#thank you so much for this great ask !!!

[egophiliac]

What do you like about the Diasomnia boys if I may ask?

I always love hearing about the different reasons people enjoy characters.

I mean, c'mon. he has split custody over Sebek okay

also, Lilia in particular has maybe the best timeskip character development of all time

[devotion-disorder]

You mentioned in Noel’s bio how he has severe face blindness-, how would he go about dealing that with his darling, then? Knowing he can’t see their face? Would it frustrate him? Intrigue him? Would it make his tendencies worse or better? Just curious.

Your artwork is amazing and I hope you have a great day!

Noel is born with his face blindness so he has since learnt to deal with it. For most people, he just relies on context clues or their hair/clothes/voice etc. to recognize them.

For his s/o though, i've always had half an idea in mind that they used to be childhood friends...

(yes his natural hair colour is white. if he ever finds you looking at this picture he will be so embarrassed.)

this became a long ass post of noel lore so

Noel might be able to handle his prosopagnosia now, but that wasn't always the case. Being a somewhat shy kid, the inability to recognize other people made it harder for him to make friends. He just feels disconnected from most people --- sometimes he looks in the mirror and can hardly register that he's staring at himself.

I'd imagine this is where his s/o comes in, and they become a very stable, comforting presence in his life until one day, they moved away without saying anything.

So to Noel, his s/o is someone that he knows on a deep and personal level, and he can basically recognize them out of instinct.

Of course, his condition still frustrates him very much --- what kind of lover is he if he can't even remember his partner's face? That's why he dedicates himself to remembering every single detail of his s/o: counting every freckle and lash; replicating in his mind the exact lilt of their voice, the quirks of their body language...

but maybe in a very cheesy way, he's thankful for his condition? because it means, every day, he can re-live how he met his s/o and the first experience of seeing their face ...

On another note, another anon sent this:

and the idea of "just vibes" is so funny to me for some reason. like if Noel was just out one day and spidey-sensed some random person as their s/o:

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

I started reading Dungeon Meshi last week, became instantly charmed and captivated, and blitzed through the entire manga in 4 days (and changed my profile picture about it). With that in mind, I would just like to say...

I love your dungeon meshi art so so much

CHILCHUCK!!!!!!!!

Thank you kindly! I love Dungeon Meshi a lot, so I'm happy to see so many people get into it for the first time.

CHILCHUCK!!!

[krikzilla]

PONYO ZORO OH MY WORDDD😭💫💖

Ponyo Zoro indeed!

[cloudsofteeth]

uhhhhhhh wet beast satan?

(there was very intense sudden rain and he’s completely soaked. i have chibi in mind, but obv you can do what you want)

^w^ Wet bastard kitten

[ifindus]

Hi Findus!

I hope your new job is going well!! (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.)

Have you ever drawn the nordics as archeologists? (or like indiana jones...I refuse to awknowledge that archeologists probably do not wear clothes like that)

Anyway have a great day -🪽

Hi! Thank you!! I'm still settling into the processes of the job, it's a lot of new stuff to learn.

I have now! Denmark did not get the memo unfortunately 👀

[paradoxbeta]

What are your alien ocs thoughts on eating corn?

here's all my opinionated aliens! thank you for the question, it was very fun :) text transcript under the cut

YIEL: Um... I can't eat <nervous> but I wish I could. Apparently GAR'S old enough to have eaten before, he says it's nothing special but I think he's just never had anything good <skeptical>

LADY: I had corn once and, um... clogged the toilet. I'm sure your Earth exports are lovely, I just can't handle so much fiber.

GUNNELL: Ho-ho, corn? That's exotic exotic. I've had it before and I like the taste but I wouldn't eat it as part of a home meal.

THE PIRATE: Well maybe I'd have an answer for you if I could get my talons on anything other than NUTRIENT PASTE

CIPRIAN: Man, you can eat people for all I care, just clean up after yourself and we're cool.

STELLA: ...Bro

IUWAU: I HATE CORN. I don't even have anything against the taste, but the sound of someone eating it makes me want to leap out of my skin.

MOLLIMAR: Tastes okay, but pretty much everything tastes similar to me. I'll shamelessly piggyback off of Devon's opinion and say it's great.

BYZOW: It is unlike anything on my home planet! I like it. The taste is not good to me but the appearance is so funny.

PHIER-KEL: I love corn. I'm #1 corn warrior. Corn fears me. I'm the bane of corn. I love it so much, I have a t-shirt about it. The day I die is the day 70% more corn becomes available on the market. Corn. 4. Life. (He talks like this about all food he likes.)

DEVON: I'm no alien, but I'm out here for team corn.

[mothwingwritings]

Your Yujiro x reader has been on my mind recently, and an interesting idea came into my head - what would happen if the reader somehow stumbled upon Yuichiro? What would he think of the whole situation, particularly because he is of a *very* different temperament than his son? Would he develop some sort of feelings for (reader)? I'm pretty sure Yujiro would be pissed to see his father meddling in things 😭

You're one of my fav writers on here!! Keep it up ❤︎ and make sure to take care of yourself ☺️

… I can’t believe I didn’t think of writing anything for Yuichiro before this ask lol. How could I write so much about the Hanma family’s favorite girl (you) and never mention Yuichiro???  Shame on me tbh, let’s change that now!

(And thank you for your kind words!!! You are very sweet! <3)

WARNINGS: Mentions of sex, noncon, past abuse, and stepcest.

If by some miracle act Yuichiro was able to obtain a corporeal form and once more walk amongst the living, he would be very intrigued by how far his lineage had come and what the Hanma’s were able to accomplish. Being the start of it all, he had a vague idea of how things most likely have progressed. There is no doubt that his unruly son has grown massively strong, and he’s sure that strength has caused countless problems for people near and far.

He was aware that Yujiro had children at this point, taking quite an interest himself in Baki and Jack’s development. Children weren’t always guaranteed to take after their parents, so it was always a delight when at least one of your offspring was able to carry on the family line with the strength and power you and your ancestors worked so tirelessly to cultivate. When Yuichiro found out that of all the children Yujiro had fathered, not just one, but two showed such immense potential? He was as pleased as he was proud, even more so to discover Baki and Jack lacked the level of belligerent arrogance that made their father an unbearably volatile presence to be around.

While he was taking note of his family line he happened upon a surprising outlier- you. He was at first puzzled by the fact that the Ogre, with all his rampant testosterone, was even able to produce a daughter. When he dug a little deeper and realized you were adopted into the family, while that in and of itself made sense, it left him with even more questions. Why would someone like Yujiro go out of his way to adopt someone else’s child, let alone a female, when he barely cared about the children he himself had brought into this world? Based on the limited knowledge he had of you, you didn’t have any kind of superior strength or secret, hidden abilities that may have spurred his son to take you under his wing. So how exactly did you become awarded with the name of Hanma?

The mystery became too intriguing to ignore, thus he sought you out.

The moment he saw you, he instantly began to understand your appeal. He kept his distance at first, not wanting to overwhelm you with his presence as he made his initial observations. From what he could gather, you were a thoughtful girl, kind and affable to your friends and strangers alike. He noted that you seemed a little jumpy, on edge in scenarios you should feel more at ease, and he worried that maybe he wasn’t concealing himself enough and you were catching on to his surveillance. You may not have Hanma blood in your veins, but you’ve been around them enough to recognize the specific aura they exude. He would need to be more careful, maybe conducting his research on you was best done through other means.

Hence, he decided to look into your relationships with his son and grandsons, hoping to get a better picture of who you were as a person and unravel the secret of how you became intertwined in their lives.

However, what he ended up finding out was not anything he ever expected.

As soon as he learned the horrific truth of how his family had handled you, the revolting nature in which not just his son, but his grandchildren, showed their ‘affection’ for you, he was at a loss for words. Yuichiro was beyond disgusted by their actions, particularly due to the fact that their aggressions were against an innocent woman who had no means of defending herself against the brutes that were incessantly at her heels.

Your jittery nature made complete sense now. You weren’t constantly on edge because you were a naturally excitable person- you were on edge as a defense mechanism. You had to be cautious around everyone for your own self-preservation, frightened that you may unwittingly be subjugating yourself and the people around you to extreme danger by being in a public space. The man who was supposed to be your father figure had assaulted you, hurting and scarring you in irreparable ways. The brothers that you loved and looked to for protection ended up having the same perversions as the man who had created them, betraying your trust in their attempts to force themselves upon you.

Disgusted wasn’t a strong enough word for what he had felt upon learning these revelations. His disappointment in his kin was immeasurable.

When he finally introduces himself to you, it’s apprehension that greets him in return. He can see the fear reflected in your eyes as you were faced with the instant realization of his strength the absolute power he held over not just you, but anyone who may step to him. Yuichiro was a complete stranger to you, in fact you probably hadn’t even seen a picture of him to make any sort of connection. But he could tell that within moments of making your acquaintance, you understood who he was. He was a Hanma, and therefore, he was a threat.

Seeing you cower before him, your whole body vibrating in a state of alarm, eyes darting around the vicinity as you tried to map an escape route should this meeting go south… it broke his heart. It wasn’t that he was immune to your charms, Yuichiro could definitely see the appeal of wanting to be close to you in an intimate manner, but to take you by force? To treat you so horribly, handle you so violently? It took all his power not to make his rage over the injustices you had faced show on his features, lest he frighten you further.

It took a while for you to warm up to him, but the relationship that blossomed was well worth the effort. You were a lovely person all around, beautiful in every sense of the word. The more he got to know you, the more he saw your true personality shine through, and the longer he spent with you, the more his affection for you grew.

Yuichiro had made his decision. You would be safe with him-completely and undeniably cared for under his watchful eye. He would be the father Yujiro never could be, the protector your brothers failed to be. He would become your family, a true family, and insure that you will never have to spend another day living in fear ever again.

In short, Yuichiro’s arrival would probably be the ONLY thing that would ultimately protect you from Yujiro and the rest of the Hanma family. This is great for you because he’s a man of his word, the moment you come under his care Yujiro’s entire existence is like a distant nightmare, and that is something you are exceedingly grateful for. However, you feel the absence of Jack and Baki much more profoundly, as you considered them to be your true family and still love them very deeply. Even though you know ultimately this arrangement is for the best, and you feel much safer and happier in Yuichiro’s care than you have ever felt with anyone else in your life, you still find yourself missing Jack and Baki greatly. Even with their betrayal shattering the last of your innocence, causing you deep and lasting scars, life without them still hurt, and you don’t think you’ll ever heal enough to ignore the pain.

… All this being said, it wouldn’t be on brand for me to answer this without fucking it up a little bit, right?

After some time living with Yuichiro, growing dependent on him for basic care and protection, his fondness for you begins to manifest in ways that are… shocking, even to Yuichiro himself. 

Maybe it was the long absence of a lover that began to steer his desires, or perhaps it was the sweet and selfless nature in which you offered your love to him? Who knew it would warm his heart so much to see you standing in the kitchen, sweet little apron tied around your waist as you hummed a little tune, hard at work preparing a new recipe you had picked out specifically to please him? All the little things you did without a second thought made is body and soul ache for you.

You were always cute, but when exactly did you become so irresistible to him?

It caught him off guard to feel a flutter in his stomach when he saw your smile or heard your laugh. At his age he figured he was far past feelings like this, especially with someone so much younger than himself, especially with you.

He didn’t expect the blush that dusted your cheeks when he entered the bath you were currently occupying to excite him as much as it did. He took great pride in the control he had over his body, keeping his emotions and desire in check was one of his strong suits. But seeing you there, bare and bashful, trying desperately to cover yourself while your eyes refused to linger on any part of his exposed body for too long… you were definitely testing his limits here, sweetheart.

Did you know how effortlessly beautiful you were? Did you realize just how tantalizing even the most innocent of your actions were? Would it upset you if he told you how pretty he found your body, as his eyes drank in every inch of skin you were working so hard to hide? Would it scare you if he helped you to understand just how much sway you had over not just his heart, but all of his wants and desires?

He had chided and scorned his family for their mistreatment of you, the sick, twisted feelings they pummeled you with not only threatened your existence, but were also a stain on the illustrious Hanma name. Yuichiro wanted nothing more than your happiness and your security, both were things he took great honor in providing to you, and he found his own joy in knowing you felt contentment with him after so much suffering. But he was starting to get an itch that was growing harder and harder to scratch. An itch he felt his kin was all too familiar with.

Maybe he’s not so different from his son and grandsons after all?

[buwheal]

...Unfortunately, no. I don't doubt that you hear something, but we can't hear anything on our end. What does it sound like?

(If you’re going to help out, it’d great to also add something to distract him :-) )

[demonslayedher]

I finished posting the unabashedly educational Sword Fic.

It includes a detailed (but hopefully beginner-friendly) explanation of all the steps of making a Nichirin blade from a sunny mountain like Mt. Youkou, a touch of swordsmith and metalworker folk lore (including demons), meta about what must make Kimetsu no Yaiba's swordsmithing methods different from real life methods, some character exploration for Haganezuka and his polishing method, vocabulary and additional resources in the chapter notes, and hopefully, an endearing, silly POV character to learn this all through.

[waywardstation]

When your weird uncle loves you even if you're a weird lil' gremlin teen

hiII I KNOW IT'S JUST A SILLY DOODLE BUT- i did want to draw something for you (idk if you got my previous ask, maybe it didn't send) to show my love for your works and art, sooo have my beloved uncle-niece relationship dynamic!! youre the best ok byyyyyeee ❤❤❤❤ (ps. this is the first time i draw hisuian ingo and akari i hope it looks ok for a doodle lol)

OHHH MY GOODNESS LOOK AT THEM!!! ;0; <3 Akari’s doing her best and even if it’s sometimes weird or unconventional Ingo still recognizes the effort haha

thank you so much for drawing and sending this to me OP!! It’s such an adorable artstyle; I’m so glad you like my works, it means a lot to hear that!! ;v; thank you for the kind words!!

[lilybug-02]

Re: the whole "player/soul is a rat" ask, ive been up for 30 consecutive hours but instead of going to sleep i decided im going to make an hour's amount of illustration of an animal i dont know how to draw so i can send it to you. who knows maybe ill try and do a followup but i thinmk im going to pass out so im just gonna send this ask and zzzznfdbzbsdhzsjkjzsdf;sui navbghruser

I love you ❤️🐀

Now get some sleep or I will release rats into your house 💞

[last-starry-sky]

Looked at your kinktober list and maybe this idea will stick. For morning sex I just have this cute idea of a lazy morning with your boyfriend (maybe Gaz or Johnny). And you're just hanging out having some tea or coffee. The laziest of mornings really.

I just picture you trying to play your switch or video game. Maybe Stardew Valley or Animals Crossing and they start going down on you. Except they tell you to keep playing.

kinktober day 24 - morning sex

soap x f!reader

[MDNI - NSFW - MIND THE WARNINGS: 1.4k (!!!), established relationship, tooth-rotting domestic fluff, I don't play Stardew Valley so lmk if I got anything very wrong, oral, implied multiple orgasms.]

tag list (lmk if you'd like to be added!): @slut-lmao, @mishaglass

You loved mornings like this: sleeping until the intense morning light pouring through your lacy white curtains forced you up and out of bed. You had tried to roll your back to the window, only to fall against the large, sleeping form of your boyfriend.

You smiled, remembering how he had blown in last night, showing up at your door dead on his feet, hollow and hallowed looking. There had been no time for questions. You simply ushered him into your bedroom, managing to pull off his boots before letting him fall into the soft, pillowy heaven of your bed. 

You let yourself look at his peaceful face. His hair had grown longer and scraggly, his mohawk faded out from lack of upkeep, and a prominent stubble occupied his jaw, making him look so much older. You ran a light hand through the tips of his hair, praying it didn’t wake him. He was sleeping hard, and from the bags under his eyes, he needed it badly. So you turned away, shuffling out from under your down blanket and the lovely little pocket of warmth you had created in it. 

You tried to begin your normal morning routine: breakfast, coffee, shower, workout, etc. You stretched up, toes curling in your slippers, as you shifted back and forth on your toes in the kitchen, trying to will yourself forward. Letting your arms fall back down, you gave in. It wasn’t everyday your boyfriend dropped back into your life, you should take advantage and enjoy it while you could. 

Decision made, you shuffled over to make yourself a cup of tea: steamy, herbal, and with plenty of honey. You hoped the smell wouldn’t wake him. Padding back into the bedroom, you found it didn’t matter. Johnny cracked open his eyes as you entered. They were still as sweet and blue as you remembered. He had rolled over, one of your pillows now crushed between his chest and bicep.

“Mornin’ baby,” you cooed softly, stepping out of your slippers and crawling back into bed.

“Morn’,” he grunted. The singular syllable sounding rough in his throat. “Wha’s’at?” he asked, head following you as you arranged yourself to sit up against your pillows.

“Tea,” you responded, taking a sip. “Want some?”

Words failing him, he answered by unwrapping his arm from the pillow braced to his chest and reaching over. You placed the warm cup, suddenly so small, in his massive hand. You worried about him spilling hot, sugary, liquid all over your bed until he propped himself up with his other arm to take a long, noisy gulp, followed by a satisfied groan.

You let him enjoy the rest of the tea, which he did. You had other things to occupy yourself with. You reached over to your side table and grabbed your phone and Switch off their chargers. You did your usual quick morning scroll through social media: checked in on your family and friends, looked at some cool crafts, and saved a few videos to watch later if your lazy butt ever made it out of bed.

The one thing you didn’t do was pester Johnny with questions. He was barely awake now, eyes mostly open but content to snuggle up against your side, sipping his tea occasionally while you switched between apps on your phone. Whatever situation had taken him away from you this time was over, but had spit him out rougher than you’d ever seen. Mentally and physically, he looked like what he needed most was sleep and a shower, possibly followed by more sleep and then a meal.

“Mind if I play?” you asked, looking over at him, turning on your Switch. You clicked the volume almost all the way down as the screen lit up your face. 

He shook his head, gulping down the last of his tea. He put the cup on the table behind him. Turning back, he removed his stolen pillow to wrap his arm around your waist. He made himself comfortable, pressing his head to your arm while you waited for your game to load.

Soon enough, the little speakers were piping out the soothing, woodwind notes of the opening theme as the title screen dropped in over the pixel mountains. You smiled, thinking of all the things you had planned for your little farm, the townsfolk you needed to deliver things too, and your animals-

“You playin’ t’ chicken game again?” Johnny mumbled as you loaded in, your little farmer shifting out of bed fully dressed, sprinting off, ready to start her day. You couldn’t relate. 

“Yeah,” you answered, letting him pull you further and further down until he was nuzzling your neck with his prickly stubble. “Want-” you laughed, letting your console fall out of your hand as he kissed at whatever skin he could reach, arms wrapping you up tighter and tighter. “Want me to show you all of them?” Johnny didn’t show much interest to any other part of your farm beside your chicken coop and “the little apple guys” as he called the junimos. “I have a blue one now,” you said proudly as you walked over to your coop to let all of them out for the day.

He didn’t answer you, simply humming as he slid his body down the bed and under the comforter. He pushed your legs open to lay between them, a satisfied little moan falling from his mouth when he settled into your warmth. You shivered at the feeling of having his weight on you again, his hands gripping into your thighs as he kissed at your stomach, all while you were trying to concentrate on harvesting your crops.

“J-johnny,” you gasped as he rucked your nightgown up to plant tickling kisses down your navel. He moaned as he crossed down onto your mons, your little hairs now prickling his lips. You managed to pause your game, lifting up the covers to ask him what he was planning to do while suffocating under there.

“Don’t mind me, lovie,” he said looking up at you, that once lost, impish, sparkle now back in his eye. He pushed your hand away, making the white blanket fall back over his head. “Go back t’ your game. Gotta give some love t’ my best girl,” he said with a kiss to your needy, leaking pussy. “Gone so long without her,” he finished with a deep groan.

You clutched your Switch to your chest, determined not to lose it in the bed during sex again, a moan caught behind your hand. Your boyfriend didn’t wait another second to dive in, pulling open your outer folds to lap at your slick, moaning and rolling his hips into the mattress. He was just as desperate as you were. Maybe just as close.

It was embarrassing how quick he pulled you to the edge, suckling on your clit, his tongue pulsing little flicks across the delicate skin and teasing it with the hard edges of his teeth. He had your legs shaking against his back in less than a minute, cunt pulling tighter in anticipation. 

Oh, it was exquisite torture the way he played with you. Putting you just on the edge of heaven and keeping you there until you sobbed and begged. He liked you like that, liked you misty eyed, soft and trembling against your sheets. He’d mumble something disgusting down at you as he pulled himself over you, making sure to knock his hard, leaking cock against your over-sensitive mess of a pussy as he did. Your cheeks would burn, less from embarrassment and more from how badly you needed him, as you agreed to whatever depraved thing he wanted to hear before he buried himself in you. 

Fuck, just the thought of his cock had you wavering closer. You needed him. Needed to be filled with him. It had been too long. You had really missed him.

Neither of you ever lasted long after that, just as Johnny had you cumming now: sparks bubbling across your pussy as your clit throbbed in his mouth. You reeled back with a weak, thready moan, Johnny’s hands held your hips as you shook, not letting you pull away. He kept at it, sucking on you as your moans spooled on and on. 

“Johnny johnny johnny,” you whined, legs too heavy to move, brain too syrupy to form any other word besides his name. 

“Stop?” he hummed, lapping over your bud.

“Noooooo,” you keened, fingers grabbing at his overgrown hair, that sparkling feeling dancing just behind your skin again. 

“‘kay love,” he said diving back in, intent on bringing you as many orgasms as you damn well pleased this morning. It didn’t matter to him. He had a lot of lost time to make up for.

[itsonlypolite]

waaaaah hi hi shambling in here. did i mention i love your stp boys so much? because i do! they are so near and dear to my heart thank you for drawing them!!!

unfortunately i'll need some more practise drawing the others (these cruel hands cannot Shape the way i wish to Shape) but i wanted to atleast doodle the beloved! i love this design sm it's so cute and squishable i want to give him infinite headrubs

FELLOW BROKEN ENJOYER!!!!

This is such a nice compliment because I love your designs so much especially your Broken as well!!!!! I freaked out when I saw this and just had to quickly draw yours!!!!!!!!

[pine-rhyme]

Pine I’m going insane please clear something up about tlt

I keep seeing art of two(?) v similar looking people, one with short hair and another with pigtails and I’ve seen both being referred to as Harrow or Nona or similar. I thought they were the same person (with Nona being a nickname of Harrowharks family name) but I saw some art that’d imply they’re two different people???

I always interpreted it as ‘Nona is what Harrow would be without the Horrors’ since she’s v cheerful. Like a sort of collective fandom oc. But now I think that’s wrong. Pls advise T^T

(Also hiiiiiiii hope you’re having a nice day ೕ(•̀���•́) )

OMG THANK YOU I AM SO GLAD I GET TO EXPLAIN THIS TO YOU BECAUSE THIS IS GENUIENLY MY FAVOURITE THING OUT OF THIS SERIES!!!!!

That and the wild contrast between Harrowhark and Nona makes me giggle maniacally every time.

Here is some sketchy art and rambling under the cut because I LOVE LOVE LOVE NONA!!!! And by extension the book she stars in!

Nona is a real character! But very well pointed that her name derives from Harrow's NONAgesimus! She is the narrator and main lady of the 3rd book (Nona the Ninth :DDD).

The thing about Harrow and Nona is that yes! They share the same body! Harrow is such a haunted character that it is already ridiculous how many other ghosts could take over her body if she falls unconscious (which already happened a few times and ngl it was very sexy).

But this time, in Nona's case it is unclear if it is one of her many ghosts piloting her body or if it is really Harrow whose trauma caught up with her and got her brain reset (you already know it wouldn't be her first rodeo given that she already has had the lobotomy experience :)) but the thing is, Nona can't remember a thing from before she got saved by Harrow's... friends? Acquaintances? People that owned her a favour?

The beautiful thing is that you have this vulnerable person, who doesn't know anything about herself is getting taken care of by these people that? Genuinely cared about the old Harrow? And are actively trying to figure out who Nona actually is. And how she can be helped. All we know is that Nona is uncharacteristically kind and sweet-natured for the tlt world :)))

She is deeply aware that she is unlikely to survive for much longer and experiences everything around her with a deep sense of wonder. She has only been alive for 6 months and it was a gift. The world is slowly crumbling around her and her body is slowly dying but she loves the people that take care of her nevertheless. She looks in the mirror and finds herself truly beautiful and she is openly grateful for the girl who let her borrow her body to experience this life. It is a bittersweet story and a very big tonal shift from the intense and alienating POV of the previous book (Harrow the Ninth), focusing more on the domesticity and closure nurtured in a wartorn refugee camp, between unlikely characters.

AND IT IS JUST HILLARIOUS to encounter characters with whom Harrow has been AT LEAST highly disagreeable, getting absolutely showered in affection by Nona. Nona herself being so full of love and admiration for everything and everyone she meets is just amazing when you remember that's HARROW'S body she's piloting. Harrow who is easily the most people-allergic character out of this whole series lmao. AND NONA IS WEARING HER HAIR LONG AND BRAIDED! AND PARADES AROUND IN THE MOST INSANE GRAPHIC T-SHIRTS. SHE WANTS TO DYE HER HAIR ELECTRIC BLUE LIKE HER CRUSH!

I absolutely love Nona she is my favourite character in this series. It is because of her that Harrow started to grow on me as well. It is just wonderful to find, after how distressed and alone Harrow is during the 2nd book, she has people that would go to such lengths to care for her, despite the fact that she lost her necromacy, genius and aptitudes, along with her memories and, in fact her body might be the only thing that remained out of her because, by the end, Nona might indeed be somebody else entirely.

More than that it is a story about a girl with no past and no future loving unconditionally and getting unconditionally loved in return by her friends and family. Even when it gets very complicated and twisted and at times you are forced to question what is everybody's hidden intentions or what is the meaning of it all. It is just as grim (and upsetting at times) as the rest of the series but having for once an optimistic pov (even tho it comes with her forcing herself to suppress her ugly feelings because her life is very short and she needs to enjoy everything while it lasts) feels almost like a fever dream.

"Life is too short and love is too long."

(This is Nona with Pyrrha! Pyrrha loves Nona so much it makes me sick to my stomach and I could talk for hours on end about them. )

Thank you so much for this ask and for indulging me in my madness!!!!!!! MMMMWAH!

[ifindus]

can I ask for some söta bror angst/drama? (it could be about any historical event)

You know I'm weak for historical shit 😩 How about the Siege of Fredriksten in 1718?

The siege was carried out by Swedish forces at a fortress in the south of Norway, in a city bordering Sweden. It took place during the Great Northern War where Denmark-Norway and Sweden fought against each other and Sweden made many plays at Norwegian territory. Norwegian forces held a stand at Fredriksten fortress and resisted several Swedish attacks and an army of 40.000 men through 24 days when the siege was called off after the Swedish King was killed by a shot to the head while inspecting his troops. This event was also the cause of huge Swedish losses in central Norway where another invading army was forced to turn around after the death of the King, freezing to death in the Norwegian mountains.