#ft. alecto

[sybillctrelawney]

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during her sixth year when sybill was using her gift on any student who asked, she felt shame. she walked with her head held low both in an attempt to clear it but also out of disappointment in herself. in a moment when she looked up she ran into alecto before going into potions and saw something. she stammered and ran into the classroom, never letting alecto know what she had seen -- about amycus.

@alecctoccarrow

[pciscnparkinscn]

@ofxalectox

#getting Vanessa's son, River, to play Choni's son named Dale is pretty clever actually

[dahliaxxgreengrass]

where: entrance to the great hall. who: alecto; @alecctoccarrow.

Dahlia and Alecto walked into the Great Hall arm in arm as sisters. Dahlia was beaming in her black, form-fitting dress. Being accompanied by Alecto was a privilege, one Dahlia took seriously. Though she would be lying if she didn't say she was full of girlish glee on the inside. She couldn't stop smiling or feeling like the luckiest person in the room.

As they stood in the entrance, Dahlia looked over at Alecto and asked, "Are you ready for this evening?" With a smile gracing her pale face, she answered her own question. "I can't wait."

[deirdresart]

Alectamene early days where Aiglamene is Anastasia and something’s wrong with her but she’s God’s creation and so and so...

[theriverbeyond]

just woke up from a nightmare that I had gotten an early access copy of Alecto the Ninth, it was 6,833 pages long held together with zip ties and divided into 3 main sections:

the first section was arranged in an extremely long 5 act in-universe bible (1: Bones 2: Heuristics 3: Incrjdhshs (dream giberish) 4: Zryryryeie (more dream gibberish) 5: Appocalypse) with no relation to any of the existing named characters (including John) and included several in-universe calenders, stories about statues with teeth, moral exercises ft the vague frameworks of the TLT universe, and a forward from the author every 100 pages or so justifying this experimental take with each one more incomprehensible than the last.

the second section was extremely short (<200 pages) and was 1 act long called something like "Alectectaliakis" or some other dream giberish and was written from the perspective of Alecto about eating Harrow (??????????)

the third and final section was again extremely long about Gideon/Kiriona being very dead and living in some sort of recognizably-modern city pining about Harrow (who was as described earlier eaten by Alecto, but it's unsure if Kiriona knew about that specifically) and being very depressed but in the middle it devolved into a portfolio of fan art, sort of like those anime art books but all the art had been submitted by fans and none of it had any recognizable relation to actual events or characters of any of the books

Anyway in the dream I was sitting on the couch reading it surrounded by my friends and mutuals and we were all discussing how deeply incomprehensible and confusing these creative choices were but generally appreciative of Tamsyn Muir for taking a big swing. send post.

[pciscnparkinscn]

@ofxalectox

CHONI WEEK ► day seven: free choice - madnessa during production of S7

[saddest-girl-in-the-whole-world]

Describing Alecto as inspired by Hollywood Hair Barbie is on the one hand objectively a genius choice and hilarious but it also undeniably did irreparable damage to the fuck up looking Alecto economy, I need more depictions of her looking like the frozen corpse that she is STOP yassifying my 8 ft tall rage filled lip biter!!!!

[dahliaxxgreengrass]

🔮

send me a 🔮 and I'll tell you where I think your muse will be in 20 years.

alecto will have been seen as a hero for her work in the war. no one will be able to deny what she did for the cause and will praise her for it. she will take all the encouragement well into her later years. it’s what she worked so hard for. she’s alecto and will always be someone dahlia will look up to — if she lives that long.

@alecctoccarrow

[softfocusgremlins]

Truly hope Alecto the ninth picks up directly after this.

Ft. Ianthe as a drowned cat.

[xgeorgetteollivanderx]

There had never been pain like this. Unforgivable curses; she supposed she they were unforgivable for a reason now. No one deserved this hurt. Georgette had emotional scars and now she imagined her body would never heal from what what being done to her. She was sure she would always feel the pain scouring through her veins. If she stayed alive that is.

“Pretty when she begged.” If only she had something to say. Even if she did her voice box wouldn’t allow it. A tear fell down Georgette’s cheek. Not only was she being physically tortured, whoever this was wanted to mess with her mind as well. It was was working.

Finally the masked individual took the wand from Georgette’s side. A small relief. However it was short lived. This person put the wand to her head. Georgette was terrified about what this would mean.

She barely heard the curse before feeling the pain soar through her head. Georgette’s brain was on fire. It crawled down to her chest. Her heart felt like it was going to explode. She groaned and attempted to grab the stone slab with no luck. All she could do was shake and shiver. Her head was slamming back and forth. Georgette grabbed on to her memories of the shop as much as she could to get her through this ordeal. But the pain — the pain. It was unreal. Was she going to make it?

Alecto knew that their time together was limited. To remove a memory, a short term memory, would only allow for a certain period of time. "You sound so pretty when you beg." She sneered, wanting the witch to pay for the way she treated her. No one insulted Alecto Carrow and got away with it. The edge of the wand digging into the other's side is removed, instead Georgette can feel it glide down her cheek. "Crucio." The pain from the unforgiveable curse strikes the witch confined to the stone table. A delightful smile seeps on her features, enthralled by the withering body in front of her.

Moving around the table, hazel hues glance over Georgette, deciding where she wanted to mark the witch, leaving her with a scar that would confuse her come the morning.

[catcas22]

Height Headcanons

Made a chart with my approximate height headcanons for Prince of Death. Seeing it all laid out was... eye-opening.

https://multmetric.com/?person0=0-Miquella-152.4-%23cebfe8&person1=1-Ranni-213.36-%2374a2ec&person2=1-Malenia-243.84-%23e16e3d&person3=0-Godwyn-289.56-%23f7d426&person4=1-Marika-304.8-%23f5c105&person5=0-Radagon-304.8-%23fe0606&person6=0-Rykard-320.04-%237233d1&person7=1-Rennala-365.76-%231462A9&person8=0-Morgott-365.76-%23858585&person9=0-Mohg-426.72-%23000000&person10=0-Radahn-609.6-%23ce2727&person11=0-Vyke-162.56-%23878787&person12=0-Kristoff-187.96-%23dac910&person13=1-Lansseax-213.36-%23ffffff&person14=0-Godskin-274.32-%23c8b3f9&person15=1-Finlay-213.36-%23fec52a&person16=1-Alecto-226.06-%23050505&person17=0-Blaidd-335.28000000000003-%230a0094¤tMetric=ft

[liesmyth]

has something from a tlt fic ever become headcanon to you? i ask because i find this happening to me all the damn time with this fandom but not others

OK SO, my tlt headcanons are like schrodinger's cat, they explicitly contradict each other sometimes and all of them exist at the same time in different quantum states of canon. So in that sense I've never read a fic and thought, okay, THIS is my canon from now on.

But I've read so so many fics that burst my third eye wide open and made me consider different perspectives on a character / dynamic, or helped me shape some I already had. A few favourites:

the soul that seeketh him by bittybelle — missing scene pre NtN ft. John and Kiriona. Wherein John Gaius meets his daughter, remembers the women he left behind, and deals poorly with being the male god of a universe in which the divine is essentially feminine.

AO3 user LesbianJesusLovesYou gave me Big Feelings about Gideon's childhood on the Ninth and her relationship with Harrow, Aiglamene, Ortus and Crux

believing in everything (and knowing nothing at all) — A series of childhood memories from the Ninth

when i call, will you come to me? — “My Lady,” Ortus wheezed, shifting uncomfortably. “I only thought you should know… Gideon Nav was flogged before the congregation.”

A few fics set right after NtN that really stayed with me:

never hear the sound of someone calling me home by @corpsesoldier — Kiriona Gaia returns to the House of the Ninth.

One More Son by captainpeggy — After Nona, Pyrrha Dve walks the Ninth.

two old broads split a cigarette by @forjodssake — Aiglamene/Pyrrha. “sometimes the girl you like becomes one person w her soulmate and you have to jack off about it”

Post HtN missing scenes:

Death in its season by @ancientannoyance — John holds Mercymorn's 24 minutes funeral

recognize them by their fruits by @ceruleanvulpine — John and Ianthe emerge out of the River

Other stuff that Stuck With Me

so I open the window to hear sounds of people by @sunderedstar — post NtN flashbacks. John and Alecto are the only two beings on earth, and he starts working on the Resurrection. This is harrowing and I'm absolutely obsessed with the implications in this fic of WHY John removed everyone's memory.

and they were roommates by @herenortherenearnorfar — pre Resurrection Mercy and Cristabel, from their first meeting onwards and it just really burrowed a hole in my brain and grew roots and sprouts and everything. Latin American nun Cristabel it's all I can see now, and YES they met working with climate refugees when M— was a bright eyed idealistic doctor. It also lines up great with the Asian Mercy headcanon that exist in my head (I have a whole elaborate backstory about M— aged 12 proclaiming to her Filipino Catholic family that she's an atheist now). Anyway, it's just a lovely, gorgeous fic. I think about it every day.

John 25:12 by @halfeatenmoon — pre-Resurrection, John and his friends escape the cow fortress to spend Christmas Day at the beach. With beer, salads, pavlova, and the corpses of a million fish killed by nuclear weapons testing. Ft. Southern hemisphere holidays in Mururoa Atol and 100% canon. To me.

Operation: The Most Honorable Man by @cadmean — Augustine has a proposal for the Saint of Duty (Dios Apate. That's the proposal)

lowkey cheating but I can't choose — absolutely anything AO3 user Raxheim has posted has been SOO up my alley. Every time I read one of their fics I feel like I'm enlightened by some never-before-considered detail. And mean ANYTHING, from Harrow Nova to Wake to Cytherea and the Lyctors to the Universe's #1 Sadgirl Gideon

[rodolphusxlestrange]

"Yes, I know it's your bar," Rodolphus responded weakly. It may belong to Alecto but to Rodolphus everywhere was his. He knew Alecto felt differently so he didn't push it but only because it was Alecto. But he would never crumble under this is mine. He let it slide right by without saying anything else. Although if anyone else had tried to fight her about it belonging to her, Rodolphus would be the first to stand up and make it right. One could say he was protective of the redhead.

"I'm always demanding. Is that anything new? You sound surprised." He replied shaking his head as he growled, "Roddy." He raised his glass to his lips to drink. "What do I have to do to stop being called Roddy? It's Rodolphus, fiery one," he reminded her.

"Yes, you are the boss and should be able to drink whenever you like," he sniggered, "and can do whatever and whoever you want," he winked.

There were very few people that Alecto truly cared about in her life. Rodolphus had some home managed to worm his way onto that list. She supposed it helped that he had mentored her a little, along with his wife. They'd helped Alecto become the witch she was today. "Need I remind you we're in my bar?" She pointed out with a little smirk. She would have loved to see Rodolphus try anything here. They were on her turf right now. When it came to Delirium, she was the boss. And she was never going to allow anyone to take away the power she had. At least in her bar anyway.

"You're so demanding Roddy." Alecto teased, shaking her head. She was used to him being demanding, just like she was used to most men being demanding. "I mean I am working." She pointed out with a laugh. "But I am also the boss. So you know. I get to do what I want." Which was right now, drinking with a friend. "So lucky for you. You won't be drinking alone tonight.

[mercyisms]

hello anon and apologies for promptly dropping off of the face of the earth after promising to reply to this. in the interest of trying to be useful, i'm going to dash something off-the-cuff, but i hope it helps! i think this idea is already routinely demonstrable in the text, but tamsyn muir was also kind enough to explicitly spell some of this out in this lovely interview: "That said, the God of the Locked Tomb IS a man; he IS the Father and the Teacher; it’s an inherently masc role played by someone who has an uneasy relationship himself to playing a Biblical patriarch. John falls back on hierarchies and roles because they’re familiar even when he’s struggling not to." one of the ways this is dramatized in the text is, y'know, john shoving some of the earth's soul into a barbie. pygmalion the earth into perhaps the most iconic form of white femininity. it's a move that may be complicated by details such as a) john's indigeneity and b) the queerness implicated in john preferring barbie to any of his more 'masculine' toys, but there's a lot to interrogate here on how john's proximity to systemic oppression (across various lines) is retained and the ways in which they're replicated despite his intentions, or the ways they come through even when certain axes of oppression (gender, race) operate differently in the nine houses than on contemporary earth, or what john prioritizes above altering these systems. so on one hand, thinking about john's affinity to tall blondes might lead you there. however, because the 6ft tall blonde is not just alecto but is, in fact, an enduring role, now you can open up some more questions. for me, these questions might look like: what is the relationship between this role and john and john's empire?

the 6 ft tall blonde is always john's bodyguard. that's another key point of comparison. we may consider: when the bodyguard is alecto, she is stylized as a (to really simplify it) romantic counterpart in some ways; she is a caretaker (i'm quite sure there's a line in ntn about how john is unable to sleep unless alecto strokes the bridge of his nose or similar; possibly the only one granted access into the fact that john is afraid); she, based on what we have to go off of, trusting of and ultimately deferential to john's judgment prior to entombment. she is also stylized as a highly, and traditionally, feminine person (see: barbie), though alecto is repulsed by and in conflict with her body and gender presentation. and then you might consider augustine. at the urging of his lyctors, john entombs alecto. john identifies augustine as one of the lyctors most repulsed by and mistrusting of alecto. in her vacancy, the lyctors come into their roles as the emperor's fingers, and augustine, first saint, takes up a particularly key role. we might also note that augustine is staked out by the text as deeply gender ambiguous (g1deon and mercy, among others, are gendered without hesitation. the narration questions augustine's gender), but frequently pivots on misogyny. certainly, he accuses mercymorn of trying to become A.L. bodyguard 2.0 but in a way that a) suggests she is failing and b) while mercymorn and M-- both function as guardians and protecting figures to John, both come to the table with a different texture. augustine (exchanging 'your mom' jokes, etc., with john pre- dios apate minor) and A-- (thinking especially of how john remembers only A-- calling his new eyes 'cool') is also fulfilling a role for john that his other (remaining) lyctors are not. humanizing confidante, perhaps. he is not only a thousand year old friend but a caretaker for a slightly more fallible and human john. augustine also reaches a point where he can no longer support john. where john-as-emperor and the goals and demands of his empire diverge from what augustine sees as morally defensible. and so he's replaced. augustine and john wrestle. they reach an equal impasse. and ianthe -- rather than save her mentor and overthrow god -- chooses to sacrifice augustine and take up his place. of course, kiriona is also present and given some nicer titles, but by the end of nona (see: the tower besties little fight before the tomb is opened) we understand gideon is being used by john, while ianthe is the bodyguard proper, choosing what information to feed back to john (NO new updates on his duplicitous sluts, thanks!) and working very hard to keep john separate from alecto, in order to keep mr. gaius in a state that benefits ianthe and ianthe's goals. ianthe also has some wild and fucky (complimentary) gender shit that may also be fun to track. also, notably, ianthe is not of particular interest to john, who vastly prefers harrowhark. the strain of desire is possibly broken. so we don't just have, you know, a very fun enduring bit of the 6 ft blonde bodyguard, but we also have an interesting progression. we can see how this role evolves. john shaped alecto in one way, and had to set her aside. augustine allowed himself to be shaped by and used by john, up until a point. ianthe is the consequences of john's empires and the decisions or neglect that coalesced into the nine houses' politics and hierarchies, but we've reached a point where john is now (wittingly and unwittingly) in conflict with these hierarchies. the 6 ft tall blonde is not only a signal that certain hierarchies, roles, and systems persist in john's empire, but i think you could compellingly map out ianthe is the logical conclusion of said systems & that provides a really interesting context to read her actions & plots, both in conversation with alecto (and her shifting position) and augustine, but also with john. (and the 'rebrand' john is engaging in during nona, as he moves away from the neo-roman lyctors to tower princes & a flirtation with greater indigenous stylings, ex. 'kiriona' over 'gideon'.) anyway! i hope some of this helped. i know i'm not necessarily spelling out the entirety of my personal reading here, but i hope i've laid out some of the pertinent points of analyses and also some of the 'work' (points of comparison or characterization, etc.) that i think is happening wrt to our tall, tall blondes.

[declanscunt]

“humanity touched him briefly, like a passing shadow” — harrow the ninth

nona/alecto & john gaius — forsaken humanity

ghost in the machine (sza ft. phoebe bridgers) + nona the ninth (tamsyn muir)

[xrodolphusxlestrangex]

Rodolphus should have explained conversing with werewolves and their packs before going on this journey. How could he have been so stupid? He assumed that since she was the one who approached him she must have had some knowledge of how to deal with the beasts but she obviously did not. They weren't elegant like witches and wizards pretended to be. They were rough around the edges and prided themselves on it. They had no filter and the "men" weren't particularly sensitive toward women -- not that Alecto needed sensitivity but she let his words get to her and that could mean automatic death for the whole lot. Rodolphus couldn't spend the whole night with side whispers to Alecto telling her what to do and not do. "We're right behind you, Angus, you big bloke."

He grabbed Alecto's arm with intent and spoke very, very quickly. "Don't argue, just listen. When they speak, act like you care about what they're saying. Make them think they're right. Play along. If they make comments about you, you must laugh it off or give some witty -- witty," he emphasized, meaning not fiery, "-- answer. There will be more of them when we enter the forest. You must remember that although there are two of us there will be more of them. Can we take them? Most likely but there's no point in risking it when we can get this taken care of easily." Rodolphus loved a good fight but he also knew when to play the game. "This mission is too important to mess it up because he says something about your breasts, do you hear me?" His older brother voice had come out in full force. After the very fast rundown, Rodolphus took a deep breath. "Now come on. We have to catch up."

They reached a bonfire and saw Angus standing, his pack sitting and standing around. Rodolphus smiled and nodded to everyone. "Angus, I think introductions are in order?" The werewolf snorted. "Rodolphus, this is the pack. Pack this is ...what was your name again?" He asked, looking Alecto up and down. Rodolphus took in a deep breath. He counted thirteen werewolves. They had to be safe. He had to trust Alecto to do the right thing.

The next thing he knew, Angus shoved a pint of ale at Rodolphus and Alecto. "Sit."

"I won't argue with a man who's just given me a drink."

Hues flickered hard over in Rodolphus' direction at his words. She was quite content with how she handled situations like this, a reservation developed by one who had been helping her control her chaotic manners since a child. One that she trusted fully, no doubt ever lingered between them. "I will not rule it out." She would observe the way the other would conduct and see if any part of it appealed to her.

Alecto did her best to remain rooted in her spot, deadly eyes fixated on the werewolf degrading her presence, a spell lingering on the tip of her tongue to throw in his direction.

"Such a shame." He glanced her over, a wicked smirk on his face, a twinkle in his eyes that unsettled her. It was like he knew something she didn't. "Pleasure to met ya Alecto." He winked, turning his attention to Rodolphus. "We can discuss business in side." He turned to walk back the way he came, the two others following behind him.

"I will murder him if he speaks like that to me again." She mumbles low enough that only he would only hear, nor would she care if he did. Her head shakes, taking a deep breath before she follows after them.