if the next big fanfic trope isn’t ‘we had a maybe-fake-maybe-not marriage 26 years ago and i just realized that we never bothered to check if it was legally binding’ i’m suing all of you
a mental image that needed to be shared: percy using the gloves of missile snaring to catch a small excitable quarter elf
perhaps even a small, excitable quarter elf who’s trying (without permission) to figure out how to use Mama’s broom
(So far it’s mostly just running around the house like they’re riding a hobby horse, but on occasion there’s a little bit of lift, and more speed than there ought to be even for a rambunctious kidlet with energy to spare. 😉
I hope the mighty nein keep the blink dog and train him to fight like trinket when he’s full grown, because imagine someone trying to fight jester and she calls out “NUGGET”and this motherfucker appears out of thin air