#tltposting

[artie-party]

The first time it rained at Canaan House...

Credit to @omiomi-koki , sorry for the @ but this was just too perfect to not draw as griddlehark

[fauvester]

the lect tomb lol

Saint of Constancy (unintentionally discovered sainthood via cannibalism) and his new favorite traumatized sweaty unsocial semiferal necromantic saint

[morethanwonderful]

Gideon the Ninth page 334—>Nona the Ninth pages 365–366

Palamedes looks at what's inside Gideon's chest.

[tact1calnecr0mancy]

tlt trending again... call that the Resurrection

[lockedtombbrainworms]

I maintain that Cytherea the First got more than just Loveday Heptane's skill with the sword. The Seventh Saint was a pillow princess before she ascended to lyctorhood, but she also got her cav's strap skills during her ascension. It's symbolic.

[thorrn]

harrow giving herself top surgery... xoxox

[biracy]

Inspired by (aka idea stolen from) my babyyyyy @lektricfergus . Pie charts of some ao3 character stats in the "additional tags" menus. Cam and Pal's are filtered to exclude griddlehark fics because I felt they were being skewed </3 Click thru them all for full size

(Harrow and Gideon art is official of course. Ianthe and Corona from a picrew by Crowesn. Cam art by me. Pal from a picrew by RenWhit. Nona from a picrew by hellosunnycore. John from a picrew by Potato-Lord. Pyrrha and Alecto from a picrew by elenaillustrate)

[chooseruin]

The thing making me Feral about Judith Deuteros today is like. Her absolutely unfortunate attempt to declare martial law at Canaan House was the only thing she had to contribute. She is the ranking Cohort officer in this situation (she thinks) and like that's IT. In practical terms she's the weakest player there and she knows this; never mind the illest anime ill girl in the whole Seventh House and the three simultaneous greatest necromancers of their generation and Abigail Pent (at whom she is in any case strenuously not looking), Isaac could punt her through a wall. Silas is good enough at his terrible job that an actual Lyctor had to punch him out and then orchestrate that situation with the keys just to make ABSOLUTELY certain no one would ever listen to him. Judith is a competent melee support necromancer when in an actual melee. Judith can hold her own against Camilla Hect at ceiling chess even with a high fever, but Camilla and Palamedes and Ianthe are also there. Judith's cavalier is the glory of the Second House and their ability to work together is like... it's fine. It's professional. It's good. This is what peak performance looks like. It's fine. They're fine. Everything's fine. The hardware on her uniform is the only thing that's supposed to matter that she has and no one else does, that's ALL she has that she can imagine leveraging to get them out of here, and the way that works when your dad is the Fleet Admiral is that they give you everything you ask for and then you spend the rest of your life scrambling to earn it and she's not even very good at that. She has the charisma of drywall (affectionate/despairing) and all she can do to assert authority is fall back on the Cohort playbook and holy fuckballs did no one else in this bar actually care about that even BEFORE people started dying and all she does is completely discredit the actually pretty reasonable option of pulling together and trying to get out of this. And then Camilla Hect happens in front of everyone. And then the situation is REALLY losing cabin pressure and it's glorious last stand o'clock and her glorious last stand turns ugly and squalid and doesn't even help and she doesn't even get to die for it. She's the perfect product of ten thousand years of God needing cultural infrastructure for his genocide run against the rest of the universe, and she doesn't even get to Charge of the Light Brigade her way out. She doesn't get to die senselessly and prove to everyone that the rules don't matter anymore, because no one else ever really believed they did. She's so goddamn doomed by the narrative that it won't even let her die. Corona won't let her die. Blood of Eden won't let her die. MERCYMORN THE FIRST takes time out of a very packed schedule specifically to not let her die, not even long enough to come back wrong, how much more wrong could she get. She's the last kid left in Hamelin and she's opposite day Jackie Yellowjackets and she's a minor war poet and a virgin who can't drive and a wholeass Indelicates song and the most exhausted twenty-two-year-old in the universe and THAT'S ALL BEFORE NT9. Who is being happened to like her.