#Harrow

[flaming-thing]

Can't believe they waited untill the last half of episode 9 to tell us this 😭

Everyone: *literally fighting for their lives*

Harrow wherever he is:

[eumorpha]

Our Lady of the Ninth

ink and white posca on toned paper

[ohwhatpiscese]

im reworking this print and methinks it needs something, but what... hekp

[beautifulterriblequeen]

three quasar diamonds

[fairyturds]

When she griddle on my harrow till I hark. Is this anything

[larasoak]

time to be dramatic, time to be goth, halloween is near...

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[mariellavee]

Hi Tumblr! It’s been [redacted] years that I haven’t posted something, which is rather silly actually. Fixing that.

Anyway, here’s Harrowhark Nonagesimus from The Locked Tomb series! :) Enjoy!

[maalidoesart]

heir to the house of the ninth

[privodoro]

omg harrow pay attention to your gf for once

[julcreates]

quick harrow sketch ✨️

[gideoncav]

One flesh, One end

[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

[drownedkiwi]

THE NINTH SAINT

Have I only read Gideon the ninth? Yes. The locked tomb has invaded my brain however and will NOT let me go

[lesboygideon]

gideon the ninth deleted scene

[sleeves-art]

Greetings from the Mithraeum !!

[kyotospartyart]

Harrowhark Nonagesimus herself!!

For these portraits (I already finished Corona and Ianthe) I'm picture them at the beginning of the first book. They were meant to be the type of portraits you find in the big halls of a noble house but since that kind of thing doesn't really suit Harrow or the Ninth House at all...this one is more allegorical.

I prefer it when people come up with their own interpretation of my work but just in case some of you are curious here's what I was thinking when I painted this:

Harrow is the very young (and malnourished) heir of a dying house, hence the traditional headpiece and veil being torn apart by moths. Behind her, the withered nuns that populate Drearburh watch expectantly, putting all the weight of keeping the house alive on her. She is their miracle after all, the one who is supposed to save them.

Part of the background is covered by embalming bandages. They're just there, for now, but they're slowly covering everything up. They're running out of time.

However, the fabric of the veil she's holding vaguely resembles the shape of two wings. A small, subtle message of hope.