After a tragic death, Lincoln Loud returns from the grave. Now he must do what it takes to find out why and how he came back, protect his family, learn to control his new found powers and fight an evil force that threatens all of existence.

Lincoln is drawn to the digital world and finds a new friend.

Una simple exposición de ideas y borradores de The Loud House que por diversas razones no podre llevar a cabo y que por ende dejo a disposición para quien quiera llevarlas a cabo o basarse en ellas para crear historias de The Loud House.

Special thanks to my beta: funkl3ss Lincoln Loud feels terrible, the recent misunderstandings with his family have made him doubt his value as a Loud, and, if it were not enough, the pressure about finding his talent and even love begins to grow his stress. Pretend to be all normal to avoid raise suspicions of his sisters, but how long will you keep the mask before it finally breaks? Damn the day heard that voice. Crack and crack. The real being will come out of the mirror.

Lincoln finally had enough of his family treating like crap and how much he gets bullied at school and he is just tired of the town and after then kicking him out of the house he had it now he goes down path of evil and he is going to get revenge on the entire town what does this product have in store for him.

when Lincoln was kick out the house he then see it was Lynn fault that he was outside in the first place so he snapped and got really anger. I don't own Jack.

With Connie ready to move out of Beach City, Steven and Connie decide to fuse permanently. What does this mean for the crystal gems, and for homeworld? Artwork by PricklyAlpaca

[On Hiatus] Steven is happy to have a best friend always by his side. However, he starts to have affectionate feelings he's afraid are possibly mutual. Rated M for sexual themes.

Steven and Connie have feelings for each other but to what? The next step is harder than movies portray. This takes place after the movie and none of the characters or fan art are mine.

My father spoke of them when I was young. He had lived in the area we now camped as a boy. He remembered the men that were like us but were not us. They were stronger and bigger. And the relations between our clan and theirs had ended badly. We had returned to this land of harsh winters and summers with plentiful game. We were meaning to stay. We knew the risks. We knew the others were here as well. I felt them watching and waiting. What would they do? (M for later chapters)