Fanstuck قصص

NOTE: This book is about headcanons ideas for allys characters. Which means every oc in this book belongs to her so does the cover and probaly all the art in it

Four new beta kids plunge into a brand new adventure.

The Beta kids went through, then the Alpha kids. But they both failed. What if someone gave the Earthlings and Alternians one last chance; and called it Omega. They, the kids and the trolls, reverted the game back to before Beta, and began to remake it from scratch. Of course, it will still have many of the same qualities an maybe a few more bugs. But what do you expect? When finished, they created, through ectobiology, a whole new generation of kids and trolls to attempt at brand new start. And now, it's the Omega kids' and trolls' turns. Will they be able to do it? Or will they fail like the rest? I do not own Homestuck; Andrew Hussie does. All I own is the cover, which I know sucks balls.

I just felt like making a story about my HS trolls so far. Please enjoy.

Sorry I suck at descriptions so basically you and lisp boy are morails and you start to get flushed for a certain crabby guy ;)

oh no please no god no not the homestuck please dear god noooOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Ask Fanstuck! Ask Karkat, Sollux, Dave, Dirk, Jake, John, Gamz, Tavros, Eridan, Nepeta, Eqius and Me and Soul!! -We won't use the quirks -We will do the pairing so all you need to do is ask the two Hope you Ask us NOW BE KAWAII!!!

I know this will probably get barely any views but I'm putting it up anyways. This is just to release my mind of any convos I've been thinkin' in my brain pan between my OC's.

All you Homestuck fans out there, this is my little brain thinking, hey, what if they were Mormon? For fun!

"wHAT iF iT wAS,,, uH ,,, fOREVER?"

Homestuck fantroll sorry there's nothing canon here... <Art by no one else but me> [Your name is RK, and you've been obstinately sitting in front of your computer smashing your keyboard with your face for the past 30 minutes, desperately wishing for something to shake you from your insufferable boredom. Imprints of the keystrokes were starting to form on your forehead when the screen of your computer illuminated to announce you're been pestered. Praying it wasn't your annoying 12 years old neighbour again, you open the Pesterchum window.]