Trickster Mode Homestuck Novels & Stories

Wednesday is supposed to be my rest day but there's this feeling that I wanna hang out with him so I nod agreeing to have some ice cream and chick flick this coming Wednesday with him. "See you on Wednesday then." He said with a hint of excitement in the tone of his voice. He was about to head out of the house when I suddenly grab his shoulder causing him to stop and look at me with a sweet smile. "Okay. I know this is weird but I have this feeling that I've known you since forever. I don't easily trust people but with you around, it feels different. Are you a necromancer? Are you using black magic and trying to compel me into doing whatever it is that you want me to do?" I asked and within

He had done shit that no man would ever live through, humiliated Sandra before the pack, and yet even with all that he still had the audacity to show his face here, wow. "Now listen here, you entitled little shit. I don't care whether she is madly in love with you or you think you love her. You'll let my sister go and get out of here, before I blow you to bits. “And before you think of arguing that you’re a different species, keep in mind that I’ve been spending years and years studying your race and I got enough to know what hunters use and trust me I can use it on you right now, now leave. “Your people are hurt too. Head to them, and pose for the cameras like you do, you might just get a g

He were a being in danger all the time, to be ruthless is number two but what comes first is trusting his instinct, because as he define himself, when he choose this path he become an animal inside out, only survival what it matter , anything else is only to take off some stress for fearing to slip up or crack his spirit under stress. Therefore, it can be OK to feel some shills in somebody else spine, but not him, maybe he is one of those who believe in supernatural in a way or another mixed with instinctual animal feeling, but that what he is and always be, a guy that love to kill the wrong guy first until he kills the right one when he doesn’t know who the one betrayed him than looking a

Beneath the carved warning, four crude tally marks stood out. After a moment's thought, I took the utility knife and carved another stroke into my skin. Searching my pockets, I found a folded scrap of paper… and a few more hidden in the corners of my room. [The monster is tampering with my memory. Trust no one. Not even myself.] [The monster's cycle isn't endless. If you can't escape within a set number of loops, you will die. Permanently.]

"There, my fearless alpha, lies the path to new territory! It's rumored to be guarded by the ferocious 'Fluffy-tailed Guardians.' Are you ready?" ‌ Andrei, his competitive spirit ignited, nodded with a grin. "Fluffy-tailed Guardians, you say? Let's show them the might of the pack!" ‌ As they ventured deeper into the thicket, they encountered an army of squirrels. The tiny creatures chattered angrily and hurled acorns at them, which resulted in a flurry of dodges and exaggerated leaps. Lucas, in his usual cheeky fashion, shouted, "The Guardians are fierce, but we are fiercer!"

I screamed, the violet fire in my hands flaring up. "You aren't leaving me," Silas said, a sad, beautiful smile touching his lips. "I am the 'Trash-Bin.' I am the collection of every discarded thought my father ever had. If you wake up, I’ll still be there, in the back of your mind. I’ll be the 'Shadow' you see when you close your eyes." "That's not enough!" I roared. I turned to the Original-Draft. "You said we could 'Hack the Administrator.' How? How do we build a world that doesn't need their memory?"

They'd been shamelessly flirting all week. She bit her lip, gave this tiny head shake, all torn up. And of course, that tragic little look just made Tristan angrier. I felt like my insides were being shredded. Then—bam. Timothy hacked up blood and dropped. Dead. "Guess his Power fried him." Some NPC stepped up like they were reading from a script. "He was kind," Willa murmured, soft and saintly. "Like a big brother." And just like that, everything clicked. I smiled—cold and knowing.

The tray beside me rattles violently. He sighs. “You’re going to tear the room apart if you don’t let me work.” My hands curl into fists. I force myself back one step. Only one. He injects something into her arm. “Come on, little wolf,” he murmurs. “Come back.” My beast slams against my skull. Mine. Mine. Fix her. Fix her now. “What is wrong with her?” My voice is dangerously quiet. Alexandro glances at me. “She’s burning through energy too fast.”

He’s back at home all bandaged up because he pissed the wrong people off while I’m here, every part of my body completely under the Dreadmoor brothers’ control. Who is the boring fuck now? Tristan pulls out of my mouth with a wet pop, strings of spit connecting my lips to his throbbing dick. He slaps my face with it. “Beg louder, bunny. Tell us how bad you need four cocks ruining every hole.” “Please….” I whimper, my mouth and throat already missing Tristan’s cock. “Oh god, please fuck me, use me, I’m your filthy cumdump—” My words dissolve into a scream as Zayden bites my clit lightly and the machine speeds up, hammering that perfect spot inside me over and over.

He must have thought that by doing something so radical, he would spur the rest to let go of the strings of hesitation that held them back. Everyone would be willing to fight! ‘And it worked! Looks like we’re all motivated now…’ Trisha wielded her blade with a confident grin, while Alicia's face showed a small smile as she prepared her Magic. ‘It’s weird to see everyone so excited about killing…’ Rey knew it was probably hypocritical for him to think this, considering how much pleasure he also derived from slaughtering monsters. But, the thing is, he had always seen himself as different.