Dirk Strider
@beatboxingHeart
Half-Human, Half-Grimdark, Full-Problem. Transmale, 30, living in a bubble but not dead yet.
https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/da7756bf3468.png Art commissioned by cupid-tune !! INTRO POST !! ♡ This is a super canon divergent Dirk Strider. He's been active in the roleplaying community since 2012, so there's some growth and change to his character that a canon Dirk wouldn't experience. ♡ Dirk is sired to a horrorterror. He believes the safety of others depends on being in her favor (and he's not ENTIRELY wrong). He seeks further education on his craft through tarot, runes, and practicing the abilities he's gained from being a halfling. ♡ Dirk is physically different from his alts. While baseline he has the Dirk Prime look to him, he has little ink splotches all over his body. They're underneath his skin and will move when pressed on like a stimmy toy. Dirk is also missing his right arm from a fight he lost. His eyes are a honey-amber color, his skin is slightly tanned, and he has freckles over his face and below his eyes. He's 5'11'' but he'll tell you he's 6' even. ♡ Dirk is like if a jock was horror-aligned. Yes, he's watched and enjoyed Jersey Shore. Yes, he Gym/Tans/Laundry. Yes, he's stared into the abyss and the abyss stared back. ♡ I tag gore and emetophobia because both of those things are applicable when you play a guy who could pull off a very sickly squid cosplay. Ink is very prevalent and often comes out his mouth. ♡ Dirk is a transgender man who doesn't align with any specific sexuality or romantic format. In fact he'll often criticize labeling oneself as a limitation. ♡ Dirk is not always right. In fact, he's wrong fairly often. (He's also not always wrong.) Use your best judgement and allow your character to decipher whether or not you're being lied to. Chances are, Dirk believes what he says to be true. ♡ Dirk has an ESA. She's an older Borzoi named Rosalyn (Rosey). ♡ Dirk is afraid of zombies. Absolutely terrified by them. ♡ Dirk's favorite movie is Drive (2011) and he has seen it three times a week for the past 4 years. ♡ Dirk is filthy rich. He has no idea how much money his Bro left him but he has all the money. He gets weirded out of you don't just take it from him. ♡ Dirk seeks to be of value and meaning to the people around him. Brushing off attempts can ruin his mood. He often feels useless and over compensates to make sure that's not the reality. ♡ Dirk has a stuffed animal collection. ♡ Dirk is married to @affectionConsecrated and lives with her part time. Part time he's at his place with @caesarsArmament . ♡ Will update periodically as needed.
And I stubbed my toe right out of bed. If I wasn't as selflessly motivated as I am to prevent meaningless slaughter I'd take every sign as a warning not to pass Go.
My stomach is in several indistinguishable knots. All three fates took turns weaving in some impossibility into this nauseating stomach cruncher. Definitely not the backlash of bad water for once. #substances
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p9AflMMuTkc
@tenaciousTheologist @caesarsArmament If either of you are free tomorrow night, this is a formal invitation to the church of the damned. I'd extend the offer to anyone else familiar in the occult, but you would need references.
I'll be there.
I've invested in a robe for you, assuming you don't already have one. Which I'm wondering if I'm eating my words mentioning that.
There's no harm in adding another robe to the collection.
Uh…
I’m morbidly curious…
There was a mistake made and a few of my sire's most enthusiastic ghosts have reformed their cult. She's threatened to eat them all if they don't quit praying to her. My concern is her ability to differentiate while being as reactionary as terrors are, and I'm really not in the mood to watch her massacre our home. I've bargained some time to take care of it. We can all thank Dirk later for that. I need help with gathering information. Shmoozing with the members and getting to understand more about them. Charisma maxxing the crowd, basically. If I can avoid exposing my position, that'd be great. Otherwise I risk my Some Guy™ cosplay and that's the only thing holding me together.
… …okay, yeah I’ll get in on this. I’m gonna havwe to movwe an appointment though. You better appreciate wvhat a good friend I am.
It's shit taste to say it, but questioning my foresight into the fuckass realm of, "already done this," suggests you'd rather trial and error your way out of a buried coffin. Just watch Kill Bill, you don't have to bury yourself to know how to get out. This is all to say we should have started the cult. We absolutely beefed the opportunity. And now they're doing it on their own with their own formed hierarchy. That could have been us but it's always, "Dirk has no clue what he's doing." And never, "Holy fuck, Dirk is still alive in his 30s. What a cool dude. Maybe we should hear how the fuck he got here because this goes beyond all expectations." This meaningless rambling has me missing Hal. Contemplative of making a new artificially designed personality, but I don't know how well a ghost image capture of a brain who shares space with a literal horrorterror would go. #death #occult #justlittleterrorthings
Rosey graduates swim class on Tuesday. This adds the all mighty Swim Rescue Mutt certification to her pedigree. Considering signing her up for search and rescue next. Stack certifications on her until her net worth is higher than mine.
Fake cults are a logistical use of power not privy to either side of the moral spectrum. It's wild how if I can't get them to collectively agree that individual prayer is blasphemous, they will all die. The solution is to make a pyramid scheme out of a religion where the top focal point (me) is the only one allowed to speak to their Goddess (my sire). Otherwise she's already threatened to eat them, and I cannot help ghosts who vanish reality because they foolishly took a Horrorterror as some gracious benevolent being. Kicker is you tell people you're starting a cult (again) and they throw red flags on the playing field.
Once again the general public fails to meet the bar expectations. Referring to actual people as a singular of a version of themselves drives the nail of incompetence further into the board of disappointment on how nobody sees anyone as an individual. You're always going to be compared wafery to the shiniest Prime of your genosplice. No one has a brain big enough to compare alts without using terminology such as, "A ___." It feels belittling. It comes across small minded. Push yourself to do better.
got any suggestion's for better terminology? cause im friend's with karkat and rose and roxy and those people all have multiple selve's on here so
A Dirk st8ing this is crazy. Oh, whoops! Did I do the thing you don't like?
i managed 2 dodge this bullet by bringin back an ol nickname janey used 2 call me by :p
i guess? that seem's kinda clunky though.
If I self identified with all my splinters I would land face first in the misery pile last experienced pre-ejection. Separation from oneself from entirely dissimilar reality snaps is the first step in recognizing you. It's a hard swing to side by side myself to my alts. What did they do to deserve the insult? Share the same DNA strand? If being created is means enough for a malignant imprisonment to be chain ganged to the rest of yourself in other facets for eternity I'd want off that ride.
That used to be way more common than it is now. Everyone wants to be Prime. I added a second last name. Took the name of my sire. Then I got married and added a third. Mr Strider-Merren-Leijon over here.
I don't think so. Been doing it longer than this site has existed.
Day two of trickster shitnanigans and I'm plaguing my mind with the same queries that tormented the Tootsie pop kids when they beseeched Mr Owl. How many licks does it take for this JuJu to dissolve into something that is no longer my problem.
Fireworks postponed because someone decided to be a bad little fish.
Little?
Rosalyn chilling for #petsaturday https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/c39d219c0334.png
I have been practicing a fireworks display for a few months now. Leveled up from the shitty little fireworks I used to make. Considering hosting a watch party for it.
There is some kind of selfish pride in hearing the words, "My [title]." To claim enough association with me and to not be embarrassed or remorseful sounds like a setup for ulterior motives. Walk me down a dark hallway and at least I'd understand your intention. But stay proud of me? Wild. Absolute chaos fodder. It's like admitting you actually enjoy self-flagellation. "I enjoy the company of a man who I can't take to parties because he'll find a way to quietly ruin the night while stowed away in some random third floor bathroom." Maybe it sounds good on paper. Maybe it feels good. However, even if I am significantly more tolerable than I was in the previous months, I still can point out the most relieving strat would be not to find yourself being that close to me. An ego boost is only enjoyed for the moment, because the next is regret. Bypass the current input and run command on an emotional exit function.
Investing in a sleep mask and earplugs and maybe even a cpap. Fresh fit for the decrepit.
Watch a grown man dome a head of broccoli and mayo.
I’m watching.
Florets sprinkled like vegetarian glitter, glued to the edges of my face by a thick concoction of egg and oil. Abysmal. Like an endless cavern lined with incisors and spit, dragging its victim in with the gravitational pull of a black hole. There's a sullen familiarity when the only thing left behind after such vegnivourous carnage is it's core. Stripped, and bare. End scene.
My dirty talk sounds more like: "Are you going to eat that?" And, "The chase scene in Drive is realistically improbable but I bet there's a way to mod the engine of a Chevy so it can outrun a Rav4."
Irony comes to me in the form of staged grievances of her own control. I'm impressed we managed to transform the word "healthy" from a descriptor into an insult. If you're feinding for targeted communication and the object of desire is holding up his one fucking arm, stained with your curse, why are you cat smacking it down and closing the proverbial door? You cannot please all the Gods. In fact, this kind is notorious for being insatiable.
Bitches still love my tentacles arm. #nsfw
༊࿐ ✤ ⊹ ࣪ ˖ Goes dhis mean dhat dhe rumors about dhe alien peoples havingg oblongg meat progucts in dheir pants is incorrect, ang in fact dhe aliens go have proper tentacular reproguctive appengagges? ༊࿐ ✤ ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ༊࿐ ✤ ⊹ ࣪ ˖ #nsfw ༊࿐ ✤ ⊹ ࣪ ˖
The contents of my drawers are more of a vegan friendly variety so I can neither confirm nor deny whether your assumption is correct. However, I lost one of my arms in a fight and my sire, a horror terror, replaced it with three tendrils. Most days, it's a stump arm wrapped up. But trust in my confession, bitches love when I unwrap that package. #nsfw
༊࿐ ✤ ⊹ ࣪ ˖ Goes dhat mean you have four bulgges? ༊࿐ ✤ ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ༊࿐ ✤ ⊹ ࣪ ˖ #nsfW ༊࿐ ✤ ⊹ ࣪ ˖
The more I see those who are affiliated with The Other Gods the more I feel like I'm no longer the only stray representative.