Another species that might be susceptible to Taylor’s power if you ignore the possible limitation of “simpleminded”: Homestuck trolls.
Tag: Homestuck
She felt Victoria’s body more acutely than she felt her own. Every heartbeat, every cell brimming with life.
Like a flame at the end of a long fuse, leading to a stick of dynamite, her power traveled from the side of Victoria’s neck to her brain. It was barely a conscious action on Amy’s part.
Uh oh.
What are you doing?
Putting her to sleep?
Victoria let go of her, pushed her away. “What did you just do?”
No…
Shit, this might be bad.
Amy could see the revulsion slowly spreading across Victoria’s face.
The magnitude of what she’d just done hit her with a suddenness and pain she likened to a bullet to the chest. “Oh god. Please, let me undo it.”
Is that revulsion a natural result of recognizing that her brain was manipulated, or a result of the manipulation itself?
She reached out, but Victoria stepped back.
“What the hell did you do?” Victoria asked, her eyes wide, “I felt something. I feel something. You’ve used your power on me before, but not like this. I- You changed the way I think. More than that.”
But in what way?
Whatever Amy just did, I think this is exactly why she didn’t want to mess with brains.
Tears welled at the corners of Amy’s eyes. “Please. This is what I was afraid of. Let me undo it. Let me fix it and leave, and you can go back to Mark and Carol and you three can be a family, and-”
😥
“What did you do!?”
“I’m sorry. I… knew this would happen. I was okay so long as I kept following my own rules, didn’t open that door. Bonesaw forced me to open it.”
Dammit, Hiveswap Act 1 trailer slogan, get out of my head, this is not a good time for a joke about Amy getting transported to an alien planet in another universe.
A girl stands in the living room, five or so years younger than Amy. It just so happens that today, the 17th of May, 2011, is this young woman’s birthday. Though it was twelve years ago she was given life, it is only today she will be given a name!
What will the name of this young woman be?
Amy recognized the girl from the pictures that were hung up in the office.
“Bonesaw.”
“Well, I still remember how to hijack your body, pretty much. Info that’s stored away in whatever corner of my brain makes my power work. I’m thinking I could get control over you pretty fast if I tried.”
Nice subtle namedrop of your past self there, Alec.
“Fuck,” she said. “I think we’d both be happier if you didn’t.”
“Oh? You going to tell me the Nine will come after me if I don’t let you go?”
Probably not Shatterbird. Maybe Jack? But in general, I doubt the Nine are the most fiercely loyal bunch.
She shook her head, then used one hand to brush the hair away from her face. “No. This.”
She reached inside her jacket, and Alec made her hand seize up, the fingers striving to bend the opposite way.
Hm. At first glance, this sounds like a way to just mess up her pulling out whatever it is, on the assumption that it is a gun or something, but more subtly, this particular maneuver might still let her grab it but keeps her fingers away from any triggers switches.
“It’s cool,” she said. She winced with pain, then used her splayed hand to work a metal case the length of her forearm out into plain view. It dangled from a thick cord that stretched around her neck. “See this?”
There was a mention earlier of something hanging around her next. So what the hell is this all about? Some sort of life support that might not mesh well with body control?
“Yep.”
“Yes, I have eyes. Eight of them, actually.”
J’adore-
Into that French pop, huh?
Or maybe it’s not pop. That’s just the first genre that pops, no pun intended, into my mind when I think of French music.
Sweet Honey-
Love me, love me, you know you wanna love me…
Love me, love me, you know you wanna love me…
Ah, looks like she’s not feeling up for these tracks. They all seem to be love songs so far – perhaps she’s out here because of love issues and wants to listen to anything but love songs to take her mind off of things?
Her head nodded in time with the beat, and she slipped the phone into her pocket.
Oh, never mind, she liked that last one. Guess it’s just a matter of what she felt like listening to at the moment.
I’m often the same way. I’ve got nearly all my Spotify music in one large playlist (currently exactly 700 tracks, 39 hours and 33 minutes), and usually pick something I’m in the mood for as the first few tracks and let shuffle do the rest, occasionally skipping tracks I’m not feeling at the moment, or adding tracks I do want to hear to the queue.
Other than that playlist, my other main way of listening to music at the moment is LumiRadio, which plays Homestuck music. I’m listening to that right now.
By Zhaomeng. Some really cool art of the Triumvirate and two awesome ladies of Worm, MISS MLITIA and AI.EXND…A! I really like the details here. Especially the use of cross-hatching to shade (most visible and certain in the group picture), which makes this feel very comic-esque – alongside the contents, of course. Also I was […]
Orders given, Hookwolf drew the majority of his flesh into a condensed point in his ‘core’, felt himself come alive as more metal spilled forth.
I guess the fleshy bits feel a bit like a false front?
Only his eyes remained where they were, set in recessed sockets, behind a screen of shifting blades.
That sounds like a weak spot if I ever heard one.
He was half-blind until the movement of the blades hit a rhythm, moving fast enough that they zipped over the surface of his eye at speeds faster than an eyeblink.
But at least it’s protected somewhat.
Also, turns out Hookwolf’s face is a whirling blade pitcher.
He let himself fall from the third floor window and hit the ground in a state that was more liquid than solid.
Hm. I suppose that’s the main difference between Hookwolf and Weld. Weld is solid metal, while Hookwolf is more a shifting, liquid-esque pile of weapons.
Blades, spears, hooks and other twisted metal shapes all pooled on the pavement, absorbing the impact.
Case in point. With Weld, the impact would not have been absorbed, and the pavement would probably crack.
Seeing you wonder about the head immediately reminded me of this: [Schlock Mercenary, Monday August 11, 2008] And apparently links aren’t allowed, despite previous people doing so?
Hah, nice! 😛
Reminds me of the next ask, suggesting the head ruse is a distaction.
Also, yeah, asks don’t accept links. To send them, you need to adapt them so the censor doesn’t catch them, with tricks like replacing the dots with something else (parentheses around them works too, I believe). I’m sorry if an ask from yesterday’s batch confused you – it originally said “webmshare DOT com/play/KwNEV”, and I decided to go through with the replacement before posting, as well as actually making it a hyperlink.
Alternatively, you can send links as much as you like through the submission feature, which Sharks tells me is now open.
I can’t remember if you’ve learnt it by this point, but armsmaster’s actual last name is six letters long
Hah! The only way that could be more perfect is if his first name was too – and as it stands, it’s really not hard to adapt it so it is, either.
Well clearly Colin and Vriska are the alternate universe versions of each other. I mean multiverse, you don’t need to have the same name, gender, or even species as your counterpart.
Heh, true that!
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