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ineedfairypee · 1 month
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Call that a psychic injury
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mosscreektarot · 2 months
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mrsmothmom · 1 year
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The Tower & The Hanged Man
I love tarot so I sent my faves <:
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𝔸ℂ𝕋𝕌𝔸𝕃 ℝ𝕆𝔹𝕀ℕ 𝕃𝕆ℝ𝔼 𝔹𝔼𝕃𝕆𝕎
12.  the hanged man  :  how open is your muse to new opportunities? do they constantly look for them or do they simply take whatever comes their way?
---Robin is a mixed bag, he was much more eager to form new opportunities when he was younger as the academy encouraged it along with his parents. He was VERY heavily involved in making Zaun more independent and was actually researching for a way to bring clean air to his city. However after being cast into the woods of Ionia and his revival, I don't think he really looks for them anymore and simply allows whatever falls into his lap (quite a few of your muses, all you on dash). I don't think he has the same amount of plucky that he did in his youth, and before he started to ever so slightly get affected by his loneliness.
16.  the tower  :  what event drastically changed your muse’s life ? do they resent that event or are they glad of it ?
---I know I've discussed very vaguely about Robin's past and what actually occured to make him do down such a path that he did, BUT - I'm not sure I've ever just flat out SAID what happened instead of alluding to it. SO HERE COMES YOUR ROBIN LORE DROP, ITS FRESH ITS HOT ITS READY FOR ANGST:
Anyways, one of the biggest events in Robin's life was when he was 15, he had just been accepted into the academy in Piltover and was working his ass off to keep a scholarship (in some threads with arcane peeps its been said that Robin seemed to have been spawned there since he's been at the academy for so long). So this caused him to work very late and often neglect his family/not be home very often since he was often working to try and fund the house. Given that he lived in Zaun, closer to the Sump level as well, his family had very little money to spare to use for repairs on the house etc, this resulted in one faulty pipe during the evening while Robin was at the academy.
I'll just put the lore here because I don't want to link it:
"Mom! I'm home!" He called over the cars outside, shutting the door to the busy street behind him only to be met with a strange silence. Robin cocked a brow and pulled off his jacket, laughing somewhat nervously. "Ma?" He exclaimed again, hanging his coat and scarf, sliding out of his shoes and placing them on the stand. He racked his brain for a moment, finally checking his pocketwatch to verify the time, 10:23am. Did they go out? Maybe food shopping...but didn't they just go last week? Robin couldn't help the strange sinking feeling that was slowly growing in his stomach as he walked down the hall, peeking around to the living room and dining room. "Hellooo? Anyone home?" But once again he was met with silence, the only sound to answer him was the creaking under his socked feet. He sighed and shook his head, eventually coming towards the kitchen where he stopped midstep. He could hear the faucet still on and the swing door of the kitchen was open. Not by much but...it was pushed out maybe by 4 or so inches, a puddle of what he assumed to be water was peeking out from the crack. He couldn't explain the way every hair follicle on his arm began to stand at attention when he opened the door slightly with a raised eyebrow, his gaze scanning to see no one there. Robin peered downward and saw the shattered glass, trailing it back to the hand that had been previously holding it. "WREN?!" Robin slammed the door open, nearly slipping on the water as he skidded down to his knees to pick up his little brother's head, checking for injuries before he saw the wide, blank eyes staring back at him. Wren's mouth hung open with foam on either side and his face was a sickly shade of greenish purple. Panic set in and he wiped his mouth, feeling for a pulse and setting him down on the floor, holding his brother's nose and breathing air into him. "Wren--Wren--" He gasped each time, listening to his heart before he pulled him up into his arms, now very aware of the distinct hissing sound that came from the stairwell leading down into the basement. Terror turned into a vice grip. "LINNY? MO-MOM?!" He shrieked, slipping slightly on the wet floor as he started to carry his brother down the hall, his heart pounding in his ears like a warning signal to get out. To run--but he couldn't listen. "DAD?!" He shrieked, kicking open the door to Linnet's room, the light from the hall pouring in as he scurried inside, laying Wren down and turned his sister over by her shoulder. Closed eyes and mouth. Her body was slack and he fell backwards, cupping his mouth in horror as he screamed, scrambling back only to smack his spine against the frame of the door. His voice turned harsh and gruff from the volume and he scrambled to his feet again, nearly smacking into the wall within his own confusion. The wave of dizziness hit him as he stared back into his parent's room, a wave of cloudiness washing over him before he covered his mouth and began to violently cough into his palm. He pulled away his hand only for saliva to splatter onto the hardwood underneath him, the room beginning to spin as his lungs filled with more and more of the leaked toxin. He closed his eyes tight and listened for the sound of traffic, catching onto a carhorn blaring from outside and he followed it, feeling his way as his eyes began to burn. Eventually he peeked his bleary eyes open to find the door handle, shoving it open to trip down the concrete steps onto the sidewalk as he gasped for air. He turned onto his side with a convulsive wheeze, raspy croaks filling his ears before it turned into wet gargling. Robin held his sides tightly as he spat up vomit, foam and saliva, tears riddling his vision. A few strangers approached him cautiously, one trying to give him water but he was in too much of a panic to take it, his cries swirled and merged with the traffic of the street.   On a pole nearby, a crow took note of him.
Needless to say this was the first step of what would eventually lead to Robin's downfall...and yes, everyday, without doubt, he wishes it had never happened.
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erik-phantomwitch · 1 year
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I made a mini tarot deck, so details are a bit obscured.
My mom looked at the nine of wands and said
"So... this guy just loves sticks?"
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ensign-spider · 1 year
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me: so let's talk about how things are gonna be going this week?
my deck:
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terriblymundane · 2 years
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Self-reminder : Don’t study them cards at 1AM when you’ve spent weeks not abiding your bedtime.
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rainbowofcrazy · 2 years
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solarpunk-0possum · 2 years
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Sometimes I have moments where I feel like I’m in a tarot card. Like right now my cat is laying on me, the setting sun shines through my window, and I am blissfully stoned. I could totally be the empress right now
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ineedfairypee · 1 month
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Not me crying at the baby shower 😭
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mosscreektarot · 2 years
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eclecticethan · 2 years
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Posted May 18th, 2022
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The Tower gets a bad rep, so whenever I draw it, I try to remind myself it's often *necessary*, like the way forest fires (when done by people who know what they're doing) are often necessary.
But when you draw it twice in one day from two different decks?
You're probably screwed.
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Send 🔮 plus a question, and Kuja will give you a tarot reading | Accepting!
@tailoringtay​ sent:  🔮 "Want try new food. Where look." (from Quack)
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“Quite the fascinating inquiry, and though I had planned on setting up a spread in order to create a tentative itinerary for your travels, I’ve accumulated what might instead serve as a colorful cast of characters to accompany you on your journey, and that might be able to assist you in achieving your heart’s desires.”
Queen of Swords.
“Indicative of a person---perhaps a woman, in this situation---marked by sadness. Perhaps a widow or one who yearned for children, yet, for whatever reason, could not raise any. On the other hand, this could also be an indicator of separation---if not a person, then it is also possible that this card marks a need for seeking a path of your own individual making.”
Page of Swords.
“This could very well be someone to watch out for---someone who might gain to stop you in your quest. The Page is a watchful character, spying, though their intentions are never entirely clear. Yet, in that same vein, perhaps it is you that should take on this role as Page---to be watchful, to keep your eyes open for opportunities that might arise.”
Knight of Swords.
“A person---in this case, perhaps a man---of action, of military, of combat. This is someone that should be able to guide you further along your path, as this is a person in whom you could place your trust---a person of certainty and bravery. This might also be a signifier to remain determined in your own path, for in the long run, you shall most definitely overcome grave obstacles and achieve success in your personal mission.”
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00 and 05 for the arcana headcanons!
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00.  the fool  :  what are your muse’s thoughts on new beginnings ? does it frighten them or  excite them ?
--- How hilarious is it that the one thing Robin craves so deeply is something that equally torments him? He desperately wants to start over, to gain some semblance of control back into his life but it is so hard not to fall into old habits and rip himself apart all over again. He's found himself in quite a pickle, stuck in a garden in the woods, free from time moving forward or going back. Perhaps the space will give him more time to think about what he wants to do with his life.
05.  the hierophant  :  what are your muse’s morals / ethics ? do they follow their moral code strictly ?
--- Robin's morals have shifted over time too. I still believe he falls into a very gray category, he excuses behaviors, is still extremely manipulative and his heart will always have some deep pit in it that enjoys toying with people, I don't think its something he'll ever recover from fully. There are certain things he won't do, most of the more grotesque actions humans can take against one another; he's never even killed anyone, at least not yet. He finds pointless violence and death to be horrible, he can excuse some when done properly or with enough of a reason that he can make sense of it. Jhin's art, Danny's stories, Evelynn's nature--etc. He does good where he can but has also pushed the envelope for morality when it came to his work and progress within it-- it was out of grief, but he knows his actions playing with the dead are not something he can easily let go of.
He's learning. It will be a long long journey and he will never be anything perfectly white in mortals, but at least he can do some good.
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