June 2024

ianthe-is-a-bitch-and-i-love-her:

Your name is Ianthe.

You have a sister. “I love you,” she says.

“I love you,” you say, and you are happy.

You have parents. “Love me,” you say.

“Your sister is so beautiful,” they say.

You are a necromancer. You have a talent, a real talent. Your sister does not.

“They won’t love me now,” she cries.

“I love you,” you say. You can be enough necromancer for both of you. You have a talent. Your parents are pleased.

“Love me?” you ask.

“Your sister is so gifted,” they say.

God summons you to be his hand. You are patient. You are diligent. You are so fucking talented. You are the first to find the way.

“Eat me”, your sister begs.

“But I love you!” you refuse.

“You don’t love me,” she cries.

There’s another girl. Quiet. Avoidant. As talented as you. She learns from your example. She finds the way.

“Eat me,” her cavalier demands.

“But I love you,” she refuses.

“Love me,” you whisper.

She tells you to shatter her mind.

You are with God. You passed His tests. You claimed His power. You did it all by yourself. “Love me,” you demand.

“Would you like some tea, Harrowhark?” he says.

She’s still with you. Her mind is broken. Her talent is spent. Her power is failing. She has destroyed herself for her love. Love me, you think.

The end approaches. Her doom is nigh. You can survive. You can save her. “Love me,” you beg.

“I could never love you,” she spits.

The end comes, and then goes. God lives by your intervention alone. His other hands are dead. He is broken. All his power is yours. The entire universe spreads out before you, ripe for the taking.

“Love me!” you scream.

“Love me,” you sob.

Love me.

Your name is Ianthe. And you are alone.

katakaluptastrophy:

Masterpost of TLT metas

This is mostly for my own reference, as tagging doesn’t seem to guarantee something being findable on Tumblr…but if you like wildly overthinking lesbian necromancers in space, enjoy!


Overthinking the Fifth House:


Overthinking John Gaius:


Overthinking the Nine Houses:


Overthinking House religion:


Overthinking Harrowhark Nonagesimus:


Bible studies for weird queer necromancers:

eunoiay:

I don’t think there’s any textual support for it (and indeed there’s plenty of evidence to the contrary), but I think it would be so hilarious if Canaan House turned out to just be, like, some office building.

pied-piper-pluto:

was trying to explain the reading experience i had with harrow the ninth and ended up making this

theriverbeyond:

tchaikovsgay:

tchaikovsgay:

had a locked tomb nightmare the other night that atn was dropped and it ended up being the entirety of gtn from babs perspective and i still havent recovered

the worst part is that the narration sounded exactly like my immortal

Hi my name Naberius Tern and I have short hair done up in pompadour and I’m from the Third House (that’s how I got my name). I have blue and brown eyes like river stones and I’m the cavalier primary to two necromancers, Coronabeth and Ianthe Tridentarius (AN: if u don’t know who they are get da hell out of here!). I’m not related to Mattias Nonius but I wish I was because he’s a major fucking hottie. I’m a cavalier (in case you couldn’t tell) and I wear mostly purple. I love Abercrombie and Finch and I buy all my clothes from there. For example today I was wearing a purple dueling jacket with matching knickers and also had my rapier and offhand, a trident knife dagger. I had just arrived at Canaan House. A lot of dykes stared at me. I put up my middle finger at them.