#hayward the silt verses

[mintytea-exe]

the silt verses is truly the horror podcast of all time. two trans main characters, an aroace main character, Hayward

[theswisscheeserag]

Man who roleplays at being divorced and woman who roleplays at being widowed in a weird religious situationship is a peak dynamic thank you silt verse

[mossgoblins]

You gotta find pleasure in the little things if you’re gonna get through the day.

[cherrywhite]

EVERYONE SAY THANK YOU LUCILLE VALENTINE!!!

[larri0li]

my prophet and I

[unbloodiedmartyr]

Wouldnt it just be truly fucking awful if it was only people out here, and nothing else?

anyways this is like my favourite carpenter monologue of all time it destroys me. so yk i had to draw it. ALSO you can BET i used @catwyk 's incredible parish designs and @valtsv 's leech halo for faulkner. because i gotta steal their smartypants ideas

[phantomrose96]

I'm actually deeply obsessed with the tiny little anecdote Hayward tells about the god Henge and it makes me insane again every time I remember it.

You know the best god I ever met - they called him Henge. He haunted a village up north. He didn’t ask much of you. He liked keepsakes. Things that were no longer useful. Maybe you had a ring you didn’t want to wear any more because it hurt too much. Or you had a key that you weren’t going to use for a very long time, but you wanted to be able to find it again when you did. Or maybe your kid would be born with their eyes and throat shut tight and you didn’t know how to move on. You’d wrap your keepsake in green cotton, and you’d bury under a pile of pebbles in a place only you knew. And you’d make the prayer-marks so that Henge would know just what was being offered. And then one day, years later, when you were ready to pick up whatever you’d left behind but perhaps you didn’t even know it yet yourself, you’d turn and look outside your window, and the ring would be hanging from a tree-branch outside. The key would be resting on your sill. There’d be a newborn child, wrapped in green cotton, resting upon your doorstep. I never understood what Henge wanted with that stuff, but I understood the appeal of going through it. How nice it was to feel that someone had stopped to pick up the things you needed to drop.

The image about the stillborn child just stops me cold like. A child you loved and wanted and is born dead and you can't just part with, can't just accept it, can't find the way to put the work into the funeral and have them gone, forever, to nothing.

That you could put the child down and Henge will just... pick them up. Not save them. Not change what happened. Just give you time to step away. To not need to say "goodbye" to the child yet. To not have to deal, just yet. Just that one day, in the future, when you're ready, whenever that may be, the child would be back on your step for you to bury...

Hayward plays down the ring in his example of just hurting too much but, he plays down the kid too. Is that ring of your dead spouse? A dead family member? What kind of key do you need out of your possession until you're ready - or, Hayward, is this honestly just a strategy to keep something where you yourself can't lose it...? Can it be that simple?

I'm insane about Henge. I'm insane about putting a thing down temporarily, and having a god which will hold it while you can't.

[catwyk]

sopping wet scared out his mind prey animal swag through the roof. james hayward the man that you are

speedpaint below!!

hehe he looks kinda like david tennant briefly :] im on my trust the process pills

[rottingraisins]

[mintytea-exe]

there's something about Hayward dying as he watches Paige continue on and leave him behind, and Carpenter watching Faulkner's body as the White Gull carries it down river. there's something about watching the people we love become lost and forever out of our reach. it just sticks with me. the misery of both those who move on and those who are left behind. the beauty in the amount of love that it takes for the person staying back

[theswisscheeserag]

Hayward is kinda married to Paige in the way nuns are married to Jesus

[mossgoblins]

A man with everything under control.

[cosmichorrorlesbians]

WHY DID HE SAY THIS. WHAT POSSESSED HIM.

[glockmonkey]

hayward, in the tractor: i feel like ive been pretending for my whole life i dont know what to do with myself

paige:

[melandrops]

From Carpenter's beginning, a jaded heretic with a kill count that she doesn't allow to keep her awake at night, a past and a present drowned in blood - to her ending, laying her brother to rest despite the tears of rage in her eyes.

From Faulkner's beginning, a boy trying to find his place in the parish that calls himself their family and desperately hoping to be something more - to his ending, wading into the water he can't swim in for the sake of walking at his sister's side.

From Hayward's beginning, a perpetrator of the system, up to his neck in violence and all too eager to believe that he is right- to his ending, telling Paige to go on without him with no hesitation to lay down his life for her safety.

From Paige's beginning, a suit who sits at the board room and wonders aloud how to make their bloodshed sanitized - to her ending, allowing her godchild to fester in her body so she may watch her people walk onward to better lands.

From Shrue's beginning, a politician who cares only for being reelected, who wavers at the very idea of radicalism - to their ending, dying for the most radical of causes, screaming a cry for change with their last breaths.

From VAL's beginning, a weapon of war, razing lands under her feet and nothing more than her anger - to her ending, using the last dregs of her strength to give people their greatest desires.

At the end of the day, they all chose kindness. They chose to love, despite the cruelty of their world and the horrors they saw.

They were human, even at the mercy of their gods.

[echimyidae]

who up silting they verses‼️ decided to draw them all🦀🦀🦀