John Draws Upon Every Scrap Of Power He Has And Grows The Absolute Biggest He's Capable Of Getting.

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.

"Action Hank marathon. Your place?"

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.

A thick and chubby Jane with hyper boobs, commissioned anonymously.

Another commission @supehmario did for me. Jade needs to get remesured!