happy pride to girls who didn’t know that women could be nice to you, inscrutable polycules, straight people in forbidden marriages, body snatchers who kiss their own reflections, poets obsessed with long-dead warriors, predatory cougars, lesbians who are in fact the problem, and girls who are in love with a corpse
Tamsyn Muir reading a short excerpt from Alecto the Ninth.
“Alecto the Ninth, Act 1, Harrow in Hell, Chapter 1
At a point in the slit she was carving through life, Harrowhark Nonagesimus woke to find herself lost in a dark room. She had been walking when it’d all gone black. Any path ahead or behind was blotted out. Now she was here.
A sword was laid upon her from shoulder to hip. Her feet were bare. Upon her chest, straddling the sword, there was an open magazine. The first she saw upon opening her eyes, was a pair of tits.
And I bet you can’t wait to find out what happens next.”
love the way gideon describes harrowhark in gtn. ‘shes the WORST her heart is full of thorns she wants to see me SUFFER and DIE she feeds off PAIN’ but also shes an evil stick with a tiny pointy face shes like half my size weakass lil bitch. it just reads like
I just repented from my sins so well, so movingly, that, not only am I now going to heaven, but some other random guy is getting sent to Hell just for seeming inadequately pious in comparison
if i died and came back i would be so annoying about it. i would use my second chance at life to never let it die and make it a problem for everyone. resurrecting me would be the worst possible mistake you could make, not because i’d come back wrong and evil, but because i’d come back with even more ways to be annoying than before.
