This sideblog is for making and sharing quick 'n' dirty creations for the KinnPorsche fandom. It's all about making CREATIVITY fun and friendly for everyone. Ease off the pressure for perfection and just CREATE, quick'n'dirty style!
Welcome! This blog is here to fuel your creativity and encourage you to kick the pressure of perfection to the curb.
The point is to MAKE things for the KinnPorsche fandom, quick'n'dirty style. Have you always wanted to try gifs but don't feel you have the skill? Make it anyway! Want to get better at writing? Just write a short ficlet right now. Want to test-drive a new style of art? Go for it!
How it works
Prompts: This blog will occasionally share new prompts. There will be a few types of prompts, all together in the same post.
Unprompted: You do not have to use the prompts. Any quick'n'dirty creation counts!
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General Guidelines
Keep it quick'n'dirty, whatever that means for your media type.
Writers/podcasters, try to keep it around 300-1,000 words.
Giffers, no more than 1-2 gifs (no big sets).
Vidders, please keep it to short vids (think Vine).
Artists, share those doodles and sketches.
Other! Any creative media type goes.
EXPERIMENTING IS GREAT! Try whatever you've been meaning to try!
Notes
All creative media types are welcome.
All characters/pairings are welcome.
All ratings are welcome. Explicit sexual, violent, and otherwise potentially triggering material must be properly warned and hidden (behind "read more" cuts or a mature community label).
I have to sleep, but my brain did a thing @kpquickndirty
Rating: Mature (but it's crack really)
A thump on the mattress brings Porsche back to the present moment. He is a panting, sweaty mess. A shower before going to sleep would be a good idea, but he can't make himself move.
Porsche turns his head to Kinn. He flopped on his back beside Porsche, his chest is heaving and glistening from sweat. It's a very nice sight.
Eventually, Kinn looks back at him with the proudest smirk spread across his face. "So, was it as good as you heard?"
"Hmm, let me think..." Porsche looks at the ceiling, pulling his most pensive face.
It was even better than Kinn’s call boy described when Porsche drove him home the other night. But Porsche sure as hell isn't going to admit that.
"Kinn is a 10/10, he knows what he's doing and he makes sure it's comfortable for you," Marsh had said.
Despite knowing that going to bed with his boss was a terrible idea, Porsche got curious. At first, Kinn was confused about the offer, but as soon as Porsche challenged him by telling him he simply wanted to test his skills, he was on board.
"I'd give you...5/10." Porsche turns to Kinn, a shit-eating grin on his face.
The frown on Kinn’s face is so deep, like he's trying to figure out what he did wrong to get that mediocre score. "Are you serious?"
"Yep." The lie falls easily from Porsche’s lips.
Kinn's frown deepens. Seeing Kinn so frustrated is more fun than Porsche anticipated.
Instead of responding, Kinn climbs on top of Porsche. "Well, looks like I have to prove you wrong now."
"Now?!" They just went for it not even ten minutes ago. There was no way the man was ready to go again, was it?
Kinn takes Porsche’s hand and places it on his dick. "I'll will be waiting to give you that 10/10 experience. Whenever you're ready."
Porsche gulps. What the hell did he get into this time?
Ignoring the fact that the perspective makes this couch massive...here is a little stick figure of our beloved Kinn and Porsche working off some steam after a hard day of work. @kpquickndirty #remix your heart out peeps
Kinn was feeling particularly sweet this morning in bed, leading to some slow, lazy fucking that was driving Porsche crazy.
And then he fucked up.
"You hurt your back or something?" he mischievously called back, turning his head as much as he could while Kinn mouthed at his neck.
Suddenly, everything froze. Porsche even stopped feeling Kinn's hot breath--the abruptness of the pause alarming him. He tried to shuffle out of Kinn's vice grip to check on him, and when his struggles proved futile, he grumbled and squeezed down on Kinn's cock, still buried in him but frustratingly still.
At that, Porsche yelped as Kinn pulled out and suddenly flipped them over to lie on his back, causing Porsche to cry out and double over as Kinn sheathed himself again in one fluid motion.
"Actually, yeah, I am feeing a bit sore. Why don't you help an old man out." Porsche lifted himself up and glared down just to be met with Kinn's unapologetic smile that even seeped into his words.
Porsche straightened up and held his head high before petulantly responding, "I'll make you regret that."
Fast forward to now. Porsche's arms are trembling. His cries come in short, sporadic bursts with each thrust. Tears hang on his lashes as Kinn keeps up his brutal pace.
"Is this...better, Porsche?" Kinn huffs out, not slowing in the slightest despite the obvious exertion in his voice. Though Porsche's vision is blurred, he can see Kinn's flush face staring up at him intently. Expectantly.
"Kinn...Please, please..." Porsche barely manages to force out, finally leading to Kinn gradually reducing his pace before firmly seating Porsche completely on his cock, earning another whimper.
Kinn's gaze is stern but attentive--words concise and authoritative--as he clearly asks, "Please what, Porsche?" It barely even comes out as a question.
Porsche says nothing for a moment, head hanging as his body is wracked with shivers while he struggles to compose himself. He takes a moment to control his breathing, relishing in the reprieve. He gathers himself, once again straightening his back and glancing at Kinn with an aloofness betrayed by the bright flush on his cheeks and the fierce want in his eyes. His breaths come out shallow as he subtly circles his hips, greedily grinding down in a way that finally has Kinn throwing his head back and moaning.
Letting the stillness hang for a moment longer, Porsche waits for Kinn to meet his eyes again before finally croaking out, "More."
Unprompted @kpquickndirty ficlet instead of sleep? Yes! Nothing sus here, just pure fluff and brotherly feels of Porsche realizing Chay grew up. If you couldn't tell, my inspiration is Slipping Through My Fingers by ABBA and a chat with the lovely @ravenpureforever
Remixes welcome 💚
Slipping Through My Fingers
Porsche snaps about fifty photos as Chay blows the candles on his birthday cake. He's worked so hard to be able to afford a custom made cake for Chay's eighteenth birthday, and seeing a huge smile on his face, Porsche doesn’t regret a single painful second. Chay's joy is enough to wipe these out.
Throughout the whole day, Porsche has been reminiscing about their years together, but standing here in front of Chay with a camera as Chay's friends gather around him for another photo has Porsche in shambles. The cake with two red candles in the shape of numbers one and eight just made it feel real. His baby brother is eighteen.
And in Porsche's mind, he's still a small boy with chubby cheeks and big, pleading eyes Porsche could never refuse.
It feels like only yesterday eight-year-old Chay ran to Porsche with tears in his eyes and a scraped up knee from falling off his friend's bike. He wanted to learn riding it, but they had no bike. He lied to his friend that he knows how to ride and borrowed it, only to fall as soon as he got on. Porsche had petted his hair, and asked him if he wanted to be brave and try again. Then he pushed him up and down the street until Chay learned, turning into the happy-go-lucky kid that he was again.
The memory of Chay's tenth birthday is also still fresh in Porsche’s mind. Being fifteen, Porsche got his first job as a school kid. His first money, he ran to a toyshop to buy Chay bunny plushie he really wanted. P'Hop still lives with them, on Chay's bed.
As years went, a kid turned into a teenager giving Porsche headaches daily. Nevertheless, a very sweet teenager, now reaching the end of his teens and becoming his own, admirable person.
Soon, you won't need me as much.
That thought makes Porsche swell with pride and very, very sad. It's going to take time to get used to. But he will let Chay spread his wings.
When Chay cocks his head to the side and raises his eyebrow at him, Porsche realizes he's been frozen in place with the phone, and that the picture he was about to take has been nothing but a haze. He blinks back his tears and smiles.
"Say cheese!"
Chay's smile is brighter than the sun. This is what Porsche fights for.
Yes thank you, that’ll do to tickle the old brain. Perhaps something like this?
Kinn’s fingers curl under Porsche’s chin, tipping his head up from where Porsche is kneeling at Kinn’s feet. The touch is gentle, barely a suggestion, but there is no way Porsche would fight him.
Kinn towering above him steals the air from Porsche’s lungs. He’s left with these little panting breaths that Kinn must feel. It’s enough to make Porsche a little dizzy.
Kinn smirks, and Porsche feels something in his belly fizzle, going off like pop rocks.
Stroking a finger over a Porsche’s bottom lip, Kinn says, “Well hello, darling.”
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
One day Porsche will figure out how Kinn gets him hard with barely a thought, but today is not that day.
“I do love when you’re on your knees,” Kinn continues, mischief in his eyes.
Porsche glares, but there’s no heat behind it. He’s already getting hard, so summoning the sass is difficult.
Kinn’s eyes flash down to the ground and he says softly, “Pick it up for me?”
Porsche has a choice here. He can do as Kinn’s asked, likely earning himself a reward later for good behavior, or he can not.
It’s not really much of a choice.
“Pick up what?” Porsche asks, putting on his best air-headed voice.
Kinn raises one defined brow in warning, but Porsche can see the way Kinn’s resisting a grin at his behavior.
“The pen,” Kinn says, the picture of a patient boss.
“Oh!” Porsche mockingly acts surprised. He grabs the pen he’d bent down to retrieve, and then makes sure to move closer to Kinn as he stands, presenting the pen to the other man by resting it in his open palm. “This?”
Porsche gloats inside as Kinn has to swallow before responding.
“Yes. Thank you.”
Porsche winks and steals a quick kiss from Kinn before slipping away to a much more appropriate distance. They turn to the other occupants in the room.
Every bodyguard assembled has somehow managed to choose a different direction to stare in as they ignore Porsche and Kinn’s shenanigans. There’s a distinct benefit to being named head of the minor family.
Settling in to his seat and catching Kinn doing the same from the corner of his eye, Porsche says, “Big, what’s the latest on the Triad’s movements?”
Feel free to remix on the little snippet, this just hit me based on delicious inspiration!
Big shook his head. These two were always up to something. Once upon a time it made his heart ache to see how happy Porsche made Kinn, but that all changed when he woke up from his coma. Knowing that the Kinn he'd once fallen for was back, even Big couldn't hate Porsche any longer. Porsche had made a miracle happen.
However, that did not mean he had to put up with their shenanigans all day long. Did these idiots think everyone wasn't painfully aware of what they got up to? The bite marks Porsche frequently sported were evidence enough.
He shuffled his papers and made eye contact with his boss. 'Sir, the Triad seems to be backing off. It appears the latest efforts to remind them of the agreed upon spaces for doing business have been successful.'
'Excellent news, any other topics to cover?' Kinn asked in a tone that implied the meeting was over.
Arm made eye contact with Big and they mutually agreed that it was not the time to mention the party Khun was planning and how Kinn would have to attend in costume. They'd tag Pol to mention it in tomorrow's briefing.
'Great meeting' said Kinn, 'I need to speak with Porsche for a moment.'
Big stood and waved all the other guards out the door and closed it as he left the room.
'Bank, you and Blue guard the door, the rest of us are headed to lunch', Big said as he walked off.
Arm laughed, 'is that your punishment for them being a minute late?'
'Someone has to stand guard and we have earned the right not to have to listen to whatever those two are getting up to in the conference room' Big replied with an eyeroll. 'lets go eat.'
'Listen, next time the punishment should be to make them clean the room after,' Arm laughed in response.
Big chuckled back and smiled.
@nuwildcat I just had to. :) @kpquickndirty #remix welcome
since everyone was so kind to indulge me, i may as well reciprocate a bit XD @kpquickndirty #remix welcome (hopefully fits within the word limit--on mobile LOL)
Kinn watches as all the bodyguards file out and chuckles when he catches Big single out the late arrivals to flank the door. He may be professional enough to not make a scene when a meeting is underway, but he's also petty enough to pull that. It warms Kinn's heart that the business hasn't extinguished that fire in him, at least.
His musings are interrupted by an impatient throat clearing from the room's other occupant--the reason Kinn tried to expedite that meeting by keeping it to urgent matters.
He nonchalantly turns toward the sound, unhurried motions concealing the excitement pounding through his veins.
He's met with the gorgeous sight of Porsche walking toward him, lithe waist naturally drawing his gait into an alluring saunter.
"Forgot about me?" he asks coyly, cheeky smirk brightly flashing at Kinn.
"Impossible. There's never a moment you're not on my mind," Kinn responds, attempting to be suave in a way that's undercut by his helplessly enamored smile and soft gaze.
Porsche throws his head back in a laugh, moving in to give Kinn a kiss before he slides down to his knees, mirroring their moment in the meeting. "I think something that smooth deserves a reward."
As Porsche quickly fumbles with Kinn's button and zipper, he freezes when Kinn unexpectedly places a hand under his chin, and Porsche once again finds his eyes guided up to meet his.
"I wish every moment of my life could be this; it's a gorgeous sight to see you being so good to me--for me."
Porsche's breathing shallows out and his eyes become lidded as his pupils dilate, Seeing his words quickly having their desired effect, Kinn chuckles.
"You really are the best, my beautiful, wonderful Porsche." He runs a thumb along Porsche's bottom lip, dipping it in as Porsche's mouth freely opens to accept it.
Yes thank you, that’ll do to tickle the old brain. Perhaps something like this?
Kinn’s fingers curl under Porsche’s chin, tipping his head up from where Porsche is kneeling at Kinn’s feet. The touch is gentle, barely a suggestion, but there is no way Porsche would fight him.
Kinn towering above him steals the air from Porsche’s lungs. He’s left with these little panting breaths that Kinn must feel. It’s enough to make Porsche a little dizzy.
Kinn smirks, and Porsche feels something in his belly fizzle, going off like pop rocks.
Stroking a finger over a Porsche’s bottom lip, Kinn says, “Well hello, darling.”
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
One day Porsche will figure out how Kinn gets him hard with barely a thought, but today is not that day.
“I do love when you’re on your knees,” Kinn continues, mischief in his eyes.
Porsche glares, but there’s no heat behind it. He’s already getting hard, so summoning the sass is difficult.
Kinn’s eyes flash down to the ground and he says softly, “Pick it up for me?”
Porsche has a choice here. He can do as Kinn’s asked, likely earning himself a reward later for good behavior, or he can not.
It’s not really much of a choice.
“Pick up what?” Porsche asks, putting on his best air-headed voice.
Kinn raises one defined brow in warning, but Porsche can see the way Kinn’s resisting a grin at his behavior.
“The pen,” Kinn says, the picture of a patient boss.
“Oh!” Porsche mockingly acts surprised. He grabs the pen he’d bent down to retrieve, and then makes sure to move closer to Kinn as he stands, presenting the pen to the other man by resting it in his open palm. “This?”
Porsche gloats inside as Kinn has to swallow before responding.
“Yes. Thank you.”
Porsche winks and steals a quick kiss from Kinn before slipping away to a much more appropriate distance. They turn to the other occupants in the room.
Every bodyguard assembled has somehow managed to choose a different direction to stare in as they ignore Porsche and Kinn’s shenanigans. There’s a distinct benefit to being named head of the minor family.
Settling in to his seat and catching Kinn doing the same from the corner of his eye, Porsche says, “Big, what’s the latest on the Triad’s movements?”
Feel free to remix on the little snippet, this just hit me based on delicious inspiration!
Big shook his head. These two were always up to something. Once upon a time it made his heart ache to see how happy Porsche made Kinn, but that all changed when he woke up from his coma. Knowing that the Kinn he'd once fallen for was back, even Big couldn't hate Porsche any longer. Porsche had made a miracle happen.
However, that did not mean he had to put up with their shenanigans all day long. Did these idiots think everyone wasn't painfully aware of what they got up to? The bite marks Porsche frequently sported were evidence enough.
He shuffled his papers and made eye contact with his boss. 'Sir, the Triad seems to be backing off. It appears the latest efforts to remind them of the agreed upon spaces for doing business have been successful.'
'Excellent news, any other topics to cover?' Kinn asked in a tone that implied the meeting was over.
Arm made eye contact with Big and they mutually agreed that it was not the time to mention the party Khun was planning and how Kinn would have to attend in costume. They'd tag Pol to mention it in tomorrow's briefing.
'Great meeting' said Kinn, 'I need to speak with Porsche for a moment.'
Big stood and waved all the other guards out the door and closed it as he left the room.
'Bank, you and Blue guard the door, the rest of us are headed to lunch', Big said as he walked off.
Arm laughed, 'is that your punishment for them being a minute late?'
'Someone has to stand guard and we have earned the right not to have to listen to whatever those two are getting up to in the conference room' Big replied with an eyeroll. 'lets go eat.'
'Listen, next time the punishment should be to make them clean the room after,' Arm laughed in response.
Big chuckled back and smiled.
@nuwildcat I just had to. :) @kpquickndirty #remix welcome
Yes thank you, that’ll do to tickle the old brain. Perhaps something like this?
Kinn’s fingers curl under Porsche’s chin, tipping his head up from where Porsche is kneeling at Kinn’s feet. The touch is gentle, barely a suggestion, but there is no way Porsche would fight him.
Kinn towering above him steals the air from Porsche’s lungs. He’s left with these little panting breaths that Kinn must feel. It’s enough to make Porsche a little dizzy.
Kinn smirks, and Porsche feels something in his belly fizzle, going off like pop rocks.
Stroking a finger over a Porsche’s bottom lip, Kinn says, “Well hello, darling.”
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
One day Porsche will figure out how Kinn gets him hard with barely a thought, but today is not that day.
“I do love when you’re on your knees,” Kinn continues, mischief in his eyes.
Porsche glares, but there’s no heat behind it. He’s already getting hard, so summoning the sass is difficult.
Kinn’s eyes flash down to the ground and he says softly, “Pick it up for me?”
Porsche has a choice here. He can do as Kinn’s asked, likely earning himself a reward later for good behavior, or he can not.
It’s not really much of a choice.
“Pick up what?” Porsche asks, putting on his best air-headed voice.
Kinn raises one defined brow in warning, but Porsche can see the way Kinn’s resisting a grin at his behavior.
“The pen,” Kinn says, the picture of a patient boss.
“Oh!” Porsche mockingly acts surprised. He grabs the pen he’d bent down to retrieve, and then makes sure to move closer to Kinn as he stands, presenting the pen to the other man by resting it in his open palm. “This?”
Porsche gloats inside as Kinn has to swallow before responding.
“Yes. Thank you.”
Porsche winks and steals a quick kiss from Kinn before slipping away to a much more appropriate distance. They turn to the other occupants in the room.
Every bodyguard assembled has somehow managed to choose a different direction to stare in as they ignore Porsche and Kinn’s shenanigans. If there’s a distinct benefit to being named head of the minor family.
Settling in to his seat and catching Kinn doing the same from the corner of his eye, Porsche says, “Big, what’s the latest on the Triad’s movements?”
Feel free to remix on the little snippet, this just hit me based on delicious inspiration!
I had a @kpquickndirty ficlet in my brain that I had to get out. I'm a big fan of bottom!Kinn, and in particular a fan of what my friend @martynaxao3 wrote in her fabulous fanfic two shots.
I just really wanted to explore a bit more of the dynamic of Kinn learning to bottom with Porsche in that universe.
HOWEVER! You don't have to have read two shots to read this, though it would be beneficial.
Remix welcome.
Rating: E for the smutz
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Coaxing
The second time Porsche fucked Kinn, it barely took any coaxing at all. It was after a successful business meeting at one of Kinn’s clubs. Kinn’s guests had already left, but Kinn lingered afterward, enjoying a drink while he fondled Porsche’s waist. That was when Porsche leaned over and whispered in his ear exactly what filthy things he’d been thinking about doing to Kinn during the meeting.
Kinn automatically snapped at him, “Your mouth!” with an angry wrinkled nose and brow. But his eyes sparkled with keen interest.
Porsche practically fucked him through the mattress that night.
The third time Porsche fucked Kinn, it didn’t take any coaxing whatsoever. Porsche simply stared at him hungrily during one of his workouts. He could tell by Kinn’s that he knew he was being stalked like prey. When Kinn finished, Porsche followed him into the empty locker room, locked the door, and grabbed a firm handful of one asscheek.
That led quickly to banging it out in the shower, with Kinn pressed firmly to the tiles, his slutty moans echoing in the room.
They settled into a fairly regular routine after that. Kinn fucked Porsche most of the time, but whenever Porsche got the itch, or whenever Kinn got too stressed, Porsche took the reins and turned Kinn into a fucked-out, melted mess of a man. All seemed to be going well, and Porsche thought that perhaps Kinn had left his worries about bottoming behind him.
Eventually, though, Porsche encountered a new hiccup, another of Kinn’s hangups.
It happened when he was balls deep in Kinn, Kinn’s legs wrapped tight around his waist, going at him deep and slow. Porsche was just about to pick up the pace when he got inspired and decided to switch their positions, rolling them so that Kinn was on top.
Kinn was so far gone that he didn’t even notice at first. After Porsche stilled his hips and Kinn began to mindlessly rotate that fabulous ass of his, that’s when realization start creeping into Kinn’s eyes… realization and then alarm.
“What, uh, what are you doing?” Kinn asked, or more like he panted.
Porsche grinned up at him wickedly. “Fucking you. But I’m tired. It’s time for you to do some of the work.” He gives the side of Kinn’s ass a smack for good measure. “C’mon, give me a ride.”
Kinn’s face, already flush with exertion, quickly went from pink to burning red with embarrassment.
The next thing Porsche knows, Kinn has reversed their positions again, hauling Porsche back on top of him.
“Just do it like normal, baby,” Kinn demanded, breathless from Porsche’s weight suddenly landing on top of him again. He grabbed a firm hold of the hair at the back of Porsche’s head. “This is good. Just keep going.”
Oh, Porsche thought. I guess we still have things to work on.
“Lazy. So damn lazy. How’d I find a pillow princess like you? Fine, I’ll do all the work this time, but you’ll pay for it later.”
Porsche reversed their positions again.
Then he planted his feet squarely on the bed and fucked Kinn so hard and good he didn’t have a spare thought for anything beyond pleasure sex pleasure sex pleasure sex.
Next time. Next time Porsche would make Kinn ride him to his heart’s content. He just needed a little more coaxing.
@kpquickndirty I love this idea for a blog! Getting prompts and letting go for a bit when doing art is great, so thank youu 🧡🧡
I rushed to do this little sketch! The picture was very much Porsche's dream of having a bar by the beach, so I imagine they are there for a little vacation
So as the OG quick'n'dirty I thought this deserved a remix aaaaaand since Lady covered the quick part I figured I'd do the dirty part!
The cocktails are sweet and sticky, perfect after a long day on the beach. Porsche kicks his feet a bit rocking back and forth on the swing.
He leans back, putting his glass in the sand now that he's done with it. Then he kicks his feet harder, propelling himself on the swing.
"Hey!" Kinn says, twisting to protect what's left of his own drink.
Porsche has managed to accidentally get sand on his boyfriend. Mischief sparks inside him and he can see the moment Kinn realizes it too.
"Don't you dare," Kinn says.
Porsche just grins at him and digs his toes into the sand.
Quick as he can, Kinn tosses back the rest of his drink, and just in time. Porsche kicks at the sand, sending a spray of it up and over Kinn.
"Dammit Porsche!"
He just throws his head back and laughs, rocking on the swing.
A hand wrapped around his ankle catches Porsche by surprise and he lets out a yelp as Kinn pulls him down off the swing.
"Let's see how you like it, brat."
A hand full of sand meets Porsche's face and he squirms in Kinn's grasp trying to get away. He manages, but not before the damage is done.
They look at each other, both pausing for a moment, and then it's on. Porsche tackles Kinn, who rolls, pinning Porsche underneath him. The grapple and toss sand on each other, neither giving in.
Porsche manages to swing his weight around and sit on Kinn, pinning him in place when he gets his hands around Kinn's wrists.
"Ha!" He crows in victory. "I win."
"Oh yeah?" Kinn replies, thrusting his hips up to try and dislodge Porsche.
He rides the motion, keeping Kinn where he wants him.
A glint enters Kinn's eyes and Porsche tenses up to see what the man will do next.
He thrusts up again and Porsche still maintains his seat. Kinn smirks.
"You do look so pretty when you ride me, sweetheart."
Oh fuck.
It seems to take nothing nowadays to get Porsche going around Kinn. A suggestive comment, the right type of look, fuck Kinn sitting in a chair a particular way, all it takes is one little thing and Porsche is ready to jump the other man.
Kinn spread out below him, making bedroom eyes at Porsche, that's more than enough.
"Up," he says, clambering off Kinn. "Up, up, up."
Kinn snickers but takes his hand.
"Something you want, darling?"
Porsche turns to his smug boyfriend. "Yes," he says. "You to fuck me till I can't come any more. You up to it?"
The fire ignites in Kinn's eyes and he's pushing Porsche back to their hotel. Porsche laughs but scrambles along with Kinn.
So many amazing artists are on Tumblr. I felt like I had to add my bit at my skill level. @kpquickndirty I present Kinn and Porsche on a normal day in their lives. And yes. #remix away people.
Make something quick'n'dirty (keep it short, keep it rough).
@ message this blog to get reblogged.
Say "remix" next to the @ mention or in tags if you welcome others to create something inspired by your piece!
Remix Challenge
Your prompt this week is simple: remix!
Reminder: A remix doesn't have to be a direct extension of a quick'n'dirty creation. A remix can simply be taking inspiration from a qnd creation, or it can be inspired by just about anything, not just what's on this blog!
Remixable Roundup, Weeks 1-5
These are all the remixable creations from March and April (and it includes pretty much every qnd creation so far). Consider using these as a starting point. 🤩
Remix Chains
* Note: I am not listing each individual remix in a chain, but you can use any single creation as your jumping off point.
the bread sex incident (punchlove-blog, vanillalipstick66, @blingblingbubbles, mortimerlatrice, dr-lemurr)
a very hum bar songkran (luckydragon10, nuwildcat, dr-lemurr)
Art
beach scene (lady-guts) and this is the first ever qnd!
white rabbit kinn (mortimerlatrice)
the truck at sunset environment study (mortimerlatrice)
smol chay (dr-lemurr)
all tied up and nowhere to go (mortimerlatrice)
kimchay for asexuality day (dr-lemurr)
makeup tricks with tay and porsche (mortimerlatrice)
Fic
kim and tankhun scene (punchlove-blog)
kinn's one-night stand (artpo)
kinn and porsche vacation (blingblingbubbles)
kinn and porsche and kisses (mousydentist)
big's sacrifice (@shubaka)
arm gets a surprise vacation (artpo)
mafia mistress (airgiodslv)
shoot me while I'm happy (@liliblaukatz)
bad bet headcanon for kimchay (punchlove-blog)
beach reunion (@lori0018)
Podfic
oral notfic slumber party truth or date (airgiodslv)
in yellow (airgiodslv)
anyway the actual point of fandom is to inspire each other. reading each other's fics and admiring each other's art and saying wow i love this and i feel something and i want to invoke this in other people, i want to write a sentence that feels like a meteor shower, i want to paint a kiss with such tenderness it makes you ache, i want to create something that someone else somewhere will see it and think oh, i need to do that too, right now. i am embracing being a corny cunt on main to say inspiring each other is one of the things humanity is best at and one of the things fandom is built for and i think that's beautiful
Hello! KP Quick'n'Dirty is taking a week off from new prompts. However, you are always welcome to submit new quick'n'dirty creations to be reblogged here (just @ message this blog). Also, you can always scroll back through this blog for inspiration. 😃
I've written this super-duper quickly, so it's probably a mess, but that's all part of the quickndirty fun. Inspiration from all over but mostly from here and here.
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Porsche is up to something. Yok can always tell when Porsche is up to something.
“Only hand-sized water pistols are allowed inside the bar!” Ball shouts out as a small group enters. “You can leave your soakers in the bin by the door and collect them on the way out! Your first drink tonight comes with a free water pistol.”
Hum Bar is always a festive place, but it’s especially festive during Songkran. Yok has taken care to strew the place with fresh flowers, and she’s placed mats on the floor to prevent slipping, as patrons playfully squirt each other with small, brightly colored plastic water guns.
Everyone is smiling, and laughing, as it should always be in Hum Bar.
But Porsche… Porsche is far too quiet. He’s been whispering to the other bartenders whenever he thinks Yok isn’t watching, and his eyes shift nervously left and right.
He’s doing it again right now. He’s watching the door and muttering something to Jet behind his hand.
Then Tem comes in, carrying a bouquet of flowers.
“Now!” Porsche shouts. “Jom, get jae now!”
Yok’s first instinct is to brace herself to be soaked with water, but instead Jom, Porsche’s most precious and loyal friend, takes both of Yok’s wrists in his hands.
“Come with me, over here!” Jom says, and he guides her to the corner booth, where Tem has cleared space and is placing the flowers on the table.
Yok has an inkling of what’s going on now, and she wants no part of it. “Stop, stop at once!”
Porsche comes out from behind the bar, carrying a large silver bowl in his hands, full of water and flower petals.
“Hello, attention please!” Porsche calls out, and the din dies down as everyone turns heads to look at him. “Thank you, all of you, for joining us and celebrating Songkran with us! We’d now like to invite everyone to greet our senior, the wonderful, beautiful, talented, wise owner of this bar, Yok! She’s a little shy, but don’t let that stop you.”
Everyone laughs.
“I told you a million times, I am not an elder!” Yok objects. Porsche has tried to pull similar stunts before, one-on-one, in the back of Hum Bar or before a shift, but never in the middle of the night. Never before has he done it on this sort of scale, inviting all the guests to participate.
Sneaky, clever boy. It’s much harder for Yok to refuse, especially as the guests shout and encourage her to play along.
“Please, Yok?” Porsche asks. He approaches the table and sets the silver bowl in front of her, and Jet places the smaller one next to it. Then Porsche turns on the puppy eyes.
Yok feels her heart swell.
She’s objected for years, not feeling like it was her place, and also not wanting to feel old. But…
“Please?”
How can she say no?
“Oh, all right,” she relents, which causes everyone to cheer. “But let’s make this quick, so you all can get back to buying my booze, huh?” That earns her another laugh.
So, one by one, the patrons bow their heads to her, and they use the smaller bowl to respectfully run water over her hands until her fingers feel soft and tender. She gives each of them a word or two of advice while they listen with folded hands. Her words are pleasant little phrases that lift their hearts and make them smile.
The bartenders take their turns after the patrons. And of them, Porsche approaches her last. He holds her hands gently and looks up at her with something eager and desperate in his eyes, and Yok’s heart goes out to him.
After he washes her hands, she puts her soggy fingers on one of his cheeks.
“So naughty and stubborn,” she says, patting his cheek, and he has the grace to lower his eyes, even though he still smirks. “You finally found a way to make me cooperate, huh? After, what, four years?”
“Five,” he corrects.
“Cheeky,” Yok says.
“Do you have any words of wisdom for me, jae?”
What advice can she possibly give him? This boy has already been through things that Yok can hardly imagine. He’s practically a father to his brother, and he carries his family on his shoulders.
But still…
“You’re twenty-three now, aren’t you, Porsche?” she asks, and he nods, smiling. “Do this elder a favor and find someone who will fill your heart with joy and maybe look after you for a chance.”
At first, Porsche looks stunned. HIs face goes slack, like the possibility never even occurred to him. Then he grins and shakes his head.
“Aww, but flying solo is best way to—”
“Did I stutter?” Yok glares.
Porsche looks suitably terrified.
“No, ma’am.”
“Good.” Yok pulls out one of the water pistols she has tucked into the waistband of her skirt and aims it at Porsche. “Back to work with you.”
She pulls the trigger three times in rapid succession, and Porsche yelps.
Later that night, Yok takes a moment to breathe in the back. It’s always busy around Songkran. The vibrancy of the city explodes while tourists flock to see what Thai New Years is all about.
Yok loves it, despite the years of Porsche’s stunts making her feel older than she wants to.
There’s a weight to being the one honored on Songkran.
It’s part of why she’s weaseled out of things for the past five years. Wanting to stay the youthful young woman who saw a young man down on his luck and gave him a very needed opportunity.
But they aren’t that anymore.
That change is made all the more obvious when Porsche slips out back to join her. A pack of cigarettes in hand, and no barfly on his arm.
He approaches and offers Yok a light.
They stand together for a moment, inhaling the tobacco and letting the nicotine hit their system. Porsche lets out a deep sigh.
“Jae, what did you mean earlier?”
Yok tilts her head to look at him from the corner of her eye. She blinks and he’s that your man from years ago — lanky and over-confident in a way that doesn’t quite work — turning to her in a moment of need.
“I meant you should give yourself as much of a chance as you give Chay.”
Porsche scoff and it makes Yok frown.
“No, listen to me.”
Porsche turns to her, surprise on his face.
“You want to honor me? You want to do right by the things I’ve done for you? Then do right by yourself, Sugar.”
Yok cups Porsche’s cheek, forcing him to look at her when her words make his eyes skitter around.
“You deserve so much more than what you’re getting now.”
“Jae,” Porsche says, an embarrassed whine to his tone.
“I mean it. And you’re the one who came asking for my advice,” she chides playfully.
Porsche grins at her, cheeky and charming, but Yok can see the flicker of something else in his eyes.
It looks like curiosity.
She’ll take it. Perhaps there’s a change in store in the new year for her troublemaker.
I've written this super-duper quickly, so it's probably a mess, but that's all part of the quickndirty fun. Inspiration from all over but mostly from here and here.
~~~
Porsche is up to something. Yok can always tell when Porsche is up to something.
“Only hand-sized water pistols are allowed inside the bar!” Ball shouts out as a small group enters. “You can leave your soakers in the bin by the door and collect them on the way out! Your first drink tonight comes with a free water pistol.”
Hum Bar is always a festive place, but it’s especially festive during Songkran. Yok has taken care to strew the place with fresh flowers, and she’s placed mats on the floor to prevent slipping, as patrons playfully squirt each other with small, brightly colored plastic water guns.
Everyone is smiling, and laughing, as it should always be in Hum Bar.
But Porsche… Porsche is far too quiet. He’s been whispering to the other bartenders whenever he thinks Yok isn’t watching, and his eyes shift nervously left and right.
He’s doing it again right now. He’s watching the door and muttering something to Jet behind his hand.
Then Tem comes in, carrying a bouquet of flowers.
“Now!” Porsche shouts. “Jom, get jae now!”
Yok’s first instinct is to brace herself to be soaked with water, but instead Jom, Porsche’s most precious and loyal friend, takes both of Yok’s wrists in his hands.
“Come with me, over here!” Jom says, and he guides her to the corner booth, where Tem has cleared space and is placing the flowers on the table.
Yok has an inkling of what’s going on now, and she wants no part of it. “Stop, stop at once!”
Porsche comes out from behind the bar, carrying a large silver bowl in his hands, full of water and flower petals.
“Hello, attention please!” Porsche calls out, and the din dies down as everyone turns heads to look at him. “Thank you, all of you, for joining us and celebrating Songkran with us! We’d now like to invite everyone to greet our senior, the wonderful, beautiful, talented, wise owner of this bar, Yok! She’s a little shy, but don’t let that stop you.”
Everyone laughs.
“I told you a million times, I am not an elder!” Yok objects. Porsche has tried to pull similar stunts before, one-on-one, in the back of Hum Bar or before a shift, but never in the middle of the night. Never before has he done it on this sort of scale, inviting all the guests to participate.
Sneaky, clever boy. It’s much harder for Yok to refuse, especially as the guests shout and encourage her to play along.
“Please, Yok?” Porsche asks. He approaches the table and sets the silver bowl in front of her, and Jet places the smaller one next to it. Then Porsche turns on the puppy eyes.
Yok feels her heart swell.
She’s objected for years, not feeling like it was her place, and also not wanting to feel old. But…
“Please?”
How can she say no?
“Oh, all right,” she relents, which causes everyone to cheer. “But let’s make this quick, so you all can get back to buying my booze, huh?” That earns her another laugh.
So, one by one, the patrons bow their heads to her, and they use the smaller bowl to respectfully run water over her hands until her fingers feel soft and tender. She gives each of them a word or two of advice while they listen with folded hands. Her words are pleasant little phrases that lift their hearts and make them smile.
The bartenders take their turns after the patrons. And of them, Porsche approaches her last. He holds her hands gently and looks up at her with something eager and desperate in his eyes, and Yok’s heart goes out to him.
After he washes her hands, she puts her soggy fingers on one of his cheeks.
“So naughty and stubborn,” she says, patting his cheek, and he has the grace to lower his eyes, even though he still smirks. “You finally found a way to make me cooperate, huh? After, what, four years?”
“Five,” he corrects.
“Cheeky,” Yok says.
“Do you have any words of wisdom for me, jae?”
What advice can she possibly give him? This boy has already been through things that Yok can hardly imagine. He’s practically a father to his brother, and he carries his family on his shoulders.
But still…
“You’re twenty-three now, aren’t you, Porsche?” she asks, and he nods, smiling. “Do this elder a favor and find someone who will fill your heart with joy and maybe look after you for a chance.”
At first, Porsche looks stunned. HIs face goes slack, like the possibility never even occurred to him. Then he grins and shakes his head.
“Aww, but flying solo is best way to—”
“Did I stutter?” Yok glares.
Porsche looks suitably terrified.
“No, ma’am.”
“Good.” Yok pulls out one of the water pistols she has tucked into the waistband of her skirt and aims it at Porsche. “Back to work with you.”
She pulls the trigger three times in rapid succession, and Porsche yelps.
Later that night, Yok takes a moment to breathe in the back. It’s always busy around Songkran. The vibrancy of the city explodes while tourists flock to see what Thai New Years is all about.
Yok loves it, despite the years of Porsche’s stunts making her feel older than she wants to.
There’s a weight to being the one honored on Songkran.
It’s part of why she’s weaseled out of things for the past five years. Wanting to stay the youthful young woman who saw a young man down on his luck and gave him a very needed opportunity.
But they aren’t that anymore.
That change is made all the more obvious when Porsche slips out back to join her. A pack of cigarettes in hand, and no barfly on his arm.
He approaches and offers Yok a light.
They stand together for a moment, inhaling the tobacco and letting the nicotine hit their system. Porsche lets out a deep sigh.
“Jae, what did you mean earlier?”
Yok tilts her head to look at him from the corner of her eye. She blinks and he’s that your man from years ago — lanky and over-confident in a way that doesn’t quite work — turning to her in a moment of need.
“I meant you should give yourself as much of a chance as you give Chay.”
Porsche scoff and it makes Yok frown.
“No, listen to me.”
Porsche turns to her, surprise on his face.
“You want to honor me? You want to do right by the things I’ve done for you? Then do right by yourself, Sugar.”
Yok cups Porsche’s cheek, forcing him to look at her when her words make his eyes skitter around.
“You deserve so much more than what you’re getting now.”
“Jae,” Porsche says, an embarrassed whine to his tone.
“I mean it. And you’re the one who came asking for my advice,” she chides playfully.
Porsche grins at her, cheeky and charming, but Yok can see the flicker of something else in his eyes.
It looks like curiosity.
She’ll take it. Perhaps there’s a change in store in the new year for her troublemaker.
