#dixie strider

[cicada-sprites]

would you be able to do a sprite edit of dixie (transgirl dave) wearing a red baseball tshirt with a red heart symbol on it (its stitched together :)), baseball shorts, socks with birds on them, and brown crocks? oh also if you could make her hair slightly curly/give it the lalonde swirl thatd be awesome :) ty

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[thehappiesthaunt]

Drew me some Dixie Strider haha :)

[quantumkaworu]

um yeah so here's that thing. sorry my boobs start to show. I'm not trying to be fem!dirk more of ftm!dirk(dixie) so yeah...overall this came out pretty terrible. I haven't danced this since march so give me some slack!

[askirlstriderchicks-blog]

Hey, guys, as reward for following you get a video of me dancing Honey when I find my camera cord. -Dixie

[mom-strider]

Hey Tumblr babies...

Davey remembers me again! I'm so fucking happy. We ain't out of the woods yet, but it's closer to bein through than it was before.

Now if I can just get that bot home...

Anyway, y'all should ask me questions...I'm in a mood to be answerin some.

[mom-strider]

==>Dixie: Deal with it.

You think you're doing a pretty good job, actually. You've been giving Davey his space, you haven't been up in his business. You showed him his computer, gave him the password to his Pesterchum account, but haven't bothered him about who he's talking to (though you hope he's been talking to John, Jade, and Rose, at least a little).

You've tried asking him to strife, but he feels more comfortable with Strife himself. You haven't been bugging him as much.

Whenever you think of him never remembering you for real again, something clutches in your heart and for a few minutes you think you might just die, but then you take a deep breath and go on with what you're doing.

You've resigned yourself for the most part to the idea that he's never going to remember you without his head pounding and his stomach becoming upset.

It's okay.

He'll be okay. You'll be okay, eventually.

At least he's safe.

[mom-strider]

Daddy

So I was out doin laundry, babies, cos the apartment's laundry room currently smells like somethin up and died in there and yeah, nope. Not doin my unmentionables there. So I bundled all our laundry and shit up and piled it in the truck and went to go do laundry.

Caught a whiff of someone smokin Tiparillos and it made me think of Daddy. He used to smoke those all the time. He always smelled of the smoke, even though he smoked only about two a day tops, since there were only 5 in a package and he hadta make 'em stretch. But his denim jacket always smelled of them.

Smelling that today sorta made me feel like he was around, you know? Still watchin over me.

It was real nice.

[mom-strider]

Happy Father's Day

In heaven, Daddy. Miss you lots. Take care'a momma.

love,

Dixie-belle