#connverse fics

[roseetube]

MEGA ART DUMP #12!!!! SCHOOLS GOT ME BUSY, BUT MATH CLASS GOT ME COOKING RAHHHHHHH!!! DONT MIND MY ART CLASS NOTES LMAO

@pogostikk your sillies r here!!!

@spooksier drew your steeb from mothlight!!!

[screwpinecaprice]

She's on a hospital bed, amnesiac after an accident and she's having a crush on this man who is apparently her husband.

@dragonuva's part on an art trade with them from last year! 🥰 It's based on the first chapter of Chiptune by Newlense.

Guys. This fanfic is my favorite FAVORITE connverse fic and I love it so much I don't care if the last update was in 2020 nor if it's never going to be continued. It's so tender and the angst whalloped my guts in the right places. 😭💕

[annabelle--cane]

oh, these little rejections

3k, connverse, hurt/comfort, post canon

They meet up in Providence Island as planned, but Steven seems to be pulling away from Connie in a few places. She thinks he's had a change of heart about her after his time alone. He's afraid to show her his worst memories if they fuse.

or: what if I visited you on your college tour and I had trauma and there was only one bed and we were both stevonnie 😳😳😳

read on ao3

[daisymintt]

Framed (WIP) Steven Universe Fanfic

Steven and Connie where relaxing on the beach together after a long day of doing nothing but enjoying each others company. The sun was just starting to set beyond the horizon painting the world in beautiful hues of oranges, purples, and pinks. The smell of the ocean mingled with the smell of food wafting from the boardwalk. Connie sighed contentedly and leaned against Steven’s shoulder as she wiggled her toes in the cooling sand. Connie lived for moments like this, moments where she and Steven could just be without worrying about corrupted gems or the Diamond or some other life-threatening danger. “This is nice,” she quietly murmured.

Steven hummed in agreement and twined his fingers with hers, “I wish everyday could be just like this.”

Connie lazily dragged her fingers up Steven’s arm, Steven shivered at her touch. A mischievous grin spread across Connie’s face making Steven nervous. “Connie… what are you doing?”

Connie poked Steven in the side earning a squeal of surprise, “Connie! You know I’m ticklish!”

“That’s the plan!”

Connie attacked with both hands tickling Steven’s side, Steven fell onto his side as he shook with laughter. He clutched his stomach tears springing to his eyes as he weakly swatted at her. “Connie!” He said through a laugh, “I can’t breathe!”

Connie gave him one more tickle for good measure then leaned back, satisfied. Steven lay panting in the sand, trying to catch his breath. “You’re… going to… pay for that!” Steven wheezed out.

“Oh really? And how is that?”

Suddenly Steven surged forward and sent them tumbling down the beach in a spray of sand as they wrestled. They came to stop, Steven on top of Connie pinning her down by the shoulders.

“Not so high and mighty now, huh?” He teased, sand dusting his hair.

Connie smiled, “We’ll see about that.”

In one swift move Connie bridged her hips, throwing Steven off balance and pushing him towards her head. Steven stumbled to brace himself and Connie took the opportunity to throw low, her arms quickly coming down towards her hips in a motion similar to when one makes a snow angel. Once her arms were free she hugged Steven’s torso, moved up his middle, wrapped around his arm, and rolled him over. Once he was on his back she pinned his wrists to the ground and planted a leg on either side of him. “Ha! Nice try, Steven. Better luck next time!” She crowed.

Steven scrunched his face in mock anger at her and let out a huff of air, “Alright, alright, you win!”

“You now what that means!” She teased. “Loser gets kissed!”

“What a shame.” He said with a smile as she peppered his face with kisses.

“Connie!” She heard someone call behind them followed by the sound of footsteps on the sand. She sat up straight on Steven’s lap and looked over her shoulder, surprised to see her dad making his way towards them. “Dad!” She yelped and quickly put some distance between her and Steven, her cheeks flushing. “What are you doing here? I told you I’d be home in time for dinner.”

“I know, I’m actually here for Steven.”

“Oh? What for?”

Her dad wouldn’t meet her eyes as he pulled out a pair of handcuffs and said, “Steven Universe you are under arrest for burglary. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to speak to an attorney and to have an attorney present during any questioning. If you cannot afford a lawyer, one will be provided for you at government expense."

[imbeccable-writes]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Steven Universe (Cartoon) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Connie Maheswaran & Steven Universe Characters: Steven Universe, Connie Maheswaran Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Post-Episode: s06e10 Prickly Pair, Late Night Conversations, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Childhood Trauma, Family Issues, Intervention, kind of, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Steven Universe Future, Steven Universe Needs a Hug, Steven Universe Needs Therapy, Connie Maheswaran Tries, store bought therapy, Not Canon Compliant, emotionally mature connie maheswaran, Hurt Steven Universe, POV Third Person, Pre-Episode: s06e11 In Dreams, could be read as platonic or romantic Summary:

After the Cactus Steven debacle, Connie has a talk with Steven about the past and the present.

[weedle-testaburger]

Glow Week Day 7 fic: Journey's End

So I've been thinking of doing a fic for Glow Week (I didn't in advance bc I didn’t know they took fics for it as well as art!), and I saw the prompt 'Journey's End' and had an idea for a little drabble.

"If she remembers, even for a second, she will burn up. You can never tell her."

Connie had seen this scene countless times since she was a kid, and it still made her emotional even practically quoting it as she watched it.

She slowly noticed, though, that the faint glow of the TV in one direction was matched by an equally faint glow in the other. She instantly recognised the pink aura, and turned to see her boyfriend on the bed, his face burning and tears streaming down his cheeks. The crying part wasn't surprising, but the glow...

"Steven, should I pause it?"

The boy shook his head. "Cmon, there's only like a minute left." So they watched to the start of the credits, a little shaken, and the moment they started Connie crawled onto the bed, coming face to face with Steven, and lightly kissing the bridge of his nose.

The glowing softened a bit with that- it still glowered against Connie’s eyes, but it wasn't as harsh as it had been. "I'm okay, seriously," Steven protested.

"You will be when I'm done with you," Connie replied, as much to shore herself up as because she believed it in that moment. "I'm sorry if that kinda hit a nerve. We don't have to watch it agai-"

"No, I really liked it! You know me, I just get like this when I watch anything really sad," Steven smiled through his tears. Connie held hid hands and he tried to ward off his glowing, but it wouldn't stop. He felt a lump in his throat, and a part of his brain nagged at him. Tell her the truth.

Changing track, Connie offered, "It's OK if you don't wanna talk about it yet. We can maybe talk about it later, or another time, and just cuddle or watch something else right now."

Ironically, that worked as reverse psychology on Steven. "Actually, I do wanna talk about it now." Connie smiled and hugged him tighter. He looked for the words to describe what he felt, and realised the best way might be to link it to what they were just watching. "You know that thing with the memory wipe?"

"Yeah?" Connie tried to hold back her frustration at herself, of course she shouldn't have picked this to show Steven-

"It was really good, it was really sad!" Steven reassured her, stroking her cheeks back. "It just, it got me thinking. I'm scared I'm not gonna get to share my stories from this trip, you know?"

Connie nodded. "I mean, I can hop on Lion or just call you whenever you want to chat!" Haven't I proven that already, she thought to herself.

"Well, yeah, but... I guess sometimes I worry my powers are gonna be out of control again." His eyes darted away from Connie and his glowing seemed to intensify. "What if something happens that hurts me so bad I end up, like, making all of you forget me- or worse?"

He almost vanished into that void of anxiety and self-loathing- and then he felt Connie kiss the bridge of his nose again. "Steven," she said, softly but firmly. "I think we know every side of you by now. And even if we didn't, do you really think you can go through anything worse than you've been through before?"

Steven thought for a moment, and a part of him wanted to protest. But the look in the eyes of his girlfriend, his best friend, his jam bud, told him she was right. "I guess not," he said quietly, and he saw the room dim slowly as his glow faded.

Connie's hands held onto his tightly. "If you wanna go home to check in on Beach City and Little Homeworld tomorrow, I can take you."

"That sounds nice," Steven smiled. Yawning, he added, "but I wanna sleep first. You wanna join me?"

"You know it," Connie smirked, kissing him. She considered one last point, and decided to say it. "Does it help if I tell you she gets her memories back later on?"

"Spoilers!" Steven laughed.

[novantinuum]

Fandom: Steven Universe Rating: Mature Audiences (For references to underage sex) Words: 2.8K~ Summary: It’s possible. The timing lines up. What Connie fears is one hundred percent possible. The problem is, a potential pregnancy this early into their relationship was absolutely not in their plans.

WOE, post canon Connverse pregnancy scare fic be upon ye.

This is honest to god the fastest I've ever written a fic of this length in my whole ass life- I thought of this idea literally last night and nailed it all out in like twelve straight hours. Just so y'all can make an informed decision on whether to read or sit out, this contains minimal description of actual sex beyond like one short paragraph- instead focusing in on the human fallout of poor teenage decision making.

Connie is 17 and already in college, and Steven is 19.

On a semi-related topic, Google absolutely believes I'm pregnant now after all the incessant research I did for this story, lmafo.

Enjoy! I'm putting basically all of this fic under a cut here due to its mature topic nature.

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If you asked Steven what kind of conversation he expected when Connie called him out of the blue at one AM in the morning, one where she’s hysterical and halfway to hyperventilating definitely wouldn’t have been at the top of his list.

“Woah, woah—” he stresses, passing the phone to his other ear so he can pick on up what she’s saying better. “Just— slow down, okay? Start from the beginning. What’s happened?”

“It’s been three days, Steven!” she says, voice hitching upon his name. “I know my cycle, okay?? I’ve been tracking my cycle ever since I started menstruating, and it’s supposed to be like goddamn clockwork! It’s never been late like this. Never!”

“And you’re, uh— you’re absolutely sure there’s nothing else that could be interfering-??”

“Of course I’m fucking sure!” she hollers, making the small speaker bar on his phone vibrate against the side of his head. 

He winces, already regretting his poor choice of words with her. 

“Okay, okay, I— I shouldn’t have pressed about that. I’m sorry. Just—” he sucks in a deep breath of air, doing his absolute beat not to delve down the dangerous implication filled rabbit hole this early on, when tensions are high and accurate information is sorely limited— “what do you need right now? What can I do to help?”

“I need you here,” she warbles, her hysteria finally pushing over the brim and transforming into a heartbreaking bounty of distraught cries. “With me—!”

He clamps down upon the inside of his lip, thinking. The unfortunate part of living two timezones away from a romantic partner is that their transportation options for emergency visitations are limited. Unless… 

“Is Lion with you?” he asks, crossing his fingers and hoping beyond all hopes that this aloof feline miraculously chose this evening to make a visit at Connie’s off campus group home.

“I-I…” Brief pause. There’s a faint ruffle in the line, probably her shifting position. “I think he’s outside, yes.”

“If you can send him over to me, I’ll be there as fast as I can. Okay?”

“Okay,” she whispers, hoarse and strained. 

“We’ll figure this out, I promise. Love you.”

“Love you…”

And with that, Connie hangs up from her end.

Steven’s humble little studio apartment falls into complete and utter silence. He cradles his phone in his hands, staring with unparalleled intensity at his seventeen-year-old girlfriend’s smiling contact photo for a good few minutes… contemplating the sheer daunting weight of the potential future life’s just sprung on them out of nowhere. 

It’s possible.

The timing lines up.

What Connie fears is one hundred percent possible.

“Shit,” he ultimately hisses, shoving the device in his back pocket and moving to grab his wallet, his keys, and a light jacket.

This was absolutely not the conversation he expected to have tonight.

_____

One trip to his local 24-hour convenience store and a ride on Lion later, Steven finds himself perched on the edge of Connie and her housemates’ shared couch holding the instructional pamphlet for a pregnancy test, intensely conscious of the sleep shattering noise they’re probably making out here despite their best attempts at whispering. Ugh. He really, really hopes they don’t wake Patricia or Natalie up with all this racket. He doesn’t want to be rude, especially not at the heart of midterms season.

“But this says you’re not supposed to take it until a week after your first missed period,” he says, tapping his finger at the relevant section of fine print.

“That doesn’t mean it’s not gonna work at all, though,” Connie shoots back, tussling the instructions from his hands. “Look, see—? It doesn’t say you’re not supposed to take it until then, it just says the results may have a higher chance of inaccuracy.”

“And isn’t accuracy exactly what we need at the moment?” he responds with a bit too much stress riding within his tone. 

(His thoughts trail back to almost three weeks ago. That kissing session that got a bit more heated than either of them had originally planned for. The expired condom that he didn’t realize was expired until after it broke in the middle of sex.)

She shoots him a withering look, her eyes puffy and damp from all the tears she’s already shed tonight. 

“No, what I need is an answer. Any answer, so I can finally go to bed and stop freaking the hell out over this. You know how I am— I just gotta rip the bandaid off, and then I’ll be fine. I’ll even test daily for the next week if that makes you feel better.”

“Whatever makes you feel better,” he gently redirects, capturing her trembling hand within his and rubbing faint circles against the side of her palm for a few precious moments.

Sniffling, she gives a faint nod, grabbing the test itself from the coffee table and moving to stand.

“Okay. I… I’ll be just a few minutes. I’ll come back out once I have the sample ready, a-and… and then we can wait together.”

“Take your time,” he says.

She does.

As it turns out, peeing on demand (and on a plastic test strip, no less) is pretty difficult, even more so when one is stressed beyond all belief. 

They keep in contact over text for those long twenty or so minutes, and it’s through this feed of discussion that he starts to piece together the full picture of what must’ve happened here.

Mistake number one: Connie knew she was in a fertile period. She knew, and— horny as she was at the time— decided to progress the speed of their lovemaking anyways. All her choice. She provided him a condom she’d gotten as a free sample from some university health fair, and off they went. In any normal circumstance, that’s where this story would stop.

But then came mistake number two: right as he neared the brink of orgasm, he felt a distinct jump in sensitivity— one that not only sent him careening right over the edge, but also alerted him to the fact that his condom must’ve snapped. He’s almost positive Connie felt it too. He pulled out as quick as he could the second he realized, but what’s done was done. 

They discovered big mistake number three right afterwards: The condom was already expired. It was expired all along, and neither of them had thought to check the label before slipping it on. Stupid. Connie promised she’d talk to the campus nurse about getting her hands on some free Plan B that next morning— just in case— and Steven assumed that was the end of it. 

But then there was mistake number four: Apparently, Connie never took that Plan B at all. She was so wigged out over one of her upcoming midterms in a class she’s barely passing that (as he learns via this text thread) she forgot to go to the nurse to inquire about it in the first place. By the time she remembered, too many days had passed for it to be effective, so she didn’t bother looking into it further. Instead she merely crossed her fingers that nothing would come of this series of unfortunate happenings whatsoever, but then came late period day number one. And then number two. And then number three. And by that point, the evidence seemed so stacked against her favor that the stress simply exploded. She couldn’t study. She couldn’t even sleep. Thus, she just has to secure an answer tonight, or she’ll never find any peace, she says.

He understands, he does.

But also… he really, really wants to make sure that whatever answer they settle on with this matter is guaranteed correct. And soon, while there’s still time to do something about it (if that’s what she wants) without too much emotional investment coming into play.

Because accidentally knocking up his girlfriend in her second year of college… before they’re even married or close to being engaged… and while she’s still seventeen to boot was absolutely not in their plans.

“Ughhh… stupid, stupid,” he hisses to himself, knocking his head against the plush backing of the sofa. 

If that damned test comes back positive, her mother (and heck, probably Pearl too, for that matter) is going to kill him.

While he wouldn’t mind being a father in a few years’ time, the fact of thee matter is that they’re nowhere close to ready for such a future at this current juncture. Neither of them have jobs. Neither of them have a home of their own that isn’t partially paid for by their parents. Hell, on his end, even with regular therapy and steady medication he still struggles with the most basic self-care like showering daily and remembering to eat breakfast. So how on Earth— if Connie’s fears are right, and she is positive— is he supposed to suddenly pivot to taking care of an infant too on top of all that? Oh stars he’s not ready for this. He’s not. 

And if that’s how he feels, then he can’t even begin to imagine how much terror must be surging through her mind at this present moment.

Yikes. He’s really made a mess of things, hasn’t he? He should’ve… ugh, he should’ve said something. He should’ve gently told her ‘no’ the moment she revealed she was only a day away from ovulation. He shouldn’t have taken the risk. He should’ve thought to check in with her about the Plan B instead of blindly assuming she took care of it. He’s older, so he should’ve been the responsible one. 

He tells her as such.

no, no… it takes two to tango, silly, she responds via text a few seconds later. it’s not your fault any more than it’s mine. im sorry for yelling at you earlier, it’s just. not what i had planned.

same, he responses. 

And then, after a hard swallow and a moment’s pause… he dares to rustle up that big ol’ elephant in the room.

He asks The Question.

have u thought about what you’re gonna do if its positive yet

A set of ellipses show up at the bottom of the screen. She’s typing. Slowly. 

Or maybe… 

The ellipses disappear for a bit. Then reappear. Then blink out existence once again.

Steven sighs, sinking back into the couch and setting his phone upside down so he doesn’t have to psych himself out by staring expectantly at her contact photo at the top of their text feed for the next goodness knows how long. 

Good grief. If he weren’t already so damn emotionally drained over all this, he’s sure he’d be glowing bright ass pink right now. Thank goodness he’s not. Connie needs his comfort tonight, not the other way around. His lip crinkles into a pensive frown as he reflects on the situation… shifts his gaze around the darkened living room. (He catches the faintest glimpse of Lion snoozing outside the window again as his eyes adjust to the light level.) For the briefest of seconds he considers shooting a text to Dad, curious if he might have any advice on how to handle this sort of situation, but then…

No, no. It’s far too early to say anything. Plus, he doesn’t want to risk letting the blunt reality of their active sex life break containment unless Connie says it’s okay.

His phone buzzes.

Heart pounding with unimaginable ferocity, he flips it over to read.

honestly the reason i’m so freaked out rn is that i think id really wanna keep it. even though im SURE it would mess up all my college goals. is that stupid??

Brief pause yet again as she adds something else.

i’m so, so sorry i know that might not be something you’re ready to commit to rn. that’s half of why i’m so upset. i don’t want this to speed up our relationship in ways you’re not ready for, or ruin it altogether

Steven’s inhale is sharp and shallow, his thoughts racing as he tries not to consider the potential implications of what her decision means for him too deeply. It’s not about me, he reminds himself. It’s not about me.

hey, no- it’s okay, he types, fingers shaking. don’t fuss about me. it’s your body. your choice. i’ll support you through whatever you decide. promise.

Send.

A good while passes without a response. 

Considering the heaviness of the topic, he’s half a mind to stride across the room and go knock on the bathroom door to see if she’s okay, but then that very door squeaks open.

Connie scuttles to the couch in a hurry, the test and a generous wad of toilet paper in hand. She lays down the paper on the coffee table first for cleanliness’ sake, and sets the plastic sample cartridge on top of it.

Then, with a weary sigh, she sets a timer on her phone for three minutes.

“Please don’t let me look at it until time’s up,” she says, slumping against his side for comfort. 

“It’s okay,” he whispers, shifting his position to wrap his arms tight around her. Secure. Safe. “We’re okay. Whatever happens, we do it together, all right?”

“All right.”

Noticing her heavy blinking and angling to help her feel better, he brushes a stray wavy lock back behind her ear, his touch as delicate as he can muster. “Hey. Jam buds?”

“Jam buds,” she nods with a watery smile.

They sit in silence for about thirty seconds, allowing each others’ racing heartbeats to lull them to at least some form of camaraderie laden relief.

Or at least, they try to.

“My mom is not gonna be happy about this,” Connie says out of the blue, attaching words to the daunting thought they’re clearly both stewing over.

“If it’s positive,” he reminds her. “It’s still a big if.”

“But I’m right though. I was an underage accident, too, remember? I just—” her voice breaks as she chokes back what he fears might be an impending sob— “I know she wanted better for me. I don’t want to disappoint her, y’know?”

He risks a dry joke to lighten the mood.

“Well… at least if she’s mad, you have the excuse that it runs in the family to fall back on, right?”

“Oh, shut up, you,” she says with a half-hearted giggle, playfully shrugging him away.

They lapse into a peaceful quiet yet again.

He busies himself tracing abstract shapes against the knob of her shoulder, doing his best to help ground her amidst this unexpected squall in their relationship.

“How much time’s left?” she asks, her tone shrunken and nervous 

Steven glances over at her phone on the table. “Just a few more seconds.”

The timer goes off a mere cluster of heartbeats later.

Taking a deep breath as one committed unit, their hands inseparably intertwined, the two lean forward to investigate the pregnancy test together.

There’s only a single band visible in the results window, where the control should be.

Negative.

Steven lets out what’s quite possibly the biggest exhale of his full nineteen years.

Thank the stars.

That’s step one.

It’s still not a solid confirmation— not with this singular test taken so early into what she fears is a missed cycle— but it’s a start.

“What does it mean that a tiny part of me is kinda disappointed now…?” Connie asks him afterwards, sinking backwards into the couch’s soft embrace. 

“It means we’ll have to try again in a few years,” he says, giving the crown of her head a soft kiss. “When we’re actually ready.

_____

Connie tests again just a few hours later that morning. 

Then the next day.

And the next.

All negative.

Much to their relief, their one hundred percent conclusive answer comes on day three, when she calls him at the literal crack of dawn with immense excitement to report the belated start of her period.

Just to be extra sure, she makes a walk-in appointment at the university clinic to talk through the scare with one of their doctors on day four.

“It was that damn anxiety med I just started,” she relays to him over the phone later that evening. “I didn’t even think about it. Apparently medications that function as antidepressants run the risk of screwing up your cycle a bit. Thus, the delay.”

“Well, now we know for the future, yeah?” 

“Yeah,” she says with a faint chuckle. “That, and the importance of never using cheap free sample condoms. Ugh… I’m gonna be so paranoid about expiration dates, now.”

He frowns, rapping his fingertips against the arm of his desk chair.

“Hey, listen— don’t get all worked up over it, okay? Like you’ve said before, it takes two to tango. We never have to do anything you’re not explicitly comfortable with.”

“Yes, yes, you’re right,” she acquiesces. “Of course you’re right… Still, I guess the silver lining of all this is that now I know I actually want children someday.”

“Same,” he says, his chest fluttering with unquestionable affection. “Let’s get you through college first, though. Then we’ll talk.” 

Connie giggles, lively and free. The sound is spellbinding music to his ears.

“Sounds like a deal, Biscuit.”

[ifwebefriends]

Didn’t know it was narumitsu day today (apparently???) and instead of working on chapter 3 of my narumitsu fic I spent multiple hours working on a connverse oneshot instead guess I’m homophobic now damn

[nugatorysheep]

Wip Title Game

Tagged by @novantinuum

Rules: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs

I am not tagging 50 million people so @extranuts @flaretheskywing @dragonuva @roseetube post some WIP titles cowards

I have several docs that are just meant to be informative that I'm not listing because there's not much to talk about with them, and a TON of unfinished art that is like pre 2022 that will def not get done ever so its been yeeted into my Untouchables folder and also isn't listed here lmao

For convenience, I've taken out any duplicate files that are the same thing but in a different format

As you can see I have three brands of naming conventions for my files: Objective, Boring Name that just Is What It Is, Song Title and/or Lyric, and Shit Post Cause I Was Tired

Lord help me I have SO many WIPS

(Non-Informational) Writing Wips:

Bad End FOM Fic Beguiler of Wills Burning despair does ache Chapter 9: What does it matter how my heart breaks Drabbles Druidbreak Ficlet FOM WIP Doc Glimpses of life denial WIP IDK what to call this but yeah IEOE stuff idk Intermission XXX: Separate Ways Intermission XXX - Last moments of pure recall Intermission XXX - Look in my eyes she still holds the power Intermission XXX - The way ahead feels lonely Intermission XXX - Loss of want back there Pit AU - Editing Prism R&C Soundtrack Breakdown Six Forty Seven Slug it out Tell Me Something Good

Art Wips (I have a million of these):

[shoves hand in abdomen for the symbolism or some shit].clip ask.psd Axel Sketches.clip baneful bunker.png beat up boys.clip Beyond Bliss Gems Lineup.clip Bliss rose stuff for later.clip break the bank.clip chompers.png Connverse dump.clip Cupid dump.clip Druid x Sven x Sonny.clip Dryad sketches.clip EINF Steven.clip evil boi.clip evil leo doodles.clip Eye contact.clip Fab fly floret.clip failure 01.clip Frame of Mind Sketchbook.clip Fusion Chart.clip gay as fuck to be a test subject. what are you testing, your capacity for homosexual desires.clip (this is one long ass title lol) goober.clip Haven't you noticed I'm a star.clip He can say it cause i said so.clip he yeeteth and yoinknth away.clip HEARTBREAK SPINEL REF.clip homie rolled a nat one on genetics fr.clip HONEY REF.clip i am so fucking hungry bro imma make noodles 1.png (there's 4 it's a comic) I have made a new boy.clip Illustration (2).clip Illustration (3).clip Illustration.clip Illustration2 (2).clip Illustration2.clip Inner Demons.clip it triggered his flight or fight response.clip Karma Sketchbook.clip lazer_eyes-3A4E6.clip Lemme tell you what it's like to be a Zero.clip Loss Dot Jaypeg.png me.clip Mermay HB.clip mermay.clip MINOTUAR MAN.clip mirror_gem_designs.clip ML Stevonnie.clip munchmunch.clip Nova Artfight 2.clip Now that it's raining more than ever.clip old man lizard.clip oops all pain lol.clip open arms.clip Pasture crew.clip rare dizzy art.clip Real.mdp Ref wips.clip Sarkhan's Dragonfire.clip Save a horse ride a cowboy.clip Say that again i dare you.clip Screenshot 2023-09-23 001021.png Senkywenky.clip SFW Sketchbook.clip ShatteredStar.clip Show off those guns.clip Slugman the second coming.clip Snaps and snarls.clip so what's the point of holding tight onto my feet.clip Soap.clip some mtg quote.clip Space faggot.clip spongebob window meme.clip Starnheim_Unleashed.psd STEVEN ON LION.clip SU AU Battle Cuts.clip SUDF page redraw.clip Suneater.clip SUTREK.clip Take A Breath.clip Talking to Myself Redraw 1.clip (there are several of these it's a comic) THE SUN IS GETTING LOW.clip THERE IS NO MANA IN THIS AIR.clip they love each other.clip this was supposed to be shoes idk what happened.png Throwing boys at the wall to see what sticks.clip Tourmaline.clip Tower of boys.clip Trolls bullshit.clip tumblr bait purple rabbit man but the lame version [springtrap did it better].clip uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh shit idk.clip Union of Love.clip wahho.clip Welcome to the grid user.clip Welcome to the grid user.png Will you be satified.clip wip 02.clip You're MINE.clip zoo doodles.clip ZOOLOGY GEMS REF TWO.clip

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Adora's fascination with Carmen will... lead to something... right?

Crystal Gems Under Threat: V.I.L.E.'s Devious Plan and Adora's Unusual Fascination

This Teen and Up fan fic brings together characters from Steven Universe, Carmen Sandiego, and She-Ra and the Princesses of Power.  This story is part 10 of “An Unlikely Alliance Against Evildoers,” my multifaceted crossover fan fiction. For further reference, here is a map I created, all the locations used in this story appearing on there. Peridot’s name is abbreviated as Peri, apart from the first mention, to make her more personable.

See the master list for An Unlikely Alliance Against Evildoers here.

Friendships: Player and Carmen, Ivy and Zack, Amethyst and Steven, Garnet and Steven, Pearl and Steven, Amethyst and Peridot, Lapis and Steven, Amethyst & Garnet & Pearl & Steven

Romantic pairings: Ruby / Sapphire (Rupphire), Adora / Pearl (Peadora), Lapis / Peridot (Lapidot), Doug / Priyanka, George / Lance, Connie / Steven

Words: 6.0k

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/20991983

Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/1254820886-an-unlikely-alliance-of-evildoers-the-crystal-gems

Characters: Carmen Sandiego, Ivy, Player, Zack, Steven Universe, Connie, Amethyst, Pearl, Peridot, Lapis Lazuli, Adora, Silky Snapper, Dr. Gunnar Maelstrom, Garnet

Summary: Adora has returned to Earth with the Crystal Gems, adapting to her new home, letting go of the burden of being She-Ra, a role for which she was “chosen.” But, she and the Gems face a new challenge when a mysterious woman appears in Beach City demanding Steven come back to an island, and meet a 20-something international thief, who has a mission of her own. Can they all work together to face the common enemy of evil? Or will their personalities get in the way, causing disagreement and division? Only time will tell…

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ONE OF MY FAVE CONNVERSE FICS UPDATED. HELLO MY LONG TIME LOVER

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Talk Derby to Me (WIP)

A Steven Universe Roller Derby Fic

It’s been four years since Steven first left the comforts of Beach City to find himself on the road. During that time Connie had graduated from high school and was currently getting her undergraduate degree at the University of Jayhawk in Kansas. Steven loved their nightly FaceTimes and could listen to her talk all day. She’d only been at Jawhawk for a few weeks but she already seemed at home there. Steven was so excited, he and Connie had been planning when he could visit her ever since her semester started and today was the day and the weather couldn’t be more perfect for it! The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky.

“In five feet, turn right.” Steven’s phone GPS instructed. Excitement thrilled through him and butterflies fluttered in his chest as he turned into the parking lot in front of Connie’s on campus dorm. He parked his car and texted Connie.

Steven

I’m here!

Connie

Just head on up, I’m on the first floor dorm 137. I can’t wait to see you!

Steven slipped is phone into his pants pocket and made started the search for Connie’s dorm.

Finding Connie’s dorm was harder than he thought it be, the numbering system for the dorms didn’t make any sense and every time he thought he had it figured out it was a dead end! By the time he finally found it he was so relieved. He took a moment to collect himself, running his fingers through his brown curly hair and popping a mint into his mouth, before knocking on the door. He excitedly bounced on the balls of his feet as he waited for her to answer and fiddled with the buttons on the sleeve of his faded blue shirt. It had been so long since they last saw each other in person, what if she decides it isn’t working? What if after all their time apart she found someone else? What if- he was saved from his thoughts spiraling further by the door being opened.

“Connie-!” Steven yelled only to cut himself off when he realized it wasn’t Connie at the door but another girl with curly black hair, warm brown skin, dark brown eyes, and an eyebrow piercing wearing nothing but a towel with a loofah and a soap on a rope in her hands. Steven flushed and averted his gaze, uncomfortable. “Oh, sorry, I must have the wrong dorm I’m looking for my girlfriend, Connie?”

The girls eyes widened in surprise, “Oh my gosh you must be Steven! Connie talks about you all the time! Well, when she’s not studying that is. It’s so nice to meet you!”

The girl adjusted her towel and stuck a hand out for him to shake which he took hesitantly.

Connie’s voice called from inside the dorm, “Lottie, who’s at the door?”

Lottie called back in a sing-song voice over her shoulder, “It’s your boyfriend!”

“Steven? Then let him in!”

“Alright, alright.” Lottie stepped back and allowed Steven into their dorm. It was a small room with a bed pressed to each wall. It was easy to tell which one was Connie’s even without her sitting on it, her side of the dorm was clean and organized with a thoughtful splattering of person touches. The other half was chaotic and messy, it reminded him of Amethyst’s room back at the temple except with less garbage smell.

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I noticed you removed a post about your next fic, I hope everything’s alright!

Haha everything's alright! Sometimes I'll think out loud through text posts then delete them a few days later so they don't clog up my blog. Y'all will get more updates about my stories down the line. Currently, I'm drafting the first Connverse short in my new timeline.

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The boys and the girls are both about to make scenes wherever they're going😆

Mr: I hope my hair is ok.

Dan: You're good,Stev.Relax . Oh, just gotta text from Patcat, let's head out..

The Sequel to this picture

Both by @screwpinecaprice thanks agIn.

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Well it’s been ages since I wrote a Connverse fic (or even an SU fic in general!) and I wanted to do it again, so I hope you enjoy this little oneshot!

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BBB Butterfly is doing writing commissions

Hello Tumblr fam, friends and associates!

I am making my second attempt at writing commissions! Click the keep reading for all the details!

I'm making writing commissions for two reasons.

Reason #1: my uncle recently passed away and I'm learning as an adult how freaking expensive laying a person to rest is. He had life insurance, but it's not going to cover everything, especially the burial. And the remaining amount will be on my parents' shoulders since the rest of the family can't really help.

I just want to help my parents out in some ways, even if it's just using the money for everyday essentials in the house, like the bills or groceries.

Reason #2: I just finished my tutoring job for the school year. And I don't really plan to reapply for the next school year since it's a part time job and I need a full time budget to achieve my personal goals. Plus, I don't believe tutoring/teaching is for me. But even if I was to reapply, I will still be unemployed until the end of August. And the money I currently have isn't going to last forever.

My commissions are only fanfics this time, which I know will probably limit the amount of commissions I get. But I feel a little more comfortable writing fanfics at the moment than an original short story or poem.

The two fandoms I'm writing for are The Owl House and Steven Universe. I might add more fandoms to the list when I start writing more fics for different series.

What I'm willing to write: romance/romantic ships (happy ending or light angst) and non-romance fics (ex. a platonic or familial centered story)

Ratings: General Audiences to Teen (maybe Mature if it's an adult couple ship)

What I'm not comfortable writing: strong violence/death, explicit sex scenes (I will write suggestive and "fade to black" type of sex scenes but only for adult couple ships), no adult/minor ships

TOH ships I will not write: Luz/Hunter, Boscha/Willow, Amity/With a male character, Belos/With anybody

SU ships I will not write: Jasper/Lapis, Steven/Any of the gems

I may add other ships to the list depending on how (not) comfortable I feel about the idea of that particular ship.

Prices (may adjust at a later date):

1,000 words or less: $10

1,000 – 4,000: $15

4,000 + words: $20

$2 discount on my favorite ships (lumity, amillow, willuz, willumity, lapidot, connverse)

Payment source: Right now, PayPal, but I might use an alternative payment service like cash app or venmo later on.

It might take me some time to get started on these fics since there is a lot going on in my life right now. But I will get to them as soon as I can.

If you want to read my posted fics on AO3, here's the link:

Please send me a message if you are interested or have any questions! Again, please be patient with me since this is my second attempt.