at least i'd had your full attention.

locked tomb sideblog / contains spoilers

[lizarddealer]

The parallels when gideon realizes she has to die in Gideon the Ninth, and when Harrow realizes she has to live in Harrow the Ninth

[squigg-les]

someone talk about the Nona grief with me. Someone talk to me about the grief.

[naomistares]

harrow soup comic! harrow soup comic!

took some creative liberties with the structure of it all otherwise it would've been 20 pages long... love u tazmuir and all your words but i removed some for my sake... enjoy...

[drawerbread]

always your sword, my umbral sovereign

(finished rereading htn and i am not afraid to admit that it made me bawl like a baby… again)

[cutetanuki-chan]

I'm glad people liked previous Anastasia art cause I'm trying to do something more

[naomistares]

drew 6 pages of ianthe getting rejected because i am sane

(ignore the inconsistencies this took way too long ! i've been working on this since last year)

[nil-elk]

The book you wish you had. 👁👄👁🖤💀

[corvophobia]

writing my own alecto the ninth at this point

[naomistares]

harrowhark gets her lobotomy at claire's: the aftermath comic

[jolynegarcia]

The Third House

[zanjforever]

ALECTO COLOR

gideon orange, harrow blue, nona pink, but which color do we think alecto book is going to be?? i talked to my sister about it today and we made a bet upon our pride and honor but i need. I NEED to know what you guys my friends on here think. so

what color alecto ????

yellow (my guess)

green (my sister's)

another other color tell me which you think and why please

Voting ended onJan 3, 2024

[b1cr1ptic]

Una Camilita entre dibujitos ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა

[naomistares]

harrowhark getting her lobotomy done at claire's

(ps: merry christmas eve! you can't see but we just hit 10k on here... my christmas gift to the world, thank you dearly)

[robotbodies]

more misc tlt

[pottersfieldcustodian]

[bonejunky6669]

it fills me with such righteous anger thinking about harrow going to The Mithraeum and seeing God indulge in all of the things she has been deprived of/deprived herself of all her life- in order to worship HIM. seeing him and the other lyctors have feasts while even tea is too flavorful for her. seeing them have gross old people orgies while she had probably never been hugged in her entire life before Gideon. seeing them do jackshit all day while she did nothing but pray and study. telling her she is but a baby- despite the fact that she has experienced the worst of horrors(at the hands of the religion they created) and posseses more necromantic power than all of them. her fellow saints taking advantage of her schizophrenia for their own agendas, and never giving her the time of day otherwise, not even pity when she is lying on the ground with her gut ripped open and innards strewn about. god saying she is like a daughter to him- and her throwing herself down onto broken glass because she is so overcome by guilt at the idea of being a daughter- of being given anything, of having anything, of having love or affection, of being something to somebody, of existing- and god having the audacity to say such a thing after failing to raise her. god not understanding her, god's lack of omnipresence, the saint's lack of kindness or holiness of any capacity. harrow, having grown up in nothing but dark black halls and clothes- and The Mithraeum being nothing but pearly white. harrow, who dedicated her life to an empty religion and a god who does not care and is not qualified. harrow, who only had ONE thing(Gideon) that ever made her happy, and having that one thing taken away from her by this god. so much avoidable grief and abuse forced onto her. and the fact that she has been forced to continue this cycle of grief and abuse as well by having had continuously hurt her only friend and being turned into a lyctor against her will. harrow begging god to ask the saint of duty to stop trying to brutally murder her, and god telling her to get a hobby? devastating. truly the most tragic character of all time

[scalierpepper]

"Pyrrha crossed over to the truck, to Nona, and leant heavily into the interior; Nona could see that she was sweating, in exactly the same way she had sweated after the bottle of bleach. She mumbled 'You knew this was happening. You knew this was happening months ago,' and when Nona put her hand on Pyrrha's, it was like Pyrrha hadn't even noticed her."