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I am in awe
![[ID: A portrait of Ianthe Tridentarius as the Saint of Awe, from the book Harrow the Ninth. In this illustration she is looking sideways with an expression between bored and cunning; her long pale blond hair falls on her side, covering part of her right arm, half skeleton from the elbow up. Her left hand is lazily leaned on her rapier, like she doesn’t really need to use it. She’s wearing a pink lacy night gown that contrasts with the skeleton hand and the belt that holds her rapier to her side. The background is almost abstract, coloured with cold blue, green and purple shades; however a few golden flakes trace the outline of the skull symbol of the Third House and one of its eyes rests right behind Ianthe’s head, giving the impression of a Saint’s halo].](https://64.media.tumblr.com/d63d66fbfa8a151bd9d5a34ca8aabb57/7fd0aeaa9f67bfe2-55/s500x750/dd1f4e82010f1f11056d1576573404ce3b9108eb.png)
I hate her, but she is so vivid in my head 🙏🏻
Ianthe Tridentarius, the Saint of Awe. Look at me being back from the dead posting art of tumblr after having binged read the Locked Tomb series ✨💀
I haven’t actually finished Nona the Ninth tho so no spoilers plss (I have like 50 pages left, but I don’t want it to end ya feel me?)
There will definitely be more Locked Tomb art incoming btw so stay tuned!
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you finish harrow the ninth.
you stare around, lost. the review remains unwritten, untouched. your thoughts run wild and your heart violently sobs. your chest tightens painfully. you have no idea what just happened. you love it. you are in excruciating pain. you wish to reread it for an eternity. gideon and harrow haven't spoken. ianthe and corona. camilla and palamedes. nothing's alright. it hurts. and you'd do it all over again. there's a hole inside of you, which perhaps only one thing can fix.
you get up and make yourself soup.
Imagine you’re some little evil woman sitting in Hades’ throne room when Orpheus walks in to make a deal to get Eurydice back, and Hades is like “yeah ok, just don’t look back otherwise she has to stay here” then walks out of the room. Almost immediately after hearing the conditions, Orpheus breaks his own neck so that it is physically impossible for him to turn it, and then demands that you gouge out his eyes for good measure. Eurydice then gets really upset because she’s convinced this is a sign that Orpheus hates her and never wants to see her again, and Orpheus is completely convinced that this was a normal and logical thing to do.
You are literally the only person in the universe who recognizes this as an act of love. They both then insult you to your face for thinking this is anything other than very normal (Orpheus), or petty hatred (Eurydice).
You are Ianthe Tridentarius.
“Ianthe the First is a continual surprise to me. If I was going to pass out a fourth epithet, I’d call her the Saint of Awe.” - Harrow the Ninth, ch. 23
(alternately: “Why did you ascend to be a Lyctor?” “Ultimate power—and posters of my face.” - Harrow the Ninth, ch. 48)
Lyctor!Ianthe: @incandescentorrery Photos: @featherbreak at Dragoncon 2024