And Winding Down With Some Grimbark Jade.

And winding down with some grimbark Jade.

Very quick CT Jane Drabble for Friend

“You know, I really ought to do stuff like this more~” Jane said to nobody in particular, letting out a contented sigh as she relaxed in the hot sauna water. Her pure white and red form taking up quite a bit of the luxury bath befitting an empress of her status. “I work myself to the bone for my empire, I really need to learn to pamper myself now and then~”

Meanwhile, what was a pleasant bath for Jane was chaos for billions as the oceans of a world’s continents were suddenly replaced with an infinite boiling sea, the bathwater of their god-empress’ spa. Apparently they’d displeased her somehow, and she felt that killing two birds with one stone would be good to still keep today productive. Doling out punishments was one of her major hobbies, so this would still be a treat for her.

Droplets of water off of her raised thick leg would flood entire nations worth of land as she playfully adjusted her position, the splash alone causing cataclysmic earthquakes and tsunamis. The nations of the tiny world now adjusting to the steam of the bath and seeing the distant and blurry god-empress in the distance of the tub. Her colossally curvaceous form bare as can be, not even caring about her modesty in their presence. She’d playfully lean forward soon, and her dripping wet bust would just barley tap the northern regions of their lands, billions being smothered under the waters and crushed into rubble soon to be lost among the waters of the hot bath. 

The lands that remained intact would find her lowering her bust-line beneath the waters, getting close enough her vast cute but colossal face took up all the steamy sky, and then all of a sudden her monolithically massive bust rose again, taking the continents with them. The landmasses perfectly dangled between her breasts, almost falling into her cleavage.

With a giggle and a buck toothed smile and wink she’d pull apart her chest, letting the continents fall between the massive monochrome mammaries, and with a slap smash them together, utterly reducing the entire planet to dust. Grinding her red and white boobs together and giggling to both make sure the job was done and enjoy the process, she slunk back down into the hot waters, letting the bath cleanse the planetary debris from her chest.

Yep, she will *definitely* be doing this more often~

A Highblood Jade Harley, commissioned by @Rose-thorn-lalonde!

Remember that poll I took a few weeks ago? well here are the top 3 winners! (runners up where Meenah, Rose, and Roxy) People really liek to see Feferi huge :3

Commission for @themegamaryam

Goddess Terezi’s Avatar Day

(Commission for @alt-hammer of an AU where Terezi is a dragon goddess in a fantasy-themed setting and Karkat is her destined lover, perpetually reincarnating to be by her side; on a special day, she takes on a form able to be in the mortal world and goes on to live with him, as a 8ft tall hyper curvy MILF of a dragon-troll lady!)

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The old temple took up a good portion of the mountainside, but it did not look like a built thing, but a grown thing; stone polished and plated with a process to create something like luminous gemstones made the elegant curves dominating its design mirror the teal forest growing right around it, all the way around the fertile lower slopes of the mountain down to the ground below, over the ancient pathways and roads that now led to ruins and strongholds.

It was old. The towns and villages, in a patchwork of alliances that were slowly building into a true nation, lay in the shadow of giants and echoes of power. The means to construct something like that had been long forgotten; the towering walls were hundreds of feet high, supporting spires that rose higher than that, and the means to create such wonders were long forgotten.

The temple glistened and shone, and it was easy to see it even through the trees. And through the forests, along the old road that was still visible beneath the undergrowth and tangling tree roots that made up so much of the forest floor, a stout troll walked.

His name was Karkat Vantas; today, in deference to the warm weather, he wore a thin cloak trimmed in fur from beasts he had likely taken down himself. His walk was awkward, staggering upwards, like a crab forcing itself to walk forwards.

The cloak was gray, but the trim was a bright red. The same red as his unique mutant blood, with nary a hint of the lime-green shades the rest of his family shared. And that color was significant.

(There was a tradition, among the people who lived in the shadow of the temple and remembered who it honored, and who worshipped the teal dragon goddess.

Rarely was a child born with blood as red as a human or the clattering, playing-piece people of ivory and jet. And such children, individually only arising a few hundred years or so, were bound to this task.

Upon reaching age, they were to travel to the temple alone, and commune with the goddess. From the moment they were born, the oracles spoke and the scriptures read, they belonged to the goddess. Blood, soul and heart.

And they came back, changed, and claimed.

Karkat had been no different.)

If someone watching him had been a flying creature, able to watch him through the trees, they might have seen him walk through the forest with confidence, to the stairway leading to the temple and where the forest shied away, as if in respect to the goddess it represented.

And then, to watch him walk up those steps as though he had every right to it. He walked with the assurance and automatic knowledge of someone who had lived there for years, though his visits had been infrequent.

(Karkat Vantas had dreams.

(In some, Karkat was a woman; other times, subscribed to no binary gender identity. In some, he was a priest to the dragon goddess, or a tinkerer, or an alchemist, or every job known to trollkind. There were lifetimes beyond measure, as many as there were stars in the sky. And in the dreams, a great ocean of memory rolled onwards, gently flowing into him.

(And so intimately familiar. As though he was not learning, but remembering something he had forgotten.

Something from a lifetime ago.

And the shape of something might change, over the ages, and remain what it was; a ship could have all its parts replaced but remain the same ship. And so it was with him. He had been there, in some way, for a long, long time, across so many lifetimes.

He would keep coming back, as many times as needed, to stay with her.

His goddess.)

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