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Champagne Quartz, C4 (it's mason)

I already said this to you but I meant for these prompts to be just my own non fandom or gem ocs. If anyone else sends these as their own ocs I’m not gonna do em.

Gee, you should really look where you're going, Sinny! (^:

Finally, a new original gem. I’ve had her line art on my desktop forever just kinda. Kept not getting to it.

This is Goethite; a gem who is essentially a coroner.  Their purpose is to identify gem shards down to their specific cut and facet. and figure out how and why they were shattered. They’re a rarer gem, not finding much use. 

This one was specifically created to investigate Pink Diamond’s demise. 

Well, what about the others then? Sonora and Chatoyancy? How are they towards Rose having Steven, and the eventual reveal of Rose having been Pink?

Chatoyancy is incredibly bitter at Rose for daring to have Steven. She was always the one who could question Rose the most. After everything they went through together, everything Rose did- she thinks she can just disappear like this and it would all be okay? She was a fool to think so. But, Yancy never took it out on Steven. Steven was new, and it was never his fault. Yancy always made that clear for Steven. She never blamed him.

Sonora Sunrise always asked if Rose was sure. It seemed so silly, so final for something so finite as a human life. But, Sonora always respected Rose. Always thought of her as the first to really question the way White arranged things, and she respected her judgement and forethought. If she was sure.... She would be there. And support her and her spawn. 100%. Well.... 70%. She saw other options, but.... it was Rose. She always did what she wanted.

However, the Rose was Pink reveal? That hits Yancy the hardest, I think. Yancy was hurt by Rose killing Pink, but for her to have actually been Pink? To cause all that pain, hurt, betrayal; to watch all her friends be corrupted and shattered for her one choice to leave this a secret - and then to never tell them after? To let Yancy shout at her whenever it came up, and know she hurt Yancy with the death? That.... that was so painful. She gets it, she does. Trying to create a new identity and never wanting to look back at what they wanted or expected you to be- that was why she was even there. But it just.... Hurt to feel it from Rose.

Sonora is frazzled at the reveal. She needs to make sure Steven is okay, of course, pushes down her own feelings on the matter until Steven is somewhere safe for her to melt down. It isn't right to put this on him. It never was. She needs to make sure Yancy understands that Rose probably never meant to hurt them. Probably. Oh, what if she did? What if this was all just a Diamond trick? No, no- they would all be shattered or White's puppets by now if that were the case. No Diamond would draw out torture like this. That's what she has to tell herself. It was all just.... Just a big lie that got out of hand, yes. She has to tell Coral and- Coral. Coral, Coral, Coral- In a buzzing, frazzled attempt to gain control of the situation and make a choice for herself; Sonora asks Coral to marry her. Maybe it was rushed, but, oh wasn't it such a wonderful idea? It would be new, and exciting, and a choice not stemmed from Rose. Coral says yes.

Gwendolyn jumped as the front door to the home he was staying at slammed open. He sat up from where he sat, placing his propped up feet back onto the floor. "Illy?" He stood and approached the woman he'd come to know as a friend who had somehow found where he was staying. "What are you doing here?"

Illendra stood in the doorway, dripping wet from the rain outside. She glared up from under her wet bangs and spoke clearly. "How do I die?" Her voice was firm, but shaky. And her eyes, dark with hate and anger. Wet with something other than the rain.

Gwendolyn drooped at the question and extended his arms to Illendra, trying to comfort her. "Illy. You know I can't-"

"Don't give me that shit, Rolfe!" Illendra stepped inside, pointing an accusatory finger at Gwendolyn. "I know you know and, damnit, you're the only one I can trust to tell me!" She motioned angrily, "Just- be the rebel you say you are and fucking tell me! I can't do this if- If I don't- If I don't know what he-" Illendra looked away and hugged herself. 

Gwendolyn sighed and took off his coat, placing it over her shoulders gently. "Let's get you dried off, yeah? We can talk about this later, okay?"

"No!" Illendra shook off his coat, "I'm tired of all this! I'm tired of not knowing, of you looking at me with that pitying fucking look in you eyes-" Gwendolyn flicked his eyes away sheepishly at the point, knowing he'd been doing that. "I'm tired of- of Boss and this stupid fucking fate, and the stupid fucking curse bitch and- and-" Illendra buried a hand in her hair roughly, tears spilling freely at this point. 

Gwendolyn blinked a few times, before sighing deeply and looking behind himself a moment in thinking before looking back to Illendra. "You know if I tell you, you can't go back to not knowing."

"You think I don't know that, Gwen?!" Illendra's voice cracked, sniffing angrily and wiping her eyes roughly. "I just.... Wouldn't you have wanted to know?" She looked away, hugging herself, "Before you made your own mistake? Left for your own fate?"

Gwendolyn looked to the floor, distantly. Thousands of screams and the terrible sirens rang somewhere in his mind. He bent down and picked up his coat, "You're impaled," Illendra startled at him actually saying something, instead of saying sorry and moving her along. He began to fold the coat absently, not looking at her, "In your abdomen. Right above your belly button. Your lung gets pierced and the sword exits to the right of your spine. You go into shock pretty much immediately, after he removes the blade. So you don't feel much. You bleed out, I think."

Illendra blinked a few times as Gwendolyn talked, having turned away from her and hung his coat over the arm of his coach as he spoke. He swallowed thickly and leaned on the coach, head hung as he took off his hat and put it on his chest in a mourning method. "I- .... You're not alone. As you die. There is someone there. I cannot say who, but it is not him. He flees after you fall. A small comfort, I know but...." He choked on what he could say after that. 

Illendra sniffed and clutched at her stomach, gripping her shirt fabric there roughly. She smiled, however, tears flowing freely, "Thank you, Gwen."

"Sure," Gwendolyn's own voice cracked dryly, trying to ignore the future gurgling of pain and fear ringing in his ears. Knowing it was him who had to hold her as she died. Comfort her and tell her that it was okay. He didn't know if she would realize it was him. And she didn't need to know it was him. But... She didn't deserve to die alone. He knew he'd go there as soon as he knew. He knew he'd want the same. And so he'd give the same. For her. Because he-

"I'm sorry I asked you do that-" Illendra looked away a moment, sniffing, "I just-"

"It's fine," Gwendolyn pretended he wasn't crying and ran a hand through his hair. "You want something to drink? And a towel? You're dripping all over my carpet." 

Illendra looked down before laughing bitterly, "Sorry. Sure. Thanks." 

Gwendolyn nodded and went to the kitchen. Leaning against the wall next to the doorway after he finally entered it and covering his mouth. So he could finally sob openly.

oh gosh she looks lovely!! I love her!

Drawing AU fic: "Pearl's Pearl"

I read the fanfic "Pearl's Pearl" by yaboyrobin on AO3 and saw the link to a drawing of the new Pearl in question, and I wanted to draw her. I'm mostly just posting this for an easy way to show the author.

It's not that great bc it was drawn on Chrome canvas, as that's what's accessible to me rn, but I hope you like it!

I had this dream that actually gave me a really good concept for new characters

Percival “Percy” Peridot Hudson is your average human. The only child of a divorced mother, Percy is a smart child who has buried himself in his studies ever since his parent’s divorce at a young age. He pushes everyone away, and has very few friends. The friends he does have, aren’t terribly close to him either. 

This changes when his mother very suddenly remarries a mysterious bachelor and they must move to a new neighborhood. 

Percy is yanked from his comfortable, mundane life in the suburbs and placed into a new school. A school that only has hybrids. Half humans, half elves, half fae, etcetera. Many mixed fantasy races roam this school. And Percy just became the first human in the school’s history.

Percy must go through his high school years in this very odd school, having to unlearn stereotypes and stigmas humans have about various species.

He makes actually close friends during this time. One of which is the half swamp fae, half vampire Turnip Foxglove Daisymount. He teaches Percy to relax and let go of his need to be perfect at everything. Percy teaches Turnip that normal is okay sometimes. 

Percy is a trans male who uses he/him pronouns and Turnip is a demiboy who uses he/they pronouns.

Did another update for my friend’s blog! Check it out! Send asks! 

guest art once again by @yaboy-robin

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