jordan

“It is not thrilling, sophisticated, and creative as Harry Potter”

“It was a long, jarring flop.”

“The writing wasn’t anything special.”

“It was extremely dry, plain and unoriginal.”

“Morrigan Crow was one dimensional.”

“This novel did not meet up with all the hype. It’s actually really mediocre.”

I could go on for AGES about how complex Nevermoor characters personalities are

And I will if necessary.

“morrigan crow is one-dimensional” what exactly is one-dimensional about a small child who grew up believing she was to blame for everything bad happening around her and is still unable to fully let go of that mindset even after she actually starts developing healthy relationships with people that actually care about her?? riddle me that shit, dumbass.

“not as sophisticated as harry potter” spoken like a bitchless sad elitist loser who hates joy. sophisticated is boring, and harry potter is the most mid book series in existance.

“dry, plain and unoriginal” oh fuck off i bet you didn’t even read the book. you just heard that it wasn’t centered around boring white allocishet neurotypicals, and decided you hated it.

i’ve seen a theory that the safeguard is putting morrigan under a spell, don’t remember where, but just imagine it breaks and she’s so confused about where she is and she’s sad that she can’t see them right then. where’s jupiter? where’s hawthorne, jack, cadence, all of her friends in 919 and at the deaucalion, why can’t she remember anything? she felt like time had passed but everything was fuzzy, just a feeling of blank, monotone actions. unfeeling eyes, chanting perhaps? she remembered someone crying, a sense of panic, had it been jupiter? why was he crying? nobody was in the room with her, yet she felt like she was being watched. she wasn’t tired, but a lingering drowsiness clung to her limbs as though they were protesting against a sudden awakening.

but then someone comes in, (maybe they need to feed her just so she stays alive) and she looks at them, her eyes looking like there was something behind them for the first time in awhile. there was no more vacant stare, it had been replaced with polite curiosity.

anyway, i’m getting carried away again. but what if it was one of unit 919 that came in (they just want to see her, even if she wasn’t really herself anymore.) and they are torn between telling the elders and helping their friend. okay done now, be back tomorrow of course!

Oh my GOD

Im so curious about what a safeguard is that I think I’m growing grey hairs, my guess is that it’s like a containment measure? An Eliminate Threat button, but that seems a bit morbid for what we’ve seen so far in the books.

Perhaps the safeguard’s job is to neutralize the threat until they can, as you said, put them under a spell to make sure they’re never a threat again, so the number and power level of the signatures would have to be equivalent to that of the subject who needs the safeguard put in place, which begs the question: have they done this to any other wundersmiths before? Are they sure it’ll work as permanently as they hope?

In your particular headcanon, I’d be willing to bet wunder somehow helped Morrigan break the spell she was under.

Imagine how Hawthorne would react to his friend going so berserk that she had to be put down, basically. Cadence? The rest of the unit? God, Fenestra and her protective streak! Everyone in the Deucalion would be so distraught if anything happened to Mog, even if it had to be done for the Greater Good.

And you can bet that Jupiter “she’s just a little girl!” North would practically go insane. Absolutely lose it. Mad with grief. He’d fight the decision tooth and nail.

To hear that Mog somehow came back to herself and he may not be able to help her? That her unit might not be able to fix this?

Camelias grew around the headboard of her bed. She’d pluck them out and weave them into her braids. She’d run her fingers across the wooden doors and walls and tables and leave little sprouts behind her.

People would often remark in confusion at the sight. And laugh at her childish remarks that she grew them. She used to get mad and scream at them. She was a very angry child, easy to rile up. Thorny roses would imprint around her body, but no one would ever notice. The Mist would wave it away.

She remembers this.

When she dies, she remembers it.

When she dies, she exhales one last time. Across the country, flowers bloom around Nico’s sleeping head, daffodils and daisies. He wakes up screaming. The flowers wilt and die and crumble away. All that’s left behind is a single petal, holding hard to life, stubborn and determined, that gets swept away under his sleeping bag in the rush.

He finds it the night Percy tells him. The night he asks where his sister is. It’s tucked into pocket. He thought it was soft. He thought it was pretty.

He chooses rebirth and Hades puts him in the same family of Bianca’s rebirth. And when Bianca dies, he puts her in that same family again. The loop goes on. Nico and Bianca remains together: maybe as mother and son, uncle and niece, sometimes siblings again, cousins even. 

It can be anything, different names and different status, but none of them matters so much - as long as they can watch each other grow up like they could have been.

Bianca: fuck men