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John draws upon every scrap of power he has and grows the absolute biggest he's capable of getting.
Often times he wondered how big he could get. Several times he had grown large enough that his height could only be counted in light-years, and even then the light-years looked like millimeters compared to his vastness. But he had never gone to what was his limit. Did he even have a limit? He wasn’t quite sure…There was always a chance to find out.It was easy to forget how powerful he really was. Yes, he showed it off when he devours entire galaxies, create new planets out of dust, or wipe out an entire race with a bat of his eye. But he could do so much more, if he put his mind to it. All of that was but a fraction of what he could truly do. Today, however, was not the day that he decided to experiment with his true abilities.He started at his smallest, two-hundred feet, and rose up from there. The planets which had dwarfed him soon shrunk to nothing but specks in his vision within seconds, and still he continued to grow. The Solar System that housed his Earth became infinitesimal before his very eyes, and the Milky Way soon after that. Galaxies began to spin around his incredible form, forming chains as they gravitated to him. Soon, they too became nothing.For a while it was just him and the darkness of space, and it was only when he focused on one spot could he see the true details. Nebulae and galaxies, millions upon millions of stars the size of atoms compared to him. Then, he felt like he hit something. It wasn’t solid, though he couldn’t seem to pierce through it. He continued to grow, his body curling up as much as it could in the increasingly tighter space.And soon, the pressure was gone, and he was left staring at a swirling cosmic mass of a Genesis Frog. He had popped straight out of its stomach, which sealed itself shortly after. Glancing around, he saw similar Frogs, all of varying size and color. They all retained the same, blank look in their eyes. He grew and he grew until he could hold one of the frogs between his fingers, and decided to stop there.This was it. There was nothing more outside of these frogs. Unless…One of John’s unimaginably macroscopic hands picked up one of the frogs, his own frog, and popped it into his mouth. If there was nothing outside of the frogs, then /he/ would be what is outside of it. John himself would be the holder of not just one universe in his stomach, but all universes. And from the looks of it? He had a whole lot of frogs to consume.
Prompt: AU where john is a twisted and evil god who takes immense pleasure in making the lives of tinies a living hell.
His face filled the Earth’s skies once more, stretching on for miles and miles. Had they not known who He was, not known what He could do, will do, and has done, the people of Earth would have thought Him to be a stunning, beautiful monolithic being. He was like an Ancient Greek statue, molded to perfection, except His beauty and glory was almost too much to bear. Especially considering the fact He was a monster.For as long as any humans living on Earth could remember, they had been used like some sort of entertainment for Him. They were forced to bow down and pray to Him, as He was God. He had created them out of nothing, and for that they should be thankful. They had to scream themselves hoarse for mercy, for forgiveness–but what did they need forgiveness for? What had they done?Sometimes He would listen to their pleas, spare them some pain for a single day…But most of the time, He would ignore them, and their hell would continue anew.Today, their God looked contemplative. His face was stoic and cold, indifferent, glorious, miles wide eyes narrowed down at them. They suspected the Earth was simply the size of a pea to Him today.After a moment, His voice boomed from the heavens, making several million go deaf simply from hearing the first word.“You pitiful little insects…You think that round of groveling was enough to earn mercy? I am God, you pathetic dust-mites, and I deserve so much more than that!”Chaos ensued then, just as it always did when He rejected their pleas. It was a stressful couple of moments as He contemplated what to do with them.And then His mouth opened, blowing a wave of hot breath at the planet. Earth shook violently simply from that, buildings toppling over from the force of a single, small breath from their God. Almost ironically to all the pain it caused, at least his breath didn’t smell bad. In fact, it was a lovely scent, like the winds blowing through a field…His tongue, large enough to hold their entire solar system upon, stretched out underneath their planet, slamming into it with such a force those who survived afterward probably had a miracle on their side.Or a curse.The Earth moved at an impossible speed towards the gaping astronomical maw of God, a single drip of saliva coating the planet and promptly drowning all who still lived. Or, at least, all but one, who watched the planet become crushed by nothing more than a tongue.A minute later, their planet reformed, everything still intact, everyone still living, as His smile stretched devilishly above them.“Tomorrow will be worse, little ones…” His thunderous voice cooed.“Tomorrow your whole galaxy gets no mercy from God.”
Jade’s Big Entrance
Jade Harley was never one for simplicity. Even when she was younger she enjoyed bizarre hobbies, interests, and activities. Rarely did she ever stay still for very long, wanting to keep herself interested and busy as much as she could. This made her recent spell of laziness all the more surprising.
Without much need to work or anything to keep her island up and running, she really had just gradually fallen into a months-long period of not really doing anything. Sure she’d chat with her friends sometimes, then go for a walk around the island or play some games, but for a good few months she didn’t so much as teleport or float off the ground like she was always fond of. This was exceptionally unusual for her, as any who knew her would be sure to remember how absurdly often she enjoyed using her abilities.
It wasn’t until a few months into her break she caught herself and realized what she’d been doing. She was just wading her feet in her island’s waters when it finally hit her…she’d been so…*small*, for so, so long! It was an utter shock, a travesty, she hadn’t so much as held a comet in ages!
This, she knew, had to be fixed. How could she deprive everyone of the best dog goddess ever for so long?
So, without much preperation, she decide she’d *really* let loose. And when Jade harley lets loose, she freaking means it.
It was near instantaneously that the earth’s skies were entirely filled with green fires and electricity, the entire planet quaking like never before as unlimited cosmic energies arced through the world without end. Jade was just doing this to warm up of course, taking but a tiny spark of her power and letting it flow through the world, but to everyone else it was like Armageddon in the air. Then, she was ready.
In one moment, there was nothing, the cosmos acted as normal and all was as it should be. Then, in another instant, there was Harley. Above every world, there was Jade. Above every start and solar system, there was Jade. Above every galaxy and supercluster there was Jade. Above her own universe, and every one like it, there was Jade. Above every multiverse, macroverse, *omniverse*, there was Jade. Sitting in the void, above absolutely all that was, there was Jade.
In between cupped hands, Jade brought a baseball-sized orb of sparkling brilliance up to her grinning face. This was *everything*, every last atom that was not hers, every last lifeform aside from herself, spacetime laid out in one easy to manage entitiy. Her grin widened and her eyes sparkled with the utter brillaince of the light within it, she held all that was within her gentle ashen hands, each minor wiggle of her excited fingers displacing who knows how much of creation with them, bending and folding like sand or snow.
She could just relax there in the nothingness for who knows how long, cradling creation next to her, but she had something she wanted to do. Bringing it as close to her face as she could, her lips parted into a toothy smile spanning reality, and let out a statement that would thunder through paradox space like a rolling and omnipresent wave, each cataclysmic world and each overwhelming syllabus rocking reality to it’s very foundation despite it’s cheery and mischievous tone.
“Guess who’s back in action~?”
(( Jade? ))
GROW.
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you can’t tell the diff between your sister and your girlfriend???
"Action Hank marathon. Your place?"
The Lady of Life
fores((got inspired by a picture on my dash earlier, enjoy an AU RoxyJane fic))
If there’s one word to describe Roxy Lalonde, it’s determined. One could also use ‘silly’ ‘tipsy’ ‘obnoxious’ or even ‘nerd’, but determined was fitting to describe her work ethic when it came to her interests. A natural scientist, Roxy had been fundamentally fixated on an idea she’d traced across the world. From the earliest recordings of mankind, there has always been mention of a ‘great lady’ towering and beautiful that guided humans and all life to fruition, and supposedly was one to start life itself in eons past. Accounts vary widely, but almost all cultures agreed on this basic foundation.
Roxy, never being one to put down a good idea, toiled for months gathering each little scrap of information about the mythic being, and while most turned up empty, she eventually found a single thread to follow. Off the west coast of the Americas was a small island in the Atlantic Ocean, amazingly it was said to be uninhabitable despite being in a lush area of the world, and this was supposedly due to eternally-choppy waters and strange wind patterns surrounding it that made human visitation impossible. No official or unofficial expedition had ever been done there, and according to her notes the mainland nearest this island supposedly had unusually high amounts of artifacts related to this strange mythic woman she studied, so she figured there was no better place to start.
Now, many colleagues tried to dissuade her from doing this, practically suicide to try and visit the doomed isle, but she was far too determined to turn back now, and wasn’t going to let a bunch of naysayers get her to stop. So, she spent the next few months designing and building a sea craft able to stand up to the unnatural defenses of the isle unscathed, and once it was done she set off for her destination.
Overall, the results were mixed.
On the one hand, she actually did manage to defy the odds and get through to the shore of the forgotten island, but on the other it was because her ship ripped in half when she got near and she was shipwrecked in the rocks. Still, it had the result she was hoping for, and was left to explore the lush secrete isle. Indeed, it was like a veritable garden of Eden, possessing all manner of wonderful plants and animals, environments like a lush forest stretching from end to end of the island.
At first, Roxy was just happy to survive the wreck, but over time she became dissapointed; she’d traveled all this way and all she had for it was a pretty but wholly boring island to show for it!
And then she felt a boom.
The earth shook and shuddered as if a mighty weight had been dropped, knocking Roxy to the ground and left her prone. She got up after a few moments, but was still shocked at the sudden event. At first she didn’t know what to make of it, but then she noted a distinct pattern to the disturbed leaves and brush of the forest, pointing to a potential source, and her curiosity grew. It took her around ten or twelve minutes, but soon she stumbled across a clearing, and with it, her prize.
She was an utter colossus, smooth light brown form stretching over the treetops even sitting down, no tree even reaching her knees at the lowest point. Her pale skin was speckled with white dots on her upper body, leading up to her, in roxy’s own words, ‘freakin’ adorbs’ face, rounded and vibrant. Her eyes of blue sparkled like pools of water, and her greenish hair was parted by two brown antlers emerging from her head. She was exactly like she was described in the most ancient of records, sitting there gently wading her feet into a small lake.
Roxy couldn’t help but just sit there, awestruck by the supernatural beauty of the goddess she’d stumbled upon, and was dumbfounded as she frantically sketched and recorded her incredible discovery in her journal. She went so fast in fact, she stressed her pencil, and made a loud snap as it gave way under her speeding hand. Roxy froze at this as she saw the goddess pause, and turn her gaze toward her.
Roxy didn’t know what to do, utterly at a loss, and so she went back to that most basic of instincts; run the heck away. She bolted in the other direction as fast as she could, but it would only be with two steps the ethereal woman’s huge pale-brown foot slammed down like a wall in front of her, running headfirst into the soft surface and falling on her butt. Soon, the nature deity was standing over her, hands on her hips and towering like a small mountain over her, looming face in an inquisitive and somewhat annoyed expression.
“...Ey I know I probably fricked up real bad, but would you mind holdin’ that pose for a lil’ bit? That is like, the perfect perspective for my notes, you look super awesome.”
“….Uh, sure :B”
this ask came to me in a dream and i must speak on its behalf: what do you think about homestuck beyond canon
I think it's too early for me to have a well-formed opinion at this point, for a very specific reason.
I basically agree with the majority opinion that the post-epilogue story which would eventually become Beyond Canon is characterised by a whole lot of spite toward its target audience. Where I differ is that I don't think this is anything new; a certain sneering contempt for their audience has always been a hallmark of Andrew Hussie's work, and it's present in Homestuck right from day one. At most, Hussie getting burnt out from the Hiveswap fiasco resulted in a text that's somewhat less willing to entertain the polite fiction that its readers are in on the joke, but that's not a change – it's just saying the quiet part out loud.
The interesting part is that this contempt isn't merely undirected bile: it's motivated by a particular stance regarding the purpose of fiction. Writing a story which invites emotional investment, then turning around and calling you a stupid baby for actually becoming invested in it is one of Hussie's favoured narrative sleights of hand, but it's not the Charlie Brown-esque football pull it appears to be – or, rather, it's not only that. Lurking under it is the insistence that fictional characters are, ultimately, objects: tools for exploring a narrative space. Ironic detachment is the only "correct" way to approach works of fiction, because when you emotionally relate to a fictional character (or, heaven forfend, actually identify with one), you are fundamentally committing a category error – like you've mistaken a hat for your wife.*
To what extent Hussie actually believes any of that, and to what extent it's just a very committed bit they're doing is a fair question, but that's not important here; sincere or not, the opening stages of (what was not yet) Beyond Canon are dyed in the cloth with it. Care of the comic has subsequently been handed off to a separate creative team who, to all textual evidence, don't buy into this notion of what-fiction-is-for at all, but they're building on a foundation that's steeped in it. What we're looking at now is a serialised narrative which disagrees with its own premise. I genuinely cannot imagine what sort of flower they're expecting to grow in the soil they've been given, and I don't think we're far enough in to draw any well-supported conclusions just yet.
All of which is a very complicated way of saying that I'm just here for the show!
* With apologies to Oliver Sacks.
Another commission @supehmario did for me. Jade needs to get remesured!
A thick and chubby Jane with hyper boobs, commissioned anonymously.
Here’s the 2nd-place winner of the July Patreon poll: “A sequel to these two Summer!stuck pictures (#1, #2) with Rose being back and with way bigger hips/thighs and huge boobs of her own. Jade and Vriska have gone through some growth of their own and are both even bustier and with slightly bigger hips/thighs. the discussion about bra problems continues with Rose included now and everyone is bulging out of their tops lots! Rose still has the beachball with her giving us a great size comparison.”
Top three poll winners get drawn every month, and $10 donators get to submit poll options (maximum 3 characters)!
Here’s the 2nd-place winning suggestion of the August Patreon Poll: "A sequel to the old volleyball pic with Aradia, Terezi, and Vriska. They’ve all grown a lot since then and all have very thick hourglass figures. Aradia is slightly more bottom heavy while Vriska is a bit bustier. Terezis figure is balanced.“
Grimbark Jade and Crockertier Jane are very, very, very, *very* good ;B
They’re even better in full on giant, hyper curvy mode!
Jade grinning with an almost… feral air, her teeth sharp and eyes glowing like green stars, but they are stars, two portals to the Green Sun itself, her body visibly growing larger as she draws upon it’s power. Her claws lengthening, her face mischevious and hungry all at the same time.
Jane is there, and everywhere, things unconsciously moving as she wills them. Her expression is calm; not cold, exactly, the steady perfection of one who has transcended the limits of chemicals and hormones, she feels what she wants and what she thinks, and what she knows she wants is dominion over all. The circuits glow red and bright as she leans down, her triple-digit figure pressing out against even those loose robes, and she bids her servants to OBEY~
Evil sorcerer giantess Vriska having a lot of difficulty getting her mega giantess dragon familiar Terezi to cooperate with her. Blackrom feelings ensue.
It’ll be easy, they said.Awaken a dragon titan from beneath the world and make a bargain withher, they said. She’ll make a great familiar, they said.
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Jane Growth + Uneven Hair Growth Thing
(( So this was a thing that I just sorta felt like doing after all those fics today, though the hair part was more a request of someone in a Skype chat I’m in and I have no idea if I did the hair growth stuff well at all but yeah. And it’s just growth, but hopefully it’s enjoyable! 0u0 ))
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✥ (gigagnostic)
✥ Play fighting!
Jade bent at the knees, a playfully smug smirk as her expression while she took a readied stance, arms held out with palms open. Combat was a necessary portion of everyday life on Alternia, and Karkat, despite how well he avoided conflict and the protection he was provided, did sort of innately wish to indulge in it from time to time aside from simple training. While he disliked it for the most part, it was nice to have a different sparring partner, and his human friend was more than willing to oblige to help him out in that regard.
Forgoing any sort of protective gear apart from loose, simple workout clothing like a tank top and shorts, Karkat stood before his opponent in a makeshift ring of a circle drawn into the ground, the locale of their battle his backyard, nimbly stretching while he prepped and got into his own stance. It was more than a little intimidating considering she had the height, weight, and strength advantage, but at least she had promised no god tier powers of any kind, and they had established beforehand it was simply for fun; if either party were to be harmed (Jade making it fair and stating that for Karkat’s sake) they’d stop immediately.
“ready? >:)” Asked as she lowered herself further so she was level with him.
“AS MUCH AS I’LL EVER BE. PROMISE YOU’LL TAKE IT EASY?”
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SPENDING THE LAST FEW DAYS OF WARMTH BEFORE WINTER COMES TO BITE OUR ASSES WITH ITS CHILLY FANGS.
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(Seems our dear little Karkat has gotten the attention of a duo of massive cherub girls, and they seem quite pleased with the situation. Karkat….a little overwhelmed.
Good luck karkat, you’ll need it!)
(A great commission from twisted-art-wounders!)
A display of bright green washed over her cheeks, practically making her face glow and almost giving warmth to the natural coolness of her body. “So Uh-U-Um, when did yoU get that … ?” Her eyes keenly focused on something nearly invisible before her, senses enhanced tremendously by space powers. She practically sputtered out her answer, trying to keep calm.
“OH YOU KNOW,” his own came in reply, hands gracefully sliding along the curvature of his form, making sure his poses were slight, delicate, very intentional. “I GOT IT THE OTHER DAY. WAS WAITING TO SHOW YOU …”
The entire horizon before him rumbled, miles upon miles of unending green shifting, the picoscopic mutant having to brace himself to withstand the godlike movement of his matesprit as she leaned in closer to observe his infinitesimal self. Karkat gazed heavenwards to the colossal cherubim that dominated all he could survey and more, still trying to remain collected himself. It wasn’t every day he found himself attempting to fluster her, especially at this size scale, but he was so fortunate to have Kanaya sew this up for him. He was going to just buy it, but a ludicrous price abstained such a thought.
And yes, he did have her make it this size specifically.
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