"We do bones, motherfucker."
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“If I forget you, let my right hand be forgotten. Add more also, aught but death part me and thee.
Griddle.”
Harrowhark Nonagesimus, the Ninth Saint to serve the King Undying. Hand of the Emperor. Reverend Daughter. Penumbral Lady. Gloom Mistress. Night boss. Bone freak. Harrow.
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“You prepared to die with the Locked Tomb on your lips but your idiot dying mouth rounded out three totally different syllables, and they were syllables you did not even understand.”
—Harrow the Ninth Prologue
ehh??? EHHH?????
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𝕳𝖆𝖗𝖗𝖔𝖜𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖐 𝕹𝖔𝖓𝖆𝖌𝖊𝖘𝖎𝖒𝖚𝖘
Guess who is currently reading Nona the ninth and it's going crazy 🙌🏼👋🏻🤣😩
Inspired by the wonderful cosplay of @itsginnydi on Instagram.
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A trope i am absolutely here for
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Imagine griddlehark reunion and upon seeing each other they’re like 😦 and then they just start FIGHTING LIKE CRAZY FRENZY FRANTIC FREAK FIGHT
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Gideon and Harrow for Halloween!
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we do BONES, motherfucker 🖤
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"We do bones, motherfucker."
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Dulcie has a medical crisis. Her partners and friends process a lot of feelings about it.
I see the night but I'm lost outside of you, part 5.
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“You remembered that you had far preferred the strong sad hands of Mortis to being sat next to your great aunts and given a stinging piece of peppermint candy to suck. As though you ever needed to be kept quiet. It had been the last assumption of immaturity you would ever enjoy. You had been three years old.”
shoutout to all my eldest daughters and only children raised by older parents who felt this one like a punch to the gut
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