Dsaf Jack - Tumblr Posts
Poorly drawn image from about 30 minutes of free time in art class where Candy barely shows up
(also, I like to imagine that these events all happened simultaneously at the same Freddy's)
Doomed davesport, my beloved
((don't ask where the thread came from, it's best for our happiness not to))
guess what guys
hey uhm I'm bored so pls send me dsaf fanfic requests through my ask box they might take a bit to get done but ye
WILL DO:
-canon x reader
-canon x oc
-angst
-fluff
-hurt/comfort OR hurt/no comfort
-canon ships (within reason)
-blood/mild gore
WILL NOT WRITE:
-smut
-non-con
-p3dophilia
-problematic ships
-descriptive svicide/sh
-literally anything weird
thabk u and pls send me requests I'm bored
i present my dsaf wcue morphs ✨
snsjdjdk I wish I could've gotten Dave more purple akskskkskssk
"Old Sport, I- ..I don't know what to say, I-"
"..."
"So, this is it, then. I guess this is goodbye."
"Dave- you are a complete and utter WEIRDO. It shouldn't be at all hard to say goodbye to you! ..and yet, it is."
"Sportsy, I-"
"Goodbye, William. I hope you can find peace with what you've done."
"..goodbye, Old Sport. Thanks for putting me back together."
I feel like every fictionkin/fictive has that one scene that makes them feel vulnerable for the rest of the day after they watch it
And it stings but in a homesick sorta way. You suffered so much but you miss that familiarity that came with it
Reblog if your fave Is:
•Dead
•Gay
•Depressed
•Mentally ill
•Probably Autistic
•doomed by the narrative
•Is a zombie
•Is old as fuck
•doesn't have a nose anymore
Please please PLEASE, if you draw Jack and Dave with hair, give them 80s hairstyles. I drew Jack with a mullet cuz I was bored.
Hi *drops my DSaF ship opinions*
Jack x DSaF 3 phones isn't slaves x owner. Jack tells them they can leave whenever they want, and actually treats them like fucking humans. I can understand not liking legacy/neutral route Jack x phones (even I myself hate it) but good ending Jack actually cares for them.
Reality davesport is toxic as fuck. Not sorry about this one. Dave literally STALKS jack. He has cameras IN HIS HOME. "It's just toxic love!" Except it's not. It's psychopath behavior. That's not something to romanticize. It's not romantic and cute, it's obsessive and mentally unstable. It's unhealthy, plain and simple.
Steven x Peter is less toxic than reality davesport. They never say anything outright hostile to each other in game (minus maybe a few times) and Steven APOLOGIZES to Peter about the factory. "But Steven ruined Peter's life!" If you think about it, Dave ruined Jack's life too.
henrysport, Dave x Henry, Jack x Peter, etc. is disgusting. This is probably one of the only one of these that's a popular opinion.
Steven x Matt, Peter x Matt, Harry x Steven, etc. are actually really cool rarepairs :]
please keep in mind these are my opinions and you don't have to agree. just don't harass me for them. this fandom has a really bad habit of harassing people for shipping things they don't like
(also if it wasn't clear I'm a multishipper. and btw I don't have anything against peterline they're cute too!!)
dsaf fandom i want more stevensport content. where is my rarepair give me more content of them /silly
HIYA !!!!!!!!! ^_^
'nother reason why i dont post as much is 'cause well, i draw traditionally most of the time ! DTRJTFKYGU
i always felt it wasn't proper to post traditional art after i started drawing digitally 'cause it always felt "unfinished."
so, just so y'all got som content ill show ya some of my doodles :)
Edgar belongs 2 @/bucketfullofstrawberries ! ^_^
thank you for playing dsaf 3.
oooohhhh this art made me cry to be honest. This is why I
barely redraw dsaf scenes but you know.
proof or whatever:
DAY 18 - jack-o'-lantern
Got bored as shit, it’s Fan fiction time.
Because why the fuck not  for I am cringe, but am free 
(Not sure if I should put a content warning here because I don’t think there really is any)
Please let me know if there are any tags that you think I should add.
I may make a continuation of this (once I come up with a title that is)
Thank you and enjoy.
Michael would have preferred to clock in later, but as he patted down his pockets, there was nothing resembling the keys that he would need to come in past closing. He walked through the building, trying to find a secluded place to stay till his shift truly started. The carpet squished beneath his feet as he walked to a dark corner hidden out of view. He pulled up a chair and sat down, for he knew he would be because there for quite a while. There wasn’t much to do but wait. Michael’s rotten plum fingers taped impatiently against his blue jeans. Every second was an accident waiting to happen. As proven in recent years, at Freddy’s they were far too common. Tic…tic…tic… the small hand on his watch had made its way around the bend a few times now. Tic…tic…tic…, it was like a beating heart. He remembered what it was like to have one of those. With each tic, he felt as if his own heart would start back up. He was hollow both literally and figuratively. He was alone, both in this corner and in life; well, death. He looked up, watching people pass by, oblivious to his presence.
Tic…tic…tic… a constant reminder of the seconds passing by. Inescapable, but he needed to escape. Just for a little while. Breathing in, he began looking for his logbook. It wasn’t the best escape, but at least it was one. He searched through his bag and found it. Taking a small pen from his pocket, he flipped to a random page in the book. At the top, it read, “Feeling down? Don’t! List 10 reasons why applying to Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza seemed like a good idea at the time.”
The question sat in his mind for a while. Obviously he couldn’t write, looking for his father, due to his…reputation. “Employees get free pizza.” He wrote in red on the first of the ten lines. Yet again, his fingers begin tapping along the cover of the book. Soon enough, the ticking stopped and time felt non-existent. Michael wasn’t sure how long he was sitting there for, before he heard someone yell. “Employee!” His eyes scanned the room quickly yet there was not a single manager in sight. Then the voice spoke again. “Employee, Where did you even get that?” it was coming from the next room over. “Those are supposed to stay in the back!“ Michael quickly sat up from his chair and speed-walked to the doorway so as to not seem suspicious. Well, to seem less suspicious. “Put that back where you found it before I terminate you.” Peeking around the corner, he saw it. Someone had found Spring Bonnie and put him on. He had definitely seen better days. The suit wasn’t falling apart per se, but it was obvious that it hadn’t been worn in years. Michael stood there bewildered. Had he finally found William? Had he just needed to come in earlier for him and his father’s paths to cross? These questions ran through Michael’s brain. Soon enough, whoever was wearing the suit began to walk off. Quickly, Michael followed not too far behind. Once the pair of them arrived at the backroom’s door, the employee wearing the Bonnie suit took a key and angrily jammed it into the keyhole. Had his plans gotten interrupted by the manager? If so, what were his plans? To use the suit to lure and kill more children? Most likely, Mike thought. The man grumbled something about yesterday under his breath. Yesterday? What happened yesterday? The employee finally busted the door open. They sighed as they walked in. Mike stopped the door while it swung. He snuck in behind the employee. The wide room was dimly lit by a barely functioning light. It looked as if it could come crashing down at any moment. The room was filled with silence aside from the monotone buzz coming from the light. Michael stood stiff like a board in the middle of the room. He took a deep breath. Father? Is that you? He so desperately wanted to speak. Yet it felt like he was being choked from the inside out. “F-fath-“ Michael paused as the man took his arm out of the suit. He wasn’t William. He wasn’t him at all. Mike wasn’t quite sure what to do. Should he just leave? Before his mind could continue on this thought process, the man had gotten both the arms of the suit off. As quickly as the last thoughts ended, new ones began. If he wasn’t William, then who was he? How did he know about the suits in the back? His brain was buzzing like a beehive as the man took the head off. The man looked just as dead as Michael himself. He had barely any hair left on his head. Just a light fuzz. His sunken eyes didn’t have the same target shaped pupils. The man looked towards Michael with recognition, as if looking at a friend. But his expression changed to one of confusion. The orange man finally spoke.
“…Dave?”
Dsaf artists (not everyone) playing dsaf seeing Dave/Jack being bald.
Bro cooked some good stuff. And plus mentioning Martha Miller.
random stuff
Yahooey
This smile will forever haunt me...
jark kennedeez compilation...
Omg, it's Jack Kennedy from game series Dayshift At Freddy's from gamejolt. @silly-chiroptera
''Give gifts, give life.''
Here's a random 3d model I made for Jack with his autism (tm) smile. I lvoe jak kendy.
Anyways, ALMOST done with some new stuff, and I'm cooking up some more character studies too! Steven's next :]
Is the DsAF Fandom still alive?
I´ve been playing all of the 3 games over the weekend and I love it so much, I barely understand the lore behind Henry (Bc I haven´t finished the 3rd game) BUT I LOVE IT SOOO MUCH
I love my purple orange pixels, if not gay why gay shaped?