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“Everything is connected. Nothing is also connected.”

a private + selective rp account for dirk gently from dirk gently’s holistic detective agency (2016)

written by sam

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hereticalmother:

Even inquisitive near death, she cycles through questions in her mind. ’Who’ hasn’t yielded any useful answers. She wonders how he got here, how he even found the isolated desert town. She wonders why he was seeking it out, or what he was seeking instead that left him lost here. She wonders what he thinks he’s going to help with.

It all plays on the tip of her tongue until she comes to the conclusion that none of it will yield more relevant answers than her first question did. Facts have no home in chaos; they hang aimless in the air. She could ask a million questions and come no closer to the truth.

It seems he hasn’t yet come to a similar conclusion; He’s still asking questions. She is nothing if not eager to lure the stranger into a false sense of security. She’ll cooperate. She props herself up on shaky arms, snatches the bottle out of his hand. How long has it been since she’s had anything to drink? Better yet, how long has she been unconscious for? She gulps water down until the bottle is entirely empty, only then regaining eye contact, only then responding.

“The birth of the antichrist. The apocalypse.”

Dirk scrunched up his face in disbelief. “Seems like the world is a bit... un-ended for that, doesn’t it, though? I’m still here, perfectly fine. Though from the mess left here I can see why you would believe it. There’s corpses literally everywhere. I think if you don’t want to join them, we should get out of here.”

Without waiting for an answer, Dirk crouched down next to her and hovered his hands over her, trying to help her to a sitting up position without actually touching the dirty, strange woman. “I have more water at my car. We’ll have to go back to town to get food.”

Whatever this “apocalypse” was, Dirk was probably meant to find this woman. She was the reason he was brought here. At least, he wanted to believe that, so he could get out as soon as possible. “As I said, my name is Dirk. Do you have a name or should I invent something to call you?’”

#hereticalmother #v. outlast

hereticalmother:

Every muscle of her body throbs with merciless heat; bone deep agony and the unrelenting desert sun. She can’t pinpoint the pain; it radiates in a way that leaves each inry melting into the next. The pain means she’s alive. The pain means she’s survived.

Eyes flutter open; she can feel him behind her, subtle movement in the air. She doesn’t yet identify him as human; likely a coyote or other predator, looking to feast on dead meat. She rolls to view her would-be assailant. The sight of him, body heaving with sickness and deep pink sunburn already crawling up the back of his neck, is a reminder that the only predator here is her.

He’s let his guard down. She could lunge. She could tear his throat out with one swift motion. But, even the thought of it reminds her of how heavy her limbs feel. She closes her eyes, just for a moment. The world is spinning. Eyes remained closed. He isn’t a threat. “Who are you?”

Dirk shrieks, a little bit, when what he previously thought was a corpse suddenly speaks to him. He barely avoids falling into his own sick. He makes up for it quickly though. “I’m Dirk Gently,” he says, chipper, “I’m a holistic detective by trade. I’m here on a case. Not that I know exactly what the case is yet, but Ihave a feeling you just may be my client and we don’t even know it yet. Given your condition, we’ll discuss payment plans much later, once we figure out, of course, what I’m actually here to be doing for you.”

A little belatedly, maybe, Dirk realized how banged up the poor soul was. She was covered in injuries. Her dress was torn and burned up. Dirk wasn’t surprised he’d thought she was dead, given the condition she was in. “Oh, dear,” said Dirk. He creeped forward, holding out the water bottle like it might explode and hurt both of them. “You look a sight. Can you tell me what the hell even happened here?”

#v. outlast #hereticalmother

@hereticalmother

Dirk knew, somehow, that he was needed in the Painted Desert, but he wasn’t exactly dressed for the occasion. He’d foolishly kept his normal attire of skinny trousers, a shirt and tie, and a bright green jacket. By the time his rented Jeep brought him to any kind of civilization, he’d shed the jacket and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, but he was still way overheated. His hair was messy with sweat and he felt entirely unsuited for anyone to see him.

At least he’d brought a lot of water. He’d been responsible enough to do that, having seen a lot of cartoons set in the desert as a child. He wished he’d thought to bring food too. His stomach was growling and he was wondering if he’d have to try to figure out how to grill cactus for dinner. As he pulled up to the buildings he’d seen in the distance, he grabbed another full water bottle from the pack he’d brought. He kept it with him as he got out of the Jeep.

The place stank of fire and death. Dirk didn’t want to get out of the safety of his vehicle and hesitated before going into the village, hovering near the door before he managed to gather up the courage. He knew he needed to. He didn’t know why he needed to, but then, he rarely did. He pushed himself to go into the burned village.

It wasn’t long before he ran across the first body. Then another, then another. It was filled with dead people everywhere. What the hell had happened here? Dirk veered in a random direction to throw up all the water he had drank. A body lay in the shade near him, turned away from him.

#v. outlast #hereticalmother

dorks-unsolved

okay so, that scene in the beginning of s1, where dirk imagines jamming out with todd and amanda? i have some feELINGs about that scene. ‘cause. he’s so happy. he’s excited, you can see it in his face (thank you samuel). it is the first time dirk finally - after years and years of being alone - has an actual person to imagine being friends with. like, he himself told himself that todd’s gonna be his best friend so it’s gotta be true [which is i think also kind of part of the reason why he didn’s say anything about the future them to todd] and he lets himself imagine what it’s gonna be like, how great their friendship is gonna be, how much fun they’re gonna have. FINALLY. just look at how he sees todd react to him - smiling, accepting, and looking at him just as fond as he looks at amanda. but dirk is also impatient ‘cause they are not there yet. he’s literally a stranger to todd and you can see how hurt he is in the next scene when todd pushes him away from amanda.

sexy-psycho-killer

I never considered that the reason why Dirk is so happy and open and unfiltered with Todd is because his future self literally TOLD him that Todd was his best friend, so no matter what he does, the future is that they will be friends

dustlines

I often wonder how much of Dirk’s decision to wear bright and kinda fancy clothes in season 1 was partly an effort to impress the friend he knew he was going to make. He did already have the yellow jacket, because it can be seen draped over a nearby chair in the opening scene when he wakes up and recieves the phone call from Patrick Spring, but when Dirk actually shows up at the hotel to meet up with him, Dirk’s just wearing a plain black hoodie over a white button-up with no tie: a far more casual and kind of… almost sad?? outfit?? Like it’s the kind of thing you wear when you’re desperately seeking comfort, and all you’ve got is yourself to give it to you.

At minimum, Dirk’s clothes in that scene are not the kind of clothes a person wears when they’re attempting to look professional and dependable in front of someone who’s hired them (which has no bearing on actual ability to be professional or dependable, of course! I am merely saying that if someone is TRYING to look impressive, that’s not a typical outfit they would go for.), so it seems reasonable to assume that, at that point, Dirk wasn’t feeling motivated enough to feel able to impress someone.

Then magically he gets told he’s going to have a friend, and his style and regard for his own appearance SKYROCKETS. Dirk’s been waiting for a friend his whole life, and he was pulling all the stops to hope that friend would like him back, including trying to impress him, if he could, by looking nice and fun and happy.

I do think Dirk liked bright colors already, and I think his style IS his own style, but I also think knowing he had something to look forward to gave him a lot more dedication to it, and bravery in being bold with it, instead of hiding in plain, muted clothes.

Maybe I’m imagining it, but he also seemed kind of… deflated… in his posture, when we saw him climbing the stairs of the hotel to meet with Patrick Spring. It’s hard to judge that moment entirely because it’s just a few seconds of seeing him inside his own head before he looks up and gets startled by a man wearing a gorilla mask and everything that followed, but my personal theory is that Dirk, the detective Patrick Spring hired to investigate Patrick Spring’s own death, is WAY different than the Dirk who Dirk allowed Todd to see afterwards.

Also noteworthy, the Rowdy 3 had been following Dirk for a while at that point, and they COULD follow him because they can track fear. It follows from the above that Dirk, pre-any hope of having a friend, was a sad, scared person who wore clothes to help him blend in, and the promise of having a friend pulled him out of that for long enough to make one.

As with any forced enthusiasm, it has a limit, though, and you definitely see Dirk’s sadness and fear creeping back to the surface as he and Todd continue to interact, and even more of it in season 2. What I find REALLY satisfying is that Todd likes both sides of Dirk: the energetic, connected-to-the-universe side, and the sad, afraid side. Dirk simply is Todd’s friend, just like Dirk had so desperately hoped he would be. And even better! Dirk doesn’t have to force happiness to have that friendship. It’s an even better friendship than Dirk probably thought he could have just by being himself, if all the posturing with his clothes can be used as an indicator of how hard he thought he had to work to have that friendship.

I love thinking about pre-series Dirk Gently.

hermitreunited

# I have a headcanon that when Patrick Spring hired him # he was surprised to find a nervous and muted-clothes-wearing person instead of the bright-eyed # chatty and cyan-colored-jacket wearing person that he once punched on a bridge. # dghda # meta # Patrick Spring was rich and had the ability to find people using the thread he had of Dirk’s name # but I think it still surprised him # and I wonder what he thought of what must’ve happened to Dirk to make him a detective who seemed to have only the barest idea of how to live # and what was going to happen to make Dirk the only person who could save the life of Patrick’s daughter. # I also think part of the reason Patrick Spring paid Dirk so much was at least a little bitout of pity. # I picture Dirk nervously fidgeting with his hoodie string as Patrick Spring sets up lunch at a restaurant # negotiating terms for Patrick hiring him as a detective # as Patrick stares at him and wonders when the last time is that Dirk ate a good meal # or had a home for more than a couple months at a time. # Patrick Spring makes sure Dirk has a car and enough money for better clothes and then he sends him into the crazy time loop. # They’re not friends and Patrick had expected to set up this deal nonchalantly because time itself had demanded it would be Dirk Gently # who solved Patrick’s murder # but holy crap if it isn’t a true fact that Dirk inspires a weird kind of sympathy in Patrick Spring when he notices # that this man in front of him has been just as self-isolating as Patrick Spring himself has ever since he watched # his future self die right in front of him and could not find a way to get over it.

(via dustlines)

#aesthetic

bob-belcher

#aesthetic

rosenkranz-does-things

watched Dirk Gently's holistic detective agency for the first time, immensely enjoyed the unhinged energy, and I love this funky little gay

[id: gouache painting of Dirk Gently, a smiling white man wearing a bright yellow jacket, white shirt and a dark brown tie with little ice cream cones on it. /end id]

#aesthetic

glam-apollo

Inspired by @levil0vesyou who posted the original screencap with the caption, “I’m sorry, but that’s just Dirk Gently.” And so I drew it as Dirk. And here we are.

ピザを食べたいという絵

Dirk’s jackets of many colours <3

(im sure someone has already done this but i still wanted to make my own)

#aesthetic

golyadkin

*Gets artblock* *Googles “funky jacket”*

#aesthetic

akira-agatha

BFF

#aesthetic

@mothergooseberry

It was a hunch that brought him here. A hunch that absolutely wasn't going to kill anyone else, because Dirk wasn't going to bring anyone else with him. He was protected, which meant if nobody was with him, nobody would get--well, he might get hurt. But nobody would die. Nobody on Dirk's side, anyway. He'd gotten poor Todd and Amanda and Farah so mixed up with the Murkoff corporation and Blackwing that enough was enough, if Dirk was going to go directly face them, like his hunch told him to. He wasn't bringing his friends into this.

So he found himself alone, creeping through a seemingly abandoned Murkoff test site. He pulled his leather jacket closer around himself to fend off the chill. He didn't like this test site overall, but he really didn't like where his instincts had brought him. It seemed to be an area where children were taken care of. Children who were once tested on, like him. The tiny beds nearly in a row and near empty boxes of generic toys reminded him far too much or his childhood in Blackwing. There were no children here now, but there had been once. Maybe even him, a long time ago. Dirk had no way of knowing where the various places he'd been kept actually were.

Distracted, Dirk was drawn to a raggedy bear that looked exactly like a toy he remembered playing with. It was threadbare and dusty now, but Dirk could remember the same bear when it was newer and had more fluff. He could remember holding it at night when he wanted to cry but was too afraid of making noise and drawing ire from the adults. He remembered being the only child in a place like this, so all the toys were his by default, and feeling less than enthusiastic about it. He remembered making up imaginary friends who each had a favorite toy to share.

He remembered too much, frankly. He wanted out of this place. Maybe his hunch wasn't worth it. Dirk turned the door and saw that it was now open and blocked by a humanlike shape. It was too dark to fully make out, but… someone had definitely found him. Dirk gasped and threw the doll back down onto the bed, backing away from the figure with his hand over his mouth.

"Y-you're going to give me the information I came for," he said bravely, though he sounded about as confident as he felt. "I don't know what that is yet. But tell me about what g-ghastly things you do here!"

#mothergooseberry #v. outlast trials