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a grian n joel fusion, turquoise!!! his clothes r heavily inspired by joel's lastlife wizard skin
based on @chrisrin 's gemcyt designs!
i'd like to imagine that they r a vaguely unstable fusion and they tend to destabilize at any 'minor' inconvenience, but they are surprisingly brutal in combat and are far too nonchalant about shattering gems <3
#gemcyt#grian fanart#smallishbeans fanart#also forgot that grians weapons are bombs woopsie#also also their dance is a little based on slam dancing? its not very elegant but they sync up well#paramnesian art
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Fuck it, fic rec list time!
I'm bored and can't sleep so here's a non-exhaustive list of some of my favorite Star Wars fics. I'm leaving the really well known ones off, wanna share some of the more obscure gems.
Not Placid Stars But Singularities by iceplanet
He stands before Sidious, head bowed, helmet pinching at the back of his neck where he hasn’t yet gotten the med droid to file down the sharp edges. Sharpness is another fact of life, now: the feel of metal digging into flesh defines his every motion. Given the time and the opportunity, he himself could probably have built prosthetics better than the ones he currently wears.
“Your task, Lord Vader,” Sidious is saying, “is to transform this heap of antiquated softness into a palace worthy of our new Empire.”
In the weeks after Mustafar, Vader must come to terms with his new body and the remnants of his past. In the process, he has a few conversations that he does not expect.
This one has everything I love: ghosts, mutilation, Vader being the saddest wettest murder meow meow, Sith Lord batshittery. What fun.
Skin Graft by HENST33TH
“ I hurt you.” killed her, Vader's stomach roiled. Bile clawed at his throat as he looked at her. He wasn't making any sense. Her face softened some. “ Dreams…?” she said. Padme thought she understood.
It was sick, it was corrosive. He was unfaithful. For twenty years he was unfaithful. He hurt her children. He needed to spit it out. Explain. She deserves it. She needs to know. Vader needed to crack himself open. Padme needed to tear him apart. For her safety.
He got out of bed. Twitching with the need. Shaking with the pressure inside of him. Taught like a noose.
He stood before her. She placed her hands on his arms. “Then what, Anakin.” Anakin, Anakin, Anakin.
Vader sank to his knees. Resting his head against her middle, he breathed. The shame clung to him and coated his throat till he was choking on it. “It’s so much worse than that.” all at once the future loomed over him. Daunting, a beast of its own. How can he explain it?
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Or, Anakin Skywalker gets thrown back in time. He has to learn:
1 how to have a body again
2. To curb his Raging insecure attachment style.
3. That his wife should be the one making the important galactic decisions.
A newer fic that I am quickly becoming obsessed with. The way it's written is perfect. The characterization is perfect. Everything about it is perfect imo. And the ending of this latest chapter. Masterpiece. I want 10 more.
Nameless, On the Edge of Nowhere by Taxonamie
Following the presumed death of the evil Emperor and his hulking henchman Darth Vader, the fledging Alliance stands on the verge of victory! But as they press their advantage against a destabilized Empire and manifest from the seeds of Rebel resistance, can this new government survive their own instability?
Among the scattered Imperial forces of the second Death Star, Darth Vader's disapparence is not so final as they would hope. Worse yet, the Rebel Hero Luke Skywalker has gone missing!
Alone and disadvantaged, what will Anakin Skywalker do to find his son? Will he walk the razor's edge of tentative alliance with the Rebel Forces, or succumb to the draw of Imperial power? Free from all Masters, can Anakin Skywalker learn who he wants to be, at last?
Princess Leia Organa must navigate this minefield of clashing obligations and dripping grudges, all the while attempting to understand a heritage she hates, a brother she loves, and a mysterious mother she cannot understand.
I think this fic is the most successful at bridging the gap between Prequel Anakin and OT Vader that I have ever read. They genuinely feel like a continuation of the same character here rather than a disjointed Before and After.
trust displays by AshToSilver
Rex meets Luke and Leia for the very first time the night they are born.
I love how sweet but also horrifically fucked up this one is. Cannot express how much this fic has influences the way I write the clones.
in morsum ardeo by astarsdarkheart
A fallen Jedi and Lord of the Sith burns in a pyre on the banks of a river of fire. Something else rises from the ashes.
This series rewired my brain. Like, holy shit. Holy shit. I don't think I could ever actually choose a top favorite fic of all time, but honestly? This one makes a strong case for itself. It has haunted me every day since I first read it over a year ago.
Forever War by yujacheong
Vader has trouble distinguishing between the past and the present. Fortunately, it rarely matters in the context of the Empire's forever war.
Love me a good Vader character study.
this place loves what it eats by roadtripexpert
What could be called but isn’t death, or Leia Organa doesn't kill the man formerly known as Anakin Skywalker
I know I've already recommended this one but it is just. So fucking good. The note from my bookmark: Father-daughter roadtrip results in about as much murder and bitching as you would expect.
relieved to live in the wreckage by niniblack
When Obi-wan doesn’t follow Padmé to Mustafar, she’s able to convince Anakin to run away from everything with her. But this doesn't prevent his nightmares from coming true, and he's left alone in a hostile galaxy with the infants she begged him to protect.
“Master Anakin,” Threepio says, still hovering in the doorway. “Might I suggest bouncing the children?”
Anakin stops pacing around with the twins, head swiveling to look at Threepio. He doesn’t have to ask what the fuck Threepio is talking about; Artoo does it for him.
Threepio seems to draw himself up as straight as he can. “I have conducted extensive research on the subject of human childrearing in anticipation of Mistress Padmé giving birth. Holding an infant and gently bouncing them in the parent’s arms is thought to be an excellent calming method.”
“Oh,” Anakin says. “I thought you meant… bouncing them on the floor or something.”
The note from my bookmark: Single dad Anakin. Congratulations buddy, no one's ever done it worse.
Send the Whole Damned Thing Down the Drain by handstitchedanarchist
“Are you a conscripted soldier or a battle slave?” General Skywalker asks him one day.
Rex thinks about it. And then thinks about it a little longer. And then he has to admit, “I’m not sure what the difference is.”
The general looks distant and… sad? “Yeah, me neither,” he says.
This is another one that has greatly influenced the way I write the clones.
Gonna end the list here cuz my meds are starting to kick in and I feel like I'm going to fall over
#fic recs#pretty sure i only picked fics with less than 1k kudos#some of these are criminally underrated#not going to think about what this list implies about me lmao#there is definitely a running theme with the fics i chose
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Theory: There Wasn't Supposed To Be An End Portal (Or: Why Jimmy's Curse Broke)
So! I've been turning this around in my head for a bit now but I've now got some level of possible supporting evidence for it and you know what? Why not! I'll post it!
(technically i've already posted it but with somewhat less coherency and no tags)
So. If you, uh, hang on. Lemme just get the timestamp.
1:38:16 Last Life lore stream. Discussed concept that going to the End could/would break the loop, but the Watchers would never give them a piece of land with an end portal in it.
So the theory goes that Grian obtained some info and, upon seeing that local bestie Mumbo was gonna have to go through the game again after what happened last time, went fuck it and threw a stronghold into the place at the very last second before starting the game in an attempt to break the loop. His starting the game somewhat earlier than intended was also part of why Tango wound up needing possession therapy. Adding that one in because I want to use the phrase "possession therapy".
Punishment hard tasks are often given assuming that the player will fail. But Gem and Bdubs actually managed it- and if the loop isn't broken, then it IS seriously destabilized/starting to fall apart.
Jimmy broke his curse (at least partially) when he went to the End.
Lizzie, the only one to die before Jimmy, died in the End before she could really get the revenge arc rolling. That death of hers was straight up not meant to happen- had they not had End access, Jimmy's curse would be intact.
After Lizzie dies, Grian sends this in chat
And of course he apologizes for her death, considers it to be his own fault. If he hadn't thrown in the portal, thus messing with the cycle, she'd have lasted longer.
Of course, we won't know if he actually managed to break the loop until we either do or don't get another season. But either way, nothing is the same anymore.
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Re: (721666474305011712): This kind of reminds me of something I've been thinking about for a while, and this ask helped me put it into words. I think part of the problem with the shounen, shoujo, childrens cartoon stans, and YA "fans" the anon describes is the same thing: Adults who have functionally outgrown genre/demographics aimed at kids who then attempt to reimagine the stories as things meant for adults, but when the text falls apart under this premise (because it's still for kids!) they get upset. It's a weird state of arrested Development.
Yes, that YA novel about teenagers destabilizing a corrupt regime has young characters in war settings being taught by adults. It's aimed at kids! Read Dune or The Things They Carried. Yes, in SnK the Eldians thank Eren at the end for trying to help them, not because they approve of genocide (obviously because they kill him and his followers for it) but because of course there's going to be some acknowledgment of "the power of nakama." It's aimed at kids! It's a battle shounen, so it's still bound to some conventions of the genre/demographic like friendship, as sloppy/misplaced as it may be. There's even the power of friendship in Kingdom even though it's also a shounen manga about war that's well-written. Read The Ravages of Time instead. Yes, they're nice to the other oppressive gems in Steven Universe at the end. They're teaching kids about forgiveness.It's not the Iliad or Night. It's for children! Doesn't necessarily mean all things for children are poorly written, but they have to be understood as what they are.
At some point as an adult, you have to learn how to meet stories where they are in order to engage which them properly. Yes, we can read, interpret, and analyze the text as it presents itself, but you also have to place the text in its proper contexts to understand it, as well. When was it created? What is the target audience? What are other works within the same parameters, and what are the genre conventions? There's not really any childrens media that will completely hold up when you interpret it as something for adults with the maturity of adult stories (And this goes doubly for AtLA, not because it's any better or worse as a war story, but it's definitely For Children and doesn't hold a candle to other war stories for adults, despite how many of its fans loudly, annoyingly claim otherwise). We're adults! Enjoy things for adults if you want stories with the maturity for adults! It's time to grow up!
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I think much of the issue is that people feel bad for not actually wanting to consume media aimed at adults, and then, sometimes, resentful of other adults who do.
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GemCYT Sub-Zero: Weapons!
Cupquake just uses potions on her end. Squid doesn’t have a real weapon, he just uses whatever’s given to him and W A T E R
Now the fun facts:
-Larimar can’t pull his swords from his gem or put them in there. His gem (or rather the end of his gem that is exposed in that form) is too small. He just has sheaths to either side of him.
-Also I gave Lari two swords because it’s cool.
-Larimar can also channel his ice powers into the blade edges, so he could cut an area and freeze the area.
-James’s destabilizer rod also doubles as a conductive lightning rod due to having electrical properties. The shenanigans that lead to that discovery were… unquestionably stupid to say the least.
-James inherited the rod from his gem parent (like how Steven inherited the shield from Rose) and he’s had it for his entire life. He found out he had it when he was around 11, shocked and hurt himself way too many times, and then proceeded to not touch it until his early 20s.
-Justin makes his own arrows using energy for his crossbow using energy from his gem, the same energy used to make interactive holograms.
-Different colors of arrows for Justin mean different effects, most based off different arrow tips and enchantments from Minecraft. Red is fire aspect, orange is explosive, green is poisonous or corrosive, yellow destabilizes, blue is slowness, etc.
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i am like a poor victorian child on the streets with a cup asking for crumbs of your au? perhaps? :)
first off, thank you for this ask. it made me laugh. SECONDLY. OH BOY. YOU ARE GETTING MORE THAN CRUMBS
SO. the premise is, after nearly twelve years of the rift being closed, those on empires awake one morning to find their world slowly starting to fall apart. placed blocks don't always place at first, and then at all. they rubberband around when trying to walk. holes appear in the ground, straight to the void below. entire chunks disappear, or reset to their natural state. magic is faulty, not always working, or causing frequent misfires. food no longer grows properly, and the sun and moon move slower through the sky. it's a gradual change, but the magic can be felt in the air, slowly charging as things get stronger. as things get worse.
Shelby, being the resident witch and having fought to become supreme witch not that long before, is the first to figure it out. the rift has reopened, and has begun to destabilize their reality. it quickly becomes a race to save their universe, as it's slowly ripped apart and taken from them. slowly destroyed before their eyes, while they try everything to save it. gem, being the resident universe hopper, is recruited in Shelby's attempts to save their home in their race against time.
on the Hermitcraft side of the rift, nothing really has changed. there's no destabilization. the rift is open, but they cannot enter it, not that any would want to after gem tells them how badly the other side is affected. they pool together to try and save the linked server... while also preparing for the worse, in case it can't be saved. they'll readily accept them as refugees, though everyone hopes it won't come to that.
synopsis out of the way. I do wanna write something for it. it would absolutely be a multi POV story, one that changes every chapter. since it would take place after witchcraft smp, it'll be tons of fun to explore how things have changed in the decade between the finales and when the story takes place.
i do have a lot planned out already cause I've been sitting on this for at least a month now. gempearl is a given, along with nature wives. they're the main four in the story, which is probably not surprising at all lol.
if you want specifics PLEASE feel free to ask because I am BREWING things up. I won't spoil the plot BUT I am so down to talk about where I think everyone will be after the decade.
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hey! May i ask for a very shy and inexperienced s/o having her first time with shiva? something like… her face turning red when he's saying dirty stuff to her.. 🤔 (nsfw please)
I have to say it, I enjoyed it A LOT. So, sorry for the long wait but I didn’t contain myself and I wrote an essay, basically. My bad… btw, hope you like it!
@evansuvamp This is for you too!
Violets and Roses, and Your Love
🌼Pairing: Shiva x Flower goddess!reader
🌼Warnings: mention of sex (body worship, fingering, oral), dirty talking, kinks (praise kink)
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A new dawn appears on the horizon, starting to dye the world with the colors of the day. In the small and deep green wood you call home, the only place where you feel completely at ease, its rays penetrate slowly to illuminate your body serenely abandoned to sleep and watched over by a large ring of anemones and crocuses. Not a single noise disturbs it: the trees trap everything that may be annoying to you, dampening the sounds and welcoming only the animals and the forces that bring life in these places. Nothing must be allowed to disturb the repose of their keeper, the Flower Maiden, and every living being who dwells there lives up to this vow.
The great palaces of the gods are far away and the gold and marble they flaunt are useless here; not a jewel adorns your bare neck and your head lying limply on a jasmine pillow, nor does it descend along the waves of your hair or on your delicately colored dresses: you don’t need it, because a thousand and a thousand buds with incredible shades already fulfill this task breathing with you. There is only peace around you, and dreams behind your eyelids: visions of spring, of wind and perfumes, of sunsets and mornings awaiting the new gems, and red and blue and pink and yellow waves, triumphs of wonder.
The fingers of the hands are open and placed on the ground, and the blessing you see in the dream flows from you to the earth, penetrates its body and nourishes it, gives it the future you see and lets it become its son, a sprout that will see the light at the right time; and a sweet smile blooms on your lips, shaking the ground around you.
Meanwhile, a cheerful and soft humming is spreading in the air: someone is slowly approaching the wood, taking all the time because they know that with you there is no hurry, and trying to win over the protection that the trees offer you with their gaze. He doesn’t want to hurt you, he would never dare or want to, yet he would like to watch you sleep and, perhaps, be the one to wake you up. The silent sentinels are determined to prevent it, and the newcomer can only obey their will and, once he arrives in front of their gaze, turn his back to them to sit on the ground and wait for the sun to make you open your eyes; thus, with two of his four arms crossed on his chest and the other two busy stroking the soft grass that dances in the morning breeze, the mighty god who has come to visit you enjoys all the calm of the place while the endless chant continues to flow from his throat.
Ultimately it is this, and not the light, that catches your mind and carries it out of sleep, causing you to slowly open your eyes and breathe deeply as you sit up. The trees and all the flowers shake with you, announcing that the Goddess is awake, and the visitor also pauses and smiles, then resumes.
Waves of vibrant heat glide up to your skin and lap it: it’s still a new sensation for you, which always leaves you destabilized ― but which certainly doesn’t create discomfort, quite the contrary. So, with cheeks just flushed and hands clasped around your arms to hold the shawl you have wrapped yourself in, you step gracefully out of the woods to meet your host’s radiant gaze, and then smile softly as you meet him. Every time your breath plays some trick, but you prefer to keep this to yourself, as long as you can hide it.
«Good morning! The princess has left the world of dreams⁓ Was the night good, Y/N?»
Looking at the cheerful face of the one standing in front of you, you cannot help but smile even more; and you look down, feeling the boil rise up your legs as his deep voice creeps into the air, while at your feet three bluebells blossom, one after the other. «Good morning, Lord Shiva», you reply with a soft voice and a hint of emotion, «it is always a pleasure to start my day with you.»
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Sometimes not even the most powerful and far-sighted gods can understand where fate is leading them: its turns remain hidden even from their eyes, even if it makes itself felt in advance. Perhaps, when its voice sings for the first time, the time has not yet come to understand it and therefore it goes unheard: it must try again, again and again, until it is too late and, having gathered all the pieces, what had to happen happened… and not always negatively.
Even before meeting you in person, Shiva had a vision of you through the words of his beloved wives, who were weaving a story in which you were the protagonist together with all your creatures; but that night was warm, endless and full of promise, and your name was lost in its black silk folds.
The second time, Parvati spoke about you again while she filled her great husband’s hair with forget-me-nots, telling him how you used to cover meadows and palaces with blossoms with just one look: your hands are never closed, your smile is always present, and the gift of life follows you as the deepest of certainties. You weave spring, dream of summer and create it for creatures: you are perhaps the purest expression of the beauty of Nature and its grace, and you are seen as such.
The God of Destruction didn’t reply, lulling into his wife’s soft tone and thinking skeptically how such a gentle deity could exist, and why he had never met her; maybe you were just a story that Parvati told him to paint a non-existent reality even among the gods… until he really saw you, and all his thoughts changed. To tell the truth, it would have been difficult for anyone to resist you: not appearing as you appeared before his eyes, not in the bewitching light of the sunset.
The day you entered his story, a road of flowers of all kinds, which and how many Shiva had never seen anywhere before, suddenly opened before him as part of a dream: swirls of petals with shades countless leaves swept it and rolled in the early evening wind, very sweet perfumes spread everywhere, rustlings and murmurs mingled under the moon that slowly rose from behind a row of cypresses to the top of the hill in front of him, and the god was unable to win the spell that enveloped the place. His feet decided for him, leading him along the road of gentians, cyclamen and vesparias and making him forget every commitment and duty, because his curiosity was too great and the flowers seemed to call him on purpose, holding him back and guiding him towards the unknown.
And then, finally, the great Shiva saw you.
Wrapped in pink and white veils, long hair gently tossed in the wind and parted around you like a crown, mouth open and murmuring and hands raised, you were an ode, a prayer, which only the purest of men could create, and the greatest of divinities welcome: the most sublime of songs was your essence and emanated from you to become a dance that united all the flowers that were touched by your eyes and mind, which rose from the earth and they opened up like many stars, filling reality with countless new colors and scents.
The Lord of Destruction found himself having no words to describe you, nor to be able to call your name; he just stared at you for a very long time, unable to even think about leaving, feeling the energy that you poured into the ground gushing inside him. Nothing like, however, what he felt when you became aware of his presence and turned to place your large eyes on his face, and smiled.
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Although you are not known for being a self-confident goddess and, indeed, someone even makes fun of you for your shyness, with Shiva it is natural for you to open up, as if it were right: his expansiveness and joy never fail to make you smile and to follow his speeches and gestures for hours and hours, and his company full of movement does not make you uncomfortable; you are the one who fears boring him and not being interesting enough, clumsy and inadequate to even be around him. The great Hindu god has never given and does not give any basis to these fears, he proves greedy for your presence and much more than happy every time you appear to his gaze, coming to meet you himself whenever he needs a place to rest and detach himself from his duties; yet those fears always survive, laughing at you.
But there is always something else, something deeper, that pushes you beyond some of your limits and challenges all your insecurities.
How can a goddess of flowers, regeneration and life exist without knowing love and feeling its kiss on her skin? For some time now new thoughts have begun to invade your mind every time you are in the company of Shiva, playing with your sensations and goading you as you watch him stretch out on the meadows and bask in the sun surrounded by a sea of grass and flowers, and you can’t ignore the hot shiver running down your spine; or when you instinctively lean towards him to feel the warmth emanating from his skin more strongly and suddenly you realize you want him on you, and inside.
Shiva doesn’t know it, but every time you blush, get embarrassed and invaded by these impulses, a flower appears on your body: your wide robes keep the secret and protect you from indiscreet questions, but now it is becoming more and more difficult to keep it under control, especially when it is the divinity who stares at you with his feline and always half closed eyes, the placid and perennial smile painted on his face and his body relaxed, but vibrant and ready for action at any moment.
Let yourself be welcomed by his arms, your thoughts murmur, persuasive like a slow caress, don’t you see how he is waiting for you? Conquer your fears, or let him do it for you. But do something!
He would never accept someone like me. He has three wives, one more splendid than the other: I can’t compete with them, I should stop deluding myself. No, it’s better that he doesn’t know what I feel: I’d lose even more consideration in his eyes.
Stupid that you are, you are worth as much as they are! Step forward!
You listen to them, but you don’t act; you barely shake your hands and place them on the ground, while inside you sigh and a solitary flower emerges on some part of you, waiting for you to be alone and to be able to pick it, to then observe it with a slight sense of sadness in your heart. One day all this will pass; I just have to wait.
This morning is no exception to the rule; however, today you are strangely tired, almost exhausted, and for the first time you listen to Shiva’s words with the wish that he would go away as soon as possible and allow you to catch your breath, to stop tormenting your body with his mere presence. It is great suffering for you to stay there, even if you manage not to point it out. But for how long?
Peacefully lying next to you on a meadow so full of flowers that not even a breath of wind can pass, the god seems intent on not giving you a break for the whole day and, exactly on the contrary, today he seems even more carefree than his usual; in the end, as much as you feel sorry for it, it’s you who has to take matters into your own hands and interrupt him gently, almost putting your hand over his mouth. «Great Shiva, please hear me.»
«Hmm? Tell me, dear Y/N. Is something… something wrong?»
You wring your hands as you see his expression change in an instant, and you feel terribly guilty for what you will say. But it cannot be otherwise. «I do not feel so good today. I think it’s better… indeed, it’s better that I go back to the woods, where I can rest and wait for the discomfort to pass. Forgive me.»
Shiva doesn’t wait even a moment to leap to his feet, then extends two hands to help you get up. «Why didn’t you tell me right away? I would have let you rest!»
His excited voice makes your heart leap, and you falter for a moment as you take his hands and rely on his strength. «I thought I could resist… and I didn’t want to be a burden, that’s it; but I seem to have overestimated my energies.»
Without replying immediately, Shiva wraps an arm around your waist to support you, but leaves enough space for you not to feel uncomfortable; he knows your shyness well, he wouldn’t do anything to put you in discomfort. «You never fail to be so kind and sweet to me, Y/N…», he murmurs with a hint of severity in his voice, «… but I would have preferred the truth. Come on, I’ll walk you home.»
You bow your head and blush a little, and while feeling the desire to get closer to him, you free yourself from his grip and step back a few steps. «Don’t worry about me, I’ll go alone so I won’t take up any more of your time; and forgive me again for my lie. Good day, Great Shiva.»
Motionless, the god stares at you for a few moments with a confused expression: you don’t even give him time to speak and run away with all the strength you have left, to then suddenly stop, blocking you in a splendid patch of daffodils with such an intense yellow to look like fragments of sun. But what am I doing?, you scream inside yourself as you breathe more and more heavily and wrap yourself in your arms, feeling a deep cold descend on your body. The revelation is strong and powerful enough to make you dizzy, yet it doesn’t come so unexpectedly. Is this what he deserves, and is this what I deserve? No. He wants the truth, and this too is: he should know it, painful as it is. Despite everything, I can’t be selfish enough to keep it hidden forever. Come what may… I must have the courage not to hide anymore. «Great Shiva!»
You hardly have time to turn around when he has already reached you; he has probably been chasing you all along, and the thought alone makes you blush heavily. Punctual, you feel a slight pinch on your belly: from the scent that is released in the air, a hyacinth has just sprouted from your navel. Fantastic.
«I knew it wasn’t a good idea for you to go alone... luckily I didn’t listen to you», the god begins, stretching out all four arms to pick you up and support you; you manage to grab two of his hands and slowly intertwine your fingers with his, then you push him to look you in the eyes, making total silence descend on you for at least a minute. It’s not easy for you, but you are so tired; especially to keep it all inside. Only now do you really realize it.
«Lord Shiva…», you finally murmur, in a tone so low that you can hardly hear yourself, hesitating a moment longer and then freeing yourself from your immense weight, «do you think you could ever love me? If I gave you my body… would you accept it?»
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«Do you think you could ever love me? If I gave you my body… would you accept it?»
Upon hearing these quick and feeble words, the God of Destruction, the chaotic and fiery Shiva, the Lord of the Dance… remains in complete silence, stunned. Even the small clouds that dot the sky have frozen and are waiting to see how things develop; but that will take quite a while.
Eyes wide open and hands still in mid-air, the Hindu god cannot believe his ears: surely he was wrong, because the sweet and shy Y/N, the sublime goddess who populates the world with a thousand colors, the name who has long since entered his dreams and joined that of his three beautiful wives, can’t really have asked him to… to… no, it can’t be real. «You look very bad, Y/N: you are not yourself. Come on, come on, you need a long rest.»
You bow your head at those words, biting your lip as you try to contain the wave of sadness that has just hit you; and shake your head slightly, releasing his hands. «I knew it: so it’s a no…»
For the third time in a few moments, Shiva’s tongue remains motionless. So he hasn’t misunderstood at all, Y/N is truly offering herself to him; and without a shadow of a joke. «Come on», he finally manages to murmur after a pause, before approaching you and lifting you gently in his arms, «these are things that need privacy.»
You lean back against his chest without relaxing at all, trembling from the tears you hold back tightly, and you turn your head so that he can’t see anything in your gaze; you barely notice that he’s heading for your scented wood, to leave you there alone wallowing in rejection. You knew, you knew it was going to be this way! And you wanted to do it anyway, to be able to breathe again… and now, here you are about to burst into tears like a newborn. You are truly a force. «There’s no need to be so hasty», you chirp as the shadow of the trees already extends over you and moves away to let you pass, hearing the guardian arrive, «you can leave me here. I’ll be fine.»
He doesn’t answer or make any sign of stopping until you find yourself in the exact heart of the wood, where until a few hours before you slept and dreamed; he places you on the ground, inside the ring of anemones and crocuses, and kneels beside you and looks at you, while you lie down, leaning on your elbows. «Good!», you exclaim, showing off a certainty that doesn’t belong to you, least of all now, «I’d say we can greet-»
This time it’s Shiva who places a finger on your lips and deprives you of your voice, and then runs it along your entire mouth; and as you widen your eyes in surprise, his face leans towards yours, while a slight smile gradually becomes wider and becomes similar to a grin. The three free hands rest perilously close to your legs and belly, past the ring of flowers, and you begin to breathe faster. It’s suddenly full summer in the woods, as blossoms of all kinds emerge from your skin and around you, and you can’t even think of controlling them.
«Oh, no no!», Shiva murmurs, answering your words as he moves even closer, «since we are alone now, you and I… why don’t you repeat what you told me before?»
You feel yourself burning and melting under his gaze full of light, and without wanting to you lie down completely; but one hand of his is quick to slip under your back and support you to sit up, and another to push away the strands of hair that have slipped onto your forehead. Shiva laughs heartily as he stares at your face, then hugs you to his chest and digs his fingers into your hair, stroking it. «I tell you clearly: if you really want me to accept your love, then you have to do the same with mine», he whispers, blowing his warm breath into your ears, «but you have to tell me. Come on, Y/N… tell me how you feel about me, and I’ll do the same.»
«Great Shiva…», you murmur, instinctively clenching your legs, crushing petals between your thighs and spreading their fragrance everywhere, «… don’t make me fall in love with you more than I already am.»
«But that’s what I want: you must be crazy about me… even if it won’t be a problem to drive you insane once I have you all to myself, naked and quivering in my arms.»
«G-Great Shiva!» Another laugh covers your strangled voice, and then the irreparable happens: wild roses, orchids, camellias and other flowers sprout everywhere on your body, from your neck, on your hands and feet, and even on your head, now surmounted by a splendid magnolia gem, which opens its petals only when the god, surprised and fascinated by the phenomenon, bends down to observe it. «How…how did you do it?», he murmurs, his eyes fixed on the flower as his hands caress your face and arms, touching the buds and causing them to open wide. One by one they all fall to the ground, planting themselves firmly in the earth, surrounding you as if to guard both of you.
«It happens to me every time I feel a strong emotion», you murmur as you watch the sprouts appear again and again, and he chases them one by one, «I can’t control it…»
«It is a splendid thing, and worthy of you!», is the reply of Shiva, completely ecstatic at that sight, «And now, if my lady will allow me, I will do everything to make her a splendid flowery meadow⁓»
You look away, already embarrassed enough, then you take one of his hands and bring it to your mouth, repeatedly kissing the back, palm and fingers, letting them follow the waves of your hair and play with the strands. «I think you already know the answer…my lord.» You let that same hand go down your neck and under the neckline of your dress, you allow it to drum the fingers on your collarbones and even further down, up to the hollow that separates your breasts. The others delicately cling to the garment, in a very short time they will take it off you to fully enjoy what is hidden underneath: you are ready for this. «Just, please… take your time. I… well, you would be the first one I welcome into my body. No one else before you.»
Shiva narrows his eyes at those words and his grip becomes more iron, while pure fire rumbles in his veins. Everything contributes to a violent arousal in him: your reserve and equally the courage with which you are exposing yourself ― how difficult must it be for you to go that far? ―, your body that blossoms with every whisper that leaves his mouth, and now also that information that makes him grow in a warm feeling of pride and power. If before it was difficult to resist you, now it is almost impossible. «So you’re really telling me I’ll be the first to taste your breasts? The first to see how you’ll blush as I hold you so tight it takes your breath away and give you no rest? Because I’m very, very hungry now, and you’re not helping me.»
«Have fun at my expense, but this is the truth», you reply while slightly frowning; and then Shiva smiles sweetly, leans more towards you and doesn’t stop until your bodies adhere and you can feel his chest rubbing against your breasts in slow circular movements, making your nipples turgid. «Okay, no more joking; now the most beautiful little flower in the world needs my care... and who am I not to listen to her heartfelt prayers?»
Without even thinking of an answer, if any, you welcome Shiva’s kiss without hesitation, digging your hands into his hair and holding his head; two of his hands do the same, looking for the nape of your neck and cheeks, while the others begin to caress your hips and uncover your legs by lifting your dress. A low moan leaves your mouth as his fingers lightly pinch your thigh as they uncover it, and you hear the god respond with a low laugh; then the kiss deepens and he makes you lie down on the ground, before pressing you with his whole body on the soft floral bed and cage you in his own arms. You may be shy, but right now you are much less shy than usual and your hands never miss the opportunity to probe his chest and caress his back, feeling carefully and enjoying the boil you feel under your fingertips, as well as his body that holds you firmly against the earth and rustles against yours; it is even better than you ever imagined… and it is all yet to begin.
«Well, sweet Y/N… let’s see if you can relax properly», is the first thing Shiva murmurs in your ear as soon as he releases your mouth, «and have no fear, you are in excellent hands⁓»
You are dealing with an expert, self-confident and gentle lover: you understand it from the way he frees you from your clothes without forcing anything or tearing a single ribbon or piece of fabric, from the touch with which his hands are preparing to get to know every centimeter of exposed skin, from the look that never leaves you and carefully observe your every reaction, to then focus on your body as soon as it is completely naked. Flashes of appreciation and excitement cross his eyes as they glide over your breasts, belly and hips and what your thighs grip tenaciously, making you blush more and birthing more gems: something he likes a lot, given how much he enjoys seize them from you while caressing and touching everywhere, looking for all the most sensitive points.
Just then, the Lord of the Dance steps back from you and crouches at your feet, freeing your ankle of the iris that has just sprouted on your skin; and at that scene you instinctively stretch your thin, bare foot towards his chest, barely touching it. He is quick to take it and his lips rest on its back to deposit light kisses, while his hands massage your fingers and sole giving you all sorts of shivers; his mouth and tongue already know their job as they slowly go up the ankle and move towards the calf, the knee and the thigh, leaving behind a warm humid trail that tears from you more and more violent gasps and writhes, which they push him to continue without changing the speed.
Big drops of sweat rise to bead your skin, slide between your breasts and along your belly, stick your hair to your back and seem to concentrate between your legs, where Shiva is reaching, taking all the time he wants to fully savor you. A little nip on the thighs, more tooth pressure than anything else, is enough to swing them open, at which point the god glides between them, leaving your feet free to concentrate the pressure of his hands on your hips and below your knees. His eyes trap yours causing an amused grimace to arise, and always maintaining eye contact Shiva brushes your opening with his mouth, blowing hot breath on your lips.
His hands tighten more to hold you still and prevent you from squirming, but he doesn’t intervene to stop the little cry you can’t control: the more you moan and pant, the more you shake, the more he will continue… but you have to want it, because there would be no respect and honor in attempting something you don’t want. Hurting yourself is absolutely unthinkable and unacceptable. «Is that what you really want, Y/N? Don’t worry, if you feel uncomfortable we can stop here. There’s no rush.»
«No, it’s fine», you reply, breathing hard with emotion, «don’t stop, please.»
Shiva smiles, then places a kiss on both of your thighs. «I’ll be kind, don’t doubt me», he murmurs, before pulling you slightly towards him, positioning himself better and starting to attack your lips and folds with his tongue, letting it wander everywhere, licking, sucking, tormenting, penetrating deeper and deeper, just scraping with the teeth.
You throw your head back, your mouth wide open and already dry from the loud moans, digging your fingers into his hair and squeezing it tightly while shivers, tremors and jolts of pleasure invade every part of you reaching like waves that don’t retract ever, making you twist and filling every corner of the wood with buds and corollas of any type of vegetable man has ever seen or dreamed of, and even of those that belong only to the deities. The god’s hands have to work hard to hold you still, but it’s a job they do gladly: feeling how you move and how your skin quivers is an absolute pleasure for them and for the entity to which they belong, your broken voice and the prayers that escape from your beautiful lips are music to your lord’s ears and there is nothing more satisfying than seeing the vivid blush that covers your cheeks, your belly rise and fall continuously and your breasts dance the rhythm he imposes; yes, you are a wonderful vision, how can he resist the thought of driving you crazy with some movement of the tongue? You are now at his complete mercy and he will never let you go: you chose your fate.
Meanwhile, in your mind time dilates to the point of spasm, your thoughts die one by one under the sensual and burning torture to which Shiva subjects you, your fears clink like crystal glasses and shatter: they can do nothing against the Lord of Destruction, his tongue tames every part of you that will not obey pleasure; they will never come back to haunt you, not with him doing this task much more skillfully.
«Lord Shiva! Lord Shiva, please- please-»
«Hmm? Did you call me, water lily?» At the umpteenth prayer he hears, the Lord of Svarga suddenly stops, allowing you to catch your breath; the mouth dripping with your fluids, he reaches out towards you and stares at you from above, towering over your body.
«I… I think I’m about to pass out», you chirp, your eyes shining and watering but not for pain and sadness ― many other sensations are holding you prisoner; in response, Shiva smiles sadistically and licks his lips, then his hand leaves your leg to take the place of the tongue, caressing and teasing the outermost lips. «Really? Do you want me to help you do that?»
You don’t know how to reply, the look that begs more pleasure than pity, and the god obeys it; while he puts a finger inside you, starting to penetrate you, he wraps you with two of his arms and hugs you, while his free hand goes up your belly and stops on a breast, starting to massage it. Your chin resting against his chest but your face turned upwards, to meet his gaze, you embrace Shiva and dig your nails into his back, giving him a shiver that pushes him to deepen the penetration by inserting a second finger. «Good chick», he praises you as he descends to cover your forehead with kisses, sweet and slow, «continue with your prayers, go on.»
Again, the purest pleasure grabs and squeezes you until it takes your breath away, this time amplified by the proximity to the body of your lover; and you close your eyes as you abandon yourself against him and fulfill his request by praising him and invoking his name several times amidst the moans, hidden, protected and guarded by the arms of Shiva and a river of flowers.
For the first time, during your first time with the god you love, you are not afraid to show up and let go, and blossom.
#record of ragnarok shiva#ror shiva#shuumatsu no valkyrie shiva#snv shiva#record of ragnarok#shuumatsu no valkyrie#ror x reader#snv x reader
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Bathhouse lore! Bathhouse lore! Bathhouse lore!
when Heavengrounds was built after the realm-fall phase of the Universe being unstable, the first function of the place was to create a bridgeway to connect to the Bathhouse
the purpose of the Bathhouse is to protect those who want to traverse outside of their realm/dimension from getting their own existence unstable to the point of being destroyed
being cleansed by the water makes you invisible and practically non-existent to the Universe for certain amount of time, preventing from being infected with destabilization
post-Heavengrounds, the Bathhouse is mostly used by the angels as they don't originate from the mortal realm but before that, usually you'd find gods, dimension-hoppers, and other immortals --demons originate from the mortal realm, so they don't use the Bathhouse unless for travel
due to incidents of travellers coming back with slight destabilization from incomplete bathing (mortals typically not comprehending the importance of the water), the angels that are regulars there began to do monitoring work. most divines that work there are mostly voluntary.
Aro wears a 4-point star gem (which can be found on anyone only wearing the Bathhouse's module) that was given/made before a proper open bridgeway to the the place was built. it allows them to create a direct portal to any location within the Bathhouse. only less than a hundred are still used and functioning.
below the Bathhouse are the 'Spirit Waters' which was desire-pathed by lost ghosts and other spirit based creatures
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Star Ruby for Disco Universe! Easiest gem to choose for this au as she's literally named Ruby in game lol. I put a spin on things by making her a star ruby, which are among the rarest rubies in the world. Ruby feels like she's being hunted throughout the story of Disco Elysium, so I thought something like a "crosshair" on her face applied well for her paranoid disposition.
Her gem is on her left temple, and she wears the headphones to protect her gem from the Pale Latitude Compressor in the AU. I'm still workshopping the compressor (and the pale itself) and it's lore in this AU but in my mind it works much like the compressor in that the radio frequencies scramble information within the gem, a bit like the Gem Destabilizer in Steven Universe, but without poofing gems. The Pale however, I still need to give some more thought.
Please please please send me your headcannons or ideas for this crossover! I will also take requests for artwork, particularly for this crossover. Also, below is an image of a Star Ruby for reference:
#ruby disco elysium#ruby the instigator#disco elysium#disco universe#steven universe#disco elysium au#steven universe crossover#disco elysium crossover#disco elysium alternate universe#my art#art#illustration
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My rewrite if steven universe so far, lore and art:
White was the first created by a combusted star coming into contact with a type of alien fungus that was trying to spread as much as it could, which is what cause whites motive to try and colonize till the end of the cosmos. When white took form she rooted herself into what is home world, most see her as home world herself since she is whats keeping it together. She is like a tree, and when making gems she used her cavern in her chest to take all moisture from the air and inject her essence into the plant, creating her original court, all of these gems where made with little care, the only thing important was if they could get the job she wanted done. So she sent two groups each carrying essence filled with impurities she didnt want which is what made yellow and blue. For a while time goes on each diamonds courts growing and growing till one day white feels a build up of impurity, earth is the planet she chose to incubate the next diamond, who was meant to be red but whites impatience to get rid of her impurity sabotaged pinks creation and so she came out off color, pinks creation took out russia and bits of the areas that surrounded it, as thats where she was incubated at, when she emerged she came out kinda like amethyst, blank and clueless. So she ran into the forests where she made indirect contact with humans, as she watched them her body started to take a proper form, her anatomy mimicking that of a humans. When white saw she was quick to try and shatter pink not wanting suck a pathetic being to be associated with power but blue and yellow talked her out of it using the reason of lack of resources to not destroy her. Since pink was made on earth she was given it to finish colonizing it but one thing led to another and the rebellion started.
Brief gem biology and sneak peak at the crystal gems:
So in my rewrite, gems aren’t made of light, their a elemental fungi organism. All gem stones have seams with micro holes in them which is what allows gems to retreat back into their stone and regenerate. But they only retreat into their gem when they are harmed in a way that would kill a human. When inside their stone, a gem is conscious and can observe around them, but when in a bubble or destabilized they are unconscious. A gem cant, or well shouldn’t rush out of their gem when regenerating as it may harm their physical form. When a fusion poofs the gems that make it up will not regenerate until all gems in the fusion are ready to form back. Most clothes a gem wears is their body but like the diamonds other gems will add accessories to themself that are removable. When a gem like amethyst stays in the ground to long or “come out wrong” their gem will always be the default size of that gem type so the stone is not proportional to the body the gem has.
#art#my art#knickknack’s art#artists on tumblr#sketch#traditional art#artist#fanart#steven universe#steven unvierse au#white diamond#blue diamond#yellow diamond#pink diamond#garnet#pearl#amethyst#amethyst su#amethyst steven universe#pearl su#pearl steven universe#garnet su#garnet steven universe#pink diamond su#pink diamond steven universe#sapphire#sapphire su#sapphire steven universe#ruby#ruby su
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Okay so hear me out. I wanna do something.
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I’ve always been fascinated by the interactions of Jasper and Steven in Future, and how removed they are from their own characters. I know that because of cooperate meddling and time-constraints, we never get to see that interaction play out much longer than what we get. I always wondered if they went back to make amends after the events of "I Am My Monster", because Jasper is actually concerned about following Steven for protection, has moved into little homeschool, and Steven actually took her concern to heart, even if she destroyed a wall to convey it. The gap between them has closed and there are no voiced words of apologies between what happened in “Fragments", leading me to believe they already happened in the big time gap we have between e19 and e20.
The characters are foils to one another, but they do line up in ways that I kind of want to write about? Draw about? I dunno. I know it’ll take me forever and a half if I even go through with it but I want to throw this into the void.
I’ve seen lots of Jasper-Steven fusions, but I wondered about a stable one. "Pink Onyx" or just "Onyx" is the chosen name/gem, keeping in the silicate family. Jasper’s rank as a solider and Steven’s rank as a diamond makes me think a native Onyx is like an Agate, but strictly for military groups, likely along with, or directly under, the hessonites/pyropes/demantoids. Onyx as a gem also happens to be similar to an agate and only differs by the nature of its striping, which I thought was cool.
So yeah have some stuff I have been pondering. Might do something with it one day soon.
Stats and info under the break for curious folk who wanna know that stuff:
Gem type: Onyx
Gem locations: Navel, nose bridge
Height: 2 teen Stevens tall, or as tall as Steven sitting on Jasper’s shoulders [about 11ft]
Eye color: Maroon
Pronouns: Fluid depending on who is in control. Would answer to anything. Stable fusion is a they/them
Weapon(s): 2 Bagknakhs which double as shields, size can be adjusted, used on primary pair of arms as fist weapons.
Voice quality: Gravely, masculine, mid to low octave range when stable. Two-tone Jasper/Steven when not stable
Powers: Can do everything a Jasper and a Steven can do. Focusing more on powers brought out during their time together in the woods, like super speed and strength, levitation, ect. Diamond durability against destabilizers and healing abilities. Can be assumed to have healing spit and tears, too. Heightened melee combat skills. Their existence is a power all its own.
Weaknesses: 25% human, so gotta do human things 25% of the time. Competitive and reckless, excitable. Instability in the fusion makes it intensely risky to use and even more difficult to maintain for a fight if it mattered. If Steven has a panic attack/pink episode, so does the fusion. Components in-fight more than they cooperate.
#steven universe#steven universe future#fanart#art#su fanart#digital#c423art#ceephorart#head canon#su au#su jasper#Steven#Jasper#fusion au#fusion#pink onyx#fan fusion#pink onyx au#pilot onyx#onyx’s pose sheets
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Okay it’s (vaguely crack) Four Swords Adventures vampire theory time.
First off, I will outline the baseline facts I’m working with:
Force Gems are made of “the force within all living things”
The bodies of the FSA boys did not exist before they drew the Four Sword, therefore implying it created their bodies from magic.
The Four Sword is powered up/sustained by Force Gems.
The FSA boys drop Force Gems when they die, and can be resurrected by Force Gems.
So! Whether or not you want to run with the idea that the FSA boys qualify as sword spirits, we can conclude that their ability to live is connected to how much life force they harvest via stabbing things. And we can stretch it further by saying that, if their bodies are generated by the magic of the sword, their ability to exist relies on the sword being powered up/fed life force.
(This provides a fun option for the end of the manga where they can’t merge because the sword is fully powered up or something, but they might merge once it gets through digesting Vaati and Ganon. Possible conditional immortality route there actually.)
Anyway, I’m not sure they’d necessarily notice they’re basically vampires because from the moment they spawn in to the moment their quest is complete, they’re doing lots of fighting and stabbing and general killing of things. The only time it would start becoming relevant is when they try to live peaceful lives without merging, but even then the era they exist in is full of Force Gems and likely other ways of getting them. If I recall right they’re a form of actual currency, so the FSA boys could be decently fed by running a business.
The obvious way to cause the most problems, as a writer, would be to drop them in a situation where Force Gems aren’t a thing. Force Gems exist in FSA, Phantom Hourglass, and Spirit Tracks. Everybody else is using rupees, and my personal theory on those is that they’re crystallized magic, not life force the way Force Gems are.
This could have two results: either the FSA boys (via their swords) can consume rupees, or they can’t and are forced to acquire the energy of living things some other way, lest their bodies destabilize or even vanish entirely.
Thus, vampires.
(My idea on how the Palace of the Four Sword connects to this is equally unhinged, I may add it on later)
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poor fusion reader :( they just wanted to have peace
Why must you make me sad 😞/pos
I didn't mean to make you, or anyone sad. And their reborn parts- Navy!Reader and Peach!Reader- get back together again, becoming friends, and fusing again. Even having odd memories of strange people in a foreign world, in colors of the rainbow... If only... if only they knew what those dreams meant. Who those funny-looking people were...
And sometimes... there's something else... someONE else... who visits their dreams. But, they're so... tiny. With a little yellow gem tucked over their heart, who stares at them in such shock. Like they've never seen another person-er, persons- whatever they are, before...
Bonus:
Wolverine (Black Diamond): sighing on his throne I miss my Sapphire... Even their weird little friend... Why did they leave me- leave their own home?
Sabretooth (Orange Diamond): I miss Pearlie, too... And even your weird corundum... Guards, let in the Peridot and their manager
Peridot 5XS enters, giving the diamond salute along with the guards and their manager: Greetings, oh lustrous, amazing, illuminating, shining Black Diamond and Orange Diamond!
Sabretooth (Orange Diamond): rolls his eyes
Wolverine (Black Diamond): motions for them to get on with it
Peridot 5XS: Oh stunning, wonderful Diamonds, I, Peridot 5XS Cut 350 Facet 9-12, have for Your Lustrousness' eyes and use, Experiment X has their holoscreen light up with information on organics and gems We have found it possible to use unwanted gems, fuse them with organics, and make the newest stage of weaponized soldiers! We won't have anymore need of gem-on-gem fusions, so as not to soil gems superior intellect and forms. As organics are durable against certain weapons such as destabilizers, light distortion, and can adapt to the atmospheres of foreign planets, I fused them with a repurposed gem, one harvested and inserted into the organic, making certain they'll receive the superior intellect, weaponry, and abilities of a gem. What restrictions their organic part has, can be used to further exert control and keep them obedient... Not-Not that they WOULDN'T be obedient! But due to the organic bits being... reliant... on certain stimuli, they require extra discipline and orders
Peridot 5XS: sends the information of the tests and experiments to the Diamonds As you can see, I've made progress with three test subjects, repurposing two of their gems and creating the first one... And the gems withstood every test! Oh, if only they had stayed loyal to your merciful and wonderful selves. It was such a waste of their potential
The Diamonds scroll through the notes, slowly filling with dread...
Wolverine (Black Diamond): These are very... thorough. What gems did you use?
Sabretooth (Orange Diamond): Perhaps they could be of use... Hmmm... You did everything but shatter them
Peridot 5XS: Oh, I'm SO glad you find it useful! The gems I used are of no concern, simply traitors to the Empire. Off-Colors, if you will
Wolverine (Black Diamond): This is an order. Which gems did you use? glares down at them
Peridot 5XS: gulps and quivers J-just a pearl and a sapphire- they were fused, a filthy abomination against the Empire- th-they wouldn't be missed!
The two Diamonds freeze:
Sabretooth (Orange Diamond): Guards. Shatter them
Peridot 5XS: W-w-wait, what?! Please, my Diamonds, have mercy!
Sabreooth (Orange Diamond): Shatter their manager as well, for allowing this to happen
Peridot 5XS: WAIT! PLEASE! M-my Black Diamond! Please, spare me!
Wolverine (Black Diamond): ... shatter them
The room goes still
Wolverine (Black Diamond): WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?! I SAID SHATTER THEM!
Peridot 5XS: WAIT, PL- poofed by a guard's spear
Wolverine (Black Diamond): Take them away, and leave us
The guards leave...
Wolverine (Black Diamond): Brother... what have we done?
Sabretooth (Orange Diamond):
Sabretooth (Orange Diamond): Nothing we can't try and fix... OLIVE PEARL!
Toad/Todd (Olive Pearl): Y-yes, My Diamond?
Sabretooth (Orange Diamond): Call in Gray Diamond. We need to talk...
(They DO find and rescue Laura/Yellow Diamond, who they find out can't be separated from her gem, as she is only half gem and half human, so they learn to accept her as a product of their blindness, and do their best to take care of her and healing her, while also looking for Sapphire!Reader and Pearl!Reader (who will be called Navy and Peach). Laura can visit them/Nacre in her dreams, and tries to talk with them, not knowing who they are or were. They become buddies, and gossip about the people/gems they know... She slowly pieces together they're the two who the Diamonds talk about, and who they miss. Thus, Laura kinda sends them to Earth, more-or-less saying "Here they are, fix them" and hoping her new sibling is brought back home so she can hang out with them for real)
#honeycomb thoughts#platonic yandere marvel#yandere platonic marvel#platonic yandere xmen#yandere x-men#platonic yandere x reader#platonic yandere marvel x reader#❤fusion💜 au
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Aquamarine, Eyeball Ruby and Bluebird Azurite Redesigns
here are my redesigns for them! i did put a lot of thought into them, so the rest of the thread is going to be about the thought process behind them, but if you just want to see them here they are :]
Aquamarine And Eyeball Ruby
Since it’s been shown that they have this mutual understanding of each other's hatred for Steven, and deeming eachother partners in crime, it would make sense to have them have symbols that represent the other.
Aquamarine has a squares on the chest part of her outfit (and the bow tie) to represent Eyeball Ruby's gem
and Eyeball Ruby has a gap on her shirt which is meant to represents aquamarines gem
and as for the change of clothes, it happens when they got poofed after an attempt to destabilize garnet (it’s a story idea shhhh)
BlueBird Azurite
The inspiration for this design came from a few sources (aka I skipped around and talked to myself trying to come up with the concept) but I want to give most of the credit to a friend of mine! (thank you AZ, this one’s for u) though i did build off of it a bit more than soul explained.
after they manage to fuse again, they would’ve gone through a whole arc, and so their fusion would look different, just like how Garnet's design changed over the years. (i took a lot of inspo from Cotton Candy Garnet for this one) their fusion doesn’t have many traces of those spots that are meant to represent toxicity like Malachites design, instead, it’s now blended in with the design to make it coherent and organized, so i made them into cute lil freckles :]
Her design is only vaguely meant to represent a clown (or even a killer clown) for a few reasons; clowns can be scary and clowns are meant to be funny. and since she’s been pulling pranks on Steven, her taking the appearance of a clown makes more sense cause— clowns! also the napkin is for gags (like whipping away her fake tear or a bull taunt like in the cartoons) and my friend said the really long swords could also correlate on the whole clown thing and i couldn’t agree more.
The hair was mainly inspired by Cotton Candy Garnet's design because it fits so well with classic clown hair, and the extra strands of color were so they could both shine on the designs instead of taking only one part to make it represent themselves.
and instead of making the design look like they’re both clashing their own attributes onto the fusion, i made it so it’s more of an original look that they both agree on.
#art#steven universe#steven universe future#aquamarine#eyeball ruby#ruby steven universe#ruby#bluebird azurite#steven universe fanart
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If a gems form gets scratch or cut it bleeds? And when it poofs it’s don’t like bring out blood
Yes! It depends, I think that if they are destabilized like Garnet, they might bleed
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Street Fighter Duel (2020)
Date: November 26, 2020
Platform: iPhone / iPad / Android
Developer: Topjoy
Publisher: Tencent Games / Capcom
Genre: Role-Playing
Theme: Fantasy / Martial Arts
Franchises: Street Fighter
Type: Crossover
Summary:
Street Fighter: Duel is a free-to-play mobile game with gachapon systems, using the Capcom license to portray various characters and locations. The core of gameplay consists of assembling a team of four fighters, which can be supplemented in various ways. Three of those characters are active in battle, while the fourth is sidelined and only tags in for a Super move or when one of the main roster falls. Super moves are activated by performing regular attacks that fill a bar. An initial Super can be combo'd by up to three more special attacks, though the same fighter cannot follow up on themselves. It is, however, possible for characters to perform multiple Supers in the same chain, granted that they are the fighter who starts the chain, as long as they have that skill unlocked and it is not a consecutive combo.
In addition to the four fighters, up to two more can be attached to the roster as assists. These appended slots do not appear in combat but do boost the stats of the active line-up. Up to three more Ex Moves can be slotted into the party, which are powerful modifiers that can be activated during combat, but at the cost of a heavy cooldown cycle. Ex Moves can be acquired through very rare currency or by achieving a set of demanding missions. Most players will only see a few of these special attacks, which either destabilize enemies or heal the active party.
Each fighter on a roster has a specific class, such as Tank and so on, along with an elemental trait. There are six of these elements: Wind, Thunder, Flame, Infernal, Master, and Legendary.
The three regular elements can synergize with their respective trait, boosting stats on the roster, while the three specials work slightly differently. Legendary does not synergize at all. At best, the roster can have a synergy score of four members from one element, enhanced with two members of a different element that's equal to their respective trait. For example, four wind units and two fire units have a perfect synergy. As there are only four active slots, these fighters do not need to appear in the active roster, but can be placed as an assist as well.
As with any gacha games, characters range from a rating of C up to SSS, with an additional '+' subset. For instance, to get a unit from C to B, they would first need to be brought up to C+, before restarting the process from C+ to B.
Along with traditional leveling systems, which require a set of currencies, a fighter also comes with four equipment slots. As with most other systems in the game, the equipment can additionally be leveled by feeding leftover gear into them. Equipment levels up three times, raising more stats for that unit. Some gear has a certain element attached to it. One of the dozen or so microtransactions possible, but also one of the more egregious ones
Currency is acquired mostly by clearing objectives, as well as the act of idling. Resources, as well as gear, will actor accrue the longer a player waits to collect them, up to a certain amount of time. The premium currency of gems can only be acquired through various objectives, as well as obtained by purchasing them through microtransactions, naturally.
Other microtransactions can include a Battle Pass system, login bonuses or the purchase of fighters with a different cosmetic look than their main counterpart. Some transactions can go upward to three figures.
Source: https://www.giantbomb.com/street-fighter-duel/3030-84502/
Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vZMb6ggHE_8
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