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risestarkissomega · 2 days ago

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A question from @overthinkingspark-blue

"So, I’ve been thinking a lot about these Steven universe-style fusions that @teenagenutant made for the rise turtles. I’ve been working on a fanfic of them with another writer actually!

here’s the tag for them: https://www.tumblr.com/teenagenutant/tagged/fmau

So I’ve just been wondering- since I have absolutely no knowledge on fashion- what kinds of outfits *these* characters would wear, them being fusions of the rise turtles and all because it’s kinda hard to imagine they’d just wear both their components’ clothes together

if that makes sense?

Theres also the fact that a lot of them are designed wearing shorts/pants, so that may give hints to what kind of style they’d prefer. So since you’re well versed in the topic of fashion for the turtles, I figured why not ask you what you thought about it!

...And I was thinking specifically for what their wrestling outfits would be like or what they’d wear in a. “clothes don’t make the turtle” scenario...Though the ones that seem the most intriguing to me are Titian (Raph and Donnie fusion that looks like a mech) and Caravaggio (Leo and Raph fusion with the loooongggg mask tails and mega anxiety)

Because those two are hard to guess

And also Newton! (Donnie and Mikey fusion.)..."

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Ooo.

Firstly, combining the turtles into fusions is a really cool concept! The boys' personalities are already so interesting, so blending them would surely yield some very intriguing results...

Also, I just so happened to have watched all of Steven Universe. So, I'll be using my understanding of the SU rules for these fusions. (Assuming that these turtles fusions are using the same rules. If not, I'm so sorry! 😣)

Let's get started!

From what I've gathered from SU, the fusion rules are not as hard and fast as they could be when it comes to their designs...

Sometimes, the fashion is a true amalgamation of what each component was already wearing, which is usually in the case for Stevonnie.

Other times, and in my opinion more commonly, the designs involve the fusion's personality coming out in their fashion choices. But, it's not necessarily a direct reflection of the component's clothing.

My example for that is Sugilite.

The design for her clothing is not exactly what Garnet and Amethyst is wearing, but is more a reflection of who they become when they're together; this rough and tumble, rough around the edges, strong-willed, and powerful gem-which is reflected in the exaggerated and excessively ripped outfit, so it still works!

(BTW, this is also an example of the "Exaggeration" component of good character design.)

Alright, so I've said all of that to say: In SU, I believe that there's no absolute way to have a fusion. It seems to be more of a sliding scale from a "perfectly balanced physical amalgamation" to a "completely emotional combination," depending on the design choices of the creators, if that makes sense...

So, I'll summarize the SU fusion rules (in my opinion) that I'll be using going forward: This is a more "Physical Amalgamation" Fusion Design: Rainbow Quartz 2.0

vs.

A more "Emotional Amalgamation" Fusion Design: Sunstone

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Something Right in the Middle: Sardonyx

Additional SU Note: In the end, the sliding scale of physical to emotional fusion choices is all at the discretion of the character designer! - IE. Rebecca caught a lot of flak for her Sunstone design, but in the end it's Rebecca's design (as revealed in the "Steven Universe: End of an Era" book.) Thus, how she chooses to depict the fusion of Steven and Garnet is up to her discretion!

Phew, ok. With that foundation out of the way...

Let's look at the turtles!

And since you mentioned their wrestling outfits, let's look at those specifically:

I found the easiest way to come up with a good representation of various turtle combinations is to do what we've always done in science...use punnett squares!

However, instead of crossing "alleles/genes," let's cross clothing design characteristics! (Stay with me! 😂) I went ahead and made a square using their wrestling clothing choices.

Let me just pop that baby right here:

Here's a reminder of all of the boys' wrestling fits:

And as an example, let's look at T.I.T.I.A.N. (Donnie and Raph's Fusion) since he seems to be one of the hardest to predict:

(T.I.T.I.A.N. as depicted by the original creator, @teenagenutant)

BTW, the design for T.I.T.I.A.N. is so logical!

With Raph's overly bureaucratic nature (as he's a stickler for the rules) and Donnie's hyper-analytic personality, the two of them combining to be a giant robot just makes sense! 😌❤️💜

"Uh, Ma’am, you misplace your five dollar bill directly into my palm."

"I need pre-game stats, highlights of past stats, projections of future stats. We’re missing the stats, people!"

Anywhoozle...

Here's a close up of my estimations for T.I.T.I.A.N.'s outfit based on the "SU fusion rules" I established earlier and the general application of the punnett square:

For me, the takeaway is the DRAMATICS!

Raph was a natural showman in the ring, and Donnie is just dramatic in general. Sooo, in my eyes, T.I.T.I.A.N.'s wrestling persona would be HIGHLY theatrical. 🙄

But yeah, by using the punnett square, you can just fill in the blanks, thus making any combination you'd like!

Or scrap all of my thoughts and start fresh! The point is it's a tool to make combining the turtles easier. 😁 Psssst! BTW.... I don't think you were the only ones inspired by Steven Universe:

💙💜🧡❤️Happy Creating! ❤️🧡💜💙

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YOUTUBE | KOFI | 🎵 BANDCAMP 🎵

I appreciate you! 😌

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ev-writes-things · 2 years ago

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hello! this is my first post on my writing blog :) which is kind of fun! (and very nerve wracking aaa)

so i offer to the haikaveh nation: a short, fluffy haikaveh oneshot (ish) thing! inspired by @enden-k ‘s fantasy au (written info here), go check that out, it’s super neat!

alright i’ll stop now :) hope u like it! (also, i don’t know how to work tumblr despite being on it for the last 5 years the formatting is horrible and i apologize)

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“You’re going to get sick if you traipse around like that,” Alhaitham called. Kaveh rolled his eyes with a groan, stooping to pick another of the bright yellow flowers that bloomed along the shore of the creek the pair had stopped at to refill their bottles. The water rushed around his ankles and the sun was warm, replacing his pain with something akin to pure light, thrumming in his body and through his veins, and Kaveh felt so good and healthy and strong for the first time in a long time, so he refused to let Alhaitham’s words force him out of the shallows. He slipped the flower into one of his braids and waded on.

“Stop nagging like an old woman. What does it matter to you? I’m the one who’s…”

Dying. I’m the one who’s dying, so why does it matter what I do?

He trailed off, then cleared his throat, turning to hide the way his smile dropped at the thought in that same moment, but it wasn’t as if Alhaitham didn’t know exactly what he was thinking about. He observed too much to simply be ignorant to Kaveh’s moods. “The one who’s paying your wages. Let me have my fun, alright?”

“You’re not actually paying me anything, dearest prince,” Alhaitham replied, flipping a page of his dark blue spell book from where he sat at the edge of the creek. If he’d noticed the swift change mid-sentence, he didn’t show it.

“You get the idea. And don’t they look pretty?” Kaveh insisted. He tucked another one of the star-shaped plants besides the mourning flowers in his hair, turning to smile at his traveling companion.

Alhaitham’s expression was unreadable as he scanned Kaveh’s new look. His pants were soaked with water, his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, his forehead was streaked with dirt, and his hair was slightly tangled from his desperate efforts to make the flowers stay still.

The witch’s large hat covered his elegant features as he stood before Kaveh could stare long enough to embarrass himself, but was that a hint of a smile that he caught? “Yes, you look great for a plant murderer. Can we leave now?”

“Fine, fine. So impatient.”

Kaveh straightened up and washed his hands of the accumulated dirt, watching clear droplets slide off his tanned skin and back into the creek with small ripples as he walked through the water to the other shore, where Alhaitham waited.

“You’ve got something on your face.”

Looking up, Kaveh collided straight into Alhaitham’s chest with a small “ouch”. Alhaitham looked entirely unbothered, reaching down for Kaveh. One hand held Kaveh’s face gently and the other wiped the smudge of dirt off of his forehead. Surprised by this display of kindness, Kaveh absently brought his hand up, touching the spot where he swore he felt a ghost of Alhaitham’s fingers over his skin.

Alhaitham examined the dirt on his fingers distastefully. “I’ll put this one on your tab,” he said, dusting off his hands. His darkly painted nails flashed dully in the sun.

“Hey. Hey, no, wait-”

Alhaitham smirked. “Your clothes are all wet. Do you want me to dry them off for you?”

Kaveh huffed. “Why, so you can put something else on my tab? No, thanks. They’ll dry off soon enough.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure,” was the only response he received, and the witch strolled off. Kaveh glared satisfyingly at his retreating back as he followed.

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Annoyingly, the witch was right. As usual.

The sun set much quicker than Kaveh had anticipated, and his clothes were still damp when it got dark. It wasn’t long before he was shivering, his teeth chattering almost violently in his skull. The desert was so much colder at night than strictly necessary, he decided, somewhat annoyed at the sudden change in temperature.

Alhaitham stopped again, turning to look at Kaveh up and down. If he wanted to dream, Kaveh would have said he looked almost concerned.

“Are you sure you don’t want to stop, princeling?”

“J-just a little f-further is f-fine,” he managed through his somewhat blue lips. He rubbed the cold skin of his arms sharply, trying to feel warm again. He missed the sun.

“I’m not dragging you around if you’re sick. We’ll stop for today, alright? You have no more say in the matter.”

Before Kaveh could protest, Alhaitham veered off the path and set to work constructing camp.

He wasn’t ever entirely sure if it was the usage of magic that made Alhaitham so quick to finish tasks that would have taken Kaveh much longer, but in what seemed like seconds, a tent was constructed and Alhaitham had created a small, interestingly blue fire. It sparked cheerfully, spitting bright green stars that flew from the heat, gleaming in the dark before sputtering out again, warmer than any fire he’d ever felt. Fascinating.

Alhaitham surveyed his own handiwork for a moment, seeming satisfied. He rummaged through his belongings, which he’d set beside the fire, not even stopping to glance at Kaveh when he asked, “Do you have a change of clothing?”

Kaveh tugged self consciously at his elaborately designed, and still damp, sleeves, shaking his head. “No. I don’t exactly have a lot of worldly goods, you know.”

“Hm. It’s a good thing that I’m much more prepared than you.”

The witch produced a set of clothes, similar to the ones he was wearing, and walked back towards where Kaveh was standing. “Wear these, until your clothes dry off. You can change in the tent.”

He deposited the outfit carelessly in Kaveh’s arms, along with a towel, and returned to poking around the fire.

Grumbling, Kaveh shifted the fabric around his arms. Deciding that he had no choice but to obey, he made his way to where the tent stood stoically against the night sky, pushing his way in.

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In spite of it all, Kaveh got sick.

He’d dried off and changed into Alhaitham’s clothes, which were shockingly soft and warm, if a bit loose. It wasn’t long before he had fallen asleep by the fire, bundled in blankets with the hot soup Alhaitham had made bringing a comfortable warmth to his skin, but it wasn’t enough. He was losing body heat, fast, and all of the blankets in the world couldn’t stop it.

When he woke up, cold pooling in the pit of his stomach and his fingertips nearly white with the feeling, Alhaitham was gone. Kaveh didn’t know why, but he was gone, and it scared him more than he’d ever imagined it would.

Shivering, he let out a low, pained noise. It sounded weak and pathetic, even to him. He wasn’t entirely sure why he had tried at all. It wasn’t as if he expected Haitham to suddenly come and save him. What would he do, anyways? Kaveh wouldn’t die from a little cold like this. It wasn’t the cause of any concern.

Even so, he found himself hoping against hope that Alhaitham would do something for him.

But what? his fever-addled brain demanded of him. Having no answer, he could do nothing more than drift off back into sleep once more, alone in the cold.

Where was Alhaitham?

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Kaveh awoke again to an unexpected feeling of total warmth.

It took him a moment to remember where he was. In front of the beautifully blue fire, wrapped in thick blankets, alone…

Alone? No, he wasn’t alone. Who…

“You’re awake.”

Arms. Around him? And it was warm, and he felt safe. Kaveh was still struggling to piece together full sentences, string together coherent thoughts. They glided away from him, like slippery silver fish just out of reach. Attempts to grasp them only caused them to swim further away.

It was still warm and safe, though, and he felt himself relax against his will. Into what, exactly?

Alhaitham brushed a strand of hair out of Kaveh’s face with surprising tenderness, tucking it into the carefully maintained braids, a bit messy and complete with the flowers he’d picked along with the dark red mourning flowers. Kaveh found himself leaning against his hand, and Alhaitham simply allowed him to remain there, his weight comfortably nestled against the witch’s from his spot apparently nestled into his lap. He felt Alhaitham’s every breath against his back, feeling insignificant, yet strangely comforted by it. He was small in the witch’s clothes and even smaller curled up in his lap, but he mattered to Alhaitham, and that was all that was important to him in that moment.

“You know, you were really cold when I got back. You worried me.” Alhaitham’s voice was calm, as usual, but Kaveh imagined that he heard some real concern there.

Kaveh found his lips curling into a smile, despite his weariness. He was feeling sleepy again, and comfortable, yet he managed to speak. “You were worried about me?”

Alhaitham paused for a moment, then flicked Kaveh’s hair back into his face again, feigning annoyance. “Don’t get such grand ideas. I intend to collect my payment from you, that’s all.”

“Mhm. And I suppose you’re going to put this on the tab?”

He was already slipping away again, his mind drifting towards dreams of old times and sweet-tasting memories before he could hear Alhaitham’s response. Alhaitham knew Kaveh was sleeping, but he responded anyway.

“No, it’s alright. This one will be free of charge.”

Holding the prince’s body in his arms a little tighter, Alhaitham let himself relax into the feeling of being so close to another.

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