dave strider (
strideways) wrote2012-02-02 09:56 pm
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> Dave: Indulge species identity confusion.
[ Those in and out of Dave's room at the Otherhouse may have noticed that his entourage of Ninetales have been coddling a bright blue Squirtle egg. Still luckier individuals may have been around earlier today to witness the egg hatching, and the three Ninetales happily grooming their new friend.
Now some hours later, it has become apparent to Dave that there are certain... complications that may arise from allowing a baby Squirtle to imprint on a pack of full-grown Ninetales.
The feed comes on to the Squirtle, charging at a Ninetales on all fours. He's deflected with a flick of a tail, and goes scurrying over to another fox that's lounging on the floor nearby. She gives him a lick for his troubles, while the third one looks on from the safety of Dave's bunk.
As the Squirtle takes another run-up at his opponent, he growls and... barks.
Dave turns the camera on himself. ]
So this is the real-life story of Babe, Pig in the City, or some shit. My Squirtle thinks he's a baby Ninetales, which is about the cutest fucking thing I've ever seen get done. I'm sure they're gonna have a bunch of awkward conversations when he gets older.
'Mom, why do I only have one tail? Where's all my fur? The other kids made fun of my shell!'
He'll grow up thinking his 'dad' had an affair with a hot Blastoise. His two mommies just swept it under the rug; they don't like to talk about it because it means admitting they couldn't keep him satisfied between the two of them. They drink a lot, and their husband's never home. They just assume he's found himself a side of Venusaur ass or something.
[ The camera returns to the floor, where the Squirtle is being held firmly under the front paws of the lazy Ninetales on the rug, who's giving him a thorough bath. ]
I also got my breeder's license yesterday, which is pretty much awesome. I've basically got the potential for a metric fuckton of badass fire-breathing fluffmuppets and not much else right now. Guess I'll have to expand my breeding stock or something.
[ Swinging the 'Gear toward himself again, he moves to turn it off before he remembers something. ]
His name is Kanye, by the way. Thanks, Fef.
[ ooc; action for Otherhouse residents welcome! he's just in his room. switch from trainer to breeder was okayed by the mods. ♥ ]
Now some hours later, it has become apparent to Dave that there are certain... complications that may arise from allowing a baby Squirtle to imprint on a pack of full-grown Ninetales.
The feed comes on to the Squirtle, charging at a Ninetales on all fours. He's deflected with a flick of a tail, and goes scurrying over to another fox that's lounging on the floor nearby. She gives him a lick for his troubles, while the third one looks on from the safety of Dave's bunk.
As the Squirtle takes another run-up at his opponent, he growls and... barks.
Dave turns the camera on himself. ]
So this is the real-life story of Babe, Pig in the City, or some shit. My Squirtle thinks he's a baby Ninetales, which is about the cutest fucking thing I've ever seen get done. I'm sure they're gonna have a bunch of awkward conversations when he gets older.
'Mom, why do I only have one tail? Where's all my fur? The other kids made fun of my shell!'
He'll grow up thinking his 'dad' had an affair with a hot Blastoise. His two mommies just swept it under the rug; they don't like to talk about it because it means admitting they couldn't keep him satisfied between the two of them. They drink a lot, and their husband's never home. They just assume he's found himself a side of Venusaur ass or something.
[ The camera returns to the floor, where the Squirtle is being held firmly under the front paws of the lazy Ninetales on the rug, who's giving him a thorough bath. ]
I also got my breeder's license yesterday, which is pretty much awesome. I've basically got the potential for a metric fuckton of badass fire-breathing fluffmuppets and not much else right now. Guess I'll have to expand my breeding stock or something.
[ Swinging the 'Gear toward himself again, he moves to turn it off before he remembers something. ]
His name is Kanye, by the way. Thanks, Fef.
[ ooc; action for Otherhouse residents welcome! he's just in his room. switch from trainer to breeder was okayed by the mods. ♥ ]
/SWOONS
Hey, does this mean I get to be cool now, too?
/catches gallantly!
What're you even saying? Do you 'get to be cool?' Fuck, no. You don't just wake up one day and suddenly have cool privileges or some shit. You're either born with it or you're not; none of this Maybelline bullshit.
And you, kid, were born with it. Ain't got shit to do with me.
oh man are you ready for this 1/4
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Oh....
i lied 4/6
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her face: OnO
>n<
OuO]
done
Thank you, Dave!
ame ily sfm rn
Yeah, whatever. Just callin' it how I see it.
akjsdlfasd ilu2 ok u////u also just replace dojima with dave in this icon
That's the first time anyone's said that to me! I've always wanted to be cool like Big Bro and Yosuke-nii and Kanji-nii... and you too!
dsjkalhdafh ♥♥♥♥
i'm a terrible person
NEVER GONNA RUN AROUND AND DESERT YOU
okay once more with feeling:
I will do my best! I won't let you down!
SCREAMING WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS (this was an autofill option apparently i've said this before)
Hell no, you won't.
.... you know i think you said that to me once in a meme thread......... 1/2
i'm also terrible for having this icon
You bet!
oh my god, it totally was you. dave, nanako and tfln. i fucking remember now.
Now go show those coolkids you live with just how cool you are, kid.
i am so sorry and i'm sorry i keep spamming you 1/2
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I'll go find some sunglasses too.
never apologize ♥
Give me 'til tomorrow and I'll buy you a pair.
i cant handle this thread oh my god
[ak;sjdhfalksd]
Oh! No, that's okay - I can go get one myself! You don't have to waste your money!
too fucking adorable
It's not like it'd be my money, anyway, but if you really wanna do it yourself, go for it.
asdjkhfklasdf yes
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Dave, you're the best!
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