#davetober

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Here’s a bambisona that was meant to be for Davetober but I didn’t finish him in time lol. His original name was Diadem but I realized that’s already a popular fnf characters name-

wizard boyo :)

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davetober day 10: cold

[image description: a digital drawing of niki nihachu and jack manifold. niki is a tan woman with faded peach colored hair and a salmon jacket. she's looking to the side, amused. jack is a taller, pale man with a heavily scarred face. he's wearing several layers, hunching his shoulders up to his ears, scowling slightly. end id]

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hey guys this year i made my own list of prompts for october. anyone can use them, it's fine.

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Davetober Day 1 - Cuddles

Crimeboys-centric because that’s all I ever write!

Also this is based off of/in the same world as my current fic-in-progress. (Vienna AU)

Shhhhh, I know it’s late. I’m not gonna be able to do all of them or even when I want to.

@davekrtzyy

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Cabin fever sucks, Wilbur––and probably Tommy, as well––decide.

It’s been five days the brothers have been stuck inside their hotel room. (And thank god it’s a hotel room with meals in the building, otherwise things would be a lot worse). The snow won’t stop falling and the wind won’t quit howling. Wilbur had thought it’d be great to spend a week or two in Sweden, but he failed to realize just how different the weather is here than in England or even the rest of Europe.

Tommy groans for the millionth time, “When the fuck is the weather gonna stop?”

It’s now far past the time they’d normally conk out but neither of them can sleep, despite the exhaustion tugging at their lids. Evidently, being stuck inside for so long can really activate a weird form of feverish insomnia.

“No clue,” Wilbur sighs, irritated the repeated question. He checks his computer, which he’d gladly been able to charge for a short time when the snow had eased in the early morning. “If I knew, I’d tell you.”

The blond rolls over and frees his face from smushing into the bed’s pillows. He doesn’t say anything, only yawns through an equally annoyed sigh and rubs his eyes.

Wilbur loads up one of the downloaded Mister Rogers’ Neighborhood episodes he has. He walks over to the bed and plonks himself down next to Tommy. Silently, the younger sees the screen, catching on to what’s going on, and moves to snuggle into his brother’s side. One of his arm loops around the older’s waist while his leg on the same side tangles with one of the brunette’s legs. He sinks comfortably into Wilbur’s fuzzy tan and white-striped jumper.

“Mr. Rogers? Again?”

“Don’t give me that shit,” the hickory-haired boy retorts with a weak smile. “I know you love Mr. Rogers.”

Tommy snorts but lets Wilbur snake his own arm around him and pull him closer as he hits ‘play’.

As expected, the golden blonde doesn’t get ten minutes in without being slowly lulled to sleep by the soft, caring voice. Wilbur’s gentle rubbing on his scalp pauses––only for a quick moment––when he hears evened out breathing.

“Ah,” he whispers, not meaning to say that out loud.

He smiles softly, squeezing the teen closer to his chest when a flare of protection fizzes in his chest. Tommy’s hand grabs his jumper tighter and he mumbles something slurred that his counterpart cant’ make out. In the waxy glow of the lamp and the dim light of the computer, he looks like he did seven years ago––a little kid, lost and alone but finally finding someone to return the smile on his face.

Wilbur’s tired and aching and feeling almost sick with being snowed-in, but he thinks this moment makes it just a little worth it.

[an1xcy]

Ok so I am participating in Davetober sooo @davekrtzyy

It was snowing.

Well- that much wasn’t a surprise, it was always snowing in Las Nevadas, or it was too cold. Quackity wrapped his jacket tighter around his frame, waiting at the gate in the cold, and for what? He sighed, watching his breath cloud up in the frosty air. They had planned to meet here. To talk. They had answers for him, they swore they didn’t abandon him.

He was going to try to listen.

He ignored the snowflakes beginning to coat his eyelashes as he sat down on the freezing stone wall. This was ridiculous, why was he waiting for them anyway? They don’t deserve him. They don’t deserve his forgiveness, and yet. He can’t help but feel that mindless hope.

Quackity always had been bad at letting go. Destined to fall in love, still to never be loved back, to trail after lost lovers like a lost puppy, it was a little pathetic honestly. He gritted his teeth, gold coating grinding against enamel, creating a familiar burning sensation.

It was late. He knew they weren’t coming. He should’ve known from the start, who had time for him? Who had time for talking with someone as abrasive and selfish as Quackity?

Yet Quackity still felt betrayal like a bullet wound.

[quitoollero]

#davetober2021 Day 25: Capcom It’s the last week to participate in an #octoberartchallenge and I’m kicking it off with @davecavedraws’ #davetober prompt list. Today’s prompt is #capcom and I decided to feature one of my favorite Capcom game franchises, Marvel vs. Capcom. Here’s Felicia and Wolverine from MvC2 - I dropped A LOT of quarters on this sucker back in the day! What’s your favorite Capcom game? #artchallenge #felicia #feliciadarkstalkers #logan #wolverine #xmen #marvel #videogameart #capcomfanart #marvelfanart #xmenfanart #darkstalkersfanart #feliciafanart #wolverinefanart #comicart #marvelvscapcom #marvelvscapcom2 #mvc2 #digitalillustration #digitalart #artistssupport_feature #artshoutout_gallery #yourartsupporter #das_4u #lovesupportartists #yeppart (at Waynesburg, Pennsylvania) https://www.instagram.com/p/CVdiR9RLvJK/?utm_medium=tumblr

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Davetober Day 1: Cuddles

Shhhhh, I know this is 2 days late

Davetober is by @davekrtzyy my beloved and this is my furry au because it gives me daily brain rot, I hope you enjoy!

Fuck the cold. Actually, fuck Tubbo. Just because he didn't hibernate didn't mean he had to build his village in the fucking tundra. 

Tommy drew Wilbur's jacket closer around himself, shaking as he fought off yawns. Coming out of the tunnel wet had really not helped the issue. His soaked fur weighed him down and the wind felt more chilling against his damp skin. It howled in his ears and numbed his nose. So much so that when he stumbled, he hadn't noticed the owner of the paw that scooped him up. 

He would have put up more of a fight but he was so cold...and the person was so warm… Before he knew it, Tommy was out like a light. 

He came to and the first thing he noticed was the chuffing. Short puffs of air followed by deep rumbles that shook down to his core. The second was exactly who was chuffing. 

A large, furred arm was wrapped around his back. A striped arm. There was only one striped cat on this fucking server. Fucking Ranboo. The raccoon poked his head out of the warm, thick fur and glanced around. 

He was definitely in Tubbo's house at Snowchester, said teen sat just a few meters away, Micheal in his lap. The piglet was asleep, leaning against his father's chest. Tommy would have cooed but he had more important things right now. 

"Tubbo!" He hissed at his best friend, not wanting to wake the sleeping tiger. The goat looked up and gave him the most shit-eating fucking grin Tommy had ever seen. 

"Comfy?" Tubbo mouthed at him. Tommy violently shook his head, mouthing back.

"Free me now, dickhead." Tubbo's grin widened and he shook his head before holding up his communicator. Fuck, he had blackmail! Tommy let out a screech, trying to launch himself towards his friend but the limb around him tightened around his stomach. 

Putting his hands on Ranboo's forearm, he twisted around to face the cat only to be met with the bright blue of Ranboo's open eye. He must have woken up at some point during his and Tubbo's argument. Once he saw that Tommy had noticed, Ranboo let out another little chuff, eyes squinting. The bastard was fucking enjoying his suffering, how dare he?! 

Tommy whipped his head back round to Tubbo, hearing the goat stifle a laugh, and let out a low hiss. Ranboo let out a quiet laugh of his own; Tommy could feel it through his whole body. He also felt the paw that came up to scratch gently at that one spot behind his ear and the subsequent purring bubbling through the hiss. 

How fucking dare they!? He was Tommyinnit, the biggest man, haver of wives, and he...was actually very comfortable. 

He flopped back into Ranboo's chest with a yawn, lazily scowling at Tubbo the traitor. Alright, maybe he could nap a little longer. 

[caustic-synishade]

this is basically marktober/davetober for me right now

[irl-futaba]

davetober day 26,, but its the entire month.

just everyday is bees cause i wanna annoy dave

el oh el

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davetober day 3: diner

so, i wasn't really sure what to do with this prompt but one of my friends made a joke about big eye diner and i lost my shit

[image description: a digital drawing of keralis, tango and bdubs in a diner. keralis is a man with short hair and slight scruff, as well as massive eyes. he is standing behind the cash register, staring blankly at the viewer. though a window, tango can be seen squinting at an order. he's a burly man with round sunglasses and a mullet. there's an arrow pointed to him labelled "can't read w/ sunglasses on". behind him, bdubs stands mortified, a flaming skillet in his hands. end id]

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davetober day 8: stars

just in time for smajor appreciation day

[image description: a digital drawing of scott smajor from the origins smp. he's a white man with pointed ears and bright purple eyes. he has a purple blush and star freckles. he's smirking at the viewer, holding up a hand and flaunting his wedding ring. the background is black. end id]

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davetober day one: cuddles

here have some mother son bonding.

[image description: a digital drawing of kristin and ghostbur. kristin is a fat woman with a skull for a head. she's dressed in a victorian mourning gown and a sun hat. large vulture wings can be seen behind her. she is cradling ghostbur, a thin man with curly hair, pointy ears and blank eyes. he is crying and curling up to her. they are in a field of poppies. end id]

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Yea idk why I’ve been working in batches of two lately but yeah!! Some more boyos for davetober

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davetober day 7: karaoke

girls night

[image description: a digital drawing of minx and puffy. minx is on the left, dressed in a crop top and miniskirt. she's a demon lady with long hair and tall horns. she's looking at puffy with a smile, holding a microphone. puffy is singing with her mouth open, leaning forward. she's a ram hybrid with curly hair and pirate clothes. end id]

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davetober day 3: pets

sorry this is late, have a sbeve

[image description: a digital drawing of technoblade and steve the polar bear. technoblade is a large pale boar hybrid with curly brown hair and glasses. his left eye is red, but his right eye is emerald and the skin around it golden. he's dressed in a rose colored sweater and rings. he's pulling his head back and trying to shove steve away, but he's smiling slightly. end id]

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davetober day four: computer

it's just a little guy!

[image description: a traditional drawing of grumbot. it's a small robot with a television head with a moustache and antennae. he's dressed in a sweater and overalls, and is waving. it has a flower crown. end id]