#god the puuuuuns the jokes in that household

[auber-dee]

So this post has been making the rounds again. Reblogging because:

If you haven’t already seen @4thehonorofgrayskull’s art you really should. (And if you have, you should see it again.)

I just reread the original post and holy shit after NtN can you imagine a world in which Pyrrha had gotten to raise Gideon on a little backwater planet away from all of John’s bullshit? Just two big, warm-hearted wrecking balls of human beings who know seventeen different ways to kill a person with a butter knife and give the best hugs you’ve ever had in your life.

Consider: Gideon Nav is a sword jock, all physicality and concerns of the body. She’s loud and boisterous, and while she can be mouthy as hell, her impulse is to either fight it out or hug it out before thinking to talk it out. She is tactile to the point of physical genius.

Can you imagine how touch-starved she was, growing up in the Ninth? And she never even got the chance to realize it, to turn into the bear-hugging, back-slapping, hair-ruffling monster she was meant to be. To see a friend sitting on the couch and casually sprawl across them, because that’s what you do with friends, obviously. To give Isaac and Jeannemary piggyback rides and sling a casual arm across Palamedes’s shoulders and bump up against Cam when one of their necromancers said some ridiculous necromancer thing.

No wonder she and Harrow were always at each other’s throats. Fighting was the only way they were allowed to touch each other, to be touched by someone who was actually emotionally invested in them as a person.