#anyway maybe I might be back on my bullshit

[dadvans]

tease tidbit tuesday

tagged by @tiltingheartand, thank you! from an almost finished Tommy POV

They go surfing. Well, Evan surfs, and Tommy just kind of chills from the beach and gets a nice tan. It’s fun to watch Evan show off. He’s still baby deer nervous sometimes with Tommy, like he’s relearning how to walk, or like Tommy is the proctor of a Good Bisexual test, and Evan’s trying a little too hard to pass. But on the water it all fades away as all the overthinking he does melts off him, riding down the line.

He comes out of the water goofy on endorphins after a few waves and collapses cold and wet from the ocean on Tommy, who is warm and dry on his towel, smothering him with a kiss.

“You sure you don’t want a lesson? I’ve been told I’m a very capable teacher,” Evan says, voice dripping suggestively. “Worked my way up and down a few coastlines, you know.”

Tommy likes this side of Evan when Evan lets it out. Maybe they need to go to the beach more, even if he doesn’t really care about getting in the water. “Nah, I’d be shark bait out there.”

Evan rolls his eyes and zips open his wetsuit, peeling it off so the arms hang loose at his hips. “Chances of a shark attack are less than one in three million. You have a higher chance of getting struck by lightning.”

“Should I be worried about you then?” One of the first things Tommy learned about Evan before he really knew him was that the kid was kind of a disaster magnet. What’s the probability of being bitten by a shark when you’ve already been struck by lightning?

“You don’t need to worry about me, not out there anyway,” Evan says with a gentle tilt of his head toward the ocean. He’s delusional. Tommy likes him so much. “Kind of feel like you might have jinxed a second ride out today though. Wanna get lunch instead?”

They wind up at the good kind of greasy seaside bar. Tommy gets the fish tacos that came recommended, but Evan is making love to an oyster po’ boy with his mouth.

“You know,” Evan says, licking at the mayo clinging to the corner of his lips, “I totally fell for the idea of being a pick up artist when I heard about it in high school. Always tried finding new ways to get with girls. I read up on aphrodisiacs once.”

“Are you trying to seduce me, Evan Buckley?” Tommy asks wryly, staring at the half-chewed fried oyster hanging out of his sandwich.

“Nah, turns out it’s all bullshit. Found that out after I took my prom date to this seafood place and ordered us a dozen raw in the half shell thinking maybe I’d get lucky. I looked up at her after slurping down three of them, and you should’ve seen the look on her face. I thought she was gonna puke.”

Tommy snorts the sip of water he was taking back out onto the bar.

“The only natural aphrodisiac I can think of that isn’t like”—Evan lifts his own beer—“or a party drug is ambergris, which is kind of like whale shit, but not really. It’s illegal in the states though.”

“Evan, I’m eating,” Tommy says, but he’s laughing.

Evan, oblivious, continues, “They say it smells like shit on its own too, but something about it has them putting it in perfumes. I can’t remember what. Can you imagine if I showed up caked in whale shit for a date though?”

Tommy looks at him and Evan stares back, smile half-knowing and all hopeful, waiting for anything Tommy is willing to give him.

Just for that, Tommy doesn’t call bullshit. He says, “You think you’re hilarious,” and Evan shrugs, happily taking another bite of his po’ boy.

tagging: @thekookster @plethoriall @marmolita @al-the-remix @rcmclachlan

#delaney writes #bucktommy #911 abc #wip

[mappingthesky]

prompt! ✈️🍌 have their first argument and ✈️ makes a joke to lighten things up but 🍌 takes it seriously and gets too emotional

“I’m just saying,” Nymphia pushes. She has to, because Jane is stupid and stubborn and doesn't know how to pick her battles. "A little restraint might do you good.”

“Right,” Jane scoffs. She knows Nymphia is trying to be helpful. She should know better, but she says it anyway. “You would know. Because you’re so good at shutting up.”

Nymphia doesn’t laugh. Like, at all. The noise is a hot little puff of air in the back of her throat, and it makes Jane feel bad instantly. Nymphia spins, hair whipping like a blade through the air.

“Really?”

Jane clicks her tongue, immediately regretful. “Nymphia.”

There's a moment where Nymphia's mouth opens and Jane thinks maybe things are going to be fine, but then Nymphia rolls her eyes. She doesn't think it's worth it, whatever she was about to say, because her mouth closes and it makes Jane's heart absolutely shudder.

“Whatever.”

“Hey,” Jane tries as Nymphia pushes past her. It's a lost cause.

“Hey!” Jane repeats, more shrill this time, following Nymphia down the hall. She’s already in front of the mirror and digging through her makeup bag, not acknowledging that Jane has trailed her to the bathroom.

“Nymph,” Jane leans against the doorframe. “You know I didn’t mean that.”

Nymphia's hum is flat, unconvinced. It makes something in Jane shift, warp out of place with a hideous grind. Nymphia rakes her hands through her hair, whips out a compact and a brush, starts touching up some none-existent flaw in her complexion. She doesn’t once glance at Jane, like she stopped seeing her the moment she stepped out of line. If the sun were to freeze over, Jane thinks it would look a bit like this.

“Baby,” Jane tries to slip past Nymphia's self-preservation mode, her voice now light and playful. “C’mon. Aside from that one time in bed, which I liked, by the way, you know I'd never tell you to shut-"

“Fuck off,” Nymphia bites. Her voice is a deliberate sort of steady, like she’s fighting to keep it that way.

Jane jolts just a little. It’s the first time Nymphia’s said something like that to her and sounded remotely like she meant it, and it makes her feel sick to her stomach. Jane is no stranger to rubbing people the wrong way; she feels bad about it more often than you’d think, but this is something else entierely. This is Nymphia. Nymphia, who puts up with Jane’s endless bullshit. Nymphia, who is soft-spoken and light-hearted and forgiving. Nymphia, who Jane knows is all too good for her.

Jane stands wordlessly, not sure whether she should get on her knees and start groveling or search for the nearest balcony to jump from. She's frozen, shell-shocked in the face of having a serious conversation, until Nymphia makes this gut-wrenching attempt to stifle a sob. Her face contorts as she tries to hold back tears and she twists away from her reflection, eyes screwed shut. She breaks, and the compact falls listlessly to the countertop.

“Oh, Nymphia.” Jane murmurs. It’s involuntary - the way she moves to protect Nymphia, even if it’s from herself. She's at Nymphia's side in an instant, hands firm on either shoulder like she’s trying to hold the pieces together. Nymphia shakes slightly, and the coo that escapes Jane's lips is the sound of her heart fucking breaking.

“Hey,” she pleads, smoothing Nymphia's hair behind her shoulder. Her face is still turned away, Jane still not entirely deserving to look at it. "I'm so sorry, my love. I never should've-"

Nymphia turns sharply, and Jane braces herself for Nymphia’s fury, but she looks much more sad than angry: her eyes are downturned and spilling over and her bottom lip is pouted, trembling.

“So why would you say that!" she whines, tears bubbling through her words. "You know how anxious I get about coming off-“

"I know, baby," Jane interrupts, desperate to soothe Nymphi, desperate to preserve whatever . “I would never-“

“Can I speak?” Nymphia’s voice strains, frustrated, like it’s physically exhausting for her to be louder than Jane. Jane’s mouth, mid-speech, snaps shut.

Nymphia releases the breath she's been holding into the space that Jane's silence allows.

“You know how I anxious I am. You know I worry about that,” Nymphia says, eyes to the ceiling, delicate fingers dabbing underneath her diamond-wet lashes. Her tone is soft again, almost normal if it weren’t thick with tears. “I trust you with that stuff. You know I talk more when I'm with you. You can’t use that against me, Jane. It’s not fair.”

Jane just nods, but doesn't say anything. She's not sure that she ever should. Not sure she still deserves a tongue, or a beating heart for that matter.

Nymphia sniffles, waits, finally looks at Jane again. “You can go now,” she nudges her to speak.

She has so many things to say she almost doesn't know where to start. She thinks hard on every word before it leaves her mouth. “I'm so fucking sorry, Nymph," Jane mutters, "I didn't mean it. I love the way that you are. I love to listen to you. You know that, don't you?"

Nymphia chews at the inside of her cheek, chin quivering a bit. She nods, a quiet "I know" crossing her lips.

"It was a stupid joke," Jane smooths her hair, "I'm sorry."

"It wasn't funny," Nymphia mumbles, pouty.

"I know," Jane reaches out, tentative, pressing her thumb to a stray tear on Nymphia's cheek. "I know. I'm a fucking asshole."

"I'm on your side, too," Nymphia whines, tilts her head back, a tiny temper tantrum. "Like, why are you so defensive?"

"I know you are," Jane's voice is heavily lilted, apologetic. "I know, baby, I'm sorry. You were right about everything. I need to shut up. Clearly."

Nymphia almost giggles, and Jane, who has been tense for all of the last ten minutes, starts to loosen.

"Just. Don't say that again. Please." Nymphia says and Jane nods, an overwhelming surge of relief washing over her when Nymphia sniffles and tucks her face into Jane's neck. "And don't ever tell me to shut up."

"Never," Jane kisses her hair, "never, I promise."

They're quiet for a moment. "Unless I say it's okay," Nymphia adds. "You know. In bed. I liked it too."

"I know," Jane says, because she does. She was already thinking about it. "I'll ask first. Okay?"

She feels Nymphia's lips moving into a smile against her collarbone. "Okay."

#jane you bitch i hated making you be mean to nymphia #don't ever pull that shit again #im so serious ENOUGH #nymphia honey you can do no wrong #pls keep blabbing #THANK YOU ANON #LOVE PROMPTS MORE PLS #she writes #planymphia

[okaybutlikeimagine]

anyway I finished Stranger Things 4 and all I’m saying is Billy taking one of those oars and smacking the shit out of those demobats with his (albeit very old) baseball skills and being pissed that they came in handy would have been.... very good.

#i miSS HIM I MISS HIM #come back to me 😞💔 #anyway maybe I might be back on my bullshit #also btw Eddie is very cute and sweet #and if they're trying to make stancy happen again i FUCKING swear................ #i mean they clearly are trying to make stancy happen again #but like........... #idk she's still dating Jonathan at this point isn't she??? #and everyone completely vilified Nancy for cheating on Steve with Jonathan #so if they have Nancy cheat on Jonathan with Steve #actually i don't think Steve would let her I think he'd think about how he felt when she cheated #but that's even worse????? like I don't like what that would do to the opinion of Nancy in general #idk 'girl who can't make up her mind/keep her hands to herself' is like.... shitty #ANYWAY #this was about Billy and his baseball swinging skills #i love baseball and i hate that Neil made Billy hate baseball bc i love baseball

[sapphorror]

Zim, Dib, Gaz, and Tak are actually all horribly vindictive spiteful people to more or less equal degrees, but the interesting thing is that Zim and Gaz both exact vengeance in very specific, premeditated ways, which are often wildly out of proportion but once they feel like they've evened the score they will pretty much immediately forget about whatever pissed them off in the first place—whereas Dib and Tak are both ostensibly above being ruled by petty grudges, but very obviously boiling over with a constant resentment that sends them pouncing like rabid dogs at even the slightest opportunity or excuse to make the object of their ire suffer (and if they're both working towards their own self-serving end game that just HAPPENS to involve every terrible thing imaginable befalling their enemies, well... that'll just be a happy by-product of their personal success).

I don't I have any point to make here, I just like it when these freaks are all an overwhelming danger to society (and each other)

#invader zim #zim #dib #gaz #tak #meta #my meta #natterings #iz posting #the universe was never supposed to accommodate this many lunatics gathering in one place #let alone coming into direct conflict with each other #anyway i think tak is probably the scariest of the four not just due to her competence #but because she shares dibs deeply insidious insatiable anger AND whatever irken brainworm it is that makes zim so creatively awful #also i made this joke on twitter once already but dib must be so desensitized to the OTT retribution at this point #got it from gaz his whole life and then when zim showed up it NEVER occurs to him #that if he maybe stopped throwing things at zim for no reason then zim might stop wildly overreacting #its just a given to him that sometimes your life gets ruined over stupid bullshit #you cant let that hold you back

[resident-rats]

Very back and forth on if it’s even worth making a post about lol. But basically long story short, I’m unsure when I’ll next post a fic. I’ve started one and I’m a good bit into it, just very uncertain as to when I’ll have it finished at the moment

#without getting too personal on main #basically a few weeks ago someone who I was very close with in my childhood died suddenly #and his funeral was a few days ago #and idk rn im not doing so good #so not feeling very creative™️ at the moment #but who knows maybe I’ll be back on my bullshit and post a fic in a few weeks #or it might be longer than that idk #can’t really put a time scale on these things I guess #but I tried writing yesterday and it was like pulling teeth rip #anyway not that I feel like I owe anyone an explanation but if I don’t post any fics for a while that’s why #grief speedrun strategies Google search #personal

[jacobglaser]

Oh man, I know I lost all interest in ofmd (for reasons I'm still not sure of myself), but this sucks ass for everyone involved.

#i had a feeling this might happen tbh. i read something ages ago about how streamers usually cancel shows after 2 seasons cos of #contract bullshit so thats always in the back of my mind when shows reach that point #i feel bad for the cast and crew. i hope another service maybe picks it up for the last season but i doubt it #i cant remember the last time that happened? maybe lucifer? and that felt like a once in a lifetime win in a completely different tv climate #anyway im sure the discourse on here is going to be super fun for the next few days so im off ✌️ #ofmd

[falderaletcetera]

did I really just pause an episode of doctor who to write ten-and-rose fic. no, more importantly, WHY did I just pause an episode to write ten-and-rose fic

(because I've cancelled my netflix and bbc iplayer is free and I paused it to tell a friend about the poor schmuck in this ep who's played by borch three jackdaws from the witcher (a fun realisation), who plays the resigned desperation very well here and gets a very unhappy story, then paused again to wonder if I might be able to imagine him a better one)

(the doctor needs a halfway house for traumatised strays who can be safely extracted from their time period of origin, alright. no clue yet what it'd look like though.)

#doctor who #2.7 the idiot's lantern #I'm saying that magpie deserves better? apparently?? #I'm also saying that if his body were disintegrated at the end instead of just electrocuted(?) #(edit: oh good he was actually disintegrated!!) #the doctor could maybe go back and quietly extract him and fake it instead #IF the timeline were stable and it were safe to do and he didn't think it unwise to show rose that he can sometimes bend the rules that way #I haven't actually finished the ep and really ought to do that before writing the extraction though #and it's gonna take some bullshitting and/or worldbuilding to figure out where he can safely leave strays anyway #maybe someone lower down in the shadow proclamation owes him a massive favour. I'm just saying. #this... will require massive work to finish so in all likelihood I will not in fact finish it but I will have fun in the meantime. #falderal speaks #might tidy up the notes on this just to share because it's funny to me what my brain does with random idea bunnies

[novelconcepts]

What if I just. Stopped caring about anything for a while.

#personal #the idea of watching the new CR is a misery #the idea of never getting PG back is a misery #the depression pit is so deep and all my comfort media is suddenly the opposite of comforting #cr spoilers #kinda. I guess. if you extrapolate #anyway September has sucked so much ass right down to me thinking my fucking Thai place had permanently closed #(in theory it’s just closed for a family emergency but woof.) #the sheer number of ‘intellectually I know this is inconsequential in a real-world way but also #‘I’m so broken it’s taken what little I have left to give’ losses of this month #is. are. is. too many. I am so tired. this is temporary but it’s also bad #also like. everything that is bad is also in limbo? like ‘your show MIGHT get picked up. but who can say. your character MIGHT come back. #‘but maybe not. you MIGHT find a job soon. or you could be unemployed for months more. your wife’s job MIGHT be stable. or.’ #I can’t. I can’t with the limbo bullshit. #I need some of this stuff to start shaking out for the positive because all this waiting game ‘whoooo knoooows’ crap is killing me

[aceedoodles]

"your neck fetish is not attractive"

mmmmm soft moments ;;; this isn't how i meant this drawing to go but here we are

#it was supposed to be neck kisses and maybe a lil sexy >> WE GET SOFT INSTEAD APPARENTLY #i give them endless angst on my main blog and soft moments on my side blog. duality of man. #aftg #all for the game #tfc #the foxhole court #neil josten #andrew minyard #andreil #andrew x neil #i will never draw their hair consistently will i #i mean this MIGHT be kinda consistent. maybe. #also back on my bullshit with the traditional drawing bc my ipad is dead and i didnt feel like plugging it in #i think i like how it turned out better here than i would've if i did it digitally anyway #sketching with an actual pencil just HITS DIFFERENT #i also said fuck all my nice art shit and used a mechanical pencil #ANYWAYS

[woulddieforloki]

i will never get over how good episode eight of wandavision was

#after loki episode one it might be my favorite episode of anything disney plus series tbh #it's just so????????? #seeing all these moments big and small throughout wanda's life and how they've shaped her into who she is now? #her fear about going back to HYDRA's base because contrary to popular belief it was not a joyride being locked up there #that was such a traumatic experience for her and arguably shaped her as a person more than anything else in her life #more than the bomb that blew up her home and more than pietro's sacrifice and more than being forced to kill vision for nothing #god i fucking love it #also not to be a vision hater on main but he shows more personality and likability in that one scene in the compound #than he did in the entire mcu pre-wandavision #and honestly ditto for their chemistry like I never quite got the appear of scarletvision until that scene #anyways i gotta go to bed #i just wanted some Crumbs so i can think about maybe finally starting my lokanda fic tomorrow during class #back on my bullshit

[tamaotamamura]

you know there isn’t rly anything wrong with csm part 2 but i have a hard time feeling as strongly about it as part 1

#maybe it’s because all my blorbos are gone #maybe it’s because i’m switching my new main obsession to one piece #idk i like asa and what she has going for her but seeing dennis constantly suffer is starting to bum me out #but yk my feelings on that might change given what happened last chapter #anyways i will still be reading weekly but i will definitely be back on my bullshit whenever kishibe comes back #.txt

[buckleyseddie]

i hate my coworkers so much lol

#i hate their obsession with other people's lives #i hate how every morning it's the same conversation of “by this age you have to be out of your parent's house” #“you have to be married” “you have to have kids” #or else you're failing at life #and the age is always under MY age so even if they're not saying it to ME it feels like it #and ugh it shouldn't bother me because it's bullshit but i'm sick of it #and that's without taking into account their homophobic comments #you know the kind that's not “i hate gay people” but “she's pretty for a lesbian” or “he's handsome for a gay man” or “what a waste” #or “ew being with a woman (as another woman)” #they're so toxic i wish i had a say in not having my meals with them but we have designated times that depend on our tasks #and I don't tell them anything about me because of that but part of me wishes they knew about me and about my personal life #cause maybe then they would be more careful with what they say #but also it wouldn't change the fact that they would talk about me like that behind my back AND that it won't change at all how they think #cause they're old and religious and close minded people #and yeah I don't want them knowing anything personal about me #i just wish that meant i didn't have to listen to all of that #maybe i will start watching shows on my phone with headphones during meals #they might think it's rude but fuck them #anyway sorry i needed to rant #tw homophobia #just in case

[coldvampire]

i got to enjoy relatively clear skin for just under a year after going on isotretinoin & now fucking. i get the Joy of dealing with some other new skin condition on my face that just doesnt want to fuck off

#makes me wanna kms dfdgfgfgfggxfcv #literally i can deal with a lot of other bullshit physical stuff but my skin is an ongoing uphill battle #i have an unrelated doctors appt on tuesday so like maybe they can renew that prescription #but still. jesus christ. its most likely smth called perioral dermatitis #at least thats what the walk in doctor said? idk ten days of doxycycline didnt make it go away & looking into it most of those treatments #are usually ones that go for like. several months #this is all just so dfhghjjsdjh #anyway if you have good skin i genuinely hope you suffer just a bit <3 #thats a joke kinda but if someone gives me the whole 'just wash your face' spiel i Will be maiming them #i also remember having minocycline a few years back for 30 days for a different reason so im wondering if maybe that might help? #the family dr was fine giving me that i think for iso ill probably need to go back to the derm & the wait times for those visits are usuall #a few months long at minimum. i think the last one was five?? maybe??? but yeah idk if my regular dr would be writing the script for that #i should probably get that bloodwork he ordered tho gfhjhj #ill go tomorrow i dont think the labs are open sundays #also i just really do Not wanna get blood drawn lmfao #anyway if anyone is into skincare and has insight ghgj please help #i do want to go back to iso again tho like aside from the chapped lips i didnt have Any side effects?? iirc it was the lowest dose #and only for 60 days even the purge process wasnt too awful #im wondering if a fucking. face mask i tried maybe a month and a half ago is the culprit for this flare up bc its been a pain in my ass for #just over a month now motherfucker lmfao #it doesnt Look like itll be leaving a lot of damage but ofc that depends on whether or not it heals up in a decent time #and i am of Course someone who gets pit scarring on my face bc why wouldnt i be #fully intend to get that like. lasered off or smth btw im not going into my 30s with that mess. #im just So fucking mad like its not even just an aesthetic thing or a capitalism beauty culture thing or what ever the fuck #my skin causes me actual physical pain like dshgdxgjh atp the 'good' appearance is a byproduct i probably wouldnt be so fussed otherwise

[suguann]

tags. fem!reader, the overused 'i know we're supposed to be fwb but i fell in love with you anyway' trope, confessions, gojo mentally spiraling during sex over how much he's in love with you because that's a very him thing to do [18+ only]

Gojo can’t tear his eyes off you as you move above him—riding his cock like this would be the last time you’d ever feel it inside you. That thought twists his insides, his fingers digging into your hips as if you might float away before he ever really had a chance to voice the words he’s been too scared to say.

But he couldn’t really stop you if you wanted to leave—that’s how the groundwork of uncomplicated arrangements like these work, at least in the beginning. He likes to think that a lot has changed since that night in your living room between two drunk, lonely people with nothing to lose aside from your torn underwear in his haste to get them down your soft legs and an old condom tucked away in his wallet.

The feeling sneaks up on him without his knowing, a throbbing in his chest that festers and grows over time until he can’t ignore it anymore or contain it in the proverbial cup of his hands no matter how hard he tries.

It doesn’t dampen how much he wants to mold the shape of his cock inside your tight little cunt, to ruin you for anyone else who thought they even had a chance, to have his name be the first thing you think of when you cum. He wants to make every part of you his, and he only hopes you want the same thing, too.

He groans at the thought, gripping you tight to slam his hips up into you. “Tell me who’s fucking you so good. Tell me who’s the only one that gets to make you cum.”

“You, Toru!” you sob, holding onto his biceps to keep yourself from falling against his chest. It has his balls drawing up tight, and he sucks in a breath to stop this from being over too soon.

“That’s right, pretty girl,” he grunts. “I’m the only one who gets to see you like this. I’m the only one who gets to feel this sweet princess cunt.” He leans up to suck one of your nipples into his mouth, groaning when he feels you clench down around him.

“I-I’m gonna cum,” you choke out.

“Yeah?” His fingers circle over your clit as he shoves his cock deeper inside of you to take you there faster, nipping at the swell of your breast. “Fuck, give it to me, baby. Lemme feel it.”

His name is soft and sweet on your tongue as you cum, squeezing around him until his eyes roll back from how good it feels. It has him following after you, grinding his cock as far as it can go while he pulses and fills you to the brim. There’s so much that he feels it leak out of your little hole and drip down his balls to pool in an uncomfortable wet puddle forming beneath him.

He rolls away from the mess when you both catch your breath, his softening cock still tucked away between your wet thighs. You stroke his hair, your nails lightly scratching his scalp, and he buries his face into your chest, words weighing heavy in his chest.

Maybe he should cut the bullshit already, say what he wants to say, and get let down easy while he still has a chance to recover from rejection—

“Sleep with me?” he asks, voice muffled and a shade of red high on his cheeks.

You giggle, lightly tugging on his hair. “I probably need at least—”

“No,” he cuts you off nervously, heat rising to his ears. “No sex. Just to sleep…here. With me?”

When you don’t say anything right away, he wonders if there’s any way he can take back his words and whether you’d believe him if he told you it was all a joke. But then you tug the blanket over both of you, tucking the corners in so the air from the ceiling fan doesn’t reach your cooling skin, and continue running your fingers through his hair.

There’s a warmth in his chest, which he thinks might be what love feels like.

After a moment, you say, “If you steal the blankets, I’m kicking you off the bed.”

Gojo snorts, smiling against your breast. “But it’s my bed.”

You hum. “Yes, and I’ll do it anyway.”

“Just so we’re clear, I’m still going to fuck you later.”

“Go to sleep, Satoru.” He can’t see it but knows you’re smiling, too.

Masterlist

#gojo x reader #gojo smut #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x you #gojo satoru x you #gojo satoru smut #gojo imagine #jjk x reader #jjk smut #jjk fic #jjk x you #jjk drabbles #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #.things i write

[wakebymoonsleepbysun]

Dogday!! Trying to figure out a way to send a Y/N in there to help him.

Rambles under the cut.

(I drew my sona in these cuz self-indulgent, but if I ever write anything it'll be a reader insert with little to no canon design.)

Design notes: Took some elements from his game model as well as his cartoon design. I think when we see him, he is emaciated and/or stretched out, the way CatNap is said to be able to stretch. Don't know if that's an ability all Smiling Critters have though. For now I'm saying it is SOMEWHAT but CatNap is the better at it by MILES. In any case, that's why he's not quite as lanky as he is in game, and is also a bit shorter.

I also he can be bipedal or quadrupedal, much like CatNap seems to be able to switch back and forth. A bit more animalistic than his cartoon counterpart, but part of that is just him not wanting to tower over the children and employees all the time, so drops down to all fours quite a bit.

The fur texture on his ears in the game cave him a floofy cocker spaniel look so I went with that instead of the less floofy ears he has in the cartoon and his original plushie.

The white pupils being absent when we see him I believe is a sign of how weak he is. When healthy, all the Bigger Bodies Smiling Critters have them, much like CatNap does.

Trying to actually keep his huge open-mouth smile at all times, unlike with my FNAF stuff where I give them more of an ability to emote. That said trying to get him to look angry or sad was a challenge. Sad I think worked okay but the one where I meant him to look angry he looks more cocky or smirky than mad. Tender moments are a bit harder too, as keeping that huge grin with more tender eyes results in him looking either drunk or horney or just like he's not taking the moment very seriously, haha.

And the story? Not sure yet, bouncing around a few ideas, though I don't think I'll have the reader and the player be the same person. Reader might be someone who came up in PlayCare alongside Dogday. Perhaps they knew each other as kids when Dogday was still human. Haven't decided how much of this Dogday remembers or at what point the reader realizes Dogday is their old friend who got "adopted".

Reader grows up the Playcare and is given a job once they're an adult. (Something something starting the brainwashing and normalization of bullshit early to make employees who are more willing to look the other way?)

Dogday somehow kept them hidden during the Hour of Joy and the reader's been living in the caves ever since. (The caves open up so much possibility for people being hidden in the factory. Much easier to say there's an unknown offshoot of a natural cave system than an unknown part of the factory.)

How are they staying fed? Uhhhh...cave mushrooms? Trips to the surface? Moss? Stale vending machine candy? I don't know yet.

Not sure how to pull a happy ending out of this horror but I'm trying. Maybe the reader convinces Dogday to leave after Ch 3 because he'd be too weak to help anyway or something? And uh...I'm just gonna pretend since he's kinda a plushie he can be sewn back together even though I'm PRETTY SURE canonically the inclusion of blood and guts makes that...not a thing.

Just remember guys...all winds blow away...eventually.

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So back on my durgetash bullshit but. The prayer for forgiveness is on Gortash's workbench in the mindflayer colony. Obviously. Someone else has also written something kinda shitty on it, but it ends up on his workbench. And I really like imagining how it got there.

Orin kills you, takes over, dumps your body in a ditch. You get experimented on for weeks in your half alive state, but Kressa was hiding that (she wasn't allowed to have toys Balthazar didn't approve of) til she got caught. But im imagining Orin coming in and saying that she is the new chosen of Bhaal, she'll be taking over. Her jealous ass probably moved into Durge's quarters and threw all of their stuff out. Someone finds the diary of the overthrown bhaalspawn, not so scary now ripped to shreds, and they're making fun of you in your own diary after you're too far gone to stop them.

Imagining Gortash finding a group of cultists snickering over a book one day and then he recognizes the handwriting. He gets angry, snatches it, says something about "don't you have any respect?" But he's seething because how dare they forget your place so quickly? While he's still reeling to come to terms with it?

Imagining that he doesn't mean to snoop, he can respect your privacy even if others can't, but eventually it gets the better of him. The last part of you he has left, the last new words you might ever speak to him, even if they weren't meant for him. He can't resist, he has to read it. And he does. Maybe he keeps the whole thing elsewhere, maybe he throws it out. But im imagining him tearing this page out, keeping the "Orin was right about her kin" comment. Keeping it on his desk. You did care about him. People knew it, too. It was real. And now you're gone, and he's left clutching onto scraps of you.

Anyways. Just normal thoughts.

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