the moral of the story is that an art education means nothing if you make an intentionally shitty drawing to make fun of some fetish art and a smug homestuck fanartist with an “intro to cartooning” class under their belt and something to prove catches wind of it
Listen, I know these weirdly accurate situations of reality mirroring Homestuck are funny and all, but let’s keep in mind that when we actually DO end up with Juggalo presidents, you know where your allegiance lies. We won’t tolerate such ruthless corporate corruption in our government. We reserve the right to make our art, however intentionally or unintentionally shitty. Accepting applications for the Strilonde rebellion now. Compressed .jpeg artifacts will be in production by 2019. They are our last hope. Power to the people.
I apologize in advanced bc this was a dare so I’m not putting my all into this travesty - hence, the intentionality of shitty writing.
It was their first semester in the afterlife. Ram + Kurt were making hawt secks in their ghostly bedroom to celebrate both of their would-be18th birthdays. They had waited so long to be legal to move beyond 1st base lol.
A hand. Down his pants. Oops, it hit the zipper and got a small cut. It was okay bc Kurt lifted it up to his gay little lips and sucked the blood starting to ooze from Ram’s very pasty and slender fingers. Sucking on his finger made them hornier, somehow. They prepared their bodacious twinky bodies for tender loving and their (pre-lubed) assholes for insertion, because they were versatile gays.
They didn’t need condoms bc they believed that ghost STDs weren’t a thing in the afterlife.
Meanwhile in the world of the living, Veronica got into her college of choice and met a much cuter girlfriend with a much more defined jawbone than JD ever had. She and her new girlfriend, [redacted], scissored themselves into oblivion AKA death.
Poof! They appeared next to Ram and Kurt’s bedroom. They heard moaning through the bedroom door. They burst open the door because they had no sense of basic decency in death and joined in. Everyone was respectful of each other’s boundaries and there was 100% consent. God smiled down upon all these homosexuals, now-turned bisexuals.
Then they all made sweet love to the soundtrack from Tommy Wiseau’s The Room.
Ok... Bear with me... But... You and your fiancée's meeting would make such a good davekat au
au where they’re both in the same fandom and karkat writes super serious longfic with carefully constructed arc and narrative thats been strenuously edited and is really good if a little purple prosey, and then dave comes along and starts getting popular for his snarky shitty intentionally awful ironic fic poking fun at the people taking it seriously including karkat himself
the fandom divides into camps
months later after they’ve been shitting on each other for awhile neither has any idea what to do when dave realizes karkat does have a sense of humor and can actually crank out some supremely fucking funny shitposts with the best of them and karkat realizes that dave actually does really genuinely love the fandom and have really interesting insightful thoughts about it he’s just too embarrassed to express them because it’s hella not cool to take fandom so seriously