The Hanged Man: King Separating from Luz in King’s Tide
Upright: Sacrifice, letting go, surrender, pause, suspension, uncertainty, new perspectives, restriction
Reversed: Stalling, stagnation, avoiding sacrifice, apathy, resistance, indecision
The Hanged Man indicates that in order to progress, sometimes you have to make a sacrifice; pause everything and re-assess, take a few steps back before taking any forward again, because what got you to this point won’t get you to where you need to go. For King, this meant he had to let go of the sister he’s come to love over the past months, for the sake of her and her friends. (On a more meta level, this indicated the end of the twenty-minute-long semi-episodic formula for the show itself, god DAMN you Disney.) Doing so put him and Luz in a kind of suspension in each other’s eyes, this scene being quite possibly the last they would ever see each other.
The Hanged Man indicates pauses, whether intentional and voluntary, or unwelcome and abrupt; for Luz, it’s certainly the latter. In the end, though, being sent to the Human Realm for a while was a chance for the kids to recuperate and for Luz and Camila to re-unite, an important step in Luz’s self-actualization. The Hanged Man can also represent a moment where you’re feeling restricted and trapped in a certain situation, even though you may have put yourself there willingly, as King did. Luz is trapped in the Human Realm; King is trapped with the Collector, simply stalling for time trying to keep them entertained until the right moment to confront them—and Belos.
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Jim Santangeli is making his own line of tarot cards based on the characters of RDR2, cleverly titled "OUTLAWS ORACLE - A Major Arcana Tarot Deck"
Rather than doing separate posts for each update, I will periodically update this post as new cards become available.
I will also be adding in the ALT Text how each character fits into its respective tarot card. These descriptions come from Jim himself.
"Starter" Deck (Aug. 09, 2023): Added Arthur, Sadie, John, Charles, Bill, Micah and Mary Beth.
Update Aug. 14, 2023: Susan Grimshaw. Funny that Jim picked that one specific moment. It shows you do not fvck around with a strong woman like Ms Grimshaw 😂
Update Aug. 28, 2023: added Javier, Dutch and Tilly
Update Sept. 28. 2023: added Pearson, Arthur (😭), Hosea, Sean
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Until now, it had been clear to you that Julian was not particularly adept at seeing the best in himself. As a result, you weren’t completely surprised when he said he was doubtful about the future of his freedom, and how he might be not able to keep you safe within it.
In Mazelinka’s house, the thin curtain that separates the bedroom from the living room, made it possible for you to hear everything he had to say in the next room.
The fact that he was self-incriminating himself worried you. He would eventually convince himself that you deserve someone better than him; someone who could give you everything he was not capable of giving.
You refused to settle for the disheartening words that came from his mouth, so you walked in to confront him. In a weak mutter, you whispered Julian’s name loudly enough for him to hear you and realize he was not alone. It didn’t take him long for his pale skin to burn bright red just by looking at the sound’s source.
“Oh!” He shot up from his sitting position on the bed, obviously unaware of your presence before. In his haste, he stumbled over his clumsy feet. “Where’d you come from? Well, no, not ‘where’ but uh..” He trails off, and a long silence passes over you. He cleared his throat as the awkwardness of the situation began to settle in. “How.. uh, how long have you been standing there here?” He asked guilelessly, careful to avoid eye contact.
“Long enough to know you’re not treating yourself well.” You saunter closer to him, bringing your hands up to either side of his face. “I thought we talked about this, Julian.” As he sheepishly glanced at everything in sight but your face, his body language conveyed his embarrassment as he looked around.
The tall man chuckled a humorless laugh, “You’d think I would know better by now.” He dropped his head, quickly bringing it back up in a split second. “I’m sorry.” He irresolutely claimed, his voice no louder than a whisper.
“Apologize to yourself. I’m not the one who needs to hear it.” You softly told him. You hated when he thought the worst of himself, telling himself he was destined for the worst. More than anything, you wanted a future with him, but with the way things were unfolding, you weren’t sure how much time with him was in that future.
He shook his head, disagreeing frantically. “I don’t deserve it. I— You don’t deserve what I’m putting you through.” Dejected, he sighed. Due to his preoccupation with his thoughts, he found it difficult to glance at you. He flopped down on the edge of the bed. His elbows dug into his thighs, and his head fell into his hands.
You guessed this was on his mind for a while now. The reaction he gave upon first noticing you was enough to understand he wasn’t planning on you finding out. You let your body sink into the shabby mattress next to him. “You can talk to me. Tell me what’s bothering you, Julian?” Your hand finds his leg, softly rubbing circles there with your thumb.
For a moment, you lose hope in getting a response. That is until he released a long, shaky breath. “I never wanted you to get involved in this,” He started off with a sentence that made you uneasy. You had a feeling where this was heading. “I know this train I’m on is leading to my own terrible fate, I don’t want to drag you down with me when this is all over.” Anxious, he stuttered fiercely, the words swarming in his head failing to correspond with the ones flying past his lips. “I- I just, uh, I figured I’d flee before you er .. you had the chance to stop me..” Bashfully, Julian stood up in an attempt to move himself further away from you, but your deft fingers gently grabbed ahold of his wrist.
His tall frame hovered over you when you stood with him. Maybe it was anger or distress, or even both, but abrupt emotions bubbled inside of you at the jolting revelation. “So you were just planning to leave without even saying goodbye? I’m a part of this now. It was never your decision.” Just the notion of a scarring betrayal played out by him tugged the strings attached to your heart in all the wrong ways. He mentioned something along those lines in previous conversations, ones that were quickly fixed with your help. Now, somehow there was no need for conscious reasoning to know he really considered leaving this time. You felt it.
You couldn’t fight the urge to hold him close, and soon your arms encased his lanky torso. Enthusiastic, he clung hopelessly to you like you might disappear if he loosened his grip even a little. “We’re in this together, no matter what. I choose this. I choose you, and whatever comes with it. I won’t let you sabotage this, Julian.” The closeness allowed you to deeply breathe in his invigorating, earthy aroma. “I care about you more than anything.”
“I can’t help but wonder why that is? There are so many others your time would best be spent with, yet you’re wasting it on someone like me.” He timidly voiced his doubts out loud.
“None of them are nearly as overly dramatic, stubborn, and irresponsibly impulsive as you.” His cheeks flush at the statement. Ready to utter a thousand claims to defend those actions, Julian opens his mouth to respond, only to be intercepted by you. “But most importantly, no one comes close to the brave and selfless man I’ve fallen for. You do know I love you, right?”
He’d never get tired of hearing you express your love to him. But nothing felt better than feeling it. He pulls back to place a sweet kiss on your forehead, then his lips press firmly against yours. His mouth parts and you take the opportunity to deepen the kiss. Julian groaned, his body sagging against yours as he lost himself in your touch.
Gods, did he love hearing you say those words. Much like the first time you told him you loved him, he didn’t know what to say. He didn’t believe there was a chance you could ever love him, but you did, and knowing that was the best thing in the world. “Of course,” he breathed, “And I love you, darling, but..” His eyebrows furrowed in concentration, and you recognized the common ‘I’m not worthy of your love’ speech coming on.
“There is no ‘but’. I want to be with you, to love you. I’m not walking away when things get difficult.”
“Don’t you understand, love? Nothing is easy when I am involved.” There was no reasonable reason for denying the truth he believed lay behind that statement. But maybe, just maybe it didn’t have to be that way?
With sincere and intense conviction, you spoke honestly, “I’m willing to take that chance.” You cared too much about what happened to him. There was no way you’d let him face his troubles alone.
Lost in thought, his gaze trailed over every aspect of your facial features. Only a fool would be daft enough to let something so beautiful slip away from them. “You’re remarkable,” A soft smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, “..I guess I should thank you for uh.. stopping me from doing something I’d regret for the rest of my life.” Content with his newly restored confidence, he was bolstered enough to accept it: he was lucky to have someone like you.
Smiling, you tenderly kiss him. “Don’t mention it.”
this is kinda old, but i wanted to rewrite it since i didn’t like how it was written. new and improved fr
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