So, there’s a book. It’s called Gideon the Ninth. It’s by @tazmuir. It’s a book about about lesbian necromancers in space. This book is extremely good. Look at them. Look at these goth weirdos. They’re so precious. They need your love. Read this book.
Bonus, without their signature face paint:
Big thanks to the Gideon the Ninth discord for screaming about space gays with me while I drew this. The flowers are Gladioli (sword lilies) and Chrysanthemums (funeral flowers) and I’m a big nerd who looked up flower meanings. I also had to google. bunch of pervert things like “teeth roots” so my internet history is ruined forever.
P.S. YES you can use any of my art as icons/header images. I’d appreciate a shoutout mostly so I can reap the seratonin rewards of knowing someone liked my art. 😊💕
After a moment’s consideration, Harrow stepped in too–walking off the side carelessly, slipping beneath the water like a clean black knife. She disappeared beneath the surface, then emerged, gasping, spluttering in a way that ruined everything about the portentous entrance.
This is exactly how it happened and you can’t change my mind.
