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Dealer: j got this new strain 💯 it’s called, “thanergy link to your daughters longsword” 😳🔥 gonna be blitzed off your titz

Me: whatever man I don’t feel shit

5 minutes later: dude I swear I saw some bitch in a hazmat suit at the bottom of that glass coffin

My girl Harrow, pacing: the eggs you gave me all died and you lied to me

If I made lps harrow the ninth would you watch it

Everyday I read one part of the locked tomb and then I yapyapyap about it to no one for hours.

Like I’ve been reading the ending of Nona the ninth over and over and over and before that it was the beginning of Gideon and before that it was all of jod’s story

My favorite number is NINE

my favorite thing is BONES

my favorite planet is PLUTO

my favorite color is BLACK

my favorite makeup look is SKULL

my favorite name is GIDEON

my favorite place is CASTLE DREARBURH

my favorite measurement of time is a MYRIAD

my favorite god is ALECTO

my favorite subject is NECROMANCY

my favorite star is DOMINICAS

my favorite house is THE NINTH ONE

my favorite place of burial is A TOMB

my favorite people are LESBIANS

MY FAVORITE OF ALL IS THE LOCKED TOMB!!!!!!!!

Anyway john gauis classpect prince of blood

Gotta give it that harrowhawk tuah

'her necromancer's mouth was still puckered with a sourness that would've impressed a lemon' is just another way to say 'i was staring at my girlfriend's lips' i don't make the rules.

harrowhark 'but i don't even remember about you most of the time' nonagesimus to harrowhark 'i cannot conceive of a universe without you in it' nonagesimus is the prime example of what happens after you start simping for girlies with bad rizz (gideon)

they're unhealthily co dependant. they're enemies. they're lovers. they're best friends. they're each other's everything. they hate each other. they love each other. they want to kill each other. they wouldn't survive without each other. they're each other's fucking undoing. they've been doomed by the narrative right from the very start, they were destined to break apart, they never had any future together, they were always stolen moments. and yet they loved each other, even if it was just a cruel dream, or maybe a seductive nightmare- for a split second, they loved each other and that didn't change anything that didn't change their stories that didn't save them from being doomed but the love was there. it would always be there. it didn't change anything, but that doesn't mean it wasn't there. i didn't say their names but they popped in your head didn't they.

yeah sorry your penpal of many years whom you're meeting for the first time who rejected your advances isn't really her. yeah a millenniums-old rageful lyctor is actually masquerading as her. yeah she's also responsible for the mysterious deaths. and she did kill your penpal. so you never actually met her. yeah sorry.

yes i just finished the locked tomb. yeah i'm going insane in griddlehark. yep i'm gonna make tlt four quarters of my personality. yea i'm gonna breath in harrow and speak in gideon and dream in camilla and palamedes and think in corona and behave in ianthe. i'm gonna make theories and connect threads you didn't know existed. i'm gonna sob and scream and throw up and laugh about them. i'm gonna be able to conceive nothing but them in this universe. i'll simultaneously simp for them and wish to stab them. i'll blame tamsyn muir for making me suffer this much, but oh, i would wonder who i was before the locked tomb.

do you ever think about how we knew the ending of the first book all along.

ah yes, the sixth language of love: getting a lobotomy to forget your unhealthily co-dependant partner whose soul you have absorbed because life without them while being aware they had once existed was pointless

harrowhark has so much rizz. like girlie went in and said 'i cannot conceive of a universe without you in it' 'i have tried to dismantle you, gideon nav the ninth house poisoned you, we trod you underfoot—i took you to this killing field as my slave—you refuse to die, and you pity me strike me down you’ve won. i've lived my whole wretched life at your mercy, yours alone, and god knows i deserve to die at your hand' 'i can no longer accept being a stranger to you' 'you are my only friend' 'i am undone without you.'

versions under the cut

Cytherea Loveday, the Seventh Saint to Serve the King Undying!

Nona 😍🥺😭🤧🥰😩

Last night I had a very vivid dream in which Nona and her friends started a band called The Nonas and there was a skeleton rave also Ianthe got turned into a flamingo.

Also here’s the individual characters, since I spent way too long on the drum set for it to be covered up. I swear I didn’t forget about Noodle’s legs, there were six in the sketch, but two of them were covered up by the keyboard.

Last night I had a very vivid dream in which Nona and her friends started a band called The Nonas last night and there was a skeleton rave also Ianthe got turned into a flamingo.