Domter Co. Read Homestuck: Season 2 (Kids)
JoSkull for Dave Strider
Dave hides everything he says behind layers of irony and sarcasm, so sound as confident and full of yourself as possible.
"He is obsessed with being cool, which manifests itself in his unceasing pursuit of new ironic depths. Dave is introduced to readers as a "really cool dude", which is shown throughout the early acts of the story. He jeers at John's inability to set up his Fetch Modus when John asks him for help and berates John's interests constantly. But despite the indifferent front he puts up, Dave cares about his friends. Dave, despite all of his joking around seems to always take things generally seriously if needed, which also leads him to surpress any other emotion so they don't get in his way."
For inspiration, check out Matt Watson and his rap (TW: Comedic In**st)
- english
- male teen
- male young adult
- animation/character
- fandub
- narration
- american
- animation
- general
- internet
[You're making fun of a jerk.] bro look in my eyes. that twinkle. that be DEVOTION. you herniated pro wrestlers sweaty purple taint. sparklin like a visit from your fairy fuckin godmother. shit be PURE AND TRUE. thats what you see. a kaleidoscopic supernova of all your hopes and dreams all swishin together. radially effevescing arms of more little boy peckers than you can imagine. turning out insane corkscrew haymakers of a billion dancing vienna sausages strong. this is how we do this .this shits more real than kraft mayo
[A rap]alright. weird but alright. you sound wound up. but my gears are airtight. steer clear a the seer and the knight if youre scared of unfair fights. youll drop like the staircase impaired, seein em spareds a fair fuckin rare sight. for poor eyes like that millionaire whos pockets i mocked earlier. hes paradoxically me but richer and surlier. broke as his sword before his stock picks skyrocketed. worth more than all the chests lockpicked and gold croc bricks and boonbucks i pickpocketed. fillin folios with millions im milkin to pad out my pockets. more chock full than sad trollian villains cloggin my blocklist. so thoughtful to popul--ate my slate with propositions to copulate to a spate of hemoerotic hotpix. which i posit you got shit of that nature in spades. as my shades got you locked in. spyin a guy whos eyed more cocks and dicks than i got clocks and they got ticks
[Finally opening up to someone, the layers of confidence and irony gone.] i dunno why my friends got to have adults around who cared about them. why did i get such a raw cut of the asshole deck. and why did it take me so long to figure that out. and like hes dead now so thats that. so all thats left to do is look back and try to put the pieces together of my first 13 years. and all i can think is what the fuck WAS that?!. i dont come away with the impression i used to try convincing myself of, that he was like "mysterious" or "stern" or "aloof". the only feeling left is this insane impression that i was raised by somebody who fuckin HATED me. and the whole act of even "raising a child" was some totally fucked up game to him. like parenthood was one of the highest tiers of irony in his solemn bullshit bro-ninja code. so he went through those motions and did whatever he thought was "funny" or "badass". but under that weird stylistic and totally sociopathic approach to parenting i cant even IMAGINE there was any emotion toward me other than some sort of loathing
