Historias de Sufferer

based on my life. - I don't expect anyone to read this. Inside this book is an insight to something that happened fairly recently in my life. Be mindful, be kind. Trauma is painful. TW: sa.

The story behind The Signless and The Psiioniic.

GHB x Sufferer Oneshot (cover is my artwork) I jolt up, a few fireflies flying around my head, startled. My ears perk up, straining for any noise drifting through the silence. I hear a heavy breath and turn, noticing a snoring center lusus. I sigh, looking up into the trees, slightly parted, showing the glowing moon. "... honk..." I freeze, the soft noise echoing around the clearing. I feel every muscle in my body tense, my blood pumper freeze as my vies ran cold. I tried to gold my breath, eventually taking a few short breaths, trying to convince myself i had heard wrong. Footsteps neared, startling a fairy bull, making it fly off into the forest, snorting. The center, tired, not waking quite yet. I glance at it, pleading it not to move and give away our position The steps halt and i allow a breath past my quivering lips, feeding my hungry lungs. "..Honk...." i freeze again, then move slightly, crawling backwards, trying to make it to the undergrowth. A sharp rock juts into my palm, and i bite my lip, surpassing the scream, i whimper. The centaur is awake now, and beginning to get up, head whipping back and forth. It spots me, and growls, its mustache twitching as it snarls. I try to shush it, but it becomes aggravated, balling its fists. The footsteps come closer, right outside of the clearing, and i cursed, jolting to my feet and making a mad dash for the tree line.

Really crappy. Mentions trolls. None of the song of cheparacters ate mine. Finished at 2:10 in the morn. Finish in less than 12 hours super crappy

Hello. This is a short HOMESTUCK fanfiction. If you do not know what Homestuck is, warning this will be odd to you. All the characters in the story belong to Andrew Hussie. This is only a fanfiction. Hope you enjoy!

A young adult who struggles with multiple personalities puts her difficult past behind her, to catch her family before they fall. Eventually, leading the way to find herself and make peace within.

In the realm of Alaëthria, the sky is a permanent, bruised violet and the earth yields only ash, yet no one has ever shed a tear for it. The world is objectively shattered: floating continents collide with terminal force, crops wither into ash under a dying sun and the streets are lined with the hollow-eyed victims of endless, senseless wars. Yet, a surreal psychic veil blankets the population. Whether human, elf, or beast-kin, the inhabitants are trapped in a state of perpetual, artificial euphoria. Perhaps a god grew tired of prayers and suffering. So it said," Let them be happy." And sealed everything else. They skip through famine-stricken markets with wide, glassy grins. Soldiers exchange jokes while bleeding out on the battlefield. The High Priests perform their daily rites in crumbling cathedrals not out of devotion or desperation, but as a hollow, rhythmic habit, their hymns are cheerful, tuneless humming because they have forgotten the concept of "help" or "mercy." This is a world where the tragedy isn't the suffering itself, but the fact that no one is left to weep for it except the one who rules this world with an iron fist.

I saw what the black smoke inside of me can do now. The smoke is like a venomous acid to people and caused them death and leaving just a flesh of bones behind. People started to screamed and running away from the black smoke. Then I saw the commander's face, his face showed of feared and I smirked at him. He tried to run away but it's too late for him because the black smoke had reached to his leg and he started to scream. I was standing in front of him with a smirked on my face. In 17th century, Luna and her family trying to find a safe place from the war zone but her parent had been killed and her sister die in the experiment they were trying to do. The Obsius stone gave her a power that beyond of people can imagine it. Can she control her power? Can she managed to control the demon inside of her? Can she escaped from death herself? P.S : Sorry for my wrong grammar because english is my second language. Hope you will like it give me the best stars you have

Random little tidbits about everybody

Misophonia awareness,story & facts

My biggest failure in life right now is my continued expectation of a clear-cut black and white scientific explanation of my unusual thought processes to be handed to me on a silver platter by a well-spoken Englishman. This is to be immediately followed by delivery of a 'quick fix' pill or piece of advice that will counter all of my mental health shortcomings with absolutely no side effects whatsoever. Yes, I continue to expect such revelations even though I know deep down that such a thing simply does not and cannot exist. We can't learn and grow without those unpleasant experiences being there to teach us, but you can't blame a girl for dreaming, right?

"We all know the story ~ The Signless was sent to execution by Her Imperious Condescension because he sparked a rebellion against her and the highbloods. One question was sparked within the witnesses of the cruelty- what if he had been saved? Why would the Condesce execute him later in time, and not right away? This answers the questions of the trolls, in my own work of fiction. - Siniah Neredi, Scribe" (This story is mostly in the Point of View of Her Imperious Condescension.) I do not own Homestuck or any of the characters used. Only the writing is mine.

This is a poem I just improvised one day when waiting for a YouTube video to load, but the sh*tty WiFi made it take forever.

Signless Night, the FIFTH installment of The Homestuck Holidays. Never thought I would enjoy this so much and it would get this far. Merry Christmas Eve! ~ivorySlitxox

A fanfiction based off of Andrew Hussie's Homestuck. I do not own Homestuck, the cover photo, or any of the characters except Sybil and the reader.

What happens when Signless and Karkat meet? Will Signless be happy to hear about Karkat? How are Karkat and his lusus (Crabdad). (This story is happening in a dreambubble/dream bubble.) This is inspired by Andrew Hussie's Homestuck! (Webcomic.) I own this story but not Homestuck or the characters used in the story. Story will come like next week. Stay Fabulous ;33

scars are my shining star

The Dolorosa, the Jade Mother, finds an abandoned grub with the mutant candy-red blood upon the ground of Alternia. (This fanfiction was inspired by the song "Jade Mother" off of the Homestuck album "coloUrs and mayhem: Universe A". This is the first fanfiction of a mini-series that I will create, consisting of "Jade Mother", "Iron Infidel", "Olive Scribe", and "Gold Pilot".)

We know GHB and Signless seemed to be enemies. But what about before the war? What about when they first met?