Trickster Mode Homestuck Novels & Stories

The doorway into the Fates' sacred chamber was thrown open by a blast of angry Chaos power. Tricksy stalked in, his aura blasting out to project the Orangelo feline form from when he originally received his powers. Underneath the semi-transparent figure, Agent's body was still visible. His furless ears were laid back and his pointy teeth were fully bared. "Every one of you twisted bastards owes me at least one favor. I am calling them in." Tricksy's voice echoed in the chamber, followed by a crack from his powers as his auric tail flicked in anger. "Give him back to me."

“Right, Stematography.” “You’re not even sure of the concept,” I parrot. “Tristan… sorry, he-who’s-dead to me is unstable. He’s a sociopath with antisocial disorder. Of course, he has a pattern. Even Dahmer had a pattern.” “We’ve searched every hidden place,” Damon completely ignores my protests and ambles to the center of the room. “What do you see in plain sight?” “I see your stupidity.” “No, I mean plain sight,” he says, popping the ‘P.’

18+ Explicit Content TRISTAN I take my Kitten's hand and lead her to the bedrooms, choosing mine because I need the rungs on my metal headboard for what I have in mind. She comes willingly, and I wonder if I've finally tamed her or I've just managed to make her curious enough to be more pliable. And I wonder which one of those I hope is the truth.

I wasn't sure I wanted to keep going after seeing how the loss of his son has changed him. "Right? I forgot that you are a good Samaritan." Tristan chuckled, "A good samaritan with a plan to take down the mysterious threat. I suppose that's a unique combination." "Well, I do like to keep things interesting," I replied with a sly grin. Tristan raised an eyebrow, "Interesting or chaotic?" I leaned in, lowering my voice, "Isn't chaos just another form of entertainment?" He smirked, "Entertainment that often leads to trouble."

The girl did not move, and it seemed that she did not even breathe. Tristan stepped forward. The leather sole of the boot was pierced by spikes. The young man clenched his teeth forcefully. He doomed Ira to terrible torment. Tristan was overcome with self-loathing. He's a monster. Unfeeling trash, unworthy of life. Thin thorns wounded my feet. What did Ira feel? Tristan shuddered. He, the noble Lord Tantario, became a ruthless beast. He turned into the same exquisite tormentor as Vragenn.

Nick the saint added making all the guys look at him suspiciously. "I didn't think you were also from Texas." I quickly retorted. "I'm from Massachusetts, I just think it would be cool to be different plus it's his wedding, we should respect his wishes. Unless you three are the groom don't add anything, wait for your wedding days." Silence. "It wasn't even that deep, it was just a banter. Why are you so uptight Nick?" I teased. "Do you play for both teams?" Sam added making Tristan burst out laughing. I had no problem with people's genders and sexuality, homophobes bothered me because how exactly is it their business. On the brighter side I hoped he was because he could stir off Leona.

Then he gave me a slight nod to encourage me. First, I drew a single twig that trailed from his right chest up to his shoulder. Then adorned it with thorns. I knew thorns shouldn’t be included, but I somehow wanted it. As the blood oozed from his skin, his body turned tensed, and he also never stopped whimpering. “Don’t hold it out. Scream.” I told him. “I am strong enough to withstand this pain.” I scoffed. Would it hurt him if he screamed and accepted that this whole process was painful as hell? I assumed that his species had a high level of arrogance, thinking they were so strong that this little tool wouldn’t affect them much.

Tristan I sat at the edge of my seat, gripping the steering wheel as Trevor’s rejection sent a shockwave through me. My entire focus snapped back to their conversation. “What?!” Gamma Jeff exclaimed. His voice was laced with frustration and disbelief dripped from every word. “Can’t you see that the Moon Goddess is pushing you toward the destiny meant for you?!” A loud slam echoed through the wiretap. Gamma Jeff had pounded the table. “You cannot run away from this, Trevor. You are the rightful Alpha of the Silverwolf Pack. Our people are waiting for you. Will you let the pack continue suffering because of your brother’s incompetence?”

“This is how you do it. We move as a unit. A throuple. A single front.” Ava felt her knees weaken. Xander stared at him, shaking with anger. “How does that help the situation? I’m beginning to think I made a mistake suggesting that we become a throuple.” “I think allowing the world to see the truth is what’s best, because the truth will eventually come to light.” Ava whispered, throat dry, “Just come inside first, the neighbors are watching.” Tristan smirked. “Of course we will.” “I do not like the sound of this,” Xander whispered as he stepped back to let him in.

Hijack says as we watch Arden try to bypass my override. “You put another one on top of mine, right?” I ask. “Two, one with Sphinx’s code as well.” “I put a forth on there and then put a scrambler on it too. You’re welcome,” Tracker says. “Damn, I thought being newly mated would distract you, but it’s made you even more deadly,” I tease, watching Arden try to bypass our overrides. “Being mated to a deadly man makes one more deadly,” she says seriously. Of all of us, I'm the least intense. It's a tie between Tracker and Hijack who is more intense. Sphinx will add a nice balance to our group next year.