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Homestuck: Murderous ProblemsThe computer hub echoed in near silence. The only sounds that could be heard were the humming of active computers, the clacking of fingers on keyboards, the barely audible whispers of Sollux and Feferi as they sat on the horn pile, and the occasional honk that escaped from the pile every couple of minutes. Kusria looked up from her computer, scanning the room to see who was still here. Besides the two sitting in the pile, Karkat, Terezi and Kanaya were all seated at their own computers. Everyone else was scattered around the meteor. Kusria assumed that Terezi and Kanaya were talking to the Dave and Rose humans respectively. She wasn't sure if Karkat was talking to John or Jade, but that wasn't what was on her mind at the moment. What was on her mind was Gamzee.
He had previously left the hub to grab some Faygo and a pie, assuring Kusria that he would be back in a few minutes. That had been over an hour ago. He hadn't returned. He hadn't even contacted her through Trollian to let her kn
Homestuck: Doomed EndThe copies from the doomed timelines are all standing together, looking ahead as the green creature looks them down with interchanging eyes. She looks around at everyone, watching as they try to protect each other. Karkat and Nepeta are huddled together, one of the Aradias jumped in front of Sollux, even Feferi and Eridan were spending their last moments together. Everyone seemed to be holding onto someone else in their final moments, except for her. She quickly looked over at the troll standing a distance near her, the troll she had been flushed for since before the game had even begun.
Equius had no one beside him, which wasn't too much of a surprise to her since most of the others thought of him as a creep. She would think that he would be the strongest of all of them during this time, but the look on his face proved otherwise. She could see it there, he was terrified. It felt strange for her to see him in such a state, afraid of dying again when he was in a good afterlife. The sigh
Art Trade: A Father's Burden"11! What are you doing up here so late?"
1 looked down to see his daughter 11 lying on the floor of the watchtower. He figured that she had fallen asleep while she was up here, due to her narcolepsy, and didn't realize that the sun had already set. The leader searched around for any sign of 5; but there was no trace of the one-eyed Stitchpunk, meaning she had come up here on her own. 1 knew that his daughter and 5 were engaging in a type of secret romance behind his back, and was eager to stop it. The young girl's eyes slowly opened, seeing the stern face of her father staring down at her.
"Oh, hi dad." 11 said as she stood up, a yawn escaping her mouth. "Uh, I was just looking down at the Emptiness," she answered. "You say I'm not allowed to leave Sanctuary, so I thought I'd get a good look outside with the telescope." She looked up at the sky, the moon casting it's light upon the small family. "I guess I fell asleep while I was gazing."
1 sighed. It felt like his daughter was always
The Parlour IncidentOne day in July, I believe it was, I found myself sitting with several acquaintances in Christopher's parlour. It was one of those deliciously lazy afternoons which only the summer in her full glory can bring. The room had a wan, listless light to it, relaxing the other guests and myself as we languidly chatted over tea and crumpets. The air was also sluggishly heavy, dulling the senses to a slowly-blended calm engendered by the heat of St. Othniel's southerly climate.
At length, after much stimulating conversation, Christopher stood, producing a book of sheet music.
"What do you all say to a bit of music?" he asked.
"Certainly," I answered.
"Oh yes, please do darling!" Tabitha exclaimed, "he's quite the maestro."
Christopher laughed, shaking his head.
"Now, now love, I'd not go that far."
He strode over to the piano as the other guests urged him on. Ida entered the room bearing a merrily steaming teapot and more crumpets.
"More tea sirs?" she inquired, shooting sideways glances at her
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