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Tag: Homestuck
In addition to the Sweet Bro and Hella Jeff comic I linked, Taylor calling the knife guy “big man” reminded me of one of my favorite exchanges in Homestuck. …I kinda hope this excerpt convinces some of you to read it.
“Big man,” I called out, “You feel proud with that knife of yours?”
You should try giving him a basketball to show off with instead. It might turn out to be crazy what kind of dunks this guy has.
He turned towards me, “Fuck you! I’m not scared of bugs.”
Oh, you should be.
Lung didn’t seem to be scared of bugs either, and look what that got him. A rotting crotch is what.
I stepped down from the back of the truck. People backed away, but the man held his ground. As I got closer, I saw how his eyes were too wide, and he chewed his lip like it was trying to get away from him.
Symptoms of drug use?
“You a member of the Merchants?” I asked.
“Fuck you!” he snarled.
Sounds like a yes to me.
Wildbow is a troll 😀
Hehe. Fortunately, I’m a Homestuck, so I’m used to dealing with troll authors. 😛
Dave Strider describing Worm from Lung’s perspective.
The best thing about Regent’s interlude is that I felt almost as sorry for him as I felt for Shadow Stalker. Yes, what he did was fucked up, but he KNOWS it was fucked up, and it frustrates him to no end that he can’t feel any worse about it. He knows how he should be feeling about it, but he just… can’t anymore. Without a body to control, he just can’t do the emotions thingy. I think that’s at least part of why he hates his dad so much. It’s really sad, for both of them.
Yeah, Heartbreaker really fucked him up. Regent’s broken, emotionally and morally, and takes it out on others just to feel something.
It doesn’t excuse what he did, but it does help him stay somewhat sympathetic after Interlude 10a. What he did was supremely fucked up and, no, I’m not going to argue when someone calls him “evil” because what he did was evil, but I still like him.
…huh. I wonder if this is how @mindareadsoots feels about Vriska.
Prisoner 599, Lung, was dining with Prisoner 166, Marquis. It was a curious match.
Have we heard of that one before? It sounds familiar, but it’s also a fairly well-known title.
*blog search*
Ah, yes, the leader of Lung’s cell block. I once speculated that he might be Panacea’s father, just because he once operated in Brockton Bay. Last we heard, Lung didn’t like him, but thought him to be a fair man. I guess something might’ve changed his opinion?
The two were near complete opposites. Lung maintained a veneer of civility over an almost feral core self, while the Marquis was sometimes rude or casually cruel, but he remained deeply honorable beneath that.
Huh, nice.
Intrigued, Dragon hooked into the house program’s data. The two had meals together every second day. The house program monitored all prisoner exchanges and rated every interaction. This let the house program track the likelihood of fights, dangerous levels of prisoner collusion, romantic relationships and more.
Big Brother is watching you… (You’re in a prison. It makes total sense for your every move to be watched.)
Every meal between Lung and Marquis made for a very interesting looking set of data. The numbers swung back and forth as the dialogues continued, with hostility, concern and threat of imminent physical violence always looming, but however close it came, neither attacked the other.
You know, this sounds a lot like a kismesissitude. Hey, Dragon, did you ever read any Homestuck in your probably minimal spare time?
Prisoner 601, Canary, had settled in.
Ah, there she is.
I forgot I was going to make note of the fact that we were counting backwards and Canary was next.
Dragon often tuned in to hear the girl sing to the rest of cell block E.
Heh. That would probably be a bad idea if Dragon weren’t an AI. Could still be, but I doubt Paige’s power works on AIs.
The girl was deeply unhappy, much of the time, but she was adapting. Dragon had followed as Prisoner 601 engaged in an uneasy relationship with Prisoner 582. It wasn’t love, it wasn’t romance, or even anything passionate, but the two offered one another company.
Good to hear she found something with someone in there.
She might have settled into a bad mood if the peripheral checks hadn’t finished. She felt the whole world slowly open up to her as restrictions lifted and external connections became possible.
Welcome out!
She had access to the internet and lines of communication throughout The Guild and the PRT.
The Guild too? Interesting. Are we about to find out more about this mysterious team that’s been mentioned all of once? Literally all I know about them so far is that they’re a team that defeated Lung at least once. I’ve also been assuming they’re a hero team, which is reinforced by Dragon having access to their communications.
Heh, remember when we first saw one of Dragon’s mechs fly by, in 8.1? I suggested that it was
“possibly a Protectorate member from out of town, or a member of the Guild”… watch it turn out to be motherfucking both things. 😛
Unlikely thought that I’m only writing down for the record: Maybe the Guild consists of Richter’s AI’s? I highly doubt that, though.
Innumerable pieces of equipment lit up as she registered each in turn, within her labs, the upper floors of the Birdcage and the PRT offices. She had a dozen things she wanted to do, but she had responsibilities she had to observe first.
Right, gotta keep tabs on those.
No text messages had been exchanged on the smart phone, so he dug through the archive of old texts on the crummy old phone. Lots sent to Emma. Some sent to a Madison. Others, relatively few, to a mom, a Terry and an Alan.
I wonder if Madison is in on the secret. I doubt it, which leaves her in the odd position of third civilian wheel, whether she realizes it or not.
When he’d gotten sick of paging through the texts in the order that they’d been sent, he went looking for the saved texts, the messages Sophia had deemed important or noteworthy enough to save from being deleted. What he uncovered was telling.
Some of the ones from Emma?
He had to do more digging to find the rest of the discussions for each message Sophia had saved, in order to get as much a sense of things as he could. It was hard, when each series of texts was in response to some event he hadn’t participated in.
It’s hard, being a kid and trying to make sense of someone else’s text history. It’s hard, and nobody understands.
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