#Faulkner tsv
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agodmustfeed · 1 year ago
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it must be said that i simply love to watch a character destroy all their relationships in an attempt to get what they think they want only to achieve their goals and be lonelier and more depressed than ever. and to realize they can never go back and are trapped at the top of the hill playing their part. its the dream you never wake up from!!
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sulfurzee · 4 days ago
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Prophet of the River
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echimyidae · 12 days ago
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Comic I made a whileeee ago of chapter 15 of the silt verses
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phantomrose96 · 7 days ago
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Carpenter: When I was a young girl, my Nana Glass sent me to feed a bound and gagged sacrifice boy to the River. I did not want to. I did not want to. But when I tried to refuse my Nana called me a spoiled coward, who did not understand the necessity of sacrifice to the Trawlerman. So I did. I dragged him out there. I listened to him scream and I let him die by the tide. It is my worst moment. It is my greatest regret. It is the thing I cannot ever apologize for.
Faulkner: When I was a young boy, I drowned my brother Charlie for the great glory of the Trawlerman and it was soooooo cool I fucking love the Trawlerman :D
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wretchedbroth · 4 months ago
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Can’t stop thinking about this guy 😄
Closeup because I spent way too long on his shrimp halo so need someone to look at it:
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twink-with-an-agenda · 2 months ago
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Nothing but the silliest memes for MY prophet <33
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valtsv · 3 months ago
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closeups because tumblr hates image quality (ꐦ¬_¬)
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thlayyli · 5 months ago
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Tsv character portraits. It was very important to me to get my vision of them out of my head after I listened to the finale for some reason. Hopefully it’s obvious who’s who
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watcher-in-the-wings · 2 months ago
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faulkner's second political assassination
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siltslut · 4 months ago
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he couldn’t swim. his name was dick. he led a cult at age twenty. he converted to said cult not even two years prior. he drank green juice. he held nuke codes hostage for chocolate. he was almost killed by a big crab. he was a serial killer be age 13. he thought he was the shit. he was probably 5’4”. he beat two people to death with his bear hands. he did crab 9/11. he mentioned a possible past lover one time then never again. he was trans. he was even blond.
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thermodynamic-comedian · 4 months ago
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the silt verses is a very cool podcast for many reasons but also because your first impression of a character is true, but not the full story. faulkner is a sweet optimistic young man, but he's also a religious fanatic and a liar willing to betray and kill others for his own power and legacy. carpenter is a mean but strong old woman sick of everyone's shit, but she's also a character that deeply and fully cares about others and is allowed moments of weakness. shrue is a spineless bureaucrat that makes others do the dirty work on their behalf, but they're also someone with the anger and bitterness and social isolation needed to be easily radicalized.
gives the characters a really genuine sort of three dimensionality to them, that nothing is actually fully a facade, just an aspect of them that they want others to see. the best lies have a fraction of the truth in them etc etc
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kairos-polaris · 5 months ago
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I will never be over Faulkner's death. Just like Carpenter said back in chapter 13, his god took him and ate him up. The Trawler-man didn't whisper and Faulkner did realize something, gained something real and true. But it was too late as the weight of his choices and decisions, represented by his white robes, dragged him down into the rushing water. And he made his way towards the lure, the image of his sister ahead of him, desperately calling out to her as the mirage grew further and further away.
And Carpenter lost her brother once again. No matter if this time her brother rejected their god, chose her over their god, the Trawler-man took him anyway. And she will never know that his last words were calling out to her, how with his last breaths he said "I love you"
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tiabwwtws-art · 4 months ago
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High Prophet Faulkner really is something to behold, I'm glad he's immortalized forever. Hey what is that wretch and vandal doing here
(version without flesh and blood faulkner under the cut)
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echimyidae · 5 months ago
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who up silting they verses‼️ decided to draw them all🦀🦀🦀
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catwyk · 6 months ago
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sometimes you are compelled to draw every single curl on your agonized, traumatized problematic fave's head. you know how it is (crazy ass lineart below the cut)
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like seriously what compelled me to do this. i started at 3am
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cosmichorrorlesbians · 4 months ago
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Chapter 28: To Drift On, To Dream, To Die.
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Chapter 45: Of Love, And Gods' Defeat.
quite aside from the fact that this is an absolutely brutal parallel, I'm obsessed with how Faulkner cannot stop himself compulsively making the people around him into ghosts in his grand narrative. and yet he never escapes them, never assumes power over them. he's the one who remains haunted.
he assumes that an insubstantive Carpenter will be easier to wrangle, easier to narrativise, easier to fit into the Verses. but when it comes to it he can never quite make her into who he wants her to be, even when he really is imagining her. even when he believes he can hear her shouting back from beyond the torrent she still can't save him.
and, after all-- who will remember Faulkner? he killed his sibling. his sister is almost certainly dead. his faith have schismed and fled and will surely write him out of their holy texts.
he'll be a gap in the story of the destruction of Glottage, the division of the Parish, the rise of the Wound Tree. an absence-presence, almost invisible, helplessly and endlessly reshaped by other people's grand stories.
won't he be a ghost?
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