Homestuck Trolls Names Novels & Stories

Clay nodded at my phone. “Hold your horses.” I rolled my eyes, pulling up the list. “Okay, the others in the cartoon movie were Slightly, Nibs, Chubby, and Twins.” I frowned, not liking any of those. “Ah, here we go. In Hook, there was also Ace. But that’s a no go since that’s my brother. Thud Butt is also a no. We aren’t insulting the puppies.” I shook my head. “Pockets could be cute. Don’t Ask, Too Small, Latchboy, and No Nap were the others. I don’t like those names.” I wrinkled my nose.

Troll Camp The dark shadows of the night were not demons; they were men. But they were not completely the same type of men that Robah, the river troll, and all their species produced. They appeared more apelike. However, they seemed to walk straight but were hairier than normal, with a stocky, vigorous musculature and pronounced brows and jaws. They wore animal skins and wreaths assembled from the competition they hunted, thus forging the misconception of magical inhabitants in the night.

She was going to help Rori feel at home here and mend their new relationship if she could. Destiny made her way into the gallery and noticed that Muriel was hovering over a few bits of paper on the counter, and Destiny chewed her lip as she approached the spectrul. “So you guys got names now, hu?” she said and Muriel glanced up startled at the young troll and nodded slightly before bowing her head. Destiny sighed, “you can tell me yours… if you want,” Muriel looked up at Destiny and opened her mouth but closed it and faded from sight.

But I wasn't going to tell them. During the day we spent time looking. At night, Troy and I tried to sleep. It'd been difficult, my dreams filled with images of my mom and dad being tortured. For that reason, I spent little time with my eyes closed. The troll who helped me get ready for bed was very kind. It turned out most trolls were tender hearted. And they were definitely all about having fun in spite of the precarious situation we were all in. They threw us a party when we first arrived. Their court musician wrote and performed songs about the love Troy and I had for each other, while the troubadour talked of our romantic destiny.

“Names?” “Rusk,” said the Erethron, tapping his chest. “That’s Krolla,” nodding at the Castorite, who grunted in reply. “The twins" he gestured towards the two were-jackals, who were still half shifted and curled from hunger and pain. "Kerr and Karr. And that’s Fremelin.” he pointed at the tiny brave girl with a smirk. The tiny girl gave a mock curtsey. “Pleased t’meet your dumb self, sir highborn.”

she mumbled wrapping her hand around her stomach which probably might be hurting due to laughing. “Tarry! My name is Tarry, Evil girl,” suddenly Tarry’s voice came. We glanced at him in shock. “Tarry?” I mumbled. Kristen walked to him and standing close to him looked deep into his eyes. “Kristen, my name is Kirsten, Dumb Crow.” I pulled Kristen back. “Krist, stop.” I then glanced at him and questioned, “why are you out?” “I didn’t want to leave you behind. Even though I can no longer make you my girl I still can walk home with you right?” He raised his brows.

Then he expanded, “But then if we both killed him, that would make it five and a half to four and a half. Don't you think so?” They arrived at the trolls and snapped out of their friendly altercation as Anna vanished the fire that protected them. “I am starving. Let us eat something,” mumbled Anna. "Why am I not surprised?" "And why are you such a jerk, David? I'm bloody hungry." Trozan stepped backward fearfully. Anna paused, then chuckled, “...Hey. Fret not my friend trolley dear, we are not going to eat you. We! Truth be told, we would not even eat those feral. Ew! Disgusting really.”

says Graydon with a smile. "Oh no," I say as I start to see where he's going with this. Trolls are walking, talking, twelve feet tall stink bombs. Most of the time they are just smelly. But when they feel threatened or angry or upset or annoyed or even just a little bored, they can let off a stink that will knock everyting within 100 metres flat. "Yes exactly," says Graydon. "Not quite a smoke bomb. Troll bomb." The others suck in their breath. "That's harsh," says the blue-haired guy but he's nodding approvingly.

“Let’s start throwing out ideas and see what sticks.” “Okay,” Isolde said, leaning forward with interest. “If they’re dragons, maybe something powerful like Pyra and Draven.” “Or if they’re wolves,” Cheyenne added, “something classic and moonlit. Like Lune or Fenric.” Tora covered her face with her hands. “You guys are going to give them identity crises before they’re even born.” Chelsea was already on a roll. “If one’s a boy, I vote we name him Brimstone. Brim for short.”

” He jumped on the bed, making me giggle. “And you, most boys—” like your brothers, “are stubborn, they wouldn’t take a drug even if you laced it with apple pies.” He laughed at that, and just when I was about to stand, he picked a remote and played an animation. The name ‘Troll Hunters’ was written boldly on the screen. “Can you stay for some minutes Sophie?” Josh asked, his eyes pleading. “Ace and Jaxon are not fans of animations so they refuse me whenever I ask them to watch my favourite show with me.”