I’ve been slowly working on illustrating my own Tarot deck about black cats.
I have a long way to go, but I’m nearly done with the major arcana.
Here are some of my favorites:
I set myself a design challenge (as I often do). I wanted to limit the color palette and the brush styles to create a very consistent look.
And since each card focuses on black cats, it forces me to think deeply about symbolism and design to make sure the meaning of each card is clear and each design is unique.
But there’s still a lot of variety coming through. It’s not all class, or all silliness - just like cats
I have a forearm tattoo of the cats in this one ☝️
I’m so happy with how both of these two managed to feel dark, but adorable at the same time.
And then there’s this one absolute diva:
Most of these used my own feline friends for reference.
There are more but I don’t know yet how many I want to share online. If I can actually complete the entire deck I would love to have it made. But I have a ways to go, so for now I continue to chip away, one card at a time.
Peggy Carter in the Agents of SHIELD season premiere, (x)
I hope this ends with Peggy rescuing Gabe and Trip being “Anyway, that’s how my grandmother proposed to my granddad” and then Gabe being like “THE HELL SHE DID, I HAD KILLED 20 HYDRA AGENTS MYSELF ALREADY AND IF SHE’D JUST WAITED FIFTEEN MINUTES-“
Basically I want How(ling Commandos) I Met Your (Grand)Mother.
imagine scotty and jim arguing over which team was more better looking, the red shirts or the gold shirts
imagine spock walking up to their argument and listening for a little bit
imagine spock declaring it ‘illogical to argue over second place’ and walking away
imagine bones and chapel stomping their feet and yelling ‘oooooOOOHHHHH’ as spock gives a small smile
I think tumblr ate my ask about your giveaway thing. *glares at tumblr* Anyway, if you had the inclination to do femShep/Miranda or femShep/Ashley or...well, femShep/any of the ladies, I would be eternally appreciative. <3
This was a delightful opportunity. Hope you enjoy!
Interpretations
Two hours into the night cycle, Miranda hears shuffling in the kitchen.
Usually, she wouldn’t go to investigate. She doesn’t interact with the crew very much; she prefers to keep to her office and let Shepard make nice. They’re here for her, after all, not Cerberus. Not Miranda. That much has become abundantly clear over the last few months.
This report is giving her a headache, though. She could use a distraction.
She picks up her empty coffee mug. If it’s someone she really doesn’t want to talk to, a coffee run will be a good excuse to say a quick hello and retreat back to her office.
When she turns the corner, though, it’s the individual she wouldn’t mind talking to: Shepard.
She doesn’t hear Miranda’s approach. Her hair is tucked behind her ear, giving Miranda a clear view of her face. She leans against the sink, frowning down at the mug cradled in her hands, brow furrowed. Her half-healed scars glow faintly in the dim light.
Miranda feels almost as if she’s been caught eavesdropping—like she’s seen something that she shouldn’t. She’s never seen such weariness on Shepard’s face before; it seems private, personal.
She clears her throat, announcing herself. “Commander.”
Shepard looks up, eyebrow raised. “Miranda,” she greets pleasantly. “Hope I didn’t wake you.”
“No. I was filing a report, thought I’d top off my coffee.”
A shadow passes over Shepard’s features. She shifts. “Don’t let me keep you,” she says, her voice gone cool.
