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[rvcentralaustralia]

Single Bed Caravans – The Smart and Simple Choice

Single bed caravans are a practical and space-efficient option for travelers seeking simplicity without sacrificing comfort. These caravans offer flexibility, ample storage, and ease of use, making them ideal for solo adventurers or companions preferring individual sleeping spaces. Check out our blog and learn more

[soft-puppy-boyfriend]

Folks I really need to [remembers suicide jokes are detrimental to myself and others] book an emergency psych session

[justdiptych]

There's a scene in Fallout: New Vegas that I find really interesting in how it uses skill checks in dialogue. A merchant company, the Crimson Caravan, want to buy out one of their rivals, Cassidy Caravans, and they hire the player character to negotiate the deal. The player has likely already met the rival company's owner, Rose of Sharon Cassidy, by this point - in fact, it's entirely possible that she suggested they ask the Crimson Caravan for work in the first place.

Cass is propping up the bar at a truck stop on the border near the game's opening area. She's heard that her caravan has been destroyed in her absence - her employees killed and their wagons burned in an attack on the road - but she can't investigate because of a bureaucratic hold-up. The man in charge of the border post, Ranger Jackson, has halted all commercial traffic across the border because of dangers on the roads - wild animals, bandits, and enemy soldiers - that the authorities are struggling to get under control.

When the player brings the Crimson Caravan's offer to Cass, she refuses on principle. Her business may have effectively been destroyed, but she's too proud and too stubborn to sell her surname for any number of messes of pottage. Convincing her requires that the player employs one of either their Speech or Barter skills - there are two options for each, requiring either moderate or high investments of skill points. Skill and Barter are the game's two Charisma-based skills, and it's not uncommon for them to appear side-by-side like this, but here, they diverge in application.

The easier Speech option is simple - the player just reminds Cass that, if she sells the business, she won't be commercial traffic anymore, so she'll be able to get across the border. She's itching to get on the road again, so this convinces her. (She will ask the player to help Jackson clear the roads for the benefit of her fellow merchants, but this is a very simple quest that they likely already completed hours ago.)

The more challenging Speech check is to tell Cass that there's no way her business can survive, so it's her duty to do the merciful thing - shoot it in the head, bury it, and move on with her life. This, naturally, brings her close to socking the player in the jaw, but she sees the truth in it. She's been holding onto the forlorn hope that there might be something left to save, but she really has lost everything. This bypasses Jackson's quest - she just wants to walk out and not look back.

The Barter options approach things differently - from the Speech options, and from each other. The more challenging one involves making some sport of the offer, challenging Cass to a drinking contest. The player has to supply the booze, and they run the risk of getting embarrassingly drunk if their Endurance stat is too low, but, either way, this will impress Cass enough that she'll sign the contract.

The easier Barter option, though, is, I think, the most interesting. It requires the player to sweeten the deal with their own money - a not insubstantial amount of it, in fact. Cass is still hesitant, though, which allows the player to make a very interesting point. With the money from the Crimson Caravan plus the player's contribution, she'd have enough to restart her business - buy new animals and equipment, hire a new crew, start trading again.

Further, the player can point out that the Crimson Caravan are unlikely to continue using the 'Cassidy Caravans' name after buying it. They're only buying her out to try to monopolise local trade, after all. If they don't use the name, they'll forfeit their rights to it - meaning that Cass can, as she puts it, take their money, give them nothing, and go back to running her business as if the attack never happened.

Cass, naturally, accepts this offer, though she's staggered that the player is so willing to sell out their employers to help her like this. (The player needn't feel any moral misgivings about doing so. A little investigation reveals that the attack on Cass's business was actually engineered by the Crimson Caravan themselves, in collusion with a crime family, in a conspiracy to wipe out their competition.)

I think this entire interaction represents how well New Vegas uses skill checks. Barter, in RPGs, is often a very barebones skill. Its use is letting the player earn more and spend less - as part of an equation determining shop prices, or in dialogue options that boil down to asking for money. It's not uncommon for Speech to be the skill of the peaceful, benevolent diplomat, while Barter is for common mercenaries.

Here, though, the Barter options actually cost more than their Speech equivalents. The player ends up out of pocket for a sizable chunk of change or at least a lot of booze. Instead, the Barter skill represents the character's understanding of common business practices and relevant laws. It allows them to convince Cass to accept a deal by finding a loophole that benefits her more than if she refused.

The equivalent Speech options, meanwhile, are effectively free, but do involve making Cass feel that little bit worse. They emphasise what she's lost, how trapped she is by her circumstances, and convince her to give up and let the Crimson Caravan win. In the long run, this doesn't make a real difference - once she leaves the outpost, she and the player can discover the conspiracy and get their revenge either way - but I think the choice does let the player say something about their character.

Part of the brilliance of this game is how little details, like Cass being stuck at the outpost, tie into other details all across the story. Caravan traffic is halted, in part, because deathclaws have nested near the roads to the north. They've nested there because the local quarry has ceased operations - the noise caused by the digging and blasting had previously scared them off.

The quarry closed down because escaped convicts raided it and stole the workers' stash of mining explosives. The convicts escaped because the government was using them for forced labour on the railroads, and foolishly entrusted them with enough dynamite to stage an uprising, seize control of the prison, and turn it into a fortress and a base of operations for banditry.

Similarly, the threads of Cass's story spread outwards, ultimately affecting the entire future of New California. When she learns that the Crimson Caravan and their allies killed her friends, Cass is furious. She wants to march over there and beat the snot out of the people responsible. The player can convince her to instead settle things legally - get proof of their crimes, pass them on to Ranger Jackson, and hope the justice system gets revenge for her.

If Cass does things her way, the criminals pay with their lives, but their bosses end up better off for it. With their regional execs murdered, the trading companies can claim that the government isn't doing enough to protect them - so, they don't have to support the government's interests, either. They withdraw trade, demand special treatment, and end up making their shortfall everyone's problem.

If the legal option is pursued, though, the evidence becomes blackmail material. The government has the trading companies over a barrel, and that lets them pass stricter trade laws. Given the choice of accepting regulation or facing criminal investigation, the crooked execs choose to stay out of jail. Those responsible for the murders technically avoid justice, but their hopes of a monopoly are dashed - and their superiors are unlikely to be pleased with them having hurt long-term profits so badly.

Cass's story is political and economical all the way through. It's about the influence of wealth on government, and the fundamental injustices of the carceral system. It's about revenge, and reform, and how to hit people where it hurts - their bottom line. And it's about how, sometimes, skills in an RPG aren't about making numbers go up - they're about how a character understands the world around them, and how they can apply that understanding to help someone out of a jam, or help reshape the trade lines of a whole nation.

[urfriendlywriter]

small things that just matter in romance:

( feel free to use hehehehe | @urfriendlywriter

my favorite is 2, 6, 9, 14, 19, 25!! tag me when yall write plssss!! would love to read <3 )

little teasing pecks after kissing passionately

giving you a little twirl whenever you wear a dress > <

that gaze when they're introducing you to people using your relationship status

"this is my ___, everyone!" and that proud smile. AAAAH <3

"hey lover :)" with an eye crinkling smileeee aaaah.

their touch on your nape when they're clasping a necklace for you. (hey god its.. uh me again heh).

kissing in the rain!!! ✧♡

holding hands while he's driving! (and then they crash- obv safety first kids :))

them sneaking into your bedroom window to see you!!! (taylor swift coded I tell you)

slow kisses, dreamy, lazy, lips gently touching the teasing the other's, eyes fluttering closed, feeling all shy SJSJKJS

undressing infront of each other !! with no crazy 18+, just wholesome kisses here and there and then going to bed ^^

love letters sealed with kisses

"hey, buzz off, that's my wife!" "ayo, you think you can talk about my husband like that?" kekekeke

draping arms around each other's waists while walkinggggg >>>

booping noses n giggling

brushes of lips with shaky breaths and a tired smile after a long day. :')) me when

flowers. tucking hairs behind your ears. caressing cheeks.

buying dinner and eating it in the car together! or in like the back of the caravan!

beach dates, running close to the waterline and tackling each other <33

midnight dances in the kitchen, going full out n crazy and not just slow dancing.

tugging at their collar when kissinggg kekekeke

mutually loathing someone and shit talking ab them (do yk how fun it is)

mini dates in the rooftops, lying on a macrame chair/hammock on top of each other and watching the moon !!!!

hugs first kinda love. seeing each other after work? hugs. and being picked up during hugs >>>

mumbling to each other in a room full of people and quietly laughing. having eyes only on each other when the world is watching you.

[in-search-of-an-exit]

The portal caravan scene was the most unapologetically D&D part of the movie imo

-the creative use of a magic item, not for it’s obvious and intended use

- each member of the party getting to do different parts from buying a painting to using wild shape

- the extreme convoluted nature of all the steps

- being extremely clever but still getting fucked up by bad execution(bad rolls)

-obvious holes in the plan like the guards clearly being able to see all of them working out just cause the other people are way to oblivious (when you get saved only cause an npc rolls a 5)

[bitterkarella]

Midnight Pals: Sunsweet Prunes

Ray Bradbury: submitted for the approval of the midnight society, i call this the tale of the lazy summer of youth Bradbury: long days down by the river, fishing in miller's pond, afternoons at the soda shop, ice cream sundaes with fabulous unicorn worlds built of whipped cream, nickels for a dime Bradbury: and becky miller's freckled-face kisses Bradbury: sweeter than sunsweet prunes

Bradbury: sunsweet prunes, i tell you Bradbury: the only prune that's sweeter than a nostalgic midwestern childhood Bradbury: and they come in these little individually wrapped plastic packs too King: Poe: Barker: Koontz: Lovecraft: Bradbury: I just think they're neat

Bradbury: according to my stories, in the far distant future of 2001 Bradbury: we shall travel in tubes Bradbury: we'll have flying cars Bradbury: and we'll all be eating our sunsweet prunes out of individually wrapped plastic packs Poe: wait you never said that in your stories Bradbury: i wish i had Bradbury: i would have been 1 for 3 at least

Bradbury: look, they individually wrap these sunsweet prunes in plastic Bradbury: what a world! Bradbury: its like living in the not too distant future Poe: doesn't that create a lot of waste Bradbury:

Bradbury: tearing open this individually wrapped snack pack reminds me of tearing open presents on christmas morning, snow on the ground, ma and pa taking the day off from working the farm, the whole family arriving in a caravan of automobiles, aunts and uncles and cousins by the dozen, oh my! oh my! uncles a little too loud after three egg nogs, cousins playing cops & robbers in the hay loft

Bradbury: and the feasting, the jollity! too many voices all at once, raised in laughter, in song. the twinkle in dad's eye, the red roses in mom's cheeks, grandpa's baritone chuckle. falling asleep to the sounds of bing crosby on the tombstone radio, surrounded by the warm glow of early evening King: wow these prunes sound pretty incredible King: i'm sold! Koontz: [tearing open sunsweet prune container] guys Koontz: i think my prunes are broken Koontz: i didn't feel any of that stuff ray said

Poe: ray are they paying you to advertise for prunes Bradbury: no no of course not! Bradbury: i would never accept money to tell you about the incredible health benefits of america's favorite prunes, sunsweet Bradbury: full of 12 different antioxidents King: can i buy them with my american express card

Neil Gaiman: but ray! Gaiman: using the limitless vista of your inpirational mind to advertise a mere consumer good Gaiman: such a tawdry use of the gift of imagination! Gaiman: it cheapens us as writers just as the low low prices of chipotle cheapens organic rice and GMO-free beans to bring wholesome healthy Mexican inspired fusion cuisine to the masses

Gaiman: you can't leash the phoenix of creativity to the millstone of commerce! Gaiman: she must fly free! Gaiman: free like the secret dragon sauce available now at now extra charge at your local chipotle King: neil's right! Poe: about chipotle? King: about everything!!

[irawhiti]

no tagging please lol

hey so uh. a little while back i was forced to leave where i lived for my own safety due to racist violence. i'm currently homeless living in an uninsulated caravan full of holes with my parents in the middle of nowhere (literally, it's over an hour to the nearest small town and 30 people live in an entire hour radius. i'm very remote.) with no electricity, water, or plumbing. we had a generator but it's been broken for several weeks now and we have EXTREMELY limited power because of it which means we have no heating at all. on top of that, since we have no heat or plumbing, if i want to take a shower i have to pay a minimum of $30 ish for petrol and the shower cost to get a lift into the nearest town and back. i can't really wash using a basin as often as i want to because of disabilities that are severely affected by cold and i'd have to wash out in the open in a field since we have no shed to wash in which is uhh... haha not ideal lol. as you can imagine. we don't really have any neighbours (they can still see us but they're not here right now) but it's extremely paranoia inducing. it also means i have to handwash all my clothes which has been causing issues with my disabilities too.

i hate to ask but could i please get some help to buy some warm clothes and bedding or something? several people on the block have contracted hypothermia in the past week and due to where we live we get hit with antarctic storms fairly frequently. i've been trying to stay positive but i'm honestly so fucking cold and getting increasingly malnourished, like i'm australian and all my clothes are only really good to keep warm if it's above like 15c/59f. it's also just very expensive just to exist here because it costs $40 in gas to get to the closest town we can actually buy groceries from + we need to buy and scavenge firewood wherever we find it because campfires are the only way we can heat up water or cook anything right now. i've been foraging and trapping invasive animals to supplement my diet but it's really not enough and i've been getting sick from malnourishment again. we also had e-coli in the household recently and three of us have gone into hospital (including myself) in the past month and i'm kind of at my limit. since we have no power i've had to pay a stupid amount for my phone bill and data also like everything is truly so fucking expensive.

pāypāl.me/hoodypet

please specify that it's for irawhiti, this is my friend's paypal. thank you so much if you can help me at all, i'm trying to take this shit in stride but i'm kind of absolutely fucked right now as much as i hate to admit it

[allieebobo]

Do you have any if recommendation?

Ooh! I have really, really bad memory(!!) but these are current faves that I have played/replayed recently that I can think of. A lot of the authors are also THE BEST HUMAN BEINGS EVER. So, double recommendation.

I probably missed a bunch out, so take this as a non-exhaustive list! In no particular order:

(Edit: Added some descriptions but yeah I got a little unhinged so I'm sorry nothing makes sense or if the quality of the write-up went down over time/did not actually give you any useful info)

WIPs with demos

Citadel, @bouncyballcitadel (I think of all the IFs on this list, this one makes me sweat the most. And I've said it once and I'll say it again: the dialogue is so snappy and well-written, and characters are SO DAMNED LOVEABLE.)

Infamous, @infamous-if (I've been manifesting Band/Musician IFs for the longest time, and then this popped up! I've even played Choice of a Rockstar, that's how desperate I was... Anyway, this is legions better than that. Angsty ex routes are my kryptonite, and Seven is just. Inevitable.)

Defiled Hearts: The Barbarian, @defiledheartsblog (I went into this wanting something juicy and fun/historical—and it's all of those things, but I didn't expect it to be so damned funny, too. The ROs are all impeccable.)

Raiders of the Caravan and Apartment 3-3, @leftski-if (A'ight listen, fantasy slice-of-life is my fave genre, and these are IT. Like, everything I never knew I needed in my life, and SO cozy/wholesome, with a cast of characters that I want to befriend in real life.)

The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes: An Affair of the Heart @doriana-gray-games (First off, the customization in this game is INSANE, and the branching too. I've replayed a couple of times and the little variations I discover each time just blows my mind. Secondly, it's so funny and written so well. Ngl I'm not a Sherlock fan but that's just testament to how amazing this IF is.)

When Life Gives You Lemons, @when-life-gives-you-lemonssss (Modern slice-of-life with an adorable kid, a bunch of hot ROs, CC. Hill's humor, what can I say?)

Golden @milaswriting (Really interesting world-building, one of the coolest fictional cities I've read in an IF, AND I'm obsessed with the ROs, in particular K de la Renta. Also Mila is such an awesome writer, I'm beyond excited for @beyondthegame.)

A Tale of Crowns @ataleofcrowns (This game is beautiful, polished, and SO exciting. Honestly, it looks like the kind of game created by a whole-ass game studio and would cost $50 to buy, it's that good. I really got swept up by this IF—probably played it all in one go.)

Rougi @rougi-if (Again, another game with scrumptious visuals/UI and also is just so well-crafted. I love the premise too, it's so original and fresh.)

Scout: An Apocalypse Story @anya-dev (Unfortunately this one might be on hiatus but I am/was really, really obsessed.)

Wayfarer @idrellegames (Love the game mechanics of this one, and the visuals. Probably controversial, but I like the D&D / random dice effect. And I also like the fact that it feels like an old-school RPG.)

Chop shop @losergames (The premise is all I needed to be sold, really—I'd always wanted to buy GTA as a kid but my parents were like NO WAY. Anyway, this IF did not disappoint, and let me live all my childhood dreams.)

Edit: AHH! How could I forget, one of my recent faves, Folksaga @folksaga-if (Lush atmospheric writing, super unique premise—norse mythology, plus I'm head over heels for Katla).

Completed IFs

Butterfly Soup 1 and 2 @brianna-lei (these are completed and I will never not promote them. Honestly the most adorable, wholesome, funny sports/coming-of-age IF I've read)

Elsinore: After Hamlet @lapinlunairegames (Insanely cool premise, insanely cool execution)

The Thick Table Tavern @manonamora-if (I love bar/tavern games, and this one actually lets you mix drinks! Instant fave.)

Other HGs/COGs I love: Slammed, Tin Star, Fallen Hero, If it pleases the court, A Player's Heart (these last two are so underrated, though I guess cause it's mainly wlw)

[signalhill-if]

Signal Hill Update 1.2.0 is Live

...been a while, huh?

After a long hiatus from this project to focus on my schoolwork, I have a whole update for you lovely folks including over 27,500 words of new content.

For new players, Signal Hill is a text-based interactive fiction RPG set in the post-apocalyptic utopia of Signal Hill. After your caravan is ambushed on the way to the city, you're stranded here- penniless. As you try to recover your cargo, you'll meet a cast of morally dubious characters looking to use you for their own benefit and uncover a web of intrigue far vaster than you ever imagined.

In this update...

DRESS UP GAMES (8.5k). As you embark on your quest to become Yvette's little helper, you'll need to do some dirty work for him- but before you can do that, you've got to look the part. Meet up with him at Darling's Boutique to play dress up with a number of cheeky, route-exclusive clothing items to disguise yourself in an underground genderfuck club.

CROSSROADS (7.5k). The local cult leader wants to meet with you- how could you say no? With tensions high, learn about Levi, the beliefs of him and his followers, and the strange living god they follow.

WHISPERING STREETS (8k). You've been tasked with figuring out who stole that precious cargo from the caravan- who shot you. Ask around, push, prod, and put the pieces together to figure out what the word on the street is. Ask the right people, and you might just learn a thing or two about the twisted web of politics going on behind the scenes.

DEBRIEF (3.5k). Collect your thoughts, share your info, and make a plan for what comes next. This scene has two variations, one featuring Doc and one featuring Levi.

Also, look forward to...

New conversations with some fan-favourite NPCs

Four new route-exclusive clothing items for folks working with Yvette

A simple UI option for desktop users

PLAY NOW.

Cover image artwork by @wuntrum | Buy me a coffee? Bug reports can be sent to signalhilldev@gmail.com

[dailyadventureprompts]

Adventure: On the Chopping Block

Haste makes waste, the slow and merciless trod of industry makes something else entirely

For centuries the people of the Towerpine woods kept to the old rites and offerings which allowed them to make their living from the forest while staying on the good side of the local fey. That was before the margrave came and built his damnable mill, which takes and takes without first asking and stains the sky with its fumes. Now not only has the ancient pact with the fey been transgressed but the people of the Towerpine have lost their living, unable to compete with the mill and its labouring constructs, which produce in a day what it took the whole region a week to cut and carve.

Things are reaching a breaking point, and if the heroes don't act quickly there be no telling just how far the devastation will reach.

Adventure Hooks:

A good way to get the party into the Towerpine woods (especially if you're using this as an intro adventure) is to have them as caravan guards escorting much needed supplies to the frontier region. After fending off some wildlife that's grown increasingly erratic thanks to the mill's disruption of their habitat, they sit down in a village's public house for an overdue rest only to be approached by a gang of malcontents intent on going up the hill and doing something about the mill. These people are absolutely correct in their grievance, but their righteous and somewhat drunken attempt at sabotage is going to end badly when the constructs that work supply the mill activate and look to deal with them as intruders. The party can witness this disater first hand, ending up captured or escaping into the woods, alternatively they might hear about it the next morning, when the villagers beseech them to intervene and rescue the surviving saboteurs from where they're being held at the mill.

Garvan Vimley is the sort of odious little man who gives progress a bad name. Placed in charge of the mill's operation, Mr. Vimley and his Towerpine Lumber Company ( ironically shortened to TLC on their branding ) care only about squeezing more profits from the region regardless of how much harm occurs in the process. He might just be willing to release the captured vandals, if the party agrees to find one of his oh-so-expensive logging constructs that's vanished in the past week after being sent with a team of surveyors (who are also missing, but not as valuable) into one of the forest's more wild regions. As it turns out, the construct has been hijacked by a group of the local fey, who are now bickering between destroying the thing for good, playing with their new toy, or winding it up and send it rampaging back towards the mill. Negotiating with the fey will be difficult, especially because they hold a few of the surviving surveyors in thrall and are more than willing to use them as bargining chips.

Future Adventures:

Regardless of what the party decides to do Vimley intends to use this latest attempt at sabotage as a means of convincing his noble patron to institute draconian measures, pettitioning the crown to enclose the commonly held Towerpine woods and thus making it illegal for anyone save the TLC to harvest wood in the region, which would not only force the locals out of business but force them to buy even their kindling from the profitmongering Vimley or else be branded thieves. This scheme is subtle, and if one of the now sympathetic surveyors doesn't tip them off it's going to require the party to do some independant snooping to even notice what's going on. Once things are in motion the report of the sabotage has to be intercepted before it reaches the Margrave, potentially in a daring chase through the forest. Even then it's only but even that's going to be only a temporary fix, they'll need to make a petition at the Margrave's court with evidence of Vimley's mismanagement, or perhaps even oust the Margrave himself before he gets the crown involved.

It's more than corruption and greed at work in the Towerpines, as the forest's ancient guardians are making their displeasure known in all manner of ways. Rampaging beasts, dangerous pranks, nightmares, and bad omens all beset the people at the edge of the forest. Even this is not enough for Illyurn, the youngest of a circle of dryads who have long held court in the shadow of the ancient pines. The elders of the circle are convinced that their mortal neighbours will heed their warnings, return to the old ways, but Illyurn has fewer memories of good will to hold her back, and her anger burns ever hotter. Fire sears away the rot and ushers in the new growth after all, and as the days pass and Illyurn more and more embodies this destructive aspect of nature the more her incendiary words will catch in the mind of her fellow fey and those most discontent of the villagers, transforming them into a blazing mob that will rage and rage and rage until the landscape is rendered into ash.

When the party intercede and end up having to put Illyurn down, she will choke out one final smoke-bitter curse: A doom for the party, for the mill, it's maker, and it's masters, may all they hold precious end in embers.

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[vic-sinclair-96]

What cars would all the little characters in Helluva Boss drive?

My brain continues to rot in relation to Vivienne Medrano's wonderful hell world, so let's do the same thing we did with Hazbin Hotel and figure out what cars everyone drives!

Starting with everyone's favorite spineless jackass, Moxxie.

Moxxie has a lot of mafia backstory, so an imposing black sedan is the ideal choice. Unfortunately, Mox is too much of a dorky theater geek to drive something like a Mercedes or Cadillac, so he gets a Volvo 240

It's precisely at the correct intersection of tough and badass, but also soft and sensitive.

Next up, Millie. A country girl with a penchant for battleaxes.

She gets a Ford Bronco. Country girls make do. (Blitzø frequently asks to borrow it)

Without further ado, onto the furry bait. Loona! Everyone's favorite syphilitic goth girl.

Loona is a naïve, troubled teenager who puts on an aggressive outward appearance as a self-defense mechanism. And when a teenager is trying to find themselves? Volkswagen Golf.

Diesel.

Divesting away from the working class characters, there's my personal favorite gay recently divorced owl, Stolas!

As royalty, Stolas couldn't be seen driving around in anything as plebian as a people's car or Swedish brick, he gets the best of what Europe has to offer. A relatively new Bentley Flying Spur. It blends in well in the driveways of other Goetia family members.

Stella, Stolas' recently ex-wife, insisted forcefully that she did not want to be a passenger to Stolas.

She would much rather take her Range Rover, long wheelbase of course. Think of what people would say if she only had the standard model?

Let's see. Fortunately for us, there aren't actually that many characters in Helluva Boss, so we're nearly done already!

Fizzarolli! What a guy. Great clown and burn victim.

Fizzie didn't buy his own car, of course, His boyfriend Asmodeus bought the car for "himself", but in practice only Fizz drives it.

Fortunately, our friends at General Motors made a car that's exactly as comically exaggerated and larger than life as Fizzarolli himself. Asmodeus picked the Hummer EV because it's big and safe.

Finally! Last but far from the least, the Helluva Boss himself, Blitzø!

Unlike most of the other characters, we've actually seen Blitzø's car on the show! Multiple times, the company van driven by him is shown to be a 1980s-era first-generation Dodge Caravan

That's the main cast!

Which show do you want to see next? I've been thinking about all the digital circus characters lately, specifically how Ragatha would drive a Kia Soul.

[echoingbirdsofprey]

Back Forty View (On Our Piece Of Ground)

9 - Wrapped Round Your Finger Like This Ring I'm Wearin'

Pairings: Tyler Owens x OFC Georgia Tennley-Owens, Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x OFC Samantha Kazansky

Rating: EXPLICIT (MDNI!)

Warnings: SMUT at the end. Talk of pregnancy/getting pregnant again, exactly one use of the phrase 'i'm in heat' LOL! other than that just the usual swearing and wildness you've come to know and love on the Owens Ranch. Also dad!Tyler! Gifs by @kaizsche except that one in the right bottom corner and yes, that is from the Longest Ride. You'll get why I picked it when you read. Pictures from Pinterest!

A/N: Jake and Sam are going home soon but not before Jake tries to beat his brother in a competition, and buys a truck hahaha. As always hope y'all enjoy and those likes, comments, reblogs make me super happy! Also, if you wanna be on my taglist just let me know and I will add you. I'm very happy to!

Tags: @mrsevans90 @djs8891 @gpsmississippihippie @barnesboo1967 @dizzybee03 @coloraturadiva @kmc1989 @khouse712

It was early on a Sunday morning, most people at church, breakfast, or home from work for the day. The only thing you could hear on the highway was the loud roar of two truck engines. They were racing. Tyler in his blue square body Ford and Jake in his green Chevy sped down the bottom end of Highway 7, heading out of Dardanelle. Both boys planned to turn down 65 and then head back up through the back of the Emory Family’s fields that abutted the Arkansas River. They were going way over the speed limit of 75. At least ninety at one point and laughing their asses off as their trucks rumbled and rattled being pushed to their limit.

Just as they turned onto 65, they saw blue lights in their rearview. Jake yelled out his window.

“Aww what the fuck!” Jake had the urge to speed up but as the lights got closer, they knew they should stop. Both boys pulled to the side of 65 and parked, sirens blaring as the cop stopped behind them. They turned their trucks off so that they could hear the cop. He got on his speakers.

��If it ain’t the Owens boys. How did I know? Get outta yur trucks and put your hands up.” The cop announced and the boys complied. The cop stepped out, hands hooked in his belt. Tyler and Jake stood, hands up and guilty heavy on their faces. “At ease boys. Putchur hands down.”

“Hi Officer Mullins. Nice mornin’ ain’t it?” Tyler said, trying to soften the situation. Officer Mullins glared at Tyler, so he shut up.

“Boys. I know the roads are empty but ya can’t be speedin’. I’m gonna call Kenny. Stay here. Don’t do anythin’ stupid, got it?” The boys nodded, Tyler folding his arms across his chest. Jake folded his behind his back.

“Well...Kenny is gonna be bullshit.” Jake murmured, glancing around. Tyler sighed heavily.

“Well...we shouldn't have done that.” Tyler said, his gaze settling on Jake.

“Shouldn’t have gotten caught.” Jake mused and then Tyler nodded, punching his brother in the shoulder. Officer Mullins came back then.

“Get back in your trucks and I’m gonna escort you boys home. You’re lucky you’re Kenny and Jeanie’s boys, ‘else I’d’ve given you both tickets.” He said and the boys glanced at each other before silently stepping back over to their trucks. They got in and started their engines, Officer Mullins at the caboose of their caravan as they turned back north on 7.

When they arrived home, Kenny was standing on the porch. Jeanie wasn’t home from church yet. Officer Mullins shook Kenny’s hand from in the car and the boys parked their trucks. They hopped out and Kenny folded his arms across his chest, but waved as Officer Mullins backed out of the driveway and sped away to another call. 

“That was dumb.” Kenny said sternly. The boys hung their heads, feeling shame. They never wanted to disappoint Kenny. 

“We’re sorry, dad.” Tyler said softly, Jake agreeing. Kenny stepped over and patted them both on their shoulders.

“You should be. Don’t fuckin’ get caught next time, ya dodos.” Kenny said, a lilt of humor in his voice. The boys glanced at each other and then at Kenny as he walked back into the house. “Go clean the barn and mow the lawn before your momma gets home.”

“Yessir!” They said in unison, Tyler running to the tractor and Jake sprinting to the barn.

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Competition was always in the air when Tyler and Jake were together. 

“Okay here's the deal. You gotta run the barrel pattern, cut a cow out and pen it, and then breakaway rope a cow outta the chute.” Tyler said from atop Rascal. He glanced around, earning an agreeable nod from each of the other competitors. His competitors being Georgia, Jake, Boone, and Lennon.

“And don't you for one damn second think ‘cause I just had a kid that I ain’t gonna smoke all y'all’s asses.” Georgia said, as Tulsa jigged beneath her. She rubbed up and down the filly’s neck to get her settled.

“It's been years since I roped but I think I can still get it.” Jake said, comfortably sat upon Twist. He scratched the middle aged mare’s withers gently, and talked softly to her. He was thankful they had a horse available for him to ride.

“Well I ain't never roped, ‘cept cowboy joustin’, so this should be entertainin’.” Boone said, atop Ophelia’s gelding, Poplar, who was the safest option of all. It had been quite a while since Boone had ridden and he needed the confidence boost. Lennon was atop his rope horse, Kylo, and just glanced around, feeling a little outmatched. Ophelia and Dustin both wanted in but neither knew how to throw a rope well enough so they decided to sit out this one. 

Sam was standing comfortably outside of the arena, holding baby Jaycen in her arms. She cradled him and cooed sweetly to him. Like she'd told Jake, she never wanted kids until he came along and holding her soon to be nephew, only made the baby fever feel worse. It was an instinctual need that she wanted fulfilled, and damn it Jake was going to make it happen. But not before Jake tried to beat his brother in something.

They had rented a small herd of cows, six to be exact, so that Tyler and Lennon could play around roping, and Jake could have a little bit of fun before he left. They had to tag them their selves, so they numbered them zero through five so that if they wanted to practice penning or sorting they could do that as well. Surprisingly, they had more time in between Jaycen’s feedings than they thought. He mostly slept so they were able to get in some rest and short rides, but both Tyler and Georgia had what felt like a hundred alarms going off throughout the day, every day. It did help though that Sam wanted to hold him and keep him company. It was good for Jaycen to be out in the fresh air. 

They ran the events one by one so that they wouldn’t have to keep swapping cows around. Dustin would help with the cows, and the rest of the Wranglers had arrived to watch. Georgia glanced over from atop Tulsa, seeing Kate begging to hold Jaycen. That made her smile, loving how much their friends loved the little boy. Jake had looked at the same time, seeing Sam’s expression drop slightly as she handed Jaycen to Kate. He wasn’t Sam’s, but Jake could see how much she wanted a little one of her own. Of their own . 

Tyler was first to go, starting with the barrel pattern. He hit two of them but they didn’t fall. Ophelia was keeping time and wrote everything in the notes app on her phone.

“17.55” She announced. Next was Jake who pulled a 16. 

“That’s cause you’re on an actual barrel horse!” Tyler exclaimed, smiling wide as Jake trotted past and high fived him. Boone and Lennon went, both pulling over 18’s. And then it was Georgia’s turn.

“ Last to go, best to go, Peach .” She heard Tyler’s voice and the memory of him saying that echoed in her brain as she kissed to Tulsa, pushing her forward and fast. She ran the barrels smoothly and easily and Ophelia even took a video on her phone. She cheered when she stopped the clock.

“Holy shit 15 flat! That’s NFR worthy!” Ophelia exclaimed and Georgia's gaze shot to Tyler immediately. He nodded approvingly, making the Tornado Wranglers motion with a single finger, and leaned over to kiss her as she backed the mare into the line of horses and next to him.

Next up was the cutting. They needed to cut a cow out and keep it from the herd for at least thirty seconds. Tyler and Jake had no problem with this, easily going over the thirty second threshold. Boone held the cow for a little over fifteen seconds. Lennon held the cow for around twenty seconds. Georgia went last again, and while the mare was no cutting horse, she managed to hold the cow for just under the thirty seconds. 

“Aright so currently we have Georgia in first. Jake in second. Tyler in third. Lennon fourth. Boone fifth. Boone, if you don’t get first here, you’re buying pizza for everyone tonight.” Ophelia said, giggling. That had been their agreement, and first place got a hundred dollars. Georgia was gunning for that because it was going to be the first thing to go in a bank account for Jaycen. She glanced over at Jake and pointed. 

“ You’re goin’ down, Hangman. ” She said and Jake chuckled. 

“Aright, Pinky , easy there.” He chided and she stuck her tongue out at him. Sam, hearing the nickname, raised a brow at Jake. She wanted to know where that came from, but she’d ask him later.

Dustin loaded the first cow for Tyler into his new roping chute. Tyler was so excited to use it and Georgia was ecstatic to see it used. She didn’t know if she could top that for next Christmas, but she’d probably try anyway. She had all year to think of what to get him. They were doing breakaway roping, so they only had to catch a leg for each cow and it was again, the fastest time. 

Tyler was up first. This was one of his best events after bull riding. He would always sub in for others, heading or heeling, and he’d saved a runaway cow one too many times to count. He backed Rascal into the corner of the pen to the right of the chute, loop in his left hand, the slack of the rope and the reins in his right. Tyler nodded and the cow burst out of the chute and Tyler swung his rope twice and threw it, catching the cows back legs. Rascal slid to a stop and as Tyler pulled the slack up, he glanced over at Ophelia with a smirk.

“Goddamn. 1.8 seconds. That’s only like point two off from the world record.” Ophelia said and Dustin gawked at the timer. Jake quietly stepped forward and backed Twist into the corner, knowing he could get close to Tyler’s time but not beat him. Dustin coaxed a cow into the chute, a different one, and Jake nodded quickly. Jake swung the rope thrice and threw it, catching one leg. Twist halted hard and Jake bounced but bared down as the rope broke away.

“Oh my god that was so fuckin’ close! Two flat!” Ophelia said and everyone cheered. Jake smirked and high-fived Tyler. Then it was Boone’s turn and he knew he couldn’t get a time anywhere close to that so he focused on trying to just get one leg on the cow. He did, in about thirty seconds. Lennon put up a blazing 1.9 seconds and then it was Georgia’s turn. She had never roped off the filly, but Tyler knew she could get it done. 

She backed Tulsa into the pen and Dustin put a cow in the rope chute. She nodded and it felt like slow motion as the filly got low and shot out of the chute like a rocket after the cow. Georgia swung the rope and threw it, hooking one of the cow’s hinds. Georgia had to pull Tulsa to a stop but once she figured it out she stood stark still and Georgia glanced back.

“TWO FLAT!” Ophelia exclaimed and the Wranglers all cheered. Sam had been handed Jaycen again and she took one of his little arms and waved it for him, making the little boy giggle and squirm excitedly. Tyler and Georgia both turned at the sound of their son’s joyous laugh. They both hopped down from their horses and walked over to their son. Sam brought the little boy into the ring and traded Georgia for the filly. Georgia turned with Jaycen in her arms, and as everyone else was cooling out their horses, she asked Sam to do something for her.

“Hop on Tulsa.” She said and Sam shook her head.

“Oh no I couldn’t.” She said and Georgia bounced her son in her arms.

“Of course you can. Go walk around with your man.” Georgia said, smirking. Sam took a deep breath, rubbing the filly’s face and then swinging the reins over her neck. She led the bay over to the block and mounted. Jake had stopped by Tyler and Georgia.

“Good job, Pinky.”

“You too, Hangman.” He smirked and then he noticed Sam aboard the filly.

“Well, looky here. You look gorgeous up there, honey bun.” He said, his smile becoming warm. His eyes glistened. Sam blushed and she thanked Georgia. Ophelia came over and took Rascal for Tyler, walking the gelding around to cool him down. Tyler snuggled up to Georgia and his son.

“Think ya won, Peach.” He said softly, pressing a kiss to her forehead. She smiled wide.

“Good. That money can go in that bank account for Jaycen.”

“Perfect.” He said, running his fingers across the little boy’s hairy head lovingly.

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After Jaycen was born, Georgia was back on a horse within a few weeks, careful about doctor's orders. Jaycen was now coming about two months old and Tyler couldn't wait for them to be done with everything for the day. He'd gone out in the morning, chased a rather underwhelming tornado for a livestream and now had come home with Kate, Scott, Boone, and Lily all geared up to watch Jaycen for the night so that he and Georgia could go out and have a night to themselves. 

Jake and Sam had taken their dogs and driven down to see Jeanie and Kenny for a couple of days before they were supposed to head home. They had planned to drive home, because Tyler had convinced Georgia to sell her truck, and Jake had offered to buy it. It would be a nice road trip for them before going back to their busy life in Miramar. They had to drop the rental truck in Little Rock, so Jake had driven the Denali, so he could really be sure it was what he wanted, which of course, it was. Jake, Sam, and their dogs would head back to Stillwater for one more quick goodbye before getting on the road to California.

And little did Georgia know, Tyler had a new truck waiting in the wings for her, as well as a trailer. 

Jake loved his truck at home, but ever since he’d been in Oklahoma, he’d grown fond of the black lifted Denali, and since Tyler was skeptical that it should ever tow again, he didn’t want Georgia driving it too much and getting reattached to it. She had agreed it was time to let it go in favor of something else, and Tyler had told her they could go look at trucks together. Obviously they did not. as Tyler had already planned out a reveal.

Tyler had driven up, finding Georgia just stepping down from riding Tulsa. Javi dropped Scott off, and Boone, Lily, and Kate piled out of the Green Monster, which was what they were affectionately calling Boone’s truck.

“Tyler...just for shits’n'giggles...would you take Tulsa for a spin?” Georgia asked, batting her lashes at her husband. 

“Darlin’ I don't know how to ride a real barrel horse. Them things is like sittin’ on a rocket.” He said, placing his hand on her lower back. 

“Oh c’mon you ride rope horses...it’s similar enough. Just once on the pattern? Pretty please? For me? She's not gonna kill ya.” She said, turning to place her hands on his chest. Everything tensed in excitement for Tyler. Not only was tonight their first date night alone since having Jaycen, but Georgia had seen the doctor this morning and was given the okay to have sex again. Tyler had been so patient, ever respectful of her and her comfort. Tonight over dinner, he was going to talk to her about seriously having another kid. He wanted one. He just wanted to make sure she did too. 

“Tyler?” He blinked to the sound of her voice hitting his ears. 

“Shit. Sorry. How ‘bout another time? We gotta get to dinner.” He said and she smirked and kissed him, handing him the mares reins.

“Just one time. Now...else I might be less inclined to give you the surprise I have for you after dinner.” She said and his eyes widened. 

“I'm gettin’ a surprise? Well shit.” He said, shaking his head. Georgia would always get what she wanted from him and not even because she held anything over Tyler's head. It was all because he would do anything to make her happy and keep her that way.

Tyler climbed into the saddle which was rather small for him. He usually rode in a big roping saddle so the little barrel saddle was squeezing him in ways he didn't necessarily want to be squeezed, but it was only a quick run. Georgia fixed the stirrups for him so that he at least had those. 

“Good thing I been ridin’ Twisty a lil bit otherwise I'd be shittin’ myself on this one.” Tyler said as he trotted Tulsa off in a circle.

“Tulsa is way safer than Twist. She's faster too.” Georgia said matter of factly as she folded her arms across her chest. She kept an ear out for the baby monitor. Jaycen had been down for a nap for about an hour and he usually woke up around the hour and a half mark during the day. He slept a little longer at night. 

“I want you to get this thing ropin’ more than just whatcha did the other week. Handles pretty nice.” Tyler said as he cantered by Georgia, getting a feel for the filly. 

“Well, Arkansas, she handles pretty well around barrels. Lemme see it!” She exclaimed and Tyler came to a stop in front of her.

“I ain't breakin’ your horse, Gee. Gimme a user manual here.” He said as Tulsa shifted beneath him. He rubbed up and down her neck and she blew out a loud breath.

“Point her at the right barrel first. Grab the horn with the hand furthest from the barrel and gently pull the rein closest to the barrel toward your knee but don't pull her around the barrel. Relax your hips around the barrel so you're not blockin’ her with your seat and then point toward the next. Rinse and repeat for two and three. Don't let her run home after three, guide her diagonally toward home and say ‘woah’ as you cross the quarter line of the arena.” Georgia explained, taking Tyler's hand and showing him where to pull to and where not to. “And don't kick her. A click with your tongue means ‘put in more effort’ and a kissin’ sound means ‘faster.”

“This is why you train ‘em and I just ride.” Tyler chuckled as he asked the filly to trot and headed toward the pattern. She picked up a quick canter and as soon as she was around the first barrel, she dug in hard for the next two. Tyler always surprised Georgia with how good of a rider he was. It looked smooth and effortless. He did exactly what she told him to do around each barrel and going toward home, Tulsa responded perfectly to him. When he stopped, he dropped the reins and patted her, letting her walk. 

“I took a video.” Georgia said with a smirk. Tyler groaned as he hopped off and handed her the reins.

“Felt good. Lemme see.” He said and Georgia handed him the phone as she walked the filly a few more times around. Tyler chuckled to himself. “Ey, put that on TikTok. When your husband steals your barrel horse.”

Georgia laughed and then she heard rustling on the baby monitor. “Oh shit. Can you...”

“On it!” Tyler said, running into the house. They both had the monitor paired to their phones and it pinged for movement as well as sound. While Georgia put Tulsa away, Tyler went in and checked on Jaycen. The little boy was just waking up. He stretched and yawned and then whimpered. Tyler was quick to pick him up, carefully, and he talked softly to him as he rubbed his back.

“Good afternoon, buddy. How was your nap? Pretty good? I think we should change your diaper before your momma comes in. Let's get that goin’ huh?” Tyler placed Jaycen down and changed his diaper first and then he fixed his socks. “Buddy, you can't be takin’ yur socks off. Yur lil’ feets are gonna get cold.”

“Tyler.” Georgia said sweetly as she entered the room. She admired her husband, having heard him talking to their son. He glanced over at her, his smile warm and inviting. She walked over just as he was picking Jaycen back up. The little boy made grabby hands for her and Tyler handed him off. He placed his large hand over Georgia's on Jaycen's back. The little boy cooed happily and stared up at Georgia. She glanced over at Tyler, eyes trained on his wife and son with reverence. Georgia spoke softly. “Your daddy is the best, did you know that Jaycen? The best daddy in the world.”

Tyler smiled as he wrapped a hand around Georgia's waist and gently pulled her close but not enough to squish the little boy. Jaycen made a small noise as he turned his head to look at Tyler, then back at Georgia. 

“He's probably hungry.” She said, stretching up to kiss Tyler. 

“Say no more.” He said, returning the kiss and placing one on Jaycen's head as well. “I'll go get ready. What do you wanna wear?”

“Pick somethin’ for me.” She said, going over to the chair in the corner. Tyler pulled the door closed behind him so that Georgia could feed Jaycen in peace. Waffles liked to go in and try to lick the little boy's feet which made him laugh, so it would just minimize distractions. 

Tonight, Tyler had picked a quiet restaurant and made a reservation. Georgia had gone over everything with Kate and Lily for Jaycen. Boone and Scott were there for their significant others, and because they enjoyed watching them with the little Owens boy. 

Tyler and Georgia didn't want to leave Jaycen but their friends had suggested it, offered to care for him as a team, and they'd only be gone for two hours at most for dinner. He would be full and happy. Once Georgia was done feeding him, which now only took about twenty minutes without the dogs trying to investigate, she brought him downstairs to see everyone. Kate was the first to step up and take him into her arms. Every chance she got, she asked to hold him. 

Tyler had come down then and told Georgia to go get changed. Lily had asked to hold Jaycen next. Boone was afraid he was going to drop him and it was always a hard no for Scott, which Tyler thought was hilarious. Scott would wave and say hi, maybe offer a finger for the little boy to latch onto with his chubby hand but that was the extent of it for him. 

“Let us know if anything seems off. He's pretty quiet and usually he's easy to get to sleep. You don't have to put him back upstairs for another hour and half though. When he’s up, he’s tryin’ to investigate things after eating. Tyler carries him around the house when he seems restless. The dogs are extremely careful with him. They'll follow you around when you go for a walk.” Georgia explained and Kate was nearly pushing the two of them out the door as Tyler had begun to say “oh and when you burp him...”

“It's two hours guys. Get out! He'll be okay, we've got him!” She said, closing the door, leaving them out on the porch. They hopped into Ole Red and headed to the restaurant.

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When they came back, two hours on the dot, and in the dark, there was nothing to report. Kate had just put Jaycen to bed about fifteen minutes before they'd gotten home so Georgia and Tyler had a couple hours to themselves before he'd be awake and hungry again. 

They thanked their friends and as they were leaving, Dustin was heading to his room. 

“Horses are all set. I'll do night check tonight so y'all can have a break. I know you're up anyway but I gotta finish my report so I'll be up too.” He said and Tyler thanked him. They both took a deep breath, relishing in a slow moment to sit on the couch in silence. The fire was dying, so Tyler extinguished the last of it and put the hallway light on. Georgia ushered the dogs to their beds, though they were only suggestions. Grits generally slept atop the couch, Waffles by the fireplace and Pancake on the smaller couch with her head om the arm, watchful of the front door.

“Hey. Go upstairs, and sit on our bed.” Georgia said, wiggling her brows at Tyler. He smirked and turned so fast he lost his balance but caught himself on the wall. He headed towards their bedroom, just popping his head in on Jaycen in the next room quickly. He closed the door so that any noise downstairs from the dogs or Dustin wouldn't disturb Jaycen. He padded into their bedroom, and then as he sat on the edge of the bed, he pulled his belt and socks off. He began to unbutton his shirt when he heard the soft tap of footsteps on the floor out in the hallway. The house was extremely quiet, save for the heat kicking on every couple hours so it could only be one person.

“Ah, ah. I'll do that.” Georgia whispered as she closed the door behind her. Tyler's mouth dropped open, taking in the sight of his beautiful wife, in a red bra, tits spilling out of it, and a matching red thong that connected in the back by a longhorn skull.

“Fuck. Where did you get that?” He asked, voice low and gravelly.

“Online. You like?” She asked, stepping toward him slowly, her hands behind her back. He raised a brow.

“Course, mama. Whatcha got there?” He asked, motioning for her to come closer. She pulled a strip from behind her back and handed it to him. “What's’is?”

“So...I told you the doctor cleared us to have sex...because I told her we wanted more kids. She also said it can be difficult to get pregnant while breastfeeding. So she said to use these test strips to see when I'm ovulating.” She explained, stepping into Tyler's space. His smile widened significantly. He placed the strip on the bed and then his hands wound around her waist. 

“And I take it you're tellin’ me this because you're ovulatin'...now?”

“Yes... I'm in heat, Tyler . And I want you. I can't wait anymore .” Georgia's voice was thick with lust as she caressed his cheeks and ran her fingers through his hair. He let his eyes close for a moment and then he couldn’t help the next question that came out of his mouth.

“How many kids do you want, darlin’?” His voice was husky as his grip tightened. Georgia paused.

“I don’t know, Tyler. I can’t give you an exact number.” Her fingers headed for his shirt, unbuttoning it slowly.

“I just ask because...I can’t even begin to understand how hard this has been on your body. I just want to know how many more times you wanna do this?” Tyler was always concerned with her comfort and she loved that about him. She appreciated it much more than he knew.

“How about you tell me how many more kids you want and we’ll see how many we can make happen? I know we haven’t had him that long but I want another. I want him to have brothers and sisters. I want him to grow up and have fun and have a better life than I did. I know you can help me make that happen.” She explained, as she finished with the buttons on his shirt. She pushed it off his shoulders and he threw it to the side. 

“I think four is...reasonable? Big family like I said...” Tyler murmured as her hands met his bare chest. He was particularly hairy as of late and Georgia had been wildly aroused by it. She loved the feeling of the wiry hair under her fingers and the rippling muscle it covered. Georgia leaned down and pressed her lips to his and he hooked his thumbs in the band of her thong, guiding it slowly down her thighs, exposing her already wet core to him. He swiped a finger through her folds and then brought it up to his lips. She smirked as he licked her arousal from the digit and her cheeks went red. 

“That was fuckin’ dirty.” She moaned softly, as she dropped down to her knees. Tyler's eyes lit up as he moved all of her hair over one shoulder, and then ran his calloused fingers along the nape of her neck and down the curve of her spine.

“You said you were in heat , Peach, I just wanted to see if that made it taste  different'sall.” Tyler watched as she unbuckled his belt then and unzipped his jeans and he shimmied out of them with her help, letting his cock spring free. He was hot and hard and ready to go. Georgia took him in her mouth, savoring his length for a few pumps before taking him deep, her breath coming out short through her nostrils. Tyler's fingers threaded through her hair for a beat before she let go of him with a loud pop. Lustful blue gazed up through hooded lids before she was rising and standing between his thighs. His fingers traveled up her back, then pressed into her hips. She mounted him, her hands reaching for his cheeks and he let a long sigh fall from his lips. As they continued making out, Georgia sparked up their conversation again, and all of her words brought him closer to his end even though they hadn't begun their final act yet.

“Three more babies? I think I can do that Tyler. I want to try to give that to you. You didn’t have to take me back...you didn’t have to let me back in...you didn’t have to keep lovin’ me after what I did...but you did...and I want to give you everythin’ you want because of that. I love you so much, Tyler Owens. So, so much.” He purred at her use of his full name, his fingers etching his need into the skin at her hips.

“I love you too Gee. An’ I know you spook easy. You’ve always been like that. You were always lookin’ for a way out if you needed it.” He said as his hands spread her, waiting for her okay. Her voice was even softer this time

“I don’t need it anymore, Ty. I don’t. I didn’t think I could love this life, but you made me love it. You, Tyler . You and that beautiful little boy that we made together. And I want more of this life with you Tyler. So I’m here to stay. I promise you that...now if were done having the deepest conversation ever...” She reached down and guided his cock into her dripping entrance easily. As she sunk down, her head fell back, mouth open and the sight of her enjoying the first pass as much as she did had Tyler teetering where he knew he couldn't come down from.

“You're really gonna let me getcha pregnant again?” Tyler moaned the sentence and it made a wave of heat wash over Georgia. 

“Well I can't do it all by myself. And there's some spots in the house that we haven't fucked yet.” She murmured, beginning to bounce up and down on his lap. Their mouths met, and Tyler took his opportunity to adjust his grasp on her hips tighter so that as she got closer to her orgasm he could take over. He always did. 

“Darlin’ we got a lifetime to fuck all over this house.” He said and Georgia couldn’t help the whimpers coming from her mouth as Tyler fucked her. It was not long before he was spilling inside her and then, pulling out and switching positions. He climbed over her, thrust inside her again, his refractory period short with all the build up they’d had. Georgia’s walls were clamping down on him, drawing him ever closer to a second release. He purred her name, told her how much he loved her and then emptied his seed deep inside her, leaving them both panting, gasping for air in the shared space. 

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Saw ur Toshiro post, and I absolutely agree that Toshiro's outburst will be a stepping stone for both um an Laios to grow and that the buildup was because Shuro didn't want to ruin situation he was still trying to figure out. But the funniest thing is, afaik, Laios and Falin are *also Foreigners* for quite far away. Their country is simply Scandinavian/northern Europe themed. I don't think we see any long-lived races in their flash backs (baring the dead man buying a ring of elves?). And both Falin and Laois definitly are the equivalent of nobility/Local chiefs kids. But instead of being send out with all their assistants and guards, Laios ran away and suffered in the army and then on his own in a caravan , and Falin was send to a Magial School full of other races and people. They both had time to 'adjust' to the wider world (and still carry a bit of home-grown uh...prejudice (mountain people)). So when they met Shuro both of them were well used to meeting people not from their Country. Toshiro not being either from the tiny Island or the nearby lands simply didn't mesh with how they had adapted to behave. Plus, obviously, Laios textual Autism. But I feel like Laios could totally have figured it out if he had met people from Shuros island before who would have told him, he does after all know how to behave around Dwarves and such, who also have quite diffrent culturual norms. Sorry for the ramble xD Good Toshiro post!

Hi hi! I’m really glad you’re adding onto my silly brain thoughts hehe - I’m super happy to hear yours, especially since they make me think more! Warning this is going to be long, talking about dungeon meshi is just a lot of fun.

When I said foreigner, I should have clarified that that I meant he’s a stranger to the CULTURE. A good chunk of the people in the island are not native to it! But culturally, they have the social background to fit in. They didn’t all come from the same place, yes, but they grew up in European-esque cultures and interacted to some extent with other races. Even Kabru and Rin are not foreign to this type of culture because they grew up with Western/European socialization.

Gonna elaborate bc I think it’s fascinating: From what we know about the Eastern islands, the worldview is very very different. In the Adventurer’s Bible where Kabru talks to Hien, they talk about how the East defines “humans” as “tallmen”, and oni/ogres were the only “other”. In the post-canon snippet where Toshiro talks to Falin, he even refers to Eastern thinking as “backward” due to the lack of long-lived races. Because of his delayed exposure to other races, and because the worldview is far more different than the one the Toudens experienced, that’s where I make the statement that he had more to adjust to.

I’ll also note, the fact that the Toudens are subjectively more adjusted to seeing and accommodating other races makes Laios’ statement that Toshiro “had an odd appearance” an even more bizarre thing to say. And although we can assume Toshiro also has his biases, we don’t see them highlighted like other characters have had (to my knowledge). So it makes it seem like he was more thoughtful/careful towards other races from the get-go, despite his lack of knowledge. His main issues were always with other tallmen, just like Laios.

It’s good to point out that the Toudens are outcasts in their own right. Both of them went through a really hard time, and it changed them. Laios’ cycle of failures and giving up and being bullied are especially important to characterizing his relationship with his sister and his disinterest in humanity and lack of close friends. Falin at least had Marcille. Both Laios and Toshiro have reasons they’re inexperienced in friendship, but one of them stated it in the story and the other didn’t. There’s more misconception about Toshiro’s character than Laios’. So my post was to talk about that one a bit.

ALSO OOO I COMPLETELY FORGOT but I WAS going to mention how both the Toudens and Toshiro came from families of influence! Thank you for bringing it up! Laios and Toshiro diverge from that upbringing, while making Toshiro and Falin a little more similar. This goes into another whole thing where Laios and Toshiro parallel (and foils?) each other but that’s too long of a discussion. Just as long is how this divergence distinguishes the Touden siblings (too many people have said their only difference is gender..)

Lastly, yes, Laios does need more exposure to Eastern people and Eastern culture to get a grasp on it. He really wants to learn! It’s just that Shuro isn’t his encyclopedia and until he gets that chance, he will make ignorant takes. I can think of two more that will occur in the main narrative alone. (but like Toshiro said, Laios has no malicious intent, that’s what makes it all the more complicated)

While there’s good conversation to be had about the fight from a ND vs NT POV, I’ve seen SO much discussion about Toshiro possibly being read as autistic too, and neurodivergent individuals who can relate to his experience. Often it comes as an intersection between both being autistic and being a poc. I think it brings even more nuance to the narrative. Plus I’m just glad there’s people who can relate to him. He’s meant to be relatable! His problem with Laios is just as much a character flaw as it is human.

Hope this post was a thoughtful response to yours, I tried to tackle everything you mentioned! Thank you sm for the ask :D

Edit: for the sake of context, here’s the og post that’s being referred to!

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The Apothecary Diaries Episode 26 Review - Caravan Conspiracy

Someone needs to call an exorcist because someone is always wanting to poison another in this gosh darn palace. However, that’s how it is in a palace where there are multiple consorts. Political power and reputation are things that are highly sought after.

I also like the world building aspect of this episode. World building has always been sprinkled here and there with how some consorts are from foreign land. This episode has it where there is an annual caravan that sell products from different lands. It’s basically the palace’s exposure to foreign goods. It also makes me wonder if Maomao and co will be able to see the world outside of wherever they are. It’d be interesting to see if Maomao can solve mysteries of other world’s crimes.

I like that the mysteries of the upcoming case is building up in this episode where Maomao buys ingredients but also stuff like jasmine tea. I always like learning new components of plants that I never even knew about. Maomao’s dedication to her craft is always so funny because she thinks of almost everything to be ingredients. I also like how blunt she can be when listing the benefits and detriments of jasmine tea. She even had to tell Jinshi that it can help with infertility and forgot that he was a eunuch. Her dedication to her craft is also shown when she starts sniffing everyone and everything like Tanjiro from Demon Slayer.

Two new characters are introduced. First is the girl from the previous episode who helped Maomao catch the cat. Her name is Shisui and she likes bugs. Her hair and eye color still pegs the question if she is Loulan. In this episode, it was stated that Loulan has a lot of maids, so it would make sense if she were to use one as a body double in order to disguise herself as Shisui and roam about the palace. What’s her purpose? I have no idea. Though, I do like the sudden friendship she and Maomao develop. While the relationship between Maomao and Xiaolan is cute, I’d like to see a friendship between these two weird girls.

The second new character is Lihua’s attendant Shin. Has she always been her attendant because I clearly did not see her in the first season during the time Maomao had to stay in the Crystal Pavilion? However, I know for a fact that she’s definitely involved with this new poisoning incident. Whenever Lihua could be involved with something, the culprit does seem to be someone around her, making her the obvious villain. I wonder what her purpose could be because it seems like Lihua is also pregnant and if the Crystal Pavilion keeps using those particular scents, Lihua will get a miscarriage.

I’m worried about Gyokuyou because the poisoning is definitely directed towards her as she’s pregnant. She always seems to be a target in these cases. Let’s just hope nothing bad happens next episode. Who’s the culprit and what’s their motivation? Let me know your thoughts on this episode!

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How to play Caravan (New Vegas)

While I was tryin to learn how to play Caravan I saw loads of guides were just explaining the win conditions and not the actual rules or controls. So this post'll explain everything about caravan from top to bottom. (The only reason to play Caravan is for the two achievements, win three times and win thirty times; I don't find it very fun, not the fastest way of making money, and has no bearing on any plot.)

Getting the Cards

The only way to get the Caravan Deck is from Ringo after completing Ghost Town Gunfight (or looting it off his body). You don't need this, but it gives you the minimum number of cards you need to play. If you don't take it you'll have to manually find enough cards for Caravan to be available for you You can get cards from vendors and merchants (~two caps per). Keep an eye out for 6's, 8's, 10's, and Kings (The strat I'll describe needs those cards). You can have multiple copies of the same card (i.e. more than one 6 of Spades)

I got the most cards from Lacey (the bartender) at the Mojave Outpost (anywhere from three to eight). Buy the cards you need and wait three days for her to restock. There's a semi-rare bug where she'll sell two of the exact same card (i.e. two Ultra Luxe 8 of Hearts): Buying both'll crash the game

Sierra Madre Cards

If you have Dead Money installed you can find additional cards for Caravan in and around the Sierra Madre. Below is all the cards you can find and where they are:

8 of Clubs - Sierra Madre Casino & Resort (Cantina Madrid): On the floor in front of a file cabinet to the right of the Cafe Madrid terminal and restaurant manager desk. King of Clubs - Medical District: Inside a 2nd floor room with an active electric hot plate, north of the Villa clinic and above a ground level cafe sign directly west across a courtyard from the room containing the 6 of Diamonds, on a round table in the northeast corner. 6 of Diamonds - Medical District: Inside a 2nd floor room northeast of the Villa clinic and directly east across a courtyard from the room containing the King of Clubs, on a wooden shelf in the southwest corner behind an orange chair. 10 of Hearts - Villa: Some distance north of the Villa police station and west of the room containing the 5 of Hearts, on the interior corner of a walkway to the southeast of a wall fountain. Going from the 5 of Hearts, out the door with a wall fountain, down the stairs, in the corner of the interior walkway on the left. 6 of Spades - Salida del Sol North: In the northwest corner of a small courtyard with three bear traps and a dead tree, on the ground between a wall and three pipes, just west of the stairs leading to a room containing Dean's Secret Stash, a radio and two pool tables. 8 of Spades - Villa police station: In the northwest corner of the cell Dog is located in.

Who can I play with?

You're never explicitly told who you can play with, you just have to ask around. Here's the full list; Limited: You can only play with them five times and then never again Restricted: You have to have good rep with their faction to play

Cliff Briscoe - Dino Bite gift shop - Limited Dale Barton - The Fort - Restricted Dennis Crocker - NCR Embassy Isaac - Gun Runners Jake Erwin - NCR Embassy Johnson Nash - Primm - Limited Jules - North Vegas Square Keith - Aerotech suite Lacey - Mojave Outpost - Limited Little Buster - Camp McCarran Q.Master Mayes - Camp Forlorn Hope - Limited - Restricted No-bark Noonan - Novac Ringo - Goodsprings/Crimson Caravan Camp Jed Masterson - Northern passage - Only available with Honest Hearts

Johnson Nash uses more face cards than other players which can break the strat I'll describe later. No-bark Noonan is the easiest to play against

Building your Deck

After offering to play with someone, and after setting your bet, you'll be shown two long rows of cards. The top row is the deck you'll play with in the game, the bottom row is the cards you won't be using

Use your arrow keys to move left and right, pressing W to add a card to your deck and A to remove it. Only select your 6's, 8's, 10's, and Kings. If you don't have enough of these to reach the 30 card minimum, add some Jacks or Queens. After that press F to play

The Controls

The descriptors of the controls listed along the bottom right can be a little vague or misleading, here's a better explanation;

Arrow keys to highlight a card in your available hand (these will be the cards revealed to you in a fan) W to select a card Q to discard a card (counts as a full turn) If you select a card and want to deselect it, press R. With no card selected, R is the forfeit button E lets you completely discard a caravan you've built

When you select a card it will move to the left side of the screen. This is where the game is played. Use the arrow keys to place your selected card in one of the six sections available (these are the caravans)

Number Cards and Face Cards

Ace - Value of 1 Number Cards - Value of 2-10

You can play face cards on your caravans or your opponents caravans, and they can do the same to you

Jack - When played on an Ace/Number Card, removes that card along with any card attached to it Queen - When played on an Ace/Number Card, supposedly reverses the direction of hand and changes suit of the hand. I'm not sure if it's just my game being buggy or if I'm using them wrong, but Queen cards don't seem to do anything for me. I use Queens as null cards: Just something to fill up my deck. If you know what they actually do I'll add a proper explanation here. King - When played on an Ace/Number card, doubles the value of that card. Multiple Kings can be attached to the same card Joker - When played on an Ace, removes all other non-face cards of the ace's suit from the table (except that card) When played on a Number Card, removes all other cards of that value from the table (except that card) You can place multiple Jokers on the same card to remove any card of that suit/value placed after you placed your initial Joker

Playing Caravan (6 8 10 K Strat)

This isn't a strategy I invented, I found it online. But I only every found it in posts that assumed I knew how to play already. So I wanted to put it here alongside a tutorial Also, just as a rule of measure for how weird this game is, we're only now getting to how to actually play the game ...

You're aiming to have the values of the bottom three card piles (your caravans) be higher than their matching top three values (your opponents caravans), while keeping your values between twenty and twenty-six (values outside of this are invalid).

You might notice that you can't place a card on a caravan that already has a card in it. This might be for a few reasons;

There's a difference between attaching a card to another, and stacking a card on top of another: Press the up and down keys to move along the various heights of a caravan. Face cards can only be attached, number cards can only be stacked

You can't place two number cards of the same value in the same caravan. But you can place as many of the same face card as you want in the same caravan

Place a 10 and a 6, or a 10 and an 8 in each caravan, attach a King to the 10 in 10/6 caravans, or to the 8 in 10/8 caravans. These will each bring your value up to 26. If you don't have any of the cards you need, discard something you don't want (like a Queen if you have any in your deck and are using them as null cards). It's worth having a handful of Jacks in your deck to use against your opponent

Beating No-Bark

I'm not certain, but I think No-Bark's deck has no 2's, Queens, or Jokers. He only has three to four Jacks, and two to three Kings. After you've placed your initial card in each of your caravans he'll use a Jack against you one or two times. Rarely three, very rarely none. After your first few moves he's very unlikely to use Jacks again. I only saw him using a king against three times out of thirty-five games. Sometimes he deliberately busts his caravans. I have no idea why he does this

The strat I use against him is to place 6's and 8's as my first card in each caravan, then replace any cards he removes. It's only after three to five moves that I actually start building my caravans. Unless he's particular nasty with his Jacks, or you're particularly unlucky with whichever cards you draw, you should be able to get to 26 in each of your caravans immediately. If not, don't forget to Jack or King any caravan of his that reaches 20

Conclusion

Caravan sucks

If I missed something or didn't explain something right I'll make edits

Peace and love