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Though it might be a good idea to make a better pinned post lol.
Hello!! I'm Sylv, the one and only mod of this here blog. I go by any pronouns so go wild! My main is @error707-thatdude if ya wanna chat! @bdbro-mod is my mod blog if you have ooc questions!
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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
Okay, that's fair. I have no idea what I was thinking.
But maybe instead of burning it, its parts and fabric can be reused? :)
Maybe try that unless you're the type of guy who likes burning shit.
- ScAnon
BRO: Just to make things clear.
BRO: Didn't force him to do shit. Asked for a lil assistance and he agreed.
BRO: He also could easily take the outfit off by now if he really hated it. Kinda seems like he likes it more than he wants to admit.
OMMMG HIIIH HIII HIIHIHIIHIHIIIII HHIIIII :3333
BRO: Hey, kid. Nice costume.
BGD: ' Dad.. can we go trick or treating? '
*You see the spector struggling to hold up a sign, the edges of the paper fading through his gloves. He hides his face behind the edge - mimicking embarrassment. The costume he was wearing seems off, being a prince of mind, but to him, he was a prince of hope. Something that mixed Jake and Dirk's godtiers.*
// @badlydrawn-brainghostdirk
// also happy hallow thy ween day Sylv!!! 🎃🎃 - Elliot
BRO: Yeah, sure thing kid. We're going to be so fuckin' cool, get all the goddamn candy in the block.
Trick or treat what’s your favorite candy
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.
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 )
[a suspiciously red cockroach appears...]
TG: lol now whered your halloween spirit go
TG: aint this a time for all the creepy crawlies and shit? cant even handle a lil roach?
BRO: [Incomprehensible excuses and stuttering.]
BRO: I'm not afraid of a bug.
TG: never said you were afraid, kinda told on yourself there lmao
TG: lmao
TG: come on bro hes just a lil dude he cant hurt you
BRO: Don't you fucking' bring it closAH--
TG: anyways whered you come from lil dude? sick tiny shades by the way
happy 10/25!!!! have a very bdhs cascade day :D
uhhhhhhhh, i don't know why i have to be the one to give you this because it's weird and you are WEIRDER and also, probably a terrible person? but, you can ask someone else who is not me! anyway since you died or will die in a way that's stupid and lame here is a bed that is just as stupid and lame as you are. ༄
D: . . .
D: . . .
[ He doesn't know if it'll work. You're just a corpse laying in his arms now, though, no harm in trying. ]
[ He lays you down . . . ]
[ Gentle, careful, all while he hopes and prays in a way he never has before. Your body slowly begins to glow and--
TG: this story fucking sucks
TG: we literally just went through this shit, its not "spooky" or "scary"
TG: also why the hell is egbert in your shitty story
TG: kind of a dick move actually to bring up our trauma like this
TG: SOME of us couldnt even god tier man
TG: what the fuck is your problem
TG: yeah what the fuck is your problem
TG/TG: FUCK--
BRO: Where's yer joy? The Halloween spirit? The suspension of disbelief? You shits didn't even let us get to the good part.
BRO: Impatient little brats.
TG: what
TG: the fuck
TG: are you fucking
TG: wearing
BRO: My costume.
BRO: Brought along D's costume too. Don't think I don't see ya runnin'.
D: god fucking dammit
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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. ]
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-- ]
[ Teehee I'm here to add to the common anons angst ]
Heyyyy man — you're freaking me out. Are you okay? Like.. you look feral and not the funny feral or the weird feral but like you wanna kill me
and now I'm actually kinda scared -
[Why would you be scared, silly?]
[You're perfectly fine. :) ]
>.> wasit were u serious
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