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a fate goddess! her theme is very subtle in the design, but she does have little crystal balls hanging from her string and a pouch full of tarot cards and string. she has a scissor charm hanging around her neck as well.



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[jinixe]

BBY IM SO EXCITED
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RESSY

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reserve, I just know it's going to be beautiful XD

[Brûlée]

Oh goodness, possible res.

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noun

1. something that unavoidably befalls a person; fortune; lot:
2. the universal principle or ultimate agency by which the order of things is presumably prescribed; the decreed cause of events; time:
3. that which is inevitably predetermined; destiny:
4. a prophetic declaration of what must be:
5. death, destruction, or ruin.

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Those who worship this deity know her by many names. She is called
The Seer, The Seamstress of the Soul, She Who Possesses the Power of
Sight, She Who Cuts the Red Thread, The Spinner of Destiny, The
Apportioner of Lots, She Who Cannot be Turned, She Who Determines
Fortunes. Her epithets are many, but Her true name is unknown. She
has existed since before the necessity of names, so most simply call
Her by Her profession - in English She is known as Fate, but She is
named something different in every country and culture. A time came
long ago when the necessity for a true name arose. As a goddess
without parents or origin, it was up to Her to decide on a name for
Herself. This goddess picked something which She felt suited her, a
word in Sumerian, an ancient language now long since dead. The
name She chose was Namtar, the Sumerian word for Fate. Now to
Herself and to the other deities, this is what She is known as. Namtar.

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Namtar is not one of the most powerful deities, but She is one of the eldest. It is said that when the first of the deerssert deities were brought into existence, there was no fate. The immortal beings in the beginning, when everything was still chaos around them, had little to do but watch over the nothingness. However, once They began communicating with one another, working together to form the earth and living things, Namtar's soul was formed from Their combined breaths. In the beginning She had no body, and Her only sense was that of what was to come. But as more things were created, She gained substance. When the first deersserts took Their breaths, She had been formed fully and was there to measure and cut their threads of fate, as She has been at the birth of every deerssert since to do the same.

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Namtar is a deity that keeps to Herself. Even when the other Gods and Goddesses meet for various reasons, She tries to avoid attending. She senses parts of their fates, too, of course, and whenever She is around them many of them encourage Her to tell them what She sees. She doesn't communicate with mortals very often either, for similar reasons - Her heart breaks with all of the tragedy She bares witness to - but She does enjoy watching them from afar, trying not to get attached. Mortals are dear to Her because despite their weakness to their fates, many of them fight so hard against what She sees as inevitable. They astound and impress Her with the power they do posses in spite of their lack of any real power. Sometimes She is very bitter about the negative impacts of Her powers on Her personal relationships. She gives cold shoulders to people who would otherwise consider Her a friend simply because they cannot see the things that She does. She tries to focus on the good things - the births, the love, the celebrations - but it is hard to overlook the fact that everything She sees ends in death.

Deerssert mythology has maintained that Namtar is a spiteful Goddess. Fate itself is something that Namtar cannot control - it is simply something that She sees. Each mortal has one fate, and it is relatively easy to stray from the path. Namtar's duty is to push mortals down the correct path towards their fate. However, when She is angered, She will use her powers to guide you away from all the positive events fated in your life, and in this way She can actually prevent a person from the important events in their lives such as meeting a future mate, having a family, getting a good job, winning or earning things. One power of Hers is that She does actually decide who gets to be born, so can easily make a person's life harder by giving them a difficult or disabled child. She may not be able to alter a person's fate but Her ability to foresee fate gives Her tremendous power over mortal's lives. When She is angered she can be extremely vindictive.

This is not just limited to mortals, though. If another deity angers Her, She is capable of using the same powers against Them. For this reason, She is a Goddess that must be respected, even though She may not be as physically powerful as many of the others. She may not be able to control elements or wield magical powers, but She can use her Sight to gain the upper hand over any foe.

Generally, though, Namtar is very content keeping to Herself. She meddles in the lives of others from a distance, and it is easy to stay on Her good side as long as one is respectful.

It is Namtar who decides which souls will be born into this world. She takes them from a state of nonexistence and allows them to be born to parents who are fated to have children. At the birth of every child, She is present to measure and cut the red thread. The red string or thread of fate which Namtar spins and cuts is an invisible force that ties together people who share a destiny. Generally, these two people are soul mates, although sometimes the red string ties together people who are not romantically related, but have otherwise strong bonds and a shared fate. This string binds these souls together but does not bring them together - many times individuals never meet or are never aware of those they share a string with. Sometimes a mortal is tied to Her. After their death, She wears their strings around Her body to honor them. Namtar admits to falling in love with mortals easily, but She could never be with one because she is capable of Seeing their end.

Namtar bares the gift and curse of Sight. She can foresee the lives and deaths of everyone around her, and it is her role as a Goddess to use her Sight to guide people through life. Her world is that of the future. Sometimes it is hard for Her to be mentally there in the present, because She is so busy observing what is to come. Her only source of solace is to shut Her eyes. When Her eyes are closed, She can no longer See the fates of others. This power seems directly connected to Her eyes. Once, a mortal deerssert who was angry with Her after the death of his beloved gouged Her eyes out with his antlers. When the tears from Her wounded eyes rained down upon him, drenching him, he found himself with Her powers. He could See the fate of even the Gods Themselves. In his panic and distress, he immediately killed himself. Namtar's eyes grew back painlessly over time. It was through this experience that She learned She can bestow Her power to mortal deersserts. She chooses never to do this, but sometimes at a birth She sheds a tear and the deerssert grows to find themselves very intuitive.

Namtar was the inventor of divination in all forms, from oracle bones to tarot cards. She does not need to use them Herself. Rather, She uses them as a tool of communication with mortals. When a tarot reading is done, it is She who guides the hands of the reader. When tea leaves are read, it is she who drew the pattern in the settled stuff in the bottom of the bowl. Interpretations are up to the mortals, however. She allows them to be right or wrong. Sometimes when Namtar must personally communicate with a mortal for whatever reason, She takes the disguise of an old crippled deerssert, or else the form of a very young fawn, and She will carry her tarot cards or crystal balls with her, using them to deliver messages to the mortals whose readings She does, so that She does not have to reveal who She is or that She can See without the cards and balls.

Besides Her immortality and Her ability to shapeshift, Namtar is not a tremendously powerful Goddess. She Sees the fate of mortals, but many times the mortals ignore Her guidance, and other times other deities will intervene. The best metaphor for her powers is that of a game of cards - She carefully places the cards in a deerssert's hand, all the cards the individual needs to win the game. However, sometimes, no matter how much She hints and suggests what to do, the deerssert is headstrong and makes plays on his or her own. Many times this leads to the deerssert losing the game, or in other words not fulfilling the fate that Namtar saw for him or her. Other times the deerssert may cheat at the game to win, and Namtar will be surprised to find them making a different destiny for themselves.

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Namtar is the Goddess at the heart of New
Year celebrations. The traditional religious
deersserts believe that the first dream on
the first night of the New Year is a message
from Namtar Herself. However, if one sleeps
through the turning of the New Year, then
they miss their chance to have the dream.
So deersserts stay awake all night to make
certain that they are not asleep at the stroke
of midnight. Most deersserts accomplish this
by throwing parties. At these parties, they
wear red, since red is the color associated
with Namtar. Round foods are traditional at
these celebrations, since roung things like her
crystal balls, as well as rings and wheels, are
symbols closely associated with the Goddess.

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Namtar is most commonly worshiped by parents who
wish for Her to assign a good fate to their children.
Religious deersserts dress newborns in red and give
them red gifts, since red is the color associated with
Her. It is not good to surround babies in too much
red - a balance must be maintained. It is believed that
if Namtar favors a child too much, then the child will
have a life of many trials and with burden of great
responsibility to others. When a deerssert sheds their
first antlers, parents encourage them to burn them as
an offering to Namtar, or if they do not grow any, then
an offering on their first birthday of hair or teeth will
suffice. This is in hopes that Namtar continues to favor
them as they move on to their adult lives. If the items
do not burn then it is seen as a sign that they are either
on the right path or the opportunity of fate has been lost.

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In art, Namtar is sometimes seen holding a
wheel, which is a common symbol for Her; it is
meant to be interpreted as the wheel of fate.
On traditional tarot cards, she is often found
depicted on the Wheel of Fate card. She is
also sometimes seen holding a lock and/or a
key to represent that She holds all our secrets.
Other common symbols and metaphors for Her
are stars and the night sky, as well as rope,
knots, chains, or other things that are binding.
Scissors are another obvious symbol for Her. It's
not rare in deerssert literature for scissors to be
used as an ominous symbol that a character's
fate is soon to change in a very significant way.
While She is not worshiped as commonly as in
the past, it is still common to see symbolism for
Her in even modern deerssert literature.

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Namtar takes the form of a very large deerssert, nearly
the size of a moose. She has thick, dark hair that runs
down Her back to Her thick tail. Her fur is shades of
purple, as are Her hooves (which have feathered fur
around them) and Her antlers (each of which is four
points and strangely grows downward like a ram's horns.)
Her white eyes constantly cry out a glittery, bright misty
substance. It is said that if Her tears were to fall on a
mortal, they would be given Her powers of Sight. She
carries the red thread of fate with Her at all times, but
once the thread has been tied it is invisible to all eyes
except Her own. She also carries a deck of tarot cards to
communicate with mortals without revealing Her true
identity, and the crystal orbs tied into Her fur are said to
show glimpses of the future. Sometimes she disguises
Herself as an old crone or as a little fawn so that She
doesn't frighten mortals with Her true appearance.

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Here is a short story that shows how Namtar works when she involves herself in the lives of mortals. She likes to disguise herself, and she likes to nudge them down the right paths without giving everything away. This story features my deersserts Laertes and Zagreus as well as their newborn son Eidolon.

“There are no such things as Gods and Goddesses,” Zagreus had said the day before, and that single sentence had started an argument that had lasted the rest of the night and carried over into the next morning.

Life had been that way, ever since Eidolon was born. There seemed to be a new topic to battle over every few hours. To Zagreus, who had never been in a relationship before, it seemed like Laertes had loved him until he had a fawn and learned what true love felt like, and now that he knew he couldn’t go on pretending for Zagreus any longer. It felt strange, being jealous of his own son, but Zagreus couldn’t help but wonder if they’d still be close if Eidolon had never come into this world.

The first fight had been so strange to Zagreus, because his beautiful Laertes had always seemed so gentle and incapable of saying such harsh words. That was why Zagreus had loved him for so long, he supposed. He was used to other deersserts behaving deplorably, looking down on him for his hobbies, calling him “weird” and other worse names. Zagreus knew it was partially his fault, because he tended to act cold towards others. Possibly if he had been as amiable as Laertes, others would have overlooked his strange way of living, but that was what had been so lovely about Laertes – Zagreus had been able to be his quiet, abrasive self and Laertes had still gotten close to him.

Laertes had once smiled at him every day. When his lips stretched, his eyes closed all the way, and his curls bobbed around his face playfully. Zagreus had fallen in love with those squinting smiles and bouncing curls. Laertes still smiled constantly, but the smiles weren’t directed towards him any longer. In fact, it tended to be that when Laertes turned to look at him, the smiles disappeared.

“The reason we can’t be happy together any longer is you,” Laertes said coolly as he tied the red bow around his fawn’s neck. Eidolon, far too young to understand, raised a hoof to paw at the fabric and gave a gurgle of displeasure. Laertes gave him a kiss on the nose and swatted his hoof away.

The words seemed to echo around the room, taking the temperature down several degrees. Zagreus opened his mouth to protest, but Laertes was speaking again, not even looking in his direction, still fixated on that stupid bow.

“You hang around in cemeteries all day, playing with your Ouija boards and necklaces –“

“They’re scrying stones,” Zagreus interrupted.

“Whatever. You have all these morbid interests, and you believe in dead people more than you do the living. But never once have I ever counted that against you. I’ve always respected your beliefs, have I not?”

Zagreus couldn’t disagree. They wouldn’t be together now if Laertes had ever said one single thing negatively towards him. Zagreus knew how to hold a grudge.

“But you can’t do the same for me. You’re so selfish. That’s your problem. You can never bite your tongue. You can never think positively about anything. You’re going to go to your grave thinking that the world is a horrible place, and you can’t take pleasure in anything except the thought that some day you’re going to leave it.”

That’s not true, Zagreus wanted to retort, I was happy. But Zagreus didn’t think that Laertes wanted to hear that he had been happy once, before the birth of their fawn. That would make it all worse. Because, he supposed he recognized, it was another example of him being selfish. Instead of being thrilled that they had created a little fawn of their own, he was angry that Laertes loved the fawn more than himself.

“My hobbies were always kept to myself. I never forced you to participate in them,” Zagreus said, “But you’re forcing our son to believe in the Gods and Goddesses.”

“He’s a baby. I’m not forcing him to do anything,” Laertes said sourly, “And by the way, Zagreus, it certainly wasn’t your ghost friends that gave us a son. Have you thought about that? You can’t see them, but you believe in them. So why is it so farfetched to believe in religion?”

Zagreus rolled his eyes. He knew that this was all a lost cause. Laertes was noble, with such set in stone ideas of good and evil, that he would have to entirely change Laertes’s character in order to convince him otherwise. And he didn’t want Laertes to change. He just wanted Laertes to love him again. So he fell silent and decided to leave the room so that both of them could cool down.

Maybe it is my fault, he thought to himself, heaving a miserable sigh. But Laertes had always known he was like this. They had been friends long before they had become mates. How could he possibly be surprised?

His thoughts were interrupted by a knocking on the door. It was generally Laertes who answered, because it was only ever Laertes who had friends come over. But Laertes was busy preparing their young son for his prayer ceremony to the Goddess of Fate. It was unlikely he had anyone expected dropping in. Zagreus went to answer the door, and when it opened to the cold, grey morning outside, he found himself face-to-face with another deerssert.

She was old, very old. Her skin was loose, hanging from her body like she had bought her entire pelt many sizes too large, and the fur that covered it was falling out in patches from head to toe. And her eyes… They were large and pure white, seeming to glisten even though there was little sunlight that day. She must have been blind, with eyes like those, and yet she seemed to stare directly into his own eyes.

“Sir,” she said, and her voice was so faint and hoarse that he initially couldn’t make out her words, “I’m an old beggar woman without a single thing to my name except this deck of cards that have been passed down through generations of my family.” She reached around to the small sack she wore across her shoulder, and pulled out something that was wrapped in pale purple fabric and bound with a red string. When she undid the string and folded the fabric aside, a set of tarot cards were revealed.
“Would you please let me read you in exchange for a morsel of food?” she asked him.

“I’m sorry,” he said, “I’m not a religious deerssert. I don’t believe in the Goddess of Fate and her tarot cards. Ask your Goddess for guidance to a better door to knock at next time."

He reached out to shut the door, but then Laertes was at his side. “Eidolon and I are leaving, Zagreus. I really wish that you would come with us. The ceremony is so important to me,” he said, and the pained look in his eyes nearly broke Zagreus's heart. But the pain disappeared in a flash, replaced by his cheery smile as he turned to their guest, “Excuse me ma’am. I need to get past you. I’m in a hurry to leave.”

She didn’t move from the door, though. Her white eyes moved from Zagreus’s face to Laertes’s, and her mouth stretched in a toothless smile. "Gentle sir, I was just asking if you would please accept a tarot reading from me, in exchange for some food?"

"Oh, ma'am," Laertes said, "I'm terribly sorry. But I have to be on my way. I have to go to the temple to the Goddess of Fate. I'd be glad to give you some food, though." He turned to Zagreus, and his tone became sharp again. "Zagreus, give her anything she wants to eat. Don't anger the Gods and Goddesses on this day. Oh, I forgot, you don't believe in them. Well perhaps this lady has dead relatives who will come and haunt you until the day you die if you don't feed her, so you don't want to anger them, either, do you?"

Zagreus rolled his eyes. "Oh, please - "

"Sirs, I refuse to take even a bite to eat without offering something in return. Please. Invite me in. Isn't it the Goddess of Fate herself who controls these tarot cards? Perhaps this was a meeting of fate itself, even more important than a ceremony at a temple."

Laertes was torn. Her point was very valid, but he had always been taught that ceremonies were of utmost importance. Especially a deerssert's first. Finally, he decided to let her in mostly because it would anger Zagreus. He stood aside and gestured for her to enter. "A quick reading, please?"

"Of course, Sir. Of course," she said with that toothless grin again, and she shuffled into their home.

Zagreus glared at Laertes, but Laertes didn't even notice, because he had turned and was following the old woman into their home. She sat down beside their coffee table and took out her cards. "Shuffle, please," she said, holding the cards out to Zagreus.

Zagreus, with a sigh, did as he was asked.

The old woman then began laying the top cards of the deck out on the table. She laid down first a row of 8 cards, then a row of 4 cards above them. To the side, she set one final 13th card before setting the rest of the deck down on the corner of the table. "This spread is called The Lover's Path," she said, "It is a basic spread for deciphering relationships."

How did she know we were in a relationship? Zagreus found himself wondering.

She flipped over the first card she had laid down. "The Ace of Wands," she said, turning the card over to show them. She gestured at Laertes, although her eyes were still locked on Zagreus. "His life is moving forward. He is enthusiastic about it. Did the two of you just have a child? He is embracing fatherhood without hesitation."

"How did you know that we have a newborn son?" Laertes asked.

Zagreus tried to recall everything they had said at the door. Surely one of them had let something slip? Perhaps she had just put the pieces together based on what Laertes had said about the ceremony at the temple. It was nothing truly awesome. She was just very perceptive.

She flipped over the second card, and her eyes seemed to be glowing in their dimly lit room. "The world," she said, showing the card to Zagreus, "The card is reversed, do you see? I imagine that you were hoping for this relationship for a long time, weren't you? Did you love him, unrequited, from afar? You are close to finally having what you've always desired, but you aren't taking the right path to the completion of your goals. You've chosen the easiest path, the path with the least obstacles, but it is leading you in the wrong direction. I suggest you take some risks. Sometimes the harder path leads to what our heart truly wants. If you continue the way you are, you will only be moving farther and farther away from what you desire."

Zagreus knew his mouth was hanging opened slightly. He wanted to say something. He wanted to protest, to tell her she was a fraud and had no idea what she was doing. But in reality, her words seemed so accurate. For years, he and Laertes had been just friends. He had watched Laertes date countless other deersserts, and had always been there to pick up the pieces once one of them had broken his heart. When Laertes had suggested that they try it themselves, Zagreus had felt certain that he was getting the life that he had always dreamed of. Instead, he still felt dissatisfied. They weren't happy. And somehow, this strange old deerssert had seen right through him.

She's just speaking in general ideas, he told himself, she could say that to anyone and they'd feel like she was right.

"Here we have The Judgement," she said, flipping the third card, "And it is reversed. Laertes, have you not learned from your past relationships? You obviously needed more time for healing before you jumped into this relationship now, but is it too late. You need to examine yourself and keep moving forward. You have control in this relationship, and unless you move forward it cannot." She was building up momentum, her voice less frail. In fact, she was practically speaking in a frenzy, like a possessed woman, as she flipped the next card. "The eight of wands for you, Zagreus. There is so much potential for things to move forward, and it is time for you to step up and stop waiting for other people to make things happen. If you react now, this can be positive, but if you hesitate then you will lose your chance, possibly forever."

This was a joke! This old deerssert was clueless. She didn't know anything about relationships at all. Zagreus glanced at Laertes, but the cocky smile was wiped off his face immediately when he saw that Laertes looked nearly on the verge of tears. He was studying the old woman with his head tilted to the side, his lips drawn down in a melancholy frown. "What's wrong?" he asked, but the woman wasn't stopping for anything now.

She was flipping cards like wild now. " Laertes. You are so optimistic. You view romance as the next great adventure. You are mentally and emotionally strong. You are loving, but perhaps too loving, as your heart sometimes wanders. Zagreus you put up your defenses and don't let anyone in, not even your mate and your son. You yourself feel like you have no romantic needs, and so you are ignoring the needs of your partner."

"You're upsetting him," Zagreus said, desperate for her to stop this assault of words. Laertes was actually crying now, the tears dripping down his fur. But he waved Zagreus off, wishing for him to be quiet. Laertes felt like he had been living in a fog recently, but finally, with the help of this woman, things were becoming clearer.

"Cards 9 and 10 say that you must word hard and work tirelessly, and the key thing you need to work on is communication. Both of you need to communicate more clearly and more frequently with each other. You don't need to keep things to yourselves anymore. And card 11..."

After flipping the eleventh card on the table, she finally slowed down. The room seemed to return to normal. She smiled, and the smile seemed to reach her eyes - it was such a gentle look of genuine warmth that Zagreus felt all his anxiety dissipate.

"This card is the Three of Cups," she said, and he noticed her voice was tired and ancient once more, "If the two of you can work out your differences, it signifies that you have a future of happiness and celebration ahead of you. Sometimes this card signifies a wedding. Do you see? Do you see how wonderful it could be, if you will both work together instead of working alone selfishly?"

She flipped the twelfth card, and they both noticed she was shaking, as if she had exerted too much energy. The card was upside down, and after a moment she gave a soft laugh. "The Seven of Swords. Boys, don't you see? Don't you see what the cards are telling you over and over again. You need to move forward, and fate has much joy in store for you. Don't fear changes in yourself. No change at this point is a bad one, because if you continue at the rate you are going, then it will never work out."

There was one single card remaining face-down on the table. When she turned it over, all she did was utter the word, "Justice." And then she began laughing again, harder this time, shaking her head. "The cards are never wrong," she added, and she rose to her feet.

She she stood, she somehow seemed impossibly large for her tiny, frail body. Zagreus watched her, feeling frightened somehow, as if she held great power that he was unaware of except for subconsciously. He didn't know what to say to her. All the words he could think of seemed so insignificant. Thankfully, it was Laertes who spoke for him.

"Thank you," was all he said, and he was brushing the last of his tears away, returning to his cheerful self. "Let me fix you up some food to take with you. Please."

The old woman nodded her head, and when Laertes left the room for the kitchen, Zagreus seemed to feel the spell breaking. His awe for the old deerssert left him in a heavy sigh.

"Well, that was entertaining," he said softly.

She simply smiled at him, and when she did, he saw something beneath the surface of her. Another form, perhaps. Something incorporeal and beautiful at the same time. "The two of you are tied by the red string of fate," she said, "But for some reason, the string has become a tangled mess. I suppose it was because I failed to follow up on the two of you frequently enough."

"W-what?" he asked, raising a brow. What was she talking about? It was pure nonsense!

"Children are very intuitive to the state of the strings that connect their parents. I suggest you work hard to sort it out before Eidolon gets any older."

"What?" he repeated, growing irritated that she refused to clarify. And he realized that at some point in their conversation, even though he had been completely unaware of her moving, she had ended up at the door.

"Hopefully you won't see me again," she said, and she stepped outside into the gloomy morning just in time for Laertes, returning from the kitchen, to see the swish of her tail as she disappeared through the door.

"Where did she go?" he asked.

"I don't know. She just left..." Zagreus said. He felt awkward, as though there was something the both of them should be talking about. But the words wouldn't come.

Then Eidolon was crying from the bedroom, and Zagreus rose to go investigate. "You still have time to get him to the ceremony," he said.

Laertes had nearly forgotten. But for some reason, the urgency seemed gone. "I think we'll just stay home today," he said, "In case she returns. I want to give her some food, you know? I feel like we owe her."

"I agree..." Zagreus said, "I think we owe her quite a lot."

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I created a palette on colourlovers.com, which I then used to make a pattern to represent Namtar!

CREDIT
art by me || Persona tarot card arcana pixels by giorno @ LJ || definition of fate from dictionary.com

[dinosoar]

hhhhhh possible reserve <333

[Bond]

Oooh, marking, oh my goodness!

[Arabianwolflove]

my fate tends to be a bit weird

watching to see what yours is~

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posted!