Welp, in my last PSA, I finally ripped the band-aid off and fessed up about the Black Ink Tarot Deck’s apparent penchant for ✨folkloric etiquette,✨ and some stuff you can try if you’re having trouble getting it make sense ever, or if you notice it pulling any folky-type shenanigans in your reading sessions.
Now, I would be remiss if I failed to point out that this pattern emerged from a small sample of card readers, who’ve been working in depth with this deck over the course of months, and had the initiative to send me funny feedback while airing questions. It is quite possible that this deck is neither haunted, nor unusually fae in its temperament. It is possible that your testimonials simply provided an opportune backdrop to teach some fun & spooky lore geekery for trivia’s sake, while raising anticipations around some new FREE projects we’ll get to in a minute. Big reveals ahead at the middle and end here. Stay with me….
I might not have sold you witches an undisclosed Othercrowd deck that I’d billed as an understated, minimalist goth deck like a fucking CARTOON VILLAIN! 😂😅
I might just be winging it, cause I enjoy unhinged little performance art charades when I get cabin fever like a fucking cartoon villain. I might even be suggesting that I planted a “possibly-haunted-IDK?” type deck in your house that I DIDN’T because I think it would be FUN to send you on a wild goose chase through the arcane bylaws and ceaseless chores of historic folkloric etiquette for NOTHING… like a fucking cartoon villain.
It is marvelously possible that there is nada-zilch-bupkis nothing here to be *concerned about* as a consumer. Marvel away, boys!
Then again, it is equally possible that I know some stuff about this operation you don’t that made *me* concerned enough as a merchant, that I felt a moral obligation to broach this topic funly, while scrounging for some not-too-dogmatic ways to let you know how best to work with this (probs not haunted?) tarot deck if it—or anyone else you ever meet along your journey—ever turns out to strongly prefer ✨folkloric etiquette✨ from YOU for any reason.
And wouldn’t it spoil All The Fun to tell you which of the above scenarios is true? 😁😇
Story time!
Now, I would be remiss if I failed to point out that this pattern emerged from a small sample of card readers, who’ve been working in depth with this deck over the course of months, and had the initiative to send me funny feedback while airing questions. It is quite possible that this deck is neither haunted, nor unusually fae in its temperament. It is possible that your testimonials simply provided an opportune backdrop to teach some fun & spooky lore geekery for trivia’s sake, while raising anticipations around some new FREE projects we’ll get to in a minute. Big reveals ahead at the middle and end here. Stay with me….
I might not have sold you witches an undisclosed Othercrowd deck that I’d billed as an understated, minimalist goth deck like a fucking CARTOON VILLAIN! 😂😅
I might just be winging it, cause I enjoy unhinged little performance art charades when I get cabin fever like a fucking cartoon villain. I might even be suggesting that I planted a “possibly-haunted-IDK?” type deck in your house that I DIDN’T because I think it would be FUN to send you on a wild goose chase through the arcane bylaws and ceaseless chores of historic folkloric etiquette for NOTHING… like a fucking cartoon villain.
It is marvelously possible that there is nada-zilch-bupkis nothing here to be *concerned about* as a consumer. Marvel away, boys!
Then again, it is equally possible that I know some stuff about this operation you don’t that made *me* concerned enough as a merchant, that I felt a moral obligation to broach this topic funly, while scrounging for some not-too-dogmatic ways to let you know how best to work with this (probs not haunted?) tarot deck if it—or anyone else you ever meet along your journey—ever turns out to strongly prefer ✨folkloric etiquette✨ from YOU for any reason.
And wouldn’t it spoil All The Fun to tell you which of the above scenarios is true? 😁😇
Story time!
Did I know what I was doing when I birthed this work into the world and then sold it to YOU?
Nope! You guys figured out this deck was a weird deck behaving weirdly before I did. Congrats! This was unanticipated news, though I have SO enjoyed hearing your anecdotes, and thank you kindly for having the guts to send weird feedback to my face. 😆
I had noooo desire to teach alternative etiquette in a making-it-obvious kind of way when I designed this thing. “I shall have good boundaries with the teaching side of my practice, and limit my public occult offerings to the medium of tarot and tarot alone” I said to myself ✨explicitly,✨ as I set down this road after YEARS of lurking and watching blog witches I liked break down & burn out. (It happens.) Moreover, I was not aware that “alternative etiquette” was even a thing back then.
I caught my folklore piecemeal and secondhand circa 2015-2017, when this got drawn, through fictional sources like Sir Terry Pratchett and Susanna Clarke. While I did prefer the good & creepy stuff (no aura of menace, no fun), and knew perfectly well not to fuck with The Fae (mhmmm… so I won’t do that!), I believed exactly none of it! So I’d paid precious little attention to the checklists one might use to spot and avoid the actual Othercrowd, if that were a life priority, and I associated Their cultures with my personal practices not at all.
I had noooo desire to teach alternative etiquette in a making-it-obvious kind of way when I designed this thing. “I shall have good boundaries with the teaching side of my practice, and limit my public occult offerings to the medium of tarot and tarot alone” I said to myself ✨explicitly,✨ as I set down this road after YEARS of lurking and watching blog witches I liked break down & burn out. (It happens.) Moreover, I was not aware that “alternative etiquette” was even a thing back then.
I caught my folklore piecemeal and secondhand circa 2015-2017, when this got drawn, through fictional sources like Sir Terry Pratchett and Susanna Clarke. While I did prefer the good & creepy stuff (no aura of menace, no fun), and knew perfectly well not to fuck with The Fae (mhmmm… so I won’t do that!), I believed exactly none of it! So I’d paid precious little attention to the checklists one might use to spot and avoid the actual Othercrowd, if that were a life priority, and I associated Their cultures with my personal practices not at all.
Now, it happens that I did not want to be giving anyone too much one-on-one advice when this blog commenced, because I secretly knew myself to be an historic, flaming fuckup.
Works Cited: Friend With Least Amount of Shit Together Now Reading Tarot Cards if You're Interested. --thehardtimes.net
I mean, who had their shit together in the Great Recession & its aftermath lol? I had sketchier friends than meeeee! IDK if that makes it better or worse. 😅
But I also knew myself to be a hard-working, closet smarty-pants, who’d been knocked down by some nonsense that’d never been in my control. So I thought myself perfectly well-qualified for the roles of drawing pretty pictures with Sharpie markers for the internet, with a side of anti-f4sci$t sneak-teaching. Let’s not tell anyone what to do with their lives! But let’s do make some tools to help them have more fun figuring that all out for themselves.
“THAT is theeee LAST cool haberdashery I ever flake on in wastrel disgrace!” I vowed, in flight from a moribund cycle of chaos in the entertainment and service industries. “I’m gonna sit right down and do something QUIET, and UNASSUMING, which shall both at once: help cute goths learn tarot ✨easily✨ for a better tomorrow, and pave the way for a dazzling career in the ✨Commercial Graphic Arts,✨ wherein I shall collect freelance paychecks for my most anonymous & sovereign little self with no bosses,” I said to me
I made sure to pack my decks full of LOTS of timeless, practical, relatable-to-everyone symbols, ideal for teaching tarot to gothic hipsters in the new millennium, while breaking into a grownup-adulty design career I for sure wasn’t gonna fuck up this time!
What’s relatable to everyone? IDK, how about willows and harbor seals and milk and moths and rain and swans and bows & arrows and rabbits and bears and bones and stuff. 🤷🏻
I mean, who had their shit together in the Great Recession & its aftermath lol? I had sketchier friends than meeeee! IDK if that makes it better or worse. 😅
But I also knew myself to be a hard-working, closet smarty-pants, who’d been knocked down by some nonsense that’d never been in my control. So I thought myself perfectly well-qualified for the roles of drawing pretty pictures with Sharpie markers for the internet, with a side of anti-f4sci$t sneak-teaching. Let’s not tell anyone what to do with their lives! But let’s do make some tools to help them have more fun figuring that all out for themselves.
“THAT is theeee LAST cool haberdashery I ever flake on in wastrel disgrace!” I vowed, in flight from a moribund cycle of chaos in the entertainment and service industries. “I’m gonna sit right down and do something QUIET, and UNASSUMING, which shall both at once: help cute goths learn tarot ✨easily✨ for a better tomorrow, and pave the way for a dazzling career in the ✨Commercial Graphic Arts,✨ wherein I shall collect freelance paychecks for my most anonymous & sovereign little self with no bosses,” I said to me
I made sure to pack my decks full of LOTS of timeless, practical, relatable-to-everyone symbols, ideal for teaching tarot to gothic hipsters in the new millennium, while breaking into a grownup-adulty design career I for sure wasn’t gonna fuck up this time!
What’s relatable to everyone? IDK, how about willows and harbor seals and milk and moths and rain and swans and bows & arrows and rabbits and bears and bones and stuff. 🤷🏻
I thought my tarot-and-tarot-alone teaching plan was going swimmingly, and that this was a normal deck behaving normally, because it sure as shit behaves normally in this house! I’m very serious about quality control, and thoroughly test run everything I offer for veracity, like a responsible psychic storefront! Very straightforward, clear, and true, this no-frills deck. Lovely splendid perfect. It had not occurred to me at all to maybe run a focus group on this one before printing…
Because ✨I✨ am a fffffucking ridiculous, feral, crepuscular DING-DONG,
who blew my youth in the years directly preceding this deck’s creation on myriad, relatable, ✨agnostic,✨ NERD hobbies—such as: guitarist-fishing, night painting, night baking, night sewing, night listening to glam rock alone by the misty banks of night ponds in the night, night composing poetry alone in the winter night fog by the vacant night fairgrounds and cemetery at night, writing creepy, little nonsense songs for my perennial crush on the WOODS, drinking pals twice my size under the table, and bopping back and forth across the country with random buddies, in a series of 🔥spontaneous & ruinous whims.🔥
Now, do you suppose that I, a certifiable Agnostic Smart Person, who remains to this day both agnostic and smart, could have attracted the interest of anything Seriously Folkloric and Quite Possibly Permanent during these, the years of my Agnostic Smart Person Behaviors?
Who’s to say?! I don’t even fuckin’ know, man! How DOES one tell? 😉 Most likely ✨this✨ is a very cautiously worded ✨publicity stunt✨ brought to you by a humble artisan who does both FICTIVE and FICTIONAL creative writing things (without explaining the difference), who very obviously wants to SELL you Fine Tarot Decks, while educating the children about WHAT kinds of dumb shit NOT to do, in accordance with the old Folk LORE, which may or may not even be TRUE. 🤷🏻
(HaHaaaaaaa… fuck around and find out.)
My misadventures were staggeringly beautiful and highly entertaining! But also—and I cannot stress this part enough—gravely inconveniencing to both myself and countless other persons.
“Well that’s enough of that!” I said to me, as I slunk back to the woods in shame, with a houndstooth fedora, a shirt-box full of get-well cookies, and a limp that would take years to heal. 👏 “Let’s go get NORMAL.” 👏
And sit the fuck down, and art the fuck up, and get my shit the fuck together so this NEVER happens again.
What did I blame entirely for my many problems and “personal quirks” at this time, you ask?
Late stage capitalism, back to back recessions, highly suspected (still as yet unconfirmed) ADHD, the willful bad behavior of sundry townspeople (self occasionally included), ceaseless rent hikes, a couple un-dx’ed illness/injuries I didn’t know how to treat yet, and an obsessive love of music that was completely destroying my life. Aaaand maybe too much drinking—my bad. (I don’t do that anymore.) All perfectly logical, and still the parts of this picture I’m inclined to fault most.
I do not hold workaday human chicanery or late-capitalist dumpster-firedom against the spirit world! There is NO reason to go seeking paranormal explanations for problems with rational causes, more than a few of which you obviously caused your own darn self.
Never had a bad time doing AGNOSTIC skilled musician things alone by the misty banks of a night pond in the night! (Though this is not the most safe/smart, recommendable location for the equally inadvisable routine pastime of feral night-loitering—most especially not while both generally laid-back & creatively interesting—I realize now as a slightly adultier adult…)
Thus it was that I found this symbolic body completely WORKADAY and CLASSIC, but not at all Folklorically Suspicious when I drew it! 😇
Now I DID begin to connect some dots about some stuff a couple years after the art was already maybe 90% inked and the Little White Book draft was a primordial, novella-length heap. More than one “oh fuck” and “ah beans” moment was had in the *thrilling* process of finally sitting down for some Real-Person/Smart-Person occult research I thought I’d better conduct before self-publishing a whole-ass occult book of my own that wouldn’t shut up or go away. (Fortune’s Inkwell, if you’re witchy.)
By this point, I had to concede that it was possible (but not at all certain) that I *could have* (ostensibly) personally dug my own self (IF any of this is real) into some Seriously Folkloric (big IF that if…) & Quite Possibly Permanent (though who’s to say for sure?) terrain (that may or may not even be true).
Did I suppose this “terrain” could be an itty-bit contagious at all to other people? 🤷🏻 It’d never seemed to be so far! Besides which, I am quite fond of some of this “terrain,” and wouldn’t opt to change it, whatever it may or may not imply. Fortean & Jungian shit happens ever day, nbd. Nobody else needs to hear any *fanciful, speculative conjectures* or concerns about Mysteries I’ll never be able to solve or prove, kicked up by some fusty-dusty, indie-occult X early-modern historical tomes habit, sheesh. Keep calm and carry on then.…
So I went to print as planned, shipped ‘em out, and then my Discord community started chatting amongst themselves over how this deck is behaving in practice for other people.…
This raises some (highly amusing) *creative and ethical concerns* now for me, an honest and caring person—kind of a mom-friend, usually—trying to help people—who already sold this as a mellow, relatable goth deck here for teaching and art-making… Which it is! (In its ownnnn vernacular.)
All this to say, YOU should buy LOTS of my Folklorically Non-Suspicious™ tarot decks because that would be SO fun for you! (Cough I want them out of my house omg they’re everywhere and now everyone knows they’re weird get them out of my house cough cough.)
To that end, I will be vending this Saturday--tomorrow!--July the 26th, 2025, in the ballroom of the gorgeous & vibey Hawthorne Hotel in Salem, MA, at the Witches' Night Market hosted by the delightful Witch City Tarot Gathering. Lovely crowd. Always a treat. 5-9 PM. Come say hi!
By this point, I had to concede that it was possible (but not at all certain) that I *could have* (ostensibly) personally dug my own self (IF any of this is real) into some Seriously Folkloric (big IF that if…) & Quite Possibly Permanent (though who’s to say for sure?) terrain (that may or may not even be true).
Did I suppose this “terrain” could be an itty-bit contagious at all to other people? 🤷🏻 It’d never seemed to be so far! Besides which, I am quite fond of some of this “terrain,” and wouldn’t opt to change it, whatever it may or may not imply. Fortean & Jungian shit happens ever day, nbd. Nobody else needs to hear any *fanciful, speculative conjectures* or concerns about Mysteries I’ll never be able to solve or prove, kicked up by some fusty-dusty, indie-occult X early-modern historical tomes habit, sheesh. Keep calm and carry on then.…
So I went to print as planned, shipped ‘em out, and then my Discord community started chatting amongst themselves over how this deck is behaving in practice for other people.…
This raises some (highly amusing) *creative and ethical concerns* now for me, an honest and caring person—kind of a mom-friend, usually—trying to help people—who already sold this as a mellow, relatable goth deck here for teaching and art-making… Which it is! (In its ownnnn vernacular.)
All this to say, YOU should buy LOTS of my Folklorically Non-Suspicious™ tarot decks because that would be SO fun for you! (Cough I want them out of my house omg they’re everywhere and now everyone knows they’re weird get them out of my house cough cough.)
To that end, I will be vending this Saturday--tomorrow!--July the 26th, 2025, in the ballroom of the gorgeous & vibey Hawthorne Hotel in Salem, MA, at the Witches' Night Market hosted by the delightful Witch City Tarot Gathering. Lovely crowd. Always a treat. 5-9 PM. Come say hi!
Meanwhile back at the home studio, I have an additional 500 glorious B-stocks if anyone would like a heavily discounted sliding-scale copy with some minor cosmetic flaws.
Please phrase any angry reviews as hilariously as possible for posterity, and do recall that I both told you what this one does ✨right on the box,✨ and that I am now bopping the fuck out of business, as regards tarot, specifically. Lol byeeeee!
Please phrase any angry reviews as hilariously as possible for posterity, and do recall that I both told you what this one does ✨right on the box,✨ and that I am now bopping the fuck out of business, as regards tarot, specifically. Lol byeeeee!
OK, how much of a dastardly take-your-money-and-run while planting a probs-not-haunted* wyrd deck in your house type situation did I just pull here?
(*Magic not guaranteed. Non-hauntedness equally & oppositely not guaranteed. Sold as uhhhh… a “curio.”)
Here’s a MEME that multiple, unrelated people keep sending me over the years unbeknownst to each other. Haha. What are you trying to say, guys? 😅
Welp! Roughly 80-90% of the funds raised on Kickstarter went straight into production, shipping, taxes, and the cute, mothy bonus coasters I surprised you with as a production delays consolation—you’re welcome. Most profits here, if any, go right into funding the next round of projects.
I pooled my modest, yay-you-did-a-thing personal cut with last year’s tattoo fund, and bought a pearlescent-vine-encrusted electric guitar named Beatrix the Truth. She sings like a siren and looks like my boyfriend, The Woods. We’re presently arranging my extensive secret back-catalog of FICTIONAL folk-rock, ghost-punk songs about ✨ blatantly sultry & creepy things ✨ which you will get to stream for free, and which I shall use to get back to my best friend, The Road, at the next opportunity, to have nice times, and raise good vibes, singing songs and playing cards from town to town, as one does when neither suspicious nor folkloric.
Welp! Roughly 80-90% of the funds raised on Kickstarter went straight into production, shipping, taxes, and the cute, mothy bonus coasters I surprised you with as a production delays consolation—you’re welcome. Most profits here, if any, go right into funding the next round of projects.
I pooled my modest, yay-you-did-a-thing personal cut with last year’s tattoo fund, and bought a pearlescent-vine-encrusted electric guitar named Beatrix the Truth. She sings like a siren and looks like my boyfriend, The Woods. We’re presently arranging my extensive secret back-catalog of FICTIONAL folk-rock, ghost-punk songs about ✨ blatantly sultry & creepy things ✨ which you will get to stream for free, and which I shall use to get back to my best friend, The Road, at the next opportunity, to have nice times, and raise good vibes, singing songs and playing cards from town to town, as one does when neither suspicious nor folkloric.
Give Him A Mask
From here on out, everything I share, including this ENTIRE post, shall be ✨performance art.✨ (It is quite possible that everything I’ve shared with you daily over the last ten years was “performance art.” Some of us are high-masking as a baseline…. and some of us dig long games. 😉)
Alas! I can no longer teach you new divination things whilst openly promoting myself as an attention-whoring musician, incorrigible saucy brat, and trickster performance artist, because why?
Because mixing look-at-me-look-at-me rock & roll bullshit with super-seriously-serious-person spiritual teachings is how ✨personality cults✨ form, against all finer intentions, and I am NO guru. I’m not better than you, and I am for sure not smarter than you in some core and vital (incl. occult-specific) ways LOL.
I love writing about symbolism, lore, social issues, and metaphysical quandaries, but I also really really really wanna go do some look-at-me-look-at-me rock & roll bullshit! My prior work is no longer viable post-AI, sure, but also the music’s FUN, and it’s finally cooked enough to share for realsies. It’s my very most favoritest thing of all things, and I just flame-out bombed at thirteen backup plans in a row. 😆😅 So what’s the mature & responsible way to do both the spacey, mystic stuff and the saucy, rock & roll bullshit stuff?
As a Flaming Unreliable Narrator, that’s what. Sweet! Welcome to my Absurdist Charade Era.
Here on, you will never know for sure, and I shall neither confirm nor deny, when I am spinning fiction & embroidery inspired by nerd research, or hawking a trashy, American twist on high-Strange living lore, or BULLSHITTING you for entertainment purposes only, or speaking my own gods-honest truth.
Guessing what’s what is a fun exercise in your own discernment maybe? 🤷🏻 Don’t overthink it though, cause I also love to spin lots of evocative nonsense & fluff that I find lightly entertaining or pretty for completely fuckin’ non-profound reasons. Most of my works to date were just me goofing off & startin’ shit & tryin’ stuff, while rehabbing injuries, and totally belly-flopping at breaking into commercial graphic design as a highly distractible artist with quite dubious competence in marketing.
Though I’ve completed my work in tarot for this lifetime, I do stand by the book and decks already created. These are worthwhile works with a lot to offer other people, but you should question my wisdom and bring your own to the table when and as you partake! And have fun.
And, for those shabby-chic aesthetes who follow the finest, modern-rustic yet ever practical trends in apotropaic home decor, maybe go get yourselves some horseshoes for your house doors….
Alas! I can no longer teach you new divination things whilst openly promoting myself as an attention-whoring musician, incorrigible saucy brat, and trickster performance artist, because why?
Because mixing look-at-me-look-at-me rock & roll bullshit with super-seriously-serious-person spiritual teachings is how ✨personality cults✨ form, against all finer intentions, and I am NO guru. I’m not better than you, and I am for sure not smarter than you in some core and vital (incl. occult-specific) ways LOL.
I love writing about symbolism, lore, social issues, and metaphysical quandaries, but I also really really really wanna go do some look-at-me-look-at-me rock & roll bullshit! My prior work is no longer viable post-AI, sure, but also the music’s FUN, and it’s finally cooked enough to share for realsies. It’s my very most favoritest thing of all things, and I just flame-out bombed at thirteen backup plans in a row. 😆😅 So what’s the mature & responsible way to do both the spacey, mystic stuff and the saucy, rock & roll bullshit stuff?
As a Flaming Unreliable Narrator, that’s what. Sweet! Welcome to my Absurdist Charade Era.
Here on, you will never know for sure, and I shall neither confirm nor deny, when I am spinning fiction & embroidery inspired by nerd research, or hawking a trashy, American twist on high-Strange living lore, or BULLSHITTING you for entertainment purposes only, or speaking my own gods-honest truth.
Guessing what’s what is a fun exercise in your own discernment maybe? 🤷🏻 Don’t overthink it though, cause I also love to spin lots of evocative nonsense & fluff that I find lightly entertaining or pretty for completely fuckin’ non-profound reasons. Most of my works to date were just me goofing off & startin’ shit & tryin’ stuff, while rehabbing injuries, and totally belly-flopping at breaking into commercial graphic design as a highly distractible artist with quite dubious competence in marketing.
Though I’ve completed my work in tarot for this lifetime, I do stand by the book and decks already created. These are worthwhile works with a lot to offer other people, but you should question my wisdom and bring your own to the table when and as you partake! And have fun.
And, for those shabby-chic aesthetes who follow the finest, modern-rustic yet ever practical trends in apotropaic home decor, maybe go get yourselves some horseshoes for your house doors….
By Any Other Name…
Now, I rather like to adopt different monikers for different projects and phases. Blown through a few already. For my next trick, I’ll be recording as Nefarious Waif. This was my favorite shit-you-not childhood nickname by a landslide. I do think they meant it ironically most days, as in like, sarcastic irony, and maybe not so much dramatic irony. Though I did tie the house up with string a lot in this era, so perhaps it was due. (Sorry, mum! /You’re welcome for the installation art.)
I’m a professional fuckup, an interrupted vagabond, and a bleeding-heart brooding-goofball, who does care deeply about The People, even when The Public annoys me sometimes (/often). I don’t believe in mastery, but I’m a Jack of all trades, and fucking advanced at several. I act, dance, sing, play sticks & strings, do watercolors, and write copy, at diverse ranges of competence, and my resumé’s a shit-show! 💫 🤣
Much as I love you babes, I don’t work for the indie tarot scene. I follow the The Fool. We love gentle, creative misfits, loathe odious, oppressive dirtbags, and believe in a better tomorrow. Our debut album, Below The Rose, starts rolling out whensoever I get it finished… (any week now… Rogues+ on Patreon get the first single drop today…)
Please do enjoy the spooky tarot decks! They are here to help. Any ghosts in the machine come complimentary. You’re welcome. We’ll have one or two more posts on deep-diving with the Black Ink Tarot and Fortune’s Inkwell, and passing the torch to the next gen of queer tarot bloggers, and that’ll wrap this era.
So sorry I can no longer responsibly teach you divination or witchcraft! (Oh sad.) I’ll be busy doing dark comedic ✨fiction✨ things, while chatting about Sacred Foolery and non-denominational Cunning Arts, on the side of my most Folklorically Non-Suspicious™ verses, songs, & tunes outside over HERE. We’ll have saucy songs and dances, then joke about how to clock & dodge deceptions, cons, manipulations, and ✨tricks✨ in this world and the next (including my own perhaps). Hoo-boy--we’ve got a lot of ground to cover. All this and more, with healthy garnish of your-mom jokes.
I’m a professional fuckup, an interrupted vagabond, and a bleeding-heart brooding-goofball, who does care deeply about The People, even when The Public annoys me sometimes (/often). I don’t believe in mastery, but I’m a Jack of all trades, and fucking advanced at several. I act, dance, sing, play sticks & strings, do watercolors, and write copy, at diverse ranges of competence, and my resumé’s a shit-show! 💫 🤣
Much as I love you babes, I don’t work for the indie tarot scene. I follow the The Fool. We love gentle, creative misfits, loathe odious, oppressive dirtbags, and believe in a better tomorrow. Our debut album, Below The Rose, starts rolling out whensoever I get it finished… (any week now… Rogues+ on Patreon get the first single drop today…)
Please do enjoy the spooky tarot decks! They are here to help. Any ghosts in the machine come complimentary. You’re welcome. We’ll have one or two more posts on deep-diving with the Black Ink Tarot and Fortune’s Inkwell, and passing the torch to the next gen of queer tarot bloggers, and that’ll wrap this era.
So sorry I can no longer responsibly teach you divination or witchcraft! (Oh sad.) I’ll be busy doing dark comedic ✨fiction✨ things, while chatting about Sacred Foolery and non-denominational Cunning Arts, on the side of my most Folklorically Non-Suspicious™ verses, songs, & tunes outside over HERE. We’ll have saucy songs and dances, then joke about how to clock & dodge deceptions, cons, manipulations, and ✨tricks✨ in this world and the next (including my own perhaps). Hoo-boy--we’ve got a lot of ground to cover. All this and more, with healthy garnish of your-mom jokes.
Sauced your mom with the otherworldly cunning arts last night! Get pepped!
This means all my former portfolio links are broken. Fresh start! The links menu lives at NefariousWaif.com/links now and the Patreon catalog lives at NefariousWaif.com/patreon-catalog, my new email is: [email protected], and the Patreon shall be Nefarious Waif now as well, thank you. That’s my name for the foreseeable future…
As it was all along. 😉
Hope to see you there!
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