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september
October 01, 2021
Things I enjoyed in the month of September:
Patricia Briggs', Dead Heat:
"Most people carry a monster within. Not just werewolves or fae, most people. That monster has nothing to do with our wolf except that the wolf makes it more dangerous. It's a monster born of our own selfish desires and the wounds that life leaves on all of us. Whether those lives are a couple of decades or a couple of centuries long, living means that we get hurt, and some of those wounds don't heal or they don't heal completely."
Omega werewolves in Patricia Briggs' shifter lore are incredibly special.
Under no primordial impulse to submit to their Alpha, they make their own choices unlike the rest of the pack, and their natural ability to soothe werewolves at will is a most coveted aspect of their being.
Anna, in action and character, radiates the quintessential Omega.
Calm, thoughtful, methodical, emotionally intelligent, kind.
She's a person you want to be around, supernatural sedative powers or not.
Charles says it numerous times throughout the book:
People did things for Anna. It wasn't like when his father ordered people, and they just did what he told them to do before they had a chance to think about it. People wanted to do what Anna asked them to do.
And somehow, Briggs manages to infuse this measured calmness into the way she writes not only her protagonists but in the overall tone of the story; this story in particular.
Urban Fantasy is no stranger to longwinded bouts of supernatural exposition betwixt (yes, betwixt) scenes of magical carnage, but not many of them are as unruffled as the Alpha & Omega series.
In Dead Heat, the Cornicks are going on a trip, a little horse-buying holiday and to visit an old friend.
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You can guess what happens next.
I love when characters go on holiday in Urban Fantasy.
No matter the circumstances, they always end up in dangerous beyond belief situations.
Dead Heat is no exception.
What starts as a reunion with an old friend of Charles' and an opportunity to purchase his mate a new horse, turns into Fae-induced bedlam.
Missing children, broken fairy vows, the patterned, artful killings of a serial killer.
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Basically a Tuesday for Brigg's Montanan shifters.
But as I mentioned before, said shifters might be in immortal peril but they're incredibly relaxed about it.
It's to be expected with the way Anna is, her calming presence on not just other shifters but people in general, but it can also be attributed to Charles.
I have many kryptonites, and a strong, protective, gentle, emotionally guarded man of few but important words is one of them.
I don't know about anyone else reading the series but I instantly felt absurdly protective of Charles Cornick.
Being the enforcer for his father's pack and essentially having to do the dirty work to keep them safe, the toll on his emotional and psychological wellbeing is present and worrying.
So many deaths, so many hard choices, and all carried by one man who can't even express his emotions because to unleash them would be his undoing.
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Yeah, I pretty much wanted to give him a hug the moment he appeared and it only worsened when he met Anna, because all a sudden, this big, imposing man who believed he'd be alone forever was a puddle for a feisty wolf who not only isn't scared of him but sees all that he is, unthinkable deeds and all.
He felt Brother Wolf's joy in his mate's fierceness. He would never take the gift of her presence in his life for granted. He'd been alone so long, so certain that there would be no one for him. He scared even other werewolves. And a part of him―of Charles, not Brother Wolf―hadn't wanted to find anyone. He'd understood that caring for another person the way he cared for Anna would leave him vulnerable. His father's hatchet man could not afford any weaknesses. And one day, there she was, his Anna: strong and funny despite the harm that had been done to her. She had tamed Brother Wolf first, but before he'd been in her presence ten minutes, he'd known that she would be his. That he needed her to be his.
"You're growling," she said, her voice drowsy. "What are you thinking?"
"That I love you," he said. "That I am grateful every day that you decided to let me keep you."
She hmmed and rolled over on top of him with hard-won confidence. "Good," she said. "Gratitude is good. Love is better." She paused, her mouth almost touching his. "I love you, too."
He told her, "The day I met you was the first day I ever felt joy."
She drew in a surprised breath. "Me, too," she said, her truth making his eyes burn. "Me, too." Then her lips traveled the few millimeters that lay between them.
She loves him fully and completely, but he still sees himself as an executioner, too frightening to be loved.
We all know it's bullshit but I think Charles needed this story to put a spotlight on exactly how Anna sees him and, more specifically, how others see him.
Executioner might be his job description but protector is who he really is.
When she hung up, she looked at Charles, who was toweling off his hair; he'd heard most of the call. "We get to go and make people talk."
"Sounds good," he said. "I'll try not to scare some poor kid so badly he can't talk for a year. You try not to get attacked by some fae who doesn't understand how dangerous you are because you look so soft and sweet."
She thought about her reply for a moment because his voice was just a little too neutral.
"Nah," she said casually, answering him as if she thought her reply didn't matter. "You scare adults pretty good―you've got that 'I could kill you with my little finger' thing going for you. But the kids or adults who are hurt . . . you are safe and they know it. Doesn't mean they aren't shy with you, but they know they're safe." She'd known it.
Sure he'd scared her when she first met him―she wasn't stupid. He was big and she knew all about how even between werewolves, big counts. But her instincts had told her that this one, this one would stand between her and anyone who would hurt her. That aura of guardianship―that was what made her mate such a powerful Alpha.
Charles just stared at her.
"You know that, right?" she said. "Most people stay out of your way, but the defenseless ones, the hurt ones, they just sort of gradually slide into your shadows. Not where you'll notice them too much―but you keep the bad things away."
He still didn't say anything. She buttoned her jeans and then took the two steps to press against him. "We know," she whispered to him. "We who have been hurt, we know what evil looks like. We know you make us safe."
He didn't say anything, but his arms came around her and she knew that she had told him something he didn't know―and that it mattered.
In the opening lines of the story we're thrust into a discussion between Charles and Anna over the prospect of having children.
Anna wants them, Charles wants them but he's afraid.
Afraid they'll become targets, afraid he's too cold, afraid they might be born mortal and he'll lose yet more people, like the friend they're visiting, to time and age, which is something Charles experiences at a significantly slowed rate than the rest of humanity.
They're valid concerns, they matter and should be discussed but the overall feeling coming from him, what's holding him back, is that of loss and how much it hurts.
At that moment something clicked, and she understood his reluctance to have children of his own. She'd noticed it herself, hadn't she? That the people he cared about he could count on the fingers of one hand: herself, Bran, Samuel, probably Mercy. This trip had allowed her to add one more person to that life: Joseph. Five people, because he could not keep any more than that safe. And Joseph was dying.
Oh, Charles.
That, and the fact that he believes he's too scary to be a father, when really, people can sense he'll put himself between them and an attack without even considering it.
He protects people, he keeps them safe, he's a fucking hero.
Amethyst had grabbed onto him, he thought. Grabbed on with both hands, and held on because she had known he'd keep her safe. She wanted to be okay, and that was a good thing.
"She'll survive, Anna. He won't win―we have him now. Let the human justice system do what it can. When he leaves it, I'll hunt him unto the ends of the earth if I have to." Cliché words―and they sounded hollow to him, though he absolutely meant them.
Absurdly, they seemed to be what Anna needed. She took a deep breath and said, "Yes. Yes. That. How fortunate for the world that you are in it." She pulled back, wiped her eyes, gave him a smile.
He didn't know what she meant. He was a killer with bloodstained hands. He was necessary, though. Maybe that was what she meant.
"Part of the solution," she said. "My dad always told us to be part of the solution, not part of the problem. You are always part of the solution."
"Solution to what?"
"Anything. Everything. Me." Her smile brightened and then died. Her voice was dead serious when she spoke again. "There is evil in the world, Charles. I know I'm not telling you anything that you don't know. But those people out there?" She swept a hand out toward the bustling rush-hour traffic on the road running past the parking lot where they stood. "Those people have no idea. And the reason they have no idea is because you are around to keep them safe. You and Bran and Leslie―and Leeds and Marsden, too. But mostly you. Where you are, there hope is also. The hope that good is strong enough to prevail."
And that's never more apparent than in this story.
We've faced down all manner of things in the series so far, Fae included, but it's never involved children before.
What is it with the Fae and children?
It's so fucking creepy.
(See: Seanan McGuire's, An Artificial Light, Peadar Ó Guilìn's, The Call)
Is it because they're immortal and will never be children again? Or just plain old perversion?
Who knows, and if they're real, I'm not bloody asking! Jesus fucking christ, the Fae are terrifying. No stepping into fairy rings for this girl. Nope, nope nope.
But will I continue to read countless stories about them?
The creepier the Fae the better in my opinion.
(Says the human who spent most of her childhood cowering under blankets from Skeksis and goblins and rotoscoped Nazgûl)
And Briggs really knows how to write a shit-scarer.
Green mottled skin crawled up her body―his body, demonstratively, for he wore no clothes. Limbs elongated and, as if someone had put a hook in the back of his neck, his body jerked upward, unfolding into a form that was seven or eight feet tall.
He stood upright like a gorilla stands upright, with his knuckles dragging the ground. He twisted the upper part of his body until he could look at Charles, his face now covered with knobbly green skin and populated with tiny red eyes and a mouth that opened like a leech's, complete with narrow, long, sharp teeth and a yellow-and-red-spotted tongue.
And Charles was helpless.
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And the deeds they do:
In the center of the room was a child's princess bed, a four-poster painted white and trimmed in gold leaf―Louis XIV style, Anna thought, or maybe Louis XV1. Gauzy white fabric was artfully tangled around like―she remembered Ms. Jamison―a fashion shoot of some sort. Pale pink, dried rose petals littered the fabric, the bed, the floor around the bed, and the little girl who lay like Sleeping Beauty in a gown of pale pink silk. Her skin was milk white and she was not breathing.
Charles climbed up beside Anna and then called down, "No. Stay down. This is a crime scene and there's not enough room up here. If you come up, too, we'll compromise the scene."
"What do you have up there?" asked Leslie. "I'll call it in."
"Multiple homicides," said Charles, his voice steady, but his horror bled into and blended with Anna's own. "I count twenty bodies, at least. All of them children. Most of them have been here awhile. At a guess, the murders took place before the fae came out and the Gray Lords put a stop to our Doll Collector's habits."
Bodies were stacked like cordwood against the three foot wall between the floor and the ceiling along the edge of the room. Old bodies with skin like parchment and hair stiff and dry.
They looked more like the doll Anna's mother had made her out of nylons, stuffed and stitched, than the remnants of people, of children. Anna's nose told her the truth that her eyes wanted to deny. Some of the children were dressed in gowns like Amethyst's, satin gleaming through layers of dust. Others wore dark suits. It looked as if they were all dressed for a wedding.
Anna thought that from now on, whenever the air was warm and still and smelled like leather and dead things, she would remember these children. She pressed against Charles, and his hand touched the top of her head to comfort them both.
It's a no brainer that Anna and Charles will defeat this Unseelie monster but it isn't really about defeating this one particular Fae.
It's a declaration of war.
The vilest of the Tuatha Dé Danann are purposefully slipping through the cracks of their self-imposed exile, with orders to do their worst, to let the other monsters out in the world know they will return, they are stronger, they can destroy them, and they will have their obedience.
Charles leaned on her and dug his jaws and his claws into her flesh, He ripped, holding her body down with his paws while he jerked back his head.
She screamed, the noise starting as low as a big cat's growl and then reaching a pitch that was a weapon in and of itself. High-pitched and sharp, sound traveled painfully from his ears right down his spine. He released the torn meat and bit down again―or he meant to. His jaws didn't work. When she rolled, he fell off her as limp . . . as limp and unmoving as Mack and Amethyst before him.
His first reaction was disbelief. Never had his body failed him before, not like this. His magic―wolf, witch, and shaman―had never left him defenseless. Charles felt a breath of panic that was knocked aside by the storm of Brother Wolf's frenzied rage.
It's frightening to know that even someone like Charles, a witch-born werewolf with abilities even beyond his father, can be laid waste by a Fae.
To know there's a chance the threat all supernatural creatures are under could truly be their undoing.
That they could lose.
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Clearly, that's not going to happen because there wouldn't really be a series that way, but Dead Heat is a clear first move from the enemy.
Which is why, surprisingly, figuring out who the villain was almost straight away wasn't a big deal for me.
Normally I suck at figuring it out, it'll take the big reveal for things to finally fall into place, but not with this one, this time it was obvious.
Purposefully obvious, perhaps?
It's so brazenly conspicuous - Patricia Briggs literally spells it out for us - that I can't help but think she did it on purpose.
To show us that her shifters aren't infallible, they make mistakes and they can be fooled.
She's letting us know to not be off our guard.
That the Fae are coming.
And it will be horrifying.
His glamour fell away, the illusion that truly represented the lord he had once been. But as his magic had twisted and fouled, so had his true form twisted and fouled over the years. He waited for her to recoil; he was not good to look upon, but she smiled. "I have a gift for you. A gift and a task."
"What task is that?" he asked warily.
"Don't worry," she said, putting her right hand on the side of his neck. "You'll enjoy the job, I promise."
And his magic came back to him, flooding his body like the heat of the dead. He screamed, dropped to the floor, and writhed as the beautiful agony enveloped him.
She bent down and whispered in his ear, "But there are rules."
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I think I got the message, and honestly?
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#potofu pic.twitter.com/4GaS9lqXvD
— すり餌 (@Wakame090517) August 16, 2021
Snakes IRL?
Snakes in art?
And with lineart like this?
— nylso (@nylso3) August 29, 2021
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Like this:
— yogin幺菁 (@yoginnnnnn) August 22, 2021
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Everyone did so weeeeellllllllllllll.
At least, as it's been five years? since I read the series and I've forgotten a whole bunch of important information, everyone seemed to do really well?
Fuck it, who cares, I remembered pretty much everything I needed to and what got lost in the gaping canyon I call a memory bank clearly wasn't missed.
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Or I was just happily distracted by how they nailed the aesthetic of everything - not gonna lie, this is essentially how I pictured everything when I was reading the book, and the phenomenal casting.
Ben Barnes as The Darkling? There are no words.
Kit Young as Jesper? Help, I've been shot by the adorable puppy feels and I can't get up.
(He exceeded all my Jesper expectations. He's truly the best thing in the show and I loved so much about it)
Danielle Galligan as Nina? I was worried, truly worried, but she nailed it. Crushed it. Bloody annihilated it like a stack of blessed waffles.
Not to mention, Luke Pasquilino as David (he was unexpectedly delightful), Calahan Skogman's Matthias (my lovely, Fjerdan idiot; this is gonna hurt twice as bad), Zoë Wanamaker as Baghra (the scowlllll), and Amita Suman as Inej (uh, hello knife wife incarnate, it's lovely to meet your tiny, soft self).
Even the not so perfect casting was near enough to what I envisioned that it didn't bother me too much that they weren't entirely spot on:
Genya. Alina. Kaz. Zoya. Mal.
I can't wait to see the hell Genya and Zoya go through... in an affectionate way, of course. I love my fierce, feral, fearless Grisha.
And I totally loved this show.
An unexpected triumphant adaptation.
And now I'm desperate for season two so I can get my hands on Nikolai Lantsov:
And continue to pine horribly for Wylan Van Eck.
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I'm going to need one emotional support goat, please.
Fanart:
Post shipwreck flashback: Matthias is going to have some explaining to do when he wakes up (I'm weak for scenes involving characters asleep in each other's arms!) #sixofcrows #ninazenik #matthiashelvar #grishaverse #leighbardugo #sixofcrowsfanart pic.twitter.com/iXvcX0c7iw
— E.K. Belsher (@ekbelsher) August 17, 2021
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우산을 펴 숨을 새 없이,
— 제딧/9Jedit (@9Jedit) July 27, 2021
여름날의 소나기처럼 스며든 마음. pic.twitter.com/oucCisc1rY
🌙손가락 틈새로 빠져나가는
— 제딧/9Jedit (@9Jedit) August 4, 2021
실타래 같은 나날들을 가만 바라보며. pic.twitter.com/bzqaYNVS3W
🌙나의 모든 밤은 너에게로 흐르고 있어. pic.twitter.com/7v2YOk1R8Q
— 제딧/9Jedit (@9Jedit) August 23, 2021
나의 모든 하루는 네게 보내고 싶었던 편지였다. pic.twitter.com/CxJO4huVtG
— 제딧/9Jedit (@9Jedit) July 9, 2021
✉️서른 두번째 하늘 pic.twitter.com/tbvQCUudGP
— 제딧/9Jedit (@9Jedit) May 28, 2021
✉️서른 한번째 하늘 pic.twitter.com/s05gDZxGsB
— 제딧/9Jedit (@9Jedit) May 27, 2021
✉️스물 아홉번째 하늘 pic.twitter.com/rD6mnBlavA
— 제딧/9Jedit (@9Jedit) May 25, 2021
🌟이제 곧, 거의 다 왔어요. 손에 잡힐 정도로.
— 제딧/9Jedit (@9Jedit) December 2, 2020
그대로 걸어가기만 하면 될 만큼. pic.twitter.com/vvbJg60xo3
🌊밀려오는 후회에 삼켜지지 않으려면 계속해서 걷는 방법밖에 없었다.
— 제딧/9Jedit (@9Jedit) November 30, 2020
발자국은 파도에 묻혀 이내 사라졌다. 마치 아무 일 없었다는 듯이. pic.twitter.com/UlpnlEdRWt
기억의 조각을 하나씩 끼워 맞추며
— 제딧/9Jedit (@9Jedit) November 23, 2020
나의 새벽은 이토록 깊이 잠겨가고 pic.twitter.com/WcQ4Iff2eQ
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Saira Vargas' GoT series:
These've convinced me it's finally time to finish this bitch of a show once and for all.
Prepare for the rage.
It's going to be so fucking beautiful.
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This Way Up season two:
I don't know if I'll never not be in love with Aisling Bea and Sharon Horgan.
How are they not actually sisters?
Because as one with sisters, the nutbag chemistry is...
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Cameron Stalheim's, Merman:
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I don't know, just watch it, okay?
Sandra Oh's a fucking marvel and it was hilarious, and watching all the creaky academics freak out on Twitter over how this isn't how we behave! We're professionals!
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Adorable.
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Birthday cookies:
Specifically, Sarah Kieffer's Chocolate Chip Cookies, which you can find the recipe for in her book, 100 Cookies.
(At least, I think it was these; I just came for the post-birthday sugar high)
Much thanks to the sibling for giving in to my cookie cravings and baking me these beauties.
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— Roma Gewska (@gewska) August 26, 2021
I'm sorry, this is soft and lovely and the grain is making me feel things, but I'm distracted by her armpit hair.
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MORE ART WITH HAIRY HUMANS, PLEASE.
Let's normalise this shit, already.
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Lennnie, songs to send to someone you love:
Listened to this for an hour and that yeet myself into the sun feeling disappeared for a while.
Lennnie's pure, blobful magic.
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here come the boy pic.twitter.com/DJ7GR1yBrj
— shar •̀.̫•́✧ (@_yapsharlene) August 27, 2021
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永遠に美しく… Death Becomes Her (1992) pic.twitter.com/RXMUSEIc5u
— 川村ナヲコ (@nawowow) August 26, 2021
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Iconic.
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This One's Too Large, This One's Too Small: Is There a Perfect Shape for books? by Molly Templeton for Tor:
Yet another interesting article from Tor on the intricacies of being a reader.
My preferences?
→ Mass Market Paperback for general, all-round reading but especially Urban Fantasy
(I have creepy child hands and MMPs fit perfectly in them)
→ A Hardcover copy of any book that's scampered off with a piece of my shrivelled heart, especially if it comes in exclusive form with swoon-worthy details
(The more gold-leaf the better, and throw in some embossing, sprayed edges, flocking, and fan-made art for end-pages, if you please)
→ The Folio Society for something really special
(I still swoon over my copy of Beloved)
→ Hardcover for newly released books my impatient ass can't wait the few months it'll take for the Trade Paperback to be released
(I'd really prefer the paperback but if I'm desperate to read it, I'll make an exception)
→ Trade Paperback for everything else
(Although, I wish as much attention to detail was put on them as it is on Hardbacks)
But really?
As much as I love the comfort of an MMP, the consistency of a TP, and the beauty of a HC, I'll take it in any form it comes.
I just want the story.
It's the most important part.
But that doesn't mean I won't stop building my fort.
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Esther aka. disasterzoo:
The stylised cloud formations.
The severed arm.
Those corn/wheat/something-or-other stalks.
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Argh, I wanna touch it and all of its Angela Carter-y goodness.
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Oh.
HELLO.
Del Toro + creepy carnival =
The question is... will there be monster fucking in this one?
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DREAMER'S JOURNEY / series exported 32bitcolors ;) pic.twitter.com/hF2agKHgmy
— Amir Zand (@amirzandartist) August 31, 2021
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Tamsyn Muir's, Gideon the Ninth:
Okay, deep breath everyone... it's fanart time:
Vanilla aka. vanilla.phantoms
necromancin dancin pic.twitter.com/0KE2b0TuyS
— 💀маsнё👩🚀*Harrow the Ninth spoilers* (@Marceline2174) June 27, 2021
“Death first to vultures and scavengers!”
— Umbral potato Ash (@BS_artsss) January 24, 2021
Gideon was meant to have her rapier out but i forget, oh well. #GideonTheNinth pic.twitter.com/7QyyW0iJgK
All three space disaster lesbians together👌 pic.twitter.com/NiQ54amguK
— Umbral potato Ash (@BS_artsss) April 24, 2021
gideon the ninth pic.twitter.com/xY17dMyzmm
— erin (@painacotta) September 15, 2021
Alex Sipleold rivals (#tlt #gideontheninth) pic.twitter.com/Iitf7Sxs02
— alex siple 🏳️🌈 (@alexcsiple) September 18, 2021
❤️
— Nocturne (@SereneNocturne) September 17, 2021
Inspired by https://t.co/cPlHbL6QfY by @jademaomi #GideonTheNinth #TheLockedTomb pic.twitter.com/KzDIsgLlzq
Gideon the Ninth but as a pulp fiction cover pic.twitter.com/5jsVN50pe6
— tess (@space_swords) September 17, 2021
u know what??
— JarofalivesArt⁷ (@JarofalivesA) September 14, 2021
i was dissapointed with full picture and didn't want to post it, but that is a shit attitude!!
LETS DO IT ANYWAY!! pic.twitter.com/q4G0WTxffp
#HarrowtheNinth pic.twitter.com/46U2436okU
— Helen Mask (@MaskHelen) August 12, 2021
Nine for the Tomb, and all that was lost.#TheLockedTomb #conceptart #illustration pic.twitter.com/wYkKf8pj4j
— ellie 🌿 (@ellieight_) June 15, 2021
It's Gideon Nav Tattoo Time.#GideonTheNinth #TheLockedTomb pic.twitter.com/ewDOnxqTeS
— ellie 🌿 (@ellieight_) May 22, 2021
[gtn spoilers] gotta draw the scene everyone else has drawn :) pic.twitter.com/zmaNSp1TkY
— vero (@verororoni) April 19, 2021
im obsessed #GideonTheNinth #HarrowTheNinth pic.twitter.com/Gh0oQLxD5r
— vero (@verororoni) April 14, 2021
cleaned up a griddlehark doodle #TheLockedTomb #gideontheninth pic.twitter.com/pt087xENR4
— kmbrlei (@raveninblue) April 27, 2021
i did some silly griddlehark doodles to cope after reading #GideonTheNinth pic.twitter.com/LO9PksOPrZ
— pilpo 🌈 (@pilpopilpo) August 30, 2020
there we go spontaneous harrow the ninth cat au time pic.twitter.com/KttxxGBbgs
— pilpo 🌈 (@pilpopilpo) August 31, 2021
evil baby pic.twitter.com/GlJyiDDPxH
— pilpo 🌈 (@pilpopilpo) August 7, 2021
the ninth house version of playing tag probably pic.twitter.com/qpoXBrpxWS
— pilpo 🌈 (@pilpopilpo) April 18, 2021
gideon and the teens playing with swords and necromantic fire. like friends do 🥺 pic.twitter.com/UDHUSUA399
— pilpo 🌈 (@pilpopilpo) October 17, 2020
you are something else with that sword! pic.twitter.com/wfGjvng8Sn
— pilpo 🌈 (@pilpopilpo) September 10, 2021
petition for me to do the #tlt graphic novels please // my sanity is hanging by a very thin thread these days and the thread is just the comfort of drawing #gideontheninth fanart #harrowtheninth #gideonnav #thelockedtomb #griddlehark pic.twitter.com/GHR66iwBha
— Simina Popescu (@siminascribbles) July 24, 2021
Melted steel. Mingled blood. Harrowhark-and-Gideon, Gideon-and-Harrowhark at last. #GideonTheNinth pic.twitter.com/224wlj2xzP
— Tayden 🌿 hiatus (@Yuufaia) October 14, 2020
Half way though Gideon the Ninth and Harrow is a mood#Gideontheninth #Harrowtheninth pic.twitter.com/eq1nG8RzS5
— cupa🏳️⚧️ (@cupadoodles) August 23, 2021
book 1 chapter 1 pic.twitter.com/1OUKjVjImm
— 💀 🎀 cluniies 🎀 💀 (@cluniies) August 18, 2021
House Party #TheLockedTomb #modernAU pic.twitter.com/VxqLzCtbW3
— al 🪗 (@catpotion) August 23, 2021
Soups to aggressively blow ur besties' minds with #HarrowTheNinth pic.twitter.com/HJByllQGvq
— Apsa (@appsara_pencil) July 2, 2021
Coronabeth Tridentarius is equally rancid, but in an ethereal way pic.twitter.com/SpR9DIfI4A
— Mells Bells (@mellvetica) September 28, 2021
Miss Camilla? Miss Camilla Hect?? Ooooo miss Hect!#thelockedtomb #HarrowtheNinth #GideonTheNinth pic.twitter.com/uoN11E1wjZ
— Mells Bells (@mellvetica) September 28, 2021
I’ve never seen such a sad little goblin in all my life and I adore her with my whole heart.. sweet Harrowhark #HarrowtheNinth pic.twitter.com/slhVSJsL0s
— Mells Bells (@mellvetica) September 28, 2021
Ianthe Tridentarius and her rancid ass vibes. Blows her a kiss… pic.twitter.com/MXL4M400Gz
— Mells Bells (@mellvetica) September 28, 2021
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Sex Education season three:
Idiots. All of them. And I couldn't be more obsessed with them.
Finally a show that deals with all aspects of sexuality, and has conversations about it, and doesn't shame anybody, and can have a laugh about it all in a quintessentially British way without being an obnoxious bellend about it!
Oh, and look, actual character development that took a dislikable character and made him MY ABSOLUTE FAVOURITE OF ALL TIME.
Adam Groff, the puppy we all deserve.
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I hope you don't mind, I just had to make him, he is just so so cute. I hope we find more out about this little fella pic.twitter.com/7eswLYEyYo
— NickNacks (@VixNickNacks) September 5, 2021
Bartok, anyone?
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Did I like this or was I just blinded by the technicolor of it all?
To be fair, that's often my question with musicals.
I want to watch it again.
I'm taking that as a good sign.
Season two?
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this summer i read the secret history and i cant stop thinking about the evil greek preps who are gay so i had to draw them 📖🖋️ pic.twitter.com/vDZZEgIRc8
— sara 🐌 looking for work! (@nucheki) September 6, 2021
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I've fallen in love with two artists and their style:
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Kristen Callihan's, Entwined:
He big.
She little.
Me puddle.
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Heather Chelan aka. hebontheweb:
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Victoria Evans and the ladies:
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Just a couple of angels:
Painters are allowed to swoon over their own pieces for a little bit every now and then, aren’t they :’) pic.twitter.com/U1bizqLlwn
— Elizabeth Wakou (@elizamaru_) January 16, 2021
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Chai aka. proyearner increasingly losing their shit over Summer Sons:
andrew blur: no homo
— chai ♡ (@proyearner) September 10, 2021
me, highlighting decidedly homo passages from the book & typing “gay” for good measure: your honor, he’s clearly full of shit pic.twitter.com/0srzBRDOKk
Yeah, there's no way I'm not reading this.
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(Pissed off noir "damsel" should be an everybody choice)
(I want this shirt and those eyebrows. The end)
(Sixteen year old me is losing their shit over this)
(If a knife is available...)
(Living out my Snotgirl hair dreams in avatar form)
(Marceline?)
(Out of all the picrews I've made, this feels the most accurate. Disparaging scowl, perpetual winter wear, expletives, and all)
Send me links.
I need more.
I love this fucking website.
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