It's all Dave can do not to break down in hysterical laughter. June: When Karkat pulls down his pants, Dave finds all thoughts of heat stroke leaving his mind. “You’re not my Dave, and I’m not the Karkat you know, so this must be paradox space fucking with me once again, because the universe loves nothing more than shitting on Karkat Vantas.” He didn’t turn his back on the adult human, but he backed up to the door. May: “Well you’re looking older and dumber,” Karkat returned hotly. “You think this,” he threw his hand out to indicate the space around himself, “is a victory?”
“Victory?” he echoed, allowing Hogan to hear his scorn for the notion. He didn’t know why the thought stung so much-it wasn’t anything he didn’t already know. His hand clenched around the damp handkerchief. Either Hogan was being fanatically naïve, or he thought that Klink was fantastically stupid. That the American could sit there and say such ridiculous things with a straight face. “Where is he?”Īpril: Klink wasn’t sure if he was more amused by this display or infuriated. It’d make you cry if you weren’t such a stone cold bad ass. His poor self-hating heart just can’t accept that other people actually give a damn about him. You know he isn’t going to like how much danger you’ve put yourself in for his sake. You two are bros, and you get along fairly well when you’re both not going out of your ways to be dicks to each other (ironically!), but he can be unpredictable. “He better be happy to see me,” you say, although it’s hard to say whether he actually will be or not. Looking closer, peering over Dipper's shoulder, Ciel noticed something far more alarming: the part in the boy's hair was opposite to his own. Which was impossible-the contract showed up in photos, and he was bound to Sebastian until the demon consumed his soul. Then he realized it couldn't be him-the boy in the picture was older, yes, but what drew Ciel's attention was the boy's eyes: both were visible and clear. How can you ever hope to reach the level of your hero, Xultan Matzos, without the mental powers to match?įebruary: It was his picture. The best Pushers don't rely on pure brute strength like you do. Your powers of telekinesis are pitiful, too-the only thing saving you out on the field currently is your, admittedly, impressive physical strength, but you can't depend on that forever.
January: Time isn't the only problem, of course, or even the main one. Well, I can't do the traditional "Art of the Year" summary thing since I'm not a visual artist, but I figured, why not do something similar with my writing? A paragraph I worked on or posted during each month. It’s played up for the route with the purpose of Fandom Commentary, but it’s still part of him. It’s his ‘gentle side’ as the achievement puts it. Sure, it’s making fun of it, but it’s also 100% going along with it as a good ending and development for Lynera, honestly. He becomes the ‘perfect baby’ a lot of people seemed to want him to be, 100% unproblematic, and it’s really a fantastic but harmless jab at that kind of stuff.
#Hiveswap xefros hallway serial#
The Flower Crown was fantastic, as many people have pointed out, with stuff like, True Crime Fandom putting it on serial killers and generally downplaying unsavory traits of characters to make them softer and more Fandom-friendly, it becomes a symbol of the softness the route portrays him with. Lanque is stated to be an occasional poet, and while his gentle demeanor makes us empathize with him more here, his poem is long-winded and melodramatic and you can bet your ass Lanque does write that kind of monology stuff. Deciding to not delve into the more crude themes led us to a poetry session with a very kind and gentle Lanque- Now first of all, while this one is OBVIOUSLY a reference to character woobification and purity stuff, I don’t think it’s ALSO 100% untrue. Already at that point the 4th Wall had been shattered to pieces, and we had literally gotten an in-setting 18+ warning.