#swords and seers

[noahhawthorneauthor]

or am I right? ⚔️📚

[ithinkdogshouldvote]

Holy shit i need a hobby

(Btw, that's Scott Tenorman not Kyle)

South park Sburb au part 2: here

[norseseerviking]

[emiliosandozsequence]

dug out all of my t.a. barron and tamora pierce and victoria hanley books last night bc....obviously i need to do some rereading

[kateis-cakeis]

Sometimes I like to think about the possibility of Arthur and Mordred having a sort of temporary immortality, as in nothing could kill them until they killed each other

That was how the Triple Goddess decreed it after all. Only the Disir could have changed it, only they could have killed Mordred to save Arthur.

And if you think about it, all that Arthur is saved from, all that Mordred escapes, I do believe in the webs of fate that they couldn't die. There was a path they had to complete, too bound to die in any other way.

Before they were born they had a set death. It's right there in the writings of the Catha, hundreds of years beforehand.

So it only makes sense that they could not die until that day came.

[theheistattheball]

Book Recs for Heist at the Ball lovers 🫶

~mostly male pov, thief plot, retellings, & simp bf

I tried to add some lesser known books, so you guys can actually find something NEW

[tarot-and-stuff]

Pick A Judgment Card

Readings are under the read more.  Video version is also included in source link.  

I chose this theme, since Judgment seemed like it came out quite a bit during the first half of the general February readings I did (Fire & Water Signs).

Pile 1/Rider-Waite

The first card to come out for this pile was The Empress.  This is a card associated with someone who has a good balance of all the suits in the tarot.  They are often a nurturing individual whom knows their worth and value.  Basically, I feel like this is meant to represent you evolving into (or closer to) your best self.  

The second card to come out for this pile was the 4 of Swords.  This is a card associated with healing and relaxation.  Basically, taking a step back from a situation to clear your mind and recuperate.  The situation that you’re healing from may be rather painful considering that this card is after the 3 of Swords numerically in the tarot, which is a card filled with pain and hurt.

The third card to come out for this pile was the 9 of Swords reversed.  This card being reversed is great, since that is about working to release negativity and things that are weighing you down.  This is a major step of healing for you.

This pile basically seemed like you’re being called to work on yourself and show/realize how you’ve grown from experiences you’ve gone through.  This pile feels like it is all about healing and becoming the best you that you can be.  

For your oracle card, you got Play.  This card is associated with doing things to lighten your mood.  A bit of a message to do something to make yourself smile or to make your happy for a moment.

Pile 2/Teddy

The first card to come out for this pile was the 7 of Swords.  While this card can be connected to deception, in this case, it seems to be more strongly connected to acting strategically and forming a plan.

The second card to come out for this pile was the Page of Swords.  This card is associated with communicating and coming up with new ideas.  These ideas are often in early developmental stages at this point.

The third card to come out for this pile was The Hierophant.  This card is strongly associated with tradition and beliefs that you’ve been raised with.  This card can also be associated with a mentor or someone that can give you advice.  This suggests that either your beliefs and/or a mentor may be able to give you valuable assistance as you formulate a plan.  For most of you though, I feel like it is the tradition aspect rather than another person.

The oracle card that came out for this pile was Trustworthy Guidance.  This card suggests that some guidance you are receiving is trustworthy.  This card tends to reference more of guidance coming from your guides/angels/ancestors/etc rather than someone in your life, although it is possibly the person that The Hierophant may represent for some of you.

Basically, this pile seems to be called to formulate some strategy/plan for a situation in their life.  

Pile 3/Alice In Wonderland

The first card to come out for this pile was the 9 of Teacups reversed, which is basically the 9 of Cups in this deck.  This is a card associated with unhappiness.  Basically a lack of emotional fulfillment in some way.

The second card to come out for this pile was the 9 of Hedgehogs, which is basically the 9 of Pentacles in this deck.  This card is associated with independence and financial stability.  This can also be about taking some time to indulge a bit, while also needing to remember not to overindulge.

The third card to come out was The Mystery, which is basically The High Priestess in this deck.  This has to do with trusting your intuition, as well as knowing their is more to a situation than meets the eye.  

The oracle card for this pile was Notice The Signs.  This card references things being placed on your path, such as feathers, that are messages that you aren’t alone.  

Basically, I feel like this pile is being called to examine why they are unhappy when their outer situation seems like it isn’t the cause.  This also may just be a difficult period for some of you so it may just be encouraging you to do something for yourself with a bit of small splurging.

Pile 4/White Cats

The first card to come out for this pile was The Emperor.  This is a card that is strongly associated with responsibility.  Like The Empress that was in this position for Pile 1, this card also has a balance of all the suits of the tarot.  

The second card to come out for this pile was The Moon reversed.  This card is connected to releasing feelings of fear and anxiety.  I feel like this is a lot with accepting that there are things that you can’t control, so knowing that stressing over these things isn’t helping you.

The third card to come out for this pile was the Ace of Cups reversed.  This card has to do with keeping emotions in.  I feel like this is more of what your obstacle is rather than what it is advising you to do.  Like by keeping these emotions in, it’s blocking you from fully releasing that fear and anxiety.

The oracle card for this pile was Blessing In Disguise.  Basically, something that you thought/think is a burden is actually some kind of blessing in disguise.  I feel like this blessing in disguise is something that is meant to help you overcome any issues you may have with releasing control in situations.

Basically, the message for this pile seemed to be about working to release the stress that comes from things being out of your control, which is likely very difficult for you as The Emperor, which is associated with control quite a bit.  

Pile 5/Light Seers

The first card to come out for this pile was the Page of Cups reversed.  This is connected to someone who doesn’t communicate their emotions.  This can also suggest some emotional maturity.  I don’t think that this represents you though, but rather the type of people that you generally attract or date.  

The second card to come out for this pile was the Queen of Cups.  I feel like this is the card in this spread that represents you.  This card is associated with emotional maturity and an openness with feelings.  This is someone who is willing to accept love and give love.

The third card to come out for this pile was The Emperor reversed.  This is generally associated with someone that is overly controlling.  Again, I feel like this represents another person - the type of person you generally attract or date.

The oracle card for this pile was What Do You Desire?  Basically, this card has to do with deciding or thinking about what it is that you desire.

Basically, the main message for this theme seemed to be about realizing that the type of partner that you usually have isn’t what you desire and that you deserve someone better.

[braveclementine]

Chapter 19

Warnings: None. However, future chapters will contain sexual content so readers that are under the age of 18 may have to skip those chapters (Please keep note of the warnings).

Copyright: I do not own any Wizarding World characters that J.K. Rowling wrote. I do however own Elizabeth Kane (main character) and Trang Nyguen (best friend). There should be no use of these two names without my permission. I also do not condone any copying of this.

"𝕯𝖔𝖇𝖇𝖞. . . 𝕯𝖔𝖇𝖇𝖞. . . 𝕯𝖔𝖇𝖇𝖞!" Harry's voice kept calling out the dead elfs name. I didn't even have a chance to say or do a single thing to save the elf. I could only sink to my knees by Harry's side, placing a hand on his shoulder. 

Bill, Fleur, Dean, and Luna came over after some time, probably to assess if we were hurt since we weren't moving. 

Harry noticed them and said, "Hermione? Where is she?" 

"Ron's taken her inside. She'll be all right." Bill said softly. He glanced over at me, then back to the dead house elf in Harry's arms. 

Harry looked down at Dobby before pulling the sharp, sleek blade from his chest. He pulled his coat off, covering the small, childlike body with it. 

Bill made a few orders of the others. Dean helped Griphook into the house, Fleur hurrying after them. 

"We can bury him." Bill said gently to Harry. 

"Uh huh." Harry agreed, sounding distant. 

"Just give him a moment." I mumbled, wiping away the tears that were forming in my eyes. I really hated my pregnancy hormones. 

"I want to do it properly." Harry suddenly spoke. His voice was strained, full of pain, sorrow, grief, and guilt. "Not by magic. Have you got a spade?" 

Bill said nothing, only standing to go and retrieve the said spade, before returning to give it to Harry. 

I waited outside with Harry, the pregnancy spell having dropped since I was no longer apparating. I felt rather large as I sat there, on the rock, but I wanted to be here, since I couldn't help. Besides, I was going to have to sit through many more of these, I was going to have to get used to it. 

Eventually, Ron, Dean, and Trang joined us. Trang didn't have Remus in her arms, so I had a based assumption that my son was in the house. 

"How's Hermione?" Harry spoke the first words since Bill had left us alone. 

"Better, Fleur's looking after her." Ron responded, before the two young men simply jumped down into the hole with spades to help Harry finish the grave. Trang meanwhile, sat down beside me, resting her head on my shoulder. She had never met Dobby, but she knew how much the house-elf meant to Harry and me. 

When they were done with the grave, Harry wrapped Dobby up tighter in his jacket, Ron gave him his shoes and socks, while Dean placed a hat on his head. I slowly undid the scarf that was around my neck, handing it to Harry, who helped put it around his  neck. Trang produced gloves, which were placed upon Dobbys' hands. 

"We should close his eyes." Luna said softly. I flinched a little, my back having been towards them. I turned to see that Bill, Fleur, Hermione, Ron, Luna, and Trang were all there, Trang holding Remus in her arms. I felt a sudden, unwarranted stab of anger at Ollivander and Griphook. They should've been out here for Dobby's burial. 

Luna knelt down, her fingers moving Dobby's eyelids until they covered his glassy, unseeing eyes. I was suddenly struck funny by the realization that Dobbys' eyes were green. Maybe the universe had something against green eyes and they just all needed to die. 

Harry and Dean climbed out of the grave, looking down at the small body. I wondered if it would feel the same, looking at Dad and Tonks. . .  No they'll be fine. They'll be fine. I tried to convince myself, forcing myself to focus solely on Dobby. I had had a plan and Dobby simply had not worn the shielded clothes I'd created. Dad and Tonks and Severus would be different, I would deal with them directly, not second-hand. 

"I think we ought to say something. I'll go first, shall I?" Luna said, and then without waiting for a response, said, "Thank you so much, Dobby, for rescuing me from that cellar. It's so unfair that you had to die, when you were so good and brave. I'll always remember what you did for us. I hope you're happy now." 

"Yeah. . . thanks, Dobby." Ron murmured. 

"Thanks." Dean followed. 

"Good-bye Dobby." Harry said in a tight voice. 

Bill lifted the dirt with his wand, letting it settle into the hole, forming a mound of sorts. 

"D'you mind if I stay here a moment?" Harry asked as the others started to make their way back to the house. 

"Sure." Bill murmured, patting Harry on the shoulder. 

I hesitated, looking down at the rock I had been carving into a headstone with words carved into it. When I had been writing the words on it, they had made sense in my head, painting me a picture of sadness and yet love at the same time. Now, staring at the words, they didn't make any sense: 

𝒲𝒽𝓎 𝒹𝑜 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝓅𝑒𝑜𝓅𝓁𝑒 𝒹𝒾𝑒 𝒲𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊'𝓇𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝒶 𝑔𝒶𝓇𝒹𝑒𝓃, 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝒸𝒽 𝒻𝓁𝑜𝓌𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝒹𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓅𝒾𝒸𝓀 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝓈𝓉 𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓊𝓉𝒾𝒻𝓊𝓁 𝑜𝓃𝑒𝓈 𝐸𝓍𝒶𝒸𝓉𝓁𝓎

I scoffed silently to myself and dropped the rock in the dirt, walking past Harry, joining the others in the house, leaving my words to wear away for years to come. 

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

𝕴 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖆𝖑𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖞 standing in the foyer of Griphooks bedroom when Harry came up the stairs with Bill, Ron and Hermione. I went to stand aside, but Harry shook his head. "I want your advice in here." 

I glanced over at Hermione, who gave me a small smile.

"In here." Bill said, opening up the door to his and Fleurs' room. It was a beautiful room, with colours that matched the sea and sand outside. I realized now that I had never actually been to the sea, though I had always longed to go. I supposed I could make the most of this visit, though I now wished it was with Severus and Dad as well. 

Hermione took a seat besides the dressing table, Ron sitting on the arm of the chair. Harry moved to the window, turning his back to the beautiful view outside to lean against the sill, his arms across his chest. The familiar flicker of pain in his eyes told me that his scar was hurting again. I'm sure if I had still been wearing our mums' locket, I would've felt the same pain against my chest. 

Bill came into the room with Griphook in his arms, gently putting him down on the bed and Bill left without another word. Now that Griphook was in the room, I decided to sit on the loveseat, the babies in my stomach kicking hard now. I put a hand against my stomach, rubbing it gently, hoping it would soothe them. 

"I'm sorry to take you out of bed. How are your legs?" Harry asked. 

"Painful. But mending." 

I looked at the Gryffindor sword that the goblin held in his hands, clutching it with reluctance, as though he already knew what we were asking for, though I knew that wasn't the case. 

"You probably don't remember-" Harry started, but Griphook interrupted. 

"-that I was the goblin who showed you to your vault, the first time you ever visited Gringotts? I remember, Harry Potter. Even amongst goblins, you are very famous." There was a long silence, where the two of them seemed to be sizing each other up. I knew who won when Griphook continued, "You buried the elf. I watched you from the window of the bedroom next door." 

I bit my tongue to keep from saying something I wouldn't regret. I wouldn't even have to feel that I needed to berate him for not showing up to the funeral if I had just been able to save Dobbys' life. 

"Yes." 

"You are an unusual wizard, Harry Potter." 

Harry rubbed his scar as he questioned, "In what way?"

"You dug the grave." 

"So?" 

Griphook didn't answer, so I did. 

"Certain ah, species don't expect Wizards to take the time for a proper burial for those we are supposed to see as 'below us.'" 

Griphook gave me a look that said he didn't like my way of explaining it, but it had been the nicest way of putting it that I had been able to see. 

"Griphoook, I need to ask-" 

"You also rescued a goblin." 

"What?" 

"You brought me here. Saved me." 

"Well, I take it you're not sorry?" I heard the impatience in Harry's voice. 

"No, Harry Potter, but you are a very odd wizard." 

"Right. Well I need some help, Griphook, and you can give it to me. I need to break into a Gringotts vault." 

Ron and Hermione looked at Harry like he had gone mad, while Harry's eyes flickered just a bit. I hoped he wasn't in too much pain, but that was a big hope. 

"Harry-" Hermione started, but was interrupted immediately by the goblin. 

"Break into a Gringotts vault? Impossible." 

"No, it isn't. It's been done." Ron quickly backed Harry up. 

"Yeah, the same day I first met you, Griphook. My birthday, seven years ago." There had to be some sort of poetic justice to that. 

"The vault in question was empty at the time." The goblin snapped, clearly offended. "Its protection was minimal." 

"Well, the vault we need to get into isn't empty, and I'm guessing its protection will be pretty powerful. It belongs to the Lestranges." 

If Hermione and Ron hadn't been looking at him like he had a screw loose before, they most certainly were now, as they exchanged a glance. 

"You have no chance. No chance at all. If you seek beneath our floors, a treasure that was never yours-" 

"Thief, you have been warned, beware- yeah I know, I remember," Harry interrupted "But I'm not trying to get myself any treasure, I'm not trying to take anything for personal gain. Can you believe that?" 

"If there was a wizard of whom I would believe that they did not seek personal gain, it would be you, Harry Potter. Goblins and elves are not used to the protection or the respect that you have shown this night. Not from wand-carriers." 

"Wand-carriers." Harry repeated. 

"The right to carry a wand, has long been contested between wizards and goblins." 

"Well, goblins can do magic without wands." Ron replied. 

"That is immaterial! Wizards refuse to share the secrets of wandlore with other magical beings, they deny us the possibility of extending our powers!" 

"Well, goblins won't share any of their magic either, you won't tell us how to make swords and armor the way you do. Goblins know how to work metal in a way wizards have never-" 

"It doesn't matter. This isn't about wizards versus goblins or any other sort of magical creature-

Griphooks laugh made the hairs on my arms stand up. "But it is, it is about precisely that! As the Dark Lord becomes ever more powerful, your race is set still more firmly above mine! Gringotts falls under Wizarding rule, house-elves are slaughtered, and who amongst the wand-carriers protests?" 

"We do! We protest! And I'm hunted quite as much as any goblin or elf, Griphook! I'm a Mudblood!" 

I felt uncomfortable with both her words and the way she sat up straight, her eyes bright and passionate. I physically cringed where I sat, feeling weird about it. 

"Don't call yourself-" 

"Why shouldn't I? Mudblood, and proud of it! I've got no higher position under this new order than you have, Griphook! It was me they chose to torture, back at the Malfoys'!" 

I thought for effect she might pull her robe arm up, to show where Bellatrix had carved the word 'Mudblood' into her arm. Considering that would've had greater effect to punctuate her words. Instead, she simply showed the thin line across her neck, not to deep, and already healed into a scab. 

And don't get me wrong, I'm sure that hurt like a bitch. But I feel that the dramatic effect would've been a lot better. 

"Did you know that it was Harry who set Dobby free? Did you know that we've wanted elves to be freed for years?" Ron fidgeted and I rolled my eyes. "You can't want You-Know-Who defeated more than we do, Griphook!" 

True. I definitely wanted revenge for my parents and for ripping my entire family apart. 

"What do you seek within the Lestranges' vault? The sword that lies inside of it is a fake. This is the real one. I think that you already know this. You asked me to lie for you back there." 

"But the fake sword isn't the only thing in that vault is it? Perhaps you've seen the other things in there?" 

"It is against our code to speak of the secrets of Gringotts. We are the guardians of fabulous treasures. We have a duty to the objects placed in our care, which were, so often, wrought by our fingers." 

He stroked the sword as he spoke, his beady black eyes darting between the four of us. 

"So young, to be fighting so many." 

"Will you help us?" Harry asked. I could hear a baby start to cry downstairs and knew that I needed to depart. "We haven't got a hope of breaking in without a goblins' help. You're our one chance." 

"I shall. . . think about it." Griphook said. 

"But-" 

"Thank you." Harry said softly. 

"I think, that the Skele-Gro has finished its work. I may be able to sleep at last. Forgive me. . ." 

"Yeah, of course." Harry said, leaning forward and taking the sword of Gryffindor from where Griphook had laid it down. The four of us left the room, my skin prickling as I turned my back to the goblin. 

"Little git, he's enjoying keep us hanging." 

"Harry, are you saying what I think you're saying?" The crying grew louder. "Are you saying there's a Horcrux in the Lestranges' vault?" 

"Yes. Bellatrix was terrified when she thought we'd been in there, she was beside herself. Why? What did she think we'd seen, what else did she think we might have taken? Something she was petrified You-Know-Who would find out about." 

"But I thought we were looking for places You-Know-Who's been, places he's done something important? Was he ever inside the Lestranges' vault?" Ron asked. 

"I don't know whether he was ever inside Gringotts. He never had gold there when he was younger, because nobody left him anything. He would have seen the bank from the outside, though, the first time he ever went to Diagon Alley. I think he would have envied anyone who had a key to a Gringotts vault. I think he'd have seen it as a real symbol of belonging to the Wizarding world. And don't forget, he trusted Bellatrix and her husband. They were his most devoted servants before he fell, and they went looking for him after he vanished. He said it the night he came back, I heard him." 

He rubbed his scar. Trang came up the stairs, carrying Remus, who had stopped crying so loudly, but still whimpering slightly. 

"I don't think he'd have told Bellatrix it was a Horcrux, though. He never told Lucius Malfoy the truth about the diary. He probably told her it was a treasured possession and asked her to place it in her vault. The safest place in the world for anything you want to hide, Hagrid told me. . . except for Hogwarts." 

"You really understand him." Ron said after a moment, as I took Remus into my arms. I bounced him just a little, before looking up. 

"Well, and also Bellatrix and him had a daughter together." I said nonchalantly, without thinking really. 

"He what?" Ron exclaimed vehemently and Trang choked out. 

"I thought it was obvious." I said, then cooed to Remus, "Let's go down and play with toys." I turned and walked back down the stairs, Trang tailing me closely. 

"What was that all about?" Trang asked. I explained the conversation to Trang as we made our way to the living room, before turning to other conversation as Bill came into the room. 

"I suppose you can't tell me what you're doing here either?" Bill asked. 

"Oh, actually, it's quite simple. You-Know-Who was going to be where Trang and I have been hiding out. We left hours prior to that visit, and I figured here was a good place. Sorry for the intrusion." I explained quickly, putting Remus down on the floor now that he'd stopped crying. I had brought a few of his favorite toys with us, and I put them down next to him now, which he immediately picked up and started to play with. 

"It's alright, I'm just glad you guys are safe." Bill said, still surveying me as I gingerly sat down on the couch, putting a hand over my stomach. "Er- Snape?" 

"Oh, uh yeah." I mumbled quietly, not meeting his eyes. "Twins, possibly." 

It was silent for a moment and then Bill said. "I get it. I mean, not Snape, hearsay, but uh, the love part. . . it's hard to stop loving someone who already had your heart." 

"Yeah, it is." I murmured. 

"Your rooms are upstairs." Bill said. "We put you and Trang in with Hermione." 

"Thank you, Bill." I said softly. "We appreciate it." 

Bill nodded and then continued on his way. 

"So what's the plan?" Trang asked lightly. 

"We pretend we're on vacation. Spend our days down at the beach, help cook and clean so we're not overbearing guests, and then a week before Harry and the others leave for Gringotts, we'll leave for Hogwarts. The future there is a little fuzzy admittedly, but it seems like a sound plan." 

"Understood. I'm going to go lay down, I'm pretty tired." Trang said softly, standing up. She squeezed my shoulder and headed upstairs. 

I continued to sit in the living room, lost in thought, until Harry strode out of the house, Hermione and Ron tailing after him. 

Flashes of visions played in my head. Severus was bustling down the steps of Hogwarts. . . meeting with Voldemort. . .Severus headed back up the stairs after Voldemort instructed him to do so. Severus would attempt to look out the window, see what the Dark Lord was doing, but he could not see him. . . he had casted a Disillusionment charm. And Harry was telling Ron and Hermione the same things I was seeing. Ron was bemoaning the fact that they hadn't gone after the wand. 

But everything would work out somehow. I could see the vague image of a person finishing Voldemort inside Hogwarts. Which would most likely take place in June although I didn't know the exact date. It could even possibly be late May. I was only predicting June since all of our other escapades had happened in the last month of school. 

I stood, gripping the couch arm as I felt the dizziness of doing so. Black dots danced across my vision and I waited until they were gone to move again. I made my way up the stairs and into the bedroom.

Trang was fast asleep and I saw that Bill had fashioned a makeshift crib in the corner for Remus. I laid my son down in the crib, putting the small blanket over him, tucking his favorite stuffed animal in with him. 

"Goodnight sweetheart." I murmured, before climbing into the bed closest to him. 

I fell asleep quickly, big green eyes imprinted against my eyelids and Dobby's voice echoing in my ears. 

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[saganssorcery]

@wtfiamdoing: General overlook into future love life.

Hello! You have drawn the Mother or Queen of Swords and the Ace of Cups. This could be showing you or the person in which you will fall in love. This person has a sharp intellect and is incredibly knowledgeable in whatever field they work. Not short for brains so I wouldn't be surprised if whomever this is representing has a career in which they use their brain to its fullest capacity. This can also indicate a person who is having a hard time, perhaps someone who recently lost their previous partner in one way or another, divorce or otherwise. Nonetheless love is certain, a new beginning is represented where beautiful feelings are to be had and enjoyed to their fullest. Love is definitely in the future and a whole new world will open up as a result. 

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[littledogtarot]

A reading for the week of 4/8/24—4/14/24:

The Seven of Cups is a card of magical thinking, temptations, illusions, and infidelity. Look at the art on this card. Our figure is contemplative, trying to make a decision. But are they on solid ground, or are their castles built of sand? A decision must be made, but how can they be sure it's the right one?

The Nine of Cups speaks of fulfillment, joy, and wishes coming true. It represents happiness in relationships, appreciating the life you've made, and gratitude. As outcomes of decisions go, it's a pretty great one.

On the other hand, we have the Ten of Swords. While the art on this card is a little happier than it is on many Tens of Swords, the card nonetheless represents a brutal loss and hitting rock bottom, often ending up in a bad situation due to our own actions. The "happiness" in this card is simply that once we've been brought so low, the only way to go from there is up.

Taken together, these three cards tell me that a choice needs to be made, and depending on how we make it, we'll be led to one of two outcomes: joy, or sorrow. Fulfillment or emptiness. Contentment with where we are, or the desperate need to start again. The tonic to the Seven of Cups is to use logic, to check in with others, and to give careful thought and consideration before leaping into a decision. In fact, the best choice might be to simply make no decision until we are on more stable ground. Wishful thinking is fun in the short-run, but for long-term happiness, we need to be clear headed and rely on reason as well as emotion.

Deck is the Light Seer’s Tarot by Chris-Anne.

[hauntingblue]

😁TORAO IT'S BEEN SO LONG!!😁

😐Mugiwara-ya😐

[noahhawthorneauthor]

Was outside taking book pictures when my kid asked to take over. Gotta say, I think she knows what's she doing.

What do you think @neil-gaiman ?

[chloristoflora]

The grip on the sword did not falter. The burning blade continued to spread its devouring flame outward, incinerating as it went. Screams filled the air.

Urdomen closed in with their short, heavy blades. Began chopping.

Thr Mortal Sword's intestines, snagged on a sword tip, unravelled like a snake from his gut. Another axe crashed down on Brukhalian's head, splitting the heavy black-iron helm, then the skull, then the man's face.

The burning sword exploded in a dark flash, the shards cutting down yet more Pannions.

The corpse that was Fener's Mortal Sword tottered upright a moment longer, riven through, almost headless, then slowly settled to its knees, back hunching, a scarecrow impaled by a dozen pikes, countless arrows.

Kneeling, now motionless, in the deepening shadow of the Thrall, as the Pannions slowly withdrew on all sides - their battle-rage gone and something silent and dreadful in its stead - staring at the hacked thing that had been Brukhalian... and at the tall, barely substantial apparition that took form directly before the Mortal Sword. A figure shrouded in black, hooded, hands hidden within the tattered folds of broad sleeves.

Hood. King of High House Death... come to greet this man's soul. In person.

Why?

A moment later and the Lord of Death was gone.

Memories of Ice, by Steven Erikson (Malazan Book of the Fallen #3)

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

currently thinking about: Glimmadora, the Nausicaä of the Valley of the Wind au, in which Glimmer is a badass princess riding around on her glider and Adora defects to become her gf and save trees

[emiliosandozsequence]

my mother couldn't find my copy so i got myself a copy of one of my childhood fav fantasy novels

[ascendedunicorn]

(6/2022) Daily Card - Light Seer's Deck Queen of Swords

Here is a woman who is clever, knows her stuff and speaks the truth. Nothing gets by this woman easily. It is very hard to fool her. On top of that, she will call you out in a heartbeat. This is not a woman to play games with. She is a woman of great intellect and intuition. This daily card speaks volumes. Speak your truth. As the saying goes 'The truth will set you free'. Make any necessary changes, take accountability and get out of your comfort zone. Until then, things will remain the same.