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happyk44 · 2 years ago

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Obsessing over the concept of Percy having so many dreams about Nico dying in front of him in different ways at camp or on quests and he has no idea what to do about them so he starts trying to get Nico to hang out with him and tries asking him in subtle ways about what's going on, trying to figure out if Nico is in dangerous without possibly freaking him out about Percy's dreams (who would feel safe if someone kept having dreams about them being murdered by faceless entities in orange shirts or killed by monsters)i

It goes nowhere. Nico is apparently fine, flitting between camp and the underworld and New Rome as he wishes. With more underworld kids coming into CHB for the summer, he's started spending more and more time there though, and all Percy can think of orange shirts and Nico's blood drenched in them

Eventually he caves and drives to camp, hunting down and cornering Clovis, who's passed out in a sunbeam like a cat. Percy steps into the grass and kicks him gently. Clovis wakes slow and tilts his face towards Percy. He stretches long, yawns loud. Percy stifles a responding yawn and squats.

"What's up, Percy?" Clovis hums.

Percy tugs at his fingers as he finds the right words. "I keep having shitry dreams," he decides on. Clovis arches a brow. Percy sits back and pinches the bridge of his nose. "What does it mean when you keep having dreams about someone dying?"

Baby blue blanket creasing, Clovis cocks his head. "Who's dying?"

Percy grits his teeth. "Does it matter?"

"Well, some dreams are just subconscious processing and some are my siblings being weird." Clovis blinks slow. People compare him to cows a lot, that baby softness on his cheeks and easy going demeanour. But Percy sees a cat more than anything. Domesticated and pampered. "And some are prophetic."

The grit of his teeth begins to hurt his jaw. "How do you know which one is which?"

Clovis hums and sits up slowly. He reaches down to his toes and flexes with a long groaning grunt. He gives a little sigh as he pulls away. "Well, I'd have to ask them if they're doing things. As for subconscious processing, that's just what's going on in your brain. And prophecies..." He hums thoughtfully. "I guess you wouldn't know until it happens." With half-closed eyes, he faces Percy. His head lags to the side. "So is there anything going on your brain to worry about this person dying?"

"Well, there is now," Percy says through gritted teeth. Clovis laughs, a trilling dreamy sound. Percy glares at him. "Clovis."

He shrugs. "I can ask around tonight." He picks at a blade of grass. "Who is it?"

Behind them, Nico is calling out to someone. It makes Percy's skin crawl. Kids laugh and Nico laughs and Percy wants to grab him and hide him. Clovis's bright orange camp shirt makes him feel like a bull, caged up with some idiot waving a red flag in front of him. He needs to rush forward and break the things bothering him. Skewer them and feel their blood drip down his skin.

He's starting to lose his mind.

"It doesn't matter." He too aware that the gap between question and answer was too long.

Clovis isn't looking at him but he feels watched anyway. "It could," Clovis says. "But at least I know it's not Annabeth. Or Grover." Percy startles and Clovis's grin is soft. "If it was, you would have said it before you even sat down." He gives another big stretch then flops back on his blanket, rolling over into a warmer brighter patch of sun. "Actually, you'd say if it was anyone." He tucks his legs up into his chest. "You'd keep quiet because you don't want to worry them. Which means there's probably some real concern there."

His eyes slide fully shut and he doesn't speak again. Heart pounding, Percy watches his serene face. He doesn't like that Clovis picked him apart like that. But not much he can complain or deny in it.

Knees whining, he stands slow. Part of him misses the Achilles' Curse for that reason alone. He liked it more when his body didn't hurt because of constant strenuous activity and the passage of time. He runs a hand through his hair.

What is he supposed to do? Wait for Clovis to tell him that his siblings were being assholes for no reason? To sit down and meditate about the reason his mind was focused in on Nico dying in various ways? Or worry unendingly that the universe was giving him a sneak peek at the future and soon he'd be standing at Nico's memorial, trying to figure out which person around him was the killer?

"Percy!"

He startles and turns. His skin crawls as Nico jogs up to him. There's a little boy practically pinned to his side. The closet they grow, the more Percy wants to shove Nico down deep where no one can find him. Ocean depths. He'd like the darkness, Percy thinks. Then he slaps the thought away as his arms begin to rise, his gut yanking towards the beach.

"Hey." It comes out breathless and wispy. "What's up?"

Nico's smile is gentle. It makes Percy's stomach cramp, the idea of it gone forever, bled out on forest grass. "Joel and I were seeing if he could summon ghosts." He gazes down at the little boy still tucked into his side. The kid is looking at Clovis. "Might be a bit of a trial for him though."

When the kid doesn't stop looking at Clovis, Nico pinches his ear and he tucks his face into Nico's side instead. He gives a ragged breath but Nico's easygoing look doesn't change.

It flits to the top of his tongue, but Nico answers before Percy has a chance to open his mouth.

"Ker," he says, "is his mom."

There is little Percy has forgotten from any of his underworld adventures, including being chased by those spirits while trying to stop Ethan from escaping with the sword. Violent death and disease. Feasted on human flesh. They couldn't kill, but they could harm and give death a jumpstart.

Percy's shoulder gives a phantom throb at the reminder.

"Didn't know she'd be interested in having kids," he says.

Nico's lip twitches and his arm curved around Joel's shoulders tightens him closer. "He's technically adopted." Joel's face tilts further away from Percy. "She thought he was cute."

There's definitely more to that story that Percy doesn't know how to ask about, so he just agrees passively that Joel is cute and they move on. Joel doesn't speak to anyone but Nico or make eye contact. He's a barnacle on Nico's side.

All Percy can focus on is his bright orange shirt and the violent death that thrums in his veins and how close he is to Nico. It would be accidental, Percy thinks, if Joel killed him. It's clear he likes Nico. It would be accidental if Nico was torn to shreds.

Percy wonders how easy it would be to get water into his lungs from the bottle he drinks from, how suspicious it would be if he drowned on dry land. Quickly he leaves with rushed goodbye. His hands are already plunging into pockets for his keys. He doesn't hear Nico's goodbye.

That night he dreads his dreams more than ever.

Joel is there this time. His face is wet, half hidden in shadows. Nico is front of him, sword out, protective. Then things slip and it's not Nico and Joel anymore, but one older girl and two younger kids behind her. The kids look terrified but the girl is enraged. Her obsidian sword slashes at someone rushing forward.

The world is too bright, Percy thinks. There are no shadows. It's like the sun is standing in front of them.

The girl shouts and beats off a pair of people who charge at her. With snapped necks, they fall to the ground in front of her. She yells and shoves her sword into the ground.

It splits so easily. The grass trembles. The earth rumbles. Skeletal hands claw out of the ground. Hazy spectres join them. The girl turns and grabs the kids while people fight the entities she summoned. The world is so bright, but there's shadows at the edge of the sunlight. She won't stop running. One of the kids runs alongside her. The other is held in her arms.

The shadows twist and flex towards them. It's unable to spread into the light. They're closing in. The first kid is closer, free of the weight of another person. The shadows greet her but she stumbles to a sudden stop, spinning around and staring pleadingly at the girl Percy realizes is one of Nico's half-sisters from long before.

Are the kids' Joel's half-siblings? he wonders.

"Go!" the girl shouts. The kid hesitates but the girl shouts again, "GO!"

The shadows swallow the kid with a wispy black maw. The girl is almost there when the ground creaks and groans. It rumbles violently, separating and splitting at the very seams. The earth opens before her.

Percy can see the decision she makes before she makes it, jumping over a gap in the earth before it splits too wide. She doesn't stop running even as she tosses the other kid into the air. He screams, a bloodcurdling thing that chills Percy down to his bones.

The shadows catch him. And he's gone.

The girl pants, gripping her knees as she bends over. The earth stops quaking. There's a few seconds where the only sound is panting. But as the people they were fleeing from close in, the girl laughs breathlessly and turns around.

"Isn't it fun when we chase each other?" she says. "I think we should do that more."

The leader of the little group is some tall boy who looks like he's never smiled in his life. He's bulky. Each muscle bulges and he glares. The girl is unphased.

"How dare you?" he seethes.

She rolls her eyes. "Well, my dad protects their parents." She grins, eyes dark like the void. Her hands flex at her side. "Why shouldn't I protect them? Especially since you refuse to listen to reason." She gestures widely. "Just because Chthonic is in the title doesn't mean it's bad. Chthonic means dirt, earth." She just her chin towards one of the kids. "You are technically Chthonic." She shrugs. "Besides, you fucking morons, they're kids. What kind of dipshit is scared of little kids just because their dad picks up dead people for a living?"

Her arms haven't lowered from where she's spread them. Her hands flex again, each finger tapping in the air, one after the other. Percy can't hear anything else that's said. It all goes muffled. It's obvious arguing. Judging from the pulled weapons, there are threats abound.

Then the earth breaks.

It's not the same as the earthquake before. This is a complete cave-in, the ground falling out from under their feet. She's the only person who doesn't look terrified to be falling. They all disappear into darkness. Like teeth chomping, the earth slams back together and seals itself over.

Then there's his ceiling. His fan is going in fast circles, a soft whrrrrr.

Sweat is sticky against his neck. Oh, he thinks.

Violent death and disease being present at every meal, every training, every campfire song. Someone was probably unnerved by it. Unnerved by him. Nico's protective hold was a wall in front of the bomb. It needed to be broken down so the danger could be disposed of, bomb defused.

He doesn't know when he grabbed his phone. Only aware of it pressed to his ear by the ringing. It goes for a while. His stomach churns.

A tired "H'lo?" passes through.

His stomach doesn't settle. "Hey, Nico. Sorry." He glances at his clock and winces. "Did I wake up?"

Nico snorts. "No," he grumbles. "I'm a vampire." Quiet breathing, tense silence. "Percy? Why are we on the phone right now?"

"I..." Percy pauses. Glances up to his ceiling fan, still spinning in fast circles. "I just. Had a weird dream." Nico makes a "go on" noise. Percy bites his lip and leans against the wall, drawing his knees up to his bare chest. "Have any of your siblings had to..."

Fight against other campers? Run with a pair of kids people wanted to kill because they thought they were dangerous? Commit suicide to stop those from going after the kids once they were safely away somewhere else?

There's nothing good in those questions.

He closes his eyes. "What was camp like for your siblings? Before?"

"Uh." There's some rustling. "Not good. Most campers didn't trust us because of the whole Underworld children thing. Lucky for them, my dad doesn't really go around spawning kids on a monthly basis."

Percy snorted. His fingers wove themselves into his sheets so tight they started to go numb.

"But we didn't have a lot of friends. People avoided us."

Blood on dark grass flickers through Percy's mind. "Or killed you," he blurts out.

His mind shuts down at the words. He can't process what he's said, barely hearing the whrrr of his ceiling fan or the sound of his own breath. His skin floats away from him. Then pulls back solid when Nico says, "How did you know that?"

He swallows thickly. "Like I said. Weird dream."

"About my siblings being killed at camp?"

Nico viciously protecting Joel comes to mind and sticks in place. "No," he says after a beat. "Technically I think she committed murder-suicide."

"Which one?"

Percy hates that question. Sourness floods his tongue and he answers with a gritted, "I didn't get a name. She was fighting off other campers, trying to protect a couple other kids from getting hurt."

A sarcastic little laugh echoes through the receiver. "Yeah, that's happen more than once."

The sheets unwind from his numb fingertips. "Fuck."

"It's been over five thousand years, Percy," Nico says. "Things tend to repeat themselves a few times." Percy doesn't know what to say to that. "Why were you dreaming about one of my sisters anyway?"

"I don't know," he says. It's the truth. He has no idea. But he has theories. And he has fears. "She was just there."

Nico is quiet. The sound of his breathing is steady, and Percy hones in on it. He matches each inhale and exhale with his own breaths.

When Nico does speak again, he almost sounds far away. "That's odd." There's a creak and a thump, like feet hitting the tile. "Is that why you were talking to Clovis?"

No. "Yeah."

"Interesting." His voice is faint, before suddenly loud and fast. "Hey, I have to go."

Percy's stomach churns violently. "But-"

His words speed fast together as he says, "I have to go do something, I'll call you back later."

There's no dial tone, just a loud clattering that makes Percy's heart drop directly into his stomach. Clovis's sleepy voice eclipses to max volume in his head. And prophecies... I guess you wouldn't know until it happens.

A dozen thoughts blur through his mind as he hikes up the window to the fire escape outside his bedroom. He should tell his mom he's leaving, he should call Grover, he should call Annabeth, he should make someone check on Nico.

He gropes around the top of his dresser for a spare dog whistle then blows through it hard and sharp as he clambours out through the window, shirtless, shoeless, and panicking.

Mrs. O'Leary barks up at him from the dark alleyway. Shadows still cling to her dark fur. He doesn't even bother racing down the stairs. Just throws himself over the railing. Nico's name echoes in his head like a broken record as he falls. Soft fur grips tight in his hands. He doesn't feel the pain of landing, shadows swallowing them both before he can even recognize that he did.

It's strange to appear just a few feet away from a gaggle of kids threatening your cousin and the kid he's chosen to protect. Behind the group yelling words Percy can't hear under the roar of blood in his ears, there's a couple other kids - twins of Erebus - sneaking towards them.

They get close.

But they get caught.

Nico snaps forward and Percy's hitting the ground before he understands what's happening. It goes by so fast, he can barely remember his own actions. Everyone's still breathing. But banged up heavily, or unconscious. Joel is crying wheezy little tears while his aunts try to comfort him, and Nico...

Nico is gripped so tight in Percy's arms that Percy worries he might've broken something. He relaxes slow. Nico detaches. Mrs. O'Leary's hot breath huffs against the top of his head. Nico gives her a pat on the nose, not looking at Percy as he turns to Joel and checks in on him.

Percy's watching the slump of bruised campers before him. His blood feels too hot. Sweat drips down his back but his skin is too dry. He takes a step forward. A hand shoves against his chest and he gazes down at void eyes.

The world slams back into place.

He breathes.

"You are ocean water," Nico says very quietly. "Not blood and human viscera."

His mouth is dry. There's something inside him that wants. "Water is water."

"Not like that," Nico says. Percy swallows and steps back. Nico lowers his hand. Then turns to face Joel and the twins. His voice brightens up, feigned cheeriness, as he marches towards them. "Joel, do you want to go live with my brother's cult?"

Distantly Percy feels like he remembers Nico saying something about that once, but he can't remember what, so his mind draws question marks he doesn't ask as he twists on his heel. Nico crouches, speaking in a steady soft tone. The girls are holding each other's hands. They spare looks for the people who were scared of their nephew, and spare looks towards Percy. It's the same look.

They look away when Nico says something to them, vanishing hand-in-hand into shadows. Nico whistles and Mrs. O'Leary approaches with heavy steps. Joel hugs her leg. His ragged breaths are wheezed tired and weary into her fur. Nico keeps a steady hand on his back.

There is no murder-suicide this time. Instead the shadows swell and deposits the twins, with Mr. D and Chiron beside them. Nico cuts them off when Chiron tries to question him. He takes long way out with the girls on either side of him towards the Apollo cabin.

He doesn't follow the girls back into the woods with healers on their tail. Instead he opens the door to the Hades cabin and sits on a wooden chair. There's a buzz of white noise from a nearby noise machine. Otherwise everything is quiet. Nico's phone sits where it had been dropped to the ground minutes before.

His blood still feels too hot.

It feels like hours later when Nico walks in. However, the clock on the wall says it's only been twenty minutes. Joel is tucked up into his side. He goes down without a fight into Nico's bed. Lets himself be tucked in and drift off. Then Nico pulls another chair around and settles down in front of Percy, straddling the chair backwards. His arms cross over the top. His chin rests on folded wrists.

They watch each other. Then Nico moves to rest his cheek on his wrists instead. "You've been having those dreams for a while?"

Percy makes an affirmative noise.

"They haven't really been about my siblings, have they?"

He doesn't answer that. Instead, he says, "If people kept doing things like this, why didn't you guys make your own place?"

"We did," Nico says. "A few times actually. But no one liked that they didn't know what we were doing. So they made us come back to be hated and suffer." He snorts. "The old adage - keeps your friends close and enemies closer."

Percy doesn't laugh. "Why did she adopt him?"

Nico lifts his head. "Some things had happened when she found him. She took an interest and gave him her blessing."

"What things?"

Nico looks to the ceiling. "Things that help her fill her fridge with food to eat." His eyes flicker back down to Percy. "Only Chiron and Mr. D know the specifics. But Joel is fine." He glances over his shoulder. "He's a good kid. No one needs to be scared of him." He turns back to Percy. "Now answer my question."

Blood still too hot, Percy stares at a spot just above Nico's head. Then grits his teeth. "I don't like watching you die."

"I'm not scared of dying," Nico says. "None of us are. It's why it's always been so easy to take care of them. Take the dislike, take the insults, take the threats."

Percy stares at him. Then repeats, "I don't like watching you die."

Nico stares back. "You're not going to."

It's hard to believe that. So he leans forward, reaching out to grab the top of Nico's chair and pull it down until he can feel Nico's cool breath against his skin. "If I keep having those dreams, I'm gonna take a page from your dad's book and kidnap you."

Nico's lips twitch, but his voice stays even. "Then I guess you should keep in mind to make room in your dungeon because I'll be bringing a few people along." He lifts a hand and strokes a thumb down the side of Percy's face. "I heard your siblings were pretty protective too." His fingers slip away. Percy's skin yearns. "Something about how the ocean drowns what it loves and drowns what it hates."

That's not protection, Percy thinks. It's possession.

But he doesn't say that outloud.

Not yet.

He slowly lets the chair fall backwards until it lands stable on all four legs. He wants to deny Nico's statement about drowning. But he has - at least what he hates. Ahkyls, the mountain lion that tried to attack Grover, those kids. Only one success. But the want, the need...

"I should head home," he says slowly. It takes him a minute to process his words and stand up, heading for the door.

Nico makes a low noise and stands too. "Sweet dreams," he says once Percy has walked out into the night, still barefoot and shirtless.

Percy climbs onto Mrs. O'Leary's back. "I hope so."

#back on my bullshit lmao #happy talks pjo #percy jackson #nico di angelo #my writing #my fanfic #and it is 1am and i need to sleep so im just gonna. stop.#not even gonna review it to see if it makes sense bc im just. so tired rn.#but yeah i have been obsessed with the concept of percy having dreams of the past to indicate the future #and it's always about nico's past half-siblings getting bullied by campers as a hint that someone there is gonna do something hinky to him #okay niiiiiight

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aristaspark · 3 days ago

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Do you have headcanons about the time Brooklynn and Kenji were living together (fluffy, angsty, spicy etc)

Hello Anon,

Wow, as crazy as it sounds, I didn't really think about it 🤣 But I will happily do so 😁 Dunno if I'm any good at this but this could be fun. It's not only headcanons about when they were living together sorry I realized I misread afterwards 🤣

Young Kenlynn headcanons :

- When the kids came back to the mainland, Brooklynn's dads were living very far away from the Bowman's household. But her dads were so happy she'd finally managed to make friends with people her age and to have her first boyfriend that they immediately moved so that she could be with Kenji (it's canon they're used to moving). Everybody kept it a secret from Kenji until one day, on a random aftertoon, Brooklynn showed up to his door and told him that she was now living in the same city. It took Kenji an entire week to realize that she wasn't messing with him, and needless to say that he was the happiest.

- Each year during the campers traditional Halloween costume contest, Brooklynn and Kenji come dressed up as Esther Stone and Dante Mathews (who are dating in the series). They dressed up as them on the first year they did the contest and it has become their little tradition. Brooklynn isn't against the idea of changing costumes (she very much wants to win the contest, especially since Yasmina is always winning. Her and Kenji won it the first year but never after that since they always dress up as the same thing 🤣) but she knows Kenji loves their little tradition so she does it for him. Of course the rest of the camp fam finds them freaking annoying 🤣🤣.

- They had a bit of a hard time at the beggining of their relationship navigating their very public relationship and handling the "fans" (both Brooklynn's former audience and the Nublar 6 fans). They tried their best to keep their relationship out of the public eye but there was only so much they could do. While Brooklynn was used to fame and was able to ignore the comments, Kenji got really self-conscious because her fans were saying that she could do better, that she was playing him or that she was only in it for his money. At some point Brooklynn realized that it was bothering him and it made her furious. She posted the most adorable picture of them that she had on her phone on her instagram, stating in the caption that she loved Kenji, that she couldn't dream of a better boyfriend and asking her fans to respect their relationship. She even pinned the post. Kenji never told her but it made him feel so loved he cried 🤧.

Adult Kenlynn:

- They're both horny af. I mean. Look at them in Chaos Theory. They're attracted to each other and they're making it everyone else's problem, constantly flirting and making out (the camp fam always has to ask them to tone their displays of affection down 🤣)

- Brooklynn started spending more and more time at Kenji's trailer after he bought it, to the point where you can say that she had unofficially moved in. One night, as they were cuddling under the starry sky under a blanket, Kenji finally gathered the courage and asked her if they could make it official, making the argument that he had bought a support to put in the shower for her collection of colored-hair shampoo and an espresso machine, and that she could hardly move in more than that. She laughed, and she officially moved in after that.

- They both can't cook to save their lives. Brooklynn has an awful diet since she has always been used to eating out (she eats very little, often forgets to eat, and when she does it's mostly junk food and sweets). Kenji tries to cook meals for the both of them since he wants a healthy diet (as he's into sports) and more importantly he wants Brooklynn to eat full nutritious meals, but he always messes it up and they often end up ordering food. But he keeps trying and Brooklynn finds it adorable. She bought him an apron with "Chief Kon" written on it and he wears it everytime he butchers a meal.

- After she'd moved in Kenji started looking for a bigger bed as the one in his trailer could barely fit two people, and he wanted Brooklynn to feel confortable. When Brooklynn found out, she was flabbergasted. She'd grown to love being squiched in the bed with Kenji, to feel close to him and to find him under her when she woke up during the nights. This caused a huge misunderstanding because Brooklynn took it as Kenji wanting more space from her, so she sulked a little and he didn't understand why because he was really doing it thinking of her well being. Eventually she told him that she very much DIDN'T want a bigger bed, but that if he wanted it she understood and he was like I DON'T WANT ONE EITHER, I THOUGHT YOU'D WANT ONE. Turns out they both love to be spoons too much to get a bigger bed.

- Kenji WOULDN'T go to sleep until Brooklynn was home from work. Doesn't matter if she came home at 9PM, 11PM, 4AM, he would always wait for her to be home to sleep. Brooklynn told him she didn't want him to do that and that she felt guilty because she often came home late, but he told her that he refused to stop as he couldn't sleep until he was sure that she had come home safely and, more importantly, that she wasn't spending sleepless nights over-working herself. Over time Brooklynn started coming home earlier because she couldn't stand that Kenji could be lacking sleep because of her. She actually started having more energy because she slept more, thanks to him.

- When Kenji first started rock-climbing, Brooklynn gave him loads of advice and warnings as, of course, she had already unboxed rock-climbing. Kenji found it a little annoying and told her that he knew what he was doing and that for once, he wanted to achieve something on his own. While she understood, Brooklynn couldn't help but continue lecturing him on how to practice safe rock-climbing. Kenji eventually understood that she was just worried sick he was going to get hurt or fall but that in typical Brooklynn fashion she couldn't voice it nor admit to it, which was the reason she was giving him all this advice. He confronted her and she bashfully denied, but her red cheeks made it clear he was spot on. After that she never gave him any advice on rock-climbing again because she was too embarrassed 🤣.

- Kenji LOVES to give Brooklynn massages. And of course she loves it too. It's one of the rare moments where she gets to really get rid of the tension she accumulates. At least once a week, she lies down on the bed on her belly and he give her a full back/shoulder oily massage while they chat. It either ends with the both of them cuddling and falling asleep as they whisper to each other, or with the most passionate, extravagant, scandalous and oily devils tango.

- Kenji is the one who offered Brooklynn the helmet with pink strikes. She had initially received the plain looking grey helmet when she'd bought the motocycle as a present for herself on her adoption birthday, but it was very much tailored for a man's head (because why would a girl buy a motocycle, duh). Kenji secretly had a new helmet made specially for her and gave it to her as a present. That's the main reason she loves it so much.

- They often go on motocycle trips, for 2 to 3 days. They do it at least once a month, with a different destination each time. Brooklynn drives and they either stop at a hotel, at an inn, or simply camp. Kenji doesn't like to drive motocycles (trauma from Nublar probably), but he finds it strangely enjoyable to be on the passenger seat behind Brooklynn. And Brooklynn LOVES their little escapades, it's one of her favorite thing to do with Kenji. She loves to feel his arms around her waist while she drives.

- Brooklynn is actually SUPER messy. Her secret appartment was kept clean because she only used it for her work and it needed to be practical, but her actual living place is another story. She always leaves her shirts, panties, shoes on the floor. Kenji used to be messy but living with Brooklynn (in a place so small at that) slowly made him change 🤣.

#hope it was good #it's almost 1am in France as I'm writing it so sorry if it's badly worded #I loved doing this actually #who would have thought I would enjoy thinking of happy Kenlynn ?#camp cretaceous #jwcc #chaos theory #jwct #brooklynn #kenji kon #darius bowman #sammy gutierrez #yasmina fadoula #ben pincus #anon ask #headcanons #kenlynn

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rinsko · 4 months ago

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spring cleaned so hard i found my missing airpod < 3

#. am exhausted .. but so happy everything is squeaky clean :’3 #. i have to go shower now and that always takes me forever TT ❤️‍🩹 so i am taking a teeny tiny toombz break #. hi friends i hope your first day of spring was lovely :’3 🌷 another season together !!! how wonderful is that #. i’m looking forward to the weather! although ca weather is always a little bizarre #. it is almost 90° next monday what the freakness ..#. it goes down after that but this is making me panicky for summer weather ACK …. i will burn and melt and cry #. well what can u do :’3 (turn on the ac!)#. it’s okay it’s okay …. twenty-something summers have not killed me yet >:3 #. must go now .. it is almost 1am ….#. work mañana! so i will be here sporadically sobsob #. locking in next week guys i swear … i’ve Gotta write something …..#. it’ll be either angst or fluff so it all depends on how customers treat me over the weekend < 3 SHHDHDHSNS #. mwah i love you thank you for spending another season with me 💗

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muraenide · 2 months ago

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ill be back home in 2 days but if there was anything this holiday trip with 7 other people has taught me its the fact that i truly am the only person who sleeps regular hours :/

#𖦹 ⋆꙳ ⁄ ooc.#// i also got nicknamed polar bear bc i sleep with the AC turned on at 16C and these people sleep with an 25C AC HDNHDDJD #// im happy tho bc i get an entire room to myself 😎#// and the others sleep at 1am-2am while my brain stops being coherent after 1p #// 10*#// inrl commetary #// my blogs queue is going to run out on saturday gmt+8 but i shall be back for more writing >:3c

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ziskandra · 6 months ago

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I would love to hear why East Richmond exists

Firstly: apologies it took me a couple of days to reply to this ask. I needed the time to untangle my complicated feelings toward East Richmond's existence.

One of the primary justifications that can be made for East Richmond's existence is simple: the early bird gets the worm. East Richmond was built in 1860, preceding Burnley's opening by 20 years. The route 70 tram down Swan Street hadn't been created yet either, and wouldn't be for several more decades. The real question, of course, is why it continues to exist, especially given how much rail infrastructure has disappeared over the years. This is a little bit more speculative on my part.

In the 1960s, the track between East Richmond and Burnley was quadrupled with the creation of an express track in both the inbound and outbound directions. Both stations are provisioned with infrastructure which allows for trains to leave the express track and continue their journeys via the non-express track. This means the section of track between Richmond and Camberwell is one of the few places in the metropolitan train network where express trains are actually express (i.e., capable of overtaking each other during ordinary train operations). Theoretically, other lines have junctions where some of the same capability should exist (holding a stopping all stations service on one platform so the express train can run ahead of it) but as the same infrastructure hasn't been built, there is no effective way to build a timetable that makes better use of the functionality.

It is also worth noting that prevailing wisdom suggests that it is always preferred to hold a train at a platform as customers tend to get antsy about being stuck on a stationary train that they can't get off 🥲.

Long story short, East Richmond station (and more importantly, the points/turnouts that have been grandfathered in because of it) has allowed for better timetable capacity for trains travelling through to Camberwell and Glen Waverley. At this point it would probably cost more money to get rid of it than to let it be, so East Richmond lives on to fight another day! I am also lead to believe it has surprisingly good patronage numbers given its relative lack of actual services.

#the REAL reason I think East Richmond exists however is to be VEXATIOUS #it is FAR too easy for a signaller to accidentally run a train that is MEANT to stop at East Richmond down the express line instead #and there is only a few seconds to correct the mistake given #the close proximity of Richmond station #it is very frustrating to write an incident report for a station skip when it can be seen on the cctv that nobody was waiting there #and that nobody would be waiting there #because it's 1am #and it's East Richmond #but that's just what I've heard 🫢#asha answers #tess-is-elated #sidenote: was very happy to see your name in my inbox #and in general as well #i hope you've been doing well #just train things #just melbourne things #just australia things #always here to answer questions of this nature #and always probably in more detail than anyone could have dared anticipate (even myself) 🫡

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max05nb · 8 months ago

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Day 19:

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Here's Scott redesign/my take on his design, Unlike El's this one is actually quite different than the card design, I took a lot of inspo from Pinterest necromancers and other artist who drawn his design, I tried to combine elements from everything to make it mine, hope you guy love it as much as I!

There was a lot of experimenting with him (I figured out the shocking fact that he in fact doesn't have straight hair most likely) and the pose do not make sense (Idk what I was thinking) but I'm happy with the results!

I included more color variety, white lilies on the hat representing Milo and I kinda made the belt have eyes, idk if you can see it or nah

He also has his little gecko friend! That I kid you not spent at least half an hour searching for his name just to come up empty handed... Did he not name them?? Did I just miss it?? Idk

Just to show how smart decision go into these, the reason why he doesn't have the Loincloth (I spent 10 minutes looking for the name of it) is because it's annoying to draw in a siting position. Specifically in the sitting position I usually draw him. Yeah that's it I'm just to lazy to figure out gravity so nahh

Also you see how my designs lack patterns that were my favorite parts from the card designs? Yeah I'm just too lazy to draw them, I know, not very cutesy nor demure of me '^'

Random add ons: I added a another skull, now he has a skull on his hat. Couldn't decide on nose, went with how I'm feeling at the time of drawing. I drawn the wand that turns him into a ghost and drawn two options for a broom, I went with the second opinion btw. I can't get over the fact not even his is straight, the skin has a hair style much closer to wavy almost definitely not straight like how I thought. Should have known, Scott is as close to straight as a circle.

I was debating his earrings a lot, I wanted him to have multiple but couldn't figure out what type. Btw here's lore I made up on a wimp he definitely got his earrings from Milo and never takes them off because of that as it was a gift for his birthday or something. This is now canon to the comic I'm making. Was it important not? But I'm writing this post at 1am because I procrastinate.

He would make it into Edna's nightmares from Incredibles with all the lose fabric he has on most possible designs, he even got a cape in the final one, he's asking to be suck into a plane propellers.

Making this design also made me discover a new artist, so funny story, my phone was broken so I couldn't really use it to listen to music so I used my sister's laptop, I also used that for ref pic btw, and the laptop is logged into her account. I didn't want to mess up her YouTube history and was too lazy to log in the try to log out of my Google account so I opened up incognito, I typed in YouTube and searched "necromancer playlist" and let the ai do it's thing. I'm not kidding when I say this, you can check it for yourself, the second playlist is literally called "playlist for the non binary necromancers" like it was made for me specifically xd Btw really good compilation kudos to whoever made it! Anyway the new artist I found is Bear Ghost, specifically recommend Necromancin dancin and Starkiller.

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fortune-maiden · 6 months ago

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Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Cheng Xiaoshi & Qiao Ling, Cheng Xiaoshi & Lu Guang Characters: Cheng Xiaoshi, Qiao Ling (Link Click) Additional Tags: Lu Guang is also here just passed out with a fever, Link Click Bridon Arc | Yingdu Chapter, Link Click Bridon Arc | Yingdu Chapter Spoilers, Hurt/Comfort, long distance phone calls, Cheng Xiaoshi and Qiao Ling Are Siblings, also I miss Qiao Ling, Written before Bridon Ep 5, so probably not canon compliant for later eps, somewhat a sickfic?, Set during that part of Bridon Ep 4. You know the one Summary:

Before he knew it, his phone was in his hands, pressed to his ear, the long drawn out dial tone a new kind of torture, until finally,

“Hello—

“Qiao Ling! Help! Lu Guang collapsed and I don’t know what to do!” - Cheng Xiaoshi is used to taking care of himself.

Others, not so much…

Bridon Ep 4 really was such a gift and I’m jumping on the bandwagon of CXS’s terrible horrible no good very bad night - the first one :3

#link click #qiao ling #cheng xiaoshi #fortune's fanfics #the end of Ep 4 could be called CSX's terrible horrible no good very bad night redux #Link Click has decided no one is allowed to have good nights anymore #anyway i hope you enjoy!#i'm really happy about the influx of sickfic and art post ep 4 and wanted to write something too >.<#(actually i wanted to write this after my last fic haha)#(i'd even considering including it there but it ended up scrapped)#(partly because it was 1am and I had very little time to edit then)

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wanderingchocolateeclair · 6 months ago

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Merry Christmas Everyone :D!!!!!!

Hope you all have a wonderful day and time, whatever time it may be for you <3

#Its technically 1am the next day for me now #and so sorry i havent been able to post anything for christmas #i have things that i am working on but i havent had the time to get them finished in time #so yall will get them a few days late ;-;#had a big wedding to perform at today so have had no time to draw write or celebrate alas #hope you all have lovely merry times #and if you dont celebrate christmas i hope you have a wonderful day filled with happy times and nice things <3

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aizawashuichi · 4 months ago

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hate hate hate that I am no longer used to write on my phone.

#I would write 1000-1500 words at night by simply typing on my phone at 1am #but now I don't feel like I am able to even write a short scene #and I have to wait until I'm home to get to my computer #but it'll be too late (aka 10 pm) when I get there and by 11pm I have to be in bed so I can wake up at 6am again #let me fix these fucking chapters 😭😭 my hands are itchy to fix this awful continuity error #so I can update once a week as I wanted to #if I finish chapter 5 and get to chapter 6 maybe I can post chapter 4 but I need to have chapter 5 completely done #cuz I have Jessica have a silent meltdown at the end of chapter 5 that I'm no longer happy with #cuz it's a bit too convoluted even for me #and I hate how little free time I have #I was supposed to work on it from 6:45pm to 7:30pm on my tablet cuz I bought a keyboard so technically it's like a mini pc #but my uni friends felt the need to keep me company so they invited me to a bar to drink something #and I couldn't tell them that I actually wanted to be alone to write some dumb fanfiction #so I accepted and while I enjoyed it. I couldn't stop thinking about this fic 😭#I can't even read others' ff cuz my mind is just thinking about mine.#I already feel bad about not being able to comment per chapter anymore as I used to #so I have to give it my utmost attention at least #whatever. me rambling.#personal

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miercolaes · 1 year ago

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normalize your villains. writing wise. i think everyone knows villain behavior irl would get you a ticket straight to the highest security prison out there. but this is about building a fictional world. for context, i've recently been on a rewatch for the show once upon a time and this time, i've tried to stay impartial to the characters storylines. the villains seems irredemable in the first season and frankly, i'm disappointed that this changes. hear me out !!!!!

my version of wednesday addams is for the most part chaotic neutral. wherever the current sails, she'll follow. sure, wednesday has the potential to grow and have (somewhat) healthy relationships in her life, but at the end of the day, she's not a hero. she's not even the anti-hero. sometimes it plays out like that and she might look the part, but she's not good goddammit.

for the crimes that she've committed? guilty as charged. for all the people she had hurt? guilty as charged. for all the misery she'll cause others? you guessed it, guilty as fucking charged. i'm not going to water her down.

in my mind, the addamses were always the outliers, but with the bestest of intentions. morticia and gomez welcomed vile strangers into their homes and tried their very best to make them feel comfortable in their home. they have a skewed perception for the world, something that's unusual, morbid, downright grotesque. edgar allan poe, which netflix glorified and here i am doing a shoutout to train my beloved, would tremble had he known of the addamses. morticia and gomez are kind, in their way. but you know who never really was?

their kids. in the comics (both by the og author and some others icr the author, but more closer to our time), pugsley was the devil incarnate. he showed no remorse, he was clearly thrilled by the suffering he caused others. but i suppose the directors changed the storyline and made wednesday the brand new puglsey in the 90s movies. she showed no emotion, she was a okay with murdering her own, even if she knew as luck as it, their younger brother pubert would live. this time around, wednesday was the devil incarnate.

and i agree with the canon, she can be incredibly intelligent and even more ruthless than she is intelligent. but one thing i've noticed is that, she notices her parents being taken for granted. she is aware that others will use morticia and gomez's kindness against them. sure, they can take it, that's their thing after all. but wednesday noticed everything since she was a kid and she remembers.

and guess what?

just because someone went through hell and back (even if said hell is not the worst that could happen), that doesn't mean someone will come out kind and good. wednesday will forever doubt anyone in her life and she will push them away, just as she'll try to give them the world. but no matter the good she does, at the end of the day, she is the villain. it's not the addams family, it's just the kids and i say that because pugsley and pubert have the same rights as wednesday does.

at the end of the day, being evil after witnessing evil is okay. fiction wise, i feel like reminding. some characters are irredemable. just because they do good things sometimes that doesn't make them good. just like doing bad things sometimes doesn't make them bad. but here's the catch with the addamses. they always, always own up who they are. wednesday no exception to the rule.

wednesday, the villain, can do good things. she can save your muse, she can enjoy your muse's company, she can love your muse. but all of this, all the good things do come from a villain. did she deserve the awful treatment she and her family got in canon? of course not, that we can all agree on. but it doesn't matter what happened, what matters is what choices they make afterward. wednesday will always choose herself. wednesday doesn't pick good, she willingly chooses evil.

sure, a villain is capable of love. a villain is capable of both good and bad. but look at how it always ends. wednesday is a villain and she will suffer, your muse too if you dare to come too close. it's not fair, i know. but this is just my theory, vero's theory. and, you may expect it by now,

please, normalize your villains.

#its 1am and im thinking thoughts #tired too i helped mom and grandma cook 2day #but hear me out #normalize your villains!!!!#just because they do good things doesn't make them good #let evil win #this isnt fairytale (if you're not writing a fairytale muse that is)#and even in fairytales bad wins sometimes #it teaches us that bad can win and it isn't entirely as 'bad' as we might think #its part of the story #yin yang good bad hero villain you name it #none exist without the other #villains can be good too but they're designed to have the worst fates #but so be it #ive never stuck with a character as long as i stuck with wednesday and its exactly because of this #shes a villain. she may appear like a sheep but that just wolfs coat #shes not just existing. she will cause chaos and destruction everywhere she goes. in more ways than we can think.#and that's most likely why i stuck with her. it's interesting writing her. she can be good just as she can be bad #but everyone knows shes the villain. and it will catch up with everyone.#not every character deserves a happy ending and not everyone gets it. wednesday certainly doesnt #♱ vero stfu.#im tired can u tell

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