#i think i might sound silly with this one

[adieutristana]

Could you do headcanons about jinx x polar opposite Reader for example who is cheerful, optimistic, positive, calm and just lightness?

of course! thank you for the request <3

summary; headcanons of jinx with a girlfriend who is her polar opposite.

characters included; jinx

tags/warnings; fluff, slight hurt/comfort, mentions of poor mental health

men dni.

✧.* i think jinx would definitely be surprised at first, and depending on different traits she'd feel different ways- though she'd grow to love all of them.

✧.* when it comes to your cheerfulness, jinx finds it refreshing. she's cheerful and kooky in her own way (when she's in a good state of mind), and finding someone who shares that with her is a welcome surprise! especially in zaun with the company she keeps, she isn't at all used to this.

✧.* though optimism is a bit different, because she hasn't had that in years, probably not since before she was taken in by silco as a child. she's a jinx after all, everyone who gets close to her dies, she's weak. that's what she thinks, but you're constantly reassuring her that things will be okay. and even if they aren't, things have a way of working themselves out.

✧.* "none of those things you think about yourself are true, okay?" your tone is firm, and as much as jinx wants to argue, she knows there's no getting through to you like this. "...if you say so," she mutters.

✧.* "hey, it's alright," you murmur. jinx has just barely missed a task in a job, and to say she's pissed is an understatement. "will it, though?" she bites, though her tone doesn't deter you from placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "it will be. you can try again, and you'll get it this time! i know you will."

✧.* your positivity is a bit alarming to her, but i think she'd grow to love it. again, it isn't common in zaun- but to have a constant warm presence by her side is reassuring, the fact you're so cheerful and calm does eventually rub off on her. it's bound to, the way you're constantly kissing her cheeks with a wide smile, your laughter becomes her favorite sound, and you talk about your own life with such a positive cadence.

✧.* jinx also finds comfort and safety in you. her mind is a scary place after all, but you always seem to know exactly what to say to get her back on her feet. and even on the odd occasion you don't, you're there to scoop her into your arms and whisper soft reassurances to her. "shh, you're alright," you murmur, your voice nothing short of sweet and loving while you press soft kisses to her temple. "just focus on me, okay? i'm not going anywhere."

✧.* she lovingly refers to you as the 'light of her life' because to jinx, that's exactly what you are. a constant ray of sunshine, shining on her and making her glow like she never has before. you've changed her, that much is clear.

✧.* she finds your cheerfulness adorable after a while of being with you, she loves seeing your wide smile and bright eyes. loves the way you get excited over the smallest things, like seeing a cute cat on the street or hearing your favorite song on the radio.

✧.* "baby, baby, look! isn't he cute?" you'd fawn, immediately running to crouch beside a stray. "that thing might have a disease, you know," she'd chuckle, though there's no malice in her tone. "i'm sure he doesn't. he's just so adorable!"

✧.* one of her favorite things to do is pepper kisses all over your face until you're laughing so hard you can barely catch your breath. your laughter is one of jinx's favorite sounds in the world, next to your sweet voice.

✧.* "jinx, stoooop! that- ah! that tickles!" a kiss to your cheek, then another tip of your nose. "can't," she chuckles, pressing another kiss your forehead. "you're too cute like this, you know?"

✧.* although it doesn't take much to make you happy, jinx will still go out of her way to try and put a smile on your face. she cares, and hates the thought of anything ever upsetting you- so expect constant gifts, bouts of affection, and silly gestures in an attempt to bring some joy to your life. it works every time, without fail.

[lilyinmysoul]

Crybaby

Joel Miller x FReader

WC: 2.6K

Summary: You get hurt after working on the farm all day. Joel fixes your injury and your mood.

Tags: Fingering (F receiving), kisses over underwear, blood in many capacities; ingestion of blood from wounds, ingestion of menstrual blood (brief), description of dead animal, reader is moody, implied large age gap—I imagine reader to be early twenties or something, unsanitary wound cleaning practices, Joel calls reader ‘Kiddo’ once—I am who I am.

Note: It’s been a while since I’ve written anything, and I suddenly remembered how much I love it after putting it off. With this one, I was thinking of sweet and fluffy—which it is—but I had to go and add blood as a major element, it’s not that bad. Pretty tame. I imagine this takes place on a little farm not unlike Ellie and Dina’s. Post outbreak.

“Ace! Come back, boy!”

You’d never loved an animal more, but the dog was a menace. A disobedient menace, and the horse could have been fed and brushed already in the time you’d spent trying to lure Ace back to the house.

The fence around the house was short and minimal, but the dog knew never to cross it unless accompanied by either you or Joel for hunting. So as it came closer in your view, you figure that you might get a break from the chasing.

“Ace, slow… slow down, boy,” you call breathlessly, pace quickening and boots trampling over the tall grass. Your walk turns to a jog, which turns to a run. “Do you want some food, Ace? Just come… back. Come back.”

A bark sounds from the Canine’s mouth, and you wonder if he’s punishing you. Joel had asked you to get Ace inside fifteen minutes ago, and it looked like it’d take fifteen more. Maybe you just needed to tire him out.

The dog is still running, but you’re gaining on him. You must look silly running in circles around the backyard, but you figure that once he stops, you’ll convince Ace to follow you back in.

“Ace… baby, come… shit!” When your ankle twists, it only causes a few throbs that jolt up your leg. However, when you hit the ground, it’s your knee that erupts with pain. “Damn you, dog!” Your yell is lost on him, and you watch his tail as he dashes through the grass.

Joel had always told you to wear pants while working outside, but you always much preferred your dresses in the sun. You pull back the hemline, now dusted lightly with dirt, revealing a knee skinned and cut, trickling with little drips of blood. It doesn’t look nice, and you look down at the ground around the wound for a moment, your eyes spacing out on the red rock perpetrator that did this to you as your knee aches like it’d been shot.

You can’t get up yet, so you stare out onto the field, a hot tear of both frustration and pain threatening and conquering your eye, dripping down your face—to your dismay. In your head, you curse that hell raising dog and wish it was dinner time. You are hungry and angry and hurting. The free hand that doesn’t hug your leg to your chest comes down in an aggravated slap against the dry earth underneath you, as if to make it suffer as much as you are, right now. You wipe away the frustrated tear with your wrist, careful not to touch your eyes with your dirty fingers.

Slowly, you lift yourself from the grass, your white dress now tainted by the earth. You set your eyes on the house and begin the walk back to it, your steps a little shaky and slow as your knee slowly drips. The house comes closer and you think that maybe your slight limp is making the trek even more painful. You hope that Joel won’t call you dramatic, and despite the only mild pain, you want to cry.

You swat a fly from your eyes, continuing your walk as you near the old wooden steps to the porch. The house was quaint, and its old, peeling paint felt like home in a way nothing else had. You could cry here if you wanted to, and you make a face at Ace, who sits comfortably by the decrepit mailbox as your boots step up onto the planks. The dog lounges comfortably and it pisses you off further, another wave of hot tears threatening your eyes as you slump down onto the bench on the deck.

Immediately, your elbows find your knees and your chin finds your hands, and you bury your face in them as you let out a frustrated sob. It’s a rather trivial thing, and you don’t think you ought to be crying, which upsets you further.

Through the gaps in your fingers, you see Ace stand up with a lighthearted growl, trotting up the wooden steps and over to the screen door, which is now opening on its rusty hinges.

You see Joel’s shadow on the deck through the mesh as the metal frame is pushed open, and he clicks his tongue at the eager dog.

“There y’are,” he mutters. Looking up you see that his gaze is focused on Ace, a dish of food in his hands. There’s a smell of meat and blood wafting from it—certainly not appetizing, but it reminds you of your hunger.

The dog gives a quiet bark, moving jumpily as Joel sets the bowl down on the bottom steps. He hadn’t seen you yet, you don’t think, so you wipe your face as you watch him.

Joel Looks out for a moment on the grass field outside, his eyes scanning the yard for your figure. You hadn’t brought the dog in, and you hadn’t been back when he asked you to be. He surveys the field for a moment before turning back toward the door, now finally laying eyes on your sitting and slouched figure.

When he sees the tear streaks on your face, he says your name softly, yet exasperatedly. You meet his eyes, a little embarrassed, feeling petulant yet dignified.

His eyes wander down to your knee, red and cut, stinging and exposed, and then to your dress, a little dirty and stained with a bit of dirt and grass. He inhales and rubs his forehead. “Angel, what happened?”

You look over at Ace, your anger having subsided into a moody melancholy. The dog is happily lapping up rabbit guts as you rest your chin in your hands, annoyed. “I fell.”

“Okay…” Joel coaxes. He’s unsure whether the source of your sadness is the pain of your injury, or if you’re just feeling gloomy. He tries to be patient with you; he really does, but it’s hard. You don’t answer for a moment.

“You said I could make Ace’s food,” you state, your voice almost whiny. You didn’t even want to make it—it grossed you out—but still, you complained. You brush a few strands from your face, looking back down at the cracking and dull wood beneath your feet.

Joel exhales again, running a weathered hand through his graying hair. He still had to feed the horse, water the plants. He should probably cut the grass, too… “Baby, you didn’t finish gettin’ Ace. He needs t’a eat.” You don’t answer, so he adds, “And I know you don’t like dealin’ with the meat. Don’t play like you do.”

His voice was getting more stern, impatience creeping into it.

“Well… I fell,” you repeat. You want his help. You want some kind of attention, some affirmation of your feelings. You don’t know why you’re being so pettish, but right now, you’re hurt and you want your way—without being made to feel bad. Joel tried to keep you comfortable, but he couldn’t always feed into your moods. It was difficult, but he would do his best.

Joel takes another glance at your knee, now more bloodied than before. He exhales again. “I’ll patch you up, angel. Just… hang tight.” He turns back toward the screen, and you watch it open, then shut with a clank behind him.

You watch Ace lap up the rest of the food and run off. You stick your tongue out at him as he goes.

It takes a few minutes for Joel to get back, and you listen to the rustling of the wind in the trees, the blue sky momentarily lightening your mood. You watch the barn, still and quiet, and gaze out on the yard as the dog runs in broad circles. Your anger has lifted, but your leg still hurts.

When Joel comes back out, he has a little box of first aid, a small collection that remains hidden under the bathroom sink. “Alright…” he stands in front of you for a moment before kneeling down, slowly, the quiet air disturbed with the pop of a hip and the scuffling of his boots on the deck.

Your hard gaze softens at Joel’s large body kneeled in front of you. It felt nice, now, having him there. You could see, on the treeline, the sun beginning to slink away and out of view, to soon be replaced by the moon, but not before the sky would turn a vibrant yellow that you felt in your soul like honey.

“Alright,” Joel tugs one of your legs lightly, urging you to uncross them as he takes the strings of your left muddy boot. The thing was heavy, a bit loose, and perhaps contributed to your fall. “What happened, baby?”

“I was trying to get Ace, and he wouldn’t come, and I tripped. And there was a rock that I… I kinda hit, and so, now it hurts…” you rattle. The memory causes another hot wall of tears to threaten your eyes, even though the moment is long gone. Joel’s fingers move nimbly at your laces, and when he hears the shake of your voice, he glances up and his gaze softens. There was something about your teary eyes that never let him rest until they were dry again.

“You’re okay. M’sorry.” Joel kisses lightly on your knee, a bit of blood tainting his dry lip and he licks it away, pulling off your boot and moving to the next. When he removes the other shoe, he sets them both aside, and his fingers are light as they rub the area around the cut on your knee. “M’sure he didn’t mean it.”

Your response is almost snappy. “Yeah, of course he didn’t mean it. He’s a dog.”

Joel gives you a warning look. “Watch it.” He grabs an alcohol wipe from the box, tearing open the paper packet. “Don’t give me that, kiddo.”

He sometimes wonders if your petulance is a punishment from God for choosing someone so much younger. He loves you to death, but god, he’s getting too old to run around after you. It’s gotten better, lately, as you’ve settled in on the farm, but… you are so much.

“Gonna sting,” Joel warns, placing his free hand, big and warm on your unharmed knee. You brace yourself, readying yourself for the burn in your open wound. He dabs the gash lightly with the wipe, the material turning a light pink with blood, and a little more leaks from the cut. You hiss, drawing in a breath through your teeth.

“Ow…” you murmur as he draws away the wipe, dropping the sheet into the first aid box, discarding it and focusing his gaze back on you.

Joel’s thumb rubs over the untouched skin once again. “There y’go, baby. All clean…” he presses a slightly sluggish kiss to the wound and you tense, before relaxing into the feeling. It stings slightly every time his lips touch your knee, but it feels nice to have him here. Joel’s eyes watch as another dribble of bright red blood emerges, and his head dips as he licks it away. Soon enough, the drop has disappeared, replaced by the glassy shine of his saliva.

“Thanks,” you whisper, the sound almost lost to the wind. You were no longer teary-eyed.

He nods almost imperceptibly, a soft smile showing on his face as he rubs your thigh through your smudged dress. “We’re gonna clean this one. We’ll get it out,” he lightly pushes up the dress, your thighs becoming visible and his hand continues to rub.

“I like this dress,” you say almost mindlessly, looking out on the grass. The sky is darkening into a deep orange, and you feel both a contented warmth and a hungry growl in your stomach. Joel’s hand consolingly rubs your upper thigh as he gently raises your dress a little more, making your white panties visible.

You look down at Joel, eyes meeting his as his fingers move on to caress your hips under your dress. Your legs spread a little bit as he gets closer, leaning his head on your thigh, warm breath hitting your skin. “You wanna go back out and help me with the work?”

After a few moments of thought, you shake your head. “No,” you tuck some wandering hair behind your ear. “But I’m a little hungry.”

“M’kay, baby…” he tiredly grumbles, kissing up your thigh again. He reaches the lacy trim of your underwear, nuzzling gently into it. “‘M hungry, too.” A kiss to the fabric.

That elicits a laugh from you—the first one of the evening. Joel smiles into your panties, a huff of a laugh leaving his mouth. He breathes in, pressing a kiss to the cotton.

A thick thumb comes between your legs, pressing that sensitive spot through the fabric, and you both hum. The air is a perfect kind of warm, and you hear the first crickets begin to chirp.

“I’ll make you sumthin’…” Joel’s tone is noncommittal as he continues rubbing you. The sensation overpowers the still present, light throbbing of your knee, the pain slowly easing away.

You mumble an ‘okay’ when you feel his fingers slip under the fabric, sliding gently through your folds and eventually sinking into you once he finds the spot. Another raspy exhale leaves you, and you look down at Joel’s face, half hidden in the shadows of your lap as his fingers gently move in and out, curling softly.

“Mm, yeah…” Joel always seems to enjoy this just as much as you do—if not more, and you can tell by the way he murmurs under his breath; he must be hard, but he pays it no mind. None at all. “You still hurtin’?”

“Not very much,” you reply, your words low, now, matching the sun as it makes way for moonlight, darkness creeping into the sky. In response, Joel kisses your upper thigh, inner thigh, hip, as his fingers continue to move. They go a little deeper now, curve a little harder, plunge a little quicker.

Joel’s fingers quicken with a newfound slickness, his digits feeling wetter yet. He wonders if you’d missed him extra while working outside today—he wouldn’t blame you.

Your little grunts are the only sounds overlapping with the chirping of bugs and the buzz of the porch light, and Joel picks back up on the rubbing of your thigh with his free hand, his other dedicating itself to your pussy. One shoeless foot taps on the deck, harder each time Joel touches that spot, and more frequently with the closer you become.

Joel repeats your name a few times, breathily, as he feel your muscles tighten.

You tap your feet quicker, just barely able to make out the wet sound of his ministrations. He kisses your thigh once more, and when you cum, he kisses again, open mouthed and sucking.

He lets out a light chuckle, taking in your pacified expression as opposed to your previous state. “Needed that, huh…?” If you do answer, he doesn’t catch it as he withdraws his sloppy fingers from inside of you.

At first, in the dimness of evening, he doesn’t notice anything amiss, but it soon aware of the red liquid blending with and bleeding into the wetness on his fingertips. Blood mixes with spit as he examines it, and you look down, too.

“Oh, angel,” Joel mutters, looking down at his fingers once more before pressing them to his tongue, running them down its length and removing the excess liquid on your dress. “We’ll get this off… shit.”

You grumble when you see the pop of color, and again when Joel notices the steady trickle of blood into your underwear. The red is rich and overbearing, creating a deep patch of the color in your panties.

Joel stands reluctantly, kicking your boots off to the edge of the porch, forgetting them. “Get up, baby. I’ll get ‘ya somethin’ to eat… clean ‘ya up.”

Thanks for reading, I encourage comments and asks, all that

[lordofthesoups]

IF WAR HAS BEEN DECLARED, WAR IT SHALL BE!

Yes i am gonna defend the man with his dogs out, I TOO HAVE SENSORY ISSUES ABOUT SOCKS I TOO WOULD NOT WEAR THEM IF I COULD! HE IS A GOD! HE CAN! GOOD FOR HIM! Plus i know its meant to be offputting but the pitter patter is very satisfying to me (this is purely sound design enjoyment but war is war). John however is putting aside any issues he might have to conform to society, booooo. Why would you do that.

Also Kayne is adhd on steroids, that man is pining about the place and has the emotional regulation to match. John just sulks and then gets pissed off and fights Arthur. Johns on a journey of self discovery sure but Kayne knows exactly who he is. Also wanting to bet his own life to end the world and make it anew in his own image of fucked up perfection, hot.

That man understands how cool organs are. They’re beautiful, he gets it.

You think Kaynes energy isnt sexy? You are missing out my friend. Did i mention his laugh, christ alive (he is, its kayne as of season 3). The sheer manic obsessive joy in his voice when he says artie. Hes not healthy, but by god he is sexy.

Once more: He Wants To Kill Azathoth, aka the creator of everything THE FUCKING CREATOR OF EVEN THE MOST POWERFUL FUCKING GODS. Can i make him and his goals any hotter, no. Hes a self centred twink but hes My self centered twink (who has definitely made out with at least a few of the other versions of himself hes killed) Also bonus propaganda: i was a nyarlathotep hater (hate is a strong word he was my lead favourite) before kayne LOOK AT ME NOW. Also would like to say that if mythos nyarl said that i would be on Azathoths side and i woulda been wanting to squash the guy, KAYNE???? KAYNE!!!!

He the manic pixie dreamgirl of all times. Itsa tumblr sexyman competition, is that not the point? Big guy can hug you? Damn hes only got two arms, do better. Actually big guy has no corporeal/ a limited corporeal form, dude that man has a brittish twinks arm!!!!! YOURE STILL STUCK WITH A TWINK! Do you think John would hug you with Arthur around without Arthur also in the hug, you are stuck with the twink, the twink is a package deal. May as well go for the one with the good looks and silly behaviour who can change form as he pleases. Also may i point you in the direction of non twinky kaynes, theres a few of them. I enjoy them a lot.

Also like why would you want a hug when a homoeroticly charged vivisection is on the table??? (well no you are but the point still stands) AND you might get live backing music

Malevolent Sexyman Tournament, Round 4

Arthur v Noel can be found here!

[ven0moir]

Clearing the air on the “Bychance vs Byler Civil War”

Bylers vs Bychancers? More like Bylers & Bychancers vs The Miscommunication Trope ( something like that ).

Why this is what i think is actually going on:  

This is NOT Mileven vs Byler 2.0 at all because bychance has not ONCE been proposed as a replacement for Byler, at least not from myself or @cypherheartnokey which are ( as far as im aware ) the main people theorizing about it right now. I personally don’t even see it as a real ship, but that’s just me. 

HOW THIS WHOLE THING STARTED ( as far as i know )

So a few days ago, i made this post:

I used the Byler tag and have continued to do so bc skeptic ( and even full on anti-bychance ) Bylers were my intended TARGET AUDIENCE for this. I knew there was a risk I would get some hate for taking it seriously since Bychance was never supposed to be more than just a silly and fun crackship that the fandom made up. (😭im not even gonna pretend I don't go into laughing fits over how absolutely bonkers I sound to myself most days. cypherheartnokey and others --you pookies know who you are <3-- who See The Things Im Seeing keep me sane istg my ride or die fr ) 

It was just supposed to be a fun writing exercise to see if my current ideas held up under scrutiny from bylers. To test myself, basically. 

MY INITIAL ASSUMPTION 

Before I posted, I thought the risk of getting dogpiled on & getting called 'delusional' & whatever else was worth it bc, to my surprise, my earlier Bychance analyses had been well received–even though some of the Bylers engaging with them don’t really think Bychance will happen, they still think the theories about it are entertaining and fun to read and offer input on. This has led to some interesting conversations about Mike and Will’s arcs, and it’s been nice through this content drought. 

However, what i did NOT anticipate was to cause a ‘ship war’--I really didn’t think this would cause harm and that anyone would stoop so low as to send death threats over differing opinions on hypothetical ships that may or may not even happen in the show & even if they do, nothing guarantees they’ll happen in a way we’re perfectly happy with, let’s please be real about our expectations here since we have 0 control over the creative direction the duffers will actually take. 

All we can hope for is that us Bylers truly are amongst their intended target audience and that the show delivers a satisfying closure.  

MY INTENTIONS & WHY I WILL CONTINUE TO USE THE BYLER TAG ( with discretion )

Using the Byler tag allows like-minded Bylers to find my theories–without the tag, it'd be harder for them to find them. 

However, I WILL be extra thoughtful with my use of the tag going forward, and make sure I'm using it when the conversation centers Byler/Mike/Will and other themes pertaining to Byler.

MY CURRENT STANCE

for anyone receiving death threats or insults on behalf of “bychance shippers”, you DO NOT deserve that. Please report and block, if possible. these people are saboteurs, and just want to stir drama without caring about the harm they cause to the community. In fact, they probably enjoy it tbh. 

i do also have to say that i am no authority here and cannot be tone policing other bychancers. i also can’t pretend i am entirely neutral in this scenario since from what I've observed, my bychance mutuals and anons are REACTING to hate we’re getting from bylers. And whereas I'm aware that type of hate is only coming from a handful of people in the community, not all of us will be patient and graceful at all times, we’re human after all.

I dont care if a mileven calls me delusional, i laugh. But when bylers i have admired and learned from for years call one of us stupid for thinking/suspecting X theory might be hinted at and getting stomped on for trying to bring the conversation to the table, yeah I can't guarantee that's not gonna trigger a defense mechanism over time.

Do you personally have to like Bychance or agree? Absolutely not, nobody is saying that. And good faith critiques of the theory are always welcomed and I actually encourage it in my space as long as we keep it civil and follow fandom etiquette, since it keeps fandom alive.  

FINAL THOUGHTS 

The very message of the show we’re discussing is to choose love in the face of fear, and to not let it drive our choices and unawarely continue to feed the cycle of abuse and trauma. Let's do our best to not keep repeating, amongst each other, what we have already been subjected to by the most hateful parts of the ST fandom. 

i'm here to learn and have fun, not to cause wars, discourse or division--bychance as a theory is just the jumpstart and can change over time and maybe even become something else entirely. the goal is just to open the door for those curious enough to investigate, share and discuss any findings. Whether or not you go in, it's up to you. Just don't be mean to the ones that do.

[mattslilies]

Isn't That My Camera - N.S.

"when did you take these?" or... the one where you sneak photos of nick on his camera while he's not looking warnings: none! word count: 665

after multiple years of his youtube career, and many years of practice before that, nick's photography skills were honed and incredible. you often spent hours poring over all of the photos he had taken that week, helping him pick out specific ones for that week's instagram photo dump.

your entire relationship was captured on film, photos decorating your shared apartment, hanging in your bedroom, the kitchen, displayed in frames in the living room. photos of your pets were one of your many lockscreens, and nick continued to take little mini photoshoots of them.

home movies sat under the television, so many tapes of moments you'd shared together permanently etched into a video that you can play back for years to come.

so, cameras laying all around your home was a common sight. nick would often place one down, walking to another room, and circle back in a few hours to get the film off of it.

he'd done that a few hours ago, leaving his favorite digital camera on the coffee table, having wandered off to his bedroom with a farewell kiss to edit the new friday video.

you knew he would be back to grab it once he was done, but a smile spread across your face as an idea came to mind.

he loved capturing your relationship on camera, why don't you leave him a small surprise for him to find the next time he checks his camera?

picking up the camera, you began to take silly photos of yourself, and your dogs, your genuine laughter and happiness shining through the lens.

sneaking up to his room, you noticed that he had left the door open, and you snapped a few pictures of him editing as well, thinking that his focused face was absolutely adorable.

backing out of the doorway before he could turn around and notice you, you wrapped up your small modeling session, making sure to place the camera back down in the exact same spot, returning to the show you were watching on tv.

enough time had passed that you had almost forgotten about the surprise you'd left for him, until you heard him meander down the steps, easily finding you on the couch.

"hey! did you finish editing the video?"

he slumped down next to you, dramatically laying his head on your shoulder.

"yeah. i don't know why i do this to myself."

you ruffled his hair, laughing.

"i did remind you to edit it yesterday, baby."

he groaned, choosing to not give you a response. instead, he reached to grab the digital camera, smiling.

"hey, i forgot i left this down here!"

"yes, you did. i thought about bringing it up to you, but you seemed busy, so i waited."

he stood up, brandishing the camera.

"i'm gonna go transfer these photos to my laptop. there might be some good ones for the photodump tomorrow on here."

you smiled, voicing your agreement.

"sounds good, baby. take your time, i'll be down here when you're done."

silence filled the living room, with the exception of your television, as nick disappeared back to his room. you were scrolling through your phone, waiting on his reaction, but yet it still startled you.

"when did you take these?!"

he yelled from upstairs, only raising his voice to be heard, not because he was angry, and you smiled, getting up to walk to him.

when you got to his room, he had swiped to the ones of him editing, and he spun around in shock.

"when did you- how didn't i notice-?"

"you were quite focused, babe. trust me, i didn't think i was going to get away with it, but you were encaptured with the editing software. adorable, by the way."

he scoffed, rolling his eyes as he swiped through the rest of the photos, smiling at the ones of you and your pets.

needless to say, some of those photos on the digital camera definitely made it into the friday photodump.

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In Stars and Systems: Buddy talk

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Mirabelle 33 days since the King’s defeat

“Mira?”

You jump. Almost falling off the wagon before Iseabeau and Siffrin catch you. You weren't used to Siffrin starting conversations. Let alone tapping your shoulders to get your attention.

“Oh! Thank you, sorry you just startled me is all. Did you need something Siffrin?”

Siffrin points to your nails. They look damaged. Oh no, were you chewing on them again?

“Oh! Sorry…” 

You grip your dress to keep your hands away from your awful biting teeth.

“Have you taken your anxiety medication yet?”

“Oh! Yes. Don't worry! I took it about ten minutes ago, so it probably hasn't kicked in yet…”

Hopefully soon.

Siffrin's worried face didn't change. Noooo, you absolutely most definitely, DO NOT, want to make them worried.

You're about to reassure him but he starts speaking first.

“Feelings buddies?”

Oh no. Not feelings buddies. Now you have to talk about it! But it's not like Siffrin has been honoring your feelings buddies talks either! But, not being able to process everything they went through sounds pretty understandable.

Ooooh… maybe it wouldn’t hurt to talk about things. At least until your medicine starts working… What exactly are you so worried about? No that’s not right, it’s more like where do you even start.

“Oh Siffrin. I’m just… I’m worried about everything. I’m worried about leaving the King alone in the house. I’m worried about everyone in Dormont, and Claude, and Euphrasie. And this trip to Bambouche has me so worried that something might go wrong when we get there or even before that. And I’m worried about you Siffrin!”

Siffrin shuffles back into their spot in the wagon. He's trying his best to blend in with the tent supplies and snacks. Oh no, you made him upset, didn't you?

“The King won't move again. I promise.”

They sound so sure. They’re probably right. They would know the best after all. But, but, but. “But what about everyone else?!”

“Is Dormont known for getting attacked by powerful time craft wielding aristocrats?”

“Well, I mean it might be? It was kind of a big deal. Oh no… do you think they’re going to write about me in a history book? No that’s silly, of course they are! Oh, I have to make sure everything is accurate or, or… I’m rambling again aren’t I?

“It’s ok Mira. Dormont isn’t going to get attacked again. The others are going to be fine. As for this journey. We’ll be fine. Odile and Isa already triple checked everything. Bonnie has a ton of ingredients saved up, and if there’s any trouble, I can always loo-

“No!”

Siffrin seems startled, but you know this is something you have to put your foot down on. “You shouldn’t have to loop at all, Siffrin!.” 

The others are turning to look at the conversation. Even if you were quiet, everyone knew to keep an ear out for that L word.

“Sorry, sorry, I shouldn’t have shouted. But you promised you wouldn’t. Even if it’s a joke, it’s not a funny one!” 

You aren’t sure if it’s the sudden surge of anger or your medication finally working, but your other worries seem tiny by comparison. Siffrin looks confused? Scared? Now, it’s taken over by something else. Concern?

“When did I promise that?”

Ah, it was just memory problems. “You said it sometime… um… 

“12 days into your recovery.” Odile interjects.

“Right! Thank you Madame. You promised you wouldn’t ever put yourself in a time loop again, Siffrin!”

Odile continues. “You were exhibiting some odd behaviors and tried to play it off as a nightmare. One would assume it to be symptoms of PTSD. You were oddly cheery as well. I assume some sort of self defense mechanism to avoid our attention. But you at least promised me that you would avoid using timecraft in the future. And if you ever did use it, you would inform us immediately.”

Siffrin’s expression didn’t change at all. “Ok. I promise.”

“Pfft.. hehe.” You can’t help but laugh. “You already promised, Siffrin. What makes you think you need to do it again?”

That seems to have gotten them. “Well then it's a double promise. If I forgot it then I should promise it again right? So that it counts?” 

They shrink back into the supplies, trying to hide their face in their cloak. No one could find Siffrin’s old hat unfortunately, but it at least gave Isabeau an excuse to craft some for Siffrin to try.

The conversation seems to get Bonnie's attention as they climb over everyone to reach Siffrin.

“Frin are you getting forgetful again? You got a crab for brains sometimes. Here, have some pumpkin seeds. A nice lady in Dormont said it helps your brain grow better if you eat a lot.”

Bonnie puts enough pumpkin seeds into Siffrin’s hands that it starts to spill. It’s cute. Bonnie has been so energetic now that you’re all heading to see their sister. They must be so excited. Maybe you can let them take care of Siffrin for a bit. Then you can restart your conversation. Well, Maybe you don’t have to. Seeing everyone’s smiles makes you realize that you don’t need to worry about everything. You can rely on each other, and now you know that Siffrin knows that too... Yep, the medication has definitely kicked in now.

Bonnie passes out snacks to everyone, including the wagoner. You take a few dates and nibble on them. You look around to your friends. Madame Odile is doing her best to stay comfortable in the bumpy wagon. Isabeau is staring at Siffrin munching every pumpkin seed at once like a squirrel. Oh! And they're taking out the journal you got them! You scooch over to their tucked away seat, making sure not to pry of course.

Normally, you'd be super curious about dark mysterious Siffrin and their many possible secrets... but that impression got shattered pretty hard after you found out they were just shy. But! It's still great they're actually writing! It's a step in the journey of helping their memory problems. Maybe they'll be fine without it eventually. It'd be nice to see him change like that!

They write a few sentences before rubbing their fingers between the wilted petals of a flower they picked up in Dormont. The second he could, Siffrin darted to Jacintha's home and asked for five flowers. It was nice! Each of you getting a flower from Siffrin. Although they did gift one of their flowers for themself. You tried to explain that's not really how it works. But they said they were giving it to someone else in their own way. It sounded confusing and it didn't seem like he wanted to explain it any further.

The wagon hits a pothole and you're almost bumped off again. Isabeau catches you again. 

“You're giving me heart problems Mira. You’re so light. Are you eating alright?”

Not really. Even with your medication, you've been skipping meals a lot lately. Your stomach would be growling if not for Bonnie's snacks.

You sigh. “I'll be alright Isabeau, I'll make sure to eat a lot tonight.” 

“Well that’s reassuring, but maybe try not to skip so many meals anymore. Y'know, if you're ever dealing with something troubling you, your good friend Isabeau is here to help.”

“Hehe. Thank you Isabeau.” Leave it to him to always offer a hand. It's good to see him looking so bright now. Ever since he confessed to Siffrin, he can't help but give the happiest smile he can. Speaking of. You wonder if Siffrin ever got back to him about that. You hope the two of them are a couple now. It’d be so cute!

“Isabeau, can I ask you-

Madame Odile snaps her book shut for everyone's attention. “I'm sure we're all having important conversations, but unlike everyone here, my back can't handle another bump in the road. It's already getting late, we should set up camp soon.”

Ah. That's fair. You shouldn’t ask that question anyways. It’s probably something private. Isabeau asks the driver how much longer the walk to the next town will be and asks to stop here. It was nice to have so many helpful people here in Vaugarde. Everyone keeps talking about how they’d be happy to help the saviors of Vaugarde, but you’re pretty sure you got a lot of this kind of generosity when you were just a housemaiden. Still it’s pleasant to always know there’s a helping hand nearby.

You look at Siffrin. They know right? You’re not as perceptive as Isabeau and especially not like Madame Odile. But you can tell they’ve been hiding something since the end of your journey. You watch as they help Odile off the wagon, and you let out a brief sigh. You have to trust him that he’ll talk to all of you. Hopefully it’s nothing serious.

Maybe you can talk more about that stuff tonight… Feelings buddies… right?

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This was meant to be posted on Sunday, But the universe decided to give us a taste of post game Siffrin and made us incredibly sick. There will be a chapter this Sunday as well.

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[Mt Aocang]

Hu Tao:Yoo-hoo! Chongyun~ I have an offer you can’t refuse.

Chongyun:*meditating* I’m all ears.

Hu Tao:We should have lunch together. My treat of course.

Chongyun:Sounds good. Just give me ten more minutes here.

Hu Tao:Alrighty. And who knows? Maybe we can do dinner too. Go to Xiangling’s and make a time out of it.

Chongyun:…*opens eyes*

Hu Tao:Oh? Interested?

Chongyun:Are you okay? You’ve been around a lot more lately.

Hu Tao:Me? I’m fine. Business has been slow is all. Why? Am I bugging you?

Chongyun:I didn’t say that. It’s just… are you sure you’re okay? You’ve can tell me anything. Lately it seems like comfortable silence isn’t what you want.

Hu Tao:It’s never been something I’ve purposely try to find. Maybe it’s my new lease on life and amazing partner who-

Chongyun:*holds her hands*….

Hu Tao:…It’s a little silly and dumb, so don’t laugh. It’s Dr. Baizhu’s orders; alongside Zhongli convincing me to take a vacation.

Chongyun:Dr. Baizhu? Are you sick?

Hu Tao:No! I just- it’s so ridiculous. Lately I wasn’t feeling too great after restoring the boarder so I went back for check up. Told him sometimes my hands shake or how my chests get a little tight occasionally. Breathing was a bit annoying.

Chongyun:That sounds like a big deal! Why would that be dumb!?

Hu Tao:Because after the checkup he said all traces of fetor had left! Then he gave me new medicine and said “though your will and devotion remain unshakable, it’s only natural the body has a negative reaction to dying.” Then started telling me how it’s in my head and how quiet moments alone might “make me anxious and stressed” pfft .

Chongyun:Hu Tao you’re describing Post Traumatic Stress.

Hu Tao:But I’m fine! What funeral director gets worked up over dying! It was part of the job and I’d do it again if it was the only way.

Chongyun:That doesn’t make it less terrifying. It’s okay that it didn’t feel okay. Doesn’t make you less of an amazing director or incredible person. I deal with evil spirits but thought of facing one is still terrifying to me and most of my family.

Hu Tao:You rarely find them though. It’s typically formality!

Chongyun:…

Hu Tao:…*turns head* I’m sorry. That was mean. You were just trying to help. *squeezes hands gently*

Chongyun:We don’t have to talk about it if it’s uncomfortable. Just know I will always listen when you need me. I love you.

Hu Tao:*red* How devious of you. That’s playing dirty. I guess when things are slow around work I… my mind drifts a bit. Back to when I was laying down near the pyre. Siiigh everything was really cold at first yet hot at the same time. I couldn’t hear music playing anymore either. It was the world’s worst adrenaline crash. Then…I didn’t feel anything anymore.

He could feel her hands shaking as she took a deep breath before continuing.

Hu Tao:I was actually a little relieved when I felt…normal? In a sense. I walked around for a bit, seeing everything that made me who I was, then I met my grandpa and dad again. Man, when I tell you they didn’t miss a beat! *tears up* Hehe, showering me praise. Telling me they were proud. All things considered, it’s the perfect way to put someone at ease. It was like I was going home. I made peace with it all. Then it happened. A portal opened with a familiar face and hand reached out. Suddenly, all I could think about was grabbing it. All those memories, I wanted more of them with you all. I wanted more of this; more of you. Next thing I know I’m cold again and carrying a friend who’s experiencing that same feeling I was.

Chongyun:You’ve been holding all that in all this time?

Hu Tao:It’s not like I was pushing it away or dwelling on it intentionally. Like I said, the quiet moments sort of just…remind me. It’s aggravating honestly. If I had to do it again, I know deep down I could. For the sake of Liyue and all of you, I wouldn’t hesitate. However…if I’m being honest, dying all alone in that cave, the fetor buring and freezing all at once inside, it made me really sad.

Her vision got a little blurry. How strange. Was she always this much of a softy? Hu Tao let go of one of Chongyun’s hand to wipe her eyes, only for him to beat her to it. His arms proceeded to wrap around her body and hold her close. Now this was a warmth she didn’t mind at all. Breathing felt easy in arms like these. Hu Tao couldn’t help herself but hold on to him.

Hu Tao:Thank you for listening to me yap.

Chongyun:Thank you for sharing. You say it’s lame and dumb for feeling how you do; probably because of your job. But even so, what you just described was the most normal thing anyone would feel going through that experience. Like Dr. Baizhu said, nobody is going to question your resolve. You shouldn’t either. Feeling all of that and knowing you’d face it, never doubting your core values, it’s what makes you so amazing.

Hu Tao:*blushing* Geez, now you’re praising me? Now I know I did something incredible.

Chongyun:Hehe, wanna spend the rest of the day together. Maybe find anyone else who’s free and just enjoy the company?

Hu Tao:Yeah. I think that would be nice.

Chongyun smiles and takes the lead down the mountain, only to be suddenly tugged backwards to her and into a soft kiss. He didn’t even have time to react properly before Hu Tao took the lead on their walk, allowing her face to remain hidden.

Chongyun:Your ears are red.

Hu Tao: It’s hot outside.

Chongyun:I feel pretty comfortable.

Hu Tao:This is how peppers end up in your food.

Chongyun:Don’t you dare!

[cankersaurus]

I wish Dee was a little more developed as a character, like i feel like she often falls back on being Dennis's twin, like theres lots of times where she kind of just feels like she's copying Dennis , I feel like its most obvious in her golden goddess rant in the gang gets new wheels.

Theres definitely unique things abt her, yknow her acting aspirations, her scammy nature and the way the gang just kinda shuts her down and all collectively use her as a punching bag nd hate her probly more than everyone else

But I'd actually argue that the rest of the gang constantly shutting her down could be seen as a cop out on rcgs part so she's not talking long enough for ppl to realize that they dont rlly know how to write her-

Though i feel like its likely a subconscious thing like i highly doubt rob charlie and glenn are sitting around their writing table hands evily together saying "lets make sure dee isnt talking almost at all"

But i do often think about this one interview around season 2 or 3 where Glenn talked about how he nd the guys originally wrote Dee to be the voice of reason but Kaitlin was upset with this and glenn said something like 'yea well we dont know how to write a female character' and like- that kinda is going with my point yknow? Nd for "sweet dee" 's audition she literally was just reading one of Dennis's lines and i think that also goes along with my points

[xxplastic-cubexx]

Hi!! Your Cherik is so good and gorgeous 🤩🤩 If you don't mind wanna try to draw some Fall of X Cherik please?

thank you so much !!

i have a couple of ideas relating to the fall of x period specifically since theres. A Lot i wanna play with, so i hope this lil thing may be a satisfactory start :]]

and the obligatory bonus:

[canon-gabriel-quotes]

Transcript:

Gabriel: Machine? Machine, are you- are you feeling alright?

You haven't even ULTRARICOSHOT any of the other bosses.

V1: Yeah man, just tired.

Gabriel: I feel you.

Transcript:

Gabriel: Machine, are you ultra feeling ultra alright?

You haven’t even ULTRARICOSHOT any of the other ultra bosses.

V1: I'm going to give them sexo insteado. I mean ultrasexo. Big ultrasexo.

Gabriel: So that's why you've come to me.

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[tagetto]

he stinks of diesel fumes, solder flux & cigarette smoke which has caked itself over the years into the fan blades of a used prebuilt msi gaming PC bought from ebay dot com core 2 duo high performance rtx 2.5 tdi 1.6 litre engine top speed of 48.3mph.

[mintypsii]

PENlS EXPLOSION SPELLLLLLL

more of them because they won't get out of my head

version without the text

[telesodalite]

Never getting over Fulcrum being a project manager...

Idk why, but something about that is so funny to me. Not just because the title of "project manager" is inherently kinda funny for a Decepticon, but also because-

1. It's vague sounding and hard to explain irl because it technically exists in multiple fields, like healthcare or manufacturing, which surely translates into canon in some way.

2. In canon, it's simultaneously a really mundane, innocuous sounding job, yet it's also a super morally awful position to reside over depending on the context. (*cough* forced colonization and cyberforming *cough*)

And 3. It solidifies the fact that behind all the surface level militaristic work we get with both the Decepticons and Autobots, there's also Cons and Bots with "normal" jobs in both factions.

Like, sure yeah we get scientists and doctors, engineers and programmers, but usually in big important or warfront positions. (For plot reasons, understandably.) But it's also really funny and interesting to think of those that worked background positions, or minor jobs.

Like an Autobot working in their equivalent of an HR department, or a Decepticon who runs one of their outpost's or starship's kitchens.

Just all the pre-war jobs that didn't just disappear with the war, but instead evolved to exist within the factions.

It's particularly funny with the Decepticons though, because it could be a super mundane job or situation, but because it's them, it has to have an air of ~e v i l~ to it, either legitimately and/or merely for the vibes, like Tarn's "performance reviews".

[clumsypuppy]

vincent voice claim!! hes auggie and anton's son ^_^

VA: Catbug from Bravest Warriors, voiced by Sam Lavagnino

[licoryce]

I would like to hear more Smilk x timekeeper propaganda

the people hunger for timemilk food that only i can feed them.. but alr alr, if you insist anon. ill yap for you. can't guarantee any of this will make sense though

so im insane and looked at f0unt of knowledge's statues for too long and started thinking he had too many similarities to TK so... put them side by side and got this. hopefully my handwriting is legible lmfao

with ep7-8 of BY giving canon SM time manipulation capabilities, him manipulating/tormenting PV VERY similarly to how TK did with croiss, both being released on the 4th anni of their respective games, and his title screen theme sounding almost exactly like hers just less sharp (ik they r both waltzes and that would explain half of it but go listen to both of their themes and tell me the rhythm of it doesn't sound the same. you can't.) it's started making me think its gotta be intentional

i mean, we are confirmed to be getting TK in kingdom 2026, and SM having canon connections with her would explain a bit.. i can't say i understand why he has time magics on top of all his other abilities, but i guess PV did also unintentionally create a timeloop in the vanilla castle that lasted all the way up to castle in the sky (ep9 or 10?? i dont fully emember lol) so im safely assuming he was able to do that due to his connection to SM via the souljam.. but add TK's potential influence and both of them at least being aware of each other's existence canonically to the mix... cough cough "its only a matter of time" in WA's update 👀 (ty oomf for reminding me ab that ur getting so many treats)

i think im getting side tracked oughh

...right, right. timemilk.

with all the things i rambled about just now, i think they're bound to at least be intrigued by each other. but. ok ok, ill admit, i DO think they're inherently unhealthy. honestly same with any SM ship, and most including TK. these 2 aren't even close to normal or stable on their own, god forbid they're left alone in the same room together for even a second bc even idk what they'd do and im their self-proclaimed ceo.

but i can see TK looking down on SM/thinking she's better than him because he isn't capable of even half the things she's able to do w/ time, and essentially playing with him whenever she's given the opportunity to interact with him. engaging with SM solely for her own entertainment. challenging him to board games just to cheat her way to victory over and over again, watching him slowly go from being impressed with her to infuriated realizing it is LITERALLY impossible to win against her.

TK enjoys all the reactions she's able to get out of SM, and strives to get more, to crack new ones out of him. she decides she likes the show he puts on just for her, and decides she wants to see just how it will play out. no because she genuinely likes him of course. no, no, its allll for the entertainment. being able to watch him cling to such petty wants like the company she gives him even in her mild torment, or the occasional praise, and how he hides his disappointment and hurt on the days she opts not to show herself to him under his bravado. its fun watching a fallen god scramble for her attention in the way that he does, especially since that attention is often in the form of mockery/tricks/threats. its fun. HE'S fun. nothing more than that

i think im all yapped out for now... take 2 headcanons from me that idk if ive shared b4 because everyone needs timemilk duets beamed into their mind:

They like to dance as a passtime. Waltzing, usually, but they also tapdance^^. They've composed a few songs to sing together while they dance also - specifically for those waltzes - and the rhythm of their songs are always changing

TK has sent each of SM's detachable body parts (his arms, his legs, his head, etc etc) backwards in time at least once. Who knows where all of them have been...

anyways yea. timemilk KISSING is extremely real and true dont listen to anyone else

[wackywatchdotcom]

honestly i should really make names for them SOON... i struggle w names esp when theres contextual conventions for them. i mean i should have more experience w this cus my ocverse ive been working on for like 7 yrs has EXTREMELY similar conventions (most characters name themselves, which leads to names like 'zeltaveen' and 'doba') but also ive only named a Few of the many characters from that over the years... that ive condemned most of them to abstraction before even coming up with a name for them feels particularly cruel, i simply just Dont think about names fast