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silly little comic
these two are having wildly different conversations
The Scoundrel ✨ A character class for The Hidden Isle.
it will take some time
This is nothing!
And poorly done (I’m swamped with work work) but I still couldn’t resists when I saw this post—
She should be at the club
New commission, off to the printer today
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Huevember day 6: Emperor John Gaius
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The only splash of colour was an enormous portrait of the Emperor as Kindly Master, with an expression of beatific peace.
As seen hanging on the wall of the Eight House’s quarters in Canaan House ✨⚔️💀⚔️✨
people online will just say "I don't trust the Chinese" as if that's normal and not the sort of thing a cartoon racist would say out loud
a lil tradicional doodle of harrow after eating a bowl full of Gideon soup
The bright bead of Dominicus winked benignly down from the mouth of the long vertical tunnel.
i promise i don’t exclusively draw tlt these days; it’s just that i started several sketches trying to get more of the *vibes* of specific scenes/environments in tlt so i can share my vision for people. for some reason i want to give the ninth a very sickly green glow, like the place is cartoonishly radioactive.
Girl, you wanna be eaten so bad it makes you look stupid
breaking news: tumblrs most controversial tlt poll, "did john gayus fuck alecto" [sic], nuked by staff approx 243 reblogs into a debate about who tops. automattic sources point to potential mattel involvement
She is approaching your house at high speed and she is angry
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Gideon the Ninth by Tamsyn Muir // The X Files: Fight the Future (1998)
Kiriona Gaia, the saddest girl in the world and my favorite boyfailure.
I dedicated a whole week to this and I can't bare to look at it any longer. All the subtle symbolism went to shit and the whole baroque vibe followed after.
But anyway, enjoy this beautiful sad pathetic little lesbian.
HIGHLY foreboding thrift store omen
There are two schools of thought on the locked tomb series; there are the people who took tazmuir at her word when she said gideon had a longsword and drew it as such; then there are the people who know what a longsword is and know that the thing gideon swings is at the bare minimum a fucking claymore.
going insane thinking about the harrow and palamedes friendship. harrow, who has never met another necromancer her age forming a bizarro 3D chess rivalry while pal worries about her safety at every possible turn. harrow, who is up to her eyebrows in paranoia and secrecy, trusting the sixth house with gideon unconscious and hurt, letting them into the ninth house quarters unsupervised. if “i cannot conceive of a universe without you in it” is goth for i love you, “death first to vultures and scavengers” has got to be goth for i love you (platonic). pal’s first reaction when harrow comes into his bubble in the river is to scoop her up in a hug, and at this point she doesn’t remember anything about him because cutting out all her memories of gideon is impossible without cutting out memories of the sixth, but she still makes him a skelehand to inhabit anyway. when harrow’s memories are finally whole, she tells dulcinea she couldn’t face pal knowing that his pen pal girlfriend died on her account, but the next time she “faces” him, palamades’s soul is in someone else’s body and harrow’s body is full of nona’s soul. he spends six months protecting and caring for harrow’s body (and nona obv), believing in the possibility of bringing her back to it the same way cam believed in him. “god, do you know i miss harrow terribly.” and by the time harrow comes back to her body at the very end of ntn, pal is gone forever, fully pauled. the last time harrow and palamades see each other as their complete selves is in canaan house, alive and unlyctored. two of the smartest and loneliest people in the solar system meet each other in the worst of circumstances and spend the rest of the story dancing around each other as fragments of themselves, trying to care about each other in the interim but never fully meeting like they did the first time. a friendship made almost entirely of missing the other person. “do you know i miss harrow terribly.” god. i need to lie down
mice are having sex in my walls :(