mid-childan-puella-magi:

So I’m just gonna have to make some assumptions on the ending…

-Aradia and Sollux are fine. They teleported onto the new Earth a few minutes after John and co left. They then spent the next five thousand years screwing around, averting disasters, safeguarding the new civilization, and leaving sick memes in ruins from the drowned Earth. At some point they picked up Davepeta, Jasprose, and Gamzee, who after a lot of time to recover is doing fine. 

-The Kingdoms are neither Kingdoms nor separated by species. The locations in the pictures are the old capitals, largely considered to be relics of a bygone time; in modern times, people can live freely wherever and with whoever they like. They are also led by a duly elected council with fair representation from each species.

-The kids are not actually in charge of their kingdoms. They’re basically there to wear crowns and wave in parades. No one actually let a bunch of traumatized 18 year olds with maybe a semester’s worth of knowledge about governance or civics or politics actually take over the government.

-Jade is as much a part of the new SkaiaNet as Jake is, and Jake goes out to explore architectural ruins with the others as often as he wants. 

-At some point people get John to actually redecorate or maybe move out and spend some time with other people instead of being sad in the frozen empty memory of what life was like before the Game started. 

-At some point Jane rebrands and makes the CrockerCorp logo bright cyan. 

-Someone throws that fucking lollipop into the singularity and good riddance to it. 

biblioprincessdalian:

other stories: kill off the lesbians

homestuck: kill off almost everyone except the lesbians, who become immortal god-queens of theyre own kingdom, have an on-screen gay wedding

swamp-wizard:

rose: Here is one of many phallic monuments Dave erected to woo Karkat… and over here you will see exactly where I made out with Kanaya for the first time, and I was too fucking gay to ever pick up my lost shoe. Anyone else have any wholesome landmarks to the healing power of gay love to share?

dirk, trying to remember if his crusty, decomposing disembodied head is still rolling around in the remnants of jakes house on lomax somewhere: No.