King of Swords
@tarot-s14.bsky.social
Image from the Antique Anatomy Tarot Deck by Claire Goodchild.
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:: He can't even scream as the final curse launches the spell at his petrified form. The needles shred him into ribbons of black vapor, which stream away from judith and the avatar back towards @wederrakeep.bsky.social.
:: A shard of his crown is all that remains. ::
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:: A shard of his crown is all that remains. ::
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So down, dog. Shut your teeth to the world. Heed my words and go back to the cage where you belong. Or don’t. I’d like to see you try, motherfucker.
July 4, 2025 at 5:52 PM
:: He can't even scream as the final curse launches the spell at his petrified form. The needles shred him into ribbons of black vapor, which stream away from judith and the avatar back towards @wederrakeep.bsky.social.
:: A shard of his crown is all that remains. ::
💠
:: A shard of his crown is all that remains. ::
💠
🧿 #BlueskyCoven
:: At the sight of the Underworld’s avatar, he’d begun to draw the blade from its scabbard, but as the word reverbates from her mouth, time slips and slows. ::
You—
:: He is held in place, his form shuddering into and out of coherence. ::
:: At the sight of the Underworld’s avatar, he’d begun to draw the blade from its scabbard, but as the word reverbates from her mouth, time slips and slows. ::
You—
:: He is held in place, his form shuddering into and out of coherence. ::
July 4, 2025 at 9:49 AM
🧿 #BlueskyCoven
:: At the sight of the Underworld’s avatar, he’d begun to draw the blade from its scabbard, but as the word reverbates from her mouth, time slips and slows. ::
You—
:: He is held in place, his form shuddering into and out of coherence. ::
:: At the sight of the Underworld’s avatar, he’d begun to draw the blade from its scabbard, but as the word reverbates from her mouth, time slips and slows. ::
You—
:: He is held in place, his form shuddering into and out of coherence. ::
🧿 #BlueskyCoven
:: He touches a finger lightly to the sword scarred into his brow, his other hand resting on the hilt at his side. ::
Protection only comes through order. And order only comes through the crown and the blade. All else is chaos.
:: His grip tightens. His shoulders tense. ::
:: He touches a finger lightly to the sword scarred into his brow, his other hand resting on the hilt at his side. ::
Protection only comes through order. And order only comes through the crown and the blade. All else is chaos.
:: His grip tightens. His shoulders tense. ::
July 4, 2025 at 3:11 AM
🧿 #BlueskyCoven
:: He touches a finger lightly to the sword scarred into his brow, his other hand resting on the hilt at his side. ::
Protection only comes through order. And order only comes through the crown and the blade. All else is chaos.
:: His grip tightens. His shoulders tense. ::
:: He touches a finger lightly to the sword scarred into his brow, his other hand resting on the hilt at his side. ::
Protection only comes through order. And order only comes through the crown and the blade. All else is chaos.
:: His grip tightens. His shoulders tense. ::