Episode 9: Steven for a Day

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there are. amazing things goin on over at twitter rn

this is the same image

ponies! 💙💚

Healthy Spinel! I think she absolutely deserves to be happy in her own form and to be no longer haunted by her trauma. :3

We love to see a girlie thriving!!

(uses they/he/it only!)

ohh i never posted the gemsona i made for funsies a bit ago since i never made one during my su phase for some reason LOL

they’re defective, second image is them next to a standard Fire Agate for comparison! Fire Agates possess pyrokinesis on a higher level than rubies (or at least the ruby we know). This guy came out short but since he still retains his pyrokinesis they just sent him on his way with some limb enhancers and called it a day lmfao

Esteban Universidad!!

OBSESSED with this new su signing poster. pearl holding greg just because. slightly older steven with attempts at growing out facial hair. the little pebble in the corner. garnet criss-crossed on greg’s van. lapis’ pants riding down so low you can see her hip. bismuth with that muscle definition. connie’s preppy outfit. peridot’s blank glasses.

Onion is that you???

Meow

Legit I think one of the best, if not THE best things about bispearl as a ship is the fact that Pearl, in any bispearl moment/fanart/ most fanfics is HAPPY. In 90% of fanart of bispearl, she is happy, they both are!! Bismuth is happy too!! it feels like some of the other pearl ships have pearl as not equal to her partner or just kinda off balance. Bismuth just straight up admits that she likes being around her and is happy with who she is, and I don’t remember if any other potential pearl partner did something like that. i’m not saying this to dunk on anyone ships by the way though it’s just my brain has rotted so much for bispearl LOL

Peridot as a hat

@fizzypopsoda-comics @tomasitaoficial ok hear me out—

Amethyst is Eve

Steven is Impy

Lucifer is Pearl

I might redraw this with them at some point 🙃

Got a short one-shot for y'all today! This was a quick lil' guy I whipped up within the past week to boost my Camp NaNoWriMo word count in between working on other projects.

It's a canon-compliant fic set during the SU movie.

If you read this and enjoy, I’d greatly appreciate your support through reblogs here, or kudos/comments on AO3. Thank you! <3

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“What’s going on—?” he croaks to absolutely no one (weakened, vulnerable, alone, pathetic—), a jolt of fresh panic surging through his entire system as he watches the diamond at his core outright flicker.

He’s never seen a gem flicker before. He has no idea what this means. But even more urgently… his gaze snaps up to all the gemstones littering the grass like it’s a damned battlefield… he has no idea how he’s supposed to de-escalate this situation if he can’t successfully bubble this rogue Gem. The others will reform in no time, of that he’s sure— but so will she. And when she does, what’s stopping her from pulling out another weapon and attacking them all over again? 

Steven shakes the grim thought out of his head, exerting a surprising sum of energy in dragging himself back to his feet. (Stars, he’s so out of breath…) But no— no. He can’t allow himself to get so caught up in the brambles of such nebulous what-ifs. Come on, Universe. Stay resilient. Stay positive. There’s only one mission that matters at the moment, and that’s gathering up that weapon and all these gemstones and moving them somewhere safe. He’s capable of that much, at least.

Still… that anxious, always hyper-vigilant part of himself he tries hard to keep buried can’t help but dread the worst as he shoves that heart-shaped gem and the pink scythe into the deepest depths of his jacket pocket and drags his spent, trembling body up the hill to retrieve all his loved ones.

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Steven collapses face-first upon the couch the second all the Gems are safely deposited on the living room coffee table, heaving what has to be the single most exaggerated groan of exhaustion any one soul has ever produced. 

Ugh.

Good golly.

Amethyst is usually back by now. That sure doesn’t shine any optimism on this situation, now does it? What on Earth did that scythe do to them?

And what the heck did it do to me, he thinks, the mere act of baseline existence leaving him as wiped as a marathon runner even though he’s literally lying as flat as a board. It’s a kind of total body exhaustion he rarely experiences, far more intense than a hard day’s workout or multiple nights of poor sleep. 

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i wanna see bloodshed over this