quick more KHstuck to annoy other anon. Like Dave and Demyx. Because those boys could jam. <3
Dave pushed the headphones up against his ear, listening for the beat. 1 2 3 4 1 2 3 4, a constant, steady rhythm the flowed in the air around them. Each chord caused a thrum in the atmosphere, causing him to watch his breathing and count heartbeats in time to the music. Around him, the air was heavy with moisture, droplets of water dancing dangerously close to the electronic equipment, but he knew it wasn’t in danger.
Close by the other blond stroked a large sitar, coaxing out music like a parent getting a child to say please and thank you. The sound got recorded, mixed, and played back as the two blondes worked in tandem.
1 2 3 4
Dave counted the heart beats.
Both of theirs.
Oh. OH. So that’s…what troll chicks looked like. Dave felt the blood rush to his face as he stared at the girl in front of him. She was smirking, waggling her eyebrows, and saying something in…what? The fuck, was that Japanese?
"Er…kawaii senpai desu ne konichiwa daisuke daijobu" Yeah, that was about all he picked up from the anime John made him watch. He watched the girl snicker at him, as she got closer. Wow, that, uhm, wow that was really close. He could feel time wind around them, could hear his heart beat speed up with each second as the air almost crackled, could feel her breath on his neck as time congealed, thick and viscous around the two of them. Was that why it was hard to breath, or was it because of her-
Oh, yeah, it was because of that. He grasped for words and her hand found parts of him he really wished he could ignore. Stuttering and trying to back away, he ended up falling spectacularly, tripping over his cape. She was straddling him now, dead, white eyes meeting his, seeing through his shades, she laughed again, hands wandering more and more and-
"DAVE! Dave? Are you ok?" Dave’s eyes shot open, gasping for breath as Terezi’s confused face stared down at him, "Were you having another nightmare?" He looked around, finding himself in a pile of decapitated scale mates, in Terezi’s block. Oh, he had fallen asleep. OH. “Y-yeah, I’m fine, it’s whatever.”
"If you say so…"
He really hoped Terezi couldn’t smell his blush.
The Tango Pyrope
TG: this is weird
CG: IT’S WEIRD
TG: really weird
CG: FUCKING WEIRD
The Tango Pyrope
TG: this is weird
CG: IT’S WEIRD
TG: really weird
CG: FUCKING WEIRD
TG: im so mad that I dont know what to do
TG: fighting with fucking drones
TG: boiled down to my bones
TG: And to top it all off getting trolled by you
CG: FEELING FUCKING CRAZY?
CG: THINKPAN BRINGING YOU TO YOUR KNEES?
CG: WORSE THAN A DAMN MOVIE THAT’S STRAIGHT TO DVD?
TG: as a matter of fact
CG: STRIDER I KNOW THIS ACT, IT’S CALLED THE TANGO PYROPE
CG: THE TANGO PYROPE
CG: IT’S A DARK, DIZZY MISERY ROUNDCG: AS SHE KEEPS YOU DANGLING (like a fucking scale mate)
CG: IT’S YOUR HEART SHE IS MANGLING
TG: its different with me
CG: AND YOU TOSS AND YOU TURN
CG: AND HER RED EYES CAN BURNCG: YET YOU YEARN AND YOU CHURN AND REBOUND
TG: fuck it i think i can see
TG: the tango pyrope CG: THE TANGO PYROPE
CG: HAS SHE EVER LICKED YOUR FACE AND CALLED YOU “CANDY”?
CG: HAVE YOU EVER DOUBTED A MESSAGE OR TWO?
TG: it was irony
CG: DO YOU SWOON WHEN SHE LOGS ON?
TG: every time
CG: SO BE…CAUTIOUS
TG: did she cackle over other trolls?
CG: MORE THAN FUCKING THAT.
TG: im getting nauseous
TG: where’d you learn to slam like this?
CG: WITH THE FUCKING HIGHBLOODED SUBJUGGULATOR WHILE HE WAS STONED OFF HIS ASS IN HIS HIVE. YOU?
TG: with a fucking puppet on a roof with the vague feeling that i was going to be mugged.
CG: IT’S HARD TO DO THIS WITH ALL THESE NOOKMUNCHERS AROUND DISTRACTING ME
TG: you should try it while being made into soup
TG: she cheated,
CG: “CONTRACT MANIPULATION”
TG: tz cheated
CG: FUCKING CHEATED
TG: im defeated i should give up right now
CG: PROBABLY THAT WOULD BE FOR THE BEST, YEAH.
TG: id fall for her still anyhow
CG: WHEN YOU’RE DANCING HER DANCE YOU DON’T FUCKING STAND A CHANCE!
CG: HER LACK OF ROMANCE MAKES YOU FALL!
TG: so you think might as well dance a tang to hell
CG: AT LEAST I’LL HAVE TANGOED AT ALL
TG: the tango pyrope
TG: gotta strife til your patron is through
CG: YOU PRETEND TO BELIEVE HER
TG: cause in the end you cant beat her
CG: BUT THE END WILL STILL COME BUT LIKE GRUBS WE PLAY DUMB, NOW I’M GLUM AND YOU BUM FUCKING BLUE
TG: why do we love when her sick glee?
CG: AND SHE CAN BE SO FUCKING OBSCENE?!
TG: my tz… CG: THE TANGO FUCKING PYROPE!
Hot Chelle Rae is my headcanon Dave voice :I
AU in which Dave and Aradia are a crime solving time agents from the future who wear time-resistant red jumpsuits and accidentally/ironically/totally on purpose are loose-canon cops who don’t play by the rules
Another DaveSol, Dave having to resusitate Sollux after he nearly drowns.
Your name is Dave Strider and your pseudo-crush-boyperson-friend was trying to be cool (even though trying to be cool was your job)by showing off his “mad 2kiil2” on a jet ski…he apparently forgot he was a terrible swimmer, because your currently stroking back to the shore with one arm grasped around a worryingly quiet computer geek as you try not to sink or panic (success on one front, failure on the other).
You practically throw Sollux on the ground as soon as it’s free of water and just as quickly fall to your knees by his side, “Sollux, Sol, Sollux!” you call to him frantically, pretending you’re not as freaked out as you really are; shit, you learned CPR, but that was in, like, 7th grade health class and his eyes aren’t opening and you don’t think he’s breathing and shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit.
Your hands are beating on his chest like you’ve seen in movies, but nothing is happening…ok, ok, fine fine, kiss of life then, right, ok, uhm…you lean over him and plug his nose (that was a thing you did right? Oh god oh god oh shit oh god he’s going to die because you were too retarded to pay attention when you were 12), your face is on his, lips touching, breathing, breathing…you feel your heart beat again when he sputters and coughs and his eyes open, squinting at you, confused, “Dave, wha-” but he never finishes, because this kiss is for real and he owes you your breath back.
DaveSol, Dave finds an unconscious Sollux in the snow on his way home from class.
Your name is Dave Strider and something like this happens to you about every day; by something like this you of course mean finding (oddly attractive) emaciated computer geeks passed out in the snow on your home from your programming class…no, really…this is seriously the third time this week.
Careful not to drop your bag, you lean down and pick up your classmate (a surprisingly easy task- what is he, like, 90 pounds?) as you try to remember his name, Sol…something, anyway; you remember off handedly that he speaks with a lisp that you like to make fun of and runs an ironic social justice/hacker blog that you follow in a similar vain of irony (and maybe sexual attraction, but that’s no one else’s business).
"Strider…?" His eyes open half way as he stares into your shades and you smirk, "Strider, not ‘Thrider’, but good try athhole…did you forget to eat again," you smile as he sticks his tongue out at you and hold him closer to your chest; you’re going to feed him soup if it kills you.
Davesol; Sollux works as a barista and dave's never been to the shop before (wow look at me i'm so creative)
"That’ll be $4.65, please." Sollux proffered the cup of pretentious overly priced coffee to the customer in front of him; typical hipster fair, ironic sunglasses, skinny jeans, vintage camera, and an iPhone.
"Four thixty five? Sorry, I don’t have thixty thenths." Dave smirked, while he ran his brother’s ‘borrowed’ credit card through the machine, entering a memorized PIN.
"I guess you’re paying in dick, then," They both looked at each other while the unintentional innuendo sunk in, "Uh, I was-" Dave smirked, slipping the barista his card and phone number, tilting his sunglasses down and tossing him a wink while running his tongue over his lips as he grabbed his coffee and left.
So, Dave’s sylladex, for a good while, was the Hash Tag one, and when you say commands out loud that match the number and the item on the sylladex, that ejects the item, right?
I was sitting here thinking about Stridercest times, and then a scene occurred to me…
Dave always remembers to empty…
I don’t care if you don’t ship stridercest this is an excellent scenario