Au Where Morro Is Forced To Look After A Bunch Of Dead Children In The Departed Realm, Becomes Good At

Au where Morro is forced to look after a bunch of dead children in the departed realm, becomes good at it, and becomes a designated babysitter for everyone who has dead children. My guy went from commanding an army and taking over all realms, to ruling a mini army and taking over the play area as he runs a daycare/orphanage.

probably time for this story i guess but when i was a kid there was a summer that my brother was really into making smoothies and milkshakes. part of this was that we didn't have AC and couldn't afford to run fans all day so it was kind of important to get good at making Cool Down Concoctions.

we also had a patch of mint, and he had two impressionable little sisters who had the attitude of "fuck it, might as well."

at one point, for fun, this 16 year old boy with a dream in his eye and scientific fervor in heart just wanted to see how far one could push the idea of "vanilla mint smoothie". how much vanilla extract and how much mint can go into a blender before it truly is inedible.

the answer is 3 cups of vanilla extract, 1/2 cup milk alternative, and about 50 sprigs (not leaves, whole spring) of mint. add ice and the courage of a child. idk, it was summer and we were bored.

the word i would use to describe the feeling of drinking it would maybe be "violent" or perhaps, like. "triangular." my nose felt pristine. inhaling following the first sip was like trying to sculpt a new face. i was ensconced in a mesh of horror. it was something beyond taste. for years after, i assumed those commercials that said "this is how it feels to chew five gum" were referencing the exact experience of this singular viscous smoothie.

what's worse is that we knew our mother would hate that we wasted so much vanilla extract. so we had to make it worth it. we had to actually finish the drink. it wasn't "wasting" it if we actually drank it, right? we huddled around outside in the blistering sun, gagging and passing around a single green potion, shivering with disgust. each sip was transcendent, but in a sort of non-euclidean way. i think this is where i lost my binary gender. it eroded certain parts of me in an acidic gut ecology collapse.

here's the thing about love and trust: the next day my brother made a different shake, and i drank it without complaint. it's been like 15 years. he's now a genuinely skilled cook. sometimes one of the three of us will fuck up in the kitchen or find something horrible or make a terrible smoothie mistake and then we pass it to each other, single potion bottle, and we say try it it's delicious. it always smells disgusting. and then, cerimonious, we drink it together. because that's what family does.

The way the wisdom saga has so many chord progression parallels (is that what they're called?) to show Athenas entrance, to recap everything since Athena left, all of Odysseus' dead friends

A little apartment with their wedding photos on the walls

I know Rick has decided that Percy will be perpetually 17, but I do love thinking about how old Percy would be right now according to his birth year--1993. He and Annabeth are in their thirties now, they've both graduated from university. Annabeth is the biggest name on the architecture scene and Percy has found a career in something he excels at and loves (perhaps marine biology, but in my personal headcanon, being a social worker for kids from bad situations). They still catch up with Grover and their many demigod friends often and enjoy the relative peace and quiet with all the prophecies falling onto the next generation of demigods.

They've got a little apartment with their wedding photos on the walls and weapons ready on the sideboard just in case any monster foolishly dares to attack the greatest demigods of all time. They volunteer at Camp Half Blood throughout the year as mentors and trainers, and Annabeth is helping to design an extension to make the camp a city for demigods like New Rome. Young demigods revere them as even more amazing than their own godly parents, but Mr. D always complains that the two are still just as rowdy and mischievous as they were when they were kids. Maybe they have already have a kiddo themselves or plans to have one soon.

Guys, they are living their happily ever after right now. It makes me so happy.

"I heard you like bad boys. Well I'm bad at everything" vibes

fun fact yall

the first time i read SoC, i did it because i was scrolling thru instagram one day, and a post came up - that was a screenshot of a tumblr post, incidentally - about kaz and inej.

the thing is that then, i was just shifting from my twilight era to my anti-twilight era (dont even ask why i ever liked it but anyways), and i saw this post about kaz and inej directly after a post about how vampirism works in the twilight world - and, very logically*, my brain decided that either kaz or inej, or both, were vampires.

so the first time I read SoC, i read it through that lens - when do we find out, which one is it, it's probably kaz i mean he's pale af and literally doesn't sleep istg, yeah no it's def kaz i mean we keep hearing about dirtyhands' secrets...when is the secret going to come out?

i was more than halfway through six of crows when i realised.

*not

Exactly. You get it. It's a grieving thing, he cant act against Jordie.

Also @randomfandom-3 your responses are delightful. Seeing you reblogged something fills me with joy and makes me so excited to see what you've said about it

Kaz Brekker hasn't been to school since he was 9 or younger. But he canonically calculates the Crow Club's books in his head and is faster and more accurate than everyone else. So I can only assume the bastard of the barrel spent his spare change on math books and taught himself in between gang jobs.