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
nona the ninth mostly being a more grounded and nuanced exploration of the realities of living under a (space) imperial government elevates this to the next level. cause wyd if you’re trying to overthrow the evil empire whose tyranny has wiped out billions and forcibly displaced countless more and vriska is there