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charidot

saw this photo on my dash like nine times in one day so... had to make it butch4butch

aeskoro

gloom mistress

skelebells

still thinking abt them every day

cottoncandylesbo

oh hello delightful forest boar. why are you charging at me so fast

ninoacca

december: finish nona january-april: very intentionally Not think about it lest I break irreparably forever now: being soooo brave about it

lena-oleanderson

also a poem from the new, unreleased collection. very possibly my own all-time favourite.

aurvxina

more versions because i can't pick:

canisbeta

its a fucking nightmare but we gotta handle it because there is no alternative. gripping my desk with all my strength telling myself to remember that i saw a flying squirrel for the first time yesterday. think dammit think. cmon cmon there's ducks out there. get it together. touch a rat or something

canisbeta

the pygmy hog (Porcula salvania). for those who need it. size of a cat btw

they build little grass nests. in these trying times

yo-gurtdrink

bone nuns: post pool scene pre cytherea

lots of tentative intimacy.. something something staying up as long as possible and talking about nothing and not letting each other out of their sight

smallandsundry

when will the locked tomb return to me

(uncropped)

tapiocats

GO LOUD

Available as prints on my Etsy shop

saltyyboy

this moment was so beautiful and soooo devastating, love is too long and life is too short.

starrynautilus

Harrowhark Nonagesimus had always so badly wanted to live. She had cost too much to die.

tanis-zed

Hey. Just thought of something.

In Nona the Ninth, when Nona’s pretending to be Harrow and needs to avoid Ianthe’s questions, she screams in the resurrection beast’s language. Specifically, she yells “Help!” And Varun starts dropping heralds, because Varun is trying to help.

Now, this implies that the resurrection beasts can feel things like empathy. Which means they’re not just monsters. Every single one of them is just as capable of loving and being loved as Nona, but because they were created in a terrifying storm of death, they reacted in fear, and were treated like monsters as a result. And that’s so fucking tragic!

These thinking, feeling beings, ghosts of murdered worlds, who could and can know love, but have only ever known hate and fear. I feel for them, I really do.