#gem!nightlight

[nightlight-rising]

ive had this guy for a year but im considering selling him so i made this art

[warlordfelwinter]

there's really no purer comedy than fantasynamegenerators like i appreciate the person behind it more than anything but also for every good name i get i end up in tears over nine more

[thesupernaturalhouse]

Art pormpts!! Send me any prompts for the mama witch au, to write a drabble of or draw!

It can be a scene from the chapter or something in the Tumblr posts about the au, it can be a question, kr asking for an explanation, anything really

Honestly, I'm just bored and wanna talk about the au

[ask-whitepearl-and-steven]

So, White Steven, unlike the original, is pretty balanced with his abilities. Classic Steven had sooo many powers.

So if you had to choose the same amount of unique abilites that you gave to your Steven, what abilites would you conserve?

Well, alright, let's get into this.

Currently, WD!Steven has displayed the following Standard Gem powers:

bubbling other gems

using warp pad

summoning weapon

shapeshifting

Excluding these, we can deduce he has the following Unique Abilities:

glowing like a nightlight

TrueSight (seeing a gem's intended or desired form)

Power Word Poof (poofing blast from end of season 3)

Geas (limited control over a gem's actions, without compromising their overall personality)

electromagnetic telekinesis (controlling tech)

STILL TECHNICALLY A SPOILER

SPOILER

Canon Steven, at the end of Future, had the following:

healing

phytokinesis (plant control)

stronk (arguably a general gem ability)

bubble shield (debatable, this may be a variant manifestation of his gem weapon)

Dream Communication with gems

Floating/Doublejump

Angry Blast (as per Pink Pearl's wall-shattering yell)

Superspeed (activated in Future when Smokey fuses)

So TEEECHNICALLY speaking they have a pretty equivalent amount of powers.

The reason Steven feels OP is because a lot of his powers are... Extreme. He doesn't only heal, he heals OBJECTS as well as people. He doesn't only control plants, he gives them sentience.

His powers actually make sense, and I think the only thing I would ostensibly change about him is his doublejump/flying ability and his superspeed.

Not because they're OP, but because he doesn't really... need them? And they don't tell us anything about his overall character.

Then again, I love the fact that Rose floated, and it could be explained away by the fact that gems naturally need to be able to adjust to any planetoid's surface gravity - and Pink may well have figured out a silly way to disrupt that natural rubber-band effect in order to goof off by floating.

The superspeed also seemed a bit overkill, but maybe that's just me. Afterall, Future was all about Steven pushing himself to his limits. Maybe that was really what was happening, and not a new burgeoning power.

[love-takes-work]

Reposting my old Sleeping Gems drawings, now including Bismuth

These are drawn on marker paper featuring various gray shades of Copic Marker

Descriptions follow:

Picture 1: Amethyst and Steven sleeping. They have both fallen asleep on a messy floor with activities scattered around them. Amethyst is on her back wearing a star-printed tank top, drawstring sweatpants, and socks, while Steven fell asleep in his jeans and tee shirt. He holds a fistful of her long hair in his sleep.

Picture 2: Garnet and Steven sleeping. Garnet wears sleep boxers, a short-sleeved shirt, and socks, and has her visor off. Steven, in two-piece pajamas, is sprawled across Garnet's arm but tucked into her body protectively.

Picture 3: Pearl and Steven sleeping. Pearl wears her typical tunic-and-shorts outfit and Steven is in two-piece pajamas. Steven sleeps sitting up cuddled in Pearl's lap, and a light beams from Pearl's Gem on her forehead like a nightlight.

Picture 4: Ruby and Steven sleeping. Ruby wears her usual sleeveless top and shorts, while Steven is in two-piece pajamas. They sleep on their backs, with Ruby's head at Steven's feet.

Picture 5: Sapphire and Steven sleeping. Sapphire wears her usual puffed-sleeve dress and leans on many pillows, with Steven wrapped in blankets with his head on her lap. Her hands protect his head.

Picture 6: Peridot and Steven sleeping. Steven wears a pajama shirt with a collar and Peridot is in alien-printed PJs. They sleep straight up and down next to each other with their heads on pillows, with a Cookie Cat alarm clock between them, under the same blanket but not touching.

Picture 7: Lapis Lazuli and Steven sleeping. They are in Lapis's hammock, with Lapis on her back and Steven curled on top of her like a baby with her arms protecting him. She wears her usual two-piece dress while Steven is in two-piece pajamas.

Picture 8: Bismuth and Steven sleeping. They lie on a messy floor surrounded by various weapon-planning projects. Bismuth is on her back and Steven is sleeping on top of her stomach. Bismuth wears a tank top and star-printed pants, while Steven wears his PJs.

Picture 9: Steven sleeps covered with a blanket on his downstairs couch, pictured with the portrait of his mother, Rose Quartz, in the background.

[leucisticpuffin]

On a summer evening in Rivendell, Elrond's little family are busy designing a sensory-play room for the twins. (If Elrond ends up hiding in there too after stressful councils, no one's going to say anything.)

For Day 5 of @elrondweek (a little late because of absent-mindedness...) Please click on it to see all the details!!

A lot of research went into this painting (and a lot of thought about how you'd crease a multisensory environment in a fantasy world with no electricity for pretty lights and bubble lamps) so here are some notes and headcanons:

Lighting: A number of elves who studied under Feanor later lived in Middle-earth (especially Eregion) and continued making crystal lamps and light-altering gemstones. The crystals in the small jar are a kind which glows for several hours after being “charged” with sunlight. They are used for decoration and in situations where a flame would be impractical or dangerous, e.g. a child-safe nightlight. 

Light projection jars: Glass jars decorated with colours and patterns. When a light crystal is placed in the jar, the colours are projected across the floor or wall. (Elladan and Elrohir are still a little young to be trusted with heavy glass jars, so for now these will be kept in a locked chest and used with adult supervision). 

Fabrics: Samples of cloth with lots of interesting colours and textures for the kids to choose from. Some (like the star cloth Elrohir is admiring) will be draped from the walls or ceiling of the sensory room to create a dark, cosy environment, and others made into blankets, cushions, etc. 

Star cloth: Cloth embroidered with tiny, faintly-glowing gems, resembling the night sky. First created in Valinor by a member of the textiles guild, it was popular among older elves who wanted to remember the skies of Middle-earth. It was expensive and difficult to make, and fell out of fashion when the Noldor left Valinor. The craft was revived in second-age Eregion, and easier methods of making it were developed. 

Toys: Elladan is playing with a painted wooden rain-shaker. Other sensory toys pictured include a colourful spinning top and a set of tactile wooden balls. They’re gathering a collection to keep in the boys’ toy-chest. Elrohir prefers the tactile objects, while Elladan likes any toy that makes a noise.

Room decor: Inspired by Art Nouveau aesthetics. The rug is based on an antique Donegal carpet, and the wallpaper on Arts and Crafts designs. 

Clothing: Inspired by paintings and antique garments: the twins and Celebrian are (loosely) based on paintings by John Singer Sargent and Henry Arnould Olivier, while Elrond’s robes are based on a 1905 House of Worth tea gown.

There are a number of flowers and plants in this painting; their meanings in flower language are as such: 

Bonsai pear tree: comfort

Irises (in the stained-glass window): wisdom

A vase of white lilacs: joy of youth, youthful innocence

Traveller’s joy (in the patterned wallpaper): safety

Primroses (Elladan’s hairpin and the embroidery on the twins’ dresses): early youth

Daisies (Elrohir’s shoes): innocence

Forget-me-nots (Celebrian’s dress): true love

Lily-of-the-valley (Elrond’s hairpin): sweetness, return of happiness

[darksilvania]

LEUCEPHONE [Leucos (White in greek) + Persephone] Fairy/Psychic The Fallen Star Pokemon Abilities: Bioluminescent* - Dazzling (HA) Dex: "It is believed this pokemon fell from the sky in a wishing star long ago, crashing into the ocean where it now resides. It can produce and manipulate light at will, making it as soft as a nightlight or as intense as a Star, it can even produce light waves not visible by the human eye." Moveset: -Brightest Light: >Fairy Type / Pwr 130 / Acc 90 / PP 5 "The user strikes its opponent with a flash of intense blinding light" >Dark and Ghost type moves cant be used after this move -Dazzling Gleam -Lumina Crash -Moonlight

*This pokemon light-based moves become fairy-type and get a power boost

MELANADES [Melanos (Black in greek) + Hades] Dark/Psychic The Abyssal Pokemon Abilities: Light Absortion** - Pressure (HA) Dex: "It is believed this pokemon came from the stars centuries ago and made its home in the deep ocean, as it resembles outer space. The glowing orb on the tip of its lure can produce light to navigate in the abyss, but it can also absorb any light around it, creating an intense darkness akin to the void of space." Moveset: -Deepest Dark: >Dark type / Pwr 130 / Acc 90 / PP 5 "The user strikes its opponent with a wave of opressive darkness" >The opponent can use light based moves after being hit by this move -Psyshock -Dark Pulse -Gravity

**This pokemon absorbs any light based move and increase its Sp. Attack

Light based moves:

Aurora Beam

Aurora Veil

Brightest Light

Dazzling Gleam

Doom Desire

Flash

Flash Cannon

Hyper Beam

Judgement

Light of Ruin

Light Screen

Light that burns the sky

Lumina Crash

Luster Purge

Meteor Beam

Moonblast

Moonlight

Morning Sun

Photon Geyser

Power Gem

Prismatic Laser

Reflect

Signal Beam

Solar Beam

Solar Blade

Spotlight

Tail glow

Technoblast

Twin Beam

After you have captured one of each Underground Lake Pokemon and take them to the research center, you will be able to go looking for this 2, a couple of alien pokemon who now live deep under the sea

LEUCEPHONE is based on Barreleyes (Macropinna)

MELANADES is based on Black Seadevils (Melanocetus)

Their names are a reference to Persephone and Hades, gods of the underworld in greek mythology

They are also inspired by USOs (Unidentified Submerged Objects) and deep sea aliens

[jeypawlik]

Swim On 10

The pieces I did for the last Swim On zine, which you can still support! It was such a tough decision to stop Swim On after this but it's gotten so much bigger than I ever expected and I just don't have enough time anymore to put into it. I may come back to it at some point, but for now 10 volumes was a good place to say goodbye! [Image ID: Cover image of Swim On, Blue Planet. A whale shark swims through the ocean being followed by a school of fish. The text "A shark zine for charity edited by Jey Pawlik" at the bottom. Illustration of a necklace carpet shark seen from above, it's curled up in a circle sitting over a hoard of treasure like gems, coins, pearls, and a sword. Comic about Swell Sharks. Panel one, a sign that reads "Shark PCA" with two swell sharks next to it nuzzling each other. Narration reads "Looking for a new best friend? We have a great selection of Swell Sharks!" Panels three to five are all circular, in a row, and showing the Swell Shark glowing in the dark. Narration reads "They glow in the dark! Great for: Raves, Nightlights, The Abyssal Plane!" Panel six, narration reads "They inflate!" and we see the Swell shark sitting on top of the water all puffed up and smiling. Text reads "Have a pool party!" Panel seven, a Swell shark wearing a dog collar and barking. Text reads "Impress your friends with their ability to bark!" Panel eight, a Swell shark smiling against a retro styled background with 90s triangles around it. Narration reads "These sharks are swell!" /end ID]

[court-jobi]

Settle, Riot

((banner by me! I don't own Horikoshi's work/characters))

Pairing: Kirishima x reader (pro-hero!reader, afab pronouns used)

Words: 4.7k (wow im sorry this got away from me)

Rating: T

Warnings: best friends to lovers, pining, talks of moving, straight FLUFF, beach walkin', soft talkin' Kiri, insecure!Kiri makes a brief appearance, mild quirk issues, (light innuendos if you squint)

Summary:

"Who says it's a chick-flick thing? Long walks on the beach are manly, too!" You're both out of your school years and getting your feet wet in every way~ both in your respective hero careers and on the coast of the United States' Gulf Coast. A constant in each other's orbit for the last three years. Only Kirishima hasn't been entirely honest regarding how he feels about you... so he's hoping he can steel his nerves long enough to tell you properly. If only his dang hardening would settle down.

A/N: my take on a beach episode, because everyone needs a night beachwalk at least once in their life-- including pro-heroes!

For my My Hero Academia Masterlist, check it out here!

Read on Ao3

"Mmmmm... doesn’t the air smell good?"

The young Pro Hero sticks out his tongue as if testing for summertime snowflakes.

"Pretty salty," Kirishima shares in reflection.

As you fit him with the strangest look, he finds the tenth reason today that you’re the cutest thing on earth; like you didn’t know salt had a smell. Shows that you grew up on the shoreline and have become truly noseblind. The redhead sways into your side as you walked, making light of your confusion,  

"--in a good way! It's really fresh, like the air is always moving, like the water is~"

Kirishima hadn't been to the beach much growing up. With the exception of rec days in middle schools and the occasional service day at UA, he had never stayed on a beach property for a pleasure trip and shared this excitement with you when you landed. Then again, Mustafu’s beaches were nothing like the Gulf of Mexico... the waves crash in all shades of turquoise in sunlight, then in shimmering silver foam in moonlight. The sand likened to fluffy mounds of sugar softness versus the packed, grayish sleet back home. 

Every step is heavenly by the water’s edge– just warm enough for starlit walks. The company he kept wasn’t bad either... at least by his liking. Kirishima glances every now and then to you at his right, not that you noticed in the peace of the night waning on around you.

You’d shrugged on a giant jersey atop what you wore to the beach after the afternoon activities and cookout. While you’d let Ochako brush most of your hair out of the way into twin braids, the rest stayed free in a ponytail to whip around behind you in the breeze. You’d also been absent minded about keeping your studs in, right alongside Kaminari and Bakugou even though all the rest of the girls had taken off jewelry. Sure you knew better, after so many years living here– but you’d rushed right into getting changed so you could enjoy the Gulf at its warmest. Those gems shimmered in the moonlight’s glow, too; just as it highlighted the high points of your cheeks. 

Kirishima catches himself staring at the entire length of you, honestly… He can see those swim shorts peeking when the wind whips your front flap open, and he could barely fight the teenage thrill of seeing bits of normally hidden skin when the air carried it up every now and again.

You’d gained a glow here, too. You tanned remarkably well while most of his classmates burned due to their paler skin profiles. Bakugou wore his sunburn as a badge of honor– snorted at the point of using sunscreen. 

He smirked at that memory when he pondered all the sweet, light moments of the day before setting his sights to his companion again. Simply beautiful, and then that sinking wistfulness came over him again.

You certainly had been bugging Kirishima - ‘Kiri-honey’, as you’ve called him for years- to take him out for a walk to see the stars when all the nightlights are off. When the group would hear about this plan, the throng of your teammates would intervene and it would turn into something of a party that inevitably led you back to the beach bar– and the chance of any one-on-one time was gone in lieu of tight friendship. 

But tonight, you fired up the VR setup in a preemptive move. Testing the competitive nature of a prickly and equally sunburnt Kaminari, you threw the lure that he should try his hand at beating your previously set high score while he lets the aloe soak in– who readily took the bait while you took Kirishima’s hand and snuck out the back door. 

Now down from the main house where the ambient noise of lapping waves created the most gorgeous atmosphere, Kirishima could barely believe his luck and favor.

Wayyy outta my League. Then again, here we are. Third night in a row, been askin’ to do this... why me?

"Y’know if All-Might were here,” you chimed up, pointing somewhere off and to the left of your current path on the beach, “--he could pick ya up, and make a jump about two hundred and eighty-something kilometers… thataway, and land right at the front door of the house I lived in growing up! Not too far to make a day trip. We did those a lot when I was young."

"Really? That's not bad– having this view whenever you wanted?” Kirishima fantasizes more about having this mild weather on a regular basis.

It would only rain in little pockets, then clear up. Maybe a sun shower, then a long stretch of rainbowy skies. Nice for cooling things off in the heat of the day, but you quickly warn him of the double-edged sword of summer showers: in the hit of peak vacation season, that rain would quickly turn to steam, and make things unbearably muggy. Not great, if you didn’t have the tolerance for the back and forth of sinus pressure.

"We really are lucky it's not hurricane season, coming to visit this month. Storms are hit or miss in the fall,” you  chuckle out of familiarity. “From the sounds of it, the whole county has been really lucky on that front since I’ve been overseas. It’s good to see the dunes this healthy~”

Neither of you appear to notice how your voices got softer the more you two chatted away, and… was he drifting closer, or were you?

The temp sits at a nice breeze that cuts the humidity, yet Kirishima still wants all too badly to sneak a side hug like he might normally as you walk. But here, solo by your side for the first time this trip and without the excuse of an early winter cold keeping you wedged close to him, the redhead kept his hands in his pockets and heart bleeding... 

A manifestation of his internal stress gauge, Kirishima felt his ab muscles harden slightly- a defensive barrier when he was particularly caught in his feelings. He hadn’t done this sort of tic since high school, and cleared his throat to try and will his quirk to relax already.

"So, was thinkin’ earlier by the way,” the Pro Hero fired up a switch in the conversation, as if he remembered something randomly, “you've been at the agency for the last three years– work anniversary coming up, yeah?”

You appear surprised by his memory, and smile at it: “That’s right!~ Hard to believe, time flies doesn't it?”

“Sure does. Figured, since you’d said you were happy to see some places in town were still open- time flies and all. When was the last time you were here? In Florida, I mean."

The way he must have said the name of the state in a warped English accent made you smile, but you pushed on with hands in your own pockets. 

"Hmmm... I came last right before I took the job in New York, and that was a couple years after I graduated college, so -- wow, almost nine-ish years? Feels like a lifetime ago…"

You talk and twirl around in lazy circles, taking in your surroundings, celebrating your return with his warm chuckles in response to your dance.

"I bet…"

Three years with you in his life. Three years starting off his Pro Hero career with encouragement and motivation that most wait a whole lifetime to reach. With you at his side manning patrols together, you made the work bearable. Three years that feel like ten or more, given what fast friends you became from the day you met. 

You could have excused it, the tight bond. You could merely claim that he looked like a friendly face or that he was the tallest guy in the room and easy to pick out of a crowd to ask a question… but by your repeated saving him a seat at every function and looking to him at every news development, the camaraderie he felt with you was seeping past that of teammate-to-teammate– and into something more. 

It’s been three years, and you warm him from the ground up. He hasn’t been manly enough to ask you out on a date, but feels he might as well be married to you in his mind. You hold a spot that’s tender and always soft, and never stop short of admiring his strength. It does him a wealth of good, and never wants that to end. 

That's the handle you have on his inner man: you can pump Red Riot up as the biggest badass in the world, then turn Eijirou into a wonderful, pile of mush.

"...what's that look for?"

Shoot, he’s in his daze again, but recovers well with a sharky-grinned sidebar. 

"Oh, I'was just thinkin’...”

“Awful quiet, for such ‘big thinking’ again,” you whispered, “C’mon, it's me. What's up?”

Coming up with the plan for an extended getaway was his idea, and you ran with it. Sure, your close knit group of friends made the trip complete, but it was you that he’d follow to the other side of the world. You could have suggested a staycation down the street in a rental condo, and he’d take it. Whatever brings him closest to your orbit.

But watching you soak in everything about this city gave him some second thoughts about where you considered home.

“You took us over to that Emergency Response division, over with the Disaster Relief Center we visited.” 

“Mhm? What about it?”

“Were you-... gonna apply?”

He means to avoid you entirely- just walk along and keep things light. But his head made the mistake of turning quick into the wind to find you gawking at him. More humored, than anything else! 

“What?! What makes you think I'm moving back here for that??”

His ease lessened slightly by your disbelief, Kirishima explains himself,

“I heard you talking with Riyukyu about your term with the detective bureau being up, or something! And I haven't heard what your plans are, so I was just wondering if you were- I dunno- lookin’ elsewhere."

Your smile faltered a bit. 

“You don't think that I wouldn't have mentioned something big like that? Me planning to go back across the world- without telling you?”

“I mean… I’d hope you would. But I didn't even know about the teaching gig until recently.”

By the meaningful look across your face, Kirishima thinks he might have stumped you with this one. So, you answered with a better collected breath and slowed your pace, more in line with his.

"Ah, that. Well, I was originally contracted for the intern reviews- back during your last year at Rocklock’s agency, where we overlapped there a bit. That grew into being on call for missions, then signing on for the patrol rotation.”

That arrangement slipped when you collected your paycheck a few weeks ago. A note fell out of the envelope -quickly caught by Kirishima in a polite gesture- explaining in full why your schedule was always so tight in your arrivals and departures: because you were teaching on the side. It was a notice that the exam observations were going to be pushed another week and while he didnt mean to look, your tense of guilt told Kirishima that there was plenty more about you that he wasn’t necessarily privy to… no matter how much he wished to be.

“--and with you all settling into the new team, the timings just worked out perfectly, y'know?  I’ll have finished my dissertation on my whole class’ progress, and all their externships–”

Kirishima’s spirit deflated. Still, you continued on and made an effort for him to look at you again, by switching to walk backwards and bring his eyes up–

“That particular assignment will be done, yes. But, I still have my job with Riukyu; she's offered me a full time spot starting after festival week! I'm trialing the position now– while my hours are fewer with the school and I'm spending less time writing.”

And with that- the dumbbell in his gut lifted: chucked clear across the beach.

You smiled, gorgeous sight for sore eyes, 

“So~ nothing will change that much, babe. I'll still be around. This is nice to visit where I can always call home, but… it's not where I consider home now."

Kirishima’s whole demeanor animated again with a sigh, 

"Oh! Good!"

Your eyebrow quirks up at his relief.

"I-I mean, that's great- you're staying with the team!! I guess that means we'll keep seeing more of each other~”

Another flip in the voice he didn't catch in time, and regretted; for your eyes scan his chest with an amused smirk and knowing bat of the eyes. 

“And here I thought showing this much leg was a little risky…” you quip. “You want more?”

Kirishima’s face could turn as red as his hair in a heartbeat with you talking with that.

He's really gotta quit with the friendly flirting, or else you'll think he's messing with you. 

"W-wait, that sounded wrong too! I- aghhhh, that–"

You burst into giggles then and come in close to hold onto his forearms, 

"Kiri-honey, I'm teasing you! I know what you meant. And--" 

-your eyes froze on your hold of his arms and let go with a little thumb swipe –something sweet that valued careful care of him– 

"and.. I'm glad you'll be around too. You're in the top ten, and it's good to know I'll have a familiar face when I start up full time~”

"Really? Me?"

"Yeah, you!" You bump him and turn to keep walking a bit in front, "Fresh residency, your own PR manager, and y’got five televised wins under your belt? You'll give my rookies a run for their money~”

Ever the humble hero, Kirishima rubs his neck; but your praise was working bit by bit to make him accept the high points of his pro-hero status, big and small.

"Heh, well~ I have had good mentors, and I'm living the dream working with my best friends. I've been really lucky to have gotten on-the-job training ahead of most pro-heroes comin’ up on the charts, just like you.”

You huff in good spirits, but retain your self-deprecating humor, 

“I only did that by working myself into an early grave in college; you are still lightyears ahead of me in field work!”

“But I'm nowhere near as good as you at reporting the Villain Encounter stuff- hell, no one here is!”

You hush him immediately, “Psssh you flatter me, hun.”

Hun… I like that. 

“It's true–you came in with a bigger resume than I did- that we all did,” Kirishima gave you an award winning grin, “that means you're as good as the seasoned pros! Plus now you have the immigration status to match! Learnin’ new tricks all the time, too~”

Just the sight of you effortlessly comfortable around him has Kirishima breaking down a subconscious defense: something he chips away at internally as he’s trying his hardest to make you see yourself the way he sees you.

Meaningful as he is, you chose ‘play’,

 "Oh, I’m an old dog, am I?- I'm not THAT sage, Kiri."

-but he could ‘play’ too.

“ ‘Course you're not…. sensei.”

“Okay,” you give the threat right back defensively, “Just because one kid mistook me for Eraserhead-”

“You were the one who thought the all-black ensemble was a good look!”

“Oh, so it wasn’t a good look?”

As you slyly roll your eyes and face him, the redhead could feel his chest and neck start to harden, too. 

“Of course it was a good look; it was on you.”

“But it made me look ‘old’~”

“I would never call you old! It’s unmanly!” Kirishima feigns submission.

You huff as if offended, but he knows better, 

“Well you don’t seem to be calling me a ‘spring chicken’ either.” 

“Cuz you’re not- not in a ‘kid’ way!” Kirishima stands his ground solidly in some lapping waves. “You’re – on the next level, you’re experienced, you’re-” 

A cloud passes in front of the moon, revealing full light across your skin yet again.

– something about it lets him summon the confidence he needed to be himself: let his passions lead, get over these one-sided pinings, tell you just how much he would do anything to buoy your spirits, as you do his.

"I’m what, spry?-"

"-beautiful."

The mere word from his chest causes his throat to fully seize. Swallowing sounds like the cracking of knuckles.

Suddenly, you read into his hardened state, taking stock of him in this solid stretch of light–

"I, uh--" Kirishima rubbed his neck- an attempt to turn it off. Confession time is then.

That look on your face– it brightens– interest highlighted by the moon’s rays, 

"I'm what?"

Kirishima sunk into a needy expression, his mind unable to stop the stream of thoughts surrounding you as they always run across his head like a breaking news scroll. 

"I've always thought that you were beautiful,” Kirishima shares softly, “-just never said it. Not very manly, huh?" 

He firms up his wavering lips to meet your eyes, and sees nothing but your adoring features: surprised, but hanging on his words. This probably did seem out of left field, but his home plate screams for you to understand exactly how he feels.

"But not just your age- or looks, or any of that! You're amazing. And talented, and hilarious, and the best cook I’ve EVER seen! You care about all of us, but more than that, you've been there for me, when it just felt like ‘me, against the world’.”

When Kirishima was filling out all those applications, when he didn't know what to do, you didn't give up on him. You supported him at every stepping stone of his active duty, even if it meant you two splitting up into different agencies. When the time came that your paths had crossed again, he couldn’t have been happier, but your constancy had remained even in your professional separation. That loyalty was something he’d never once forgotten. 

Post-War Japan brought about a different hero climate, so finding his footing came about differently from what he’d imagined his career to be. But you brought new perspectives, new angles, and you never once showed fear of his power -going berserk- and instead encouraged him to lean into his boldness of body and take that approach to his mind. Train it into resolve and self-confidence. It is why he’s -in part- so grateful to have found his partners in crime-fighting in his band of alumni. Having people around who understand his shortcomings means the world to him. 

They were a faithful bunch… and so it seems, are you. You were, from day one of you arriving to Mustafu. His angel with your heart on your sleeve, a sparkle in your eye, and a never-ending supply of laughs that make his life brighter.

To say nothing that you’re stunning. Every inch of you: whether you’re bathed in moonlight or armored up and ready to take on the world… Kirishima finds you effortlessly beautiful, and it’s pained him to only compliment you in the friendliest manner up to this point. But no more.

Naturally, he wants terribly to say this all to you- but for the sake of utterly word vomiting, he keeps his lungs from pouring everything out in one fell swoop.

“...you’re my ray of sunshine when I need it, even when I don't think I deserve it."

Without breaking his focus, you blindly reach for his hands knowing exactly where they hide in his hoodie pockets. You coax them out, tips of your fingers trailing from his wrists down to those open palms. He flits his gaze down and sees your hold, opening up his rock-hard joints firmly with determined fingers. Surely you could feel the tension that had sturdied up his arms– the thought that might have made him cringe as a teenager- but you're unphased… and stepping closer. 

He flashes that million dollar smile into a nervous chuckle, 

"You've encouraged me every step of the way through the last three years, sweetheart. And I can’t thank you enough... and I've really liked getting to know you, too, and I just dunno if ‘liking’ is gonna cut it anymore. ‘Specially now, I’m lookin’ at you every chance I get... is it totally stupid of me to think that all I want is to be able to do.. is.."

"To what?" The squeeze on his hand urged him on- staring at your gentle hands.

"Call you mine?"

Letting a wave mask your heft of breath, you gawk up at him- 

".. really? You're not kidding??" you ask twice, flutter in your voice present both times.

He nods when meets your eyes again, and lifts when you look so elated.

"No, I'm not kidding. I want to call you mine and be yours. And as pretty as it is here, I really don’t wanna think about you movin’ back to this place.." 

Kirishima can’t believe your borderline teary reaction, having the strongest urge to hold you closer– but at that statement, you did it for him: 

You launch into Kirishima’s standing rooted to the spot in sinking sand. With arms thrown over his shoulders, you plant a big kiss right on his hot, blushing cheek. The warm touch sends shivers through him; combined with the cool breeze surrounding you, the sensation is mind-blowing- all from one kiss. Brain catching up, his hands find your waist at a lag– but not too tightly.

“You have-” you catch your breath- “no idea how long I've wanted you to say that!"

"For real??"

“You are my best friend, Kirishima– how could I not be happy to hear this??”

“Then why didn’t YOU say something??”

“CUZ I WANTED YOU TO HAVE THE MANLY MOMENT!”

“YOU WOULDA BEEN MANLY TOO!!”

You’re both hysterically laughing at this point, the lightest Kirishima has felt all trip. Thankfully, you finally straighten up, and give him the answer he wants, 

"I'd like that too, Kiri. With you."

He burst into happy laughter with this weight off his chest. Immediately, he finds his energy renewed tenfold and hikes you up with complete ease, swinging you around the compacted sand with little care to how unbalanced he is. Sea legs, anchored by newly unbridled love. 

Your combined joy settles down when he sets you on your feet and he just looks into those angel eyes with complete rapture. Finally, his palms find your cheeks, and he’s happy he can actually feel the tender skin beneath them. You bring yours to his wrists to keep him there, while he savors the touch he has again.

All tension finally falls away from his body- as if your barely amorous touch was enough to remove his quirk completely. Sensing his visible relief, you'd swipe your hands down from his arms to around his middle. It's not till you smile against his almost-kiss that you reveal your magic once again.

You pat his sides with the barest touch underneath his sweatshirt, on a hunt for skin– trained up and firm, but no longer battle-ready.

“Hmmm.. that's better, Riot.” 

Nothing keeps Kirishima from fulfilling his fantasy now.

"Can I kiss you?"

"Please."

One hour. You made it one hour in bed before you’re hopping out of it again: high on life with your Kiri on the mind, and the rush of your first makeout on the beach still buzzing on your lips.

You lightly step down the hall, tossing on that Fatgum hoodie he’d almost stolen from you completely and checks in on the cracked rooms, totally forgetting which one he was in. Ultimately, in the living room, you look in on the last possible place down in the open office where you’d last given him a sweet hug  before retreating to bed… only to find your young cousins scattered into their sleeping arrangement with no sight of Kirishima buried in the cuddle pile. Off to the kitchen, you tiptoes around, seeking out the only one who can give you a bonus kiss goodnight.

Nabbing a water from the fridge, you opted to look out across the calm, quiet patio until you could settle your barely sleepy self after the night’s developments. Surely your love for Kirishima wasn’t rocking your world that hard that you couldn’t sleep. You’d loved him for the better part of the last three years anyway. You’re just happy those long, friendly embraces he gives could be more easily explained to your friends now; not simply your ‘adorably protective best friend who you’d move heaven and earth for if he asked’. 

The glow of your phone lighting up your face as you scroll mindlessly, you’re surprised to see a header notification from that bright-eyed icon.

Kiri-honey: Need a water, baby? ♥️

Moments after Kirishima sent you the message, you turned back toward the house- sights up and exploring. Hiding a clear smile behind the phone you have propped up, you’re trying  to look for him in the shadowed interior of the house with a critical eye. From the bluelight that shrunk your eyesight, you can't find him properly, and text him so,

got one, but I’m missing something else~ c’mon out here

So out he goes through the sliding door around the corner- the noise shooting your gaze to the right spooking you into a laugh.

“Oh shit!” Kirishima hushed as he brought the door to a gentle close, “Didn’t mean to scare ya!”

Forgetting that there was a side entrance from the kitchen, you settled with all forgiven.

"Just got up and wanted to see the water– Pppppth"

The night wind conveniently blows your hair all up and over your face, so Kirishima naturally comes to your aid and relieves you, generously helping brush some pieces back with ultimate chivalry.

"So why are you up, Mister Loverboy? Forget your drink again?" you sneak his chosen bag of midnight snacking with no resistance.

He’ll eat up any tease you have and give you anything you want– from now on. 

"You know it~ ‘Why’re you up’ is the question, Miss Ladylove.”

“Hmm... wasn’t sleepy much. Guess I was kinda restless." 

You’re leaning gorgeously back onto the railing, and taking him with you– ‘restless’ nature on full display given the bat of your eyes.

Kirishima smiles right back at you sweetly, spreading wide like a starfish with his stolen blanket to welcome you in. Naturally, you have pep in your step as you fall right into him.

"Want some company?" he asks the resting place he’s taken on your head. 

You answer from your cozy spot under his chin, "Always. You're not tired?"

“Nah.”

With you comfortably taking up space, keeping him warm, Kirishima truly doesn’t appear to need sleep yet. If it were up to you, you’d have him spooned up on the couch over sleeping in a queen-sized bed alone. 

“Kinda glad you came out here though~” you chip your chin up on his chest, catching his eyes and admiring that small scar breaking the skin of his brow, “Wanted to ask what Bakugou said.”

Kirishima snickers, making his whole chest shake. Remembering how the blondie had responded when told about the two of you becoming official had him giddy, and pleased you to no end.

“Denks owes him three hundred. Clocked it that I’d ‘get hard’, but I’d still get the girl.”

You hack on your own spit and hug Kirishima tightly through his own laughter.

“Could he not have chosen any other wording for that?!” you whisper scream for the benefit of those trying to sleep in the house.

“I mean, he wasn’t wrong! N’ I’m not complaining…” Happy to a fault, Kirishima simply shrugged and gave your forehead a little kiss. 

You can see it in his eyes; nothing’s really changed between you- things are just softer. More open. Less strained under the pressure that you’re ‘just friends’ and have the freedom to enjoy each other to the fullest. 

In his worry that you’d entertain the thought of leaving Japan, it all but confirmed to you that he wasn’t planning to do the same, either– so your stars were destined to be aligned. The waves will recede again in the morning, and you’ll be heading back to Japan soon to its neon light pollution, but you’ll know the stars are here, whenever you want to bring back your hero to visit.

Maybe you’ll convince him to elope here in the same manly fashion that he asked you to be his girlfriend tonight. 

[mintharabaenrelore]

Minthara's Tent

Today, we're overanalyzing Minthara's tent in camp.

"It does not compare with the comforts of home, but your camp is almost palatial in comparison to my previous accommodation."- Minthara upon being recruited

Description:

Minthara's tent looks gray and bluish-purple to me, but it depends on the lighting. There are four gold stripes in total. There is a carpet beneath, which has the same color scheme. Either side of the tent is very different. There is another smaller rug, this one circular but with the same color scheme, on the left side. Small mushrooms are strung outside the tent, perhaps to make the tent smell like home, while others rest on the left side.

Possessions:

Hammock- Minthara is the only companion who has a hammock within her tent, aside from possibly Halsin. (He no longer has a tent when she is recruited, hence why I couldn't check.) It looks like spider silk to me, and that aligns with Minthara's preferences.

Bedroll- She has a bedroll beside the hammock- which seems pointless to me, but who am I to judge? Maybe Scratch secretly sleeps in her tent. The description is as follows: "The thick fur lining of this traveler's bedding is lightly stained with dirt.

*Minthara, on her first night at camp, tells the PC she won't sleep until she feels safe, so she might use a hammock because she can stand up faster if threatened.

Wooden Box- The wooden box contains the "Glowing Blue Gem".

Glowing Blue Gem- This is within the wooden box. The Underdark is known for containing luminous rocks, so I assume this is from the Underdark; however, I couldn't identify what it is. The closest I could find is Laculite, crystals formed in the subterranean lakes and water pools of the Underdark. That is slightly too green, though.

Bone Torch- She has a torch made of bones, which brings to mind the goblin camp.

Glowing Bulb- A glowing bulb serves as a second torch on the opposite side of her tent.

Pillows- She has 2 pillows, one beside her hammock and the other just outside her tent. Both look purplish gray to me.

Wooden Bowl- She has a wooden bowl, and the description is as follows: "Lumps of a sticky black substance line the inside of this plain bowl."

Rotting Basket- She has a "Rotting Basket" on the left side of her tent. The description is as follows: "Rugged, moist, and split in places, the basket seems about ready to fall apart."

Bucket- She has a bucket on the left side of her tent. The description is as follows: "A red liquid coats the bottom of this bucket. It smells of rust." This liquid is obviously blood. I theorize she brought this, as well as the Rotting Basket, from the Goblin Camp.

Glass Chalice- She has a glass chalice and the description is as follows: "A smooth chalice fabricated by gnome artisans." It's not unlikely it was created by a duergar slave in the Underdark, as they are skilled crafters, although how a duergar would have had access to glass is uncertain.

Box- This box contains a skull.

Skulls- There is 1 skull within a box and roughly 30 surrounding it, some of which are drenched in blood. (You may be thinking "Did you really try to count the skulls? Really?" and the answer is yes.) The bloody skulls are probably recent victims, but the others... who knows? I like to speculate the skull in the box is the Priestess of House Vandree's, kept out for sentimental (if bloody) reasons.

Wooden Table- She has a wooden table, which she keeps her map on.

Map- She has a map on her table. Based off of this and her map at the goblin camp, she evidently knows how to do cartography. I looked at a close-up screenshot of it and compared it to maps of the Underdark I found online, and for the most part it seems to match, so I'd say it's a map of the Underdark.

Mushrooms- Minthara has a few mushrooms on the left side of her tent, which she tends to in her idle animations- remember she had a garden back in Menzoberranzan? At first, I thought they were Nightlight, but they're too round for that. Because they glow and are of an orange hue, I speculate that they are Glowcap mushrooms- edible luminescent fungi found in the depths of the Underdark. Here is their description on the Forgotten Realms wiki: "Glowcap mushrooms were popular among people traveling through the unwelcoming deep cavers of Underdark, providing them with much needed illumination and pleasant-tasting food. Glowcaps emitted cold flickering radiance."

Overall:

Elements of Minthara's tent- i.e. the bone torch- remind me of the Goblin Camp, while others- the mushrooms, the gem, etc.- are reminiscent of the Underdark.

As Minthara states, she is a noble, and this is also reflected in her camp by the glass chalice and the pillows.

I hope you enjoyed this post!

[novantinuum]

Fandom: Steven Universe Rating: Teen Audiences Words: 1.3K~ Summary: “So, wait— what you’re saying is that you want me… to glow for you—?” In which a drowsy, throwaway comment inspires Steven to— fueled by Connie’s implicit trust and encouragement— test the very limits of his self-restraint.

@glowweek

Suuuuper late, but this one was inspired by this event's "Glow or Dark" prompts. I utilized both of the themes in this work.

Essentially, this story is me going "but what if Steven could enter pink mode but on his own terms and with Healthy emotions?" Steven and Connie are 22 and 21 respectively, here. This is the furthest in their future I've posted a work covering so far, ahah.

Enjoy!

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“Y’know, it’s kinda a shame you only glow when you’re really, really stressed out,” Connie murmurs out of nowhere that night, nuzzling herself even further into his side. “I bet you’d make for a nice nightlight.”

“Wait, what?” Steven responds, his words punctuated by a sudden peel of bemused laughter. He props himself up in their bed, scooting apart from her wanting embrace (she gives a pitiful but very cute little whine at this, still half-asleep) so he can actually turn to meet her eyes. “Where’s this coming from?”

If he fully understands the underlying question in his fiancé’s drowsy doozy of a comment— a comment he doubts she’d ever make while awake and alert— then she’s probably inquiring about why he never consciously utilizes even half the full potential of his power, not even recreationally.

And if he’s honest, it’s a fair question. He’s been somewhat neglecting this part of himself ever since he moved in with her late last year.

After all, it’s not like there’s much practical use for many of his abilities anymore. There’s no battles left to fight. No empires left to dismantle. No need to host those monthly healing sessions he used to organize ever since he and the Gems bottled a large stock of his saliva for long term use. It’s nice, in a way. It’s like an extended vacation from all the stressors of this facet of his existence. Instead, he’s been able to focus all his time and energy on other stuff— like finally finishing his GED, pursuing enrollment in some community college courses for the fun of learning itself, and doing some experimentation with some new instruments he’s never played. 

Little things.

Human things.

That glowing she speaks of, though…

The remnants of laughter fade from his lips as he refocuses on this topic.

He hasn’t snapped pink in weeks. It’s the longest period that’s passed without a flare up since that month his gem fell into an energy conserving stasis immediately following his meltdown in his teen years. So why is she bringing this up now? 

What’s really on her mind?

He asks as such.

This appeal for emotional honesty seems to jostle Connie out of the brunt of her drowsiness. She rubs the sleep out of her eyes with the furthest edge of her knuckles and then parts her lips again.

“It’s just… you never use your powers anymore,” she says, her brow creasing inwards. “Any of them. And of course I understand why, but…”

“But—?”

“But sometimes… I wish things weren’t so muddled for you. That you felt free to express yourself as both a human and a Gem in this space.”

His brows thread together as he considers all this, his confusion-addled brain looping right back to the throwaway, sleepy statement that hurtled this whole conversation into being in the first place. “So, wait— what you’re saying is that you want me… to glow for you—?”

Connie snorts. “Well, my actual want is a little more nuanced, but sure. We’ll go with that as a shorthand.” 

“And you do know my powers are, uh… extra volatile when I’m in that state, right?” 

Her lithe fingers glide their way across the subtle peaks and valleys of his inner wrist. Caught amidst the thorny brambles of his anxiety, such feather light skin contact is grounding. 

Mesmerizing.

“Nothing you do could ever truly scare me,” she reminds him, the calloused contours of her hand dancing along every last edge and sweeping curve of the lines etched into his broad palm.

Steven hums, the latent tension in his form unraveling under the spell of his fiancé’s gentle affection.

And with the loving encouragement of her words echoing like a fleeting melody within the drowsy, wandering neurotransmissions of his consciousness comes a sudden thought:

Can he glow pink on demand?

Is it even possible for him to wrest conscious control of this ability? To find a healthy means of tapping into that vast sum of energy lying dormant in his gem without trudging through the burdens of anger, misery, or fear?

Are these diamond powers something he could one day reclaim for good?

His eyelids flutter shut. Inhaling with a deep-rooted purpose and focusing inwards on the familiar, dual sensations of his partner’s knowing touch and his gem’s constant, faint vibrations, he reflects upon the broad menagerie of feelings and emotional states that govern his other abilities: 

Responsibility.

Joy.

Compassion.

Grief.

Love.

If he’s intending to tap into this well by choice… to summon this strength and glow for his Connie… what kind of emotion does he wish to anchor himself with?

Nothing you do could ever truly scare me, her promise rings in his ears once again. 

The sentiment flows through his veins like sweet nectar, a healing magic all its own.

Trust.

That’s it. Connie trusts him implicitly— without question, without resolve.

So maybe it’s time he finally grapples with all the facets of his identity he’s long neglected and starts to trust himself, too.

Confident in his decision to at least try, he entwines their fingers together, expressing his endearment through a quick triple squeeze.

Okay. 

Okay…

Deep breath, Steven. Deep breath. You’re home. You’re safe. You can pull back whenever you want. YOU are in control.

With one final shaky inhale, he opens his mind to the potent sum of energy swirling within the fathomless layers of his gem.

That familiar glow blooms from his cheeks on command, spreading across the entire span of his body in but a split second and casting their bedroom in a soft, tranquil, shadow-casting pink. It’s almost like flipping a light switch— which makes Connie’s earlier comparison all the more amusing. He can’t help but let out a quavering laugh of relief at his victory, meeting his partner’s eyes as he revels in the sweet euphoria of everything this accomplishment means for him as both a gem and a human being. 

Her gaze surges with a wealth of pride and warmth while she drinks in the sight. Flashing him a teasing smile, she dances her hand up the length of his arm and towards his center, splaying her fingers wide across his bare chest, right over his heart. Steven’s breath hitches. Such tactile sensations seem far more sensitive in this state than they are for him normally. The sheer memory of her touch buzzes at his core like a giddy swarm of butterflies in his stomach, each and every minuscule shift in her contact commanding his full attention.

It’s a beautiful moment— and there’s a small segment of him that wishes it could linger just a while longer— but that damned logic within his mind recognizes it’s smarter to pull back now rather than cling to such a fickle surge of power a second too long and risk potential disaster. No matter how much fulfillment swells within his soul for what he’s achieved here, this ability is still untrained… unrefined. Tonight’s accomplishment is only the beginning of his journey to reclaim it.

He exhales slow and steady, willing that glimmering pink pallor to sink back into his hard-light veins. Their room grows dark once more. His gem’s once fervent hum fades into a hushed murmur. A relieved, watery smile stretches across his cheeks as he feels all the lingering remnants of that energy dissipate right alongside his fading adrenaline. 

Her head tilting with ample curiosity as she regards him, Connie shifts her hold to his shoulder. “And how did that feel?”

“Not as scary as I thought it’d be,” he admits with a shrug, carding his hand through his curls.  

She smiles. “Good.“

Pulling their bodies flush, she plants a swift, tender kiss upon his lips. (Always a treasure to savor, no matter how fleeting the circumstances.) Then, leading by example, she tucks herself back under the covers, patting the adjacent pillow in invitation. 

Entirely smitten, Steven follows in turn.

“Anyways, as usual I was completely right,” she says, nestling herself against his side once more.

His brows raises, an amused chuckle rumbling in his chest. “About—?”

Grinning, she reaches up boop the tip of his nose.

“You do make for a beautiful nightlight, silly.”

[nightlight-rising]

finally scattered my girl Alani into workable colors but as much as I want her to stay a Banescale, she looks better as other breeds. sad! anyway, poll time

[anghraine]

I headcanon that Dúnedain of both the North and Gondor have a considerable number of ... like, low-grade magic trinkets that they often don't know the provenance of.

This stuff isn't at all on the scale of the palantíri, though some were definitely brought from Númenor (mostly because people would carry them around for luck). There's some stuff that they got from Elves, especially in Dol Amroth and Eriador. There's some they crafted all on their own, like Merry's dagger or Boromir's horn. There's some they make and then place virtues on (whatever that means).

But even the jewels of this kind aren't like mini-Silmarils, they're more like mini-Elendilmíri—there's definitely something going on and they seem just a little too bright at times, but a lot of the inheritors of those kinds of gems have never been able to figure out what they're supposed to do beyond that. And sometimes the answer is "nothing," some of these things were just crafted to be nightlights for scared children that would also look nice when they got older. Sometimes this stuff helps with tracking in a minor way, or things like that.

Gondorian Dúnedain also seem to know about the One Ring, but in my headcanon, their understanding starts out with: "oh, so like Grandfather's ring that shines when he gets lost? but evil."

[tinapaysmp]

Roseblings and by extension Grimlands HCs

A lot of fWhips since I'm currently rewatching the first season in his pov.

fWhip is a jack of all trades master of none kind of person and jumps on so many different interests, from potions to explosives to map making to different kinds of mechanical stuff.

Gem has mastery on all forms of magic, although it's more on she was required to master everything due to being Head Wizard.

Their dad's side of the family, the house ruling over the Grimlands, specializes on gunpowder production.

Their mother's side, hailing from the Crystal Cliffs, specialized in potion's brewing as a family trade.

Both Gem and fWhip were thought the basics of potion brewing at a very young age considering that getting straight into gun powder productions is a bit too much for a bunch of kids.

Their dad wasn't really the ruler of the Grimlands but instead it was their uncle who was much older than their father.

Their uncle much preferred Gem over fWhip as the next ruler even if fWhip was older. That all changed when Gem got chosen by Gandalf as the next Head Wizard, much to their uncle's annoyance.

This is mainly because their uncle found fWhip to be too unpredictable and had a hard time controlling the kid. Where, Gem typically just do as the adults say so she was found to be more favorable at that time.

Both of them have ADHD, they just manifested in their own kind of way. Although fWhip was a text book case, Gem tries so hard to appear normal and put together.

Honestly, the both of them try so hard to look like they know what they're doing. Gem more than fWhip.

The old religion in the Grimlands isn't as practiced by many anymore and has been waning in popularity. Gem and fWhip were also indifferent to it when they were kids, but fWhip got interested later once he became ruler.

The Grimland's religion revolves around the redstone deepslate, which is actually connected to the spirit of the Titan that died around the nation.

This Red Titan had a twin. He was very close with this twin of his but one day they had a fight. They argued and things kept getting worse. It eventually turned physical. The both of them fell to the earth, and the both of them died.

From the body of the Red Titan formed redstone deepslate that has been revered in the Grimlands and now powers their machinery. Meanwhile, from the body of his twin formed an Amethyst Geode, the same amethyst that supplies the magic in the Crystal Cliffs.

People don't know of this nor any of the Titans. But their spirits and bodies give magic to the lands the people live in.

When fWhip was younger he could swear he could hear the dark red ores talking to him, but he tried shrugging it off. He decided to pay more attention to it once his interest swung to redstone tech and more after he became the Count of Grimlands.

He doesn't know how to explain this to anyone in fear that they'd ridicule him. But he eventually 'fessed up to his sister and Gem at least didn't made fun of him for it.

In the old house where the two grew up, before their fates were arranged to where they are today, their room had amethysts that were enchanted by their mother to glow like a nightlight to keep them company when it's dark.

At one point when fWhip was visiting their parents, he took them with him and placed it in the bedroom of his manor. The manor he was shipped off to after Gem became Head Wizard in-training.

[dark-elf-writes]

I see your Percy biting things

And I raise you Percy biting things with tiny shark teeth

(Feral unhinged Percy is everything to me)

Demigods having physical markers of their godly parents is such a great idea and I’m screaming about it. Like even if it was a just a big three kid thing to show how other they are l

Percy with tiny shark teeth that never stop growing in. Sally has dozens upon dozens of tiny razor sharp teeth she’s collected over the years because A) she can’t leave them with her son who will find a way to hurt himself on his own teeth and B) even with the mist getting rid of that many shark teeth is going to raise some eyebrows. This spent help with her son’s goal of becoming a shark when he grows up.

Nico who from a young age always seemed more shadow than not. Who blends into the darkness. Maria had to get Hades to set up some sort of godly powers nightlight so she wouldn’t lose her son the moment the lights went out. Bianca having the opposite problem. In the right light it looks like her skin is translucent, showing the bones underneath. Hazel having actual strands of gold in her hair with gems constantly popping up in her curls. Sometimes if the light is right you can see gold flowing through her veins.

Thalia and Jason both covered in Lichtenberg scars that glow when they’re angry up stressed. The highest concentrations are around their hands and eyes making their already too bright eyes glow like gas lamps when they’re upset

Just the big three kids all being other and unsettling because of all that godly power in them

[love-takes-work]

Steven Universe Household Accents Collection

This is kind of a collection of various doodads that are like . . . decorations and accents that are around my house. It's sort of a not-very-cohesive, motley collection of stuff, but I wouldn't want to leave it out of the posts I'm updating. :)

First, the Garnet nightlight.

It has lots of colors! Very cute.

Next we have the Air Fresheners collection:

Next we have Lion coasters--handmade gift by a friend.

Next, the Lion coin bank! Cute.

We of course have the Crystal Gems battle flag; I have one installed on a flagpole in my living room and one that just kinda hangs out in my office draped over part of the window.

We have an Amethyst-shaped doodad dish and a Peridot-shaped foam decoration, both given to me by the same friend as handmade gifts:

How about Magnets! I like them on my fridge.