hollow of the sky between you

I need to learn not to spend all my designated paper-writing time drawing homestuck fanarts. Is there some kind of pill I can take? Also the colors here are a little fucked because I painted this on my shitty netbook which sometimes displays colors oddly. I am not opening photoshop for this though, that shit takes up way too much memory for me to deal with right now.

aaanyway I am actually a pretty big fan of John/Dave! I mean, John/KK will always be my pet ship, but this fandom has kind of dispelled my usual OTP tendencies. I am working my way through drawing them all! Eventually.

So here I imagine them to be about 18 maybe, in a post-reset AU, and John oh-so-casually mentions that there’s a classic sci-fi marathon playing at the shitty theater downtown. So they sneak in and spend the whole movie whispering commentary to each other in the back through mouthfuls of milk duds for John and swedish fish for Dave, elbowing each other whenever they get too loud. They break down laughing when the spaceman steps out into the garish galaxy of special effects, and the usher throws them out.

They’re still shaking with laughter in the yellow light of the parking lot, leaning against John’s hand-me-down Corolla. “No wonder we pretty much stopped sending folks to space,” Dave drawls. “Looks that shitty, nobody’s gonna want to go. NASA’s gotta run all their space pictures through a billion photoshop filters to trick astronauts into haulilng their asses into those shuttles.”

“No, it—” John pauses, looking away. “It’s actually really pretty up there. That’s…it’s kinda what I wanted to—fuck, okay, it’s easier if I show you.” Before Dave can figure out what the hell he’s going on about, John grabs his hand and shoots straight up into the sky.

…augh sorry it kinda devolved into terrible pseudo-fic? my problem is that this doesn’t fit into any of my universes, so I have no outlet for the backstory.

Edit: took another look at the colors, went “That’s whack, yo,” and put it through some post-processing photoshop stuff.

Edit the second: okay, here is the rest of the pseudo-fic, for anyone who is interested.

The extended backstory is that they lost their powers when the world got reset, except that John just discovered that he's suddenly the Heir of Breath again. So the way that he tells Dave is this incredibly contrived set-up because he is John Egbert and that is how he rolls. And when they're suspended in the glowing sky and Dave is no longer about to have a goddamn panic attack at how physically fucking impossible all of this is, he pauses to replay the last hour and a half in his head, from the moment he showed up at the theater and Egbert was standing there in a button-down shirt, clutching two ziploc bags of candy.

"John," he says slowly. "John, was this a date?"

"Ha ha," says John. "A date, that's ridiculous, you're so funny, Dave. I mean. Yes?"

Dave tries to hide a grin at how much of a goddamn dork he is, and pulls John closer. John's eyes flutter shut like a heroine in a shitty romance novel, and Dave completely unironically thinks This moment, forever.

The circling stars freeze.

"You have got to be fucking kidding me," Dave says.

(lyrics from 'Little Dawn' by Ted Leo and the Pharmacists)