this threesome could have been an email
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from Netherlands
seen from Spain

seen from Singapore
seen from China

seen from United States

seen from Sweden
seen from United States

seen from Malaysia
seen from United Kingdom
seen from Maldives

seen from United States
seen from Singapore
seen from Russia

seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from Singapore
seen from Jordan
this threesome could have been an email
“God’s strongest soldiers” and it’s the most toxic bi4bi exes you’ve ever seen
There's really something in how despite his hollow flippancy, Augustine was the only one of his generation who hadn't given up.
Cytherea would have personally killed everyone in the solar system and then God, trying to die. Mercymorn tried to do it the other way around, but she had the same end in mind. Augustine is the one who said no. No, there are people out there. Real people, to whom we have a responsibility, and to whom we owe a future. Until. You know.
they're married they met and immediately started being messily divorced they are not on speaking terms but they do talk occasionally which is different they're coworkers they're bitter enemies they're co-conspiritors they're children having a nightmare they're the only two people who understand each other. they plot to kill god together and they seduce god together and they say the worst things anyone's ever said to each other and they don't even need to speak out loud to do it anymore. when they confront god together they pass a cigarette back and forth and trade personalities every couple of minutes and when they think he's dead they collapse into each other's arms. they do not forgive each other and they never ever will and still it's a shame that they didn't get to throw themselves into the sun together like they planned. i didn't say their names but they popped into your head didn't they.
Long familiarity with A Civil Campaign, in which Miles Vorkosigan invites a few friends round to meet his gardener, really inoculated me against the dinners in Harrow the Ninth. Six-armed skeleton clawing its way out of a dude's chest? God and his necrosaints getting biblical on the dining table? Ianthe is there? Ech, I've seen worse.
holy fuck we're back from Dragoncon and TLT COSPLAYERS REMAIN UNDEFEATED YAAAAAAARGH
without further ado, I present an initial dump of selected photos I took at the official TLT meetup -
Third/Fifth/Eighth House serving absolute cunt:
Cristabel Oct, the Woman that you Are, completely wrecking everyone's day:
Dios Apate, complete with traumatized Ianthe & Harrow:
all the Harrows & Gideons flipping one another off:
Individual mentions go to this INCREDIBLE Matthias Nonius, Ms. Gideon Frizzle, & a self-indulgent nod to the doomed triad:
feat. @eldritchw1tch and @incandescentorrery as two of our Ianthes, me as Cam, @archety-pal as Pal, and @aduck8myshoes as a pitch-perfect Dulcie. if you're also in any of these, definitely let me know (& tag me if you upload them, here or on IG at @feather.break) - I'd love to keep in touch!
I'll be editing and posting more individual images & solo shoots of various friends & co-conspirators for weeks, probably - stay tuned!
One fun thing about the first gen Lyctors is that John quite literally took away their childhoods. Not that they had great childhoods they'd cherish the memory of, I'd bet against that, but god, they have so little context to understand themselves. They came into life, Pygmalion style, adults and in love but not knowing why. If the younger lyctors ever tried to swap parental horror stories, they couldn't even take a stab. They toss around "brother" and "sister" and "son" with each other, but a very real way, John is the only father they've ever known.