#STEVENS PRONOUNS

[ask-steven-stevenson]

hey... uh. fathers. do either of you have that tylenol i offered yesterday. i might need it backkkkk...

hello again!!! he is human once more!!! he can be found with his hands in his hoodie pocket, swaying back and forth of his feet uneasily.

//@the-flys-buzz (pronoun change woah!!! this will happen often im so sorry mod)

“Oh? Of course. If you have a headache you are welcome to stay here. It’s quiet, I mean, that’s if you do have a headache. I can get you some water.”

{!! woah!! Steven gave him the pill bottle.}

“Anyways, I was curious. I know it may sound silly, you don’t have to answer. But, Jake and I wanted to make sure. Do you prefer to just be called kid or son? Or do you not really care?”

{Hi again! Steven gave him a bottle of water!}

[annabelle--cane]

her pronouns are HE/HIM

[saporongon]

More stuff :3

[lab-raised-steven]

R and Gem Fusions: Bow, Smokey, and Sunny

These are as close as the final designs as I can give ya'll as of this far ahead. Outfits might change, but scar placement and weapons are final.

Weapons: Spinning top, Diabolo, and Rollerblades

these are just for ref purposes and were therefore traced from official art

[veonsyl]

some fusions and their pronouns

these were supposed to be stickers but they got copyright claimed lmao soo I'm gonna repost these for pride~ Feel free to use them for edits or for icons, credit is appreciated but not required!

[randomminty]

please i am BEGGING for you to drop the other roleswap champion designs,,, i had no idea how hard cynthia would slay in lance’s fit and my animal brain is now starving for roleswap steven and lance if you ever feel confident enough to post them,,,,,;

[insert meme of guy on his hands and knees offering a wad of fanned-out dollar bills here]

TY JUST FOR YOU ANON…. i redrew my old designs. I still cant figure out stevens design but this will do

Just for fun ill throw my old designs/brainstorming under a read more too!

This is a year old. Theyre so ugly. Okay

[kthecritter]

Hey! we're considering changing our username/collective name on here, sooo, can we get an ID pack? preferably themed around gems and felines since we're a collective of SU gem fictionkin and feline therians! Mainly names and usernames, but the other stuff would be cool too!

here you go, I hope you enjoy! these names could always work for my WoF fantribe, so hey, this works for both of us!

Names/nicknames:

Felis

Mitzi

Tigris

Koneko

Whiskers

Crystal

Shine

Jewel

Diamond

Glitter

Usernames/titles:

Glittering-box-of-Gems

Rainbow-Gemstones

Unified-Felines

Crystalline-Cats

The Kitty Cat Clique

The Feline Unit

The Gemstone Family

The Shining Union

Pronouns:

Meow/meow/meows/meowself

Purr/purr/purrs/purrself

Gem/gem/gems/gemself

Crystal/crystal/crystals/crystalself

[artistakai]

Happy pride moth to themm💜💜

[bonetrousledbones]

do u ever think about how crazy it is that undertale came out with its insane amount of unambiguously queer characters in fucking 2015

[autisticandoddlyspecific]

Spinel x Touch-Averse AND Touch-Starved Reader

Except I missed the point of these bullet point type headcanon-y posts and went ham.

There are some small details about "reader" here because spoiler: it's also author. lmao. But it shouldn't be too much if you're already down for this post based on the title.

SFW, 2nd person(you, your, yours), gn reader but it wasn't exactly intentional. gender was just never relevant in any of these points. No pronouns except for the 2nd person ones used for reader.

Spinel is careful with you when you tell her you’re touch averse. She’s used to expressing affection physically, and pretty often. It took a little getting used to when you two became more than just casual acquaintances, but she got the hang of it eventually.

You had a bit of an understanding. While neither of you just dumped your life story on the other when you first met or anything, she made a comment hinting at being inexperienced with friendships and you told her you could relate to an extent.

She understands when you just stick by her side or stay in the same room as her when she’s not feeling great, but sometimes she feels she really needs someone to hold her or to hold onto.

She cried when you handed her your favorite plushie to snuggle one of those evenings. It’s yours. Not just that, but it’s your favorite one. It was almost sort of a piece of you, and you let her hold it!

It makes you consider bringing around that plushie in your bag whenever you hang out with her, even if it wouldn’t be needed every time.

That being said, there were more ways you were there to comfort or bond with Spinel than just physical proximity. You’d listen to her, talk her through her emotions when you knew what to do, and give her advice. You’d even play music or sing, even if you’ve never done that for someone before.

Spinel also grows to know a bit about being there for folks, even if some of it came from you.

To be fair, she also went and talked to gems at Little Homeworld to see what she could learn about emotions so she could be a better friend to you. She ended up getting a lot better at listening from it.

Sure, you aren’t the only person who benefits from her newfound skills, but you are the main benefactor and reason for this.

You eventually make something like a friendship bracelet you’d expect to give or be given in middle school, but sized up, and made to be held at its ends by two people.

You can’t help the warmth in your chest as she visibly gains more spring in her step after grabbing it, even if she tries not to react too much, still not wanting to make it seem like the limited touch isn’t enough for her.

To be honest, by that point you and Spinel are super close, and she couldn’t imagine any lack of touch making her not want to hang out with you.

The feeling she gets when you’d smile, or when you two would tease or snark at each other until the both of you were literally on the floor laughing– well, it almost worries her for a second, remembering back when she’d idolize Pink and want nothing but for her to smile and be happy, but Spinel can tell it wasn’t quite the same. You were real friends. You are equal and you both knew it, and treat each other as such. You both stick by each other. This is mutual, and it makes Spinel feel so full of love and life that she feels she could poof(fortunately she didn’t).

The feeling you have is maybe a bit more. You didn’t really expect to start crushing on her, but now you can’t escape the often elated and fuzzy feelings you get whenever she says or does just about anything. It’s like you’ve always known each other. You figure it’s best to wait and figure out your emotions, and wait for a good time to mention it, if you ever even want to. Only time will tell.

One day, you and Spinel are hanging out, and you can’t stop staring at her hand. You’d had a bit of a long week, but it was nothing too serious– still, you’re some kind of tired. Her hand is just on the table. She moved her hands occasionally but right now her hand’s just resting on the table.

To say you grab her hand is a bit of a stretch, as it’s just your fingertips on the back of her hand with what feels like a literal featherlight touch… at first.

Everything stops. Spinel stops talking and just stares, but doesn’t move. With a look of what mostly reads as aggressive concentration, you grab her hand and examine it like it’s some kind of science project. The touch isn’t painful, but you feel it just as intensely.

You hold her hand in your own hands almost like it were a child. You haven’t made eye contact since you reached your hand out.

“Hey, uh… what are you doing?” Spinel sounds uncertain. “Are you okay?” You can feel your eyes starting to burn.

“It’s not burning,” You answer, making no eye contact and speaking low in a smoother voice than you usually did; it seems like if you aren’t careful and slow with your own emotions you’d just burst into tears and be incoherent. Spinel seems to get what you’re referring to.

“I think…” You croaked, “Even if touch was uncomfortable with almost everyone, that doesn’t mean I didn’t need it. That I can’t be touch starved.” The tears are blurring the edges of your vision. Your hands are shaking. You think you can hear Spinel make a sharp inhale or something similar.

“It’s okay,” She stammers, at your volume, “I get it. The touch-starved thing, I mean.” You knew that. “You can hold my arm.”

You’re not sure the way you cried seemed “normal” but that was never an issue with her. She’s safe enough to touch. You’ve no reason to care in that state, really.

“So, what feels comfortable to touch?” Spinel asks. For now, it’s hands and lower arms, or her hand cupping your face if you have her arm in your hands, but that tends to be a bit emotionally overwhelming.

From that moment, you could never be fed up with her touch – even if it’s pretty much just hand holding and hand holding but weirder – but you’re not ready to do much of that in public. It feels like your trademark almost, like seeing you touch somebody was weirder to people than literally any of the gem related stuff that’s happened since 6,000 years ago.

It’s not the most logical thought, but you’re both willing to take whatever time is needed.

Whenever you two are alone, you’re practically attached to each other by your arms.

You hold her hands in yours. Just standing facing each other in your home, her left hand in your right and her right in your left. It was a pretty normal day just a minute ago. Looking in her eyes, the tears welled up in yours.

“I know I don’t have to be normal,” You sniffle, “But it just feels… refreshing.”

Her face is dusted with a darker fuschia, you’re blushing up a storm. When you look at her, her eyes show understanding and fondness you never see from people. But even moreso, you feel like you see more than her. It’s like seeing the whole universe in her eyes. That’s when you realize you’re in deep.

She makes a playful jab at you “being normal” as your new career path, and you act offended like you, and it’s back to having a normal day. But you know you should seriously consider this.

WOW! I don't think I've ever got the ideas out of me head with such efficiency while still liking what came out. I noticed how much longer and bulkier it is than the normal xreader post but I can't rely on myself to make it into an actual story that I enjoy writing and that I feel reads well, and I figure that there's no real harm in just throwing out these ideas even if I do end up just taking this whole thing and making it into a fic as is, just with more plot/words/idk lol. Fun fact: the google doc that I wrote all this down on is titled: "ZOMG SPINEL KISSES!!!! <3<3<3 >~<"

I might make a continuation, I might not. Who knows, really. Also, should I post this on AO3 as is, without "fleshing it out" more? Would that be alright? And should I keep the bullet points or get rid of them. I'd love any feedback on anything in this post!

[bearinabandana]

I love them your honour

[seastarryclouds]

Inktober Day 5 Peridot

She is literally me, I am literally her, I love her

[pawmaline]

sharing my new gemsona! when you can't find a gem with the aesthetics you want so you make up your own 💅 pink pawmaline, very loosely based on shiny pawmi.

[redbreastedbird]

what are your sexuality and pronouns headcannons for ur murder most unladylike characters? :D

also i love your books so much, and i adore all the representation that you have put in them. So just thank you! and also thank you for being so active in your fans community it’s super cool to see you awnsering questions and stuff!! :)

I’ve answered sexuality headcanons in previous asks - basically a lot of variations on ‘queer’ - but pronouns isn’t something I’ve been asked before and I think it’s really interesting!

People used pronouns in slightly different ways in the 1930/s/40s to the way we do today, and so when I’m thinking about adding trans and nb characters to my stories I have to balance out what we expect in 2023 with what would have happened in 1930s/40s. Like I’ve seen cis gay men called ‘she’ by other gay men in books from the 30s and 40s as kind of acknowledgement of gayness/a badge of honour. Which doesn’t read in the same way now as it did then!

Also, even though nb people in the 30s and 40s were clearly saying that they weren’t male or female just the way they do today, the idea of a singular they pronoun wasn’t in use in the same way as it is then. And obviously neopronouns were not yet in use at all! So I’m currently thinking a lot about how to refer to an nb person in a way that honours them now but also honours how they would have spoken and thought about themselves then.

Claude Cahun is one of the people I’m fascinated by at the moment. They referred to themself as ‘neuter’, so when I talk about them now it seems right to call them them, but they used she/her at least most of the time when they were alive. This is a great article about them and about the pronoun question.

So, you know, it’s a whole thing! I’m not sure what the answer is yet for my books. But if you personally want to headcanon any of my characters as trans, or decide that they would use particular pronouns either in modern AUs or during the time my books are about, then absolutely go for it!! I truly do not think all of my MMU detectives would identify as cis if they were teenagers in 2023!

[lacontroller1991]

Dream a Little Dream of Me (Gordo Stevens x GN!Reader)

Main Master List || For All Mankind Master List

Anon Request: Could you do the dream soulmate prompt w/ Gordo? Thank you sm if you do!

Author's Note: THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR REQUESTING GORDO I ABSOLUTELY LOVE WRITING FOR HIM AND I HOPE YOU ENJOYYYYY

Warnings: Nightmares, Isolation, Ant infestation (body), PTSD, language

Word Count: 1.5k

It’s cold as you wake up. The room is dark aside from the small lights from the machines that beep through the night. Rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, your legs swing out of the bunk and land on the floor with a soft thump, but something is out of place. In confusion, you walk around the finite space, looking at the various equipment before spotting a window. You hastily move to the window and let out a gasp when you see nothing but empty space. You back up and bump against a computer in disbelief. Why are you on the moon?

Despite being lost in your thoughts, you feel something crawling on and around you. Looking down you see swarms of ants crawling up your body in hoards as if you stepped in 10 ant mounds at the same time. You’re stuck in place in fear, your heart pounding as the ants get closer and closer to your face. You can feel their legs all over your body. You can feel their mandibles biting into your skin and you’re stuck. You can’t move anything as the ants begin taking over your face, swarming into your mouth until you can’t breathe.

You wake up with a gasp, shooting out of the bed with sweat dripping down your forehead. You suck in air as much as possible before calming down and looking around you. Good, you’re in bed, on Earth, with no ants in your immediate vicinity. You place your hand against your forehead and groan. You have been having similar nightmares for the past few weeks and they don’t seem to be progressing at all.

Tossing back your blanket, your mind tries to track who could be having these dreams. It’s obviously someone you’ve worked with due to the fact that not alot of people know what the inside of Jamestown looks like. You’ve never been there yourself, but being in the NASA program, you get pretty good floor layouts.

Looking over at the clock you groan when you see the time. “Guess I’ll get ready for work.”

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“You look like you slept like crap.” The comment startles you, causing you to spill your coffee as you snap back to reality, looking to your side and seeing Gordo standing there, empty cup of coffee in his hands. “Mind if I-?” He gestures to the coffee pot as you scoot out of the way, downing the remnants of your coffee as he eyes you in concern. “You good?”

“No.” It’s a short reply and you can tell he is trying his best not to ask for details. On the other hand though, you could use someone to talk to. Sighing, you set down your coffee mug and turn to properly face him. “My soulmate has been having the same recurring nightmare for weeks now. They’re always on the moon, alone in the base and then swarms of ants crawling up their body. My body. Swarming on and in me and then I wake up gasping for air.” During your rant, you don’t notice the way Gordo’s face falls and pales as if he’s seen a ghost. His grip on the coffee cup loosens and it slips out of his hands, crashing to the floor in pieces, causing you to zone back in and notice Gordo. “Gordo? Why did you do that?” You immediately bend over to pick up some pieces but he just stands there, a zoned out look in his eyes. 

“I- I need to go.” He rushes out of the room, aware of the way other astronauts stare at him in confusion. You internally cuss out the eccentric astronaut for leaving you to deal with his mess. Dani walks over with a frown on her face before lowering her body down to help pick up some pieces, despite her arm being in a cast.

“Dani, you don’t have to help.”

“No, no. What did you say to him?”

“He asked why I didn’t sleep and I told him that my soulmate has been having recurrent nightmares about ants on the moon,” your comment has Dani’s face falling before she’s standing back up to her height and grabbing your arm, dragging you out of the room and down several halls. “Dani, stop it. Let me go.” You try to fight back but she’s stronger than she looks. She pushes you against the wall and peeks around the corners, making sure there’s no one in the area. “Dani, what the hell is your problem?”

“How long have you been having these nightmares?”

“What?”

“I asked, how long have you been having these nightmares?” The question is urgent and hushed. 

“I don’t know, a few weeks?”

“Around the time Gordo and I got back from Jamestown?” You try to think back to when the nightmares first started and realize that they did start when they got back from the moon. 

“Yeah, now that I think about it.”

“Shit.”

“Mind telling me what’s going on?” You look over at her as she bites her lip, the gears turning in her head. 

“Ok. You need to talk to Gordo.”

“Why?”

“Just trust me.”

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After much convincing, Dani had managed to slip you Gordo’s apartment address and told you to visit him much to your confusion. Smoothing out your clothes you let out a shaky breath. You really don’t know what to expect. Why on earth would Dani insinuate that you have to talk to Gordo about your dreams. Surely they can’t be his. Right? He has a wife. He has Tracy. There’s no way he can be your soulmate.

Raising your hand, you knock against the door, waiting for a brief second before it’s being swung open, revealing a semi drunk Gordo.

“What are you doing here?”

“Dani told me we need to talk.” He moves to the side and allows you to step in. Looking around, you note that the apartment is relatively bare save for the exception of two picture frames of his kids and furniture. “Do you have those dreams?”

“Straight to the point I see,” he tries to jest, offering you a drink but you remove the bottle out of his hand and set it to the side. 

“Gordo. Have you been having those dreams? You and Dani are the only ones who have actually lived on the moon except for Ed but he’s still on there and you’re the only one who’s come back… different.” He hangs his head, plopping down on the couch while you stand awkwardly, not really sure what to say or do. Sure you’ve always found him attractive, and you guess he’s probably seen his fair share of your rather dirty dreams with him as the main star, but what is that going to do to the dynamic of your work relationship and his relationship? 

“Promise you won’t say anything to anybody?” He looks up at you, tears threatening to spill and it breaks your heart. You know the dreams have been bad, but it’s clearly just the outskirts of his breaking mental health. Sinking down to his side, you place a hand on his back, rubbing soothing circles against his shirt.

“I won’t say anything.” Your confirmation seems to alleviate a little tension as he sniffles.

“Something happened up there, I don’t know what, but ever since then I’ve been having these nightmares and I’m so sorry that you’ve been suffering because of them.” 

“It’s okay. You’re okay. If anything, I’m glad I got them because now I can help you in anyway you need. Plus, if I’m having your dreams, then you’ve probably had mine?”

“You seem to be really fond of hair pulling,” he smirks, leaning back against the couch and stares up at the ceiling as if he was banishing away any tears while heat blooms underneath your cheeks. 

“Yeah. Among other things.” Silence falls over the two of you as you bite your lip. The conversation solved one thing, but what about his wife? “What about Tracy?”

“We’re filing for a divorce. I’ve told her about my dreams and she doesn’t have them and she tells me about hers and I don’t have them so we’ve put two and two together.”

“I’m sorry.” He shakes his head in denial, trying to smile but you can see through it.

“Don’t be. It’s better that way.” Nodding your head, you look around the apartment a little more in depth. It’s dirty. Beer cans everywhere and random wrappers for stuff. It looks more like a child lives here than a grown man and that hurts your heart.

“Why don’t you try to get some sleep?” “I’m afraid to go to sleep. I don’t want the same nightmare again.” Sighing, you sit back down, thinking of a solution.

“I have heard that sleeping next to your soulmate might help alleviate any nightmares. Would you be willing to try that?” 

“You would be willing to do that?” His eyes are big and blue, bluer than you remember and they draw you in. Without thinking, you nod your head.

“Yeah. I mean I don’t want nightmares either, so maybe it’ll help the both of us. Why don’t you come with me to my place?” For the first time in a while he smiles, a hint of his former playfulness returning. 

“Sex off the table?”

“Sleep Stevens. Sleep.”

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[pinkobsessedfreak]

how the poets take notes [modern AU]:

neil: he needs his hands dug into the depths of the material to learn. lectures bore him, even if he likes the material. study sessions where he is able to see how everyone else is learning really helps him to make connections he wouldn't otherwise. concept maps are his friend. he needs little details to understand the whole picture, and sometimes todd thinks he's running lines when he's actually reviewing topics out loud to try and ensure he's grasped all he can about it and understand it all.

todd: needs images of everything he is learning or else he will not learn. he jots down notes in class but also doodles in the margins, trying to find some visual to put what he is hearing together in his head. he loves models, graphs, and paintings of scenes. he makes his own doodles if he must. he intakes the visuals of the world and spits out words: he adapts to the wordy spew of the world by making his own visuals.

meeks: uses every single planner and note-taking guide available to man. color codes his notes. rewrites his notes after class so he remembers. he is the studier you want to be. when he has a lot of classes, this does fall apart a bit and it turns into a bit more of a frantic mess, but he still passes.

pitts: how this man gets an engineering degree, the world will never know, because his notes look like someone closed their eyes and wrote down what they heard from radio static. he doesn't pay attention in class because he doesn't really benefit from lectures, and will use meeks' notes as a template for his research and learning. he learns best from experimenting hands-on, you know?

cameron: takes notes by hand on paper. writes in cursive and a sort of shorthand. even though it may be better for him to take notes on computers, he refuses to change (for a while. eventually, it catches up to him, he has a breakdown, then he switches to his laptop only for lectures, but he takes notes by hand when he is really studying. he can't not.)

charlie: kahoot king. quizlet queen. he aces every single form of study game you throw at him, and he then uses these games to study. makes quizlets in class whenever the teacher says a new thing that she knows will be on the exam. is also a picture-heavy learner. if she can't find a picture for something, she'll make one (or steal a drawing from todd).

knox: tries hard to pay attention in class but fails. falls asleep to youtube educators and khan academy. passes his classes via "osmosis of knowledge from the videos to his brain while he sleeps." ("that's not how this works. that not how any of this works." "yes it is, meeks." "it... it's really not.")