#AP!Spinel

[mediacinemtographyartetc]

Mini rant for media; free to ignore I will add shit to this list.

I hate how western people demonize any type of asian media and throw around dangeorus or beyond racist accusations.

A anime/Chinse book or series is deemed problematic because of certain themes.

Even tho those SAME themes, genre, story telling is ALSO prevelent in Western media, this weird holiour than thou mentality of trying to control another culture without looking at themselves is beyond gross.

For example, anime characters with certain body types and most have an anerusim when we say its an art style-

Look at steven universe, pearl and rose quartz or spinel. Characters that are OLD as fuck but have child like proportions and even pearl/Rose in their fusion dance with greg was erotic. So much WLW nsfw erotica/fanart was made of these characters and yet no one calls SU P*do bait.

Cuties is on netflix, girls in tiaras, also movies that have fucked up dynamics like;

13 going on 30, in that whole movie Jennas mental age WAS 13 while she was going around acting like an adult and even engaging in adult relationships. Time travellers wife, the utter grooming of this movie- or River Song being married to the Doctor from Doctor who, how the Doctor knew AMY POND as a child then kissed her as an adult he was disgusted but the writers WROTE THAT IN. Interview with a vampire how the movie had Cluadia kiss Louiee.

I can list SO many- also how toxic Western ROM coms are-

Then claiming that anyone who watches BL is just like men watching lesbian porn and fetishzie the lgbt communtiy- which is somewhat true and a valid argument! But it keeps assuming that ALL women who like BL don't have reasons for it.

like twilight or 50 shades of grey were cult classics and majority of women were the reasons it was so popular, but most like bdsm/dark tones in a relationship but since most men and women deal with domestic abuse to the point where its not funny, a fantasy is easier to indulge than a harsh reality.

Also MOST who like BL aren't even women, their LGBT themselves! male protags are more popular than female protags their is NO lesbain/trans/ase feminine equevilant of stories out there-

Also porn is porn, regardless if its straight gay or even fucking tentacles its porn the whole point is fetishisation it's not as if we conflate that with real life- what I'm just going to go to a zoo and kidnap an octopus!? Honestyl????

Good omens we have School of good and evil- awesome! But what about star trek, sherlock, destiel, klance, sherlock watson, stiles derek, steve/tony, etc etc. Where is the rivals to lovers in a ton of genre. Giving that anime is the only thing delievering is the reason why I watch anime.

I want feminisim? I watch sailor moon, cardcaptor, inuyasha, and kakeguiri.

If I want dark stories where the women go ape shit? Elfen lied, Utena, magical madoka, and so much more.

Its the fact the western media has 13 reasons why, netlfix YOU, sin city, idk name ANY movie by Zack synder I just- it's so fucking hypocritical. Because Media like celebrities or singers and influencers are way more gross and come across as sexual predaotrs. sex has been shoved down my throat since I was a kid as every celebrity was dancing in skimpy clothes singing about sex and this was during the time when kardashion came popular because she had a sex tape!

Its just annoys me when people point figures and act like a judge jury executioner when the west is JUST as bad with gross problematic themes. ugh I'm annoyed.

[artpearlspinel]

She stretch

(I really like how she looks in pastel clothes... not ‘canon’ though)

[artpearlspinel]

the representatives of gemkind from all over the Multiverse using unApRoPriATE LANGUAGE--

I don't know why but, peridot swearing really threw me off for a second. I know that this comic has gore and a lot more mature themes than in the show so swearing is definitely not anything unsurprising, I just didn't really expect peridot to be one of the characters to swear, especially with the f word.

R/ MakePeridotSayFuck

honestly I always found it funny thinking peridot would be the only one who would cuss, I draw silly over the top reactions with her swearing

[your-gym-partner]

Idk if this has been done yet but I just want to say in advance that I’m sorry

no I’m not

[thefeelsarestrongwiththisone]

2019 is the year of characters going the FUCK off and i am here for it

[the-character-lounge]

Randy discovers what Spinel’s business REALLY is.

Read the RP for more context, what just occurred is that Spinel was having trouble with the numbers in his books and he wanted Randy, his lawyer, to fix it:

Randy frowned. “I- If it’s just jewels, th- then it should have a b- bill of sale like the rest o- of the products you sell. I- It’s not difficult, j- just a bit more paperwork.” He opened a nearby secondary ledger book. It looked fine, nothing out of the ordinary. Until he reached the section on tax deductions. As his eyes carefully scanned through the pages, he noticed some very odd irregularities in the sums. “.. Th- The numbers… th- they’re different…” he said to himself, but loud enough for Spinel to hear.

 "Yes I just told you, we negotiate a price, it's not a set discount, of course they're different." He wasn't following, and looked tired more than irritated. His hoof started tapping again, and his magic adjusted a few small objects in the room to rearrange them but keep them presentable.

Randy furrowed his brow and leaned on the ledger book. “Wh- what makes these g- gemstones s- so highly priced a- anyways? Ar- are they an- antiques or something?” He shook his head and continued to review the tax deductions. They were higher than they should’ve been. True, the baseline percent was correct.. but there was the fraction of a percent being taken out on a majority of these figures. He pondered this over, and sat with his face in his hooves, running the numbers over and over again in his head to make sure he wasn’t making a miscalculation.

Spinel bit his lip. His judgement wasn't entirely the best since he'd taken Vorpal sugar in his drink, and looking at Randy right now he had a feeling that he could trust him. "I'm going to show you something. And then I'm going to raise your pay so you keep it between us. Understand?"

Randy was lost in his own thoughts, but he waved his hoof and nodded. “Yeah yeah, su- sure sure..” This wasn’t good. Why the marginal tenth raise in deductions? It could’ve been an attempt to predict the quarterly, but that was too risky. Some pony w- was being smart.. too smart. He would need more proof, but he was sure of it. Some pony was stealing. It was a very small amount, but a small amount to a company like this could be hundreds of thousands of bits. He wouldn’t tell Spinel about this until he was absolutely positive.

Spinel left the office, going in to his suite. He took a while, pacing a bit and anxious over if he should go through with it. Randy had handled everything well thus far, and money talked. Surely, enough money could keep him quiet. He took a breath, and eyed a shelf. Nah. Not yet. Instead, he picked up a little schedule book and took it back with him, giving it to Randy. "I have purchases marked by date here... The special ones only."

Randy took the book, eyeing Spinel curiously. He chuckled a bit, and leafed through the pages. “You’re l- looking at me as i- if you’re afraid of something.” He adjusted his glasses and slowly studied the pattern of symbols to gemstone types. “.. Scheduled p- purchases?” he said with an odd look on his face. “Wh- why are you making ap- appointments f- for ponies to b- buy rocks?” he looked up at Spinel, pressing his hooves together and setting them down on top of the small calendar book.

"They're renting." he said quietly, eyeing Randy with mild caution. He trusted him enough to guess, perhaps, but not enough to flat out say it. He waited to see what would happen, preparing to either bring out more cash or bring out a book from the shelf.

 “.. what?” the ram replied, his voice almost cracking. “Wh- what are you.. renting to museums? Look, i- if you’re not going t- to be honest with me, I- I can’t help you.” He huffed, and studied the booklet over again. “All I s- see are dates and figures. N- Nothing worth being discrete over.”

Spinel sighed. So it wasn't going to be enough. He took the bottle of wine and downed the rest before setting the empty bottle on the desk. He opened the door a moment, then levitated in a black book. He plopped it in front of Randy and looked away. Upon inspection, one would find the book was full of pinups of ponies in extravagant clothing on sexy but tasteful display, each with different gemstones pictured by them. Some of them repeated but with different poses and clothes, and had the same stone with the same pony.

At first, he thought this was some kind of fancy PlayColt magazine. And he had to admit, very enticing. But, as Randy silently scanned through the book, he saw the names of gem stones, and immediately began to make connections. “… O- Oh my Celestia…” he said in disbelief. His heart raced his pupils shrank. What had he gotten himself into? “.. Pruh.. Pruh.. Pruh..” he couldn’t spit it out, stuck in a loop really. The anxiety was building up inside of him, and he was starting to get light headed. So many things were making sense, so many odd quirks and phrases Spinel had tossed so casually the past year. The stallion wasn’t talking about actually rocks; he was talking about ponies. This could mean so many things! Trafficking, drugs.. murder. “Pruh.. pr- pruh… pruh pruh pruh…”

Spinel frowned, smacking his hoof on one of the pages. "They're not fucking prostitutes, I am going to make that very fucking clear right now." He leaned closer, staring seriously in to Randy's eyes with some passion. This wasn't like his bored, lax, aloof attitude he had every other time when it involved Randy. This was clearly what he knew best, and he loved it. "They're Jewels. This is quality within a safe, discreet system that keeps the buyers and the merchandise safe. The price is not only for quality, but insurance and assurance. Understand? These are my Jewels. This is my merchandise. And I don't let any shit ponies fuck with my merchandise."

Randy stayed staring. At this distance two things usually happened. Either some pony got walloped, or they started kissing. Randy very slowly tried to stutter again, but couldn’t. His muscles had locked up and he was, for a fraction of a second, absolutely intimidated by the stallion. But, as it passed, he realized he was more afraid with being found connected to a fucking pimp. He slid out of the chair, on to the floor, and started to crawl away without saying anything. He shuffled across the floor like a toddler still learning to move about. This was horrible, he couldn’t stay here any longer, the air was thick and hard to breath. He thought he’d go blind there was so much pressure in his head and behind his eyes. There was a generally mortified look on his face, and he tried to just get away as best as his rather shocked and terrified body could allow.

Spinel watched him coldly as he crawled, then stepped over him and sat flat on his back to crush him down to the floor. "Let me guess. You just think I'm some low trash pimp, don't you? Do me a favor. Stay and listen to my system before you decide to bail. And keep in mind, I really would rather not have to silence you. I want this to be your choice, I really do."

 “.. I- I don’t have a choice.. do I?” He stared forward, and flailed his forelegs uselessly. He knew Spinel wasn’t some trashy pimp. Even worse, he was a smart, well-dressed, highly organized pimp. And the fact that he had covered up his operation so well terrified him of the other things he might be able to cover up well. So he laid on the floor, wheezing a bit from having his ribcage crushed by the stallion on top of him, and listened closely.

Spinel backed himself up just a bit so he was using Randy's flanks as a cushion, turning slightly so he could tuck one leg over the other casually. "First of all, I'm a Jeweler. Never ever compare me to a pimp. I find ponies who can really shine and I give them protection and fair payment to do it. They never once have to advertise on the streets. So, as far as street prostitution laws go? Not applicable." He didn't seem to be the type to use the word 'applicable', but there it was.

Randy listened, but still feared for his life. This anxiety in his chest was killing him. He tried to look back over his shoulder at Spinel, his ears flicking with worry. So not ‘technically’ illegal, but illegal all the same. Spinel wasn’t grasping the fact that selling ponies’ bodies for pleasure was still a very bad thing. Randy wanted to say something, but he was afraid for his life.

Spinel smiled at him, a bright, very unbecoming smile where his cheeks lifted the bottom of his eyes. He actually looked cheerful, but not the genuine way, the way a salespony might look when advertising. "All of my Jewels are scheduled to hotel rooms. High end, not cheap shit. I have deals under the counter and they really can't complain, if asked, as far as they're concerned, they're renting rooms to models for a magazine. My magazine, the one you were looking at. Any pony can pick it up and not think anything of it, but there are ponies in the know who know it's a menu. I'm not selling ponies. I'm seeling gemstones." He looked up innocently, "And if ponies want to give their gemstones to ponies they've rented rooms with, how am I to blame~? And if it ever does connect to me, I'll simply explain it's an escort service and all of my Jewels would readily agree." He got up, then walked in front of Randy and lifted him up by the chin, still staring at him. "They are not prostitutes and I am not a pimp. Because I take care of the things that belong to me. Because they had nowhere else and I don't want seeing the things I want for myself being spat on or broken."

Randy had sat there and listened to the whole spiel. He didn’t know what to say or how to react, but all he knew was that his hind legs had fallen asleep. “.. Th- that’s very.. inspiring. I- I’m glad t- to know th- the big colt c- can take care of his toys. C- Can you please g- get off me now?” he was absolutely terrified now. He realized just how smart Spinel really was, and it terrified him that he could be working with a pony that was so great at keeping things a secret… but then again, if he was so great at keeping secrets.. did he really have anything to worry about? He’d be safe.. and surely, Spinel wouldn’t let anything bad happen to him.. right?

Spinel did get off of him, but he was looking at Randy's eyes carefully, and then licked his own lips. "Don't you fucking patronize me. Sex is a market, legal or not, and if somepony's going to do it right it might as well be me. If I had my way, I'd make it legal, then at least those sick fucks and lost kids can have something done about them for fucking once. But boo-hoo, too bad, it's not, so I'm making it as clean, safe, and legal as it can possibly be in this shit of a system." He had so much passion in his eyes. What he was doing was so important to him, and it was clear he wanted other ponies to see it that way. "Nopony's going to kill you. Not unless you decided to off one of my Jewels. So figure out what you want, and remember, I'll give you a raise."

Randy quickly stood up and straightened out his shirt and tie. He had to think. Could he trust Spinel’s word? Hell, could he even trust that they weren’t going to get busted? It was such a complex system.. so well conceived.. “.. I- It’s brilliant..” he said, not realizing it had been out loud. “Y- You’re brilliant. I- It’s so well th- thought out… g- genius really.” He shook his head in disbelief, his eyes wide open. He couldn’t believe it. Spinel had shocked him and surprised him. He thought that Spinel was just some dumb, rich jerk who had not one ounce of reasonable, educated intelligence in his thick, arrogant skull. But he proved to be smarter than he looked. “I- I’m just.. I can’t believe it..."

[hicchaninwonderland]

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[rannvadraws]

So, validationthirsty gremlin that I am, I of course read all the tags on my art. And my Connie-traumatic flashbacks drawing got a lot of comments about the perspectives and how impressed people were. 

And yes, it is what I am in particular proud of with that piece.

But I didn’t draw with that good perspective just a few days ago, and I want to share with you what made the quality suddenly pop. I do warn this is also a personal vent post with some triggering mentions because personal growth is obviously personal and I feel that removing that personal part is a disservice to anyone else who is suffering from mental health issues in combination with their art.

So I started a lineup of Spinel designs last week. Just doodling them to get the forms out. (Cyan and Blue might still get some changes, I haven’t redrawn them since this draft. Once all of them are done they’ll get a separate post)

And they were alright I guess but I noticed that it really looked like they all were from different camera angles. And me being obsessive hyperfocused ape perfectionist, decided, hey, lets make a perspective grid and adjust them so they all are standing on the same floor.

Just showing the imaginary vanish points based on a foot.

So I started adjusting their bodies accordingly. (I actually drew on top of the old drawing but I don’t have progress pics)

Of course with hindsight 20/20 I started beating myself up when I saw the difference in looks because damn, this was a thing I did 10 years ago in art school, using perspective grids to draw lifedrawing, and why didn’t I just remember that shit and implemented it into my cartoon drawings. But I was also undiagnosed AD(H)D with slight OCD, unmedicated and at times more focused on proving my emotionally (And sometimes physical but hey at least it wasn’t closed fist, just throwing me like a ragdoll into my room when I was a pest? Aahahahahh) abusive father wrong about my choice of boyfriend so I stayed in an actually non-healthy and downright lifestagnating-relationship, than on myself and my dreams. So just, cut yourself some slack. A breakthrough is a breakthrough. No time like the present.

Using a perspective grid is really helpful because it gives you a constant reference point for both volume, anatomy and the overall pose. I start with just doing a doodle to get the general idea, using a grid on step one would just make it overwhelmingly technical for me and my gestures would get rigid and stiff. Then, I take said sketch and try to adjust it to the perspective rulers before I continue cleaning up. I use Clip Studio (Formely known as Manga Studio) which has a lot of tools for this kind of thing.

So just some additional general tips:

Churn out whatever you want. Fanart, OC, shitposts. Every single drawing you decide to do will give you something. It might give you a breakthrough or it might simply give you joy. Just churn it out. Quantity makes quality.

Use every fricking tool at your disposal. There’s no more shame in using a digital tool for your art than there is to use a faceting machine to cut a gemstone. Don’t buy into the prestige of having to freehand everything. Art is a craft and craft uses tools.

Take your fucking meds. Eat food and sleep. Exercise. Your body is the most important tool you have and it needs to be maintained.

[elusive---ivory]

speaketh about thine creepypasta headcanons and original characters. N O W.

UHHHHHH OK????

Well!!!

For starters, ima do my favorites:

Jeff:

Jeff was from New Jersey, because that'd make sense to why some kids down the block would try to kick his ass

He doesn't like meeting new people, and it's extremely hard to get along with him

I like to think that before the incident, he was diagnosed with bipolar disorder, and was having family issues leading up to the event. (Also, he'd probably have Oppositional Definant Disorder, which contributes to his anger issues)

L. Jack (I've basically just claimed him as my character so this is all canon):

This boy is just like Spinel from Steven Universe only edgyer

He's extremely claustrophobic, and will go ape shit in a room smaller than him. (He can handle like rooms like normal house rooms, but he can only withstand them for an hour.)

He doesn't really grasp the concept of killing, or death. He also doesn't do it often, and when he does it's usually to protect his territory or to save a child.

He really enjoys games a little too much. He's accidentally killed a few kids by that.

As he got older, he became a little less naive, and more aware about what he's doing is wrong.

But he kept doing it. Even when he met Ivy, he was still aware of what he was doing was bad. He frankly just didn't care, until he met a 10 year old, William Grossman.

E. Jack:

This one's interesting because I've also claimed him as mine.

His real name is Jackson Samuels, and he's mixed (African American and Irish)

Jack's not that social, so it's also really hard for him to gain new friends.

When he was younger, his mother was extremely sick, and he was the oldest out of 3 kids, so he had to take care of his family. His family were really poor, so he really was their backbone.

He wanted to be a doctor, so he moved off to college at 19, where he got accepted for a scholarship.

He's from Illinois, and when to Illinois State University. That's where he met his roommate, David Li. David and Jack where like two peas in a pod.

Jack actually had a huge crush on David, but was too nervous to really say anything. One night, one of David's friends invited them to a party in the woods, and of course they went.

Surprise, surprise. It was a sacrifice! And, Jack ate his best friend and roommate. :(

He was really torn up about it. Still is.

Another thing since Jack is blind demon thing, he uses echo location, kinda like a bat would.

That's all for the main pastas, now onto my ocs.

Ivy:

She's really something

I mean, she's a demonic walking corpse. What can I say?

She, like Conner, has the spirit of Zalgo inside her. In fact, when she's possessed, her stitches turn into mouths and gnaw at her own skin :) so that's fun.

Like LJ, she became less native as she grew "older"

Her brother, Damien, is still looking for her, and he killed their father sooooo.

Big oof.

But she's got her big clown bf, s o it's all good.

Anne:

Anne Kingsley, I haven't talked about her yet.

1402 BOOMER

Like EJ, her body was sacrificed to a demonic ritual.

The demon in question is genderless, and just likes the name Anne, cuz yeah.

She works with EJ, but DESPISES new technology.

Leeches :)

She eats lamprey..

She's a panromantic asexual queen💜💜

Molly Abbott:

Not really a creepypasta oc, but I love her anyway.

She's a goth girl. Egirl's wish they were her.

Met Jeff in the same psyche ward.

She's technically a JTHM oc, but bitch she can be both.

Chaotic Bisexual.

Arson :)))

No dad, it's not nightcore, it's 100 gecs.

She may look like she wants the world to burn, but she just wants people to be nice and respectful to each other.

[twitchesandstitches]

Villain-on-path-of-redemtion: Do you see this wall? Optimus: Yes? Redemtion-Villain: *Presses secret button that opens a secret room filled with super weapons*. Optimus: *SCREAMS* WHAT THE HECK!? Redeemtion-Villain: Oh we're going to do so much violence! They're so screwed! They should never have messed with us! Optimus: Wha- okay look me in the eyes, we're just getting our friends back. Redemtion-Villain: Yeah we're going to get our friends back, BY ANY MEANS NECESARY! Optimus: No! not by any-!

Optimus waved a hand, so agitated that he transformed into his robotic ape mode. “No, no!” He sighed, knuckling over to the nearest weapon and rubbing his snout. “We don’t even need a... what is this, here?”

Spinel beamed. “That’s a planetary annihilation cannon!”

Optimus stared levelly at her. “...A personal-use planetary annihilation cannon.”

“Okay so it doesn’t really annihilate planets,” Spinel said grudgingly, as if anything less than planetary destruction was a drawback in a weapon. “But sometimes it moves mountains out of the way.” She grinned diabolically, her smile distending disturbingly wide. “We’ll make them pay SO HARD for taking our friends away!”

Optimus moved to place a fatherly hand on her shoulder, and then thought differently. Spinel frowned sadly, realizing he had misinterpreted her brief excitement for objection. “Spinel...”

“Yes?”

“I believe we’re going to need to have a talk about restraint.”

“Oh, I know all about restraint. And how it should be chucked away at the first sign of conflict.”

Optimus sighed. “This is a simple exchange of hostages. We don’t need to destroy them all.”

Spinel stared blankly at him. “Okay, boss-bot, you’ve completely lost me there.”

[artpearlspinel]

She never knew those little secrets and tricks AP-007 taught her once would be helpful in such a way. She wanted to appoint a meeting with that new Pink Diamond desparately, if she still had a right, of course, with those Galaxy-is-free-whatever-news. To make sure that she really wasn't- ...that 'Steven' really is a totally, absolutely new person, but... She discovered something much more than that.

There was nothing in public-accessible document regarding of the news, so she wondered if there's a full version or some special degree for the likes of hers, or something. But not a single memory block she listed through mentioned anything. As if- There still has to be something in the originals then! In the records of- ...an experiment, yes, and she has a so-called 'last wish', too, and others had! Surely that 'freedom' couldn't take away their only right! Right? It would sound too weird if it did.

She wasn't really surprised when the only way to get in was to sneak in, but it irritated her. Patience ran thin. She needs to know what she can do now. She will find the documents, the records and the White Diamond's order, fullfill her only wish in some way possible and-

There wasn't anything that would let her do so. Aside from a very short list of orders sent to each A-Pearl...

...Half of them were dead. Officialy sent on all sorts of missions right after the 'exam', some never returned, never could have in the first place if you read between the lines. And it was done intentionally - AP-013 really tried not to notice this little fact, but failed. Those who survived were cleared out from all possible memory blocks, no mentions, no links, nothing, and in that Galaxy-is-free-whatever connected too. They were all thrown away from history and present.

As if they never really ‘existed’.

[holly-fucking-blue]

YOU SOUND LIKE A BITCH (@feral-fucking-spinel)

"Excuse me ? I dont understand your ape like yelling."

// @feral-fucking-spinel

[heehoo-snek]

“aren’t you tired of being nice? don’t you wanna go ape shit?” @feral-fucking-spinel @spinel-rebooted it had to be done

[soft-aes-for-soft-kins]

can I get a mood board for frisk who was just APE SHIT for bugs?! if not, that's fine! I hope you have a good day!!!

Frisk I love you- Mod Spinel

[iamthekaijuking]

Guardian Draw Night 3 part 2

Anglerfish Guardian

This strange individual is an enigmatic creature who lives in a deep dark ocean in a dark depth of space. They strangely have genetics comprised of both Human DNA and the genetics of many Lophiiforme fish. They crawl across the seabed on arms that end in disturbingly human hands, with only the light of their esca on the end of their illicium guiding their way. They eat any large carcass with their ape teeth, but they can ambush prey as well. Their ability to alter color and texture of their skin is rivaled only by cephalopods, but even cephalopods can’t change the texture of their skin to be spiny and have it actually function that way. They can swim normally or they can use siphons behind the larger arms. Their whole body is bioluminescent and can be turned off or even produce blinding light.

Cordycepts/Host Guardian

This guardian, though sexless, goes by he/him pronouns. He is another example of how formaerem can blend the genetics of two completely different organisms seamlessly. Much like how Blaise is simultaneously a dinosaur, worm, and cephalopod at the same time, this guardian is composed of many creatures that could be considered “fungus” or “animal”. He even has the genetics of the dreaded cordycepts fungus from earth. He is a slow shambling creature whose lumpy back hides many toxic cyst. Tiny mycelia extract nutrients from the ground with every step he takes, but they’re capable of leeching it from others. His eyespots are actually spore pods that contain a variety of different spores that have many different properties. Some induce sleep, while others are irritants, and some are highly venomous.

Guardian from Henders Island

(I’m not happy with how the sketch turned out so I also included an old sketch of a spiger guardian as well. I’m not happy with the forelimbs on both sketches.) A case where a chunk of formaerem from space crash landed on Henders Island in a universe different from our own. The formarem was so impressed by Henders Island’s ravenous ecosystem that it primarily used the genetics of creatures from the island. The result was a powerful creature who has genetics primarily from the savage stomatopod hyperpredator, the dreaded Pantherocaris rex. She’s a large powerful guardian, with forelimbs that can spear or punch 250 times her own body weight. She has two mantis shrimp eyes on her head and three on the cap covering her second brain. Her jagged head crests form a frill that she can use to batter and ram opponents, and a mouth that can snap bones and have multiple appendages and corrosive fluids that can reduce anything she bites into a slurry. Her powerful legs and tail that functions as a fifth leg allows her to jump unbelievably high and move with lightning speed in very short burst. Her main weapon however, is her roar. Her respiratory system is similar to our lungs, but branches out across her entire body. This allows her to get air directly to all her muscles or store large amounts of air for an incredibly devastating roar attack. Said roar attack is a pneumatic scream that has enough force to reduce trees to sawdust and buildings to a fine powder, and the recoil of this is enough to push her back despite the cleat-like texture of her tail. She’s also capable of “internally screaming” to create a localized earthquake. (For her roar just imagine the sound Spinel makes when she blows her horn finger, but like... powerful enough to end the world I guess.)

[cartoon-thembo]

SU Show: *has incredible heartfelt songs and emotional songs about love, the joys of being alive, moving on and letting go, forgiveness, and self-worth*

The Movie: *1 villain song where Spinel goes ape shit*

Everyone: 👀👀👀👀👀👀