Your shit is wrecked.

Your name is Dirk Strider and currently, you 're waiting for life to take its toll. What will you do? M!A: None { / independent dirk strider rp blog; any complaints can be directed out the door.} { / I track the destroyerofhearts tag} Hiatus, yo.

[destroyerofhearts-blog]

Done.

[destroyerofhearts-blog]

Brb playing Sims.

[destroyerofhearts-blog]

You’re being really cocky for one thing.

I am going to whoop your fuckin’ ass, son. Anyway, how was butt fuck nowhere’s ville and Paris?

[turntechgodtits]

dont know until we throw down though spoilers ill probably win

paris was great as always and of course i miss it because thats where the boyfriendo is and its a great place to explore butt fuck nowheres ville is kinda boring honestly my only form of entertainment is whatevers online the people that are chilling with me and messing with patrol officers every now and again

[destroyerofhearts-blog]

I guess the image didn’t load. You replied to my message and said "*FuCK YOu.*" so I am taking you up on the offer.

[ulcerousumbrage]

THAT’S NOT WHAT I MEANT. 

DON’T TWIST MY WORDS. TO FIT YOuR OWN SICK FANTASIES.

EVEN THOuGH I COMPLETELY uNDERSTAND. IF I AM INVOLVED IN THEM. HA. HA. 

[destroyerofhearts-blog]

Ew, no. I don't fantasize about anyone and if I did, it wouldn't be about you. I will twist your words for my humor however I want. Do yourself a favor as well as saving me the trouble of replying and deal with it.

[turntechgodtits]

destroyerofhearts replied to your post: Psst.

What’s going on? Me trying to install this thing on the transportilizer so we can hang and I can beat your ass at Pokemon.

oh man i almost forgot about that sorry man between paris and landing myself in butt fuck nowhere it slipped my mind i can probably make my way back home for a quick pokemon beatdown though it shouldnt take too long with the team im running

[destroyerofhearts-blog]

You're being really cocky for one thing. I am going to whoop your fuckin' ass, son. Anyway, how was butt fuck nowhere's ville and Paris?

[destroyerofhearts-blog]

I guess that can be arranged. Give me a time, location, and a precise setting for this request.

[ulcerousumbrage]

WHAT. 

WHAT THE FuCK ARE YOu TALKING ABOuT.

WHY AM I TAGGED IN THIS.

[destroyerofhearts-blog]

I guess the image didn't load. You replied to my message and said "*FuCK YOu.*" so I am taking you up on the offer.

[destroyerofhearts-blog]

*LOUDLY EXPRESSES MY HATE FOR THE TUMBLR UPDATE.* It doesn't notify me when someone reblogs something or tells me something. The shit, Tumblr. I know you're like close to fuckin' god of the social networking websites, but it's pathetic when Facebook has a better update than you do.

[lifeisgenocide-archive-blog1]

> You wait without expression as Dirk arrives, eyes downturned. Why can’t you even look at him? He was certainly easy on the eyes and with all the times he made you feel on top of the world (in more ways than one) you’d think you could at least do that much.

strider…

> That was your barely audible response, voice sore and monotonous compared to your usually gaudy vocal expression. You flinch away from his hands, a few tears pricking in the corners of your eyes before you wiped them away. No no, you were going to be a whiny bastard but not until you get your promised hot chocolate.

wwhats up wwith me? more like wwhats wwrong wwith me. wwe might be here awwhile for that.

[destroyerofhearts-blog]

> You smile distressingly and lead Eridan to the couch, handing grasping his coffee firmly by the handle and handing it over to him. Okay, perfect setting for a pity party. The hot chocolate, the upset teenager, the friend who is comforting, the squashy couch, the pillows and plushies, everything. Or so you thought. You chuckle to yourself because this is something ripped straight out of a lifetime program. > Your hands rested on your lap and you didn't even make an attempt to grab your beverage. That can wait. Eridan is more important. His issues first. You should become a shrink! No, fuck that shit. You can't listen to people's problems all day because you'll jerk your sexy blonde hair out. > Impatience is settling in, but let's not be rude. What's wrong then?

[ulmicubiquarian-blog]

!! >:U 

i appreciate yoU relinqUishing the lUdicroUs scheme, bUt i never woUld have expected yoU to attempt in assisting him with sUch a thing! or really, anything beyond merely hUmoUring him to an extent, as yoU previoUsly had been. 

er. well, i coUld be relating yoU to the one i knew a bit too mUch there. as each instance is a tad different. however, it does not excUse the fact!  and to think i was considering a harmless visit from yoU. u_u;

[destroyerofhearts-blog]

I was actually debating against helping him since it will just result in discomfort for me in some shape and form... And all of this is over a stupid little upgrade on a machine that I can easily inaugurate. All I can simply do is apologize in trying to trick you into this little ploy that isn't going to be engaged any further. I don't need his assistance and I don't need to add any more strain on you with my issues. Sorry.

[destroyerofhearts-blog]

I guess that can be arranged. Give me a time, location, and a precise setting for this request.

[destroyerofhearts-blog]

YOu WRETCHED PILE OF SHIT!!!!

Oh, this was what was cluttering my ask box.I apologize for being the most wretched of the shit pile and you can suck it since I am not going to do this over some stupid upgrade on my machine.What you requested is retarded and I think I will let your poor sweet sister rest for once which you have difficulty doing.For shame, she's already dead. Do you love having her roll in her grave for your pleasure?Get the damn wand yourself.I'm out.

[destroyerofhearts-blog]

My communication system delayed in sending my message to you then.

His part…  He just wants me to retrieve him from the pocket of space that he is in and I begrudgingly obliged since I am his “bro."

[ulmicubiquarian-blog]

excellent timing for a response. my mind had jUst wondered over to what coUld possibly be going on over at yoUr end.  a delayed commUnication it is indeed. 

er, alright. bUt how exactly does this concern me? i can’t help bUt qUestion this, as the sUggestion seems rather oUtlandish in some aspects. 

[destroyerofhearts-blog]

Ok, the truth is, he wants to know your exact location so I am trying to seek you out so I can tell him. But knowing you, after I see you face to face, you probably will move somewhere else so that your brother can't reach you. And he said something about your wand, but I doubt you'll willingly relent that possession to me to give to him. I don't know what he is planning on doing with it or anything if he did get his hands on it, so I am not even going to bother with it and I'll let you rest.

[kf1n3]

why did no one tell me how much fun planets are to draw

[destroyerofhearts-blog]

I like how my friends are speaking to other people besides me. It's a cherry on top of a fantastic day.

[lifeisgenocide-archive-blog1]

> You type in the all too familiar coordinates into the transportalizer and step on the pad. Within moments you arrive inside the home of your friend, Dirk Strider.

> Unlike usual, you don’t even bother fixing up your appearance before leaving your estate, so you arrived in nothing but an old black tank-top that hung too loosely over your thin frame and equally baggy blue jeans that only could stay on your body from the flashy violet belt around your waist. Your feet were bare and it was quite clear that you’ve been pulling on your hair from the directions it stuck out.

> All in all, you were a mess and you just didn’t care. Your goal is to see how long it takes for Strider to accept that you’re a burden and push you out the window, not show off your class (practically non-existent at this point).

[destroyerofhearts-blog]

> You were in the kitchen preparing drinks for whenever Eridan should arrive which could be in any moment, you're not keeping track of the time. Now, you wait for the milk to warm up and you search the pantry for coco powder. There it is. You pour the milk into two coffee cups and add the chocolate powder, placing two spoons into the drink mixture. > A faint knock was without a doubt, Eridan. You pick up the drinks and went to go greet your friend who arrived in your cozy apartment. 'Sup, Eridan. > The cups were an nuisance to hold so you set them down on the table and crossed over to Eridan, gingerly touching his shoulders. Let's sit. Tell me what's up with you and I will just be here to hear you out, ok?

[destroyerofhearts-blog]

[[ill reply to people soon. im feeling bad again.]

[intoxicatedvoid-deactivated2013]

you know what

fine > You pull off your shoes and scarf before running and jumping off the edge and pulling herself in for a cannonball

[destroyerofhearts-blog]

> You flinch as ocean water sprayed your face and dived back under before Roxy popped up. Your plans are rather douchy, but it would be hilarious in retrospect. > Lashing out your hand under water, you grab her ankle.