#tsv tarot

[knock-kneed]

In honour of The Silt Verses ending soon, wip amnesty for my Silt Verses fanart, including the two TSV Tarot cards I was working on before The HorrorsTM. Figured it was as good a time as any to drop these.

Paige as The Empress, originally she was Peak Corporate Paige in an office chair, until S2/3 happened, then it turned into a messy thorny tree throne.

Hayward as Justice, clearly drawn before S2 began. Still really pleased with this, got overambitious with the weird bunny halo.

This was going to be a mini comic of the scene near the end of S1 at the Chitterlings Temple, just because I thought this bit was lovely.

Peak Widow of Wounds Paige.

(bet you can't tell who was my favourite to draw :P)

The art brain worms are currently Elsewhere so I don't know if I'll be finishing these before TSV ends, but I figured I'd drop the WIPs because I'm still really proud of them! ^_^

[darkwater-reservoir]

*slaps this fanart* this bad boy can fit so much symbolism in it

Symbolism in this piece:

The Sun written in the banner is a nod not only to the fact Nat now runs tsv but also to the tarot card by that name which I feel fits her personality

The blue wings is supposed to he a nod to Twitter because like. Blue bird. Yeah

The blue eyes around Nat represent the audience! (The blue is to symbolize the fact that the arg is on Twitter)

The gold ring behind Nat has a piece of Tsv's poem written on it. It's not really symbolism, I just thought I'd point it out

The angel symbolism in this piece is referencing the fact that Nat is now the main character, and is now taking Tsv's place

[fateology]

i’m gonna make you a saint!

[space-city-traffic]

an assortment of headcanons about Faulkner’s appearance, compiled because they haven’t been relevant anywhere else:

Faulkner has a mouth full of crooked teeth. from a distance, the gappy grin reinforces his charming and innocent persona. but closer up, the jumble of tiny jagged teeth suddenly looks a lot more like the grin of a shark.

Faulkner bleaches his hair in hotel sinks, frying the ends and turning it more yellow than gold. maybe the shining shock of it feels like a halo around his head. maybe it’s the act of taking control of his body that’s the really sacred thing. or maybe it just makes his reflection look less like Charlie, and makes for one less painful reminder. even he’s not sure.

Faulkner has a broken nose that healed juuuuuuust off center. most folks can’t tell at first. but he knows. it’ll never be quite right.

Faulkner is all sharp elbows and knobby knees and skin and bones. he lost track long ago of the difference between a dutiful fast, a grasp for control, a self-imposed martyrdom, and a simple lack of funds. but for what it’s worth, his malnourished frame does make it easier for people to underestimate his age—and therefore him. and he can use that.

Faulkner has two stick-and-poke ballpoint ink tattoos, both of which he did himself in secret one night. one is a series of tiny prayer marks on his hip, just below the waistband of his pants, where it’s sure to be hidden no matter what he wears. the other is a little smiley face on his shoulder. just because he could.

[knock-kneed]

The Saint Electric, Maiden of The Caged Sun, Madam Light

[knock-kneed]

We will bring you terror And you will bring us meat.

You will make me savage. We will make you fleet.

You thank us for the chasing, We thank you for the feast.

The grass leaps up about your carcass, Long and lean and sweet,

We’ll be your chosen hunters. And you - the god we eat.

[knock-kneed]

I have to admit it, he looks the part. Like a prophet of the river.

FAULKNER YES.

[knock-kneed]

“My savage, terrible, lonely river.

If you’re capable of listening to me - if you’ve ever listened to me…

…don’t let me become this woman’s sacrifice.

Let me become a beacon.”