I just love everything you draw, especially Dave and Tom. They're just too adorable! Speaking of, would it be too bold to ask to see toddler Tom and toddler Marco playing together, with a concerned Dave (and/or Raphael) watching in the background?
Thanks, that means alot !!!! Nah, Sounds like something perfect for the childhood friends au! :D
“You keep your kid safe your way, I keep mine safe my way…”
Someone please let Dave know human kids are harmless
A/N - So I had a Daveed dream the other night… and this is the result. Fluff to start, but it gets smutty later…
You lived for nights like these. Nights where neither you nor Daveed
had any pressing work to worry about, where you could just relax and enjoy spending
time together. With Daveed constantly adding things to his schedule, these
nights were becoming rarer and rarer, which made you enjoy them that much more.
It gave you a chance to reconnect, both as individuals and as a couple. You
both got a chance to unwind and decompress from your busy schedules. You were
an actress, and you’d been busy with your first big role in a play, so you
cherished any time that you got to just be yourself instead of the character
you portrayed. And Daveed, well, you could always sense a change in him as soon
as he got a night off. He had a laser focus when he was working, but when he got
a chance to relax, he seemed looser. More laid-back. More like the Daveed you’d
first met. You were proud of him, as any supportive partner would be, but you
also made sure that he took care of himself by insisting that he took time to
just step back and be. No work,
nothing. Just Daveed. That was enough. Fortunately for you, he listened as
often as he could. That was one of the many reasons you loved him. He liked to
keep busy, yes, but he was also good at keeping a level head, at not letting
his success get to him. He knew that he couldn’t work himself to exhaustion and
that you were only looking out for him.
“Y/N!” you heard Daveed hush at you. Quickly checking to make sure your wouldn’t miss your cue, you walked towards him, a smile pulling on your lips.
“What’s up?” you asked as you got closer.
He was in his Lafayette costume, and looked fine as hell. You really didn’t have to ask, because the second you saw his smirk, you knew.
Daveed didn’t even look for bystanders before pushing his lips to yours. He lifted your chin to have better access to your lips. You tried to hid your grin, but the feeling of his lips on yours made you feel so whole.
Snapping to reality, he lightly pushed your shoulders away, indicating for you to stop.
Instead, you pulled him closer and nipped at his lip. Daveed tried to stifle the soft groan he let escape, but you grinned against him and he knew he had been caught.
When he finally broke, you sighed, kind of pissed. You heard the opening notes of Stay Alive and turned on your heel and left.
“Wait, Y/N -“ he tried quietly.
“No. You know what, Daveed? I’m tired of being your secret. I’m tired of having to sneak around and -“ that was your cue. You rolled your eyes and stalked onstage, leaving Daveed feeling like a guilty mess.
At the end of the show, you were putting on a pair of sweats over your spandex when you heard a small knock on the door. It was Jasmine.
“Hey, Y/N! We’re doing a Ham4Ham and we need a few more singers, you down?” You really wanted to just go home, but the second Jasmine gave her puppy dog eyes, you were sunk.
“Perfect!” she said as agreed.
It was packed outside and Lin was trying to explain what was going on.
“Our very own Daveed Diggs is going to perform for us tonight!” You felt his eyes trail on you for a second longer.
Then the music started, and he was rapping. It wasn’t his usual police brutality and sex god rapping, it was sweet. You tried to catch all of the words, but the second your eyes met, you couldn’t hear a thing.
As he got closer to you, the end of the song approaching, you managed to get the last line:
“I couldn’t imagine loving anyone else but you.”
And in an instant, his lips were on yours and your body was flush against his. You tangled your hand in his hair while he pressed the small of your back, making you almost crumble right there and then.
When you finally pulled away, his smile was shining like the sun. Lin laughed, “Get a room! Goodnight everybody!”
The crowd roared as Daveed pulled you into a tight hug and kissed the top of your head.
“What was that about being a secret?” he teased.
You rolled your eyes, “You’re lucky I love you too, loser.“
During the first song of our last show in Chile, I managed to fall off a bit of staging. Something felt a bit funny in my leg, but i continued ‘dancing’ like a maniac as usual and we finished the show. it was only after the set ended i realized that my foot had swollen up to the size of a melon, but with toes poking out of it like little teets. drew and ed carried me to a hospital (see pic) and as it turns out i’d bloody broken my ankle! a ‘calcaneal fracture’ for you medics. So…i’m on crutches and a badass medical boot/cast thing for 8 weeks. hopefully by mid-June i’ll be back to nearly normal levels of climbing, kicking and ‘dancing’. until then, i may have to spend some time off my feet. BUT…we will not cancel any shows and i will still give all that i have every night. After initially being very bummed, i’m now incredibly excited by trying to find ways to make these coming dates special and at least as energetic as before, but in a different way. we have some cool ideas. other plus sides are: i’ve started work on the world’s first discoball medical boot. my crutches make me feel like a transformer. i get to build my own stage throne…well… i think the throne thing has been done… so we’ve had another plan that we’re starting work on today. we’ll unveil it soon. and… i’m going to deck out my wheelchair with hydraulics and spinners…maybe a fin. anyway…i wanted too tell everyone. before hobbling out on stage. i’m off to rehearse now… very excited for these shows…they will be wicked…drew ed and joe will do some extra dancing for me, and i hope you will too.
pairing: lin manuel miranda x reader, daveed diggs x reader
summary: Your cousin Anthony drags you along to one of his neighbor’s infamous parties with his girlfriend, keeping you from a night in. Mr. Miranda, the host, is a mysterious man, but that isn’t the part that gets to you.
warnings: cheating, mild swearing (wow that’s a first), angst. A N G S T. i literally cannot prepare you for how much angst is in this chapter.
a/n: Alright, so this took a painfully long time to get finished, but i really believe you’ll think it was worth the wait. There’s just so much going on in this part, so it was pretty difficult to keep organized. As always, thanks a million to @secretschuylersister for checking it out for me and @digging-daveed for making the story happen.
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can someone please give show me that Good roxy analysis or tell me about her arc and stuff bc shes the only one of the strilondes that i cant come up with an entire over complicated characterization of [*cough* and self projection *cough*] of and its like. the final missing piece
I know that your karkat is immune to the dreaded lollipop but what would he be like if he wasn't?
Hahah, he was immune in the trickster dave fic, but that was mostly because I could NOT figure out the logistics of both of them trickstering simultaneously and wanted to do something with the grey consent issue in the narrative AND really just wanted to have Karkat fully in control of his own faculties while Dave smothered him with unfiltered affection. So for convenience, mostly, not because I’m totally married to the headcanon that trolls don’t trickster. :D
I think trickster karkat would be really affectionate, sort of like Dave but with sharper edges. Dave is just a ball of pure fuzzy affection, he needs everyone he loves to know how much he loves them right now, with zero expectation of return on investment if that makes sense. Trickster Dave likes the affirmations when other people roll their eyes and are like yeah dave I love you too but what he really loves is being able to just express his own usually pent up affection freely without guilt or reservation or anything. He doesn’t care what he gets back (to a point, he’s not here for outright rejection), he’s just delighted to be able to sing his affection from the rooftops.
Karkat on the other hand DOES care about that return on investment. He wants people to know he cares but his purestrain happiness comes out of them telling him they love him back. He’d be all up in peope’s business fishing for compliments and fishing for affection and fishing for affirmation because he craves that stuff so much and is normally so locked down on allowing himself to express that need. I also think he’d just be really chatty about his observations on everyone else’s relationships and love lives, because he follows that stuff so closely but normally has enough of a filter to shut the fuck up. Trickster Karkat doesn’t care, he wants to gossip.
The two of them together create a god damn eternal feedback loop where dave is an endless fountain of affection and karkat is an eternal sponge for it, they’re disgusting, I love them. Thanks
Warnings/Triggers: Sexual Stuff (Dead Girl Walking)
Notes: Heathers cast is in this a tiny bit, Reader is Veronica Sawyer.
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Okay, Heathers and Hamilcast? In the words of Alexander Hamilton, Let’s go.
You were getting ready for your first rehearsal at the Eagle Theatre. You had been stressed learning lines and songs the past few days. You were excited for your first show. It wasn’t your first Broadway show ever, you did have four Tonys after all. But it was going to the first Heather’s performance on Broadway. You were Veronica Sawyer, and as awesome as it was, it came with a lot of stress. Your boyfriend, Daveed, was being as supportive as he could while working Hamilton.
“Y/N, are you going to rehearsal?” He said from the table as you were getting water. You nodded, quickly chugging half the bottle and stuffing another on in your bag. “Cool. It’s my day off, do you think I could watch?”
Your eyes widened as you looked up at him. You knew it wouldn’t be a problem, but Daveed tended to get… jealous.
“Well, yeah, but are you sure?” You said quickly.
“Yeah. It’ll be fun. I haven’t gotten to see you perform in a while.” You sighed, knowing you weren’t going to win this.
The ride to the theatre was a comfortable silence, Daveed was occasionally asking questions about the show. Luckily you arrived at the theatre just in time, rehearsal was just starting. Daveed had sat down in one the first few rows while you had gone to get your costume.
You walked onstage after “Big Fun” as the music started for “Dead Girl Walking”. So far, nothing had gone horribly and Daveed looked like he was having a good time.
You got the first few notes perfect, growing more confident as the song went on. You tried to ignore Daveed, who was actively staring at Ryan. You knew he might get jealous but this seemed a bit excessive.
Despite the stares, you went on with the song, getting the harmony perfect. After you finished, the cast deciding to break for an hour, at least to get food.
“So, was it alright?” You questioned. Daveed had decided to take you to a cafe down the street. You had spent the time talking about Hamilton and everything that had happened recently. Basically, you were avoiding “Dead Girl Walking”.
“Yeah, but did he need to have his hands all over you?” He said looking a bit dejected. He stared down on the table. Although he wouldn’t admit it, the look on his face spelled out ‘jealousy’.
“Well, that’s the choreography. Wait, don’t tell me you’re really that jealous.” You said smirking. He turned his head away.
“I know it’s just choreography, but still. I just—”
You quickly cut him off, “Daveed. You don’t have anything to worry about. Ryan and I are just friends.” You smiled and looked at him from across the table. He nodded smiling at you. He put his hand at the side of your face.
“I love you” He said. He leaned across and kissed you.
EVERYONE GIVE IT UP FOR AMERICAS FAVOURITE FIGHTING FRENCHMAN
hell yes it’s time for INKTOBER I’m not gonna mess it up this month woot woot
this is a combo of the official inktober prompt Swift and the MusInktober day one prompt Okay So We’re Doing This (first musical). While technically yes Hamilton was my first musical, guns and ships was not my first song. My first song was world was wide enough. It was for a lip sync. Wild.
Anyways I love daveed diggs you should too and happy inktober you fucks
Can I get a Daveed fic pls? 28 - Love confession alongside 28 - “If I kissed you right now, what would you do?”
“So Rafa tells me you’re pretty cool.” You smile as you approach the man standing by the dessert table. He’s tall and his hair hangs around his face in braided tresses. He wears a flat billed had with a circular tree symbol embellished on the front. He smiles as you speak to him, teeth showing bright behind his grin.
“And he could never begin to describe how pretty you are.” He replies smoothly, causing a blush to spread over your cheeks. “Daveed.” He holds out his hand, prompting you to shake and your name falls from your lips with barely a stutter as you do so.
“What would you do if I kissed you right now?” Daveed asks, speaking barely above the volume of his own breath.
The room had gone dark, the music ending with the lights and pumping air conditioning. By now, the alarmed yelling of the crowd around you had died down. The pitch blackness is only accompanied by quiet conversations while people wait for the power to return.
“I don’t know.” You reply truthfully. “Do it.” You dare, a shot of thrilling energy pumps through your veins and you wait a few seconds unsure of what he will do.
He follows your orders and you feel yourself floating from the ground, inflated by his lips against yours, defying gravity with merely a kiss.
“I love you.” You blurt. You don’t know how else, or when else to say it. You love him.
He stares at you for a moment, silent while he waits for his head to wrap around what you’ve just told him. You love him? Without a doubt, he knows what his response will be, but the words don’t come out of his mouth.
“You don’t have to say it back.” You begin, “I just… wanted you to know.”
“I love you.” He finally echoes you, declaring the words as a complete mirror of your own. “I love you too.” He repeats.
“Do you, Daveed Diggs, take Y/N L/N as your lawfully wedded spouse?”
“I do.” He slips the ring onto your finger, holding onto your hand a few seconds before dropping it.
“And do you, Y/N, take Daveed Diggs as your lawfully wedded spouse?”
“I do.” You feel tears streaming down your cheeks as you put the ring on his finger. You grin up at him excitedly, suddenly unsure whether or not you’re dreaming.
“You may kiss.” The officiant finishes decisively.
Your hand cups Daveed’s cheek as you kiss, and his scruff tickles your palm. With his hand securely against your lower back, he dips you and brings you back upright before finally breaking the kiss, a beam on his face that perfectly mirrors your own.
I guess this is kind of three situations but it was sorta the only way I could think to put them together. I hope you liked it!
UH FUCK ANY SPRITE STYLE WILL DO!! MAYBE YOUR HCS OR SOMETHIN!!! BC THEYRE FLEXIBLE AND MAYBE THE GUARDIANSTUCK KIDS?? THANKS DAVE ILY
TG: oh damn youre excited TG: HELLO EXCITED FRIEND I LOVE YOU TOO NO ROMO TG: so since your request was super loose im gonna give you some facts about my timelines beta crew (aka me and the lads) TG: specifically mainly nationalities heights and orientations TG: and then im gonna hit you up with some guardianstuck minisprites TG: also sorry if this gets long i have a tendency to ramble TG: WHOS READY
TG: THERES MY HOMEBOY TG: so johns like completely one hundred percent greek TG: hes so greek he even speaks greek hes so extra TG: uhhh hes five foot eight TG: he switches it around sometimes to four foot twenty and uhh i hate him TG: and hes biromantic and asexual TG: thats homeboy whos after him
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TG: thats RIGHT its jade TG: jades like almost fully polynesian with some english sprinkles on the top right TG: uh shes five foot seven TG: and shes pan everything TG: shes like completely pan she loves you all TG: okay so that was my crew TG: and the grand finale are your guardianstuck ministrifes here you go