So, I was feeling bad that my last smut request fill failed so completely to deliver what was requested. And I found myself writing this. So! Dave in a dress, take two, guaranteed to be at least 99% angst-free.
At the sound of the door slamming, followed closely by a complicated clatter-thud, you spare enough attention to glance over. There’s John, his bookbag and a few bags of groceries at his feet, and he’s staring at you with his mouth open a little.
“Sup,” you say, turning back to your game.
“Buh,” he says, then, “Wha,” then he clears his throat and finally gets a sentence off the ground. “Hey, Dave, uh, whatcha doin’?”
“Killing zombies, bro. They’re not gonna blow their own heads off, you dig?”
He comes over, sits down. “In a dress.”
“Hm.” You tilt your head, lobbing a grenade that clears half a block. “I think maybe there was one in a dress there. Mostly it’s just rags and shambles.”
“Not the zombies, dude. You.”
I wasn’t expecting another fill /claws face
You really didn’t have to, but you did, and I just. Have all my thanks and squees in the form of this drawing <3
Q:Heya, congrats on 200 followers! I noticed you like Dave in dresses, any chance of some non-angsty cross-dressing smut? :P
Hi! Thanks! Yes, I do like Daves in dresses!
So I got kinda excited about this, and I swear it started out non-angsty, and then I kept writing and it kept changing, and now, well, here it is. Not a strictly crossdressing-kink thing, hardly smut and not at all fluff, but Alpha Dave/Alpha Rose, and a big floofy dress.
This is probably not what you wanted at all. :/ But it’s what insisted on being written, and I really liked writing it.
Dave’s fourth mOive premieres three days after the publication of your third novel, so you go in together on the party, and you invite everyone.
Everyone comes. You rent out the swankiest club in Hollywood and deck it out like the set of a Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers film, all gorgeous sweeping art deco lines and waiters in perfectly-tailored tuxedoes, everything elegant and traditional and non-threatening enough to please even the Imperial Fishbitch herself.
And when you make your entrance, arm-in-arm, the assembled glittering horde doesn’t seem to notice anything strange at first glance.
You stand at the top of the stairs and look down on them. You’re of a height, the two of you, both bobbed white-blond, both built tall and slim. But you watch their faces as they start to see: the black suit, tailored to the slight swell of feminine hips; the sequined bodice of a gown, built not to hide but to emphasize the flat chest, the broad sculpted shoulders. Then: silence. A few indrawn breaths.
I which I am asked for an uncomplicated non-angsty thing and completely fail to deliver. Good times.
sdfjkahd THANK YOU FOR THIS! I’m really glad you enjoyed filling my prompt; it’s my first time requesting anyone, and there was that nagging fear of accidentally asking you to do something you’re not comfortable with :’D
karkat’s jimmies are rustled
sketch dump. will prolly clean up davesol (actually it’s finished psshhhh i’m lazy), wet dave not happening nope nope how do i even bara, and the key-inspired chara design dunno lol.
S’what happens when I let my Strider obsession take over. Went back to my line art style, experimented a bit, and then I ended up rendering in grayscale for the last piece which is surprisingly easier than I thought :o
Q:Didn't applejuice motherfucker delete months ago after being bullied? :(
Shoot, really? D: The Tumblr link didn’t work on the AO3 profile, but I didn’t know why. Do you know what happened?
LOOSELY based on applejuice_motherfucker's fic Disengage, Calibrate. And by loosely I mean I just took their Dirk and broke him even more than he already is in the fic. Literally. I didn’t mean for it to become this abstract… prolly because I wanna punch my womb. Happy belated Valentine’s Day! <33333333