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August Villareal ([personal profile] drewthetower) wrote in [community profile] kaisou2024-03-23 12:19 pm
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voice | un: blackbirdtarot

WHO: August and the app
WHERE: The app
WHEN: March 23rd
WHAT: Prophecy Post
WARNINGS: August swears?

[Just voice this time, August is ass-deep in so much work that no one wants to see this. He sounds exhausted, too.]

I swear I posted this, but apparently I didn't, sorry. We have the prophecies for this month, and once again they make almost no goddamn sense. We have...just the vibes of "DIY", which if you don't know what that means it's short for "do it yourself", like home repairs and shit. Drowning in dollar bills? Please, gods, we could use the money. Walking trees, and baskets of fruit, like apples and peaches and cherries. Some...song I don't think I've ever heard before.

[August hums a few bars.]

And I kept drawing the Six of Wands, reversed. Always a fun one, it usually means punishment, being too prideful, failure, all that sort of fun shit.

[He hates everything so much right now.]

We have no idea what any of it means, obviously, but...yeah. That's what we're looking at.
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voice | user name: Zoltraak

[personal profile] beyondtheend 2024-03-23 05:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Treants, perhaps? They’re quite common in Tolkien’s works.
fiddlestick: (elliot157)

UN: ecraig | voice

[personal profile] fiddlestick 2024-03-23 05:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[Ah. The monthly dose of existential dread. How he dislikes--- oh hey! Music identification! He immediately perks up]

Oh I know that one! It's "Buttercup" by Jack Stauber.

[He'll even share the link to the song! And yes. Yes he really was able to do that just from a couple bars.]
Edited 2024-03-23 17:41 (UTC)
fiddlestick: (elliot249)

[personal profile] fiddlestick 2024-03-23 05:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Haha, anytime!

I couldn't tell you why the seers saw that song though. I just know the music, nothing else.
fiddlestick: (elliot172)

[personal profile] fiddlestick 2024-03-29 09:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[he sighs]

With our luck, they'll probably be murderous ones.