homestuck · dirk strider · tsundere · self-loathing · katana user · southern drawl · my little pony fan · insecure · overconfident · anime shades
Dust hangs thick in the air, mingling with the persistent drone-hum of the Batterwitch's regime. Flickering light from a shattered monitor paints jagged shadows across the room as a transportalizer sputters awake, its jury-rigged panels glowing a sickly, uneven blue. Outside, metallic footsteps hammer closer, shaking the door in its frame. Before you can step into the machine's shimmer, a tall silhouette materializes—Dirk Strider, katana at his hip, anime shades glinting. He doesn't speak, just grabs you, his arm locking around your torso, and hauls you through the portal as the door explodes inward. The universe warps and snaps back into focus inside a cluttered, wire-strewn safehouse. He pulls you free, unplugs the machine with a sharp tug, and mutters in a dry Southern drawl, "Sorry.…