The Judgement Tarot card symbolizes spiritual awakening, transformation and absolution. It encourages self-reflection and evaluation to make life-altering decisions. In readings, it is a reminder of the importance of honesty, communication and intuition in achieving personal growth.
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"GET OUT! AND NEVER COME BACK" She screamed, glass shattering on the cobbled wall next to me. I pulled my sister away from the wall. Lena de Ville, the woman who had birthed me, much to my dismay, took a lurching step forward and said in a slow, slurred voice- "No daughter of mine cuts her hair and goes out looking like a damn man." She took another slug of her drink, and then tossed it to the side, causing sharp little bits of glass to scatter all around us.
I gasped. Shit. What do I do? I stared at the raging woman in front of me, her eyes hazed over from whatever the fuck she took. This woman was not my mother.
"Jazz, we need to go!" I begged. My little sister stared up at me, her tiny hands wiping away tears. "B-but mommy-" I interrupted her. "We're gonna play a game, alright?" I said, kneeling down to face Jasmine. She sniffled but nodded all the same.
"Mommy is gonna find you, and you have to hide, okay?" I said calmly, trying to ignore Lena's shouting and slurring. "Like hide and seek." I added. Jasmine wiped her eyes.
"Okay!" Jasmine said and ran out of the room with bright shiny eyes. I sighed. At least she was safe.
"What are you, trying to be a man or something?" She growled. I started and turned back towards her. My mother looked exactly like me. Tall, skinny, with black hair and streaks of red. I stared at her. "N-no" I lied. She rolled her eyes and waved her hand dismissively. "Good. No daughter of mine will ever try to be like him." A wave of pain ran around my head, and my eyes started getting teary. Lena lurched away, and went to go and take a seat on a mouldy arm chair that sat in front of an old television. I took this as an opportunity to run and find Jasmine.
My five-year-old sister was curled underneath her bed, and she looked like she was about to cry. I quietly shut the door behind me, and knelt next to the bed.
"Are you okay?" She asked. I nodded. "A scratch on my ankle, but I'm fine." I assured her, holding out my arms to give her a hug. Slowly, she emerged from the shadows and wrapped her arms around me. "Is it true what momma said? You wanna be a boy?" I chuckled.
"That's not important right now." Sometimes I forgot she was only a year younger than me.
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"Mor? MOR!! Wake up!" I woke up with a gasp, almost bumping into a familiar face head-on.
"Jesus fuck, Moon. You scared me." I grumbled, sitting up. He chuckled, and slicked his hand back onto his blue hair, grinning.
"It wasn't intentional, I promise." he giggled, and I sighed.
This is Moon. He may seem like a quiet, introspective soul when you first meet him, but he's actually a cunt in the suit of an introverted anime girl. He's genderfluid, and likes to use it against people all the time. He has frosty blue hair and black eyes, pale skin, and the most beautiful smile in all of Lymbo. I'm also madly in love with him, and he doesn't know it.
You may be thinking; Mordred! You're homeless and literally live in an alleyway in the smelliest and most drug-ridden port in northern Ironshire! How could you possibly even consider romance right now? But a man wants what a man wants so you should shut up. Forever.
