#I'm in love with harrowhark nonagesimus

[annasezen-art]

I'm so excited about this piece! I finally got around creating some fanart for The Locked Tomb series. I'm not entirely sure I understood everything, but that seems to be a universal issue, and we still can obsess over characters, right?

[chimchiri]

gideon & harrow OR rd and sf as cowboys please please please

It's the cowgirl necro and her gunslinger cav! Who is so damn extra she's got three guns: one left, one right, and one in pole position! (She swears the ladies love it!)

[sapsolace]

obsessed w these boneheads as of late :]

[vaduart]

I think their formula is "they are a set. do not separate them" and yet they have been separated for most of the books 🫠

[kayleerowena]

i will never dig a hole two fingers beneath this sternum to bury myself / holy, holy, holy, holy

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[sinshiney]

I just think that they’ve probably practiced kissing in the Nova AU

(description and no paint under the cut)

[ID 1: page one of a two page comic. Panel one is a narrow frame of the Reverend Daughter Gideon’s mouth and shoulders. She is wearing skull paint and black robes with bone jewelry, including a labret piercing. She says, “that reminds me!” Panel two is Gideon pointing towards the viewer, her black robes billowing. She shouts, “I officially BAN you from hanging out with that slimy bean pole!” Panel three is a distant shot of Harrow’s head and shoulders. Gideon’s finger can be seen pointing at her from the bottom. Harrow looks slightly annoyed and says, “I’ll add it to the list.” Gideon shouts, “I’m serious!” Panel four is the only one with a background, and it is of an indistinct hallway that is lined with columns and is dimly lit from the far end by a wall sconce. Gideon and Harrow face each other. Gideon raises a hand imploringly and says, “Ianthe Tridentarius is dangerous. Harrow has a hand on her hip and says, “I tire of your preoccupation with her. She doesn’t even have any keys.”

ID 2: page two of a two page comic. Panel one is a bust shot of Gideon, from Harrow’s point of view. Gideon says, “And yet, she has knowledge of the theorems used in the labs! You don’t think that’s weird?” Panel two is a bust shot of Harrow, from Gideon’s point of view. Harrow says, “Everything here is weird! Especially your decision to make her the focus of your jealousy!” Panel three is distant shot of Gideon from the waist up. She looks off to the side and fidgets with her hands. Gideon says, “If you looked in the dictionary, you’d find that it’s envious. And I’m hardly envious of--” Harrow cuts her off by saying, “It’s one hundred percent jealous!” Panel four is of Gideon and Harrow facing each other. Harrow has come close to Gideon and touched her thumb to the labret piercing, her fingers curling under Gideon’s chin. She is smirking. Harrow’s other hand remains near her hip, holding the chain of Samael where it is looped off of her belt. Gideon is surprised and her head inclines slightly towards Harrow. Her visible arm is somewhat raised, as though unsure what to do.]

[ID 3: Panel four of the second page. Gideon and Harrow without face paint.]

[elissastillstands]

If they were right, Nonagesimus, how much more can we take until you and me achieve omniscience? (from Harrow the Ninth, Chapter 51)

What can I say, the space fantasy Catholicism and Oresteia allusions have bewitched me (to say nothing of Harrowhark).

[arsenicalofarsons]

❗️TW BLOOD❗️

I'm so sorry guys I had to

[jane-asmo]

Everything was going fine, I was quietly recovering from the hole Caitvi had left in my soul, and then I had the ridiculous idea of reading The Locked Tomb series by Tamsyn Muir. Now, I’m not sure if, after finishing the three books, I’ll be functional again for a while...

[elfieafterdark]

I am suddenly struck with dread terror, down to my very marrow. My heart freezes like the waters of the tomb, my soul trembles under the staggering pressure of this new burden I bear.

I have to wait for the last book with everyone else.

And I must scream.

[ridrawsart]

When I first read Gideon the Ninth I definitely thought that Gideon had kissed Harrow on the mouth during the pool scene. After re-reading it and googling where the "bone of the frontal sinus" was I realized she did not, in fact, kiss Harrow on the mouth. She kissed her on the forehead. But, like Harrow, I reject that reality and substitute it with my own. (haha)

[owl127]

@ianthesmells in her endless talent and grace, drew Anubis from "Coffee & Scones" universe. So of course I had to write a drabble about it. --

There was a point of exhaustion when the letters on the Harrow’s laptop screen were an artistic display of unrecognizable forms and shapes. As her power point deck shimmered while performing aquatic dances instead of the data summary Harrow needed, she called it a night. Her phone blinked on the hotel’s nightstand, silent and ignored. Dulcinea had insisted on going to the bars with the other grad students, and she undoubtedly was sending Harrow unimportant photos to document the night’s proclivities. Harrow was not interested.

There was a lack of honor in the inebriation that Harrow despised.

Besides, she was the last presenter of the conference, and breakfast started at 7am sharp. There was no time for banal things such as “networking”.

She picked her phone to text Ianthe—her girlfriend was extremely efficient in calming Harrow’s nerves for her presentation—but frowned at the multiple pings from her plethora of diverse messaging apps; that is, all two of them.

She opened Instagram with a trembling finger.

Her first reaction wasn’t shock, since it took a good ten seconds for Harrow to recognize Anubis. Once she did, her cheeks burned with a drizzling mix of anger and amusement.

Much like his owner, Anubis was petite, a once tiny little black runt that grew into a tiny black demon. He had a history of fighting against collars, so Harrow never attempted to indulge herself by forcing him into funny little blankets shaped like denim jackets.

That was why, when she finally recognized her cat in a sheep costume framed by Coronabeth’s cleavage, she squeaked in surprise. To her horror, the little cricket looked adorable, and Corona’s massive volleyball fans had already adopted him as a mascot, with thousands of notifications in the photo. There was also a video of Anubis prancing around in the immaculate sheep uniform, his ears poking from the furry headset like sharp rocks on a field of camellias. Corona took the stage presenting the adorable cat, but Harrow knew better. She knew who was recording it, who had probably ordered the costume, and who had tagged Harrow in the viral videos.

“Hi, love. How’s the conference?” Ianthe picked up on the second ring. Harrow heard Corona’s voice in the background, and a suspicious purr that meant Anubis was around and enjoying the attention overflow.

“That’s animal abuse.”

“What do you mean?” 

Harrow heard the tilt in Ianthe’s voice. She knew exactly what Harrow meant, and she loved it.

“I left him with you for forty-eight hours and you already defamed him.”

“Harry,” Ianthe started, and Anubis meowed in the background, followed by Corona’s squeak. “The poor thing was cold, and Corona happened to snap a picture. He’s enjoying fame.”

“Leave him alone.”

“He already has his own TikTok and Instagram account.” At least there was a tinge of apology in Ianthe’s tone.

“Ianthe,” Harrow warned.

“Corona and Camilla will run it. And we can have more privacy at your place while they petsit him.”

“My place is fine!”

“Tell that to Anubis when he’s staring me down while I strap—”

Harrow hung up.

A minute later, Ianthe called. Harrow picked up after the third call.

“He’s okay, I promise,” Ianthe said as a greeting, and the background noise diminished. Harrow imagined Ianthe hiding from her sister’s enthusiasm in her room. “You know I’d never let anything bad happen to him.”

“I just want to be informed before I receive hundreds of follow requests because my cat looked adorable in a sheep costume.”

“Aww, so you also think he’s adorable?”

“You’re deflecting.” Harrow closed her eyes, letting the exhaustion from the day wash over her. “I miss you,” she whispered.

“I miss you too. You’ll do fine tomorrow. I promise.”

There was something visceral in believing a promise from Ianthe Tridentarius’ mouth. A chill ran down her vertebrae.

“Also, what are you wearing?”

She might as well use the energy into something good.

[chimchiri]

It's Harrow and that other one

[sofipitch]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Locked Tomb Series | Gideon the Ninth Series - Tamsyn Muir Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Gideon Nav/Harrowhark Nonagesimus Characters: Gideon Nav, Harrowhark Nonagesimus, Dulcinea Septimus, Abigail Pent, Ortus Nigenad, Isaac Tettares, Jeannemary Chatur Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Harrow Nova | Harrowhark is Not the Reverend Daughter, Alternate Universe - Coffee Shops & Cafés, Alternate Universe - Royalty, and finally alternative universe -- gideon is present in htn chapter 40-42, Amnesia, homoerotic fighting, Ballroom Dancing, Slow Dancing, Pining, gideon rolling with the punches and not knowing what is going on as per use, written in the style of htn so first person gideon but monologuing to harrow/you, so kind of second person too Summary:

What if Gideon was pulled into Harrow's alternative universes as well? What if she didn't know what the fuck was going on but every time she tries to talk to Harrow, Harrow calls her Reverend Daughter or Highness? What if Gideon finally met the real Dulcinea and got to dance with her? What fucking then?

[redpearlearring]

okay, I can cross "vomiting blood" off the Cdrama experience bucket list

[campbellsoupgansey]

she's insane she's a war criminal she's goth she gave herself a lobotomy she is AWFUL at making soup and yes she is a lesbian