gaysonthotdaughterr

[gaysonthotdaughterr]

I don't have people to tag 😭

TAG GAME !!

Your having a sleepover with the sturniolos

search the following keywords on pintrest and use the first photo that pops up

Sturniolo - this will be the triplet that invited you (if the first pic is a group just scroll till you find an individual one).

pyjamas - these are what your wearing tonight.

board game - you all play until chris accuses matt for cheating

snacks - that you eat when you get the midnight munchies

movie - which you beg to watch together

plush - a cuddle buddy who will protect you while your asleep

Here’s my results to start!

no pressure tags: @bernardsbendystraws @chrattsbrat @sturniolofruitloop @malsmind @ihateemetoo @sturniololuvz

[gaysonthotdaughterr]

My post on a different account

Content Warning:

This chapter contains themes related to mental health struggles, including self-harm and emotional distress. If you or someone you know is struggling, please consider reaching out to a trusted person or a mental health professional. Your well-being matters.

The apartment is dim, lit only by the blue screen of a paused video and a lava lamp bubbling silently in the corner. The sound of a soda can cracking open echoes softly before being muffled by River’s groan.

“I’m so editing out the part where I tripped over my own foot,” River mutters, dragging himself up from the floor, hoodie sleeves half-swallowed by his hands. “That’s gonna haunt me.”

Vinnie chuckles, walking over with a teasing smirk. “You tripped because you were looking at me. Admit it.”

River rolls his eyes, tossing a plush pillow at him. “Yeah, because you were acting like a man-whore, again.”

Vinnie dodges the pillow, but as he leans down to grab it, his foot hooks under the edge of the coffee table—and he stumbles forward hard.

“Oof—” Vinnie lands directly on River with a loud thud and a sharp exhale from both of them.

They’re tangled for a second, River flat on his back, Vinnie on top of him. It would be funny if it didn’t feel so off.

Vinnie freezes.

River's body under him is alarmingly slight—more so than even a couple weeks ago. It’s subtle, but it’s there. His chest barely rises beneath the fabric of his hoodie, and his collarbones are sharp beneath the loose neckline. Vinnie props himself up on his forearms, blinking.

“...Are you okay?” Vinnie asks quietly. It’s not about the fall.

River lets out a short breath that tries to be a laugh. “You did just tackle me into my own carpet, so no, actually. My spine’s permanently broken.”

“I’m serious,” Vinnie says, his voice gentler now. “You feel… I don’t know. Thinner.”

River stiffens.

Vinnie sits up quickly, now kneeling beside him. “I mean, not in a bad way—just. Are you eating okay?”

River’s whole face changes—his jaw tightens, eyes flashing. “Why are you asking that?”

Vinnie blinks. “I—because I care? You were sick, and you still don’t eat much when we hang out. And now—”

“I am eating,” River snaps, sitting up fast and hugging his knees. “Jesus, what is this? An interrogation? Are you my boyfriend or my babysitter?”

Vinnie’s taken aback but doesn’t flinch. “I’m your friend. And friends notice when stuff changes. You just… you feel different. You look tired.”

“Well maybe I am tired,” River bites, voice rising, defensiveness like barbed wire. “Maybe I don’t want people constantly hovering and analyzing my body like it’s some goddamn project. I’m fine, Vinnie.”

“You don’t have to lie to me.”

“I’m not lying!” River’s voice cracks—just slightly—but he looks away immediately, like he’s angry with himself for it.

There’s a heavy pause. Vinnie looks at him, eyes soft but worried.

Then River stands up, arms crossed tight over his stomach. “You should go.”

Vinnie blinks. “Riv—”

“I said go,” River repeats, not meeting his eyes.

Vinnie lingers for a second too long, like he’s hoping River will soften. Say he didn’t mean it. Ask him to stay.

But River just stares at the wall, shoulders rigid, like a statue trying not to shatter.

So Vinnie grabs his hoodie from the couch and quietly heads to the door.

Before he leaves, he looks back once.

River doesn’t.

The door clicks shut behind him.

The apartment feels too quiet without Vinnie.

River slides down the bathroom door, his knees pulled to his chest, the sound of his breathing uneven—ragged. The overhead light flickers slightly, casting soft shadows over the pale tile floor. His phone buzzes once from the hallway, but he doesn’t move.

Tears spill freely now. Not the cinematic kind—the ugly kind. His whole body shakes with the weight of everything unsaid.

He rolls up his sleeve with trembling fingers.

The skin underneath is marred with faded scars—thin and pale now, but unmistakable. Most days, he doesn't let himself look. He just covers them up with concealer, pretends they’re part of a past he buried eight months ago.

But tonight… the weight of Vinnie’s voice in his head is too much.

"You look tired."

"You feel thinner."

"You don’t have to lie to me."

His hands shake as he reaches under the sink, pushing aside extra toilet paper rolls and half-used face masks until he finds what he knows he shouldn’t still have.

A blue switchblade. The one he swore he’d thrown out last year. The one he couldn’t quite let go of.

He sits beside the bathtub, his reflection fractured in the faucet’s chrome. His voice catches in his throat, just a small, broken noise. He sobs quietly, dragging the blade across his skin.

The bathroom door creaks open.

“River?”

River jolts, the blade slipping from his hand onto the floor with a metallic clatter.

Vinnie’s standing in the doorway, frozen. His eyes drop immediately—first to the glinting blade on the tile, then to River’s arm, smeared with blood. His face pales, breath caught somewhere between panic and heartbreak.

River scrambles, pulling his sleeve down, turning away, but it’s too late.

Vinnie’s already seen.

“…River,” Vinnie breathes, voice cracking.

Silence.

Tears fill River’s eyes again, thick and hot, but this time he doesn’t look away. His mouth opens—maybe to lie, maybe to apologize—but nothing comes out.

The only sound is the soft drip of the faucet and the echo of something breaking between them.

(so I forgot I was logged into my VOLLEYGEISTS account so I'm gonna post it on this account and reblog it on the River x Vinnie account)

[gaysonthotdaughterr]

HI! I made a backup account, for a different series I made earlier, so this account is for River x Vinnie, and the other account is for my other series!!!

@tripletsontherun

Yippee!

[gaysonthotdaughterr]

"The Thirst Trap Kings Play Minecraft (ft. Vinnie Hacker)”

Date: Saturday Night, 8:02 PM EST

Platform: Twitch (River’s channel: @DeNileFlooded)

The stream opens with River already in front of the camera, wearing a hoodie with the sleeves rolled past his elbows and a glossed smirk. His hair is perfectly styled, the LED lights behind him flickering pink and blue.

“Heyyy chat,” he says, dragging out the 'y'. “Guess who I finally dragged into a stream?”

The screen splits in half—Vinnie joins in, sitting in his gaming chair, hair a mess, oversized tee slipping off his shoulder.

“Yo,” Vinnie says with a lazy grin. “I was promised snacks and Minecraft. I have yet to see either.”

River rolls his eyes. “You are the snack, dumbass. Now shut up and help me build a giant statue of me.”

Chat explodes:

NOT THE STATUE OF RIVER-TY

“You are the snack” PLEASE THEY’RE IN LOVE

VINNIE WEARING RIVER’S MERCH AGAIN I SEE

someone’s gonna clip this for the wedding slideshow

They load into a chaotic Minecraft world River prepped earlier—somehow already featuring a pastel palace, a stable full of dyed sheep, and a very suspicious room labeled “Do Not Enter Vinnie.”

“I’m going in,” Vinnie says immediately.

River shrieks, “NO! That’s my sad poetry dungeon!”

Chat explodes again.

After a while, they settle into a rhythm—River gathering materials and building aesthetic nonsense while Vinnie fumbles through redstone mechanics.

“You haven’t eaten today, have you?” Vinnie mutters off-handedly when River yawns and sips his third sparkling water.

River scoffs. “Are you tracking my diet live in front of an audience of feral gremlins?”

Chat spams:

NOT HIM CLOCKING YOU ON STREAM

vin’s soft voice I CANNOT

does de nile still work if we’re all in it too??

River laughs it off with, “My man’s out here doing Twitch and surveillance. Multitasking king.”

They end the stream after an hour and some change of chaos, flirting, and Vinnie accidentally blowing up part of River’s base.

“You’re banned from TNT,” River says, mock-scowling.

“You love me,” Vinnie retorts with a grin.

River doesn’t respond. Just stares at him, eyes fond.

And then says, “Thanks for watching, chaos babies. Say goodnight, Hacker.”

“Night, losers.”

The stream ends, but the internet doesn’t. Tumblr, TikTok, and Twitter immediately lose their minds.

Top clip: River says “You are the snack” and Vinnie actually blushes.

[gaysonthotdaughterr]

“TEACHING VINNIE HACKER HOW TO BE A FASHIONISTA [DATE #2]”

River’s apartment smelled like citrus cleaner and cologne—a blend of “I feel better” and “I don’t want you to see that I wasn’t.”

He’d texted Vinnie that morning:

RIVER: bug’s gone. my stomach is 98% trustworthy again. come over.

VINNIE: on my way. wear something tragic. i’m judging.

RIVER: as if you’re not gonna end up shirtless in 5 min anyway

When Vinnie showed up, River was already setting up his camera, bouncing on his heels in an oversized gray cardigan, a loose tank top underneath, and ripped jeans that hung low on his hips.

"You sure you're okay?" Vinnie asked, hugging him loosely.

"Yessss, mom," River groaned. "I’m alive. Now shut up and get ugly for the camera."

~~~

[VLOG BEGIN: STATIC — CUE BOUNCY MUSIC]

Camera focuses on River in front of his closet, dramatically posing like a game show host.

"Welcome back to chaos, babies. Today, I’m doing something that should’ve happened years ago—fixing Vinnie Hacker’s style crimes. And yes, he agreed to this. Willingly."

Cut to Vinnie behind him.

“I’m being held hostage.”

“He blinked twice, that means "I'm safe" hot boy.”

~~~

Off-camera, in between takes, River sat cross-legged on the floor, pulling clothes out from under his bed and tossing them into messy piles.

Vinnie flopped beside him. "You eaten today?"

River didn’t look up. "That protein smoothie thing."

“Smoothie thing” usually meant black coffee and almond butter blended into something sad. But Vinnie didn’t push.

He watched River pull out a fire-engine-red fishnet top and throw it at him. “Put this on and nothing else.”

“Nothing?” Vinnie raised an eyebrow.

“Well, socks,” River said, waving his hand. “You still have some dignity left.”

~~~

[VLOG CLIP]

Camera cuts to Vinnie spinning in front of a mirror, wearing the fishnet with cargo pants. River is lying on the bed in sunglasses, judging like it’s Project Runway.

“I feel like I just discovered a new species of sexuality.”

“You love it.”

“I tolerate it. Like gluten.”

~~~

Later, River called a break, claiming his “creative energy needed to recharge.” Vinnie took the cue to scroll on his phone while River went to the kitchen.

Vinnie followed a moment later, just to ask if he wanted anything from Postmates.

River was leaning against the counter, staring at a bag of chips with the same intensity he reserved for editing thumbnails. When Vinnie asked if he wanted to order food, River’s face pinched—subtle, but visible.

“Mm… I’m still kinda iffy on solid food,” he said, voice light. “Maybe later. You get something though.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah.” River turned to grab a sparkling water. “I’ll steal your fries anyway. As the universe intended.”

Vinnie nodded, but something in the back of his mind itched.

~~~

[FINAL VLOG CLIP]

Camera shakes as River holds it selfie-style, half in Vinnie’s lap.

"Okay, rate the fits. One to ten."

"You or me?"

“Me. Always me.”

"Ten. Obviously."

“Liar. But flattery gets you a third date, sooo…”

Camera cuts just as Vinnie smirks and says, “Deal.”

~~~

That night, as Vinnie was heading out, River leaned against the doorframe, hoodie now swallowing his frame.

“I really am feeling better,” River said, softer this time.

Vinnie offered a small smile. “Good. Just... don’t forget to eat, alright?”

River laughed. “Honey, I’m the one who feeds you.”

But when Vinnie walked away, he could hear a soft, relieved sigh against the door from the inside.

[gaysonthotdaughterr]

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•all we need we want eat

•We want eat we are hungry

•We in northern Gaza are not receiving any aid.

🔴There’s nothing more to say except that we just want to eat.

🔴Any donation from you would help us buy something—markets are extremely expensive.

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Please take a moment to read this. I can’t donate right now, but I was messaged about the crisis in Gaza and want to help amplify their voices.

This is a plea from someone affected. If you can help, please share or donate.

[gaysonthotdaughterr]

A FEW WEEKS LATER

(bit of info, they had a sleepover the night before)

The morning light slipped through the blinds in long, pale streaks that danced across the hardwood floor of River’s apartment. It was quiet, save for the distant sound of a car passing and the gentle hum of the heater kicking in.

Vinnie stirred on the couch, stretching one arm over his head and blinking against the sunlight. He was wrapped in a soft gray throw blanket River had tossed at him the night before. His neck ached slightly from the angle he’d fallen asleep in, but the smell of familiar candles and old popcorn gave the place a weird sort of comfort.

Then he heard it.

At first, it was faint—like the rustling of something in the bathroom. But then came the unmistakable sound: retching.

His body tensed.

Vinnie sat up immediately, blinking fully awake, heart thudding a little too fast in his chest. He glanced toward the hallway that led to the bathroom. The door was cracked just an inch, but it was enough to let the harsh echo of River vomiting carry through.

Vinnie didn’t hesitate. He swung his legs over the couch and padded down the hallway, quietly but quickly.

He stood outside the bathroom door. “River?” he called gently, voice still rough with sleep.

There was a beat of silence, like River was deciding whether to respond. Then, a weak but steady voice replied, “I’m okay.”

“You sure?” Vinnie asked. “You don’t sound okay.”

More silence. Then the faucet turned on. A few moments passed before the door opened just slightly and River poked his head out, his face pale and damp with sweat. He looked tired, his hair sticking out in a million directions.

“I think it’s just a bug,” River said softly, managing a tired smile. “I’ve felt off since yesterday. Don’t freak.”

Vinnie frowned. “You should’ve told me last night.”

River waved a hand. “I didn’t feel sick then. Just this morning. You don’t have to stay if you don’t want to—I seriously don’t want you getting whatever this is.”

Vinnie didn’t move. “You want me to leave?”

River hesitated. “No,” he admitted. “But we should keep some distance today. You can stay on the couch, and I’ll keep my germs to the bedroom.”

Vinnie gave a quiet laugh. “You sound like a kid being quarantined.”

River shrugged. “I mean, I kinda am.”

Vinnie reached out, but River stepped back, laughing weakly. “Uh-uh, Hacker. No hugs today. I’m patient zero.”

Vinnie held up his hands in surrender. “Alright, alright. I’ll behave.”

River turned back toward the bathroom, rinsing his mouth again before trudging back to his room. He left the door open just enough to talk, and Vinnie returned to the couch, pulling the blanket over his lap.

The day passed slowly.

They didn’t do much—River stayed in bed with a heating pad and water, and Vinnie played Switch games from the living room, calling out dumb commentary every few minutes to make River laugh. He did laugh, sometimes weakly, sometimes fully, depending on how nauseous he felt.

At one point, Vinnie texted him from the couch.

[Vinnie]: still alive?

[River]: barely. tell my future fans i died dramatically and beautifully. maybe make a video montage of our best moments

[Vinnie]: you’re not dying, you drama queen

[River]: ok but like if i do, make sure they play “teen idle” at my funeral

Vinnie smiled at the screen, even though worry still sat low in his stomach.

He didn’t know why, but something about the whole thing felt… off. He’d been around sick people before. Hell, he’d been sick before. This felt different. River wasn’t acting scared or super sick—more like practiced. Like he’d done this before. Like hiding it was second nature.

He didn’t say anything though. Not yet.

When River came out around sunset wrapped in a hoodie two sizes too big, dark circles under his eyes, Vinnie sat up immediately. “Want me to heat up some soup?”

River shook his head. “Sticking to tea. I’m fine, really.”

Vinnie watched him shuffle to the kitchen, then quietly started cleaning up the living room, folding blankets and stacking their mugs in the sink.

He didn’t push. Not today. River was clearly tired, and whether it was the flu or something else entirely… Vinnie decided to wait.

But he was watching now.

Really watching.

And he wasn’t going to stop.

[gaysonthotdaughterr]

The soft hum of the city drifted through the cracked window, mixing with the faint scent of popcorn that still lingered in the air. River’s apartment was modest but felt like home—the kind of place that held traces of its owner in every corner. A worn-out skateboard leaned against the wall, shelves lined with half-finished DIY clothing projects, and string lights zigzagged above the couch, casting a warm amber glow.

River sat curled up on the couch, one knee pulled close to his chest. His oversized maroon hoodie swallowed him whole, the sleeves rolled up just enough to show the spade tattoo on his middle finger and the Ace of Spades ring on his thumb. His nails were freshly painted—one hand maroon, the other gray, his favorite colors—still a little chipped from the day’s work.

Vinnie was sprawled out beside him, his feet propped up on the low coffee table cluttered with empty coffee mugs and a scattered deck of cards. He flipped through a sketchbook, the pages filled with designs for clothes and logos, occasionally pausing to point out something to River.

“Check this out,” Vinnie said, tracing a sharp line on the page. “I think if I tweak the collar here, it’ll sit better. Feels too boxy.”

River glanced over, nodding thoughtfully. “Yeah, I can see that. Less stiff, more flow. Like your style, always a little rebellious but chill.”

Vinnie smiled, setting the sketchbook aside. “You’d know all about rebellious.”

River laughed, a low, easy sound. “That’s me. Officially the king of chaotic DIY projects.”

They both grinned at the title like it was a shared joke only they understood.

The music from River’s Bluetooth speaker shifted to a mellow lo-fi track. It was the perfect background—the kind that filled the silence without demanding attention.

River reached for the tub of cookie dough ice cream sitting on the table, scooping a hefty bite and savoring it. Vinnie watched him, amused.

“Man, you really don’t hold back with the ice cream, huh?” Vinnie teased.

River shrugged, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Life’s short. Eat the damn cookie dough.”

Vinnie chuckled, his gaze lingering on River’s expressive features—the way his lips curved when he smiled, the way his eyes crinkled with genuine amusement. It was these quiet moments that felt like the realest, where the cameras and vlogs didn’t exist.

After a beat, River glanced up. “You hungry? I could order some pizza if you want.”

Vinnie stretched and grinned. “Don’t tempt me.”

River pulled out his phone and tapped the app. “What do you want? I’m thinking extra cheese, maybe some spicy wings.”

Vinnie raised an eyebrow. “You know I’m always down for wings. Hot ones.”

They placed the order, then sank back into the couch cushions, letting the comfortable silence settle between them.

River fiddled with the Ace of Spades ring on his thumb, a nervous habit that Vinnie had noticed but never commented on. It was part of the charm—how River’s tough exterior sometimes showed cracks in the smallest ways.

Vinnie reached over, brushing his fingers lightly over River’s knuckles, making him look up.

“You okay?” Vinnie asked softly.

River’s smile faltered for a moment, eyes flickering with something unspoken. “Yeah. Just tired, I guess.”

Vinnie nodded, understanding. “You don’t have to say it if you don’t want to. But I’m here.”

River swallowed, his lips twitching into a small, grateful smile. “Thanks, Vin.”

The pizza arrived just as River set the tub of ice cream aside. They dug in, laughing over how many slices they managed to eat, teasing each other about who was the messier eater. Vinnie accidentally dropped a slice crust-first onto River’s sweatshirt, prompting a playful groan.

“Bro, that’s a new low,” River said, pointing at the sauce stain.

“Hey, battle scars,” Vinnie shot back with a smirk.

After the pizza, Vinnie pulled out his phone, showing River a TikTok he’d just made—a silly dance with a ridiculous filter that made his face look like a cartoon. River laughed so hard he nearly choked on his drink.

“God, you’re ridiculous,” River said, wiping tears from his eyes.

“Hey, you love me for it,” Vinnie grinned.

The night wore on with that easy back-and-forth—no pressure, no agenda—just two guys enjoying each other’s company. At one point, Vinnie leaned his head against River’s shoulder, and River didn’t pull away. Instead, he shifted slightly, resting his cheek against Vinnie’s hair.

“Feesl weird, you know,” River murmured, “being able to just be this… no cameras, no editing, no pretending.”

Vinnie nodded. “Yeah. It’s real.”

River sighed, eyes closed for a moment. “Thanks for that. For seeing me, not the character or the content.”

Vinnie patted the top of River’s head gently. “Always.”

Eventually, the lo-fi music faded into soft silence. The room grew quieter except for their steady breathing and the distant city sounds outside.

River yawned, stretching his arms above his head. “I think I’m gonna crash soon.”

Vinnie smiled, his hand finding River’s and squeezing it. “Sleep well. I’ll be right here.”

River’s eyes fluttered closed, a peaceful smile tugging at his lips. For the first time in a long time, he felt safe—really safe.

[gaysonthotdaughterr]

Me as a lil dude thing

[gaysonthotdaughterr]

["first date vlog… with vinnie hacker?! (picnic + chaos + too much KFC)"]

Posted by: @DeNile

Runtime: 14:57

[INTRO - 0:00]

River sets up the camera on a tripod in a sunny park. He’s in a maroon beanie, gray sunglasses, and a shirt that suspiciously looks like he sewed it himself (because he did). A massive KFC spread is behind him.

River (grinning into the camera):

“What’s up, disasters. It’s ya boy, DeNile—back with the dumbest vlog idea I’ve ever had. Which says a lot.

So… internet said I should go on a date with Vinnie Hacker.

And like.

Twist my arm.”

[CUT TO: River pacing in place, visibly buzzing with energy]

River:

“He’s like—five minutes away. I haven’t even met him IRL yet. What if he sees me and runs? What if he sees all this chicken and runs??”

[MONTAGE: blurry zooms of the picnic blanket, KFC bags, and a rogue squirrel]

River (voiceover):

“I bought enough fried chicken to feed a football team. Or two chaotic skinny boys with no self-control.”

[MEETING - 3:42]

Camera still rolling. Vinnie walks into frame from the right, wearing sunglasses and a backwards hat. He spots River and immediately grins.

River (half-screaming):

“HE’S REAL! HE’S REAL!”

They laugh and hug, full-on squeezing each other like it’s not their literal first time meeting.

Vinnie:

“Dude, you’re taller than I thought.”

River:

“You smell better than I thought.”

Vinnie:

“That’s so backhanded, I’m keeping the chicken.”

[THE DATE - 5:30]

The camera is set up between them on the picnic blanket. They’re both surrounded by buckets of KFC, sunglasses off now, just chilling.

River:

“So… did we just let the internet ship us into a relationship?”

Vinnie:

“Honestly? I’m fine with it. They have taste.”

River:

“Bold of you to assume I’m not the problematic one.”

Vinnie:

“You literally named yourself ‘DeNile.’”

River:

“…touché.”

[MID-VLOG MOMENTS - 8:45]

Vinnie tries to balance a biscuit on River’s head.

River dares Vinnie to drink hot sauce from a dipping cup. He does it. Immediately regrets it.

They rate each other’s thirst traps on a scale of “serve” to “sin.”

River shows Vinnie the spade tattoo on his finger. Vinnie holds up their matching Ace of Spades rings.

River:

“Look at that. We’re already matching. It’s disgusting.”

Vinnie:

“This is our villain origin story.”

[ENDING - 13:10]

They’re lying side by side on the grass, stomachs full, sunglasses back on, sun slowly setting.

River (quietly):

“I had fun. You’re like… less intimidating in person.”

Vinnie (smirking):

“You’re worse in person. In a good way.”

River:

“Thanks. I think.”

[OUTRO - 14:30]

Camera pans up to the sky. River’s voice over the end screen:

“So yeah. Internet said go on a date with Vinnie Hacker. We said bet.

We ate twelve buckets of chicken, rated each other’s thirst traps, and maybe fell in like.

Subscribe for chaos.

Or don’t. But you’ll miss the second date.”

[gaysonthotdaughterr]

@denile

Ace of spades, jack of chaos.

Made a DIY shirt. Blew up a microwave. Happy Friday.

user1: okay but WHY is he fine and adorable at the same time

user2: omfg he's so cute his FACE. i’m calling the cops

user3: river maddox i am free on thursdays, please respond

user4: wait… this man and vinnie hacker would low-key eat as a couple

user5: omg STOP that would be the hottest chaos duo

user6: @vinniehacker @denile give the people what they want

user7: manifesting chaotic thirst trap boyfriends with matching rings

user8: the thirst trap kings need to unite

user9: river, bby, say something. blink twice if you’re in his dms

user10: i know a soft picnic date is coming i just KNOW it

[@denile]

“not y’all manifesting shit. stay tuned lol.”

[gaysonthotdaughterr]

INTRODUCING MY OC!

•22

•Gay

•Skater

•Chaotic Creator

•Makes real life Minecraft mobs you can actually ride

•Makes DIY clothes, mostly sweaters

•Goes by DeNile online (hehehe, get it? Bc the Nile is a River? I'll shut up now😔)

•In love with Vinnie Hacker

•Has a cat named Armadillo

•His favorite colors are maroon, pink, and gray

•His favorite song is Hands Up! By 6arely (did I spell that right?)

•Has a Spade tattoo on his middle finger and an Ace of Spades thumb ring

•Lowkey very photogenic

•Played volleyball all throughout high school

AND INTRODUCING VINNIE HACKER!

I'm really tired y'all I just woke up 😭