Homestuck Typing Quirks Generator Novels & Stories

I'm just here for a quick fun. I began to type in some of my interests that I'd always type in. My usual interests which are New York, food, gummy worms, green tea, cherub, books, art, and the last part was something I've never typed before, I typed in Gage Stockholm. Yes I typed in Gage Stockholm and I don't know why. You're chatting with a random stranger. Say hi! You both like books Stranger: do u like books about sex? You have disconnected.

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I wrote the outline for the next installment of my series. This one concentrated more on the crazy fans. I called Stub and she was happy to email me files of costumed antics complete with names and contact information so I could get permission to use their pictures. I emailed Skylar to see how she was feeling. It was nice of her to offer assistance and I might need it. Hi Skylar,

[JEANNE: the sky is red 🌇 you know] [I am a penguin 🐧 🐧🐧] [no no no not penguin duckguin I cant be a pen😭😭😭] [have you seen my ex total noob 🤮👿] [Oh single me🤦🏾‍♀️😞] What was she typing? No punctuation or anything reasonable in the whole thirteen messages she sent. I couldn’t even continue reading them. I just moved my thumb to her contact information and clicked on ‘edit name’, then changed her name from Jeanne to ‘Stupid Drunk’.

Melody typed rapidly on the keyboard, and a black command window popped up. "Now, enter the password." I took a deep breath and recited a complex password consisting of 19 characters, including both uppercase and lowercase letters, numbers, and symbols. "D... M... G... h... a... n... o... v... e... r... 1... 9... 9... 8... k... l... a... u... s...!" When I uttered the last character, Melody's finger stopped on the Enter key. She looked up in shock at me.

But he just didn't say anything about it. Neu didn't think that they should use all of that words one by one. So he tells them that maybe they should choose words that look like they got a connection with the sentence. They then discuss the words that they're going to use. It was not taking a long time for that and they decided that the words that they're going to use are 'Dream, happy, smart, and game.' There are just 4 words that they need to try so it will be easy for them. They then try using the word 'Dream' first since it was the only word that make the sentence sounds like it was good. Hikari then take out the tablet and try to unlock the password with the words 'Dream'

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“Let’s go. I got an idea.” “You are totally fucking crazy,” I whisper. “Crazy for you.” He smirks. My eyes lift up to the tattoo artist as he holds the needle in his gloved hand. “So you just want the lips tattooed exactly as they are?” Stace lies on the bed with his arm above his head. “Yes.” He thinks for a moment. “And the same colour as the lipstick.” He pauses for a second. “Actually, can you write the words Mrs. Mac underneath it.”

He has a beautiful cock. A large cock. A glorious throbbing, always-ready cock. I think I'm drunk. I start to type what's going through my head. How do you spell glorious? Instead, I type: *Aw. no 1 too suck.* Why is typing so hard? My hands feel so slow. No one to suck your cock is what I mean, but it looks wrong on the screen. *What’s with the spelling? Are you drunk? Where are you?* I exhale heavily. If Dorian would stop texting me, I could call a cab and get home.

My thumb graze over the alphabets on the keyboard, the speed matching that of my breathing pace: "are you out of your mind? You think it's easy?!" I close my eyes, draw a breath in then erase what I had just typed. <"Tomorrow? Why? That's a short notice. You know I can't get my hands easily on that..i need time,"> Three dotes display at the left side of my text showing he's replying... <"It's that urgent. You should be able to prod him to give you details. It's you after all,> Me? A scoff burst out of my mouth in unbelief.