#max says things

[max--phillips]

Huge bummer that those old people in Halloween costumes are AI. Fooled me. This goddamn sora app is killing me.

[askerror87]

Why it's important that Ramb isn't an American plug.

I know this is pedantic but I've been seeing a lot of otherwise great posts about Ramb that don't quite get that Ramb being British isn't a simple quirky throwaway nonsense detail. He's not British just for the sake of it- there’s a really important reason for that that actually says a lot about him as a character and why he ended up like this. I originally wrote this out as a reblogged response to this post but I realized that this was going to need a visual aid.

Most of the Plugboys we see in Chapter 2 are not only visibly supposed to remind you of a cat, but they are distinctly designed off of the Type B outlet that most Americans would be familiar with. (Note that Ramb's eyes, while still rectangular, are rounder and softer thanks to the eyebrows and beauty marks/ eyelashes/ smile lines/ however you want to interpret these pixels.)

[Image ID: Some Deltarune screenshots and pictures of electrical plugs. Descriptions in alt text. /End ID]

(Obviously, we see a variety of expressions from them throughout the game, which seem to primarily take inspiration from Type A, B, G, and possibly I outlets)

[Image ID: More sprites of the Plugboy with various expressions of stress and surprise, and a whole list of outlet types for comparison, all of which looking like faces. /End ID]

Ramb, however, is designed to be Like the Chapter Two Plugboys But Different BECAUSE he isn’t an American Outlet.

He’s a Type K power strip that Kris and Azzy stole from the Library.

Type Ks are distinct because of the roundness of their first two prongs and the semi-circle curvature of the third, giving them that signature ‘smile’ that Type Bs inherently lack because of how their plugs are shaped. They are also, as you may have guessed, very much European. (Type Ks, as pointed out to me by my friend @strangeandinteresting, are outlets that are primarily used in Denmark, but that they "do also reckon that a Danish accent would be harder to do in written format like that, so for the intents of him seeming 'other' the British (Specifically London, cockney(?)) accent is perfect". I grew up using Type K and other circular plugs, so my working theory is Toby primarily wanted to use a plug type that was distinctly From Europe first and foremost, and had the furthest possible 'expression' from a Type B.)

Ramb isn’t British and a Dog just for the sake of it- he’s Designed Like That because while Type Bs and Type Ks are visually very similar, they are inherently incompatible. You can’t put a European plug into an American outlet and vice versa for a variety of reasons, primarily because you will probably fry the thing you’re trying to plug in. To explain this as simply as possible, British (and other European) plugs are created in such a way where they include their own fuse (which is why the head is so big). Inherently, they are simply a more powerful and superior device because of how they are made. He’s also very portable because of this- power strips are supposed to allow you to Put More Things In Them.

As you can imagine, though… this is only the case if there’s actually something FOR THEM TO PLUG INTO. Whoever ordered Ramb (possibly Miss Boom) accidentally bought the wrong type of power strip. That’s also probably why no one from the Cyber World ever said anything about him- why he was never missed by anyone.

We see this foreshadowed by the Spamton Sweepstakes and its 2025 update. What’s the URL allowing us to access the greenroom page? /ramb. And yet, all traces of him are missing in it… beyond the door that Ramb guards for Kris stating plainly that ‘No one will shed a tear for him.’

Almost like he no longer served a purpose, no? Almost like he vanished without a trace???

This seemingly very small detail about his accent is actually one of many ways Toby gives us an indicator of him Not Belonging and to be able to cement it in this way by accent and character design alone is so good I’m going to explode-

He's supposed to be a shopkeeper but that job was delegated to a vending machine because Tenna didn’t want him handling POINTs. He's supposed to work the green room but he quit. He's supposed to be in the computer lab but no one noticed or cared that he went missing- nobody mentioned him in Chapter 2, nobody mentions him after you go to your Castle Town in Chapter 4. He has all the markings of a secret boss, talking about freedom, chaos, and remarking about big shots, and facilitates play via a game (games are supposed to be fun, don't let it feel like a job, okay?). AND YET-

He doesn’t give you a shadow crystal. No, that’s for the REAL secret boss. He doesn’t give you an item. That’s for the other REAL secret boss.

Something, SOMEONE, meant to be extremely helpful deprived of a use.

Jesus Christ is Toby good at making characters.

Bonus: if werewires are meant to be dogs-

Does that mean if Ramb was to be plugged in his werewire design would be more catlike? (Thank you to @gogogoat495 for the ID!)

Edit: I caved and made an entire video based off this post lmaooooo

[emptydasaniwaterbottle]

thinking about mars today, thinking about alh84001, thinking about reid wisemans definitive statement that WE ARE GOING TO MARS thinking about past potential life on mars and maybe MAYBE even current?!? aretimis II did something to me and knowing that when we get there we could find ancient earth meteorites that landed there and bring them back to analyze our past (like upwards of 7 billion years ago) i cant wait for us to reach our distant cousin

and after all that we will achieve, we will always choose earth

i fucking love the moon, i fucking love mars, i fucking LOVE earth, and most of all i fucking love humans

[exactlymaximumgarden]

intro + masterlists

hi, i'm max :) i'm 20, pronouns she/her. i mainly write for jschlatt and ted nivison. feel free to send in asks/requests/whatever you want!! my inbox is open to anyone.

be aware that i will not under any circumstances write harmful relationship dynamics, romanticized portrayals of mental illnesses, or subjects such as piss, scat, any of that wack shit basically. i have the right to ignore/delete any requests!! also worth noting is that all of my writing is typically afab!reader, but i will gladly write something else if specifically requested!

my anons: 🎮, 🌸, 🪺, 🌞

masterlists for my writing linked below!!

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[spacegay-official]

Pain For Pleasure

(aka "Din Djarin has a piercing kink send tweet")

So, this was initially supposed to be part of a lengthier headcanon post with more characters inspired entirely by the time I got my nips pierced in July, but I got carried away with Din's, then immediately forgot I had it in my google drive and found it a couple days ago, so... here we are.

Also, I know in that poll I posted the majority running as of right this second is green for Din's favorite color, but I went with red for the color of the beads on reader's piercings just because it felt right (and also it was in second place, so)

Pairing: Din Djarin x afab!reader (no pronouns/gendered terms used, but this is a very tit-centric fic)

Warnings: SMUT, this is pure self-indulgent PWP, nipple piercings, blindfolds bc Din, nipple play (sucking, nibbling, that kind of thing), unprotected PiV sex, creampie, talk of other (namely, genital) piercings, also this wasn't well proofread so there might be mistakes.

Words: ~1k

Din was out on a long hunt. You knew it was going to be a while, and while you usually go with him on these sorts of things, he insisted it was a one man job. So, you stayed with the ship, in the port city you’d landed in. But, sooner than later, you got bored.

So, you put the ship in lockdown and started walking around the city. There were plenty of sights to see, and plenty of things to do, but it was a piercing shop with beautiful jewelry displayed in the window that caught your eye. You went in, initially intending just to buy some jewelry from them, but it turns out they were having a special sale. That was all it took to get you to give into the impulse and just like that, you had your nipples pierced.

As you pondered your jewelry options, a thought crossed your mind--what would Din think? He loved your tits and did not hide that fact. You figured he wouldn’t mind the extra decoration. With him in mind, though, you picked out jewelry with red beads on the end. After the quick (and somewhat less painful than you were anticipating, but it still definitely hurt) procedure, you went back to the ship and admired the new piercings in the mirror for a bit. Yeah, he was definitely going to enjoy this.

Several days later, Din came back from his hunt, successful. He was clearly exhausted, though, taking a deep breath and leaning against the hull in the hold once the quarry was in carbonite and unable to cause any more issues. You smiled and approached him, glad you were currently wearing a thin shirt without a bra underneath.

“How’d it go?” you asked.

He turned his head and looked at you. “I’m glad I’m back,” he answered.

He went to turn his head back, but seemed to double-take. You grinned wider, then started walking backwards towards the bed you shared. You sat down on the edge of it, and pulled the material of your shirt more taught over your chest.

“See something you like?” you asked.

Din walked over to you, and immediately got on his knees between your legs. His hands smoothed up your sides under your shirt, lifting it. You took it off the rest of the way.

“Fuck,” Din breathed.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” you teased.

“When did you get this done?” he asked.

“Couple days after you left. I got bored,” you answered, shrugging a little.

Din’s hands moved to hold your tits, then run his thumb over your nipples and the jewelry. You sighed at the sensation.

“So fucking good to me,” he mumbled, his hands gliding down your body again, this time to the waistband of your pants. He practically tore them off, then began backing you further onto the bed. “Probably hurt, huh? Going through that just to look pretty for me.” 

He reached for something in one of the storage compartments next to the bed, and soon your vision was completely obscured by a blindfold. You heard a quiet hiss, felt the bed shift, then hummed appreciatively as you felt Din’s lips wrap around one of your nipples, sucking, his tongue toying with the piercing. You ran your fingers through his curls, slightly damp from being in his helmet on his hunt. He practically purred as you gently scratched your nails against his scalp.

Din gently nibbled your nipple before releasing it and moving over to the other one. The jewelry added sensitivity you weren’t yet used to, and it went right to your core. You were dripping wet, though you were more than willing to ignore that in favor of letting Din take what he needed. And he kept taking for a while, switching nipples intermittently, occasionally pulling off entirely just to look at them, shiny with spit and a little swollen from his ministrations. At some point during this, you noticed he was grinding against your thigh, hard behind his flight suit.

You gently tugged against his hair, just to grab his attention, not to interrupt him. “You should take your armor off, baby,” you mumbled.

He hummed an agreement, leaning up on his knees to do just that. You heard shuffling and pieces of his armor detaching and being set down next to the bed. It was hurried, not the organized methodical way he typically removes it. After just a few moments, he was back on top of you, kissing your lips fervently as he pinched one of your nipples, making your breath hitch.

“I’m going to take good care of you, mesh’la,” he practically growled. You felt him reach between you and free his cock from his pants, and you grabbed at his shoulders as he pushed into you desperately. You moaned at the stretch.

“You’re perfect. All mine,” Din groaned, once again letting his mouth find one of your nipples.

“Mmm… if I knew this would get you this worked up I would’ve gotten it done months ago,” you said, moaning again as Din rutted into you.

Din made another noise. “Yeah?” he asked. “You’d do anything for me, wouldn’t you?”

You hummed, turning into a cry as Din’s thumb found your clit, your orgasm quickly mounting. “Anything, Din,” you breathed.

Din fucked you with a mix of desperation and purpose, never leaving either of your pierced nipples alone for too long. He knew exactly how to get you to fall apart for him, and he wielded that skill well. With how worked up he’d gotten you just from sucking on your tits, you weren’t going to last long in the first place, but you had a feeling he wasn’t either.

He easily brought you to a climax, and you cried out his name as you came. He followed moments after, spilling into you with a delicious moan before he collapsed on top of you, panting. Your hands cupped his face as Din kissed you gently.

An idea crossed your mind, and you grinned.

“That look usually gets us in trouble,” Din commented, though you could hear the smile in his own voice.

“You know,” you started, “there are other piercings I could get. Like… maybe a VCH piercing?”

“VCH?”

“Vertical clitoral hood piercing,” you answered. “It sits so one of the beads of the piercing is right on the clit, makes things more intense for folks sometimes.”

Din moaned at your words, then kissed you again. You made a noise of slight surprise as you felt his hips grind against yours again.

[techs-feral-wife]

One thing I love about reading TBB fics is that we all treat the Marauder like the Tardis (bigger on the inside than it is on the out)

Sometimes the boys each have individual bedrooms and a refresher

Sometimes they have a kitchen

We've just made it its own nebulous space that could contain anything we imagine and I think that's wonderful

[vulgarkatt]

Kugisaki cosplay is coming along nicely in time for Halloween :)

[f1xmalereader]

I have come up with a fic idea. Forgive me if it make no sense it's 2pm and i just woke up.

But, what if, the reader is like, a childhood friend of daniel, and max is dating him, but they have a long distance rationship because the reader works in Australia (for comedic affect, he's on bondi rescue as a lifeguard). Then they do like a truth or dare/TMI type thing with the grid and max exposes that he has a boyfriend and he gives like a description and it matches daniels friend so he flat out asks, it's true. Then shit hit's the fan and all you can hear in the video is laughing and screams.

Does that make sense? It Probably doesn't lmao.

Is this where i sign off or something?

- star ⭐

Truth or Dare

Max Verstappen x Male Reader

You've been friends with Daniel Ricciardo for as long as you can remember. You grew up together in Perth, Australia, and even though he's now a world-famous Formula One driver, you still keep in touch.

Recently, you've been dating Max Verstappen. It's been a long-distance relationship, as you work in Australia while Max travels worldwide for his races. But you make it work, and you're both happy.

One day, Max decides to play a game of truth or dare with some of the other drivers on the grid. You're not there to witness it, but you hear about it later from Daniel. Apparently, Max revealed that he has a boyfriend and even gave a description of him. And when Daniel heard the description, he realized that it was you.

Daniel flat out asks Max if it's true, and Max confirms it. And then, as Daniel tells you later, "shit hits the fan." All you can hear in the video of the game is laughing and screams.

When you talk to Max later, he tells you that he didn't mean for it to come out like that. He just got caught up in the game and didn't think before he spoke. But you're not upset with him. In fact, you're glad that everyone knows about your relationship now.

It's not always easy being in a long-distance relationship, but you and Max make it work. And with Daniel's support, you know that you can make it through anything.