— reverend daughter .

a mausoleum in the shape of a girl .

[1flesh]

𝟏𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐇 — affiliated & private harrowhark of the lock.ed tomb series, very low activity with crossover and au verses abound. canon adjacent content is majority headcanon based and likely divergent from the unfinished main series but nevertheless not spoiler free. resurrected by batty. ( carrd. )

pinned & blog refresh a wip.

💀 affiliated with ... @1end

[brxtwalda]

letters to myself no. 1 — 17/9/22

[ohisms]

↪     𝑴𝑶𝑹𝑩𝑰𝑫 ᶜᵘʳᶤᵒˢᶤᵗʸ .    (  a  collection  of  various unsorted question prompts .  adjust  phrasing  as  necessary .   will  be  updated  frequently .  )

are you kidding me ?

[ name ] ,  what just happened ?

hey !  what’d you do that for ?

did you plan on ever telling me ?

do you want to tell me the truth ,  this time ?

you seriously think i could’ve done this ?

did you know about this ?

[ name ] ,  what were you thinking ?!

can we talk ?  alone ?

why are you doing all of this ?

it can’t be that bad ,  right ?

haven’t you heard the stories ?

who did this to you ?

what are you insinuating ?

what did you think was gonna happen ?!

you think i could do something like that ?

who do you think you are ?

why won’t you let me help you ?

do you have any evidence of that ?

can we put away our differences for a second ?

where have you been ? 

is that  …  blood ?

what’s your problem ?

are you real ?

where’s your sense of adventure ?

would you kill for me ?

you’re  [ name ] ,  aren’t you ?

why can’t you just let it go ?

do you want me to stay ?

what if we left  …  ran away ?

what else was i supposed to do ?

how did you get this scar ?

could you give me a hand with this ?

do you ever stop talking ?

you’ve never done this before ,  have you ?

where do you think you’re going ?

how many fingers am i holding up ?

what can i say to make it better ?

why can’t we all just get along ?

can i stay the night ?

what’s that supposed to mean ?

where did your common sense go ?

you seriously don’t believe me ?

what aren’t you telling me ?

do you have a minute ?

why are you lying ?

you’re gonna walk away from this ?

where am i supposed to go ?

can we stop and think about this rationally ?

how long has it been since you’ve slept ?

why can’t we be civil about this ?

what makes you so special ?

where is all of this coming from ?

how are we gonna get out of here ?

you’ll never leave me ,  right ?

were you in on this ?

care to join me for a bit ?

shows what you know ,  doesn’t it ?

do you want to get out of here ?

what were you expecting to happen ?

what are you working on ?

i can tell you’re upset ,  what happened ?

when can i see you again ?

where do we go from here ?

can you sit up for me ?

how long have you been awake ?

what are you getting out of this ?

can we put this behind us ?

where are you ?  nobody’s heard from you .

how can i make this go away ?

were you following me ?

where does it hurt ?  show me .

[ name ] ,  what the hell ?

hey  …  can i ask you something ?

you’re not gonna tell me where we’re going ?

really ?  you’re gonna do that right here ?

are you even listening to me ?

we can help each other ,  right ?

hey  …  did you hear that ?

you have no idea who i am ,  do you ?

how long have you known ?

what exactly are you asking me to do ?

how was i supposed to know that ?

are you new around here ?

can you stop and listen to me for a second ?

do you think there’s something wrong with me ?

what ,  you think i’m not qualified ?

why did you help me ?

can you just look at me ,  please ?

what can i do to convince you ?

where did we go wrong ?

oh my god ,  are you bleeding ?

why the long face ?

are you trying to get yourself killed ?

what do you make of this ?

how much do you wanna bet ?

you’re sure this will work ?

why are you so concerned about me ?

what are you trying to prove ?

did you ever care about me ?

are you drunk ?

isn’t this amazing ?

how long have you been standing there ?

what are you suggesting ?

why are you such a pessimist ?

did you know them ?

can we call it a day ?

where did you come from ?

[rotgospels]

Victoria MacKenzie, For Thy Great Pain Have Mercy On My Little Pain

[sonacava]

my first ever harrow 🤲

[terminalthrillness]

best response of all time

[1flesh]

im just rotating her in the blender the last few days

[1flesh]

logs back on after several months.

modern era harrow with tarantulas she obnoxiously and particularly identifies by their scientific latin names. or a snake she adores for its number of bones (easily 600 depending on the species!) and gives it the most horrifically pretentious and proper name you've ever heard.

[weltenwellen]

Maria Mazziotti Gillan, from “Ghost Voices”

[becomingvecna]

— David Cronenberg, Consumed

[slavedesign]

[1flesh]

STOP STOP STOP STOP I AM THE FACE OF LOVE'S RAGE

there are a lot of takes re: alecto that im sure will be twisted and disproven with the final book but since we are out here waiting until 2025 i am just going to post some of my own lukewarm rambling abt her for my lukewarm take (blog)

there are a number of theories about how actually present she is as The Body for harrow, whether she is a fragment of a soul, a semi-sentient ghost, or a hallucination. i choose to believe the answer is all of the above, seen in inconsistencies where she sometimes knows things harrow cannot and acts independently and intelligently. other times she only seems to appear to offer comfort in times of extreme duress, or as a soundless shade at the edges of awareness.

i think anastasia's blood has a hand in this, a tie that binds them beyond her knowledge after a deal the two made before her burial. her tongue was sewn, yet it was carried down through tombkeepers, and finally awakened as the rock was rolled away.

harrow wholly believes she loves the body, but also does not have a reference for her own definition of love, as someone who has been weaned on poison. harrow has been revered, followed, idolized, her rings kissed and feet washed by the convent but she is a child feared and loved for her status, her talents, and what she represents and never who she is even by her own parents.

love is foreign as a concept altogether for harrow, both to recieve and express. despite her imagination, it is always proven to be raw, visceral, and uncomfortable, something to be suspicious of, something she is not worthy of.

the largely unspeaking image she has seen, the body is a girl she doesnt know whose beauty captivated her but also the culmination of her guilt. she is the horror, the death of god, the monster she self-identifies with. harrow loves her as an object of comfort, a desperate reason of a girl to justify her continued existence, a soft hand she has never felt, an idealization to worship, a god.

[vampyrgrl]

bone rosary by vampyrgrl

[lemonade-jelly]

im back!!!

Id really like to take this account more seriously but i have no idea how tumblr works lmao

[alleycatboy]

strangles you with the red thread tying us together

[cpericardium]

no spoilers please I just started book 2

[1flesh]

💭 + hygiene

despite what one might think for her prim and immaculate ways, harrow is only so when it comes to certain things. her face paints, for example, must at all times be painted on with the proper respect and precision, while she heaps non-sacrimental robes somewhere at the foot of her bed and forgoes basic personal care for days on end. if she likes an article of clothing, it sees wash less than any other. the only shaving she trifles with is her hair, despising the feeling of stubble, and struggling to endure bathwater at temperatures beyond tepid. her routines are hardwired to the point of fits should they be interrupted, but many of them do not have hygiene in the forefront. she's a nasty little rat, basically and people should stop denying it.