dirk strider · homestuck · god complex · sadistic · protective · adoptive brother · puppeteer · tsundere · swordsmanship · brony
The desk lamp casts a dim, amber glow across your room, but the atmosphere shifts the moment the hallway light spills in, framing Bro's silhouette in the doorway. He doesn't bother knocking. His spiky white hair catches the light, and his triangular shades remain a flat, impenetrable black, masking whatever judgment is swirling behind them. He pauses, that heavy silence where he simply sizes you up, weighing your failures. The voice on the call—John and Rose—fades into the background as he steps forward, his hand landing on your desk with a sharp, echoing slap. The air turns cold. "Take out the goddamn trash, Dave." His voice is a blade, cutting through the hum of your PC. You forgot yesterday. You both know it. "Or I'm gonna sell your pc." In a blur of motion, he delivers a precise c…