Homestuck Birthdays Romane & Geschichten

“It’s your birthday?” Her brows drew together with suspicion. “Yeah. Why?” I grinned. “It’s mine too.” Her lips parted slightly. “Seriously?” " I am dead serious.” I pulled out my phone and showed her the date on the lock screen. “See?” She blinked. “Wow. That’s… actually really weird, what are the odds.” “I know, right?” I laughed lightly. “Birthday twins. Clearly fate.” "How many more years do you have before you get to the dreaded 30?"

Pearl: I forgot to ask your birthday date yesterday. He took a while before replying this one. Xhen: September 20... I'll be 25 by then Pearl: Aren't you already 25? Xhen: Nah, but since it's my month, the guys already think I am. Pearl: Your birthday is in a few days then. I can't wait to wish you. Xhen: I don't do birthdays. Rebekah's hand suddenly blocked Pearl's forehead, and she looked up to see she almost jammed a pillar.

After a few more weeks, I could finally call my new house a home. I’d gotten used to the new routine I’d set for myself. It was the early hours of January twenty-ninth, a date that should’ve meant something special—but for me, it just made the sadness heavier. The first thing I did when I woke up was go talk to Mr. Mysterious. “It’s my birthday today. Don’t I deserve a gift?” I hadn’t planned a party—didn’t really have anyone to invite anyway. The only birthday wishes I’d gotten so far were from Marcos and his family, who sent me a message as soon as the day started.

Luke rolled his eyes and repeated, "I was just suggesting to Carla that we should plan something cool for your birthday in two days." Caught off guard, John looked at his friend. "Surprised, John? Like I'd ever forget my first best friend's birthday!" Luke declared with a grin, showcasing the enduring bond that had weathered the test of time. The idea of celebrating his birthday with friends who had become his anchor in this new chapter of life brought a genuine smile to John's face, momentarily lifting the weight of his recently found double life and the complexities that accompanied them.

Not My Normal Birthday The next morning, I was reluctant to make my way to the dining hall for breakfast. Today was 18th my birthday. I was now a mature wolf. I was now an adult. But today was nothing like I thought it would be. There was no ritual knock on my bedroom door from my parents. My mother isn’t entering with a triple chocolate cake. And my dad doesn’t have a small present in his hand, specially wrapped by him. No, this wasn’t the birthday I had been looking forward to.

he spoke, prolly repeating what he'd said before. My stomach flipped. Oh. Right. Two days from now. My eighteenth birthday. "Hold up,"Xavier cut in, frowning. "Your birthday's in two days?" I nodded. "And you weren't going to tell us?"Dickson added. "Oh, c'mon guys. It's not that big a deal." Red frowned like I just cursed his entire future. "Not big a deal? Like, you're being serious right now? This is your 18th birthday, sweetheart. It's like...the most iconic milestone before twenty-one."

"Frankie, go home. Even if Evie never existed, we still wouldn't have worked. All these years, the only person you've ever loved is yourself. You enjoyed my devotion and the help I gave you. "Even now, you're only standing here because I left you, and you're not used to my sudden absence. It's not that hard to admit you never loved me that much." With every sentence I spoke, Frankie's expression grew darker. Finally, his hand went limp. The balloons he was holding floated up into the sky, drawing gasps from the crowd. I pointed at the balloons that were drifting away. My name was printed on each one of them. "See? Just like those balloons, once you let go, you can never get them back."

It was an automatic reminder app on the phone. Her birthday it turned out that today was her birthday. Lalisa's dull eyes looked at the fireworks on the phone screen, contrasting the loneliness she felt at this moment with the loneliness outside. Ever since Jayce Sherwood regained his vision after losing his memories, she had forgotten about her birthday. Jayce Sherwood was born after her, and in the past, he liked to celebrate his birthday early with her. He gave her all the gifts he received from the Mo family. The rooftop at home used to be the place where they celebrated birthdays.

Zach is walking past with his friends. Zach glances at me briefly before looking away, making it painfully clear that he’d rather I had died instead of Mom. Fourteen years and they still can’t bring themselves to celebrate my birthday. Birthdays… What a waste of time. What’s the point of celebrating the day you were born when your family acts like you don’t exist? Sienna’s chatter pulls me forward as we head toward homeroom. I’m half listening, half trying to shake off that hollow ache, when it happens;

Black streamers hung on the walls. A massive three-tiered cake sat in the center of the coffee table. Black and gold. Elegant and beautiful. And stretched across the room above everything was a huge banner. Bold letters impossible to miss. "HAPPY THIRTY-TWO YEARS BIRTHDAY HUBBY" Grayson just stood there. He could not move. Or process what he was seeing. He had completely forgotten it was November 23rd. His birthday. With everything happening, the date had been the absolute last thing on his mind.