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[ilyluffy]

𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫! || 𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐮

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: your baby daddy decides to sleepover for the night. this couldn’t possibly end badly

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: baby daddy!oliver aiku x afab!reader

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: smut {minors + ageless blogs dni!! you’ll be blocked}

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: fwb typa deal, mentions of pregnancy/children, reader wears a dress, fingering, vaginal sex, mating press, size kink, tummy bulge, praise, breeding kink, creampie, petnames “sweetheart, baby”

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.7k+

𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐈𝐊𝐔 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. a pro football player and a playboy of sorts being two of them. but on top of that he was a good father. there wasn’t anything he wouldn’t do for his son you shared with him. oliver could be found during almost all of his free time visiting your house despite the fact that you weren’t technically a couple.

you’d be lying if you said you weren’t a little disappointed that your child didn’t have parents who were together. however you understood when oliver had gotten you pregnant that he wasn’t at a place in his life where he was ready to settle down and frankly you weren’t about to settle for a man who wasn’t entirely dedicated to you either. so in the end you determined that things were better this way.

besides, as you mentioned, oliver was as involved in his son’s life as he could be. you never needed to worry about whether or not you could support your kid because he handed over all the money that was necessary for you to be comfortable. not everyone was as lucky to have such a cooperative baby daddy. with that in mind, how could you complain?

with the football seasons over and the occasional practice being the only thing oliver had to worry about, he decided to spend the day with the two of you. after taking you out to dinner and presenting your son with a new football, you began getting your son ready for bed.

“say goodnight to your dad” you kiss the

boy’s forehead before ushering over to his father, who sits on the sofa. the little one walks over to oliver, who ruffles his hair and gives him a peck on top of the head.

“night little man. sweet dreams,” oliver smiles. your smile falters when the boy asks if his dad will still be here when he wakes up. oliver’s eyes flicker over to you before answering. “i um… sure buddy. we can all have breakfast together. how’s that sound?”.

the boy’s face becomes overwhelmed with joy as he cheers. saying a quick goodnight to you, he rushes to his bedroom to climb under the covers. once you hear the door to your son’s room close, you sigh. “sorry… i couldn’t say no. if it’s alright with you i’ll crash on the couch”.

“it’s fine. i want him to see his dad as much as possible” you reply, starting to clean up whatever toys that were left about. you didn’t really mind that oliver was sleeping here. it was just… when you and oliver were alone together you routinely fell back into bad habits. “let’s just try and be on our best behavior tonight, yeah?”.

oliver chuckles at your words but nods his head in agreement. at first you both manage to keep this promise. as your son snoozes away in bed, the two of you stay in the living room watching a movie. it’s casual at first but oliver’s hand slowly drifts toward your thigh. by the time the credits for the film begin rolling, oliver’s fingers are grazing your core.

here you go again. the cycle continues as oliver eventually manages to pin you down on the sofa. “we need to be quiet. if your son wakes up and finds us like this i swear to god” you whine as oliver sucks a bruise on to your neck.

with his scruff tickling your skin, oliver chuckles. “if one of us has to worry about being loud it’s you, sweetheart,” oliver teases as he pushes up the cute sundress that’s been driving him crazy all day. there were so many times during your little family outing that he wanted to take a peak under your skirt and now he was getting the opportunity. it was just oliver’s luck that you were wearing his favorite pair of underwear. “want me to stuff your panties in your mouth to keep down the noise”.

at first his suggestion causes you to shoot oliver a glare. however, the more you think about it the better the idea seems. so when oliver slips the lacy piece of fabric off your legs you open your mouth so he can use it as a makeshift gag. then, those same fingers that we’re squeezing your thighs earlier slip toward your exposed cunt.

“did this pussy miss me?” oliver hums, rubbing your clit before sinking two fingers into your needy hole. somehow, despite how good his digits feel curling against your gummy walls, you managed to roll your eyes at that comment. “what? it didn’t? well i definitely missed this cunt” oliver smirks at how quickly your juices start to coat his fingers. he waits until he thinks you’re soaked another for him to fit inside before removing his digits and licking them clean.

you let out a muffled whine as you impatiently watch oliver undo his belt. it’s hard for him not to act smug as he takes his hard cock out of his confines. you’re so desperate for him and all he’s done was finger you a little. this was why you’d always be one of his favorites.

“shh, i’m gonna give ya what ya want” oliver reassures, rubbing his dick against your folds. he says that and yet he’s teasing you, taking more time than he needs to to collect your slick. eventually oliver takes mercy on you and pushes his tip past your entrance. “fuck- always feel so good baby” oliver groans, moving your legs against your chest so he has more access.

he takes his time, his different coloured pupils watching your pussy swallow his girth inch by inch. you’ll never get over how big he was. the way oliver stretched you out never failed to make your eyes roll back. your moans are silenced by your panties but if they weren’t you’re sure you’d be calling his name in pleasure.

“that’s it. shit- you feel how deep i am?” oliver asks as his heavy balls slap against your ass. you’re about to pull the underwear out of your mouth to tell oliver to pipe it down with the dirty talk but you lose your train of thought when his palm lands on the outline of his cock in your stomach. your whole body trembles as he pushes down on the bulge in your tummy. “i’m right here, baby. want me to cum deep inside?”.

normally, the rational part of you would tell him fuck no. you’ve already had one kid with this man. the last thing you needed was to have more than one son with someone you weren’t married to. however you’re so overwhelmed by how good it feels to be stuffed full by oliver that you mindlessly nod your head.

“that’s what i like to hear” oliver kisses your ankle before finally starting to thrust into you. at first oliver’s pace is too fast and you have to slap him on the shoulder to get him to slow it down. thankfully, oliver gets the message and instead he snaps his hips at a more moderate speed to keep down the sound. things may not be as rushed but there’s no doubt that you’re both enjoying this. “loves this cunt. always squeezes me so tight” oliver rasps, completely enthralled by the fucked out expression on your face.

if you were free to speak you’d probably praise his cock as well. the way his tip is kissing your cervix and that one particular vein is rubbing against your walls is driving you nuts. maybe you should be a little more humiliated by how easily your baby daddy brought you close to the edge but at this very moment, you don’t care. all you want to do is make a mess.

oliver certainly wanted the same thing and he lets you know as much. “i’m getting close, sweetheart. need this pussy to cream for me because i can breed you like you deserve. can you do that f’me baby?” oliver coos, flicking your sensitive nub to help you along. you nod your head frantically, feeling the coil in your stomach to tighten. with a couple more rolls of oliver’s hips, your orgasm washes over you.

oliver’s praises ring in your ears as a creamy white ring forms around the base of his dick. he’s telling you how good you are for him and how he’s going to fill you to the brim to reward you. oliver, in this case at least, is a man of his word. after working you through your high, oliver reaches his own release. you gasp as his warm seed paints your womb. you weren’t sure how much you expected oliver to cum but it seems like his thick ropes are spilling into you for a long time.

his load is so heavy that by the time oliver pulls out, some of his cum slips down your ass. you curse about how you’re going to have to clean that up before your son wakes up in the morning. oliver on the other hand is not concerned about the mess in the same way. in fact the only reason he scoops it up and shoves his seed back into your cunt is to satisfy his need to breed you.

“can’t waste a drop if we want our boy to have a little brother or sister,” oliver snickers. finally removing your panties from your lips, you inform oliver that you planned on taking a plan B with breakfast tomorrow. “aw c’mon. you know i can afford to pay for another kid” he says, leaning down to kiss your lips.

“that’s not the point. you’re still not ready to settle down, oli” you sigh. “it’s hard enough explaining to our boy why we’re not living in the same house. you want another kid from me you better deal with those commitment issues of yours”.

oliver raises an eyebrow at that. it doesn’t go over his head how you seemingly implied that you were able to give him another baby. when he’s eventually able to wrap his head around this possibility, he replies. “𝐈’𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃, 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘”.

2022–2023 © saecore — do not repost or translate my work. likes, reblogs, and comments are welcome

#oliver aiku #blue lock #bllk #oliver aiku x reader #oliver aiku smut #blue lock x reader #blue lock smut #bllk x reader #bllk smut #apollo writes ✎

[buckrecs]

Bodyguard!Bucky

masterlist | req masterlist

SERIES

Seeing Red by @mypoisonedvine

bucky used to brag that he didn’t have a celebrity crush, or really care about famous people at all, which is what made him the perfect person to start working for a celebrity like yourself. except, of course, it’s just his luck that he’d fall for you.

One Last Job by @sunriserose1023

Bucky Barnes is retired. He did a stint in the Army, did a stint as a Secret Service agent, even dabbled in the private sector, but that’s over. Now, he just wants to rest in the solitude he’s found in a cabin in the Adirondacks, with only his memories to get him through the sleepless nights. Until his best friend comes to him with a special request. One last job, protecting the movie star sister of an old Army buddy. She’s being stalked, getting death threats, but that’s nothing they haven’t dealt with before.

wrong choice, right places by @mvtthewmurdvck

never wanting to work for him or protect his fiancé, falling for you was the last thing he should do—especially when his boss was zemo, who now ran most of the city.

Safe with me by @bitsandbobsandstuff

When an unknown threat enters your life, protection is offered at the highest level. As Bucky Barnes comes into your life, the game changes, and you realise falling for the man tasked with keeping you safe is the last thing you expected.

Written in the Stars by @prettyyoungtragedy

You’re the type of woman who is headstrong and fiercely independent. Heiress to a fortune and one of the most brilliant minds of the 21st century. Until you’re forced into witness protection. Your “Protection” turns out to be 220 pounds of dreamy, sassy, delightful Bucky Barnes. Whatever could go wrong?

You’re Mine, Sunshine by @theeleggymeggy

Bucky gets picked by a very rich and respected man to be his daughter’s personal bodyguard. The Father warns him that it won’t be an easy job, that she is a brat and difficult to deal with. But what happens when Bucky meets you and you’re the complete opposite?

ONESHOT

Shopping by @quarantined-with-bucky

Bucky’s paid to be your bodyguard and you’re, well, kind of a bitch.

Sunday is s Family Day by @lazyangeltreemoney

You’re stubborn, annoying and hot as hell which seems to be an awful combo to mix with Bucky Barnes. However one day he realises he got you all wrong and now there’s a little kid in the mix that needs both of your help.

Not so Forbidden by @vanillanaps

You were upset after a mishap that happened so your favorite bodyguard came to comfort you with good news.

Under The Burning Sun by @kinanabinks

The Winter Soldier is assigned to be your bodyguard, covertly protecting you from many assassination attempts. One day, he has no choice but to reveal himself to you.

Protecting What’s His by @jobean12-blog

Bucky has been your bodyguard for some time now and it’s been hard to deny how badly you want him to be more than that.

Bodyguard by @subwaysurf45

getting drunk at galas was fun, but not as fun as Bucky taking care of you after.

princess by @buckycuddlebuddy

“honey,” bucky growled, and then moaned. you felt your walls clench around him because of his voice tone.

security blanket by @comfortbucky

reader is having a bad day and Bucky notices and cheers them up.

#bodyguard!bucky #bucky barnes fic rec #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x f!reader #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes series #winter soldier x reader

[in1-nutshell]

Concept, mtmte Megatron accidentally adopts young human buddy.

Like there's basically just a teenager on the lost light, and because teenagers have no fear of death, they go out of their way to interact with the ex-warlord.

Time goes on, and eventually, when Megatron realizes the dynamic he has, he goes into a typical angsty brooding session. Bonus points if it has Brooklyn 99 energy of Peralta accidently calling holt 'dad' energy.

I really do enjoy your blog because a lot of the stuff is either platonic or familial, and that's my favorite shit. Hope you have a good day and drink water.

Thank you for the compliment! I have been drinking water and been having a pretty decent day. Now, Human Buddy who knows no fear is about to strike the fear of their well being upon others! Megatron is their prime target...

Hope you enjoy!

Megatron 'accidentally' adopting human Buddy who fears nothing

SFW, familial, platonic, mentions of injuries but nothing graphic or in details, Human reader

MTMTE/LL

Oh, Buddy starts off as the bane of his existence.

Buddy joins the lost light before the events of Delphi happen. Meaning they have been dealing with everyone’s problems since a little over day one.

Let’s give Buddy some context.

By sheer luck, Buddy managed to enter the Cybertronain/ Human Liaison program and was now the proud representative in the Lost Light.

Many bots on the Lost Light thought that this would be a little liaison and would be a bit fearful of the hulking giants around them or some sleazy politician. Some were just curious as they had never seen a human until that moment.

Rodimus is preparing for a Prowl like or Magnus like person to board the bridge. That’s usually who they send when it comes to relations, except Marrisa Fairborn, she was an exception.

At first Buddy did come off as someone overly polite… that was soon going to change.

“Welcome Buddy aboard the Lost Light.”—Ultra Magnus

“Thank you, Ultra Magnus sir.”--Buddy

“And I will be your Captain! The names Rodimus Prime.”--Rodimus

“Well, I’m just Buddy. Sorry but I should be entering my room now before take-off. Thank you again for the introduction sirs. I hope to find you soon?”--Buddy

“Absolutely, we will start the meeting in an hour in the meeting room down your hall.”—Ultra Magnus

“Thank you.”--Buddy

“…Great another stick in the mud…”--Rodimus

“Oh, hush they seem like a nice human.”—Ultra Magnus

A week later

“Hey Rodimus, I bet you can throw me into that mattress over there.”--Buddy

“Oh? You’re on!”--Buddy

“I have the reports ready—OH SWEET PRIMUS! BUDDY!”—Ultra Magnus

Timeskip

“So let me get this straight… You bet Rodimus, one of the most impulsive and childish bots on bourd—”--Ratchet

“Hey!”--Rodimus

“To THROW you across the room to a small mattress and it didn’t occur to you that you could bounce off the mattress!?”--Ratchet

“Well at least all the blood is internal right? That’s were the blood is supposed to be?”--Buddy

“…”--Ratchet

“Oh Primus…”—Ultra Magnus

“Oh, Primus indeed.”--Rodimus

Buddy does not know what ‘self-preservation’ is. Its not in their vocabulary. Ratchet has lost count of the amount of times that Buddy has come in the med bay with an injury that was caused by some atrociously dumb plan.

“Alright… what’s the damage today? Whirl brought you in this time so it must be bad.”—Ratchet

“Rude.”—Buddy and Whirl

“Well, I’m waiting. What happened?”--Ratchet

“Well… I was trying to follow Skids trails through the vents, which is so cool to visit—”--Buddy

“Kid.”--Ratchet

“Right. Well, I thought I could jump across the vent opening and kind a didn’t…”--buddy

“What?”--Ratchet

“Good thing Whirl was there to break my fall! Sorry again Whirl for the glass.”--Buddy

“Next time you bust my glass at least do a flip next time you fall on your back.”--Whirl

“What you fell on your back?! You have glass imbedded in it!”--Ratchet

“Huh? That explains why my back hurts so much.”--Buddy

“…”--Ratchet

Rodimus takes it back he loves this little human. Buddy is his best human friend. Whirl wins this though, he already asked Buddy to be his Amica Endura, and they accepted!

“Hey Ratchet—”--Drift

“Shh!”--Ratchet

“Rude—”--Drift

“No. It’s quiet… to quiet…”--Ratchet

“What do you think we are going to get attack?”--Drift

“…No, it’s something much worse.”--Ratchet

“What could be worse—”--Drift

“Its Whirl and Buddy! They haven’t made noise in about 10 minutes!”--Ratchet

“Ratchet I think that them not making noise—”--Drift

BAM!

“Eat floor Cyclonus!”--Whirl

“Whirl! Run! He’s gaining on us!”--Buddy

“I stand corrected.”--Drift

They make friends with a lot of bots on board. Many are happy to meet an individual such as Buddy. But this also comes at a cost. Many bots have to watch for Buddy in case something bad happens to them. They are so small and they keep getting into dangerous situations!

Rung has a line of bots that express the same worry for Buddy one day doing something dumb and not being able to come back from it.

Buddy knows no fear.

How does the crew know this?

Buddy made it their life job to make Megatron uncomfortable when they found out he was going to be the Co-Captain.

“Hey! MegaDork!”--Buddy

“Hmm?”--Megatron

Bucket of oil falls from door.

“Theres more were that came from Bucket Head! That’s for Earth!”--Buddy

Megatron can’t do anything about it. He hates organics and he can’t kill this one, not without causing another war. When Ravage shows up, he thinks that Buddy might back down a bit. I mean what human in their right of mind would try and continue to prank him when ravage is around? Buddy takes this as a challenge that needs to be beaten. If anything, Ravage helps a bit.

“He slipped on the paint! Go! Go! Go!”--Buddy

“Ravage!?”--Megatron

“All is fair in music tapes and war Megatron.”—Ravage

Buddy has the ring tone of Megs comm to “Be Prepared” from the Lion King. Swerve helped them put in the music. He laughed nonstop when it first worked.

They are petty.

Everyone is on edge whenever those two are in the same room.

Half ready to shoot Megatron down the other half to get Buddy to safety once they manage to trigger Megatron.

Is there any chance that Megatron will get a break?

Yes, yes, he does.

He managed to finally get a place holder for a poetry night in one of the classrooms. Not to his surprise no bot shows up. He is about to leave when he hears the quick little sets of footsteps coming in.

“Wait! Wait! Hold the door! I’m here! I’m here!”--Buddy

“Buddy?”--Megatron

“I’m not late, am I? I just saw the flyer from Swerve. And—hold on—sprinted from my room back here.”--Buddy

“Oh, umm, no one came…”--Megatron

“Oh, okay then its just us two them Big Guy?”--Buddy

“Wait—”--Megatron

“Call dibs on the chair on the left.”--Buddy

Megatron never pegged Buddy to be into poetry. He is also floored with Buddy actually talking to him and giving pointers on how to improve his own pieces of work. Even referring to other poets’ works so he could get some inspiration!

He nearly misses the shy look Buddy gives when he compliments their work.

He thinks that this is a onetime thing.

He is deeply mistaken.

“Hey Megs! You ready for today’s meeting?”--Buddy

“Oh, yes I am.”--Megatron

“Good! I have a bunch of works that need to be peer reviewed and I can’t trust Rodimus to look over these; and Whirl sadly isn’t an option for these either.”--Buddy

“Why don’t you ask Magnus? Surely, he could also help?”--Megatron

“And have him explain to me the importance of an Oxford comma when I forgot to put one in my writing? Yeah no, I need your optics for this.”--Buddy

“…Me?”--Megatron

Buddy no longer causes too much trouble for the Ex-warlord. Still trouble but not as much as last time. They always come to the poetry club and even managed to snag a couple of their friends to come with.

He is not going to admit to anyone, well maybe Ravage, that he started growing a soft spot for them.

“Ravage… I think I might be growing fond of Buddy…”--Megatron

“Congratulations! You’re officially the last one to know.”--Ravage

These little interactions begin happening more and more, Megatron is just happy that things are finally going well.

Then it happened.

It was at Swerve’s.

He was sitting at the bar looking over Buddy’s latest writing with Buddy, themselves sitting patiently. He gives a compliment and gives them back the writing.

“You’ve improved Buddy. These are getting better with more time.”--Megatron

“Thanks Dad.”--Buddy

“…”--Everyone

“Why is everyone so quiet?”--Buddy

“You just called Megatron here, ‘Dad’.”--Whirl

“What’s a ‘Dad’?”--Tailgate

“No! I didn’t say ‘Dad’! I just said, ‘Thanks Man!’”--Buddy

“I don’t know Buddy. It sounded a lot like ‘Dad’ to me.”--Whirl

“Seriously, what’s a ‘Dad’?”--Tailgate

“Well, you heard wrong Whirl!”--Buddy

“Do you see me as a father figure Buddy?”--Megatron

“No! I see you as a bother figure if anything.”--Buddy

“Hey respect your Dad!”--Ratchet

“Is no one going to tell me what a ‘Dad’ is?”--Tailgate

After that interaction, Buddy begins to avoid Megatron after the confrontation and nearly shuts down when someone brings up the event. Megatron really wants to talk to buddy about the incident but decides not to. Maybe it was a mistake.

He broods over it for a while.

He finds Buddy again at Swerve’s where a rather drunk bot was making fun of Buddy for their little ‘slip up’.

“Wow Fleshy. You messed be so messed up in the processor to call Megatron your Dad.”—Drunk Bot

“Hey drop it.”--Buddy

“Oh, look at me! I’m so scared of a human how I could flick across the room if I wanted to.”—Drunk Bot

“Oh, please I know that barely existing processor of yours isn’t that dumb. But even then, I hope Natural selection takes you if you follow through that threat.”—Buddy

It was getting to the point where it was becoming insensitive.

Bots around were getting uneasy at the conversation and some looked like they were going to come over and do something.

Megatron is quicker.

As he strides over, he is met with the infamous brick of parenthood. Should he really take up such a mantle?

He takes that mantle by the horns and makes it his.

“My child, is something wrong?”--Megatron

Voice crack “Nope. Just Peachy.”--Buddy

Everyone looks over.

Buddy is just beaming.

Megatron has no regrets saying what he said, he lets Buddy know this.

No, Buddy isn’t crying. You’re the one crying.

#transformers #transformers x reader #more than meets the eye #mtmte x reader #mtmte rodimus #mtmte megatron #mtmte ultra magnus #mtmte ratchet #mtmte whirl #mtmte drift #maccadam #human buddy

[devilscastle69]

panic! at the drugstore (j/jk, nanami)

hiiiii @ezynse merry xmas, happy new year, happy day. <3

im ur secret santa. <33 i hope u like this fic. ily. i want u to know the j key on my keyboard is challenged so i wrote "Goo" by accident sm ToT

(sorry for the title i dont even rlly listen to them i- )

please keep this to sneeze kink blogs only! 18+ only!

Summary stuff:

Fandom: J/JK

Characters: Nan//ami, Go/jo, Ijic/hi, Yu/ji,

Pairings: slight nana/go. in the way la croix has flavor

Good future AU (no bad stuff, everyones an adult. set in 2023)

As soon as Nanami detected Gojo’s presence, he should have turned on his heel and left. Instead, he’d gone into the drugstore, reasoning that the necessity of his trip outweighed the aggravation it’d cause. He wasn’t naive enough to hope he’d get out of here without any additional psychic damage but maybe he’d luck out and Gojo would— 

“Nanami!” Gojo sang from a few aisles over. This was starting to play out like one of his nightmares. Verbatim. “Wow, you shop here too?!” 

“Not anymore.” 

Gojo laughed easily and brushed off the obvious rejection with a wave of his hand. “Oh, don’t act like you’re not happy to see your best buddy!”

“I have no such thing.” Nanami sighed and drew out a cough in the process which he managed to muffle into the sleeve of his jacket. Anyone else would have read the room and left him alone, but Gojo continued to chatter on at a volume unfit for the public space they were in. If only he’d move back a few centimeters so Nanami could escape without having to push past him and potentially causing a bigger scene than they’re already causing. He’d already used up his energy—both cursed and otherwise—at work today and he was quickly fading. 

 For the first time, he wished he could focus on the bubblegum pop blasting through the speakers with its sentiments of Sakura blossoms and old times; it would beat trying to follow the embellished story Gojo was telling. He pinched the bridge of his nose. To make matters worse, the temperature change had caused the congestion that had mostly settled by the end of the train ride over here to return with a vengeance. His nose threatened to drip and he risked a small sniffle. Immediately, he recognized it as a mistake when the lingering prickle sharpened and traveled deeper into his nose.

As if he hadn’t sneezed enough today. 

“And after all that I got some wagashi at this great place near the hospital, Great Luck right? And haha it was! Anyway, the point is… I got some stuff for Yuji, but then I got hungry waiting for the car so I figured I’d better make up for it.”

Nanami made a point of checking his watch as a last ditch effort for a polite departure, less for Gojo’s sake and more for the sake of everyone else in this godforsaken store. But most of all for his own sake, considering he’s quickly losing the battle against the pertinent tickle up his right nostril. “I don’t have time to talk,” he said evenly, breath only wavering once he’s gotten the last word out. 

Unfortunately, Gojo clasped his shoulder, refusing to let him leave. “Did you take the train here? We could carpool instead, Ijichi is—”

“ht’KKxt!” Nanami interrupted with a poorly restrained sneeze directed into the sleeve of his jacket. 

“Bless you!” Gojo’s head lolled to the side; he had the decency to release him, but otherwise didn’t move out of his personal space. Nanami nodded and turned away. “Wow, that sounded painful. You okay?”

It was. “hGNXt’ch! h’kKt…chh.” Damnit. “Hh- kmpht’Chhh!” He might not have been able to see Gojo’s eyes, but he sure could feel them on him. This tickle just wasn’t going to quit until he let it out, and he’d rather end this as soon as possible. “h’eSCHh!” 

“Oh bless you.” Gojo, ever uncaring of displaying any decorum, took zero steps away from him. He examined him from a few different angles, tapping his chin as he hovered. “Bet I can guess why you’re here today!”

“Excuse me.” He pinched the bridge of his nose and rubbed small circles all the way into the inner corners of his eyes and tried to ignore the heat that had risen to his ears. His head pounded even harder than it had before. 

“Always so formal, huh?”

Always so inappropriately casual, huh? Nanami glanced at Gojo’s basket and its contents: strawberry shampoo, bags of candy, winter apple body wash, face masks, moisturizer, cotton candy flavored lip gloss, and more items he couldn’t quite make out, but surely none of them were essential enough to inconvenience Ijichi in the way Gojo was. Everything he’s learned about Satoru Gojo has been against his will, and now he’s horrified that his brain was wasting the time wondering if he’s one of those people who can’t go to the store and truly buy one item.

“So, how was your—”

“I don’t have time to talk. Excuse me.” Risking a shoulder check, Nanami walked towards the aisles. He tried not to sniffle more than strictly necessary and tried to ignore the extra set of footsteps behind him. Key word was tried.

“Oh wow, you really sound terrible.” Gojo said sympathetically, continuing to haunt Nanami all the way to the cold and flu aisle. “How long have you had that cold?”

Why did it have to be Gojo?

“Stop following me.”

“You forgot your basket, though.” 

So he did. “I don’dt need that much.” It was true, but Nanami accepted the basket anyway from the pouting man. 

“Mm, really? You kinda sound like you’re dying, y’know.” Gojo wandered around the aisle and picked up a box of medicine that he held up to his blindfolded eyes. “No offense.” A man started walking in their direction, took one look at Gojo, and immediately turned around. Nanami released a small forlorn sigh through gritted teeth.

“I’ll be finde.” he said, clearing his throat. He could curb the hoarse quality his voice had taken on, but the congestion was something he’d have to live with for now. “You mentionded Ijichi is waiting?”

“Yeah, so hurry up, Nanami!”

“I will n’dot be ri-ridi’hhgg wih—” He’d gotten distracted and hadn’t noticed that the itch from before had been slowly respawning. Gojo gave a questioning hum as Nanami his knuckle to his nose, sniffled sharply, and cleared his throat again. “I will not be riding with you.”

 “Aw, not with me?” 

Nanami shot him a glare. All of his efforts were in vain because the urge to sneeze returned with a vengeance and demanded his attention in a way that put Gojo’s efforts to shame. The prickle spread like wildfire through his sinuses, and in spite of his efforts in snuffing it out, he’d allowed himself to get distracted enough to give the enemy the advantage. “Hh-!” He inhaled sharply before shoving the back of his wrist up to his nose. “nGhthsCH! hh’NGXTCHh’ueh!” That last one had been particularly loud but had been just as unrelieving as its predecessors. “hehH’TSChhiuh!”

 Gojo patted his back. There was a warmth to his palm that Nanami could feel even through the layers of fabric acting as a buffer between them. “Bless you.” Using only his free hand, he easily broke the seal of a travel pack of tissues on the shelf and nudged a few tissues into Nanami’s palm.

“You’re supposed to pay first.” In spite of the protest, he fixed his glasses that were in danger of falling off his face and accepted the tissues; by noon, his handkerchief had become unusable and he’d already gone through the tissues he’d accepted at the train station this morning, so his options were limited. He turned away for a moment to blow his nose. While his efforts were productive, they did little to kill the taunting buzzing in the back of his nose. He pinched his nostrils shut from behind the tissue and willed the tickle to recede.

“Not yet! Hey if I buy your stuff will you ride with me? Wouldn’t you get back sooner that way? Oh, bless—”

“hh’MPHtchh!”

“—you again!”

He took a moment to massage the bridge of his nose in a silent apology to himself for the poor attempt at stifling before clearing his throat and bringing up sodden tissue to wipe the lingering moisture from the red rims of his nostrils. 

No amount of free cold medicine would make spending his free time with this absolute menace in a small enclosed space worth it, but at the same time it’d be less aggravating for him to just go along with it in the long run. Gojo’s already made it clear he has no intention of leaving him alone. He gave half a nod and picked up the first bottle of cold medicine that he saw and a bag of face masks and took a few steps in the direction of the check out. 

“That’s all you’re buying?” Gojo asked. His lips formed an exaggerated frown and his forehead wrinkled as if he was bewildered by Nanami’s shopping habits.

Nanami was too busy fighting a losing battle against the threat of another sneeze to tell Gojo to stop adding more items to the basket, but he managed to shoot him a pointed glare before his expression crumpled. “Hh- hehhH- …mPHTtshhiuh! Pardon,” he said more out of habit than anything and wiped his nose again, “I have more than enough now.” 

“So frugal.”

He supposed the cough drops, vicks, lotion tissues, vitamins, and nasal spray wouldn’t hurt, especially if accepting them will get Nanami out of here faster. Since he’d already opened the tissues, he figured he might as well put on one of the masks in the pack. His glasses immediately fogged and he tucked them into his inner coat pocket.

After they’d approached the register Gojo told the cashier they would be paying together and nuzzled his cheek against Nanami’s shoulder in an intimate way. He’d smack him later. 

The cold pierced through Nanami’s coat as soon as they opened the door. As annoying as this situation is, he can’t say he’s upset that he won’t have to walk back to the train station. They turned a corner and Gojo pointed out the car. 

“I know, I know.” Gojo opened the door to the passenger side and abruptly wrapped an arm around Nanami’s shoulder, yanking him into the field of vision as if he’d run away. “That took a little longer than I said, but look who I ran into!”

“Nanamin!” Itadori called out from the back seat with a cheery wave. Nanami is just as surprised to see him, though he’d mostly tuned out Gojo’s story. “No way, what a coincidence!”

Nanami shot Gojo a withering look and gave a slight bow to Itadori. “Itadori-kun…” 

“Think fast!” Gojo called out and threw a bag of candy at Itadori. 

He caught it easily. “Wow, thank you, Gojo-sensei!” 

“Gojo-san, we were meant to be back over a half hour ago—“

“Ijichiiii, you need to relax. Seriously, you’re already getting frown lines, that’s no good. Look, I even got something for you. Tadaaa~” He dropped a pack of instant udon into his lap and a face mask and made himself comfortable in the passenger seat. “Can you drop Nanami Kento-kun off first?”

“Don’t call me that.”

Ijichi sighed and took a moment before he half-heartedly thanked Gojo for the gifts. Then he turns to look at the backseat. “Of course, Nanami-san.” He and Nanami shared a quick glance as the cause of their stress tore into his own pack of candy and ate it noisily. 

“Oh, why are you wearing a mask, Nanamin?” Itadori asked as Nanami sat next to him and put on his seatbelt. “Do you have a cold?”

“It’s alright,” Nanami assured him and cleared his throat, “just a mild one.”

“I dunno if mild is the right word there, Nanamin.” Gojo interjected as Ijichi finally started driving.  

Itadori’s face fell and Nanami sincerely considered kicking the back of Gojo’s chair, though he was too busy pinching his nose shut over the fabric of the mask to stifle a sneeze that had nearly escaped his detection. “hGXxt’chshh!- excuse me.”

“Bless you. I hope you feel better soon.” Itadori frowned and offered him a piece of candy. Nanami shook his head and Itadori shrugged and ate it himself. 

“You’re gonna pop an eardrum like that,” Gojo chastised, clicking his tongue.

All of this was past the point of the nightmare he’d thought he was having earlier and was starting to veer into the fever dream category. Perhaps in more ways than one. Gojo flicked through the radio stations until he found what he was looking for and started singing along with a pop song. Itadori joined him and they pointed at each other while Nanami reflected on his life choices and folded his arms more tightly over his chest.  

Nanami glanced at Ijichi’s GPS. Twenty minutes of this felt like a death sentence. His limbs had started aching a few hours ago and now that the adrenaline was long dead and he was sitting again, he felt it in full force. The sudden urge to lean his temple against the foggy window arose and he indulged in it, ever so slowly pressing his forehead to the window. 

While Gojo was especially pitchy, the noise at least took the focus off of Nanami as he muffled a series of throat-tearing coughs against the crook of his arm. His lungs gave a slight whine as he regained his breath and he could feel the silent attention the other three men were giving him. 

“Can you breathe okay, Nanamin?” Itadori asked, patting his shoulder. If it were anyone else, Nanami would have batted the hand away, but doing that to Itadori would feel like kicking a puppy and it's not like he was heartless. While most people become hardened and jaded after living the life of a jujutsu sorcerer, Itadori remained as kind and genuine as ever over the years. 

Instead he nodded. “Yes. Don’t worry.” 

Itadori gave him a thumbs up. The singing continued and he pitied Ijichi for how long he’s had to put up with Satoru Gojo today. 

To Gojo’s credit, he toned down the singing, but Nanami almost wished he’d go back to his caterwauling, because his nose had chosen that moment to betray him yet again. It itched like mad and putting pressure on the tip of his nose did nothing to chase the feeling away. He did his best to muffle it into his sleeve anyway, hoping the extra layers would do anything to make it less intrusive than he knew it would be. “Hh- hgzt’SChhiuh! heHMPHhshh’ieuh!- pardon me.”

“Aw, bless you,” Gojo chimed in, stretching out his seatbelt as he turned his body around to face him. “Do you want my jacket, Nanamin?” He puckered his lips.

This time he let his shoe dig into the bag of Gojo’s chair. “No.”

Ijichi quietly turned up the heat. “Give him a break, Gojo-san,” he said tiredly. 

The rest of the ride quite literally blurred together as Nanami fought to keep his eyes open. With the heat on, his chills were kept at bay, and it was easy to drift off to sleep. He jolted and shook himself awake at least three times before the familiar building came into view, and the third time, it’d been because Itadori was saying his name to get his attention. Ijichi pulled up closer and stopped the car. Nanami thanked him for the ride and held up a hand to stop Itadori from offering a side hug. 

“Get well soon, Nana—”

Nanami shut the car door and ignored the rest of Gojo’s sentence. Getting into the apartment was a blur, but it wouldn’t be the first time he’d come home in rough shape, relying on autopilot. He immediately hung his jacket and loosened his tie, and then he removed his face mask, cringing as he pinched away the lingering moisture from his nostrils. He’d done his best to avoid rubbing his nose all day, but his efforts seemed to be in vain considering how sore it still was. 

As much as he wanted to just collapse into the couch, his discipline won out and he managed to undress. Though, not without challenge. “huhh…HGSCHh’uh!” He sneezed all over his chest, too slow to cover in his exhausted state. Undeniably, it was a relief to be able to sneeze freely in the privacy of his bedroom. “hh-...hDJtSchh’euh! hhaH’DTzSHhh’ih!” 

He found the tissues from the bag and blew his nose, letting out a slight hum of relief as some of the congestion came free. His eyes still ached and with a quick dose of medicine, he was ready to close them. He laid in bed with the extra throw blanket atop the comforter and waited for the chills to die down so he could sleep.

It  was restful for the first few hours. As he’d anticipated, he woke up in the early hours of the morning coughing, hair clinging to his forehead with sweat, and his mouth bone dry. 

3 AM. 

It was too early for this. He forces himself into the kitchen to fill a tall glass with water and to find a few more items from the bag. He took the cough drops out and put one in his mouth and placed the rest of the bag on the bedside table. 

Somehow knowing that he needed as much sleep as possible hindered him from doing so. He drifted in and out of sleeping for the entire morning, occasionally walking up mumbling something incomprehensible. 

He was finally asleep until his phone went off a few minutes past 6 AM. It wasn’t his alarm, but an obnoxious ding.

Gojo: 

heyyy nanamin~ 

… Nanami clenched his jaw as he watched the animated ellipses bubble and waited to see what could possibly be so important to disturb him.

Gojo:

good morning! 🌞hope u get some rest today hahaha :D you sounded awful 🤒dont go dying </3

Typically jujutsu sorcerers have about as much paid sick leave as he would’ve had at his former company: basically none. What kind of fucked up—

Nanami frowned, realizing he’d missed some other notifications, including the ones canceling his mission for the day. It’s easy to put the pieces together. He had to put the phone down to sneeze a few times, and it continued to ding throughout his fit.

Gojo:

we’ll have to go out when youre better!! next friday?? theres a new barcade i wanna try and then KARAOKE!!!!!! :DDD

Gojo:

Nanamiiiiii D: 

Gojo:

don’t leave me on read

Gojo:

bless youuuuu :3

Gojo:

no i cant hear u im just guessing

Gojo:

was i right?? o.O 

Nanami silenced his phone and went back to sleep, deciding to address the new situation, along with the strange feelings that’d started coming up, later. For now, at least he could relax. 

Nanami:

Thank you.

#snzfic #snz #sneeze kink #my writing #j/jk #cold snz #sneeze fic #snz fic

[askmerriauthor]

regarding pokemon sleep, it looks like you’re just looking for things to complain about. it’s designed to be this chill thing you check on during the day and leave running at night. to play it, all you have to do is sleep and feed your pokemon. no one’s telling you you to have to be the very best at it or pressuring you into paying for stuff, let alone the game itself.

If I was just looking for things to complain about, I'd still be out here whinging over Pokemon Cafe's delightfully charming art style being absolutely wasted on a junk puzzle game instead of a full RPG or cozy slice-of-life Sim.

Regarding this post here.

Hi, I'm MerriAuthor. Apparently we haven't met because anyone who follows my blog would know that I've worked in game development well on 20 years now. I've worked across the industry from little nobody indie houses, to overseas gacha-fodder, to big ol' AAA major studios. Video games and their design are a big part of my life and, boy howdy, do I have some FEELINGS about the direction the industry as a whole has gone in as the years go by. Especially in regards to the predatory monetization of gaming and how it actively preys on children, uninformed parents, people with addictive behaviors, people with hyper-competitive personalities, and similar behavioral traits solely for the purpose of making money at their expense.

it’s designed to be this chill thing you check on during the day and leave running at night. to play it, all you have to do is sleep and feed your pokemon.

As with the previous person I spoke with on this topic, that is the base function of the game. But it's by no means the design of the game. Pokemon Sleep's entire game play rotation and marketplace are designed around encouraging the Player to interact with it as much as possible within an intentionally limited time frame. Meanwhile, the game's own time scale is such that it expects Players to log hundreds if not thousands of hours of interaction with it. Its own base gameplay loop is a weekly schedule and its shop schedule is monthly. Some Pokemon require a bare minimum of 150 hours of logged sleep to even access. Pokemon Sleep wants you to be in it for the long haul.

It's also based on collection; nearly every facet of the game is listed numerically and with a percentage value or progress bar, which are functions designed to produce urgency to complete them in the Player. Human brains don't like seeing an unfinished goal, especially one represented so overtly as an unfilled progress bar or a percentage value with a decimal. Want to have your favorite Pokemon as your napping buddy but don't want to put in a ton of effort playing the game to boost up your Snorlax's power score? Better hope it's one of the low-tier Pokemon assigned into the lower brackets of the gameplay progression, because otherwise you're never going to see it. Though you could always just fork over some cash. Nearing the end of your week with Snorlax and you're just shy of a milestone you've been aiming the entire week for? Good luck! You can pay money for that extra little boost, and once you've done it you'll resent its absence enough to want to buy it again! Do you want to level up that cutie first Charmander the game gave you at the very beginning specifically to ingrain itself with faux emotional value into your favorite Charizard? Want your Eevee to evolve into one of its most popular Eeveelutions? Want a Lucario, period? You'll need to put in hundreds of hours of consistent sleep to save up enough Sleep Points exclusively toward that goal... or you can just buy access to it immediately, through first purchasing access to the Premium Subscription! A Premium Subscription which, again, doesn't auto-cancel if you delete the app and can't be canceled through the app itself, for all you distracted parents who don't pay attention to fine print and wonder why your kid's game is running up a bill on your credit card each month after the 14-day free period - just long enough for you to have forgotten all about it in the first place. Snorlax wants a specific kind of Berry this week, but none of the helper Pokemon you recruited gather that berry, or they do and are just too low on Energy to manage it? Aren't you lucky! The shop will just sell you solutions to these problems the game itself created specifically to get you to shell out money!

no one’s telling you you to have to be the very best at it or pressuring you into paying for stuff, let alone the game itself.

Here's some screen shots from the game's own app page. Buttons to make purchases and drive interaction - the app store, sleep pass, how many dream shards you have, a prompt to buy more inventory space, your missions, your current goal, the progress meter and rarity values of your Pokemon's sleep styles, your collection and their levels, etc - are all constantly and prominently displayed. The entire first day of actual gameplay in the app is a tutorial explaining how it wants you to do more than just sleep and passively collect to the point that it literally sets a daily schedule of activity for you. The mechanics explanations are so egregiously long that the Professor character literally apologizes to the Player for being so long-winded about it. Oh, an adorable moment of self-depreciation and understanding! How humanizing and encouraging of empathy from the user, done with a cheeky wink and nod. Now that we've softened your emotional state ever so slightly, here's some more microtransaction-driven gameplay elements!

If this was really just a cute little game to idle around with for its own fun, there wouldn't be a cash shop, nor would the game require a consistent internet connection to its servers. The big thing with games like these is that they're not made for the Player's benefit or entertainment. They're made to make the parent company profits. That's it. If the Pokemon Company didn't think they'd make substantial returns on the investment of development, support, marketing, and online distribution costs to put this game out into the world, they never would have made it. That is a core reality of any product put out these days. I just spent this last week helping my studio's marketing and sales team make sales projections for one of our upcoming titles, figuring out how much we could reasonably charge our potential customers literally down to the penny. And the game we're selling isn't even a service with any kind of microtransactions or DLCs. Profits are fundamental in any studio production and, where microtransaction apps are concerned, are the core focus of why the app exists.

If you're perfectly happy with playing Pokemon Sleep as an idle "pop on every once in a while, poke for a few minutes, then forget about and never pay a cent" kind of game? Totally fine, you do you. But understand that Pokemon Sleep doesn't want you as its player and will not cater to your experience. The core gameplay of Pokemon Sleep is already designed to actively degrade into a subpar experience for those who don't pay to play and that rift will only become more pronounced as time goes by. Everything around the cash shop exists for no other reason than to encourage you to use the cash shop. Over time, the gameplay will further contort itself to drive more interaction with and reliance upon the cash shop as the app sheds its non-paying users who just tire of it and move on, instead doubling-down on the lingering, paying users who have already proven themselves a reliable stream of revenue. That is how these things always go and have always historically gone.

There's also the consistently apt adage of "if you're not paying for the product, you are the product". Pokemon Sleep requires an internet connection any time you want to interact with the app - there is no offline mode. Further, the actual fine print in the terms of service (not the bubbly, legally-meaningless assurances put into the game text itself) addresses that it will collect and may share your device information, user ID, and app activity (ie, the schedules, timing habits, and spending habits the game itself has ingrained into its interaction with the Player) for analytics and advertising purposes, and that they're okay with sharing (ie, selling) that information to third parties without naming who those third parties are. And boy, does the game really want you to link your Google, Apple, and Facebook accounts to it as part of its core functionality! Worth keeping in mind as well is that the app requires constant access to your microphone and can pick up sounds as minor as a sheet rustling when you turn over in bed. The game's bubbly, meaningless text assures you that it doesn't save or transfer the snippets of sleep recordings it makes of you each night, but it makes absolutely no assurances whatsoever in the fine print that it's not using your microphone for other purposes. It does, however, point out that it will be making use of your phone's functions even when you're not using the app.

So, yeah, I'll just still be over here not playing Pokemon Sleep and encouraging others to do the same, as well as pay closer attention to the nature of so-called "free to play" games.

#pokemon #pokemon sleep #game design #game development #microtransactions #corporations are not your friend

[izicodes]

hi there, i'm trying to get into the coding community so to speak. what sites can i join to discuss/do coding related stuff? I know about stack overflow, github and leetcode but i'm sure there are more, do you have any advice on which spaces are worth joining? thanks!

Communities To Join For Coding/Programming

Yeah I can help! In terms of "which spaces are worth joining" would depend on you. What I see as a place worth joining is a place where I can teach others - I like giving knowledge back on what I learnt so some places that I listed don't work well for me to do that and some others I prefer the most like the discord servers I'll mention. So, you'll have to skim through these and see if they're something you like!

Anyhoo, here are some places I found:

Reddit: There are many subreddits dedicated to coding, such as r/learnprogramming, r/coding, and r/programming. You can also find subreddits dedicated to specific programming languages or technologies so you can get specific help or provide the help to those languages etc.

Codecademy Forum: They have a forum and a discord server where you can talk about the courses and get buddies to do projects together who are at the same level as you!

FreeCodeCamp Forum: This website offers free coding lessons and projects, and also has a community forum where you can ask for help and connect with other learners. I met 2 developers from there who helped me a lot.

Dev.to and Medium: Both a community where developers come to share their knowledge and experiences through blog posts and discussions. Developers sometimes gain good writing experience by writing these posts (great way to move towards being a technical writer). I've made a Dev.to account and I'm slowly adding my programming posts from here to there and I want to start using Medium too 🤔

Discord: There are many Discord servers dedicated to coding, where you can join discussions and get help with coding problems. I made a whole post with a list of discord servers I'm part of and would recommend it if you want to get into it! I made lots of developer friends from the discord servers. Intimidating at first but slowing you'll like it I think! I'm mostly there to help people with HTML and CSS problems and you can help people the same with whatever. you're strong in!

In the end, the websites and communities you choose to join will depend on your interests and goals. I recommend exploring a few different options and finding the ones that work best for you - I did that and I preferred the discord servers over the subreddits 😅

Good luck with your coding journey! 😸👍🏾💗

#my asks #coding #programming #studying #codeblr #progblr #studyblr #reddit #Codecademy #freecodecamp #dev.to #comp sci #computer science #discord #discord servers #programmer

[niko-jpeg]

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@finleyforevermore Hi Finnley. Thank you so much for everything. You are such a light, and a huge encouragement, and thank you for enjoying my HPII content (theres more cooking up trust me). You're a precious moot of mine, and I don't think I can ever describe how much I like your posts. And the fandoms we have in common? Incredible. UMTV, RTC, HPII, Sonic, etc. Like wow. I love it !!!!!! <3333

@i-do-not-exist-hun I LOVE YOU AND YOUR EVERYTHING ILL PROBABLY GO INSANE IN YOUR DMS LATER TELLING YOU EVERYTHING THANK YOU SO MUCH I LOVE YOU AND YOUR WORK THANK YOU FOR BEING THERE FOR ME BIG HUG

and finally @box-o. My darling partner in crime and girlfriend. I love you so much, and cannot wait to spend another year with you. Your art is so cartoony and fun, and thank you for passing the Sonic (no, not the metal) virus on to me. Heres to another year <3

#GOOD GOD I HAVE A LOT OF MOOT I LOVE YOU ALL

[dev1lm4n]

Hi honey,

I was wondering a fic of Dbf! Joel x plus size! female reader, where she's dressed in a playboy bunny costume. Home alone, maybe intruder joel? 🥵 love your blog!!

hi! i only write short snippets for these requests, hope that's okay! thank you so much for filling my inbox ^^ this includes underlying body issues as well since i experience it a lot as well as a plus size girl :(

nsfw under mdni!

You’ve always known that you don’t exactly have the luckiest of luck. The universe was constantly on your tail, watching your every move, waiting for you to create a gap where they could slide misfortune and tragedy in. But you’ve managed well, dealt with it each time with a strong look on your face. This time was different, because you couldn’t even look your source of problem in the eye right now. Not when you just had your father’s best friend walk in, bowl of fruit on his hand and innocent brown eyes, on you dressed like a goddamn stripper.

“Mr. Miller, I don’t- my.. my tummy looks weird in this position.”

You’re sure he’s going to flee, going to talk about it with his drinking buddies about how disgusting your back looks in the skimpy outfit. The thing is.. you’ve never felt confident in your own skin. It’s hard to visualize yourself as a sexual being when your type of body is constantly shamed, only the nicer parts glorified. But he didn’t. Mr. Miller didn’t do any of the things you predicted and instead just sheepishly asked what you were doing, wondering if he could help.

“No it doesn’t, bun,” Mr. Miller muttered gruffly from behind you. His calloused finger running from your collarbone, down your rounded breasts (not forgetting to tweak each nipple to spite your reaction), on to where you’re most insecure of. He didn’t care one bit, just continued his little trip onto your throbbing slit. He pulled the skimpy line of your adorable bunny cosplay out of its place, chuckling softly onto the skin of your back. “You look pretty.”

“Gonna let me help you out, bun?” he gently fixed your lopsided bunny ears. “I don’t wanna hear you talk crap about this body.”

You could only manage a curt nod and his fingers lowered once more, brushing against that one bundle of nerves. You squeaked an embarrassing tone. He’s kind enough to soothe the sudden stimulation by repeating the motion. Small circle down the hood of your clit. It’s the first time you’ve ever had a man do something right for once and to your shame, it’s Mr. Miller. It’s the man who’s seen you through your awkward early twenties, the man who’s seen you drenched in salt water after a fishing trip - he knew your ins and outs way more than you’d like.

“‘m gonna treat my little bunny properly t’day,” he hummed as he slipped a single finger in, quickly assuming a come-here position. “Gonna make her see what I see.”

#ann's reply #joel miller x you #joel miller x reader #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller #tlou

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

Hello! I just wanted to mention that whenever I see your posts or reblogs, I smile. It's always wonderful hearing (reading?) your thoughts on random stuff, and the TAGS!! I'm relatively new to Tumblr, but something that I really love about it is the tags. You can put anything! It's like a little farewell message with bonus stuff for people who bother to read the whole thing (like me)! Especially on your posts, the little comments in them make me laugh.

For now, I am only a spectator; no posts of my own. But this place is pretty cool. Lots of cool people. Maybe I can start being cool, too.

Sorry for the spontaneous long "ask", but I figured it'd be nice to let you know how much I appreciate this blog. Even if you don't read it, it's nice to have it out there, y'know?

P. S. I'm a big fan of Splatoon and your takes on Pearl and Marina are really great to me. Especially the dynamic between Marina and Acht... (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠)

Greetings and welcome, friend fish creature! Praise be that you have found the place of the tags, where we flop around muttering to ourselves for everyone else to hear!

i HIGHLY recommend sometimes checking out ALL the tags on a post also. Sometimes the resulting scrolling can be tons of fun XD

tbh coolness is not the word i'd use for this place or it's people- happily cringe more like?

don't bother about it, is what i mean, have fun and ruin the day of anyone looking through your blog by making them scroll past The Color Of The Sky or fifteen reblogs of Flat Fuck Friday or maybe a dissertation on squids <3 when i first came to tumblr, i think i mostly just reblogged pics of rocks? tagged "ooohhhh" and "aaaahhh".... tho, supposed i still do that too...

cheers be to the gay cephalopods! Can't BELEIVE there's new stuff for them after all this time- AND MARINA GOT A BUDDY- will NEVER be over dedf1sh getting brought back as Acht, Marina's old friend. that's just, an actual fever dream come true. amazing... ;_;

best of luck, o' tumblerina!

#. #.. #... #...... #......... #wonder where that old fanart of marina and dedf1sh playing piano together is.... #hmmmmm #can't believe how much i used to draw for pearlina #that was so fun #what an iconic gay inspiration duo

[queerfortress2]

A sniper x f!reader. She feels gross and nasty, because, shes, well, a mercenary. Like shes insecure about the scars and the marks, and how she never has time to properly wash her hair anymore and basically feels like a rat. Thank u!

aww, poor soul :( - mod engie

FEM!READER X SNIPER

if you think sniper of all people would care you are DEAD WRONG. hes a man of scars and markings and messy hair. (sniper mullet believer). and honestly? i think he likes the scarring, it shows your work pre-respawn, and he finds it SICK. plus, if you ever feel bad about scars he could show you his own. more specifically the one from being revived in the comics. its pretty damn big after all, and hard to miss, but you love him the same, don't you?

in his attempt to be romantic i think he would kiss some of your scarring whenever he wants to be particularly sappy. humming and murmuring about how much he loves how you look and all. he thinks it makes you.. well, you!

and yeah being a lady in a masculine-heavy field is generally hard when it comes to things such as showering and whatnot. he understands. if you get especially ticked off at your messy and unbrushed hair, he would be happy to let you use the shower built into his camper, but he does warn you of the mess everywhere

he'll even wait outside the camper if you want!

what? you thought i'd say he'd sneak a few peaks? wrong blog buddy, but there are some good ones if thats the vibe you want. anyway— he wouldn't look at you any less if you simply missed a few showers or had messy locks. after all, you murder for a living, not model. you honestly still do better than some of the mercenaries on the team. excluding sniper. i think, despite the popular belief of weed smelling sniper, he is a clean man. after all, professionals have standards! hes gotta smell nice yknow. the hair is under the hat he doesn't talk about that.

if you really really struggle to find time for you to take care of yourself, for whatever reason, he will set time aside for you. before you decide to hang out he might coax you into the public showers in the complex, or the private one in his own camper, but that one is a lot smaller and really made for one person, so best of luck if thats what you choose.

#sorry for the short one i couldnt really think of much #mod engie #tf2 sniper x reader #sniper x reader #tf2 sniper

[kristinamae093]

If you get this, answer w three random facts about yourself and send it to the last seven blogs in your notifs! Anon or not, doesn’t matter !

I don't know anything about myself honestly 🤣

Fuck. Okay. I can do this.

1. I have a doggo who's full name is Sir Budward Mulligan Henry Stevenson (plus his last names lol). But we call him Bud, Buddy, Budwardo, or of course baby (he is my child) and yes, that is a KC jersey on my man's! Anytime we play he has to wear it for good luck and, well, we won the Superbowl, soooo..... 🤣❤️💛❤️💛

2. I'm a super picky eater. Texture is everything, if it's off I won't eat it. If it smells funny I won't eat it. I don't like condiments other than BBQ but even then I have to be the one to put it on lol. And cheese. I'll put nacho cheese on damn near anything. 🧀

3. I'm not married, but I've been with my boyfriend for 12 years. So he's just unofficial hubby lol. Things get rough, considering we're both Aries and butt heads like our spiritual counterparts, the Ram. It hasn't been easy but the last 3 or 4 years have been the best since we completely started over with literally nothing. We worked really hard to do that, and for the first time in both of our adult lifes we have a home we can be proud of that we got and completely furnished on our own. He's my rock, without him I am nothing. I talk smack, but at the end of the day he is my best friend and I don't know what I would do without him.

Thanks for the ask @angelasscribbles! And you as well, @bascmve01! I was going to try to answer both separately but there's no way I can think of three more things LOL! 😘😘😘🖤🖤🖤

#asks #kristinamae093 #random facts

[woetoy]

Anon art human again, I mean finding views or just acknowledgement for you art, I'm broke and either way wouldn't feel right blazing the nsfw stuff I draw but it gets no traffic or notes. Idk leaving an ask was impulsive but I really respect your art and was curious how you got your followers, if it was more a waiting thing or you found the right areas to post.

I dunno, it probably takes patients to get attention but finding motivation to make good art and then getting nothing but emptiness and boredom at the end of the process isn't motivating lol. Anyways Im thankful for your response and apologetic cause I got this trigger instinct to just blurt my questions to the cool artist I found on tumblr, and I'm sorry for bothering you so

No worries, I just felt bad that I didn't understand ya!

Getting noticed depends on a lot of things. I've had several accounts through 12 years spent on this site, and this one is the first that kinda popped off!

Do you make art that has crowd appeal? As in, is it a little silly, cute or relatable? Does it have a story behind it besides looking pretty? Is it attached to a fandom? Are you making stuff for an underrepresented niche? I often see people make something that is technically impressive, or their personal best, but it doesn't get shared too much because it lacks that appeal. It sounds harsh, I know, but it happens to me too. Until recently, my most popular piece was a doodle I banged out in an hour - just how it is, but I'm happy it resonated with people! You can have a look around at what other people post and see which posts of theirs do better or worse as well.

I don't follow the rule of posting at specific peak times, or posting every day. But I do try to tag stuff appropriately. Tumblr only uses the first 5 tags from your post in the search function, the rest you use for categorizing for your blog. So if you're starting out, it really is a waiting game until someone notices and shares your stuff, unless you have a buddy that can boost you.

I come here to have fun, I make art for me and if other people like it - awesome! I don't really optimize that well for social media reach, I just have my characters and their little stories. I do my specific niche of porn/kinks that are fun for me to draw and talk about. It helps that I have a more solid art style now than I did when I started. Apparently I've been doing NSFW for the past 7 years, and early this year is when it took off on tumblr.

To counteract the emptiness, it helps to have friends to bounce ideas around with or to make characters together with. It's why I create, really. I do it with friends because that's what I find fulfilling. And then I feel driven to draw and post about it as well, and that's been true all this time for me.

I hope you can find fulfillment as well, I think it does come through sometimes if a piece was made for reach or from personal joy. I for sure see that in ancient fanart I've done, I hate those pieces. But the personal stuff that I did for fun is still cute to me, even if it did get at most 5 notes way back when.

Sorry if my thoughts are jumbled. But yeah, this is what I do and what worked for me. But it's always different person to person. Much luck in your endeavors!

#woetxt

[truecrimethirdeyeblind]

TYLER DOYLE, MISSING DUCK HUNTER LITTLE RIVER, SOUTH CAROLINA 1/26/23

Everyone deserves for their story to be told; no matter who they are, if they are not here to tell it, they deserve to have a voice.  With this blog, I hope to be that listening ear to that voice in the darkness and make sure that their story is broadcasted to the best of my ability.  

Coastal South Carolina is filled with beauty and wonder; marshlands that support an entire ecosystem of fish and birds and other wildlife.  The low country streams and rivers meander into lakes and slough off into swampy marsh filled with turtles and heron and cayman.  In summer, the air is heavy with brine and still except for the sounds of crickets and tree frogs and splashes of alligators. Spanish moss drapes wanton like forest green curtains hung haphazardly over live oaks that stretch into the sultry southern sky.  

There are wide expanses of beach, sand and dunes, beach grass bending to the wind in a cadence matching the ever present tides.  The blue green Atlantic beckons like a siren, calling in surfers and swimmers and boaters and fishermen.  On stormy days and the skies turn grey casting a pall on the cerulean sea as it churns into blue grey whorls; those are the days the sea claims them all for its own.  

Every year, over 20 million people flock to Myrtle Beach, South Carolina to enjoy the sun and sand by day and by night there are hundreds of activities and adventures to choose from. There are aquariums, amusement parks, over 2000 restaurants, and more mini golf than you can shake a stick at.  If you should you choose, you can even take a cruise on a casino boat and try your hand with Lady Luck.  

But for every bit of paradise, there always seems to be a sinister side.  For all that beauty and wonder, there is a matched darkness and evil.  According to the FBI’s latest US Crime Report, Myrtle Beach, SC is now officially the 3rd most dangerous city in the United States (Charlotte Stories, 2019).  These are high statistics and surprising because most would assume that larger cities like New York City or Los Angeles would fall highest on that list.  

Crimes listed vary from murder to larceny to kidnapping.  South Carolina Department of Natural Resources reported in 2022 (SCDNR.gov 2023)  that missing persons cases went up by 131%.  Again, these are high statistics and suggest that perhaps there is a trend given that crime in general is high in this city.  

Just North of this crime mecca is North Myrtle Beach which ranked at number 30 on the same federal list.  That is where this untold story comes in.  North Myrtle Beach/Little River is some of the most beautiful raw nature on South Carolina’s coast.  It boasts a small town running along the Intracoastal Waterway, rife with beautiful waterfront homes and sandy beaches that lead to the Atlantic.  There are oyster beds on the intracoastal and long marsh-walks stretching across the vast waterways that course out to the Atlantic.  The area is rich with history and family owned land dating back to the 1800s in the glory days of lumber mills.  

On January 26, 2023, Tyler Doyle, a duck hunter from Loris, South Carolina went missing right there in Little River, South Carolina.  As the story goes, he was going duck hunting that afternoon with a friend.  He is said to have dropped the friend at the jetty rocks in order to go scare up some ducks to shoot.  The friend calls 911 some minutes later stating that “I am in the ocean and my boat is drifting out into the ocean.”  The 911 dispatcher asks for verification if anyone is hurt on the boat.  There is a pause.  He then states “I’m on the jetty rocks, Tyler, a buddy of mine; his boat is sinking.”  He explains that Tyler had called him in distress and that the engine had cut off and the boat was taking on water. 

The friend asks to hang up so that he may call Tyler and check on him.  He has stated that he cannot see him any longer and that he had turned away and when he looked back, he was gone.  The 911 dispatcher instructs him to hang up to call Tyler and call her right back.  Several minutes pass and the friend calls back.  On this second 911 call, he states that he was not able to reach him.  Phone records later showed that he had not even attempted to call him.  Instead, he had called a different friend for assistance stating that “If I need you, will you come.”  Just tuck that little feather in your hat for later. 

The 911 operator patches him through to the Coast Guard who is already on the way.  He tells the dispatcher before the patch that he cannot see the boat.  The dispatcher tells the caller that the Coast Guard should be there, as in they at least should be visible.  

TLDR:  The friend is picked up from the jetties by a rescue boat.  He is transported to the landing.  There is at first a report of two people being rescued, so there is momentary confusion.  Did Tyler get rescued as well?  

It turned out that he did not.  A 911 call from a family member from that night reveals the anguish felt in learning that Tyler Doyle was indeed missing.  

Remember that feather?  Yeah, go ahead and pluck it out.  At the landing, the friend who was with Tyler, now the sole witness of his disappearance, refused medical care even though he had to get in the water in order to be rescued by waiting officials.  He denied treatment for potential hypothermia.  He stated that he was waiting for his friend.  Everyone assumed he meant Tyler, but he did not.  

The friend that showed up, the one he had called instead of Tyler, was given possession of the gun and waders that was on his person during the time in question.  No explanation was given for why these items were allowed to be removed by a civilian who then later refused to come to the station to give a statement.  It was instead written by the lead investigator.  

Hours pass, officials arrive and a search is made.  It is suspended around 10:00 pm due to unfavorable conditions, stating that they would regroup in the morning.  

Over the ensuing days and weeks, they searched over 600 square miles of ocean, all the way up into the Cape Fear River because some duck decoys had been found. Five days into the search, a family led search party found a pair of waders.  They contained Tyler’s wallet with identifying information and cash.  It is unclear whether the items were wet or dry; there is conflicting information that has been released at the time of this post.  After that, the trail went cold.  The search was officially called off after 43 days; ruled a boating accident and no foul play was suspected.  

And yet there are questions. There are always questions when someone disappears but this case felt different to me so I stayed in tune.  I began to research. I gathered my own evidence.  I walked the beaches with which I was already so familiar.  I had spent my entire life traveling to this area.  And then I realize that is why this bothered me so much.  I know the area like the back of my hand.  The jetties are not some magical wall that occludes visibility.  The friend should have been able to see Tyler at all times. 

Immediately after Tyler went missing, posts began to circulate.  Tyler Doyle Discussion groups began to form.  These groups grew to over 100k in some instances.  There was infighting in the groups.  In the wake of no information being found and day after day, reports that Tyler had not been found, people started to speculate and it got a little crazy: Somebody came and stole somebody’s Daddy.  Wild theories emerged.  Tyler was in Mexico with a mysterious pop up go-fund me that grew to over 30K and was then cut off due to the speculations and criticism over the web-based charity pot.  For a brief time, Tyler was thought to be on the run because he had been charged with attempted murder.  On searching records, officials were immediately able to verify that those charges had been dismissed and expunged far prior to the incident in which Tyler went missing.  

Family was not heard from during the early months of the search for Tyler and subsequent quest for answers. They started to speak up as their shock wore off and they have questions too.  

The reports and statements submitted by the investigating body are sloppy and incomplete at best.  However, it should be noted that this law enforcement agency is not designed to investigate foul play or even trained to recognize patterns or critical thinking in criminal situations.  They are put in place to deal with land and endangered species preservation in times of accidents, give out gaming tickets and patrol the waterways for potential dangers. 

Besides, it was a small Southern town.  Everyone knows everyone; who could possibly want to hurt him? Living in the low country though, everything isn't as it seems sometimes. Not everyone has that idyllic white picket life. 

As it turns out; things were not perfect in his life.  There were echoes of marital strife with a baby on the way in a fairly new marriage.  In June, the wife moved out of the home she shared with her missing husband; lawsuits were filed against her by Tyler’s family for allegedly removing items that she shouldn’t have.  The case is still ongoing at the time of publishing of this post. 

And what of the attempted murder charges which were said to be connected to a Snapchat argument between Tyler’s brother and some unknown individuals who later did not show up for the trial?  

Could it have been a revenge killing?  Did someone have something against Tyler?  The bigger question in my mind was that I know duck hunters. When I ran this case by them, their first question was “why was he going duck hunting in the afternoon.” For myself, the area in question does not seem conducive to duck hunting. I’ve gone down there my whole life and again that’s why this case has always bothered e me.   

There are more questions on this case than answers and as of December 5, 2023, SLED (South Carolina Law Enforcement Division) joined the case of missing Tyler Doyle.  As of December 11, 2023; SLED officials picked up Tyler’s boat from SCDNR.  

The family, the media, and thousands of interested parties now await what could be a months-long review of the investigation.  Witnesses could be called back in for questioning and further statements could be needed in order to sort out the cloudy timeline of events surrounding the disappearance of this young husband and father to be.  

I will be posting more about this case as it develops and filling in information that I have been able to find on my own.  It has been nearly 11 months since Tyler went missing and Christmas is approaching.  I am sure that his presence is dearly missed.  Tyler is described as a thoughtful kind young man by all that knew and loved him.  

We can only hope that answers are found soon and that Tyler can be found and laid to rest and his family and friends can gain some semblance of closure. 

The question remains:  What really happened to Tyler Doyle?  

Roxy Jane Slater©

True Crime Journalist / Web Blogger

#true crime #missing persons #tyler doyle #scdnr #sled

[unitetheloraxfandom]

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[gremlins-hotel]

✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: 　ANON LOVE　 :･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧

Just wanted to stop by and share what I love about you and it's your art! I could probably ramble on and on and on about your art for pages and pages but only a smidgen of it would even be coherent, especially when writing about the way you draw Russia! And I can't remember the name of the AU, but that render of America standing under I think a sign in the desert? The lighting, the drama, and I'm not sure if you have fics too, but just from that image alone, I just know I would read the HECK out of that!! I also love your archaeology Jones blog and all the stuff I get to learn, something that has to be one of my favorite things about this fandom, thank you for being such a wonderful part of it!

Now spread the love! (But no pressure!) You can tag someone to say what you love about them, or if you're shy like me, drop some love as anon in their inbox! There's never too much love for us to share with each other 💖

so i've had this sitting in my inbox for nearly two weeks, trying to think of how to respond. nothing eloquent came. so i am thanking you from the bottom of my cringe-loving heart and here to spread some of that love in the most obnoxious way possible.

@ironicorange i can't not start with my goof squad, my beloved, my sunbeam. i love you lots, more than i can say. thank you for always letting me be in your dms with insane words and ideas, we both grow closer to delirium each day. watch your back you whore i'm going to steal your hands so i can one day draw like you.

@abbittheturtle my beloved irl bestie, this creature would be wayward without you. you are a fucking jewel and i will eat your art at every opportunity. also seeing you be happy in working with metal and jewelry has been amazing. i hope you continue to enjoy it! i'm wishing you love and luck with your move and good luck in our upcoming semester! i will be coming up there. this is a threat.

@temtamoo our romerica echo chamber and transatlantic 5g connection is so strong dude. your ideas are deep and your art is stunning, i love to hear from you always, regardless of the topic.

@artistically-hershie from late-night crazy au ideas to invading your workplace establishment to give you a soul-crushing hug, seeing messages from you so we can both be giggly and nuts is the best. also ugh, bro, teach me to draw.

@sunnysssol clown duo, clown twins, the dumbass squad. i will slobber for your oc and your art right here, right now. can i just say i specifically love how you color eyes. like bro!! the sol eye stare. trademark it.

@dusklikescats to you, who was one of my first more steadfast buddies after rejoining hetalia, i know you aren't into it much now, but i still light up seeing your messages. you have an energy unmatched and a contagious laugh.

@snackbar-chez-paro i drooled over your art for a long time dude and similar to miq, you became a fast friend. i always adore seeing your headcanons on discord even if you say wonderful things my tiny anglo brain doesn't always understand. you're awesome!

@irlusa you, good sir, are a fucking angel. and i will smooch you on the lips. stop living so far away!! i'm gonna fight the state. you are far kinder than you let yourself think and your art style is so fucking soft i'm gonna sleep on it.

@picturespurple-68 i'm sending you to the camps for revealing my classified secrets (code for i'm definitely going to watch more shows and movies with you someday). you are so very quick on your feet with ideas and always have fun ones to share. i could slurp up your writing like a fuckign smoothie it's so wonderful. i love our conversations and our hangouts.

there are so many more people i would love to ping but then this post would be far too long. return rebloggers and likers and people in my askbox, those whose posts i see on my dash and interact with, names i have come to recognize and associate with the crazy tunglrites, i salute you. and ily guys.

#callsign gremlin checking in #i'm feeling so fucking soft rn it's ridiculous goddamn ily guys #hhrrnngg

[saturnskyline]

the unhinged ted talk is what i am here for! ♥ i think the camaraderie that they have is nicely summed up in ep13 by vegas saying that they "both were blinded by adults", that vegas in this was no different from porsche, they are pawns in someone else's bigger game. they can't trust each other, not like friends or family would, but they both don't trust the main family (korn), and they both don't like that they are being played with. and they both have something the other wants. and honestly, after vegas sees pete, says sorry for the last time (because vegas, i think, is pretty sure he might die, he might not, but he might, so he has to say sorry before he dies), he could just not help porsche the next day and not give a fuck about porsche's uncle or mom. but he does, and even if one could argue that vegas does it in hopes of porsche joining his side, does he really? he doesn't do the usual tactics of trying to convince porsche to join him, he doesn't do any real manipulation, just a 'porsche, be careful, good luck with whatever you choose'.

i could write essays about post-canon them, because, yikes, vegas, if porsche finds out you sent men to kidnap porschay from hum bar? chay? that could have and would have been hurt if kim didn't kill those guys? ufffff. and then vegas seeing porsche with his father's ring, the same ring that bruised his cheek so many times now on kinn's boyfriends hand? and YES yes yes vegas probably learns how amazing it is to not have to compete with kinn and be "the second" (he is first to pete and to macau which all that matters), and just be vegas, instead of 'vegas of the minor family'. but also, i keep thinking about minor family's compound and how vegas walked through it, and you could tell his people respect and love him, he felt so appreciated there, the small bows and 'khun vegas' they gave him. these were people that saw him, that feared him, admired him, people that worked for minor family, were loyal to them, and porsche is taking all of that from vegas. (except in my head he doesn't really, porsche is so over his head, and he needs vegas's help, and korn might have planned to put porsche as minor family's head to end the rivalry (but does he really? he is the one who thinks competition is good? so why end it?), and move vegas off from his chess board, but porsche is a rebel, he picks vegas and asks vegas for help because who else would know things better than vegas. porsche doesn't trust vegas further than he can throw him, he knows how vegas feels about being second in the second family, but porsche also knows that he needs vegas to secure his hold, and he knows that vegas needs to feel useful and needed (another headcanon, when vegas says "i have nothing left", he doesn't discount macau or pete, it just means "i have nothing to give to you, pete, why are you here still when i am useless"), and porsche can give vegas that while vegas figures out his life with pete and how pete does not need anything else from vegas but vegas himself).

and you know, maybe they will never be best of buddies, but i can totally see post-canon vegas who loses everything but gets to have pete, and post-canon porsche who in a way, also lost everything (his dream of opening a bar, keeping chay safe, escaping mafia life at some point) and gets to have kinn, realizing that they are in some ways two sides of the same coin, and hey, if you murder enough people on adrenaline rush missions together, and you race each other on expensive ducatis for fun, you sort of kind of can call them a friend? maybe?

(honestly, i am just weak, i want everyone to be happy, so please vegas manipulate me into believing you can actually care about people other than your new family.) oh, shit, i just realized how long this is, i am gonna send this non-anon way, so you don't need to answer on your blog if it's too much. :D

thanks for indulging my brain worms! x

ahhh yay, so happy to have another ted talk contributor!!! no worries about the lengthiness either; the more words the better i think 😊

no you hit the nail on the head with this!! i think the main reason i'm so obsessed with the vegasporsche dynamic is that trust is something neither of them can really afford. porsche even says as much: "i don't trust you. i can't trust anyone. even the main family, i don't trust any of them." that last part is really the key here, since the thing that goes unspoken is "i can't afford to trust kinn right now". and oh boy, that is a WILD thing to admit to the guy who has spent his entire life in competition with your boyfriend lol

still, that isn't even the part that really gets me. no, the thing that really gets me is exactly what you pointed out: the lack of manipulation on vegas' part. dude had the information to do SO MUCH DAMAGE.. but he didn't. he didn't even gloat over the fact that he's the only one porsche can turn to (one-upping kinn btw!); he just went "well, i wondered what kinn couldn't help you with, and now i know". and then there's "i'm glad that you thought of me" .... well. *adjusts clown wig* i think that that was completely genuine, in the same way that most of the motorcycle scene seems genuine. call me crazy, and i know the fandom talks both sides all the time, but EYE personally think that vegas has a real fondness towards porsche. whether it's due to his sheer honesty and naïveté, or whether it's just "oh he's so easy to exploit uwu", that's up for interpretation. but that's my opinion there :D

there's also the fact that in this conversation (bc clearly i have many thoughts on this scene), vegas doesn't try to talk porsche away from kinn's side; in fact, he essentially does the opposite! porsche asks if he knows anything about his parents, and vegas' response is: "i know nothing. and i don't think kinn knows about it too", followed up with the line about being "blinded by the adults". so basically HE'S GIVING KINN THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT. he's talking about the fact that he and porsche are both pawns in this game, but kinn is also brought up directly in that context. "he probably didn't know either, since he's not really in charge." and thinking about this from a typical vegas manipulation point of view, wouldn't it be better to let porsche doubt kinn? wouldn't he be a perfect tool at this point, turning to you while incredibly vulnerable, admitting he can't trust the main family? why didn't vegas take advantage of that?? we don't have clear answers anywhere, but i guess that just adds to the ✨ flavor ✨

"vegas seeing porsche with his father's ring, the same ring that bruised his cheek so many times now on kinn's boyfriend's hand" NOW WHY WOULD YOU SAY THIS 😭😭 *patrick bateman voice* did you know i'm utterly insane?? ahem but anyway. yes. ring symbolism my beloathed 💔 post-canon vegasporsche is the biggest mess ever bc absolutely, vegas is gonna feel some type of way about losing what was rightfully his. and oh, i LOVE that you brought up the scene at the minor family compound! the duration feels like such an intentional choice, since it lasts just long enough to make sure we take note of how powerful vegas is in this space. he is feared and/or loved (machiavelli in the chat?); people see him and immediately pay their respect. and now porsche, unqualified porsche of all people, is in charge of it all. i do like to think that vegas comes to terms with that eventually, and is softened by the love of his family and the search for a new purpose. but i absolutely agree, i think that he isn't out of the game at all, not really, so long as porsche needs his help and korn is alive. pro: he gets to work in his area of expertise! con: he isn't fully removed from the "vegas from the minor family" label that he clearly resents. hmm. many jumbled thoughts on this

glad that you brought up vegas sending his men to kidnap/possibly hurt chay.... i really do forget about that aspect of things 🥲 along with the fact that he drugged him and maybe would have assaulted him given the chance? insert further fandom discourse here, tried to kill him multiple times, and used him to get to kinn way more times than that. so yeah, a complicated history, to say the least. but you know what they say: the best friendships are forged by unresolved conflict and emotional baggage! (okay maybe they don't say that. but i just really want these two to be friends for some reason idk)

oh wowww, i love the idea of them being opposite sides of the same coin! absolutely fascinating stuff there. reminds me of when vegas tells porsche "we're not so different on the same team now, you and i". plus i'm absolutely down for some murder/motorcycle racing!! quality bonding time for sure 🥰🥰

weirdly, even after all this, i feel like there's so much left to say bahaha. i guess that's an invitation (to all) to drop by and share vegasporsche brainrot anytime! i will probably write a whole nonsensical book about it though, so be warned hehe

#thanks for the brain worms bestie!! #mafia men have bewitched me body and soul <3 #vegas theerapanyakul #porsche kittisawasd #kinnporsche #sigh. #kp meta #asks