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     The internet ad was... weird. Buy a dude a burger? Who was that desperate for food in a pleasant place like Stella City? Everyone seemed nice enough; you think if the guy begged on the street for a few minutes, he’d get enough change for a fat, juicy combo meal at any of Stella’s finest establishments. We’re talkin’ the most delectable of heart attacks.

     But, you’re running with it. It’s an amusing way to spend the day, at any rate.

     You enter the detailed eatery and see a young man sitting alone; the only one sitting alone, in fact. With smooth ease, you slide into the seat across from him.

     DAVE: something tells me youve done this more than once      DAVE: call it my superhero burger senses or whatever

     @runupthetab || #burgerbros

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just doodle, it was painted in march many people liked this doodle (in twitter!) so i repost it (*^ㅁ^)

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     So, you forgot to take your ipod with you out of the hotel, and it’s the biggest mistake you think you’ve made in 5 years. Everywhere you go, horrendous pop music assaults your ears. 

     ♪ ~ You see me lookin’ at you and you already know I wanna love you ~ ♪

     Of course they play the censored version in public. There’s children around. You personally couldn’t give a fuck about the ears of children who were probably just as explicit as you were at their age, but you aren’t in charge of the airwaves here. Yet. And that’s probably for the best.

     DAVE: what the fuck even year is it i keep forgetting      DAVE: please dont tell me its 2008      DAVE: ...not that it would make a single difference      DAVE: not one      DAVE: not even half a difference      DAVE: the fractions needed to explain how much of a not difference     the year makes is outright goddamn irrational

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     heyo, i’ve got all my threads up here and updated some things about dave over here, if you wanna check those out! if y’all need me i’ll be over on my twitter. have a nice night everyone ♥

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     You feel like it’s been a good, long time since you’ve seen such a big group of domesticated animals. Earth C was always different enough from your Earth for you to miss little things like the cuteness of puppies and kittens. You consider the fact that this makes you seem a lot less cool, but only to the untrained cool radar. The true cool scale naturally adjusted for adorable tamed wildlife.

     Perhaps you were only there to look, to cheer yourself up. Your friends were nowhere in sight and the feeling of being trapped away from them was the most stressful thing you had to deal with in five whole years of overseeing a planet. Perhaps you had no plans to adopt, or to even stay at the shelter for longer than a few minutes, but dozens of eyes were on you and you couldn’t bear to leave them.

     One of them in particular almost looked eager to get in your arms: a charming, small gray cat. The lil snaggletooth dude rubbed against the door of the cage, meowing loudly all the while. It reminded you of —

     You immediately turned to the attendee on his shift, and pointed.

     DAVE: can i hold that one      DAVE: is that a thing im allowed to do

@resurrectedsilenthero || weak against anything small and fuzzy

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     DAVE: youre just a normal dude dave      DAVE: yeah sure youre wearing a casual suit to eat lunch but who      said you couldnt look fresh as fuck on a thursday afternoon      DAVE: thats like literally the opposite of a problem

     You’re staring down at the menu in front of you, but something is keeping you from ingesting the words. It’s definitely not the ( unfortunately ) familiar hunger pangs, or cravings, or the onset of an ineludible headache. It was something else entirely.

     Before you let it get too bad, you try to flag down a waitress. You just sat down and have no idea what you want to order, but there’s a burning question on your mind. It’s making you sweat. Was it always this hot in here? You try to shrug off the intrusive thought of the song by past Earth music artist Nelly, Hot In Herre, but fail miserably.

     ( I was like, good gracious, ass is bodacious — )

     DAVE: hey so i know this sounds weird but i need you to go along      with it      DAVE: like just humor me for a sec      DAVE: i need you to tell me what year it is

     @aikonotoska || the roof the roof the roof is on fire

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     Setting up the stage was an art in and of itself. The turntables under your fingers are new. Untouched. Out in the direction of where the audience was set to fill, you imagine the bobbing heads and epic fist bumps to the air. A part of you had always wanted this — always pictured it in your mind since you started mixing. But mixing had always been a private affair to you, and you had grown used to the audience of one or two. 

     Now, you look at the wires and speakers set up just for you. Aries and Stella, whoever they were, had chosen this job for you personally like they knew you’d be nodding your head to the finer details, running your hand over the table and anticipating the coming roar of your attendees.

     But a girl interrupts your thoughts. In an open area of grass, you see her sitting, and you wonder why she’s here so early.

     You grab a bottle of water and head her way, offering it when you’re close enough. For “fall,” it’s a pretty hot day.

     DAVE: youre pretty early you know      DAVE: show doesnt start for another hour

     @flosphene || or would you call yourself my #1 fan

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     The city was nostalgic, to a degree — reminiscent of the Earth that you left so long ago. How long had it been? Eight years? It felt like lifetimes to you, and that wasn’t only because of your time travel. It was a different place entirely. A place you had long since grown out of. All of your habits and experiences took hold in the outreach of space itself. 

     You feel alien here. You revel in the irony.

     Without a doubt, you sound like one too, considering the fact that you’ve been muttering all of this out loud to yourself on the street. Things that most people would think to keep to themselves, in fear of being ostracized for how strange it all was. And yet, there you are, taking your precious time recounting the intimate details. 

     DAVE: little green men my ass      DAVE: corporate wanted us to think the aliens are all      DAVE: take me to your leader oh weak humanling meatbag      DAVE: no one tells you youre the real alien all along

     ...Mercy on the poor soul that you’ve been unintentionally walking behind this whole time. 

     @hironojouken || yo dude sorry you gotta listen to all this galactic philosophy shit

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minatostyle:

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Minato had no idea why he kept this dang job of being a Manga store shopkeeper for long nine months. It wasn’t like he was getting a good wage in the first place anyway.

A low sigh, as he sat in his wheelchair behind the table. There wasn’t much to do besides sitting there or hide in the storage room. Hiding in the storage room right now seemed like a much better option at the moment.

He’s about to turn around to head into the storage room, until the door opened making the bell above ring. He sat still watching a person walk into the store. “Welcome…”

     You look around the small store, memories of stray manga around your bro’s apartment coming back to you. Not once had you dared move them out of their seemingly nonsensical  places, but you were always curious. 

     Seeing as how you can’t find your friends anywhere in the city, you decide that poking around in the shop couldn’t hurt. Not everything that reminded you of your late bro had to be some sort of caution-taped unholy ground.

     The sound of a welcome hits you; you give the kid a nod in greeting and attempt to find your own way around, but in all honesty, it’s an overwhelming sight. This is something you really aren’t sure if you can tackle alone. So, you march yourself right back up to the front counter.

     DAVE: uh      DAVE: this is probably gonna sound lame as hell but      DAVE: im trusting you here      DAVE: customer cashier confidentiality      DAVE: ...i kinda have no idea where to start with all this

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     At first, all you see is furniture through the dark tint of your shades. But you don’t put any stock in the foreign items; you stand and look out the lavish window to the side of your bed and watch the city below as you think over what exactly happened.

     You think to yourself that you’re in a dream bubble. Was that even possible anymore? It had been years since you found yourself in one of them, but you suppose anything is possible. Earth being destroyed, the universe being ripped in half by some shitty angry alien, falling in love with a shitty angry alien of a different species, sending babies through time to repopulate the planet you helped save... Yeah, anything was possible. 

     Dream bubbles were kiddie pools compared to the oceans you dove into.

     With no one else around, you think to explore the room you ended up in and consider whose memory it could be. That’s how you remember dream bubbles working, at least, but after so much time you suppose you could’ve forgotten. 

     Well, you don’t think you could’ve forgotten your own memories, but your things seemed to be making themselves at home there in the closet; kicking their feet up and enjoying a cozy cup of hot chocolate by the fireplace type of “at-home.” But you weren’t home. You were a stranger knocking at the door selling knife sets. At best, you were a neighbor coming over to borrow a cup of sugar, as if that was a thing that people still did. This place couldn’t be yours.

     The moment of contemplation passes when you hear a knock. You open it and ask yourself, out loud, how the fuck a sheep could knock on a door. But there’s no way for the sheep to respond besides its charming bleats, and you don’t typically expect responses anyway. You know you talk to yourself a lot. It’s a harmless habit.

     The details in the letter it somehow delivered to you only sink in when you look back up, the sheep is gone, and the letters in your hand become indecipherable. The city below you is waiting. You’re beginning to think this isn’t a dream bubble, but before you panic, your feet lead you to the elevators. They have to be here. They had to have come with you. You couldn’t be alone here, right?

     There’s a sinking feeling you try to shove away, but it holds fast under your unreadable expression. All you can do now is walk, and search.

     ( I can’t be alone here, right? )

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i tried posting these on my main n no one wanted them so theyre here now. sad boy strikes again

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twoattack:

      Oh, she have been reading about those ‘fairy-tales’ in the city’s library. They were quite interesting and so fabricated to her. But she do remember some stuff about them, about a guy called ‘a knight in shining armor’ who would come and safe the ‘princess’ from her eternal slumber. It seemed stupid and she doesn’t get it why this story is actually popular. 

      “ You look like a knight in shining armor. “

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     A knight? You really don’t see the resemblance. Sure, the're a sword in your hands, and your duds are indeed the uniform for the standard knight of the game, but you weren’t the thing of human legend. Only by the grace of alien-parallel-universe-horseshit were you any semblance of a princess-saving douchebag.

     DAVE: a knight?      DAVE: nah no way      DAVE: idk whod spread that kinda terrible blatant lie      DAVE: im just a dude

     ...Why did you take the Caledfwlch with you outside? It was broken anyway, and it didn’t look like you could rewind the piece of shit back to when it was useful. You think maybe you could hide it behind your back and get away with it, but you’ve gotta own it now. You’re already committed. Just let it fly, cool kid, there’s bigger things to worry about than passing for a renaissance fair.

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id love to come crashing in through the grand metaphorical stella city window with something groundbreaking and prodigious but even allegorical reverse defenestration sounds like a good way to end up in sheep jail (dave strider is here, and he's politely knocking on the front door. you can find the app under VI!)

 aw, how polite he is, knocking on the front door! i didn’t get anything else you said but i appreciate leaving the large window that separates the city and the unknown fourth-wall-based universe perfectly in tact!

 as thanks, we’ll set you up real nice; enjoy yourself in gâteau château room #107, just leave those windows alone too. dramatic entrances are only cool if they’re free.

♌ leo

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dave:

i 

am your 

general fucking practitioner 

and 

doctors orders 

are 

to shut up 

and burn down 

my goddamn office

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yo

sup