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ydteus · 23 days
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The Fifth House
Abigail Pent | Magnus Quinn
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thechekhov · 7 months
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I may have fallen a bit too deep BUT.
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The Houses.
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grntaire · 9 months
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season 3 aziraphale taking crowley’s glasses off sweet passionate kiss in the rain BAM hard cut to them making out on every surface in the bookshop like it’s a shitty 2008 teen movie
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I cannot conceive of a universe without you in it
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longearedhare · 2 months
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not gonna lie if you’re catastrophizing about some bullshit it kind of helps to imagine Abigail Pent firmly yet kindly telling you “This is NOT how it happens”
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kelly-kirstein · 1 year
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I had the best time at the Locked Tomb meetup at Holiday Matsuri. Is your favorite character in here?
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midnightcrows · 11 months
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The House of the Fifth always skinned itself over with such airs of civilization, with so many manners and niceties, but they were spirit-talkers, and speakers to the dead. And the dead were savage.
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4ndeka · 3 months
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these guys are outrageously fun to draw
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jowbokitten · 2 months
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Snake man thinks he got game lol
(yes that is a pigeon trying to court a hawk)
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ancientannoyance · 1 year
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rip to my wife abigail and her husband magnus, they were too powerful and sensible to survive the first act of gideon the ninth
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thebirdsandthebats · 2 days
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Dick in Gotham handling a hostage situation at a local university. Some villain crashed a party in the student apartments and has the whole building locked down. Dick is in there with Damian, and they finally make it to the floor where the bad guy is and they’re having this big tense stand off before the final fight…
and then one of the college students who this guy had huddled in the corner grabs a chair and just fucking clocks this guy. He hits him over the head so hard that the chair breaks and the guy COLLAPSES. Dick is like . Oh??
And then the student turns around (with a truly unhinged glint in his eye) and Dick recognizes him and realizes OH . Oh this is Tim’s boyfriend. That’s the crazy guy who recruited us to go beat up cultists with him. Yeah we didn’t even need to come he had that handled actually
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katakaluptastrophy · 5 months
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Oh no now I'm thinking about the Fourth and the Fifth again and how Jod's awful colonial space feudalism poisons everything.
You are four or five years old. Maybe you're Isaac and you never knew your dad, only that he died at enemy hands in some far flung campaign and six years later you were made to ensure an heir for the baronetcy. Or you're Jeannemary and your mother defied orders, went beyond the rim, and jumped on a grenade. If either of you have surviving parents, they're not considered sufficiently important in this great process of ensuring a suitable heir with a suitable cavalier to keep you. There is no Baron until Isaac comes of age, and the leader of a House needs to be properly trained. You are four or five years old, and you are sent away.
You're five year old Jeannemary. You're not yet sworn to your necromancer, but you've been promised to him since birth and you've been sent away from your planet and your siblings to serve him. You are your generation's Chatur and this is your purpose. And when the cavalier primary of the House you have been sent to sees a little child struggling to see over the table at a reception and props you up with a cushion, you challenge him to a duel. You don't understand why all the adults are laughing. Your honour and your necromancer are all you have left of home. Far away, at the edge of the system, Harrowhark Nonagesimus decides that puppeting her parents' corpses as her House collapses around her is a better fate than yours. At night you are tucked into bed in a room that you don't have to share with any siblings and the man who is looking after you now reads to you from a book of adventure stories and strokes your hair until you fall asleep.
You're nine year old Isaac, swearing to be one flesh, one end with your cavalier in a foreign chapel on a foreign planet. You go to school. The woman who is not quite but almost your mother is helping you to discover spirit magic far beyond the thanergy fission you would have learned at home. She is teaching you to cook and to dance. She tells you that the parts of you which back home would have been considered flaws are your greatest strengths. You have friends and playmates who will never be on the front lines, whose parents write books or engrave stele or organise the bounty of empire from ledgers and transmitter boxes. You are loved and you love, but you are beginning to understand that love comes with a cost.
You are 13 year old Jeannemary. You are back on the Fourth and after last year's bombing you are now cavalier primary. As far as you are concerned, you are grown and ready to serve god and his empire. And you have been denied twice. You don't understand why the people who love you are going to such lengths to stop you from doing what you were born to do or why they have always looked so upset when glorious news comes from home about how someone you would have grown up with, had you not been sent away, has given the ultimate service to the empire. You are cavalier primary of the Fourth House and you fear you are still being propped up on cushions.
You are Isaac Tettares and you are Baron of a planet you spent most of your childhood away from. Everyone else your age long ago shipped out with the Junior Territorials. You are the Baron of a planet but you are not in charge and you have come to understand that your father wasn't in charge either. You love the closest thing you have to parents and they love you. You miss them terribly. You resent the fact that thanks to them you will never truly lead the Fourth. There is talk of a marriage alliance when you are older. You want to be family with them. You don't entirely believe you'll live long enough to marry him when you come of age. And if you do, your half Fifth children will be another crack in what's left of the Fourth House. You miss you dad's stupid jokes and your mum's earnest discussions. You're free of their meddling. You will never be free of their meddling.
You are Jeannemary and Isaac, properly off planet and on display as scion and cavalier for the first time, offered an unimaginable chance to serve god and his empire. You crave the security of your parents. You chafe at the idea that you might be perceived as children. But for a little while you are all together again. You are planning a party. You are making friends. You will all serve the empire together. Perhaps, when you are the fingers and gestures of god, none of these differences will matter any more.
They die horribly. And later so do you. God doesn't care.
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henreyettah · 7 months
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Glass House: a Keys Out mystery
(Veil-less Harrow version under the cut)
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(I’m gonna make prints out of this but I’m not sure which version to do so if y’all have opinions please send them my way)
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field-s-of-flowers · 8 months
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I think it’s very important that Abigail Pent is a little bit strange and off-putting. Like yes, she’s the oldest non-lyctor necromancer on cast and she’s a maternal figure and she generally makes smart decisions, but also! She’s a spirit magician! She knows everything there is to know about ghosts! She makes overly intense eye contact! She got so caught up in her research she forgot her own anniversary! She’s definitely the best-adjusted compared to the other necros and yeah she looks pretty normal but as soon as she opens her mouth you’re like “oh she’s not all there is she.” I fully believe she clocked Cytherea on some level at the dinner party but she was too distracted telling her about her research to really think about it. And most importantly I think Magnus Quinn is the normalest guy you will ever meet and he loves his weird weird wife with his whole entire heart and soul
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longearedhare · 6 months
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mapping out what I think the Canaan House sleeping arrangements were like, i.e. usage of the Cav Cot™️
Second House: Judith sleeps in the bed and Marta sleeps in the cot, just like they’re supposed to, not least because it discourages Inappropriate Cav-Necro Relationships
Third House: canonically Ianthe and Corona share a bed. Naberius would probably sleep on the cot but only if the girls are feeling nice and aren’t making him sleep on the floor.
Fourth House: They do the intended sleeping arrangements until one of them has a bad dream and ends up climbing in next to the other. they also occasionally have sleepovers in Magnus and Abigail’s room.
Fifth House: this hardly needs saying but obviously they share the bed. The cot is where Abigail’s bedtime reading material lives (it is overflowing).
Sixth House: canonically Camilla and Palamedes sleep in the bed together and use the cot as weapons storage.
Seventh House: Dulcinea obviously uses/needs the bed but Protesilaus is too Large™️ for the cot so she has the skeletons bring in another bed for him.
Eighth House: EITHER they do everything as intended OR they both sleep on the floor because they hate themselves.
Ninth House: canonically we know that Harrow sleeps in the bed and Gideon sleeps on the floor because she refuses to sleep in the cot until after the pool scene. i think Harrow probably wanted her to sleep in the bed with her but was too Harrow to ask
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orangelemonart · 8 months
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some scattered illustrations for a The Locked Tomb lyricstuck I started like a year and a half ago and never finished whoopsieeeee
maybe someday. not telling you what the song is.
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