theres something so special about ianthe tridentarius being a genre-destroying caricature of an edgy YA badboy sexy flopvillain and i mean it. no emotional stakes just this 6 foot tall gumby looking creature in a open shirt doing fuck all but leaning on doorways sauntering around and smirking at y/n. babygirl
experiencing the locked tomb series solely through scrolling past fanart on tumblr and then actually reading gideon the ninth is so funny because i just assumed that gideon and harrow’s super goth skeleton face-paint look was just like. normal necromancer garb in the world of the book so imagine my surprise and amusement when i found out that they’re actually like. their world’s version of amish people
personally i’m on team “ianthe is awful but probably behaving in a rational way (though her exact goals are mysterious), while coronabeth is unpredictable” which to me makes corona the scarier of the two.
sorry to still be mentally ill over the locked tomb but for all that i keep seeing people emphasise alecto’s apocalyptic rage, alecto as an eldritch horror shackled into the body of a barbie doll, etc etc i feel like it cannot be overlooked that Nona Is Still In There. she may not remember it, but alecto is still nona. nona was still alecto. alecto’s rage and nona’s love come from the same depths. the nona who laughed at pyrrha’s stupid jokes and wore goofy t-shirts to make little children laugh and got excited for her birthday is the same nona who broke her hands and feet in a blind bloody screaming rage when she woke up to find herself (once again) in chains. i did not spend 480 pages watching nona love recklessly and wholly and extend that love to every small thing, every person and creature she connected with, loving a life lived with her little found family in borderline poverty in a warzone, to believe that alecto is the monster the lyctors described her to be or to believe that alecto won’t still love just as recklessly
