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life continues. we still have the capacity to do good, important work. that matters
did Cytherea even knew how to crochet
or she was doing whatever with that yarn on the veranda and Gideon barely ever saw crocheting in her life before
reverend daughter gideon and harrow nova are rotting my brain (happy late halloween!)
bonus under cut
Alecto! Alecto! Alecto!
have some silly griddlehark drawings while i work on bigger stuff
close-ups under cut:
One night this little fantasy pops into her mind while falling asleep and she hasn't been able to shake it off since. She'd also rather jump off a cliff before she confesses this to anyone.
I finally read the book.
Work's been busy (good thing) so I haven't been able to draw much. Here's Anastasia
Gideon! You really liked my Harrow design so here you have her cavalier with impractical belts and trying her best to play the part.
Also, if you're asking yourself about the random color variation... I just like to imagine some of the artificial light in Drearburh is black light and their paint glows. I think it's neat, you can see Harrow's here!
Lyctorhood’s price
Coronabeth Tridentarius in this:
(Dianne DeWitt, Jean-Louis Scherrer Spring/Summer, 1988 Haute Couture)
bury me in an unmarked grave
(aka gideon dealing with rejection aka me thinking about the fact that gideon's ultimate act of love is the ultimate act of betrayal for harrow)
details under cut!
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!)
Griddlehark isn't enemies to lovers. It's "crabs fighting to keep each other in a bucket" to "crabs sacrificing themselves to help each other out of the bucket"
Ianthe Tridentarius the woman that you are.
Thinking about how Abigail Pent sent the children’s spirits out into the River to keep them safe and how Issac and Jeannemary cried and screamed when she died and how awful that second goodbye must have been; how they must have begged her to stay, just a little longer, like children always do when they don’t want to leave; and how Abigail and Magnus had to order their spirits on anyway, like parents sending their children to the countryside to keep them safe from war, and how Abigail put a fork through my heart when she said, “I don’t think I can bear sending them out again–”
undone without you
