hello guys it’s me miss consistent art style!!! wrestling AU????? sorry i am smashing my 2 current interests together as ya do, gideons trying to be a cool pro wrestler and harrow is her manager
my initial idea for furry jod was that he would be a wolf in sheep’s clothing. one because omg lamb of god im connecting the dots fr, but also i wanted to capture that vulnerability(? helplessness? or thats how it felt to me safajka) jod had during most of htn and have him transform into this terrifying creature. but jod being a wolf didnt really vibe with me? felt jod wasnt feral enough and the wolf didnt feel scary enough.
i was scrolling through old ref when i found wendigo art and it just clicked for me, he could be a deer!!! still captures that sense of vulnerability and the transformation isnt so drastic + still rlly scary! did one google search abt deer and it just made even more sense🤷
harrow the ninth is really like. what if orpheus didn’t turn around. what if he wasn’t going to turn around. what if he kept his face pointed resolutely ahead and trusted that she was there even not knowing what he was hoping for. what if orpheus had to be cajoled and threatened and eventually forced to turn around. what if eurydice hadn’t been told the rules and also had a crippling fear of abandonment and spent the whole time pleading with him to look at her. what if orpheus trusted that she would follow him but eurydice couldn’t trust that he would care. what if orpheus was told point-blank that eurydice was almost certainly not actually behind him and he chose to keep walking anyway. what if eurydice touched sunlight again and orpheus wasn’t there. what then.
LOVINGGG your tlt furry hcs!!! You said Wake would be a tiger in your tags I am curious who would u think Pyrrha be
UEUEUEUEU READING ABT HER ARMS MADE ME IMMEDIATELY GO. PITBULL. prob cus its ingrained in my head theyre the ultimate guard dog BUT i do know they’re down right sweethearts and like can u imagine a big pittie braiding a lil cat’s hair? personally im jumping off a cliff
Kiriona misses the Ninth House like a neglected child misses their parents
All i’m saying it’s that maybe, just maybe, Kiriona has face paint somewhere in her rooms. And sometimes - it’s just the muscular memory, she tells herself - she does the Ninth’s face paint, bites her cheeks’ interior as she paints them hollow with black, so the colour’s uniform. The white it’s tricky, easy to smudge, as Harrow used to say. And she ends the face paint. It’s not perfect, in fact it’s pretty wanky, but it looks similars to Agliamede’s.
This is all she ever wanted, she reminds herself, this is her dream life, not the Ninth, with their dying nuns and their Reverent Daughter and dead bodies.
“ "Why did you ascend to be a Lyctor?” “Ultimate power– and posters of my face.” Fair. “
-Harrow The Ninth by Tamsyn Muir ⸻ Ianthe Tridentarius Ianthe the First, Prince Ianthe Naberius; Lyctor, Eighth Saint to serve the King Undying, Tall Hot Glass of Skank. A girl who’d tell you she’s gotten everything she ever wanted—and you’d almost believe her.
I thought of drawing her propaganda poster as a closer likeness, but decided it was funnier if it was obviously retouched to look more healthy and saintly.
(process pics from sketch to final artwork available to see on patreon! This one had a longer journey than some of my other illustrations.)
thinking about harrow nova… thinking about her all the time. the war crime that wasn’t even worth it. the proof that her parents didn’t love her for anything but the power nurtured in her the remnant of what they did. there is no reliable source of sympathy from anyone except for crux, who loves her as a traditionalist loves anything, and maybe ortus; but then that can’t be reliable, either. ortus can only be sympathetic in ways that aren’t enough. she doesn’t even call her parents hers; ortus calls them the reverend instead of her parents seemingly at her behest. the Daughter (read: gideon) intervened when harrow lay bleeding over an altar whipped half to death, and she’s been holding it over harrow ever since. what a miserable life she must have had. what a miserable life to imagine: harrowhark nonagesimus still considered it preferable to her own.
I have new colors in my palette, new brushes, better knowledge of stuff. Looking at my old art is always extremely painful. But I’m learning to embrace it rather than cringe and automatically delete everything.
I dont want to read about griddlehark fucking, i want harrow to sit down quietly next to gideon after it’s all over and rest her head on her shoulder, i want them to share the quiet after the storm even if they don’t know how to brave calm waters, i want harrow to make gideon soup, and even though it still sucks, gideon would still empty her bowl
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