Tarotweek I
Series Metadata
- Creator:
- Artherra
- Series Begun:
- 2022-06-03
- Series Updated:
- 2022-06-12
- Description:
Welcome to the fourth challenge! This is the week-long Tarotweek, a challenge where we try to write for multiple fandoms on a one-fic-per-day basis, and where small steppy is better than no steppy.
RULES:
- wordcount: 3k goal/maximum wordcount, no minimum
- fandoms: must be three (different) or more
- posting: delayed by a day (fic finished day one, posted day two to make space for editing and betaing)
- prompts: tarot cards of our choosing
- Stats:
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- Words:
- 23,634
- Works:
- 3
- Complete:
- No
Listing Series
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Orchard by Artherra for librarianknight
Fandoms: The Haunting of Hill House - Shirley Jackson
03 Jun 2022
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Summary
Journeys end in lovers meeting, she thought then, glancing at Theodora, a dreamy smile on her face and holding the quaint woven basket they stole from its rooms. Where do the lovers go after? They run into the woods and they lie in the leaves and they laugh together; they do not stay in the House.
Or, where they have their picnic.
TAROTWEEK PROMPT I: The Sun XIX.
Series
- Part 1 of Tarotweek I
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Solar Flare by Artherra
Fandoms: ジョジョの奇妙な冒険 | JoJo no Kimyou na Bouken | JoJo's Bizarre Adventure
05 Jun 2022
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Summary
The apartment feels quiet. That’s what strikes him at first— it seems like the calm before the storm in physical form of a neat, tidy apartment, ready and waiting for its owner to come back home again like nothing was out of ordinary, like a Passioné Capo wasn’t killed three days ago and the city overrun by a gang war and taken over by their enemy— it feels like, well, a flat, a home, and not a site of a murder that marked so much, threw the entirety of the area into disorder.
Neither does it feel like a place where the man’s son would be hiding.Fugo’s no good, very bad, absolutely terrible evening.
TAROTWEEK PROMPT II: Star
Series
- Part 2 of Tarotweek I
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Summary
“What is that?” Astrid raises her voice from the back.
He doesn’t have a good answer; it dances above them across the sky in graceful spirals and swirls like a miniature of the Aurora Borealis; its colors twist from the deep blue of icebergs to sharp cyan and die in a pale and moon’s own snowy white; it reminds him the kind of dances Zipplebacks performed in the sky to court one another, all flashing tails and wings working overtime to perform the mesmerizing movement quite right.
If it is one being, one creature, it’s too large to be anything other than a dragon and too high up as well. He’s not quite sure it’s a singular being, however; he thinks so from how tightly packed the slivers of light they can see are— even a gaggle of dragons climbing all over one another’s throats would eventually separate. Dragons like personal space; this apparition twirls in the sky like a mass of many, or a mass of one, and remains contained to itself.
“A new dragon, for certain,” he says. “Nothing we’ve seen before.”Or, why one can’t hate a beast just because it kills something they love.
TAROTWEEK PROMPT III: The Moon XVIII.
Series
- Part 3 of Tarotweek I