ˢᶤᶜᵏ ᵒᶠ ᵐʸˢᵉˡᶠ

► Name ➔ Dirk Strider ► Are you single ➔ Yes. ► Are you happy ➔  Honestly? I’m getting there. ► Are you angry? ➔ Sometimes. ► Are your parents still married ➔ Ectobiology, etc. etc.

NINE FACTS

► Birth Place ➔ Texas, kinda. ► Hair Color ➔ Light blonde. Dying it soon, though. ► Eye Color ➔ Orange. ► Birthday ➔ Complicated and not important. ► Mood ➔ Hesitantly hopeful and entirely grateful. ► Gender ➔ Male. ► Summer or winter ➔ Winter. ► Morning or afternoon ➔ Afternoon, though night is the real answer.

EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE

► Are you in love ➔ Trying to be honest and less dodgy so... yeah. ► Do you believe in love at first sight ➔ Kind of. ► Who ended your last relationship ➔ Well, technically I did. But at the end of the day I’m entirely positive that he was never actually interested in our relationship in the first place. In a way, he ended it before it began and then I bullied him into continuing anyway. So, the final verdict is; there really was never a relationship to begin with. ► Have you ever broken someone’s heart ➔ Yes. In fact, I break her heart every moment I don’t like girls. ► Are you afraid of commitments ➔ I love the idea of committing, but any sane person is at least a little afraid. ► Have you hugged someone within the last week? ➔ No, but after realizing @sickrhyme hasn’t either I might change that for both of us. ► Have you ever had a secret admirer ➔ Yes. Though it was a poorly kept secret. ► Have you ever broken your own heart? ➔ Yes. Splinter, splinter, splinter. Lmao.

SIX CHOICES

► Love or lust ➔ Love. ► Lemonade or iced tea ➔ Flat soda. ► Cats or Dogs ➔ Cats, but I love dogs as well. ► A few best friends or many regular friends ➔ A few bests. ► Wild night out or romantic night in ➔ Depends on the night. ► Day or night ➔ Night.

FOUR HAVE YOU EVERS

► Been caught sneaking out ➔ Always alone. Doesn’t matter. ► Fallen down/up the stairs ➔ I warned you, bro. ► Wanted something/someone so badly it hurt? ➔ Yes. I wanted him so bad that it hurt worse than any physical pain. And now it might be happening all over again. ► Wanted to disappear ➔ Of course. We all do.

FIVE PREFERENCES

► Smile or eyes ➔ Smile. ► Fat or skinny ➔ Bad question, try a new one. ► Shorter or Taller ➔ Typically taller is nice, but it doesn’t REALLY matter. ► Intelligence or Attraction ➔ Hmm... complicated. Charm. That’s my answer. But intelligence, too. ► Hook-up or Relationship ➔ Relationship.

FAMILY

► Do you and your family get along  ➔ Dave is my brother and if you hurt him you die. ► Would you say you have a “messed up life” ➔ Yes, I’d say so. But in a way most of us do, and there’s nothing we can do to change that. ► Have you ever ran away from home ➔ Doesn’t matter. ► Have you ever gotten kicked out ➔  Doesn’t matter.

FRIENDS

► Do you secretly hate one of your friends ➔ No. ► Do you consider all of your friends good friends ➔ I do, yes. ► Who is your best friend ➔  Hard one to answer. Roxy and Tavros are really the ones I’d consider “best” friends. ► Who knows everything about you ➔ Roxy knows the most but... no.

Tagged by: @sickrhyme

Replies and Starters will be getting done on these days;

Monday: Dirk

Tuesday: Jake

Wednesday: Dad

Thursday: Karkat

Friday: (not remade yet) Ludo

  a  tired  smile  rested  on  dirk’s  face  as  his  eyes  remained  fixated  from  behind  his  shades  on  his  phone  and  on  the  wonderful  conversation  that  he  was  having  with  a  dear  friend.  well,  it  was  not  exactly  accurate  to  call  him  a  “deer”  friend-  he  was  more  of  a  bull  friend,  one  that  dirk  could  have  never  predicted  would  enter  his  life  and  leave  sunshine  in  his  wake.  there  was  a  charm  to  his  awkward  bumbling,  a  natural  instinct  to  protect  would  fill  dirk  to  the  brim-  but  in  the  end  he  would  lower  his  sword  as  he  realized  that  this  bull  was  strong.  tavros  was  strong,  and  he  was  capable…  and  he  was  entirely  unaware  and  unconvinced  of  this  fact.  low  self-esteem  would  ruminate  within  him  from  childhood  to  now  as  the  voice  of  a  very  cruel  spider  would  sing  mocking  nursery  rhymes  in  his  head  for  a  very,  very  long  time.  and  like  that  spider,  dirk  would  wrestle  with  something  too,  something  that  was  hard  to  fight  as  it  was  always  fighting  back.  himself. and  yet  he  found  that  maybe  he  wasn’t  so  bad  when  he  was  with  tavros.  all  that  self  doubt  would  fade  into  non-existence,  all  that  sickness  inside  of  him  would  suddenly  be  cured-  and  the  bull  was  his  medicine.  long  days  of  rapping  and  writing  together,  and  long  nights  of  playing  fiduspawn  would  play  back  in  his  head  even  when  they  weren’t  together.  and  when  they  weren’t  together,  they  were  often  speaking  through  their  phones  together.  exchanges  of  jokes  and  conversations  of  shared  interests.  well,  sometimes,  dirk  would  let  tavros  ramble  about  his  own  interests.  he  loved  how  tavros  would  light  up. he  loved  just  about  everything  that  tavros  did  and  was.  from  his  stumbling  to  his  bumbling,  from  his  animal  love  to  his  awkward,  crooked  grin,  from  his  eyes  to  his  horns  to  - oh  no.