the year is 2024. homestuck has long since faded into obscurity. I cut out an article on the unpredicted rise of the juggalo party this presidential election, pinning it to my cork board coated in a layer of various clippings, maps and photographs held up with tacks connected by colorful string. meteors. excerpts from pesterlogs. clown sightings, some salvaged from 2016. one of the few surviving photos of andrew hussie flutters to the ground. his expression, enigmatic. his prophecies, invaluable.
ok but why aren’t there more post-retcon davekat meteor fics with vriska and terezi just doing random shit in the background?? please they are in cahoots now, they totally and without apology would have made dave and karkat’s lives hell. i mean can you imagine??? just… some like… dramatic and emotional davekat moment happening and then the door bangs open and HERE THEY ARE, wearing rp outfits, shouting something incomprehensible and leaving a trail of an unidentified squelching substance on the floor as they parade through to the other side