we're not kids anymore.
Cosmic Funnies
Monterey Bay Aquarium
Kaledo Art
wallacepolsom
blake kathryn
official daine visual archive
cherry valley forever
Mike Driver
⁂
trying on a metaphor
untitled
Janaina Medeiros
RMH
Origami Around
almost home
🪼
oozey mess
Love Begins
JVL
seen from United States
seen from Mexico
seen from Sweden
seen from Netherlands
seen from Bangladesh
seen from United Kingdom
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Vietnam
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
@snitchiing-archive
[ hey idk if ANYONE will run across this but i dont have access to dodger's new blog anymore so:
if you used to RP with me and would like to come chatter with me, pls message @canineconfetti to get my discord! i miss everyone in the bioshock fandom, and i feel bad for not giving a way to contact me when i disappeared. ]
note from dodger-mun;
[[ so i think i am actually back now, but i’m rebooting dodger HERE for my own convenience.
all his old logs will still be here, though. ]]
chosefamily replied to your post: [[ dodger’s icon changed to reflect hi...
((does this mean you’re back? :D ))
[[ i still sorely need to replay bioshock but i’m working on it! problem is my xbox shortcircuited so i need about $150-200 to be able to... ]]
[[ dodger’s icon changed to reflect his new PB, raphael lazzini. which is a long overdue change. ]]
“Not at all. I’m just so… not happy, that all of those lovely people in Night Vale didn’t understand all the sympathy and the empathy we were trying to show. Especially my double and his boyfriend.”
Sharp nails carded into Dodger’s hair. Gripping the locks and holding the man close. His other hand clutching at the back of his shirt. It had been too long. Far too long. How long had it been? He hadn’t thought to count the days. Someone must have been. Who was it? Did they count all the days for everyone?
However long it had been, Kevin would admit he missed Dodger. Very much. What had the man been doing while Kevin was gone?
“Did you remember to feed my StrexPet while I was gone? Oh no… who’s going to feed it now?”
The scratch of nails on his scalp brought back that familiar feeling of apprehension that Kevin had made him appreciate, and however long it had been without him made him appreciate all the more. With their bodies pressed together, claws in his hair and sharp teeth close enough to hear them click, and the strange coldness of Kevin’s skin, it didn’t really matter how long he’d been here or how long he’d have to stay here before Kevin could get them out. He was just glad to have him now.
“I got here before you, asshole.” He mumbled the words affectionately, a smile spreading across his lips as he pressed another small kiss to Kevin’s jaw, “Anyway, our StrexPets are probably fine. They last a pretty long time without food.”
His Pet was probably better off, without getting more of his hair stuck in its mouth circuitry. And Kevin’s was probably better off without mouse guts stuck in its.
THINGS I AM CURRENTLY IN LOVE WITH
I was tagged by: weelittlepatrick
one song: Willow Tree March by The Paper Kites
two movies: Love Actually and Snowpiercer
three shows: Cutthroat Kitchen, Queer as Folk, Arrested Development
four people: KEVIN, Ross from game grumps, me (i’m feeling v proud of my accomplishments lately at least), also actual crush on my unfortunately straight new friend.
five foods: Malt vinegar potato chips, tuna sushi (always), warheads, and if drinks count.. bubble tea and Irish breakfast tea.
six people to tag: WHOEVER HASN’T idk man i haven’t been active lately.
Kevin would be lying if he claimed that the way Dodger tried to force his smile small didn’t irritate him. Made him want to—- not smile. On the other hand, he’d missed the man’s lips against his own. How long had it been since he’d been cast away? Dodger must have been terribly lonely since Kevin was gone.
He pulled away slowly, sliding his face from the other’s grasp. Instantly the inhuman grin back on his lips. An impossible shine in his hollow eyes. Possessive and wanting. The host nipped at Dodger’s fingers. Sharp jagged teeth as gentle as they could be.
“I have a plan to get out of here, silly. Did you think I was going to let Cecil or his ugly scientist or that horrid little unproductive spit of land they have the audacity call a town leave me here forever?”
“Well aren’t you negative.” Honestly, he didn’t give a shit. Cecil could go fuck his ugly scientist if it got them off Kevin’s mind. But instead of trying to tell him to pay attention to the now, he just leaned down to kiss the tattoo scars along Kevin’s neck.
At least Kevin was happy to see him. He could see that in the width of his cheshire grin and the glow in his absent eyes. The possessiveness Kevin showed over him was comforting, and he doubled his affection by slipping his hands into Kevin’s back pockets just to thank him for making Dodger feel... safe.
This whole unpleasant business would be over soon. Cecil must have thought himself very… clever. Or righteous. Him and that Steve Carlsburg, who didn’t even know that corporations were the only ones who could make sandstorms of high enough quality to double the population of an entire town, two entire towns.
He had considered revenge. Bitter and burning revenge. A lot of fire and searing pain. But Kevin had cleared his mind of such unpleasant things. No. This new plan was much better. Much more exciting.
The man turned, catching sight of someone running toward him, stumbling over the sand. His hollow eyes blinked a moment until he was certain he recognized the figure. The suspicion confirmed when Dodger wrapped his arms around him. Kevin automatically caught him in an embrace, far before his mind had caught up to the situation.
“Dodger?” He asked softly, smile growing wider and wider across his face, “What are you doing here? Did you come all the way to a desert wasteland past an improbable wall just to see me? You’re so sweet.”
He’s a bit put-off by the question; he thought maybe Kevin would, he doesn’t know, maybe remember that his double had managed to shove him in here. But he guesses Kevin never pays as much attention to him as he does to Kevin. He decides to just roll with it; he doubts Kevin will actually listen to what he’s been through.
“Sure... I did it for you.” Totally on purpose. Yes. “Listen, we need to get out of here, I don’t know how long it’s gonna take or even if we can get out, but we need to- to-”
Oh fuck it, he’s not ready to be pragmatic yet. He just grabs Kevin’s face, squishes his cheeks to try and get rid of that grin, and kisses him.
starter for voiceofstrex
Dodger didn’t know how long he’d been walking along this damn wall. It took him hours, or days, possibly years, to realize there was no wall anymore and there was only sand, and heat, and anger. Ever since that fucker who looked like him but wasn’t him had shoved him into that oaken door, since he had gotten lost...
His breath caught when he finally looked up. Out in the sand, finishing a call on his phone, black hair and empty eyes glittering in the sun... the only man he had missed since he had gotten shoved into this desert otherworld.
He stumbled through the sand as he rushed toward Kevin, his eyes lighting up when he registered that it wasn’t a mirage. It was really Kevin, in the flesh. And all he wanted was to hug him and kiss him and cry... he managed to hold himself back and keep it to a hug, just for now.
We’ll finish what we started so promise me that they’ll fall…
———— HOME || ABOUT || ASK ————
Calling all OCs
Reblog this if you are a Rper who uses a OC
; send me a six word story describing my muse.
♥ ♕ ✖ ツ
♥:How they show affection.
Dodger's a fan of small, intimate touches with people he cares about. He doesn't show much affection even to close friends, so it's really either a lover or a chosen deity that he gets comfortable enough to be affectionate with. Which means snuggling, nuzzling, touching fingers, playing with their hair, tracing their faces with his hands and pressing his forehead to theirs. At least, that's the goal. He's very weary of physical contact and rejection of it, so if his advances are not enthusiastically reciprocated he usually just keeps his distance unless the other person makes it clear they don't want him to. In some cases, even if they do make it clear they want affection he can't get himself to.
Examples: I headcanon Atlas/Fontaine not being a fan of being touched, so Dodger never comes within a foot of him unless they're fighting. On the other hand, I like to imagine Dodger over in Saints Row verse can snuggle and hug Shaundi, maybe brofist Pierce or hug Johnny but the really intimate touches are weird for him. And over in Desert Bluffs Dodger just goes full out with Kevin because Kevin is the bae and Dodger is moonstruck about him.
♕:Their most prized possessions.
Dodger doesn't get very attached to material objects, usually, but each iteration of him has an object or two that's important to him. Bioshock!Dodger has a Saturnine mask, from before Atlas picked him up, that he keeps around to honor the past but also remind him that he can't turn back from his choices. SR!Dodger has knockout bandages that he wears on his wrists to hide self-harm scars from before he joined the Saints, and they're sort of a shield against people pitying him for his past. WTNV!Dodger has a Stexpet, which he mistreats rather regularly but is also pretty attached to and generally has a good relationship with. Sometimes it chews on his hair and that gets stuck in its circuitry. Columbia!Dodger has a Vox sash, mostly just to show allegiance to the Vox even though he doesn't consider himself to be one of them. Comstock!Dodger has a ring given to him by the Luteces with a cage on it, which he isn't so much attached to as unwilling to part with in case it turns out to be important because he gets the sense that the Luteces only do things if they are important.
All iterations except WTNV!Dodger and Comstock!Dodger also rely heavily on drugs and/or alcohol to get by, so there's that.
✖:A trait they despise in people.
He hates lies and deception. It's part of why he loves being an information broker; he gets to expose the secrets of others for money. The only way to avoid him is to be honest. He's constantly been scarred by deceit, so it's sort of left him with this unrealistic expectation for everyone to be upfront and honest with him about everything or else they deserve less and less respect the more things they don't tell him. Unrealistic, because he feels no one deserves to receive that honesty from him. He hates revealing anything about himself
Also ironic, seeing as this attitude did not in any way prevent him from falling for Fontaine's lies and in fact he actively hides from the truth about Atlas.
ツ:A guilty desire of theirs.
Above all else, to be able to open up to someone else and share everything he's been through and everything he's scared of becoming and all of his thoughts and feelings and wants and be accepted and loved and comforted. But, being the raging pessimist that he is, he knows for a fact that no one will ever listen to what he has to say without making fun of him, and even if he does find someone he's perfectly comfortable with they will betray him or leave him. He doesn't help this situation with his habit of shoving others away specifically because he likes them and feels comfortable around them.
Interestingly, Kevin has been the one exception to all this thus far.
Headcanons!
☠: Their worst habit.
☮: How they keep calm.
♥: How they show affection.
♕: Their most prized possessions.
★: Their favorite celebrity.
☼: Favorite season.
☁: How they feel about cold weather.
☻: Person who could without a doubt make them happy.
☹: A thought that makes them sad.
♫: Favorite music genres.
✍: A langauge they can speak.
✖: A trait they despise in people.
△: Views on lgtbq issues
ツ: A guilty desire of theirs.
☃: Would they build a snowman
[[ whispers i want a prague race au of dodger
but i'm pretty sure no one around here is familiar with the comic... ]]
★
"You.. jackass."
Dodger’s hand reached out to grab Kevin’s neck and tug him closer. He was back. God almighty, he had made it out of re-education and he was pissed.
"You know, if anyone else ratted me out as many times as you have, I’d probably kill ‘em. You are so fucking lucky I like you more than that."
More than that, he was lucky that Kevin was maybe too nice to impale him on his tentacles. Hopefully.
"And how are you gonna make it up to me this time? ‘Cause it’d better be something good."
"Make it up to you?" Kevin asked with his signature smile. "Why Dodger, you’ve been re-educated so many times…" He reached out to caress the man’s arms in something that could be mistaken for affection. "No one has ever been taken so many times and actually come back. Why do you think that is?”
He had nothing to make up for. Dodger was lucky that he was liked by the host. They could re-educated Dodger until the end of time and if the lessons still didn’t stick they’d keep right on doing it. Because no one was taking Dodger away forever. Nails dug into the snitches shoulders. No one.
"Because they don't break as easy as I do?" Dodger snorted, but he wasn't particularly listening to Kevin anyway. It pissed him off that Kevin was acting bitchy instead of apologizing and giving him empty promises.. but he shouldn't expect Kevin to ever be in the mood he wants him to be.
"Get your hand off me, Kevin." he grumbled, belatedly releasing his grip on the radio host's neck, "I've been re-educated that many times because of you, don't you fucking forget that detail. I don't care how many time you get me back out."
[[ this is how i die
drawing dodger and his tiny girlfriend ]]
