What a terrible world, what a beautiful world

my favorite girl and one of the gods who just won’t mind their own business

the silt verses do the whole “there is no god i could love more than fear” just so so well.

like take the Cairn Maiden for example. a kind gentle god, doesn’t even demand any sacrifices, just wants to meet people at the place of their final rest and see them off, like that’s a very comforting, soothing notion.

but. if i ever turn around and see this girlie standing in my doorway you fucking know full well im Not Happy to see her. im straight up bolting im running im screaming im crying— like ma’am DO NOT come any closer, security please take this god away—

Guys I think she wants me to go this way

— Chapter 19: I’d Bear This Song To The Precipice.

I- uh- I’m looking respectfully-

[ID: a digital drawing of the Cairn Maiden from the silt verses. She’s a veil-wearing figure in long flowy robes that are stained with dirt and have a few holes them. She is wearing a crown of roots and there’s a smile visible under her veil as she holds out her hands towards the viewer. /end ID]

travel doodles part 2!!!! notes and info below if youre interested :]

link to part 1

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picture 1: the cairn maiden!!! i drew her veil on whiteboard ONCE and im obsessed w shading thin drapery now. tbh im just obsessed w drapery

picture 2: headshots of faulkner, roemont, carpenter, and shrue that very much leave something to be desired, but im including them anyway

picture 3: faulkner comforting his father during ep 38 (best s3 episode)

picture 4: PYJAMA FAULKNER !!!! also during ep 38

picture 5: wallace, faulkner and thurrocks attempting to contact the endless drear in ep 22 (best s2 episode). again this leaves somethig to be desired but whooo cares maybe ill adapt it digitally

picture 6: very rough 2-panel comic of faulkner stealing carpenter's pancakes. there was gonna be a third panel where she stabs him with a fork but i fucked it up so badly i had to rip out the whole page. the text reads "couldnt care less" // "still waiting for his food"

picture 7: drawn most of the way through listening to season 3, and you can tell bc im just desparate for carpenter and faulkner to have a happy moment :( this is them going out for coffee together (the text shows that carp has a cappuccino and faulk has a hot chocolate)

picture 8: young em and carpenter playing in the white gull, trying not to fall in :] better times all round. this is another one i wanna digitize

picture 9: an older em and carpenter, where em is cleaning her scraped knee. his speech bubble reads "stop kicking your damn leg."

i don't have the artistic skills to illustrate my vision but in my head when the cairn maiden gives carpenter directions she does it by raising a hand and silently pointing like the tragedians in pathologic, or the ghost from the dream sequence in crimson peak. equal parts cryptic, reassuring, surreal, and foreboding.

The days, and the months go on like this. I walk the grounds of the garden of the dead. More bodies wash ashore. Acantha and I bear them, cleanse and bury them, rotten and twisted as they are, with nothing but kindness.

The old woman stands over each corpse as it’s laid down, whispering the same gentle words:

This is the place. This has always been the place.

You were always walking towards this moment.

We were always waiting for you here.

The soil will swallow you.

The roots will tear at you.

Foxes and flies will bear you away.

There’s nothing left to hold on to.

There’s nowhere left to go.

There’s no need to worry any more.

Once, when Acantha isn’t looking, I try softly mouthing the words along with her. It feels awkward. Transgressive, even. Like I’m intruding, or blaspheming.

But the words are kind, and I enjoy their closeness to my breath - so long as I can forget that I’m the one who’s spoken them.

— Chapter 17: IF I Could Trace With Bloodless Fingers.

i support women's neutrals. i support when women just stand there and do nothing

wish i had some better pics and the fact that i forgot her scar in the last page is rlly annoying me, but this is all the energy i have left today 💪

anyways!!! wip redraw of a scene from the most recent tsv ep that had me freaking the FUCK out. it was so so good and i havent stopped thinking abt it since

May your peace find you on a lonely road