*vibe check*

This is in no way the best way to post it but it is the only way I could get the format to stay

Nona the Ninth, chapter 25.

one flesh, one end

saint of love that goes away

(A slightly experimental Griddlehark for the people)

Petition to bring back shitty pomegranate poetry in 2026

these truly are one of the most books ever and i can't get enough, i'm currently making my way through nona the ninth and it's a blast!

Spire shenanigans

freedom from the body, and freedom from the pain.

this isn’t how it happens

I revamped this for Pride month <3

adore this line, take my first tlt fanart from when i was reading gtn

your spirit, my voice | in one combined | the phantom of the opera is there | inside my mind

the shrike to your sharp and glorious thorn

Anastasia the first and Harrow