#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?

[drawerbread]

oh gideon, i was just starting to dream the silliest and softest of dreams

another homage to my favourite book scene ever

[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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[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).

[krscblw-2]

world's best teacher's aide

[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.

[annasezen-art]

Job hunting would be so much easier if it would work like in GtN:

You get the job without even applying for it, and your only competition is a guy who'd rather write poetry about it than take the position itself...

[hydraulic-badger]

The first chapter of my Locked Tomb Warhammer inspired fantasy AU fic is out.

I know that none of these words were in the Bible, this transpired because I was bored on a train.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61971289

Harrow went on only one power trip so far, I'm proud of her for that.

[chimchiri]

It's Harrow and that other one

[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.