love how in the homestuck fandom there is barely a style to copy so we just use our own styles yet the charecters are still recognizable, unlike other fandoms they'd usually gravitate towards the shows style, just some observation...
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34. “You inspire me to do things I’ve only ever seen in horror movies.” Dave and Vriska ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
side note: one of my pet headcanons is that despite Alternia’s lurid history with cinema, they’ve just never discovered the horror genre bc real life is horrifying enough (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*%3A･ﾟ✧
“You inspire me to do things I’ve only ever seen in horror movies,” you say, watching the scalding coffee vanish from your god tier pajamas. The rest of it puddles on the laboratory floor. You resolve that you will not clean it up, no matter what she says.
“Boo hoo.” Vriska drapes herself across the entire couch. How a single person can take up so much space is beyond you. “I don’t know what a horror movie is, but I’m guessing it’s a lame Earth thing that should have died out along with the rest of your species.”
“I saw you watching Finding Nemo last week, you can’t even fucking start that.” You pause. “Wait, you don’t know what a horror movie is? Like, aren’t movies Alternia’s favorite thing, besides murdering grubs in buckets or whatever?”
“That’s the most disgusting thing I’ve heard all day, and I heard Rose and Kanaya having sex in the common room earlier.”
“In the common room? God damn it. I just – nevermind. Fuck. I’m gonna dig out some old favorites and make you sit through them if it’s the last thing I do.”
“Sharing your sacred movie night? I’m touched, Dave, but honestly, I don’t feel the way about you Karkat does. And your movies are undoubtedly just as stupid as the one about the ancestor fish rescuing his descendant from a human prison. Lame and fake.”
You ignore her and the rapidly congealing “coffee” puddle to tick off movie possibilities. “The Ring, for sure. You guys are all about murderous damp women. The Purge – shit, no, that’s a terrible idea for all kinds of goddamn reasons. Cabin in the Woods. The Exorcist. Maybe The Shining? Pretty sure I have The Shining somewhere.”
“Are those supposed to be names? Laaaaaaaame.”
“Hey, did you not hear the one about the murderous damp chick? I’m trying to be culturally sensitive here. How are you supposed to help us rule a brand new world if you can’t even handle two hours of Texas Chainsaw Massacre?”
Her eyebrows raise, then she tries to pretend they didn’t. “That sounds marginally more interesting. All right, I’m in. If–” she holds up a hand “–you drag Terezi into this too. And she’s a nightmare to watch movies with. She licks the screen, talks through everything, and tries to predict the ending. Get her in and I’ll watch your stupid Earth ‘horror’ movies.”
“Fine.”
“Also, clean up your mess, butterfingers.”
You grind your teeth, but placate yourself with the idea of Vriska screaming at the thought of Samara crawling out of the TV. “Deal.”
