Driver: Every racing game. If he had the time and care he would smoke everyone in Forza.
Seb: "Match the color" and "match the pitch" games (he's good at both).
Grace: Minecraft, Terraria, Minesweeper, Runescape, Subnautica… Probably kills at some board games.
Ken: Dress up games and Star Stable Online.
Lars: Bowling sometimes, but not much of a games person. Prefers to spend time outside or sit inside peacefully.
Henry: Used to like playing Guitar Hero before the accident.
Jerry: Poker. Blackjack. Most casino card games.
(Rest in peace Jerry you would have loved Balatro)
Dan: Basketball and pool, can be convinced to play some arcade cabinet games.
Noah: Nothing beats carnival games. Every other game is just him fooling around.
Leland: Basketball, puzzle books.
Jared: He doesn't play games—He is busy earning millions upon millions by offsetting losses on mortgage investments with bets against subprime debts and by selling credit swaps to investors. He's locked in and jacked to the tits. Are you locked in?
Holland: Bowling, pong, and card games that he sucks at. Drinking games, if they count.
Officer K: He doesn't play any games, but would play most games well if instructed to do so.
Bonus (SNL Goslings)
Monty McTreats: Purble Place
Steven Wingdings: Wordle and Scrabble
Jonathan (Wedding Tradition): He only plays the game of tormenting others at social events.
Jeffrey Thank You: Plague Inc, Barbie games, and Cooking Mama
I don't know if I'm the only one who thinks like this but I feel like Freysa (I can't remember how her name is spelled I'm sorry) saying "oh, you imagined it was you? Oh you did. You did" was way more painful for K than if she just didn't say anything. If she didn't acknowledge it at all and tried to earn his trust.
Cuz like. He's standing there bleeding looking at the woman who saw that child being born in real time and it seems like she's the answer to all his questions. And then Freysa says it was only a girl. No boy, no twin. So he's absolutely shattered. But she doesn't know why he's upset or what his mission even was let alone that he thought he was the 'lost' child. But she figures that out quietly and still chooses to let him down like that. And that was a hard let down. I get why she did that, she didn't have time to consider and probably thought her later words of "we all wish it was us" and "dying for the right cause is the most human thing we can do" would soften it and tell him he can still earn the humanity, but I don't think she understood just how monumental that realization was for him. And I don't think she knew for a fact that it would get him on their side. It definitely would have been way less painful if she didn't acknowledge his realization and just said everything else and he would've still gone with them. Because he still would've been the human he thought he was and would be considered the last piece for their revolution. And it would've been a different story maybe (I would expand but I don't have the words for it).
But instead he's basically dropped into ice cold water when she acknowledges that he wasn't that boy, he thought wrong, he wasn't the prophecy he thought he was. When she acknowledges all of that it's such a stab to hear those words. You know sometimes when something terrible happens but you don't process it as being that bad, but then someone says something about it or tells you that it definitely was bad, and then everything comes crashing down on you? That feeling of words being put to feelings? That's what happens in that moment when Freysa says "oh you did. You did [think it was you]". Because it confirms the most expected and worst outcome for him. That confirms his hope was for nothing.
And it's so painful.
It hurts so bad because it's true.
I dunno maybe it's just me, but I really really have that vibe. That if she didn't acknowledge his words about a boy and left it at "that was just part of the plan" it wouldn't be so shattering.
And what I mean to say with this is that I'm glad the movie did this by the way. If she didn't say it, it wouldn't be the same story. It's so devastating and that's good from a plot standpoint. From the movie standpoint it's one of the most emotional moments. And I fucking love it.
I love love love the sinking cold feeling you get when you hear those words and when K just drops down. I love how that small scene stabs. I love how they don't spell anything out and yet it hits you. I love how it's done.
I drew K and Joi in a Blade Runner 2049 (2017) x Mr. & Mrs. Smith (2005) crossover for @goosegroupiechallenges Week 3: 90s and 2000s Romcoms. I don’t have a single romcom bone in my body but @the-marshals-wife once again came in clutch and suggested this idea, so she has my deepest gratitude.
It takes K a long time to confront his own feelings about you, much less say it out loud. He was worried that if he acknowledged the love he feels for you, he would be irreparably changed, never close to baseline again. He wasn’t wrong. To love and to be loved in return is to be changed.
He uses terms of endearment for you more than he uses your name. It helps to make his dreams of serene domesticity more of a reality. “Sweetheart”, “darling”, and “honey” are his go-tos. The first time you called him by a pet name, he stopped dead in his tracks, completely overwhelmed. It gives him a sense of humanity, of belonging, when you call him by something kind.
K would never miss a special date. He’ll even go so far as to make up his own milestones and celebrations as an excuse to do something nice for you when the mood strikes. It’s your anniversary today? Sure, of the twentieth Tuesday you’ve known him.
The replicant is touch starved. Even simple brushes of your hand against his or grazes of your bodies together when you move past one another is enough to bring him leaning into your space, chasing the sensation. It is not something he seems to have control over.
He's more comfortable being touched than being the one to touch. He’s not accustomed to being allowed to initiate contact with no orders or with implied permission. Once K overcomes that barrier, he can hardly keep his hands off of you. He places lingering hands on your arms, brushes his fingers over your palm, winds your hair around his fingers, anything at all to feel something tangible and remind himself that you are here with him.
He wants so badly to be real for you. In his worst moments, he’s worried that he won’t ever be enough, that his status as a replicant makes him lesser, not worthy of your affections. His fears lead him to believe that you would prefer an organic partner.
K often tells you that you don’t have to be nice to him, that you don’t have to treat him with the care and tenderness that you do. He can’t seem to fathom that you actually want him. He doesn’t have anything to offer you but himself and that’s hardly worth having, isn’t it?
He would do anything within the realm of his capabilities for you. You are the most important thing in his existence. He wishes he were not a despised pet tethered to the LAPD. He wishes he could leave without becoming what he retires.
He reads to you. It takes his mind off the work day. The apartment isn’t filled with many books, but you enjoy each of them because the time he spends reading out loud is soothing for the both of you. His steady voice lulls you into a relaxed state from where he reads in his chair as you sit on the couch with his feet resting on your lap. His voice gets rougher and deeper when you trace nonsensical patterns over his legs.
While he’s not supposed to take items from crime scenes, he does it anyway, slipping them into the pockets on the inside of his coat. He comes home and shows what he has taken to you with the earnest hope that you will enjoy the meager offering. He can’t afford to give you much, but he can do this.
He always looks at you like you’re going to disappear. His eyes scan you like a data screen any chance he gets. He’s memorizing everything about you with each pass of his eyes. He holds those observations close for fear they’ll be all he has left of you. He doesn’t get to keep things. He doesn’t get to own anything that can’t be taken away. He’s a possession himself.
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His cum is bio-luminescent. In the dark, it glows a pretty blue to match his eyes. It's another reminder that K is not quite human.
He's nervous about sexual contact due to past experiences and trauma. You're one of the very few people that he's actually wanted to be intimate with. He’s firm, almost aggressive, in bed. He’s starved for physical intimacy for so long, that he longs to feast, to make up for the absence.
K firmly believes that he is a tool. He is made to give, not to receive, so it surprises him every time when you want to bring him pleasure for the sake of it. The novelty of receiving a blow job or something that focuses solely on him never wears off.
He has a breeding kink. He knows it's impossible for him to get anyone pregnant, but it's nice to occasionally lose himself in the fantasy of being real enough to make it happen.
If Joi is an active participant in your lives, one thing that really gets him off is engaging in sex with you while Joi is activated. Her being there to murmur encouraging things to the both of you, dictating how you should touch each other, gets him cumming embarrassingly fast.
