happy father’s day from the worst dads either side of the scratch
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happy father’s day from the worst dads either side of the scratch
Damn dirk, u a slut
more strider clan shenanigans
Gee, I wonder who could be watching from way up there? And I wonder where this dude here is headed.
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Derrick (Bro) is Online.
I... Need a haircut.
Okay but like because I’ve been so inactive, here’s a bundle of my Strider headcannons, in and out of the bedroom.
Dave: okay, but he’s eternally pale. Like, deceptively, eternally, pale. He’s a small little bundle of limbs and he’s a real first class beanpole. He’s a real submissive in the bedroom, for all his bravado and (put on) confidence. He’s the kind of person that will make jokes about the stuff he’s into but when he actually needs to have a conversation about it, he’ll get all flustered and awkward and trip over himself until his partner connects the dots on their own. But degradation seriously fucks him up and he breaks down completely and goes totally numb
D/Richard (alpha Dave): a tall, lanky, weirdly strong, rich movie director who’s just old enough (around 28-30) to literally just not give a shit about most things that would usually cause most people to lose sleep. He doesn’t have self-esteem issues, per-say, just anxiety about how he’s perceived by the public and, consequentially, his friends. D’s also lowkey into everything and pretty shameless about his escapades in bed. He’s the type to be on a first date and just out and out say “candle wax, bondage, or sadism? Three seconds, go.”
Dirk: an awkward bundle of insecurity, hairspray, self esteem issues, thinly veiled homosexuality, internal suffering, and a heart too big for his own good. He tends to invest all he has in himself into helping his friends, even at the expense of him own personal well being. SPEAKING OF HIS OWN PERSONAL WELL BEING he has a huge disregard for it, as, deep down inside him, he doesn’t believe that he’s worth it. What’s “it” you may ask? Literally anything. Dirk’s got a very slight southern accent, more like a twang than an actual accent. He’s also a humongous control freak, and needs to have control over everything in his life, bordering on OCD. It’s partly his fucked up mind and partly his anxiety. In bed, he’s still a huge control freak, but giving in to giving his desire for control isn’t actually what he needs. He’s really more of a switch than a sub though.
Derrick (Bro): a mishmash of ironically shitty music, ironic love for puppets, and a huge dose of ironic ego issues. He’s got a heavy southern accent, and plays it up sometimes when trying to get his way from someone. For some reason, a large, perfectly muscled, blonde, and somewhat scruff-faced man with a southern accent really gets some people going. Who knew. He enjoys manipulating others and is a real fan of being in control. Not to the same degree Dirk is, Derrick’s desire for control is an actual kink, more like. In the bedroom, needless to say, he’s extremely dominate. He’s the type that will make it very clear, from the get go, what he’s into and what partners are getting themselves into. Conversations would go something like this, “you’re a cute one, darlin. If you’re game, we could go back to my apartment. How’dya feel about gettin’ tied up?”
DS (Davesprite. Hahaha, I’m not forgetting about this kiddo, he’s a precious little bean): DS is Dave’s twin, the younger one by about a minute. He’s got a bundle of identity issues because of how no one except their other brothers can tell them and Dave apart. This also isn’t helped by his being genderqueer, because Dave is a boy and is referred to as such. The only distinguishable differences between them and Dave is DS has slightly more orange hair, weird scar-tissue on his arms and legs from god knows what, and they have more orange eyes when compared to Dave’s ruby red irises. In bed, they’re a bottom heavy switch and love being comforted and coddled and told sweet little declarations of love and devotion. They’re a real hopeless romantic and love cheesy romance-movie-esque anything.
There’s my headcannons for ya! (I’ll have more pictures up for you guys tomorrow, I promise!)
some strider doodles and draws. man i love these freaks.
what fucking dignity