the appeal of Harrow Nova is that she is the ONLY person who could be more pathetic than my sopping wet beloved creature Harrowhark Nonagesimus. the product of a genocide that didn't even work. all of the guilt and none of the gain. disowned by the very parents who made her a war crime. she's not even cavalier primary - she's second to Ortus. on a planet with two fighting-age cavaliers total.
Gitm art dump! Some older drawings I did but never posted.
Lovely AU by @venomous-qwille , it's soo good, and the brainrots are real! You can go and read it on A03!
[ID: an animatic that begins with fool from GITM saying "So im sitting there, BBQ sauce on my titties-" and then cuts to Nova, Clip.exe, Sol, and Misuta. Misuta and Sol don't look very amused while Nova and Clip.exe try their best to hold in their laughter. Nova and clip double over a bit laughing in the next frame, while Sol kind of disintegrates into the background and Misuta smiles /END ID]
The ID's for the last two are written by @alfinefalf! Thank you a ton for helping /gen (I hope you don't mind the ping over tumblr. Do tell me if you do)
thinking about charlie, who will call you every single pet name known to the english language, and use them so much that sometimes you wonder whether he remembers your real name. thinking about charlie, who always insists on having his arm around you when the two of you are in public, no matter if it’s around your shoulders or your waist. thinking about charlie, who will absolutely cover your face with kisses when you’re upset until you laugh from how much it tickles, and have the most smug smile on his face when he’s accomplished it. thinking about charlie, who will attempt to write a saxophone melody just for you, and even if it doesn’t turn out quite like he wanted will feel like the sun has started shining in his chest when you smile at him after he plays it for you. thinking about charlie, who as much as he craves validation, eventually comes to find that yours is the only laugh he really cares about hearing after he’s told a joke.
thinking about charlie, who is always so jovial and takes so little in this life seriously, but who is deadly serious about his love for you; as much as he tries to bring light and levity into other people’s lives, you are the light in his life, and he will be damned if he doesn’t love you with the same determination he gives to telling jokes and causing mischief - strong, steadfast, with all the warmth and power of the sun he cannot help but remind people of, and that he insists he sees every time he sees you smile.
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it’s about how power corrupts and absolute power is a ticking time bomb or maybe it’s water seeping through cupped hands, running out too quickly to do anything altruistic or otherwise meaningful.
it’s the way academia renders us immobile, the way we think we have all the answers but we’re blocked by corruption and corporations and forced to turn to each other for even the slightest bit of absolution.
it’s the cosmic frustration of trying to play god. no wonder reina mori nearly returned to the earth. no wonder elizabeth rhodes drove herself to sickening righteousness. no wonder nico de varona became the sacrificial lamb.
it’s the inherent eroticism and violence of soulmatism, what did we think would happen when corrupted souls intertwined? when elizabeth rhodes chose to cut her losses? when she ripped out the heart of gideon drake? when callum nova was nearly driven to madness after a conversation, coupling with his tristan caine-shaped obsession? when parisa kamali found a life anew but just barely?
it’s about being chosen until you’re not. it’s about six planets and dozens of moons in a barely-contained orbit; throw one out and the gravitational changes scientifically shouldn’t cause a supernova, but they do anyway.
it’s about how no one made it out, not really. because power always demands a price.
Recent commissioned work for Fox&Wit’s custom dust jacket of The Atlas Six, written by Olivie Blake. It was fun trying to come up with my own spin for each of the characters!
Angel closed the doors to the hotel, his heels making a clicking sound against the brand-new hardwood flooring of the renovated hotel. It had been a month or two after the war against Heaven, and it honestly had been going better than Angel had anticipated. The spider turned the corner, his gaze settling on the bar, but no Husk. A skeptical brow raised in confusion as Angel glanced around the dimly-lit lobby, and he barely caught the flick of Husk’s tail-tip out of his peripheral vision.
Approaching the large couch, Angel’s heart melted at the sight of the cat perched upwards on the couch, cheek-in-paw, with a slight trace of drool running down his chin and Nuggets resting against his thigh. The spider smiled and whipped out his phone, taking a quick photo before leaning close and closing Husk’s mouth with a careful finger, cleaning the drool off of the cat’s fur with an adoring look in his eyes.
Husk had agreed to begin watching over Nuggets when Angel was gone for the extra long shifts, and this was the first time seeing Husk passed out on the couch, it was adorable. Angel’s opposite hand gently took the cat’s tipping top hat off of his head and rested it on the ground, gently slipping the bottle of whiskey out of his paw.