[Image ID: Digital drawing of Gideon Nav from the chest up. She holds up her two-handed sword with a smile. She wears a black sleeveless shirt and no face paint. The background is a purple gradient. End ID]
sometimes being coworkers who hate each other is one of the most profound forms of human connection. you know me well you can’t stand my shit and where does that lead us. still stuck in the same room together. still knowing me. we could kill god together.
Assorted papercraft Harrows! I love this Gloom Mistress so much. 💀
It’s always interesting to make several versions of a papercraft - I’m very picky about what papers I use, and tend to get hung up on which pattern combo will be “the best.” That works fine for one-off artworks like commissions, but when making multiple versions of a piece, I can’t do that! So I end up combining patterns I wouldn’t normally have thought of, and getting to enjoy the unique feeling of each one.
“You can’t cure this,” said the Prince. “It’s spirit shit … possession. You can ward people so they don’t get grabbed—if you’re really good—but otherwise, chop them up and burn the bits. That’s the cure. Civilian or Edenite or House, it makes no difference.”
harrow’s letter to herself in htn is so funny it’s like. hey bitch. you fucked up. no i can’t tell you why but you’re a shit lyctor because of it and you’re just gonna have to deal with that cus i’m pissed at you. if you die you’re a fucking flop. also you’re in debt to ianthe and she can make you do whatever she wants
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