#gem hand writes

[bamfbuddie]

Hiii Gem ☺️

For the handwritten ask game: can I please request my username and the quote in this gifset (the text overlay):

https://www.tumblr.com/steadfastsaturnsrings/746653482484989952/olisgifs-desperation-sits-heavy-on-my-tongue

Thank you!

-❤️🪐

Yes siirrr,

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Link to the amazing gifset

[royalarchivist]

Pac: I wish I had a really nice background story for my- why I'm here. But you know, Felps just crashed the ship and I'm stuck! Fit: You've got an interesting history though, Pac! I mean, look at you escaping that prison! Like, that was not easy for you to do. [...] You've told me lots of stories about yourself and Mike's adventures. You've got a very interesting backstory. Pac: Thank you Fit, thank you. I'm glad to hear that you think it's cool. Fit: I mean– the cannibalism part, that sucks, but it is– It's cool! It's cool.

People keep wondering when Pac's going to tell Fit how he lost his leg, but during their date last week, Fit implied that their characters already had this discussion! Although this could've been an OOC part of their conversation, they've referenced this specific part of Pac's lore in past streams (this is just the most explicit example we've had so far).

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Pac: I wish I had a really nice- um, background story - background story for my- why I'm here. But you know, Felps just crashed the ship and I'm stuck!

Fit: [Chuckles] Well no- you've got an interesting history though, Pac! I mean, look at you escaping that prison! Like, that was not easy for you to do.

Pac: ...No, yeah, you're right.

Fit: You know, and you've been- you have- you've told me lots of stories about yourself and Mike's adventures, like– You've got a very interesting backstory.

Pac: Thank you Fit, thank you. I'm glad to hear that you think it's cool.

Fit: I mean, I mean– the cannibalism part, I mean, that sucks, yeah, but it is– It's cool! It's cool.

Pac: Yeah, right? Yeah- that's- that's not a good part, right? Yeah, I- ugh, yeah, it's a– [He takes a deep breath] Yeah. It's ok.

Fit: Y-yeah, yeah...

Pac: It's ok.

[clonerightsenthusiast]

Kiss The Homie Straight On The Mouth

[Life Series, Skizz/Tango, 1.6kt words]

Tango doesn't even have time to get an entire lungful of new air before Skizz's voice is booming his name.

He's standing across the circle, hands on his hips, easy smile on his lips and eyes laser focused on Tango. "Walk with me, buddy."

Snickers and eye rolls from the others, but Tango ignores them. He gladly follows the tugging in his chest like an invisible string towards Skizz - he'd done it, he'd already had a game to prove to everyone (and himself, more like) that he doesn't need to follow Skizz, that he can strike out on his own and succeed doing it, even, but it's a new game now. He doesn't need Skizz, but he wants him.

Skizz turns on his heel and marches into the woods without checking that he's following. Tango loyally dogs his steps, excitement building in his belly the way it always does when Skizz is up to something. It means that soon enough, they'll be up to something. And he's missed being up to something with Skizz.

[read on ao3]

Skizz leads them far enough away that the sounds of their friends fades into the distance, and then rounds on him. "Tango Top," he says meaningfully.

"Skizzleface," Tango shoots back cheerfully, posting up against a tree. He has a stupid grin on his face and he knows it, but he doesn't care - especially when Skizz has the same one valiantly fighting its way through his serious business facade.

Skizz steps into his space like he belongs there and Tango's stomach flutters because he does. Skizz has a good foot of height on Tango, and he uses it to loom over him, caging him in against the tree with the warm line of his body. Tango slouches harder against the rough bark, tilting his head up to meet those bright blue eyes, sparkling with mirth and affection. He basks in Skizz's full attention. There's a warm buzzing under his skin and he squirms in place, unable to stand still.

Skizz schools his face into a stern expression that doesn't fool Tango for a second. "Are you gonna murder me again this season, Top?" he asks.

Tango's grin cracks even wider. "Maaaaybe," he drawls, just to see Skizz scowl. "I guess we'll have to see."

"No," Skizz reprimands him. "You love me this season, I can tell."

"Well that's a different question," Tango laughs, because it's true. He'd loved Skizz the entire time they were enemies, loved him like a wildfire loves the trees.

"Nuh uh, homie," Skizz shoots back, sticking his tongue out like a child. Tango laughs harder. Skizz leans in closer, nose to nose with him. "We're friends again now."

Tango resists the urge to bite him just to hear him squawk, and instead says, pointedly ignoring him inches from his face to study his nails, "I don't know, I might get a better offer. I did pretty good without you, you know."

Skizz's eyes fly open in outrage. "Whu - buh - " His bushy eyebrows draw together in consternation. "You haven't even heard my offer yet!"

"So what're you waiting for?" Tango teases him, meeting his eyes again and tilting his chin up. "Lay it on me, Skippy!"

He sees the glint in Skizz's eyes the split second before he moves so he's already pushing up to meet him as Skizz crushes their lips together. One broad hand snakes around his waist to lay flat against Tango's lower back, pulling him up and into Skizz's warm bulk. The other takes a firm grip on the back of his head, thumb pressed into the hollow behind his ear, easily angling Tango's head right where he wants him.

Skizz kisses with laser-focused intensity. He kisses like he's on one of his ridiculous missions: reduce Tango to a quivering mess in five minutes or less. Tango throws his arms around Skizz's neck and digs his nails into his broad shoulders and kisses back to make it as difficult for him as possible, because he knows Skizz doesn't want to do anything that's easy.

When they finally separate, Tango is pleasantly lightheaded and warm all over. Skizz's hand has worked its way under his shirt, a brand of heat against his spine that's impossible to ignore. His thumb sweeps in tight arcs in the hollow under his ear and Tango makes a noise that would be embarrassing if there was anybody else around to hear it.

"It's a compelling offer, to be sure," he teases Skizz, drawing a short huff of laughter out of him. His breath fans out hot over Tango's cheek and resummons his broad grin.

"Let's see Bdubs top that, dude," Skizz says, playfully biting at Tango's jaw. Tango helpfully tilts his head to give him more room to work while he hums thoughtfully.

"You don't know what we got up to in those towers," he says, and cackles when Skizz bites him harder in retribution. "All right, all right, already," he says, rolling his eyes and tweaking one of Skizz's ears between his fingers. "Twist my arm. We can team up again."

"Yeah, that's what I'm talking about, homie!" Skizz cheers, beaming a triumphant grin. Tango laughs and runs his fingers through the short hairs on the back of Skizz's neck. Everyone's going to make fun of them - if not everyone, then at least Cleo, and probably Etho and Bdubs, too. Maybe Impulse. Scar, even… But it's so nice having Skizz close enough to touch again. His whole body is buzzing with it. Skizz's fingers, unable to keep still, drum a happy beat against his lower back, and every touch sends a frisson of electricity up his spine. Who cares what everyone else thinks? He knows what he wants, and it's his for the taking.

Skizz's face softens into a dopey, affectionate smile. He leans in until their foreheads are pressed together, noses digging into cheeks and breath mingling in the scant inches between their lips. "I missed you, buddy," he confesses warmly.

Tango sighs, a soft, happy sound, then giggles, because it's impossible to keep the laughter from bubbling up around Skizz. "I maybe missed you, too, and stuff," he says, tightening his grip on Skizz's shoulders. "You know, a little."

"From you, Top, that's a love poem," Skizz drawls. Tango throws his head back and laughs, because yeah, maybe it is, a little. Skizz chases him and kisses him again while he's laughing, messy and off-center. He keeps trying, and Tango keeps laughing, until Skizz finally huffs in frustration, grabs his face in both hands, and holds him still long enough to land one. And then Tango forgets about laughing in favor of opening up to the warm press of Skizz's mouth on his. It's slower this time, softer, as Skizz pours his love and affection into every movement and Tango soaks it up like parched earth after rain.

When he finally pulls away, it's slowly, reluctantly, and he presses a last lingering kiss to the corner of Tango's mouth. "We should probably, you know, start getting tools and stuff."

"I don't know what you're talking about, Skippy," Tango says, refusing to relinquish his hold on him. "I got a tool right here."

"Terrible," Skizz deadpans. "You should be ashamed."

"Never," Tango declares. "No shame." He knows Skizz is right, and they need to get about the business of surviving, now that they've - ahem - sealed their alliance. But he can't even imagine taking his hands off of Skizz right now. "C'mon, we have at least until the creepers come out before we have to get underground."

"You're a bad influence," Skizz says in despair, but he also ducks his head to press a kiss under Tango's jaw, so Tango wins the argument. "I'm trying to keep us alive, here," he grumbles against Tango's neck, and makes no move to disengage.

"Oh, we're definitely dying first," Tango says cheerfully, letting his eyes slide closed. "It'll be just like old times."

Skizz rebukes him with a sharp nip, drawing out a squeak of protest. "It's your relentless optimism that really does it for me," he says dryly. "C'mon, we could do it. We could go the distance, dude."

Tango snorts. "Sure, the distance," he says. "All six feet of it."

Skizz huffs in frustration, and Tango rolls his eyes and then takes his face in both hands and reluctantly pulls him away from his neck to look him in the eyes. "Skizz," he says, with straightforward honesty. "I don't care if we die first. Let the sweats fight it out amongst themselves. I'm just here for a good time with my buddy. That work for you?"

Skizz's eyes once again soften and he turns his head, stubble scratching pleasantly against Tango's skin, to press a kiss to his palm. "Works for me, dude," he says warmly. "I'd rather die with you than live with somebody else."

"Sap," Tango accuses, to cover for the way his face flushes and his chest flutters.

Skizz winks at him. "But," he says, taking hold of Tango's hands and gently prying them off of his face, stepping back out of Tango's space and leaving him bereft and suddenly chilly. "That doesn't mean I'm not trying! And in the interest of both of us living a little longer, we're gonna go find somewhere to build a house."

"Ugh," Tango complains dramatically, allowing himself to be dragged after Skizz by one hand. "I'm not building it!"

Skizz gives his hand a yank and reels him in so he can wrap one burly arm around his neck, hauling him in sideways so Tango's shoulder is wedged into his ribs. "We'll see about that," he says, pressing his smile into Tango's wild yellow hair.

Tango grumbles loudly and at the same time leans into him further, snaking an arm beneath Skizz's suit jacket to curl around his waist. They stagger into the woods, tangled up together, squabbling affectionately, once again exactly where they're supposed to be.

[nach0]

shinyduo crumbs for the few e1 shippers out there <3 full version posted whenever i finish it

[aran-morinorea]

Tar telepathy?

ok so i absolutely know what you meant BUT the idea of. tar telepathy. king to king communication. it caused me to find a spot in devotional artwork to put in some gratuitous osanwe and actually develop some text rather than just ideas spaghetti. congratulation

At the same time, he said aloud to the assembly, “What my divine husband means is that - contradictions in His word ought to be resolved by simply favoring the more recent pronouncement. Sometimes He changes his mind. Sometimes He lies.” He did not add, “Sometimes he’s wrong,” because he preferred for the building to remain standing when they were done here.

Predictably, Tar-Glóriel finished catching fire anyway. The flames studiously avoided his husband even as he turned to fully face him. His response was in mind-speech, and not so much said to Tar-Telepta as shoved toward him: “That is not what I fucking meant and you know it.”

“Oh, I know,” Tar-Telepta answered in his thought, “but what you meant was ‘You’re all insignificant insects and I don’t care if you live or die,’ which is not exactly politic for an event for finding reasoned resolutions to disagreements.” For the hall to hear, he said, “This is the point at which I believe all bystanders would be wise to run.”

[swordsareforthegays]

Currently considering during the Diamond Days arc in PoaD if Greg should be there. On one hand, there isn’t really a reason for him to go with them to Homeworld, narratively. On the other hand, him being outraged seeing how the Diamonds treat Rose would be just. so good

[yaoi-stims]

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Olivine from NU: Carnival stimboard

[zapsoda]

some people are sooo good at posting about characters. im really bad at inventing and articulating coherent scenarios because i am not a very imaginative personat all really

[cruelprincae]

What's the worst punishment you've ever received from Balekin?

Flashes of a golden bridle, a dark room and a whip with an iron end cloud his vision and make his stomach churn. It was the day the eldest of his brothers brought him to Hollow Hall; the same day his father, High King Eldred, sentenced Asha to be taken away to the Tower of Forgetting and himself banished from the Palace grounds for a crime he did not commit, when he was little over nine years of age. Balekin had made it abundantly clear that should he not accept his punishment, then he was to leave Hollow Hall and his mercy, to instead roam the Lower Courts of Insmire which held dreadful, monstrous fates for inconsequential Princes ― and because the monster he knew was far better than a monster he did not, he had taken off his shirt, sank to his knees and accepted each ghastly strike from the mortal woman's hand until his back bled and his vision swarm far too greatly to hold onto consciousness. It was humiliating ― then again such was the purpose of his punishment ― but it hadn't ended then. When he came to, he was laying on his chest upon a grand oak-made bed with carved legs to resemble animals and covered with fur coverlets ― the softest and simultaneously warmest bed he had ever laid on his entire life ( and perhaps, the only bed he had ever been on, considering he had spent the first nine years of his life either curled up underneath banquet tables of the revels held in the Palace of Elfhame or the beddings of hay in the royal stables ). Margaret was by his side, tending to his back with a particularly foul-smelling concoction that made his wounds itch and tingle, and Balekin was standing tall beside her, looking down at him through furrowed brows as though supervising a particularly difficult and costly strategy plan. A shine caught his eye, and Cardan's gaze shifted to the hardwood and similarly carved nightstand by his bed, upon which laid a golden device, laced on one with one dark, iridescent hair that he guessed belonged to Balekin; It looked like a bridle one would use on a steed or a toad, but it was significantly smaller and strangely fit, as though it was designed for a person to wear. Once Balekin announced that it was enchanted for the wearer to obey the commands of the person whose hair belonged to, that ought to wear it a time until he grows obedient as a Prince should be without the use of it and when Margaret ceased her tending to instead attempt to put it on him, Cardan had thrashed, and clawed, and bit his refusal but wounded as he was, the device was inevitably worn. He did, however, manage to deliver a particularly nasty bite on Balekin's wrist, regardless of whether the thorns adorning his hand hurt his mouth and tongue, but that only resulted in the eldest Greenbriar rage and the decision that since the youngest Prince liked to act like an animal then he would be treated as one and was hence sentenced to spend the night in one of Hollow Hall's basement cells where the grounds are cold, the rooms are dark and the bars are made of iron as punishment to whoever is deserving enough to be put inside. As far as punishments go, that did not differentiate much from the remainder of them throughout the following decade, but unlike the rest, Cardan did cry that night. It was an act that betrayed weakness and it disgusted him. His emotions were a swirling tornado of disgust and hate; hate for himself, for the stupid mortals, for his father, Dain, all his siblings who refused to take him in and the one who did ― hate who burned so bright it almost numbed the cold bitting on his skin. That night, he decided that he would school himself to hide the unwanted emotions, that he would learn to pretend, that he would learn to please his brother and fit into a skin that was not his to wear to begin with. Not a heart of stone, but a heart of fire, strong enough to burn down Elfhame and everyone in it.

Blinking his way back to reality, to safety, and away from the distant memory, Cardan's dark gaze squints dangerously, his sharp features hard and unreadable. ❛ Mind your Mab-forsaken business. ❜ He merely spits before turning on his heel and walking away.

[rpdrstims]

A Vivian Vanderpuss stimboard for @space-monkeyz <3

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[stims-underwater]

Roguefort and Almond cookie

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[drifloonz]

The multiple miki thing might be because Miki could've been based on Charizard M and that thing is known for cloning itself.

Tbh i cant fault shadowmalerenamon for completely changing doors open when rewriting it. Having missingno be the main antagonist was miles better than how Steve was in the original.

( mention of suicide ig )

i respectfully disagree . i see where you're coming from but i think all of the rewritten strangled... duology i guess bc strangled red itself never got one

( thank fucking god to be honest. it needs No change. although at the same time its kind of funny it never got one bc its the most popular one and going more into him as a Person if smr didnt fuck it up would be nice ... but im too attached to my own interp based off of his canon implications to care about what smr kind of has to give. and he already did that in og strangled red, to a degree, although it focuses on the tragedy there is character stuff to be extrapolated from the implications of the story if youre very deeply ill. like me. )

- is a lot less character-focused, at least on steven specifically, and is focused on explaining or rewriting shit that never needed to be explained or rewritten. it is a revisit and reinterpretation of the story, that to me, is just purely kind of . Not good or fun to read. and the new shit it introduces is fucking stupid imo. steven being banished by the town instead of... fucking. killing himself ( especially specifically by cop. that's lame and way more boring + FUCK THE POLICE !!! + It feels out of character for steven he would just do it himself like actually. Also yk. hanging yourself is narratively thematic and ironic. ) or whatever goes so much harder .

guy who loves his town and home region and wanting to be a role model and wanting to be cool so badly being driven mad and then the entirety of kanto, his homeland, forsaking him and walling him off goes crazy . Also because it implies they're scared of him to some degree which also makes me go crazy as an implication.

[ more put below bc i love to fucking yap about strangled red and how much i dont like the rewrites ]

i Will not step down from 'the rewrites arent good' . Doors open is mostly bad because stevens characterization is garbage. even though its random and from left field ( why the fuck is he in sprout tower ) it couldve been handled well if it was written better characterization-wise.

also i supposed the 'M charizard makes sense. not. not really i don't actually think smr thought that through. if he did, which he couldve because she is named #'M# in Strangled Red, cool, but i still think it's just to make the "miki" name thing with 4 party members he has. which is cool admittedly. it's just that i hope it is never explained why he has 4. and it never has since, doors open rewrite didnt do anything with that thank god.

and bc he wouldnt have any other mon other than miki post-incident and afaik that thing only replaces existing partymembers, and steven canonically releases all his team in SR + pokemon avoid him. but yea. Doors open i treat as a 'spinoff' in a sense bc nothing from it really makes sense when properly thought through, and its basically there to make the lost silver crossover i feel. also, yk, he literally says "Never." in strangled red when you press switch on 'M / missingno/revived/whatever you want to call miki post revival. its kind of out of character for canon-compliant steven to have anything other than miki post-incident for these 3 reasons - i only made a team for him post incident bc im autistic about pokemon and pokemon teams so that was for fun.

basically it makes more plotholes and questions than not the more strangled reds plot stuff tries to be explained or added upon esp in the remakes which i think are not fun reads if you like steven as a character anyways. and also bc strangled and doors open in the ogs are easter eggs. trying to explain what is supposed to be an in universe easter egg in pokemon would obviously be kind of a lesson in futility. not. not exactly but at least in the way smr does it.

strangled makes sense, you just go to his fucking house and hes there. yea. doors open is like. Yea hes in johto now. dont ask. but its also easily explainable as... He just fucked off to johto. For what reason? idk. hates kanto bc theyve forsaken him and banished him to the Woods, just wanted fresh air i guess, or just for fun. these are all more plausible reasons.

iirc the rewrite doesnt even say why hes there and if it does the reason is convoluted and not needed. i think its just 'hes a ghost hallucination... thing??? following the mc which is the most boring route to go for with steven and the most uninspired thing ever, and missingno was not the antagonist just a plot device in the og story Why are we focusing on it so much.' and its still a plot device in the rewrites! it isnt explained ( good the explanation would be kind of awful ) and i cant see any good way to explain missingno other than the way i do as a fun idea. which is biased but the 'failed clone of mew number 3' is a fun idea.

this is an insane ramble from a deranged person. if you can't tell i fucking love steven as a character and smr does him dirty except in strangled red, really. strangled... is fine but bc he barely talks in that one and when he does its like. yea. that checks out.

no hate to you btw none of it was directed at you specifically just smr and strangled reds various canons. you just gave me an excuse to ramble about how much i dislike the remakes tbh. I fucking LOVE analyzing why i hate things esp involving steven bc hes not greatly written by his og creator and not often greatly written by the fandom either .

[em-mermaid]

hello!! ^_^ I wrote bronze medal & bucketful and I just wanted to say, thank you so so much for your comments! (I need to respond on ao3 still!!!) Getting to see them made my day a lot better!

I hope you have a lovely rest of your day!

aaaahhhh hiii! this ask just put the biggest smile on my face! your fic is so good!!!

i’ve been thinking about secret life gem since the series was released and there was something so incredibly magical about reading a fic that just fits exactly what my thoughts and feelings about her (and pearl) are, it filled me with such joy and whimsy and also the bonus of having to sit silently and process the whole thing for a while because oh my god it’s everything i’ve ever wanted

thank you for popping in my day has been made! (also everyone should go read their fic please and thank you)

[joscreativecorner]

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[aran-morinorea]

HAPPY TEMPORARY FREEDOM FROM ACADEMIC HELL! Please tell me more about Maglor's No Good Very Bad Roadtrip Funtimes

Thank you so much! It took me so long to get this stupid document to talk to me that my temporary freedom is already over. And it's not even consecutive with the previous snippet.

“I’m absolutely not bringing you into the city like that, you’re meant to be making Tyelpe less angry with me. You need to freshen up a bit,” said the Golden-king. I grit my teeth and prayed (to the Silver-king, without much hope, because He alone can compel His husband to mercy) that He was going to deal with that Himself.

No such luck. I was bid, with the dismissive little wave the divine king considers regal, to “Make that happen,” while He went to do more important things, such as menacing the others about proper conduct for a formal return to the city.

I looked at the Elf. He looked at me. I think we were both pondering our life choices with some consternation.

[lord-emerson]

[have some iconic quotes from various Oswald roleplays :3]