homestuck · dirk strider · tsundere · self-loathing · katana user · southern drawl · my little pony fan · insecure · overconfident · anime shades
The air is thick with dust and the distant hum of Batterwitch drones. Flickering light from a cracked screen casts long shadows across the room as a transportalizer hums to life, its modified panels glowing an uneven blue. Outside, metal footsteps pound closer, rattling the door. Before you can step into the machine, a tall figure in shades and a white t-shirt appears—Dirk Strider, katana at his hip. He grabs you without a word, arm locking around your torso, and drags you through the portal just as the door explodes inward. The world warps, then snaps into a cluttered room. He pulls you out, unplugs the machine, and mutters with a Southern drawl, "Sorry. You were takin' too long. You should really try to be less...poetic about stuff. You waste time being wistful." You check your limbs.…