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@badlydrawn-alphadave
yo
its another one of these. dont know how much ill use this one but hey here he is :thumbsup:
warning for. more than a few nsfw mentions on this account. its alpha dave what do you expect
ran by @nintendont2502 mod acc is @sdd-mod
i also run @shitty-davesprite-daily and that shits actually active so. idk. follow that one instead
Sick outfits you got two have got there!
Why'd you choose them? :)
- ScAnon
BRO: Been awhile since I've seen ya, Scanon. Good you see you're still kickin'.
BRO, shrugging: To answer your question- Why not?
BRO: Heard all about this god shit from Dave, saw it myself, and I wanted to try my hand at makin' one. Or two- D's an ungrateful piece of shit and I hand made that for him.
BRO: I know we're supposed to have the same ones as our counterparts but fuck that. Thought the blue was cooler.
D: i feel like i need to emphasise that i had literally zero fuckin' choice in the matter D: do you think i wanted this D: do you think i wanted the shit stained clown costume that i legally cant wear within five hundred feet of a school D: i dont know where the fuck that jackass got this design from and i dont fuckin' care. it shouldnt exist and the moment he turns his back for five seconds im burnin' it
I don't think you should burn it.
He made it for you after all, so it seems pretty disrespectful to do that without asking while somehow maintaining a decent relationship with him.
- ScAnon
D: and *i* think its pretty disrespectful to force me into a giant codpiece without askin'
D: especially after I went out of my way to entertain his fuckin' kids while he made the thing
D: hell live
Sick outfits you got two have got there!
Why'd you choose them? :)
- ScAnon
BRO: Been awhile since I've seen ya, Scanon. Good you see you're still kickin'.
BRO, shrugging: To answer your question- Why not?
BRO: Heard all about this god shit from Dave, saw it myself, and I wanted to try my hand at makin' one. Or two- D's an ungrateful piece of shit and I hand made that for him.
BRO: I know we're supposed to have the same ones as our counterparts but fuck that. Thought the blue was cooler.
D: i feel like i need to emphasise that i had literally zero fuckin' choice in the matter D: do you think i wanted this D: do you think i wanted the shit stained clown costume that i legally cant wear within five hundred feet of a school D: i dont know where the fuck that jackass got this design from and i dont fuckin' care. it shouldnt exist and the moment he turns his back for five seconds im burnin' it
Shouldve worn the bard outfit
BRO: Why would I do that? That's stupid.
BRO: D's already a bard, wasn't about to match with him.
( @badlydrawn-alphadave )
TG: im never doin shit for you again TG: askin me to entertain *your* fuckin kids and this how you repay me for playin along TG: with... whatever the fuck this is
TG: seriously the hell was wrong with my costume
TG: ... TG: jesus christ TG: look man, im like 99% sure you werent this much of an asshole before TG: hell at least you were fuckin' talkin' then - when i said i wanted you to shut the hell up i didnt mean like this TG: and im fairly fuckin' confident in sayin' it has something to do with the creepy fuckin' puppet hangin' off your back TG: so TG: should probably get rid of that thing huh TG: hand it over
@badlydrawn-alphadave
[ God, can this asshole not help leave you alone for 5 minutes? Who the fuck does he think he is? Trying to take your best friend. Nobody understands. ]
[ You politely tell him to stayhelp piss off by pressing your sword to his throat. Even unable to say anything the threat is clear: If he so much as lays a finger on Cal's precious head you'll chop his off. ]
[ You're not handing Derrick him Cal over without a fight. ]
TG: shit-
[Maybe in another time, you wouldn't have drawn. Maybe in another time, you could've found any other way out. If it was just Derrick, you'd trust him with your life, but-
But this isn't Derrick. And you aren't taking any fucking risks.]
TG: if you want to try and kill someone over a fuckin' puppet then thats your call TG: but cmon. even you gotta know how fucked up that is TG: i mean christ, dude, dont you have kids? cant imagine theyd be too fuckin' thrilled about all this TG: hand it over TG: im not askin'
[ You suck in a quick breath at the mention of the kids. Your kids? They hate this, they're scared, scared of you, of Cal, you need to-- ]
[This man is dangerous, he wants you dead. Wants us dead. He is a threat. Stay focused, nothing else matters but the strife.]
[Round 2, asshole.]
[No holding back this time.]
[Fuck. Fuck. If bringing up the kids didn't work-]
[Then whatever that is, there's no fuckin' way it's him. Not like this.]
[You don't have a choice.]
[STRIFE!]
[ Something feels wrong. You're unsure if it's your own nerves or something faulty in the air. A strange sense of deja vu hits you, but you feel . . . afraid. You tentatively wander out of your hiding place, your mind swirling with disquieted thoughts. Something in your own home is making you feel like prey — like every step you take, something is watching your movements. Your hand presses against the corner as you bring yourself to a halt. ]
[ You're not unfamiliar with the sounds of sword fighting, strifeing; even as a hobby is common in this household. There was never anything serious behind it, no ill intents so getting the faint notion of something feral. Something predatory. If you strain, you can hear the faint grunts, labored breathing. ]
[ The sounds of survival. A fight. You're unsure if you want to thread on but you steel your nerves, trying to remind yourself that you're made for this. To be of assistance when the one who was close to you is in danger. You vaguely remember defending Jake... But that's about all. No other context is popping up. ]
[ Your ghostly form carries you across the floor, finally peeking your head out to see.all the commotion— ]
[ You barely miss the flash stepping man and the sword swinging a bit too close for comfort near you. You regain your sense and all you can see is your dad and.. your other dad. The older brother who was keeping you company and the man who you remember out of everything. ]
[ D . . . Was hurt. You are able to connect the sword on the blood and the gash on his face. Bro had hurt D, but you can't seem to think of why he would do that. Weren't they getting better? Hadn't they stopped fighting? Your gaze flickers to the pupper, and something strikes your heart, some primal fear. ]
BGD: . . . !?
[ You don't know what to say. Any words you could have escape you and all you seem to be able to do is stare fearfully as the two people you can the most about are fighting. Your body shakes as you attempt to step closer despite all the alarm bells in your head going off. You need to make sure he's already, and in reality... Neither of them can really hurt you, right? ]
[ Your blood runs cold when you hear him. You can hardly see through the static of your mind. Dirk? Which one? Which one of your kids-- ]
[ You turn your head fast enough to give yourself whiplash. Ghost stands a little ways behind you. Cal tells you he's a threat. He tried taking him Derrick once already, he'll try again. You can't let either take him. ]
[Your sword is raised before you can even stop it, pulled like the strings of a puppet.]
[ You can't. I don't want to. I can't-- ]
[No.]
TG: DIRK-
[No. You- you can't-]
[You-]
[...What have you done?]
[ I don't want to. I don't want to. I don't want to. I don't want to. I don't-- ]
[ You don't. ]
[ Suddenly, your head is quiet. Your thoughts are your own. You're free. ]
BRO: . . . D- . .
BRO: David . . .
[ All you can feel is relief through the pain and your rapidly fogging mind, the taste of iron strong on your tongue. Ghost is safe, D protected him. Good.. You're leaving the kids in good hands. ]
BRO: It's . . . okay . .
[ You deserve this, don't you? After all the pain you've caused, you never should have been brought back to begin with. ]
BRO: T- . . Thanks . . .
[ You drop, not as a puppet, but as a broken and dying man. ]
[You- you weren't supposed to-]
[You can't. You can't- you can't be here, can't face this, can't face him-]
[...But...]
[...]
TG: ... TG: jesus christ TG: look man, im like 99% sure you werent this much of an asshole before TG: hell at least you were fuckin' talkin' then - when i said i wanted you to shut the hell up i didnt mean like this TG: and im fairly fuckin' confident in sayin' it has something to do with the creepy fuckin' puppet hangin' off your back TG: so TG: should probably get rid of that thing huh TG: hand it over
@badlydrawn-alphadave
[ God, can this asshole not help leave you alone for 5 minutes? Who the fuck does he think he is? Trying to take your best friend. Nobody understands. ]
[ You politely tell him to stayhelp piss off by pressing your sword to his throat. Even unable to say anything the threat is clear: If he so much as lays a finger on Cal's precious head you'll chop his off. ]
[ You're not handing Derrick him Cal over without a fight. ]
TG: shit-
[Maybe in another time, you wouldn't have drawn. Maybe in another time, you could've found any other way out. If it was just Derrick, you'd trust him with your life, but-
But this isn't Derrick. And you aren't taking any fucking risks.]
TG: if you want to try and kill someone over a fuckin' puppet then thats your call TG: but cmon. even you gotta know how fucked up that is TG: i mean christ, dude, dont you have kids? cant imagine theyd be too fuckin' thrilled about all this TG: hand it over TG: im not askin'
[ You suck in a quick breath at the mention of the kids. Your kids? They hate this, they're scared, scared of you, of Cal, you need to-- ]
[This man is dangerous, he wants you dead. Wants us dead. He is a threat. Stay focused, nothing else matters but the strife.]
[Round 2, asshole.]
[No holding back this time.]
[Fuck. Fuck. If bringing up the kids didn't work-]
[Then whatever that is, there's no fuckin' way it's him. Not like this.]
[You don't have a choice.]
[STRIFE!]
[ Something feels wrong. You're unsure if it's your own nerves or something faulty in the air. A strange sense of deja vu hits you, but you feel . . . afraid. You tentatively wander out of your hiding place, your mind swirling with disquieted thoughts. Something in your own home is making you feel like prey — like every step you take, something is watching your movements. Your hand presses against the corner as you bring yourself to a halt. ]
[ You're not unfamiliar with the sounds of sword fighting, strifeing; even as a hobby is common in this household. There was never anything serious behind it, no ill intents so getting the faint notion of something feral. Something predatory. If you strain, you can hear the faint grunts, labored breathing. ]
[ The sounds of survival. A fight. You're unsure if you want to thread on but you steel your nerves, trying to remind yourself that you're made for this. To be of assistance when the one who was close to you is in danger. You vaguely remember defending Jake... But that's about all. No other context is popping up. ]
[ Your ghostly form carries you across the floor, finally peeking your head out to see.all the commotion— ]
[ You barely miss the flash stepping man and the sword swinging a bit too close for comfort near you. You regain your sense and all you can see is your dad and.. your other dad. The older brother who was keeping you company and the man who you remember out of everything. ]
[ D . . . Was hurt. You are able to connect the sword on the blood and the gash on his face. Bro had hurt D, but you can't seem to think of why he would do that. Weren't they getting better? Hadn't they stopped fighting? Your gaze flickers to the pupper, and something strikes your heart, some primal fear. ]
BGD: . . . !?
[ You don't know what to say. Any words you could have escape you and all you seem to be able to do is stare fearfully as the two people you can the most about are fighting. Your body shakes as you attempt to step closer despite all the alarm bells in your head going off. You need to make sure he's already, and in reality... Neither of them can really hurt you, right? ]
[ Your blood runs cold when you hear him. You can hardly see through the static of your mind. Dirk? Which one? Which one of your kids-- ]
[ You turn your head fast enough to give yourself whiplash. Ghost stands a little ways behind you. Cal tells you he's a threat. He tried taking him Derrick once already, he'll try again. You can't let either take him. ]
[Your sword is raised before you can even stop it, pulled like the strings of a puppet.]
[ You can't. I don't want to. I can't-- ]
[No.]
TG: DIRK-
[No. You- you can't-]
[You-]
[...What have you done?]
TG: ... TG: jesus christ TG: look man, im like 99% sure you werent this much of an asshole before TG: hell at least you were fuckin' talkin' then - when i said i wanted you to shut the hell up i didnt mean like this TG: and im fairly fuckin' confident in sayin' it has something to do with the creepy fuckin' puppet hangin' off your back TG: so TG: should probably get rid of that thing huh TG: hand it over
@badlydrawn-alphadave
[ God, can this asshole not help leave you alone for 5 minutes? Who the fuck does he think he is? Trying to take your best friend. Nobody understands. ]
[ You politely tell him to stayhelp piss off by pressing your sword to his throat. Even unable to say anything the threat is clear: If he so much as lays a finger on Cal's precious head you'll chop his off. ]
[ You're not handing Derrick him Cal over without a fight. ]
TG: shit-
[Maybe in another time, you wouldn't have drawn. Maybe in another time, you could've found any other way out. If it was just Derrick, you'd trust him with your life, but-
But this isn't Derrick. And you aren't taking any fucking risks.]
TG: if you want to try and kill someone over a fuckin' puppet then thats your call TG: but cmon. even you gotta know how fucked up that is TG: i mean christ, dude, dont you have kids? cant imagine theyd be too fuckin' thrilled about all this TG: hand it over TG: im not askin'
[ You suck in a quick breath at the mention of the kids. Your kids? They hate this, they're scared, scared of you, of Cal, you need to-- ]
[This man is dangerous, he wants you dead. Wants us dead. He is a threat. Stay focused, nothing else matters but the strife.]
[Round 2, asshole.]
[No holding back this time.]
[Fuck. Fuck. If bringing up the kids didn't work-]
[Then whatever that is, there's no fuckin' way it's him. Not like this.]
[You don't have a choice.]
[STRIFE!]
TG: ... TG: jesus christ TG: look man, im like 99% sure you werent this much of an asshole before TG: hell at least you were fuckin' talkin' then - when i said i wanted you to shut the hell up i didnt mean like this TG: and im fairly fuckin' confident in sayin' it has something to do with the creepy fuckin' puppet hangin' off your back TG: so TG: should probably get rid of that thing huh TG: hand it over
@badlydrawn-alphadave
[ God, can this asshole not help leave you alone for 5 minutes? Who the fuck does he think he is? Trying to take your best friend. Nobody understands. ]
[ You politely tell him to stayhelp piss off by pressing your sword to his throat. Even unable to say anything the threat is clear: If he so much as lays a finger on Cal's precious head you'll chop his off. ]
[ You're not handing Derrick him Cal over without a fight. ]
TG: shit-
[Maybe in another time, you wouldn't have drawn. Maybe in another time, you could've found any other way out. If it was just Derrick, you'd trust him with your life, but-
But this isn't Derrick. And you aren't taking any fucking risks.]
TG: if you want to try and kill someone over a fuckin' puppet then thats your call TG: but cmon. even you gotta know how fucked up that is TG: i mean christ, dude, dont you have kids? cant imagine theyd be too fuckin' thrilled about all this TG: hand it over TG: im not askin'
TG: glad im not the only one gettin' flooded with nothin' but the typa raunchy shit that would make a priest blush
TG: this fuckin' site i swear to god. nothin' but horndogs
TG: though i gotta say its at least deserved in your case
- @badlydrawn-alphadave
JC: Oh, hush! Too much of that playful flirting, and you'll sound as dorky as the rest of the hounds in their little pack.
JC: I'm such a striking sight for sore eyes. Anyone from every identity flocks to me, like a shiny rock burried in sand!
JC: I feel like me saying that sounds familliar...
JC: Ah, anyhow. You smoke?
TG: hey, who said there was anythin' playful about it? TG: and you goddamn know it. none of that fancy shit though TG: got nowhere near enough self respect for that shit
@badlydrawn-brostrider @badlydrawn-alphadave
Dave, i will be honest some of these asks they send you scare me D:
TG: you and me both kid
TG: trust me the shit i post here aint even the worst of it
TG: that inbox has goddamn horrors lurkin' in its depths
important question do you meow
TG: not for free
Yes hello you draw alpha Dave so fine
anon is this really your man
poast hole
TG: here you go TG: freaks
hi! what do you think of
TG: approved
licks u
TG: files a restraining order against you
Joe's the 47th president??? How many of them mfs have we had I thought he was like the 16th
