#act 4

[jellyuuka]

this happened in one of the loops in act 4.. (source: trust me bro)

[ksen-noodles]

(Fr. ac-t) Le Derangement

Observe me realizing these are actual grown adults and yoinking Siffrin from the Snufkin niche back into the nature (sickly Victorian poet niche)

ALSO I FOUND A NEW KIN. A BLORBO EVEN MAYBE. HI CHANGE GOD I LOVE YOU SM LETS LOOK AT THIS DUMPSTER FIRE TOGETHER

[lonesomelavenderbones]

Starting Act 4 of Harrow the Ninth, i have an additional... theory? Thing I'm picking up on?

The contrast between the Tridentarii has been rattling around in the back of my skull since GtN. Coronabeth says at one point that "their dad wanted a matching set." She doesn't elaborate but the way she says it seems to indicate dad was disappointed.

The healthy and exuberant Coronabeth. The pale and withered Ianthe. One child as a cavalier and one as a necromancer? Necromancers consistently described as sickly looking. Thanergetic bodies (necromancers) vs thalergetic bodies (cavaliers). Am I on to something?

[nymphoflust4]

Dai, ho pensato anche a chi è così cattivo da non entrare nel mio canale telegram

Sono troppo buona, lo so💖

[primarchslut]

ALL THEATRES ARE THEATRES OF WAR. WAR MUST NEEDS BE THEATRICAL.

requested by a fellow harlequin lover ♥

[homestuck-quotes-sometimes]

EB: ok... EB: how do you know all this? TG: fuck TG: come on dude EB: oh yeah... EB: you're the orange dave. EB: hey no offense, but do you think i could talk to the real dave for a second?

[samthepotterhead]

"if I had to choose a companion to be at the return of eternal darkness with, I'd choose you" look, I love my friends too, but I would never make speeches the way scorpius does to albus (and then albus always roasts him rip)

[banabiohazard]

I exist to observe, or perhaps not, I haven’t had the time to decide.

I can’t find anything I’m better at yet so I observe.

Drawn to you like a moth to a flame.

All of you.

Purple has a beautiful mind, hides in shadows but is kind. Troubled thoughts that bring her shame, yearns for what she can’t attain.

Pink makes things that look so sweet, but makes herself so hard to greet. Troubled home leaves her black and blue, perhaps she needs a home anew.

Blue is skilled at crafting lies, few can see past her disguise. Troubled mind that keeps her down, though it’s rare to see a frown.

Amber is a different kind, knows his place and stays in line. Troubled past a fervent flame, he’s just doing this again.

And where does that leave me..?

A silent watcher.

N̴͕̟̤̼̓͛̿̕ọ̷̆t̴̘͗ȟ̵̨̗̘̲̻̣̦ỉ̸̬͍̈́͛̔̓͠n̷̰͇̳̿̂͘͠g̶̛̰͕̳͕̏͐ and nobody.

Not a who but a W̶̬̭͓̳̽͊͜h̷̡̦̪̝͈̥̜͓̤͒͋͆̾͛̑͆͂̋̚͜ͅȁ̷̬̹̾̄̒̄̀͊̽̐͂̋̏ṫ̴̡̢̧̘͒ͅ.

Perhaps I am Ģ̶̨̛̰̘̜̖̫̗͓͕̓͌̐̊̒̾̀̔̓̆̽̌̽̌̆̃̄̅̀̀̚̕͠ó̸̡̧̡͍̰͍̝̩̩̭̍͒̾̔͗̿̆̒̊̆̄̕͠d̶̛̛̟̦́̆̀̓͛̽̉̈̾͌̇̃͆͝.

Perhaps a ghost.

Perhaps.. just Ą̵̢̨̳̪̻͉̮͖̩̩͚̗̻̼̞̪̭̜̟̳̎͐̀̐́́̄̈̓͆̋͂̉̆̈́́̽̀̌̑̿͠͝ͅn̴̛̛͕̞͈̫̺͙͚̗̮̥͍͒̓̽̆͐̏̈́̄͊̓̐͒̈́̏̆̀͌̀͘̕̕͝͠͠ơ̴̧͉̪̰̺̰͓̰̼̦̲̤͉̠͉̻̫͖̟͇̥͕̖͓̈́̔͒̏̆̿͊̎̉̏͂͆̑̿͆̌̍̏̂̊̚͠ͅͅͅt̸͕̳̱̖̩̜̐́͐̍̎͋̀̉ḩ̷̡͈͎͓̞͎̫̞̩̫͈͊̐̓̈͐͆̅͐́̌̓́̽͒͋̏͐̋͐̔͌̋̑͛̀͝ę̶̢̛̝̟͚̘̝̱͔̭̠̤͓̰̮̟̯̖͇̦̜̙͇͓̘̬͕̑͒̐̈́̈̑̐͋͒͛̈̌̈̀̈͗̑̊̈́̑̏͗̈́̈́̐͝r̸̼͇̘̖̝̐͑̾̈́͛̈́͛, the same as the rest.

Green is gone, a memory lost. Her tears fall stiff and turn to frost, locked away like she deserves. Her struggled cries will not be heard.