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bodyintheriver

Sleepy 😴

vividciggy

Avulsion trial sketches

coquettemouseevil

The helmet looks better on Leo, anyway

nanaeatsyourart

Og ragebaiter.

I love you Leonidas Valdez

hamabee

You know that feeling when the love of your life is about to fall down into hell and then you grab them and then you both fall into hell?

Yeah, me too.

1nterspace-2

A quick illustration of my favorite lesbian space necromancer <3

steampunkcorgi

Harrowhark the First

naomistares

i have to go away for a while

(sorry this is so messy didn't feel like working on it any longer cus i kinda hate it)

gideonisms

the hill I die on re: griddlehark characterization is that gideon is canonically tidy and harrow is not. Because gideon needs some small sense of agency over her own life. similar to how she's always working out because she needs control of something about her own body. Harrow isn't as careful with things that belong to her

gideonisms

don't get me wrong harrow is living by a set of strict rules that keep her functional but those rules are not legible to anyone else and they don't involve taking care of her body or doing her laundry

profreshinol-respawner

gideon the ninth: "ah, I understand," said palamades, "what's happening here is-" at this point, Gideon decided to think about how hot dulcinia was

harrow the ninth: "i hate you you stupid little bug" said mercymorn, to which thirty percent of your body started bleeding profusely. Ianthe, The Body, and your sword judged you very harshly for this. "now now everyone," said God, "play nice together" as Gideon's spear protruded between your ribs.

nona the ninth: "I sure do love life," said nona. "God, you're such a loser," replied her friends Chewing Cinderblocks and Hot Cheeto Dust. Cow Wall Flashback. Noodle barked. Cow Wall Flashback "man, we should really do something about the magic beam that makes people insane," said palamades to the local commander, He Who Crowns Headless Chickens. Cow Wall Flashback.

infimace-blog

dead wife montage but it's a henchman reminiscing about da boss after he got put six feet under. picking flowers before hiding the bodies, wiping cocaine from your nose after a big night, that long drive down the beach to find the bookie who squealed. where did the days go

teratocrat

grits teeth. none of you are playing tuoys correctly. here, give me the princess doll. since apparently none of you can be trusted with her. i'm going to make her do something truly nauseating.