#grimdark dirk

Been a while. Grimdark Dirk.

If Dirk were to ever go grimdark than it would force Hal into being the of voice of reason, something he rarely takes seriously.

Like daughter, like father.

some swap redraws

It’s so *freeing* to just not give a fuck. 

To throw yourself into the pit and let go, propped up on writhing tentacles of flames. Power, far beyond even your cultivated badassery, overflowing, crackling out from the humblest of pinky fingers, dark lightning wrapping and warping around the hilt of your sword as it’s buried in the corpse of what was once your friend. The clock tolls Just as you pull the blade free, the red blood that once belonged to the maid of life dripping down the edge to makes careless splatters on the cell floor as you flick the edge to clean it.

"Dirk--That was--Jane--” 

You turn to your boyfriend in his ridiculously short tights and give him a blinding smile, lips pulled back to show off the bright fangs in your ashen face. 

“Jane wouldn’t have touched you.” 

You pluck the tiara from her head, and place it on your own.

I’m coming for you. You tell the presence on the other end.

It laughs at you.

You reach for the power you took from the gods. Took from and made it your own. The tiaratop sparks and bursts into black flames. Falling to pieces around you.