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Tag: Homestuck
krixwell-liveblogs: So I’m rewatching some Your Grammar Sucks, and this comment immediately reminded me of the Bitch we all know and love from Worm. Of course it also reminds me of a certain clown from Homestuck, and now I can’t help but imagine juggalo Rachel.
Man, I’m no stranger to lots of kids dying in my fiction, but at least Homestuck has ways for people to come back.
Let’s be real, Megalovania is always appropriate. 😉 … okay that’s a lie I can think of plenty of situations where it’d be inappropriate as hell to play it but you know, for epic battles and such. That said, I think we should also consider Carne Vale.
Given the siren going off, I feel like this is appropriate music for current events in the story.
Honestly, judging by what we’ve seen of each of them, those two seem to act just about the same (seeing what will happen given people’s actions in the present), and with far more determinism than the probabilities Dinah gives would imply for the Wormverse.
More than ever, it is imperative that you follow the other Doctor’s advice and don’t turn your back on the body.
“You okay?” Grue asked me, as he cleared the darkness within one foot of the both of us.
“I’m bruised but yeah. I should be asking you that question. How bad is it?”
Grue took some nasty hits there. He really could use a spiderwoven outfit like Taylor’s.
He banished the darkness around his body, and in the gloom, I saw how the blades had neatly cut through his jacket and t-shirt to draw criss-crossing lines of red across his chest.
This may or may not be an accurate image of Grue.
“Skitter,” Grue called, “Run!”
I climbed to my feet and hurried toward him. Hookwolf turned to face me, then lunged my way, closing more distance than I might have anticipated. I abandoned my attempt to rejoin Grue and headed to my left, straight into the darkness.
Probably a good call.
My bugs dotted the surface of a mailbox, three paces into the blackness. I ducked around it as Hookwolf blindly followed me in. Swinging blindly, he struck a fire hydrant, but no water was forthcoming.
Taylor has a distinct advantage in here, thanks to her bug network.
He lunged left, gouging chunks of brick from a wall, then he leaped right, striking the mailbox and cleaving it in half.
Coming up: A eulogy for the mailbox.
Rest in post, my dear.
My leg bounced restlessly. Without thinking about it, I’d readied myself to leap out of my seat, to defend myself, get out of the way, or respond to whatever happened. My thoughts looped through possible things she might do, things I might say or do in response.
Taylor already has a habit of thinking through her options in detail. Combine that with potentially anxiety-inducing factors like the Harpies and it’ll go haywire.
Sophia put the phone away, and gazed out the window for a moment. When she’d seen everything there was to see of transition point between the Docks and Downtown, she glanced over the bus’ interior. Her eyes paused on advertisements running along the top of the bus, then settled on Brian.
Uh oh.
I swear, if she fails to notice Taylor at first and goes hitting on Brian…
The appraising look she gave him was unmistakeable. It lingered long enough that it probably would have been uncomfortable for him, if he’d been aware of it.
(I was going to go with this other image, but it’s far more spoilery for Homestuck.)
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