They Mean An Unimaginable Amount To Me They Are My Blood And My Heart And My Soul They Have Consumed

They mean an unimaginable amount to me they are my blood and my heart and my soul they have consumed me like Harrow refused to consume Gideon

thinking abt the subtle yet overwhelming body horror and dysphoria present in Nona the Ninth. I’m not even talking about Ianthe piloting around Naberius’s corpse or Kiriona’s whole. thing.

it’s the subtler shit. imagine you’re Pyrrha. you’re lying awake in bed on a doomed wasteland of a planet and you’re in your dead best friend’s body. in the next room is a kid, and you have no idea who she actually is. she eats pencils and she’s physically weak but when she’s mad she will break her own bones over and over just to communicate her rage. you kind of have feelings for two people living in the same body, and that very situation is killing that very body. You shave your dead best friend’s face every day. You will never have your own body back.

Nona, the universe’s best girl, and Cam, the person who looks after her

some nona and cam sketches!

ME TOO

GRIDDLEHARK NATION ASSEMBLE

Has anyone ever made an edit to that one song “you with the dark curls you with the watercolor eyes” and if so can I PLEASE HAVE THE LINK

Nona my love

If what you feel is new, That's just first bloom (Who are you? Where are you growing to?) As you inch towards the clues Bless whatever brings you here and to...

this started off as a quick companion sketch for my Nona (& Friends) playlist, but of course became something much more involved. If she'd had a portable tape player, I feel like Nona might have taken some moments to relax like this.

(fanart for the book Nona the Ninth, from Tamsyn Muir's The Locked Tomb series)

I cannot fully express the emotion this art makes me feel. Just look at it. Look at them. You will feel it too.

i physically cannot stop drawing them

All is as it should be

sometimes i think about how the locked tomb series passes the reverse bechtel test by the skin of its fucking teeth. in, what, like 1500 pages? more? two named men have a conversation that is not about a woman perhaps twice. tamsyn muir is so fucking funny for that.