Superheroes And Sci-Fi (previously Pipsqueak216)

cant decide if i want noodle to Instantly Know that alecto in all her 9ft avenging angel of god barbie form is nona, or if he follows harrow around for a while and harrow has to pretend that she's Not a dog person. both are wonderful tbh but also i cant get over the mental image of harrow scowling fiercely while noodle walks next to her, and then on closer inspection he's wearing a collar lovingly made out of ribs

One of the saddest things to me is that Alecto is described as this horrible angry monster by the Lyctors. Every single lyctor is terrified of her, enough that Gideons eyes freaked them the fuck out before they realized she wasn't Alecto. And she is. She is so very angry and monstrous.

Nona is kind. She is cheerful and thoughtful and gloriously kind. Pyrrha, Camilla, Palamedes and Corona can't help but to love her. She has friends and she loves people for you they are and is just wonderful.

Nona is Alecto without the memories of what John did to her. Alecto is Nona without the kindness of Pyrrha, Cam and Pal.

Nona is what Alecto could have been. What Alecto was, before everything.

There are almost no beautiful things left

bury me in an unmarked grave

(aka gideon dealing with rejection aka me thinking about the fact that gideon's ultimate act of love is the ultimate act of betrayal for harrow)

details under cut!

What are cavs if not little rats pulling hair? Ratatouille AU when?

I personally wouldn't gnaw on her, that's what Babs is for, but she would defiantly go squeakasqueaka

Say it, loser

Harrowhark Nonagesimus had always so badly wanted to live. She had cost too much to die.

I just reread NtN and I am, of course, fixated on Kiriona’s misery. Specifically in the scene where Nona gets her birthday present from Pyrrha. She’s so alone, and it’s just so… sad. Gideon, the incredibly embodied girl, died, believed that the one she died for rejected her soul due to a lack of love, was reconstructed by her father into an unchanging, very dead body that presumably misses out on the pleasures of like, eating and working out and getting sore and sleeping and bathing in hot water, all things that we have seen Gideon greatly enjoy, is finally kissed by Not Harrow, who is actively dying, and now she’s just standing there while Pyrrha, her pseudo mother/almost pseudo father/mother’s lover/mother’s murderer kind of/almost Harrow’s murderer kind of, and Paul, one/two of the only people she could ever call a friend, are playing out a beautiful found family love tableau, that they have apparently been living out for the six months that she has been miserable and dead and making bracelets and secret handshakes with Ianthe. They’re comforting the girl who looks at her, kisses her, and doesn’t know her, and she’s just standing there, and no is is paying her the slightest bit of attention. None of them know where Harrow is, and none of these apparently very loving and comforting people are reaching out to comfort Gideon. Saddest girl in the universe:(

Not to mention:

tazmuir could simply rerelease gideon the ninth over and over again but from the perspective of all of the different characters at canaan house and i would be tuned the fuck in. like the drama of all of their different expectations and relationships…. coronabeth living her hot girl summer… judith experiencing Sapphic Hell…. isaac and jeannemary on the world’s weirdest family vacation…. palamedes living out a deeply repressed regency era romance…. silas filled with loathing for every single person there…. delightful. canaan house drives me crazy. it’s like if love island was survivor

how dare you ask me to live with it?

harrowhark getting her lobotomy done at claire's

(ps: merry christmas eve! you can't see but we just hit 10k on here... my christmas gift to the world, thank you dearly)

Tried on the WIP; looking good so far!

owoag

gatitos…….

THE SIXTH WOULD 1000% BE SIAMESE YOU ARE SO RIGHT

And low key loving Harry as a black sphynx lmao

the inglorious mask

my first ever harrow 🤲

Fortiche please. Fortiche I’m begging-