Grimbark Jade And Crockertier Jane Are Very, Very, Very, *very* Good ;B

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~

(( Jade? ))

GROW.

Heck yeah. Raw, unadultered NSFW under the cut. I wrote this before I wrote the stuff under the read more, so even I don’t know what’s under there, man. Be careful down there. It’ll be crazy.

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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.

(Condy feeds her “Little Prince” a bit too much)

Prom night Dextercup

✥ (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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