
~ ♪ were like noughts and crosses in that opposites always attract ♪ ~
daverose doodles because otp

~ ♪ were like noughts and crosses in that opposites always attract ♪ ~
daverose doodles because otp

man i’ve been rereading homestuck and watching old flashes… rose and dave were my favs ;_;


these songs make me think of derse siblings (kissing), an angsty rose/dave fanmix
listen @ 8tracks
- running up that hill – kate bush
- loose ends – imogen heap
- habit – unwoman
- shake the disease [cover] – hooverphonic
- a slight discomfort – the hold steady
- walk unafraid – r.e.m.
- breaking down – florence + the machine
- change your mind – the killers
HNNNNNG–

just let me go,
we’ll meet again soon.
now wait, wait, wait for me,
please hang around.
i’ll see you when i fall asleep

sord:
“Don’t you disappear again, dumbass.”
Still doodling stuff related to Bottom of the Glass. I have to get up in four hours, whoops. I definitely need a new sketch book; I think it’ll help with that suffocated feeling I have thanks to my old one. My art hasn’t looked as good as it used to.
EDIT: if anyone knows how to post multiple picturesNever mind, I’m an idiot.
i fucking hate alcoholic dave fics they always try SO HARD to be touching and grimdark and shit but
this is really really cute and oh god EMOTIONS…………………

There are things that had seemed cool at, like, 3AM but you end up regretting it anyways. This is one of them. ; 7 ;
I’ve really been into KidSwap AU’s recently, and I-I just, I also wanted to draw Davesprite and Rosesprite
whatarewingsdontcullmeplsLook At Me Crying Out Of My Own Ass

sometimes i see a pairing and think “maybe i shall contribute to this ship one time” and then it happens one time the end
this is so headcanon

it’s that time again, folks! davesprite crying, cussing, speaking in a southern accent, and rose doing what she does best (hint: it’s being rose lalonde)
And he sits there, hanging in the air like a ghost, his chest feeling like it’s about to crack under the weight of an ocean because he wants, so bad, to curl up around her, and brush her hair from her face, and smooth the stressful lines from her expression. Leaving her will be impossible if he doesn’t go soon. She is much too magnetic. She is the sun. Moon. Cosmos. She’s just Rose, which is just synonymous with those things.
chapter vii @ AO3