A Memory

Simply a truth

Sometimes a family is a sassy half fae princess, a lightning powered angel of death, a soft emo frat boy princeling, his jock and nerd best friends, a himbo merman and a totally confused wolf pup

Will draw 4 food

shitty lil Dave doodle from french

THIS RULES

@chaoticarchivist suggested davekat for the backstage au

that stage manager booth is getting STEAMY

sugar pussy make it a yeast infection, slurring speech call it a beast inflection, my penis hard im having dick erections, shadow gov I steal elections

who let this bird on the train

i think dave strider smokes. not because he likes it, persay, but because he thinks thats just what people do.

i imagine he smoked his first cigarette on the roof with bro after one of their fights. probably when he was way to young, maybe 10?

bro just sat on the edge of the building and started smoking, wordlessly offered one to the kid he just beat the shit out of.

dave, wanting to be like him and not wanting to be seen as weak, took it and did his best to copy him. he nearly coughed a lung up the very first time.

after that, after every fight, bro would leave him on the roof bleeding. but there would always be a lone cigarette and a lighter waiting for him near the ledge.

he never told anyone, but rose walked in on him painstakingly trying to alchemize a pack when they were on the meteor once. she never mentioned it, thats just what people do.

once, karkat found him on the roof smoking, sunglasses pushed up as his eyes traced the endless starry sky above them. wordlessly, he offered the troll one.

they smoke on the roof together sometimes. its just what people do. what they do. even if they were upset with each other. they never talked about it though.

dirk found him once, smoking and silently crying. they shared a cigarette, quietly, wordlessly. they found comfort in each other.

halfway brothers, leaning against each other as the puffs of smoke sank into their clothes. neither said anything, they both had a feeling that thats just what people do.

the smell of smoke still brings about feelings of comfort to him. he never explained that to anyone, though, mostly because no one asked.

its just one of those things. its just what people do.

haha sloppy style

The Velveteen Rabbit, or, How Toys Become Real