#davespriterose

[clownpenis413]

davesprite x rose dangerous crow boy au

[dirkselbows]

day 6 i guess

the fact that they kept rose swooing a bit for dave a bit in the pilot reminded me of davesprite/rose. So here they are. Just taking a nap. Nothing bad is going to happen to them. Nothing bad is going to happen.

@clownfucker413

[the-meat-machine]

Drabble for day 3 of @hsderseweek: Timelines - Davesprite/Rose

TG: turn that fucking moon around and get back here!!!!! TG: gdi i didnt transcend the boundaries of time and turn myself into a bird only for you to off yourself before i could even see you again TG: not gonna respond huh TG: figures TG: if real dave couldnt talk you out of it what the hell chance do i have TG: you probably dont even remember what we talked about that day on lolar TG: whatever TG: just TG: dont fucking die -- turntechGodhead [TG] ceased pestering tentacleTherapist [TT] --

TT: I remember. TT: I love you too, Dave. Goodbye.

[clownpenis413]

i hate when people Assume that davesprite went back in time bcs he loved john romantically. like no bitch he was in a loving relationship with his sister did you even READ the authors notes

[clownpenis413]

hmmmmm. this with davesprite ( as the one singing ) and rose

[cephalopodicappendagesshrin-blog]

when u want davespritexrose in ur life but a total of .7 people ship it

[tanknaka]

[tehstripe]

HSWC Bonus Round 1 Fill!

(Prompt)

Davesprite<3/<>Doomed!Rose "There are people who believe a photo captures your soul. For them, this is a terrible thing. For me, it's one last chance."-A Softer World

”Say cheese.” Click. “Dave, why are you shoving your camera in my face?” “Tired of taking selfies and the consorts move too fast for me to snap anything decent. You’re the only subject I got.” Click. “Hm. Carry on, then. I simply request you don’t choose to use any photos of me in ironically bad photoshop edits. As enviable as Beyonce’s body is, I don’t want to see my head plastered over hers.” “No, you’re safe. Just trying to capture the moment, y’know?” Click. “Keep a little bit of it saved forever. Like scrapbooking but a million times less lame.”  She smiles. “That’s sweet, Dave.” Click. ---- The moment Davesprite was formed is so chaotic that Dave has trouble taking in all the details – a copy of himself appearing out of nowhere, telling him his best bro was about to die, dumping a bunch of captchalogue cards out of nowhere, then turning into an orange, glowing bird. It takes him a good half hour before he really starts to get into all the free stuff his alternate self gave him. “What’s this?” He asks Davesprite, pulling out a card and waving it in his bird self’s face.  “Improved drawing tablet. Adds jpeg artifacts as you go.” “Sweet.” Next card is a cool thing in amber which needs no explanation but a fist bump, but after that, he has to take pause. “OK, orange bird me, the hell is this doing here?” Davesprite caws and snatches it out of his hands almost immediately. “None of your beeswax,” he says as the card shifts into an actual item in his hands. “Your bees got nothing to do with this wax, they’re just like ‘woah, we’re not touching this shit, this is too heavy for us.’” “Really?” Dave asks. “’Cause that looked like a picture of Rose. What’s so special about a picture of Rose?” “What part of ‘none of your beeswax’ didn’t you understand?” he snaps. “And what do you care? Not like you want it.” “’Course I don’t. Why would I want a picture of some snarky broad clogging up my inventory? Just wondering why you want it. On account of us basically being the same dude and all.” Davesprite rolls his eyes and says in a purposefully patronizing tone, “You’ll understand when you’re older.” “The fuck is that supposed to mean?” “Too bad, bro, sprite powers are overriding, can only speak in riddles now.” Dave just shakes his head, starting to call “bullshit,” but before he can even sound out the double L’s, Davesprite’s spread his wings and flown away, picture held close to his chest.