HOMESTUCK TYPING QUIRKS. by Sonamyfan5139, journal
HOMESTUCK TYPING QUIRKS.
Wanna be a Homestuck troll?Then Learn their quirks!!
Karkat Vantas
HIS IS THE FUCKING EASIEST.ALL CAPS.SIMPLE ENOUGH?GOOD.YOU FUCKING PRICKS.
Terezi Pyrope
H3RS' IS L1K3 L33T SP34K.ALL CAPS,A=4 E=3 AND I=1 SOO
T3R3Z1S' QU1RK IS PR3TTY 34SY.
Tavros Nitram
hIS IS A REVERSE CAPS THING, sTART WITH A LOWERCASE LETTER, THEN MAKE THE REST OF THE SENTENCE ALL CAPS, sUBSTITUTE PERIODS AS COMMAS,
Aradia Megido
hers is like this n0 punctuati0n and y0u substitute o f0r 0
Sollux Captor
hii2 ii2 liike thii2. double up the i in a word,replace to and too for two,and substitute s for 2
Nepeta Leijon
:33 < *ac smiles* hers' starts like that using
Gamzee x Grub!Reader - Bed Head by xTanuki, literature
Literature
Gamzee x Grub!Reader - Bed Head
Gamzee pointed the remote at the television, flipping through what seemed to be an endless sea of channels. He yawned, scratched his eyes a few times, and finally stopped on a semi-interesting show. He then kicked his feet up on the couch.
Boy, was he tired.
As Gamzee gazed into the animated box, his eyelids began to droop. Soon enough, he was snoring in a dead sleep.
"Motherfuckin' miracles..." He muttered, a goofy grin on his face. It was obvious he was having a good dream.
There was a squeak nearby.
Gamzee squeezed his eyes shut tighter, hoping to ignore the noise.
Squeak. Squeak.
Gamzee cautiously opened one eye and peeked over the
Brother!Kurloz x Sister!Reader - Protector by xTanuki, literature
Literature
Brother!Kurloz x Sister!Reader - Protector
It was happening again.
You had accidentally bumped into a couple fifth graders in the hallway; and you knew they were hostile.
These fifth graders were the exact same group that had stolen your lunch money every day, ripped up your homework, and even jumped you on your way to school a few times. Gosh, they were giving you complete hell, but you could do nothing about it. Being a puny second grader wasn’t easy.
“Hey, watch where you’re going!” The oldest boy yelled, pushing you to the ground.
You sniffled, trying not to cry. You were never good at holding in your emotions.
“What’s your problem?”