#gem-licker

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(sorry, steven)

i feel like lion lickers would be rose’s favorite treat

silly lion ice cream popsicles

the “nobody likes them/they don’t even look like lions!” argument would only make her eat more lion lickers because she’d feel bad for them

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🌈Would You Marry Me, Honey? ♦︎ Timeless Pick A Card

Ideally, we’d hope for our Future Spouse to be the only person we would ever be married to🎎Having said that, this reading isn’t catering to a Future Spouse aenergy; this reading is entertaining the idea of a dharmic Soulmate who’s destined for our Highest Intended Good.

Our Destined Person—he or she whose soul essence lights up the whole world after we’ve learnt to light up our own world with Love towards ourselves🥰

To those of you reading this who had been married before or are currently bound to a weird loveless contract, please know this reading is still for you in whatever way it resonates for you🌷We all deserve to be happier and happier still at whatever stage of Life we’re in. It isn’t greed we’re talking about; it’s knowing everybody deserves to find Love in the end💝

And aaa~ happy holidays, Witches~!🎄

SONG: I’m Glad There Is You by Julie London

MOVIE: How To Marry A Millionaire (1953)

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Pile 1 – Making A Soft Bed of Flowers with You

VIBE: Schatze Page & Tom Brookman

why I was attracted to you – 9 of Pentacles

Umm…you’re kinda giving off this coldass bitch boss aura that sends news to the entire town that you ain’t needing nobody in your Life. You’re so ULTRA independent it actually scares the living shit out of normal people XD You’re too powerful; too resourceful in your aloneness; too successful in your solitude; damn, are you sure you haven’t got an army of jealous bitches wishing ill upon you?? There are IT girls whom all girls want to be and guys want to be with, but you’re a whole different game, hon.

Girls know they can’t be you however much they pay! Guys know they can’t ever bend you however much they hate that you won’t pick them! Your aenergy is weird…you’re too happy…too authentic. The wrong people can only shake their heads in disbelief, gossiping that there must be something shady you’ve done in Life for you to be this real, this successful without being an ass-licker.

At the top of your game, you make the news go round and round you’re making them money from talking non-stop about you. That’s when your Destined Person hear about you and fell in love with your character. You’re swag, or something. You’re savage and honest. They fucking LOVE that you’re an unbreakable bitch boss. You can be a bitch boss to the world, but to your Destined Person, you’re a Goddess of Realness! And that’s rare AF. You’re a true gem. Finally, an equal to them!

how I fell in love with you – King of Cups

Well, in spite of how you appear to the world, your Destined Person was able to see beyond the façade. You act tough and all that but you have a kind and generous soul. People can’t be strong all alone for so long. If anything, the way you appear strong and unshakable incites your Destined Person’s protective nature LOL Your Destined Person has a big heart and wants to nurture. I think their love language might be gifts and attention just because they really like to give. They will give you all their money and attention LMAO

The main reason they fell in love with you is that you’ve inspired them to get even more in touch with their sensitive side. When your Destined Person sees or talks to you, their minds are opened to new ways to express their emotions. It is because you’re eloquent and you have a great library of words to impart your thoughts and feelings. Your Destined Person thinks you’re inhumanly intelligent and so new wave! Whatever that means XD

They also see that you, too, have a big heart. That you’re more understanding than anybody they’ve ever met. Below the iceberg castle you’ve built to protect yourself, you have an entire flower kingdom of kindness and care. It is your generous nature, your heart your Destined Person truly fell in love with. You’re gutsy and talented; you’re honest and courageous; but most of all, you are a genuine Lover with a divine heart and your Destined Person wants that for themselves…

Umm…with this King aenergy…I think your Destined Person is a possessive and territorial style? ^_^;

when I knew you were The One – Ace of Pentacles

Buhahahah… I think your Destined Person knew you were The One from the very beginning. From the moment they were intrigued by you, they already knew you were made for them! Not saying they never had moments they doubted themselves, especially when it comes to whether or not they are deserving of someone mega awesome as you, but they were head over heels from the get go. They couldn’t deny this attraction and they thought, whether or not they’re the marrying type, if they ever want to spend the rest of their days with someone that would have to be YOU~

When they met you…or got to know you (before meeting)…your Destined Person had been wanting to have a new beginning of sort. I think their Life was already secure and they’d achieved quite a great deal in Life. But that security felt fleeting. They wanted to offer all this greatness to someone. Your Destined Person is undoubtedly a lover LOL They want to be in a loving relationship. They want to share their Life, their riches, their comfort with someone. Obviously, it’s YOU~

With this Pile, rather than the idea of your Destined Person needing time to decide on you…it’s more like they actually had to stop themselves from creeping you out by not proposing to you on your first date! LMAO This is a Ted Mosby saying ‘I LOVE YOU’ on his first date with Robin kinda vibe. Something along those lines. Just pretend you didn’t know they already wanted to marry you from the beginning, hon XD Your whole courtship might feel awkward but cute because your Destined Person struggles a lil with behaving like they’re not crazy about you LMAO

I LOVE YOU🔻💙

in sorrow and in sickness – Gold Historian (Raphael Holinshed)

I vow to be there for you – Priestess of Patience

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Pile 2 – I Could Tell You Were So Much More Than Your Silence

VIBE: Pola Debevoise & Freddie Denmark

why I was attracted to you – 3 of Pentacles Rx

When your Destined Person first saw you, they noticed that you were distant, rather aloof. Not sure if it was shyness or something else. Depending on your Destined Person’s base psychology or the environment they were brought up in, your Destined Person either thought you were a bitch, unfriendly, or they simply wondered by you were THAT shy, THAT quiet. I think it’s possible the day you met them you simply weren’t in a jolly mood, so you were rather uncommunicative.

Be THAT as it may, your Destined Person ain’t a bitch and if anything they were attracted to your coolness. There is something in your aura, your vibe, your body language, that tells them…you were so much more than your unfriendliness. Perhaps it’s in your gentle gesture, perhaps it’s in the way you gaze at someone else, but your Destined Person could tell, you’re a sensitive person who’s careful with who you get friendly with.

Your Destined Person saw…felt, rather…that you must be a compassionate, empathetic person who would make them feel safe. They could tell that you were society’s outcast of sort, that you were not generic, and that because of this you weren’t the type to quickly judge somebody without knowing their story first. Your Destined Person admires that about you. They think you have high morality and that although you aren’t always smiley or anything, for the most part, you’re really a polite person who’s such a delight to talk to once you feel comfortable with someone.

how I fell in love with you – 8 of Pentacles

Your Destined Person could tell that you’re somebody who’s battled your own inner demons. You’ve worked hard on yourself to be the superior version of yourself. And because you’re naturally kind and very keen on human psychology, your Destined Person saw that you’re the type that can easily understand other people’s crazy. That’s why you’re kind, quiet, and for the most part, patient with other people. You’re cool because you understand the world—you’re based. But you’re also aloof because you understand that most Humans are a waste of time LMAO

Your Destined Person thinks you’re the coolest person who’s ever walked on Earth! This is kinda telling me either your Destined Person is a few years younger than you or they could’ve come from a rather easy background so the maturity of their psychology is behind you XD Do you have significant Scorpio placements? Anyway, your Destined Person is charmed by your maturity, deep knowledge about uncommon things, and that once they get you talking, like whoa, your knowledge and perspectives are SO interesting. They could hear you talk for weeks on end.

Obviously, your Destined Person feels inspired by you. They also feel you’re the safest person they could talk to. If anything, you help them overcome their own demons or pains from the past. When they talk with you, they understand themselves better and they love that your perspectives on people and things are genuinely rooted in your desire to comfort and heal. They think you’re deeply spiritual but based, realistic and pragmatic, and before they could put words to it, they’ve already fallen in love with your character🥰

when I knew you were The One – Knight of Cups

I do see that it takes a bit, juuust a biiit, of time for your Destined Person to know you were The One for them, forever. Personally, they themselves are quite wary of people so just because they were curious and subsequently friendly towards you, didn’t mean they wanted to marry you immediately. Which, all things considered, is very sweet because when you met your Destined Person, when you noticed they were trying to get to know you, they were genuine! They weren’t just trying to get into your pants or wanting other superficial things from you.

Your Destined Person, I feel, is a very charming and handsome person. They’re likely popular, too. I think they know a lot of people, have a large family or perhaps have multiple large circles of people they know, so in that sense, they’re not the type of person who’s needing people just to fill in some kind of emptiness inside. They’re very genuine with you and in trying to get to know you, if anything, they’re the one who wants to offer you something precious: their attention and affection. There’s something poignant about you that makes them feel ultra-protective and they genuinely love that feeling of becoming a true romantic in your presence.

I LOVE YOU🔻🧡

in sorrow and in sickness – Green Magus (John Dee)

I vow to be there for you – Priestess of Inspiration

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Pile 3 – Oh, Dreamy Beauty, You Elevate My Dreams

VIBE: Loco Dempsey & Eben

why I was attracted to you – Page of Wands

‘Okay, I’m not trying to be creepy or anything but damn you’re SEXY.’ Your Destined Person was first and foremost attracted to your beauty—your sex appeal, to be precise. They find you incredibly sexy…but why the goddamn hell are you cute?? Is that allowed? Little did they know that this appeal is actually your authentic soul. You’re actually a lot more honest than you give yourself credit for. You live Life quite honestly and you’re just being yourself. You don’t really give a damn if people find your essence offensive. ‘I’m not everybody’s cup of tea and that’s perfectly acceptable to me—so what are you gonna do about it?’

Though you’re strong like that on one hand, on the other you’re also quite stupid because you trust people too easily! At least your Destined Person sees you this way. They think, because you’re always honest you could fall into the trap of believing everybody is just as honest, as straightforward as you, which, most people aren’t! Plenty of people are sneaky and dangerous! And your Destined Person noticed this and felt a pull towards protecting you… *why don’t we have a melting heart emoji?*

Your Destined Person felt a pull to be there for you, protecting your Light, your innocence, your joy and happiness. I feel your Destined Person is actually quite a thinker, but when they were drawn to you, as if falling into a trance they couldn’t follow logic anymore. They were drawn in by your passion and delightful personality and before they knew it, they felt like they’d been swallowed whole by your flame🔥

how I fell in love with you – Queen of Pentacles

You’re a wholesome character and that much was apparent to your Destined Person right after they’ve got to know you a bit better. How quickly your Destined Person fell in love with you varies with this Pile, but some digging, some getting to know each other, and some learning is definitely required with this connection. Essentially, the moment your Destined Person learns that you’re so much more than how you look, they couldn’t help but develop genuine feelings for you. It’s a Soul-based kind of Love that transcends human ego.

I feel like your Destined Person could even shed a tear from realising just how much they care about your wellbeing. It’s pure like that and I promise you they’re not so used to feeling that typa feeling for just about anybody! As much as they see you as this very unique, very strong character in your own right, they want to be there to protect your heart. If your Destined Person is a masculine person, they will also want to protect your body and provide for you. They want to make things easier for you! They’re willing to make sacrifices to give the whole world for you, simply because you’re worth it.

Your Destined Person loves how you’re essentially the main character of your own world and…they want to be part of that world? XD They don’t mind being a side character in your world whom you fall for. I think this person could be younger than you or they’re simply not that mature yet emotionally or spiritually! What they love most about you is how you’re literally the most unique, resourceful, strategizing character who knows how to build your own world from scratch! You’re literally the most wholesome character they’d ever known throughout their Life. And they want a part in that world you’ve built with so much love and care. Now, they want to care for you…

when I knew you were The One – 10 of Wands Rx

Let it be known that your Destined Person is quite an intense bitch LMAO When they love, they love with all of their being and their devotion is no joke. This ain’t a playa over here. Or at least…when it comes to YOU, they ain’t got no game. Trust me. You must’ve done or said something that completely changed your Destined Person’s entire view on love and relationships. I betcha you’re the type of intense bitch who’d never settle for anything less than real Love. And that literally brushed off on your Destined Person. In the beginning, they went to war with themselves over this notion of real Love with a capital L.

They never really knew what Love was all about or if they were even deserving of Love. Just like everybody else, they had a very silly take on romance—this is especially the case if your Destined Person is a masculine being. Because of you, now they understand that money ain’t it; sex appeal ain’t it; status ain’t it. Aesthetics comes after real Love. You taught them that. And they’re grateful and they realise you’re the only person they want to love. It’s kinda possessive like that…I think your Destined Person could have some Taurus or Scorpio placements??

Anyway, in some way, your Destined Person could’ve been so embarrassed about their own childishness and felt super lacking as a person. Like, they don’t really know what to offer a divine being such as you…but they vowed to better themselves and grow up as quickly as possible so they could become worthy of your Love LMAO Gosh! It was around this time they realised they wanted to grow up as a person that they knew you were the ONLY one for them! Umm…like they just knew they could and would never be able to feel this way for any other person that’s not you. It had to be you~

I LOVE YOU🔻💛

in sorrow and in sickness – Silver Magus (Merlin)

I vow to be there for you – Priestess of Innocence

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Finishing a Quotev story PT. 5: Gem Glow

yeehaww (this took too fucking long)

“Nooooo!” Steven yelled from inside the Big Donut. 

“This can’t be happening!” He muttered, placing his hands on the counter that the Cookie Cat freezer sat on.  

“This has to be a dream!” He brought his hands to his temples, whipping around quickly. 

“Lars! Lars!” He ran over to the ginger male, wrapping his hands around his torso in a hug.

“Please tell me I’m dreaming! I wanted Onyx to finally experience the wonderfulness of a Cookie Cat!!” He wailed, slumping to the floor as Lars walked away.

“Get off me man, I’m stocking here.” Lars groaned, walking away with a box as Steven lay face down on the tile floor. 

“I’m sorry, Steven. I guess they stopped making them.” Sadie tried to comfort him, leaning over the checkout counter. 

“Stopped making them?!” He turned to face the blond. 

“Why in the world would they stop making Cookie Cats?!” 

“They’re only the most scrumptious and delicious ice-cream sandwich ever made!” He yelled in dismay.

“Don’t they have laws for this?!” Lars knelt down by a counter, reaching a hand onto the box he was carrying and putting the contents away.

“Tough bits, man. Nobody buys them anymore..” 

“I guess they couldn’t compete with Lion Lickers.” He said, lifting a bag out of the box.

“Not Lion Lickers! Nobody likes them…” Steven grumbled, Onyx just walked over to the freezer that held them and grabbed a few. 

“They don’t even look like lions!” He complained, flinging his arms up. 

“I think they do..” Onyx bent over, looking at the popsicles behind the glass.

“Kids these days I’ll tell you what!” Steven put his hands on his hips. 

“Well, if you miss your wimpy ice cream so much, why don’t you make some with your magic belly button” Lars teased, causing Onyx to turn his head to him and growl. 

“That isn’t how he works, Lars..” Onyx snarled, narrowing his eyes at him as he walked to the counter to pay for his popsicles. Steven lifted his shirt up and looked at his naval, squeezing his abdomen. 

“Oh sweet Cookie Cats… With your crunchy cookie outside, and your icy creamy insides.” Steven’s brows furrowed sadly as he drew a cookie cat on the outside of the freezer. Onyx shoves two Lion Lickers in his mouth, his tail starting to wag happily as he quickly ate them. 

“You’re too good for this world…” Onyx looked at him funny as he kissed the freezer. 

“Uh Steven?” Sadie started, looking at Steven who was hugging the freezer as Onyx ate more popsicles, not bothering to take the wrapper off. 

“Do you want to take the freezer with you?” She asked as Onyx threw the sticks out in the trash. Steven nodded.

“Are you really gonna let ‘em have that?” Onyx asked, eating another Lion Licker. 

“I mean, we were just gonna throw it out so I thought, why not give it to Steven?” Sadie replied, shrugging. 

The boy hummed happily as he and Onyx walked back to the temple, Onyx carrying the freezer under an arm. 

“Hey, guys! You won’t believe this!” Steven yelped out in surprise as a gem monster jumped on him. Onyx growled and grabbed it, slamming the centipede-like body against the floor until it poofed. He set the freezer down on a bench by the door, running off to go help.

“Sup, Steven” Amethyst called out as she wrangled a monster of her own, throwing it far over Pearl’s head. Pearl struck her spear out gracefully, throwing the monsters back. She flung three away, one to Garnet and two to Onyx. Onyx bashed the heads of the monsters together before chasing down more, arms outstretched. Garnet caught the monster Pearl threw to her and slammed it against her knee, punching more as they ran up to her. Monsters are seen running away from Onyx as he chases them, pinning them down and bringing his ax down onto them. Onyx snatched some from the walls and couch, throwing them down against the floor and jumping on them, digging his elbow into their backs.

“Awesome!” Steven grinned. 

“What are these things?” Steven muttered in amazement when one went running past him, away from Onyx with his ax raised above his head.

“Ugh!” Pearl grunted.

“Sorry, Steven. We’ll get these centipeetles out of your room.” She lifted one up off the floor, wrapping her arms around it as it wriggled in her grip.

“I think they might’ve been trying to get into the temple.” Onyx explained, stomping on one. 

“Aw… You don’t have to get rid of them… They’re really cool!” Steven cooed, looking at the monster as it squirmed. He winced and flinched away as the monster spat out acid at his feet, burning a large hole in the hardwood. Onyx and Amethyst both threw a monster at the stony walls, causing them to screech and poof.

“Um, you guys..” Amethyst called, causing the others to look at her.

“These things don’t have gems!” She yelled, sticking a finger in her nostril and turning to look over at Pearl and Steven. Onyx smacked at her hand, trying to get her to stop, but just causing her to pull the finger out and jab it in his direction playfully, making him yelp. 

“Prolly means the momma is ‘round here.” Onyx replied, chasing another down to get away.

“We should probably find it before anyone gets hurt…” Pearl suggested.

“Ooh! Ooh! C-can I come!? Can I?! Can I?!?” Steven asked eagerly, looking up at Pearl hopefully. 

“Steven..” Pearl called, making Steven turn towards her. 

“Until you learn to control the powers in your gem, we’ll take care of protecting humanity, okay?” Pearl said calmly, snapping the neck of the centipeetle she was holding and dropping it to the floor. 

“Aw man…” Steven sulked before turning to the kitchen to see a centipeetle rummaging through the fridge. 

“Hey! Not for you! Get!” Onyx shooed the monster away, chasing it into the range of Garnet so she could deal with it properly. 

“Aw… they got into everything! Not cool!” Steven groaned, looking from the contents of the fridge to Garnet punching the monster across the house. 

“No way….” Steven mumbled, looking at the freezer that was filled with cookie cats. 

“I-It can’t be!” He reached into the freezer and pulled on out, looking down at the treat in amazement as Pearl closed the freezer door.

“Wha- where did you get these?! I thought they stopped making them!” Steven looked up at Pearl happily as Onyx grabbed a few from the freezer and ate them, stuffing the wrappers into his mane. 

“Well, we heard that, too, and since they’re your favorite..” Pearl explained with one hand on her hip. 

“We went out and stole a bunch!” Amethyst yelled as she sat on the kitchen counter. Pearl grunted and glared at her, hands balled into fists by her sides.

“I went back and paid for them..” She grumbled, looking off to the side. 

“The whole thing was my idea.” Garnet said calmly as she unsummoned her gauntlets. 

“It was everyone’s idea.” Amethyst corrected. 

“Not really.”

“All that matters is that Steven is happy.”

“Onyx! Start me off with a beat!” Steven yelled, pointing to him. Onyx shrugged and began to clap his hands and stomp his foot, chuckling to himself.

“Ohhhhhhhhhh!! He’s a frozen treat with an all new taste! ‘Cause he came to this planet from outer space!” Pearl dropped her arms and looked away then back, clearly confused. 

“A refugee of an interstellar war! But now he’s at your local grocery store!” He sang as he made his way over to Garnet and Amethyst who just looked at eachother.

“Cookie Cat! He’s a pet for your tummy! Cookie Cat! He’s super duper yummy!” 

“Cookie Cat! He left his family behind! Cookie Ca-a-a-a-a-a-t!!! Now available at Gergins off route 109.” He mumbled the last part before everyone started chuckling. Garnet clapped proudly and Onyx snorted. 

“I can’t believe you did this! I’m gonna save these forever.” He grinned as he looked from Pearl to the ice-cream. 

“Hello, old friend” Steven giggled before biting the ear of the cat, scrunching up the wrapper and also putting it into Onyx’s mane. 

“Right after I eat this one.” He tore the corner of the packaging, taking out the frozen snack. Onyx grabbed another, slipping the plastic into the abyss of his mane, the area he put it in glowing red. He licked his chops and took a large bite of the ice cream.

“Ooh! So good!” Steven smiled, tossing his head back as he chewed. Onyx’s brow quirked up at a small flash of light off to his left. He looked down, seeing Steven’s gem start to glow under his shirt. 

“I like to eat the ears first!” Steven said, looking up at Onyx. The gems looked at eachother, eyes widening at the glow that enveloped the room. Amethyst glanced at Garnet before turning back. 

“Uh, Steven?” 

“Wah? My gem!” He shouted, looking down at his naval and lifting up his shirt. 

“Your weapon! Try and summon it!” Onyx yelled, eating the rest of the ice-cream quickly.

“I-I don’t know how!” The glow began to recede. 

“Aah!! It’s fading!” He yelled worriedly, startling the gems. 

“How do I make it come back!?” He asked, looking from gem to gem. 

“Calm down, Steven.” Pearl raised her hands up.

“Breath, don’t force it.” Steven bit his bottom lip and glanced around. 

“Yeah, and try not to poop yourself either” Amethyst snickered. 

“Yeah… Don’t.. Don’t do that” Onyx narrowed his eyes and stepped back a little. The glow of Steven’s gem began to recede until it faded completely. They sighed and Steven slumped to the floor with a groan. 

“I was really close that time” He sulked. 

“Can one of you just explain how to summon a weapon?”

“Pay attention to these petals, Steven.” Pearl gestured to the petals falling from the tree behind her. A petal landed on Onyx’s muzzle and he stared at it cross-eyed before he snapped it into his mouth. He chewed and winced at the taste, spitting it out quickly.

“Oh! I’ll go first!” Pearl said in a sing-song voice, raising up her hand. 

“The petal’s dance seems improvised, but it is being calculated in real time based on the physical properties of this planet.” 

“With hard work and dedication, you can master the magical properties of your gem and perform your own dance!” Pearl explained eagerly. She put her hands up to her gem, quickly and elegantly summoning her spear. A petal landed in her open palm as she opened her eyes.

Steven, Onyx, and Amethyst are standing outside the Big Donut, Amethyst and Onyx eating chocolate donuts. Steven threw his handful of petals into the air, attempting to summon his weapon. 

“Like so” Steven looked down at the ground and scooped a few petals into his arms. 

“Did Pearl tell you guys the petal thing?” Amethyst asked, swallowing a piece of her donut.

“Mhm! I need to practice really hard so I can dance like a tree! I think…” 

“Yeah, I was gonna tell him that he won’t be able to do it the way Pearl does, but I like seeing him try so hard.” Onyx whispered. 

“Listen Steven.” Amethyst called out to him, taking another bite of her donut. 

“All that ‘practice’ stuff is no fun. Whenever I need to summon my weapon, it just happens.” She brought a hand over to her gem and summoned her whip, smashing into a dumpster and splitting it in half. 

“See? Didn’t try at all.” She shrugged and Steven scratched at his scalp. Lars came running from the backdoor of the shop.

“So, I’m supposed to work really hard and not try at all at the same time?” Steven asked, looking up at Garnet. 

“Again?!” He yelled, dropping the bag of trash he was carrying. 

“Yes” Garnet responded curtly.

“Or” She started as she saw Steven’s confused expression. 

“You can link your mind with the energy of all existing matter channeling the collective power of the universe through your gem, which results in.” She moves her arms and body beautifully, ending the dance by summoning her gauntlets. 

“Okay Onyx, how do you do it?’ Steven looked up at him from the couch in the temple. 

“At least that’s my way of doin it.” 

“Well, it’s a little bit of everyone’s and also, not. My dance appears improvised, it flows uncharted, but I’m choosing each step quickly and carefully like Pearl."

"It also looks like I don’t exactly try, like Amethyst. During an attack we didn’t plan for, my dance is quick and swift."

"And sometimes, I can harness the power in my mind, and channel my emotions straight through my gem to summon my weapon. Summoning a weapon is different for everybody. Pearl tries hard, Amethyst doesn’t try at all, I have no idea what Garnet does, and I try to get a feel of my emotions, but I'm still figuring it out. So, you can’t listen to me, Pearl, Amethyst, or Garnet about this because it’s unique.” Onyx explained before standing up quickly. He throws one arm out, then the other and slams his hands together, creating sparks that fly out and dwindle down against the floor. He brings his hands down to his naval before throwing them up and opening them, revealing a large black ax to Steven.

“I think my best bet is to recreate what happened the last time my gem glowed.”

“That’s so cool!” Steven exclaimed, reaching out to grab it. Onyx set the ax carefully in Steven’s hands and chuckled as he struggled to wield the heavy weapon. 

“So… Garnet and Amethyst were here..” Amethyst jumped up onto the counter and Garnet crept up to her side. 

“Pearl was next to the fridge, and Onyx was right over by the dishes” Steven rested his chin on a palm and looked around. 

“Amethyst, I think your arms were crossed.” He pointed a finger at her, causing her to startle slightly but still cross her arms. 

“Okay, your Majesty.” She teased. 

“And Pearl, your foot was like this…” He adjusted her foot slightly.

“I don’t think it works this way, Steven.” Pearl said softly. 

“And, Onyx! Your tail went like this!” He grabbed his tail softly, making it bend at the tip. Onyx snickered at the feeling. 

“And Garnet… Uhm… Uhhh… Yeah.” Onyx laughed as Garnet just let Steven mold her face. Steven then opened the freezer and retrieved his half eaten Cookie Cat. 

“Then I took a bite of this Cookie Cat!” 

“Oh! You sang the song first!” Onyx reminded him.

“Oh yeah! Uh, he’s a frozen treat, all new taste, interstellar war, and now available at Gergins!” 

“Aw… It was funnier last time…” Steven sulked. 

“Maybe I’m not a real Crystal Gem…” 

“Oh don’t be silly, Steven” Pearl tried to reassure him, sitting down with her legs under her. 

“Of course you are! I think so at least.” Onyx knelt down next to him. 

“And you’re fun to have around! Even if your gem is useless.” Amethyst teased, earning a growl from Onyx and a glare from Pearl. 

“I-I mean, you’re one of us, Steven! We’re not the Crystal Gems without you!” She corrected. Garnet nodded quietly and placed her hands on her hips. 

“Yeah.. Even if I don’t have powers, I’ve still got… Cookie Cat!” Steven yelled. Onyx burst out laughing, his tail, now engulfed in flames, lashing around. 

“Mm! So good!” Steven’s gem began to glow, donning everything in pink. 

“Oh my gosh..” Onyx exclaimed as a shield with the pattern of a rose with vines swirling around it was projected from his gem. 

“It’s a shield! It’s gorgeous!!” He moved closer to observe the shield closer. Steven opened his mouth and gasped. 

“What?! I get a shield?! Ohhhhhh yeah!” He jumped up and threw his limbs out happily. The shield shot out and bounced off the walls of the house. Onyx eagerly ran after it, leaping from wall to wall and beam to beam. He jumped once more and caught the shield in his mouth before slamming snout first into a wall and falling from the loft. Pearl groaned and shook her head, scowling as Amethyst started cackling. 

“Oh! Cookie Cat! I summon my weapon by eating ice-cream!” 

“No, Steven. You cannot summon your shield by eating ice-cream. It probably releases- oh nevermind, you wouldn’t understand.” Onyx tried to explain. 

“What’s in these things?” Pearl muttered, picking up the wrapper from the floor. The sound of rumbling picks up and the Gems look towards one of the windows. Centipeetles of all sizes are climbing up the outside of the temple. A giant shadow crawls up the window, screaming, growling, and roaring. The shield that Onyx was holding then dissipated. 

“What was that?!” Steven yelled as the gems sprinted outside. 

“It’s the mother.” Garnet said quickly. She jumped up the temple, getting ready to attack as Steven looked up smiling. 

“Stay in the house, Steven.” Pearl ordered.

“No way! I’m coming too!” He ran inside and grabbed multiple ice-creams from the freezer, some extension cords, and the Cookie Cat freezer. Onyx jumped onto the head of the monster, digging his claws into it to hold himself steady enough to summon his ax. 

Garnet jumped in front of the beast, kicking it in the face and leading it off the cliff. Onyx yelped and latched on with his hands, hooking those claws into it as well. Amethyst and Pearl quickly followed after them, landing in front of the monster along with Onyx who leapt off. 

It hissed and reeled back, spitting out acid and tearing up the earth that the gems jumped away from. Acid dripped from its mouth like drool as it whipped around to watch the gems hide behind a hand that fell from the temple. It spat out more acid, beginning to disolve the stone. 

“We could really use Steven’s shield right about now!” Amethyst suggested, hiding underneath Onyx as acid began to spill out from the chinks. 

“Hey!” Steven yelled, throwing a large rock at the monster’s head. He set the freezer down and rested his hand on it .

“Leave them alone!” 

“Steven! No!” Yelled the gems. Onyx quickly jumped over Amethyst and ran over to Steven, skidding to a halt behind him. 

“Cookie Cat crystal-combo powers, activate!” Steven yelled. Onyx looked down at him, giving him a nod of encouragement. Steven nodded back and took a bite of his ice-cream, looking up at the monster. He lifted his shirt up as he chewed, revealing his gem. He then looked down when nothing happened, confused as to why his shield was not summoning. 

“Uh oh.” He dropped his shirt and picked up the freezer, gasping as Onyx lifted him up onto his shoulders and ran, just as the Centipeetle’s jaws snapped shut close behind them. Onyx skidded to a halt at Steven’s command, him on the ground along with the freezer. 

“We need to save Steven!!” Pearl yelled, her expression quickly falling as the monster bit at the statue. 

“Can we save ourselves first?” Amethyst asked snarkily, looking up. 

“Goodbye, my friends..” Steven mumbled, eating more ice-cream. 

“Steven, you’re gonna get sick..” Onyx said worriedly, patting his back. 

“Why isn’t it working?!” Steven groaned, looking at the Centipeetle with a mouthful of chocolate. It roared and spat, the spray barely avoided by Onyx tackling Steven out of the way. 

“Steven! Onyx!” Garnet called out to them before the monster snapped at her. She grunted as she caught the pinschers in her hands, holding them open. Onyx groaned and rolled onto his back, revealing Steven covered in dirt and sand, but unharmed. Steven gasped as he saw the freezer, broken and melted from the powerful acid. 

“No! On, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!” Steven picked himself up and raced over to the freezer. He kneeled down and poked at it, earning a small shock.

“Onyx. Lift me.” He said with his eyes squeezed shut. Onyx picked him up and set him on his shoulders. 

“Cookie Cat. He’s a pet for your tummy.” He sang as Onyx took a running start. 

“Cookie Cat! He’s super-duper yummy!” Onyx sped up, kicking up loads of sand. 

“Cookie Cat! He left his family behind!” Steven reeled his hands back, ready to throw the freezer. 

“Cookie Ca-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-t!!” He swung the freezer as hard as it could, causing the monster to shriek, being electrocuted harshly. 

“Now available… Nowhere..” He sulked as Onyx set him down, looking up at the scene as he dropped to his knees. 

“Yes!” Amethyst yelled in amazement. 

“Gems, weapons” Garnet commanded.

“Let’s do it.” Pearl and Amethyst nodded before racing off to finish the monster. The gem fell and landed in front of Onyx who bubbled it and sent it off. Steven pushed a small pile of dirt over a make-shift grave for an empty Cookie Cat wrapper. 

“Farewell, sweet Cookie Cats.. I’ll always remember the time we spent together.” Steven said, beginning to tear up. He placed a leaf atop the grave and his stomach growled.

“Shh. Hush now.” He held his stomach tightly. 

“Are you crying?” Amethyst asked, bending down beside him. 

“Only a little!!” 

“Guess that means your powers don’t come from ice-cream.” Onyx teased, ruffling Steven’s hair. 

“Of course they don’t come from ice-cream.” Pearl narrowed her eyes at him.

“No need for worrying, Steven. I bet you’ll figure it out soon.”

“Yes. In your own Steveny way.” Garnet smiled down at him. 

“I’m okay, guys! I just- I think I ate too many Cookie Cats..” The gems laughed and Onyx took him over to the sea to throw up.

[alexis-royce]

just beat nonplatonic forms! i could have sworn you had anon asks on (i never send asks off anon, ever, because i get scared) but that game went so hard ill take the nonanonymous hit just to say Wow bro that game went hard. im out here stirring up a cloud of dust like a gmod ragdoll being dragged into the ground about it, complete with the source engine flesh impact sfx. the themes. the concepts. its like you took all the cool weird deity shit sort of themes from TSP and just ran with em as if this were a heist on the worlds biggest bank and you had just nabbed the Comically Large Gem. its like if you gave a dog one of those peanut butter licker things, and then took that away and just gave it the whole damn jar instead. its like christmas morning out here for me specifically. and thats not good because im shredding fucking wrapping paper all over ur living room now. if youve got a feedback form let me know, i caught like 2 maybe 3 typos and had a couple thoughts roll through my head like tumbleweeds while i was playing. anyway basically TL;DR i like your game :) <- (unhinged about it)

I sporadically turn an0ns on and off to discourage overfamiliar messages, but this has me thinking maybe I need to turn them back on. I need to study this syntax under a god-damned microscope until I can replicate it. I love it. It compels me.

Anyway feel free to post them in my gamedev discord if you feel comfortable, we talk about Lupin III and the occasional video game in there and people can help out with some of the games early:

But folks can also just DM me bugs and typos if you find them, that’s helpful too!

[misunder-stand]

I just found ur blog yesterday, and it's such an underrated gem! I'm curious though, what do you think about the dynamic between Koichi and Rohan?

I love their dynamic, honestly.

This grown ass man's best friend is basically Hirose Koichi, a highschooler. I do get that Rohan is near-obsessive over Koichi, however.

Koichi also serves as a moral compass to our favorite spider licker ✨It's clear that Rohan holds more respect to him than any of the other Morioh inhabitants (perhaps with the exception of Tsussardi Tonio)

By the end of Diamond is Unbreakable, one look from Koichi is able to make him confess an attachment to Sugimoto Reimi (JoJo Wiki).

It is also noted that In Thus Spoke Kishibe Rohan, Koichi lets Rohan stay in his house after he went bankrupt (Episode 2, Mutsu-Kabe Hill).

Still, I'm not exactly sure if a friendship like this in real life would work out as well. If someone licked a spider in front of me, I'd be running for the hills🗿

[pacexlikexaxghost]

❝I'm a Crystal Gem; protecting and helping Earth and the people of it is my job!❞

He bids them goodbye, and runs to the Big Donut to get a Lion Licker for Lion.

❝Finally moving on from Cookie Cat, Steven?❞ Sadie asks, and he shakes his head forlornly.

❝Never! I have a traitor in the family, and I promised him one as a treat.❞

❝Your... Dad?❞ Sadie guesses. That's the only he in Steven's family, right?

❝No, my pet Lion.❞ Steven grins. ❝Have a good day, Sadie!❞

He heads home, giving the treat to Lion, and he loves it. Why, Steven doesn't understand, but whatever floats his boat.

❝Valor and Flicker are going to come up whenever they're done on the Beach to see fusion. Is Amethyst around? I wish Connie was still here; she wanted to see it.❞

❝Connie has the whole summer to see it any time Steven,❞ Pearl says, looking up from her mopping. ❝And yes, she's in the temple. I offered to clean her room a little and she threw a crumpled up empty chip bag at me...❞

❝You know Amethyst doesn't like her room clean!❞

❝Mm. Yes, I know.❞

She likes cleaning though. And still coming down from a meltdown like that, it feels good to do something she likes. Something simple, like making the living space neat and organized. She's feels in control when she's cleaning.

❝The point is, that she's around and available whenever they do come up.❞

"Well, yeah-" And titan didn't that perfectly describe how he was in the coven? Even after the coven. It took a lot of work for him to stop immediately assuming the worst out of every new person he met. "-but you don't. You're out there wanting to help people you don't even know, unabashedly, and you're excited about it. Not everyone is like that."

Steven was still young. He hoped the world wouldn't crush him like it did to Valor. He hoped he'd get to keep the attitude he had now.

"Well, you better go get him one then!" Flicker said. "We'll meet back up with you by your house when we're done here to see the fusion."

[dolciume]

@Shinigami-thighs sure has carved out a unique profession for herself - professional toilet seat licker of this d-e-a-d-poet guy. Congratulations! She must feel like she is really achieving something of great worth with her life, entertaining d-e-a-d-poet guy absolutely for free. I'm sure her family is so very proud of all the lip service she is providing.

please seek institutional help, he will never speak to you again and genuinely dislikes you. i don’t know him personally but i’m sure he thinks you’re a stain on his life rather than a gem or someone to care for. leave it to die

[fedine]

*nuzzles you* hi! do yuo do rp? OwO

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[nortromthesilencer]

1 2 3 4 Lyra is a fan of vore! 5 6 7 8 Lyra gets off when you get ate!

[[ I have my own cheerleader. Even if incorrect, this cheer is mine. ]]

[archivalofsins]

Kotoko second trial interrogation question two be like. Oh no, more shit I knew and pointed out already. Kotoko, I feel I've gotten to know you so well over this short period of time.

Q.02 Have you heard of the "Justice Alliance"?

Kotoko: What. I don’t know what that is but it’s probably useless if they need to band together to achieve justice.

Merriam-Webster, Cambridge Dictionary, Google Oxford Languages Definition

20/07/01

Mikoto: Hey, hey, Koto-chan. I’ve been thinking this ever since I first heard your name, but don’t you think the names “Mikoto” and “Kotoko” kinda sound like siblings? Kotoko: No. Mikoto: Don’t say that! Let’s get along well from here on as the Koto-Koto combo! Kotoko: I’m not doing that.

Union buster, boot licker I feel like I've used these descriptors before too actually. But I have no clue where at this point, I talk a lot of shit about Kotoko and every other character here. So, that's not surprising but like would be nice to find it eventually. I've been looking for it but no dice.

She blatantly says whatever this group was doing was more than likely useless because they needed to band together to do it. Directly reinforcing her actions and statements towards Mikoto have highlighted Kotoko does not believe in unionizing or allying herself with other individuals. In fact, she thinks doing so is a sign of weakness.

She has a "Fusion is a cheap tactic to make weak gems stronger mindset." Children programs from decades ago far before the one I just referenced have proven her wrong. That's wild. Oh, but she wanted to team up with Milgram and work beneath Es. That's not an alliance that's a business relationship but alliances can be with corporations too.

Yes, they can be. However, alliances between a corporate entity and those made amongst individuals are different. Kotoko's answer is highlighting that she recognizes the difference between the two and does not think favorably of a bunch of individuals banding together to fight evil.

Which goes well with her previous statements about how she never asked for anyone else's opinion in her second glitched voice line. Then why in her second voice drama she states that Es should just stop thinking about all of this and leave everything to her. Because Kotoko is not aligning herself with individuals she does not have to take said individuals opinions into account. She just needs access and backing from entities that will allow her to either gain power or have closer proximity to it.

This could be applied to why she refers to Es as Prisoner 011 and puts Milgram before them when discussing whom she's working with. Because like many of the other prisoners she's come to recognize that Es isn't the one in power here Milgram is.

22/08/05 (Kazui’s Birthday)

Kotoko: ……Mukuhara Kazui. Thanks to you, I wasn’t able to properly serve justice to those who did something unforgivable. I’m currently acting as an agent for our prison guard Es. Don’t get in my way next time. Kazui: Oi oi, don’t be silly, Yuzuriha-chan. There’s no way I could just look away from your outrageous display of violence. Anyway, even disregarding the fact violence against those voted guilty isn’t a part of Milgram’s system, what you’re doing is just acting recklessly based on a broad interpretation. As long as I’m free myself, I’ll stop you. Kotoko: ……what a pointless argument. Hmph. Since Es forgives you, I have no choice but to forgive you myself too. If you to keep to your words, then you’d best do what you can to keep being forgiven. If you’re not, then next time you’ll be one of my targets. Kazui: Oh, how scary. That girl truly is frightening. ……well then, I wonder what the guard will decide to do with me. That’s the one thing I really can’t make out. Honestly……

This plays into why Kazui highlights what she's doing isn't apart of Milgram's System instead of calling to attention the guard didn't ask her to do any of this. Because he recognizes the guard's opinion to her is secondary to Milgram's rules. Something Kotoko has no issue highlighting herself when she states that Kazui is making a pointless argument.

His argument is pointless because Milgram is neither in favor of them using violence against each other nor against it. The only time that this behavior is prohibited is during the trials when the prisoners can't attack to harm or injury each other but only to incapacitate. As shown in Kazui and Mikoto's first voice dramas. Yet anything goes after the trials have concluded.

So, Kotoko hasn't broken any rules. She highlights that it isn't exactly not allowed either later just as she did with the rooms not having locks in her trial one interrogation. Because Milgram allows the prisoners to attack each other as long as there is no trial going on, their cells have no locks, and the facility has given them a supply closet full of tools at their disposal to use how they see fit.

Kotoko's free to do as she pleases just like everyone else is. Her mindset is if Milgram were against any of them acting in this way it would have stated such or enacted measures against such behavior. Since the facility hasn't and has instead made it easier for people to act in such a way that means what she's doing isn't incorrect or prohibited exactly.

Kotoko regards Milgram first when talking to Mikoto on her birthday, further emphasizing how she's come to understand the hierarchy in this situation. Milgram is at the top, then Es after, and then her. This is why she makes a bid in trial two to be allowed to be the guard instead of Es who she doubts can do a good job. Though this is something she's wanted from the beginning.

22/12/15 (Kotoko’s Birthday)

Mikoto: Ah, Koto-chan. It’s been a while. Both of us have kinda split off from the group, but how’ve things been? A lot’s happened, but for now let’s try to get along. I mean, it’s your birthday today, right? I got the feeling nobody else was going to do anything, so I came to celebrate. Kotoko: ……how carefree. It doesn’t matter, a villain like you won’t be forgiven next time either. And when that time comes, it’ll be the end for you. I’ll make sure of it myself. Mikoto: Ahh?? Just try and do it, you nutjob. I’ll crush anyone who hurts me…… You’re gonna be totally beaten at your own game……![TN: The word “me” here uses first person pronoun “boku”.] Kotoko: Hm. The border between the two is getting a lot vaguer. Your entire existence is a crime. And I will see you’re punished for it. That is what Milgram, and Es, and I have chosen.

If the Justice Alliance were a real entity with renown and power as Milgram has proven itself to be she'd respect it more. Hell, if Milgram was called the Justice Alliance instead of Milgram, she'd be all for the Justice Alliance. Just like she was quick to respect Es enough to offer teaming up with them for their benefit of course yet when Mikoto someone in the same situation she is in offered to join forces with her she brushed it off completely.

Because to her the fact that he wants to team up already means he's weak. Which given the whole I'll beat you at your own game thing might not have been a good assumption to make. Especially since in that Birthday interaction between the two Mikoto is quick to highlight that neither of them really has allies at the moment.

Though taking into consideration Kotoko's talk with Haruka it's hard to say she's completely isolated.

Ultimately my point is that people who ignore, belittle, and further dehumanize others going through the same circumstances as them to better align themselves to the groups in power or differentiate themselves from the bad ones... Are not individuals likely to consider independent unions/alliances made by weaklings (people living under an abusive system who do not have the power to change it on their own in this case) dependent of the status quo a legitimate means of fixing the situation or obtaining their goal.

To change things, they believe the most important thing is power and they will position themselves in whatever way that allows them to get more of that. So, Kotoko and Haruka working together makes sense because like Haruka said in his second voice drama-

He can kill anything smaller than him and Kotoko did kind of fail at doing that during the first trial intermission. Because she just didn't have enough power.

It's good to see that she's still the same person as usual. Though I wonder how that's going to work out for Amane. Since she's the antithesis of Kotoko's mindset. Plus, she's actively been trying to align herself with others more to spread her beliefs.

It really all depends on how well those efforts to sway people to her side works out and how many people she gets on board.

[a-second-chance-su-au]

Spinel, have you ever tried lion lickers? If yes, what's your opinion about it?

Well when you put it that way...

[antigemsteven]

CHAPTER 3

Later…

Steven doesn't get out of the house much, he mostly waits for the gems to come back home each day. He spends his days playing with action figures, watching tv, or reading books. He doesn't like reading too many books however, because most of the ones the gems have are about war, which makes him very uncomfortable, almost nostalgically so.

Greg comes to visit every weekend, and he always brings his guitar and a treat, usually lion lickers. They’re his favorite treat. Steven loves the gems, and his father very much. They, however… Everyone who speaks with Steven always leaves kind of nervous: on edge if you will. Steven’s a sweet kid, but there’s something about his eyes that just oozes something frightening. At first glance, they aren’t exactly inhuman, but you can tell somethings off. Like his eyes aren't his, just in him.

His irises are bright pink. And everytime he’s upset, they glow with pupils the shapes of diamonds.

[incorrectbatfam]

Tim being a middle child?

Even though he could buy new clothes, Tim still gets hand-me-downs from Dick and Jason, except he wears it better and it pisses them off to no end

Alfred gave Damian an earful for letting the dog pee in the rose bush. It was Tim. He got locked out and was desperate

He's allowed to experiment with cooking because no one's noticed enough to tell him not to. And when he inevitably fails, he can just go, "Alfred, Bruce set the eggs on fire again!"

Tim gives the best song recs. He gets some of his taste from his siblings, but he also has a lot of hidden gems to himself because no one ever asks.

He has to be Player 2 when he's playing against his older siblings, but gets to be Player 1 with the younger ones

Tim had a whole Led Zeppelin tribute concert in the shower and no one noticed

Sometimes he sneaks bugs into Barbara's code when it's in the alpha phase, hides in the rafters, and films her reaction

Middle kids always end up in the back on long drives, but Tim quickly learns he has the power to withhold the snacks from everyone else and can lay across the seat

It's tradition for each kid to go on a fishing trip with Clark in their first year as a vigilante, but Tim never got to because of everything that was happening at that time—even Damian had gone despite being a vegan. So on the anniversary of Kon's death, Tim snuck out the house and spent the whole day with Clark in the middle of the lake, nibbling on Ma's pie and exchanging fond memories

He's the only one to successfully keep a physical diary, where he writes juicy details like what Steph's hiding in her case file or where Alfred goes between exactly 12:03 and 12:34 PM every day

He stole Jason's copy of Pride and Prejudice. Like literally walked out of Jason's room with it in plain view and Jason didn't see him

Tim's used to mediating arguments between his siblings, and that translates to mediating a couple's quarrel between Harley and Ivy whilst fighting other bad guys

He dyed his hair green for a week and the only person who said anything was Duke, a fellow middle kid who also got a bright yellow streak without anyone noticing

Tim "accidentally" left Damian at Target and Dick took the heat

He played a tree in Jason's home rendition of Hamlet

He stole a piece from every jigsaw puzzle in the house and he's waiting for the day someone tries to complete one

Steph wanted to do the thing where she walks around and plays chess with everyone at the same time. Tim moves her pieces when no one's looking

Everyone thinks Cass is the brownie batter spoon licker. She's not

Tim hides the remote control batteries in the cushions and suddenly he gets a front row seat to WrestleMania

He's gotten a lot of embarrassing pictures of Batman

Tim isn't in many home movies because he's always behind the camera, but that doesn't stop the others from stealing it and shoving him into the frame every now and then

[steven-cubed-au]

(A challenger approaches! Who is it? The Mystery Gems AU blog! Here to join the war between Cookie Cats and Lion Lickers!!)

@steven-cubed-au

We heard there was a war? We thought we could bring a treat?

We made them ourselves! / They’re super good!

I grew up with them both myself, honestly it was hard to decide a favorite! So honestly both Cookie Cats and Lion Lickers are my favorite-!

(Our) Steven wanted us to try them ourselves, but neither of the name brand are actually available in Gravity Falls-

So instead, we just decided to make them ourselves! They’re really really good! Don’t let their shape bug you!

— They’re homemade - Cookie Cats are chocolate, vanilla and strawberry with some chocolate syrup on them— the Lion Lickers aren’t popsicles like their predecessors, but ice cream sandwiches- they’d honestly melt everywhere if they did make them exactly the same? — Theyre graham cracker, vanilla and carmel!—

Trust me when I say we did try and make the Lion Lickers popsicles too, but they never worked out? They always melted or tasted really funny? - We didn’t think anyone would mind a different iteration of them- they’re a lot easier to store, too

Don’t mind they’re not exactly- perfect- but they taste just as good as the originals! As far as I can remember anyways hah-

A special note from us mods, too, from here at Mystery Gems ❤️

Bonus, non-MG related thing:

— Starring personified versions of both mascots - I’m not sure if Lion Lickers ever had more than the face, but I needed something for Cookie Cats that didn’t make them look absolutely manic —

They’re fighting because of me, again, Cat

It’s okay, Lion, it’s not because of you—

What if it gets bad again?

Then we can step in

I hope they know we’re friends, now

Better safe than never, if they don’t

— I should apologize- This all started because I didn’t want a rival while I was on earth! Lion was never a threat, they never did anything wrong- the last thing I want is for people to think we’re still fighting? We’ve been at peace for a long time now—

— Ah, Cat, you don’t need to apologize! I stepped in on your space! I didn’t mean to take over like I did- They’re right though! We don’t want you fighting because of us!!—

— And if you’re being threatened by any cookie cats who look like me, they’re an imposter!! We only want what’s best for Steven of any age and universe!—

— ❤️ @someordinaryartists (it’s me!! I’m the ordinary artist!!) I see a lot of people from my side of the pond are at yours, and we wanted to send a gift of peace- I hope all is well in the Steven Cubed blog universe! Lots of love from the Mods at Mystery Gems❤️—

[love-takes-work]

My Top 20 Steven Universe Recipes 

(Not in any order)

Gem Harvest Cake - “Gem Harvest”

Cookie Cat - “Gem Glow”

Snack Sushi - “Cooking With Lion”

Strawberry Battlefield Cake - “Serious Steven”

Square Pizza - “Keystone Motel”

Mozzarella Sticks - “Restaurant Wars”

Jungle Moon Fruit - “Jungle Moon”

Lion Lickers - “Nightmare Hospital” (the first time one was eaten)

Burrito Pizza with Chips - “Bismuth”

Marshmallows - “Winter Forecast”

Breadsticks - “Fusion Cuisine”

Fry Bits - “Laser Light Cannon”

Fire Salt Donuts - “Joking Victim”

Nut-Dog - “Lion 3: Straight to Video”

Cookie Cake - “Steven’s Birthday”

Connie’s Smoothie - “Sworn to the Sword”

Chaaaaps - “Monster Buddies”

Three-Way Sub - “Say Uncle”

Together Breakfast - “Together Breakfast”

Hotteok & Banana Milk - “Steven’s Dream”

[yandere-wishes]

⭐Yandere Joestars⭐

(Parts 1-7 + Bonus Charcter: Joseph and Johnny’s characterizations are based off @dear-yandere​ ‘s interperations) I tried to write this mostly in the Joestars' POV. Their respective darlings resemble lifelike dolls rather than human beings to further illustrate how out of touch with reality the Jojos have become.

Warnings: Gore, kidnapping, dehumanization.

Edited: By the amazing Peri!! (@tealyjade-libran )

⭐Jonathan Joestar is possessive. ⭐

It's only when you lose something, that you start to cherish it...

It's an old saying, one that Jonathan remembers from an antique storybook his mother use to read him. It didn't mean anything back then, when he was still an infant too young and new, to fully comprehend what "owning" and "losing" was. But as the years ticked by faster than any clock could keep track of, things started to change. What had once been a passing quote in a chivalrous story about knights and dragons, soon turned into the epitome of Jonathan Joestar's life. 

Soon love wasn't about saving a princess or impressing the neighborhood girls with his boxing skills. No, all too soon love became about own and guarding. 

There may have been a time -long before "Jojo" and Dio met- when Jonathan was just like any other gentleman. Tender and sweet, flirtish at gatherings and charming in ladies' companies...but that was a Jonathan from a could-be-past that had been demolished the minute Dio Brando stepped foot onto the Joestar estate. From then on things depleted all so quickly. Everything Jonathan had come to unconsciously cherished had been so easily stripped from him by his beloved new "brother". 

Everything he loved had been killed, destroyed, or broken in some inhuman way. His friends had abandoned him, his lover had distorted him, his father didn't even notice him...

"It's only when you lose something, that you start to cherish it". The second time he hears that phrase, it freezes him to the pavement, his body star-struck like he just received a message from the heavens. Although it's rather peculiar, why "heaven" would convey a message to him in such an unholy place. 

With Dio having practically kicked Jonathan out of the mansion and countryside. Jojo had no other place to go but the back allies of London. Sure he still tried to be home for supper and bedtime and any other time his father may get an inkling of his absence. But when there was no need to 'appear' Jonathan took to the London streets away from Dio and his lackeys. 

In fate's bizarre game, it's in a backstreet that reeks of days old licker and rotting flesh of paupers that no one has bothered to bury. That Jojo hears that life-defining idiom once more. His dulling sapphire blue eyes follow the mist of those melodious words. Staring until they're practically itching to cut through his sockets and run after those little words. But they stop right before they can leave their eyelets, they stop and stare at the figure that strolls out of the shadows, in such a way, that would make Jojo's father slap him across the face for being "barbarous".  

It's luck or fate or maybe even destiny that leads the heir of the Joestar legacy to meet his darling in the slums of England. 

"How my heart resonates when I lay my weary eyes on your enchanting face..."

There's an odd sweetness about the naivety that surrounds his little friend. A sort of innocence that comes with not knowing about the hell that he's gone through. It's charming in a moderate way, his darling can't come to despise him if they haven't got a clue who he is. Keeping both his worlds as far apart as possible is really the only option left. Dio and his friends can't hurt his new friend? Lover? Companion? In actuality, Jonathan really doesn't know what you are to him. At first, you're merely a distraction from his crumbling, lonely shell of an existence. A sort of invisible pillar holding up London's bridge before it collapses into the  River Thames. Sure he views you as another person, unlike the other noblemen Jonathan has no desire to treat you as anything less than a respectable young lady despite your social statutes. 

 Dio can have the noblemen and ladies, he can have all of George's affection and favor, Heck Dio can have the whole goddamn world for all Jonathan cares. So long as he has his darling, his sunflower, his only means for living, then he will be content. 

Jojo lost everything he once loved, but he swears it to every star in the night sky that'll preserve his darling from the wickedness that runs this cruel world. He'll cherish her while she's still in his arms...

He'll protect her, just like the knights did in the old bedtime stories his mother would tell him. 

"...I swear on my honor as a Joestar that I shall never lose you to the likes of anyone, I'll be a true gentleman, a true knight and I'll protect you from any who wishes cause you harm."

⭐Joseph Joestar is Protective and all so patronizing.⭐

Why must Love hurt so much?

It's solitude, pure utter solitude that attracts Joseph to his darling. Oh sure, he must have known them from an earlier time in his life, back when the words Hammon and Ripple just sounded like fancy dessert names. Back when he was still a naive kid wishing on every goddamn star that he could just meet one of his parents for a fraction of a second. Back when life was easy when everything made sense. That's when he first met his darling. Although all so many years ago he probably just thought of them as the little sister he never got a chance of having. 

There's a numbness growing inside him now that his life has slipped off its axes, hurling into unknown darkness that plagues him in the form of Pillarmen and red gems. 

Everywhere he looks there's a reminder that nothing's going back to the way it used to be. No waking up to Granny Erina's voice calling him down for breakfast, no running around chasing Old Man Speedwagon. Everything is gone, replaced by Lisa Lisa's brutal training and Ceaser's endless taunting. 

Day by day nothing changes, but once he looks back every little thing is different. Ruptured and mangled into something unrecognizable. 

But then there's his darling. Someone -or rather something- that's still the same. Just like before. Her smile is still the same as ever, bright and cheery as she runs up to him wrapping her arms around his abdomen muttering about how much she missed her "Dear Big Brother".

(Y/N) is a comfort, a familiarity in a strange new world. She's something so frail and vulnerable, not to mention naive. Thrusted into a world where horror writers don't dare venture into. It's so likely that she'd be captured by one of Kar's zombie vampire things or -even worse- charmed by Caesar’s silver tongue. 

It's thoughts like these that haunt Joseph at night, keep him up and wandering into her room just to gaze at her sleeping form. He's lucid enough to know how it might look. Like he's the bad guy trying to take advantage of a defenseless little girl. But he can justify his actions, he's her big brother, he has to watch over especially when she's at her most vulnerable. If Ceaser ever tried anything or some vampire freak snatched her away in the dead of night, Joseph would never forgive himself!

But what does he get for all his efforts? What does he get for all his sleepless nights and hours upon hours of worrying? Just a small smile and a fleeting kiss on the cheek. No sincere, "Thank you big brother," or, "You're my hero Joseph!" Nothing, nothing worthwhile anyway. 

Now it's a competition, a battle to the death if it has to be -funny how he takes this more seriously than his match against Wamuu.- He's competitive by nature and he's willing to do anything to earn his darling's affection once more. He doesn't care who he has to beat within an inch of their life so long as he can have his darling back in his arms.

There is an aftermath to all of these, once all the fighting has ended and the battle's won. Once Joseph has finally claimed his prize. There's a certain way his darling has to act. She’s got to smile and play the role of the dotting little sister once more. Just so Joseph can justify his actions...

"And your next line is, 'I love you more than anything else big brother Joseph!'...at least I wish it was." 

⭐Jotaro Kujo is cold and sadistic.⭐

Never learned how to love...

A lover by Jotaro's book is nothing more than a walking, talking doll. Someone who cooks meals, irons clothes, and kisses him on the cheek before he leaves for the day. Sure they have other uses, in flares of passionate moments, they're something to hold onto, another pair of limbs to get tangled in. Something hot and solid, someone to push down, to weigh his force on. 

That's it, that's all there is to it...

A lover and a convenient toy are one of the same. 

He knows it's wrong to think about someone that way. To deprive a living thing of all their thoughts and feelings just so it's suitable for him. But at the end of the day who wants to hear idle chatter and gossip or go outside for walks in crowded areas. All too social, it's all so troublesome. All Jotaro wants is a closed-off life, away from the scums of the earth...away from people in general. 

It's such an inconvenience to seek out a lover, to hassle through dates and meetups in hopes of finding someone that clicks. Jojo would even go so far as to call it wishful thinking. So it has to be a pure accident that he even meets his darling. They're just someone who gets tangled in with the crusaders. A perfect living perception of 'wrong place, wrong time'. Someone who's life gets blown to bits and shambles just because fate decided to play a cruel joke on them. 

And that's what piqued Jotaro's interest. The desperate, depleted look of pain cemented over their face. The sparse dying gleam of determination that blazes within their eyes. Oh, what Jotaro wouldn't do to snuff that little ray of hope. To watch as what little purpose they have is ripped from their arms. What he wouldn't do to see them in pain...

Pain is submission, that's really all Jojo wants. A darling submits, not out of their own free will, but because every little thing they've ever loved has been slaughtered, all that they cherished has been stolen from them. 

But it's not enough 

It's never enough

Although Jotaro adores the looks of anguish that decorates his lover's face. There's something more satisfying about maltreating them. About leaving marks all over, about leaving bruises that never lose their violet glow. He's claiming his darling, physically and mentally. Not a single day goes that Jotaro doesn't remind his lover who they belong to. From verbal taunts that plague his darling's mind day and night, to punches that break bones leaving them paralyzed on the floor begging for help, to cuts that are just a little too deep to ever heal properly. 

Even when his darling is behaving, even when the poor little thing does everything her lover tells her to do, there's still going to be some sort of violence directed at her. Some backhanded remark about how useless they are just because they couldn't follow his mother's recipe. Some sort of blow just for greeting him 'too late'. Trivial things morph into punishments, just for Jotaro's sick amusement.

At his core, Jotaro is an unresponsive man, one with no regard for how others feel. He's distant, it's a trait he can't change. He likes how he does things, how there's no room for slip-ups when it's only him. Even his darling isn't someone he'd consider opening up to. Their opinion of him doesn't matter and their feelings are irrelevant. Most days he's gone until the last possible moment, leaving his darling an endless amount of time to mull over every word and scar. 

But here's the catch.

As the clock ticks by, as the nights and days begin to merge into an endless existence, as all hope burns in the pits of hell, darling's mind is also going to stray. Ever so slowly losing its perception of reality. 

'Maybe' spiders begin to spin webs of doubt through darling's empty cranium. The isolation begins to bite at her skin like the razor-sharp fangs of frostbite. They start to crave Jotaro's harsh touches, they start to miss the venom-like words. Every insult and slap to the face is welcomed, all the misplaced anger and death threats start to feel like sweet kisses and flowery touches. 

Poor darling no longer sees big scary Jotaro as a monster. They've lost the ability to see him for what he truly is.

And what happens when Jotaro does finally come home? Oh, how little (y/n) will ravish in the gut kicks and loathsome words. How she'll take every beating with a sweet sugar-coated smile.

Cause this is her life now. A meaningless existence that revolves around Jotaro and his bleak personality. A life that's only worth living when Jotaro is around.

Is it even a life?

"Yare yare daze you're such a hassle, be glad I keep you around...”

⭐Josuke is obsessive with delusional tendencies.⭐

Maybe I'm the one you'll fall in love with next...

Just like his "father" Joseph, Josuke is stuck in a perpetual state between diaphanous and phantasm.

There's something all too wrong with Morioh nowadays. The narrow streets and verbose buildings have started to feel like a transparent cage. The town has always been small, barely reaching a population of 3,000 despite all the new families that keep moving in.

Nevertheless, everything has dulled, faded, and withered into a monochrome collage. The layers of repetitiveness had finally begun to pick at Joskue's nerves...

And yet somehow, by some diabolical twist of fate. In the mists of the oceans of familiarity, Josuke’s eyes grab onto some shimmering pearl lounged into between the crowd of familiar faces. 

Sure he's seen this girl before, but he's never actually seen her. Never stopped to look at the odd way their eyes twinkle like newborn stars or how their skin shimmers with the glow of a thousand suns. 

One second is all it took, a fleeting compliment as you passed by Jojo in the peppermint flavored afternoon. Your hair flowing like a tapestry of the galaxy as you disappeared in the crowd of dead pulsars. Not a care in the world, not for him, not for anyone.  

Destiny was definitely up to its old cruel tricks again. 

He's not stalking. Josuke will swear on his grandfather's grave that he'd never "stalk" a harmless little girl, like some distorted maniac. He just happens to bump into you at the beauty parlor when he's picking up a new brand of hairspray. And it's totally an accident when he meets you out in the abandoned fields! Honest! It's not his fault fate wants the two of you to keep meeting, it's not his fault that you guys are meant to be!

It's not technically a friendship that you two start to build up, it's far from one. Friends don't dream about sugar-filled kisses behind school walls. Or about ice cream that tastes like scandalous touches and candy induced moans. No, Joskue isn't your friend, he NEVER wanted to be your friend. He knows that! He knows what he wants...but with each passing day, he's beginning to doubt that you know that. 

He'd never realized he's been so sensitive on you. So entranced by your out of tune voice that muttered rather than spoke. He's seldom been so eager to throw a punch and crack his knuckles on someone's skull, just for saying you looked "lovely today". 

Whenever his eyes don't land on you, a rage-filled volcano bubbles in the pit of his gut, uncontrollable anger that festers inside of him, like lava waiting to spill out and burn anyone that wanders too close. His palms itch with the need to hold you, to feel your soft skin rubbing against his. 

The jealousy is always there, pricking at his skin like rose thrones. Until they inevitably cut through his flesh and make him lose his composure. He's ready to kick and punch and hurt and kill anyone that comes too close to you, anyone that saunters off their orbit and makes a beeline for you, disturbing the balance of solitude that Josuke so eagerly sets you into.

Sometimes in the dead of night, when the world has finally dozed off, Joskue's mind begins to wonder. He thinks the way he feels about you is the same way an addict feels about his drugs. Maybe to him, you're even more addicting than heroin and ecstasy...and yet he can't quit you, he just doesn't want to quit you. Nothing in this world could compare to your sweet voice that tickles his ear when you lean in, to whisper a secret, or the may your full lips move when you throw another honey-filled insult at him. 

He prefers when you're alone when he's the only one you talk to. 

Sure there are exceptions like everything in life, although in the end  

there's a sort of backhanded irony.

It's those exceptions that are going to hurt him in the. 

Josuke trusts his friends, he knows that Okuyasu and Koichi would never do anything to hurt him...

But you're not on that list and to be fair you're surely the only one who can truly hurt him.

You fall for a friend of his. Not him, not the boy that's been driving himself insane just to earn a smile from you, not the boy that let you get away with insulting his hair and poking insults at his look, not him never him, it just can't be him.

"You're like an older brother to me"...Did you wash your mouth with acid before you spat those words at him? Did you intend to lace your words with knives and blades and rubbing alcohol before you stabbed him? It's figurative, sure. But it might as well be literal. No pain, no cut, no punch from any stand would ever hurt so much! You really don't know what you do to him, do you?

"I'm happy for you," it's a lie, blank and simple. Automatic words that he's practiced in the mirror a thousand and one times. He'd rather watch you suffocate on your own blood than in the arms of another man. He'd rather break every bone in your body than watch you kiss one of his friends. 

How on earth had he ever come to love you? Someone as cruel and cold. Were you even human? You resembled some ice stand more than a flesh and blood person. HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO HIM.

He really hadn't meant for it to become an addiction, he hadn't meant to get all so used to the crunch of bones beneath his foot, and the bloodied lips quivering, shuttering out apologizes for having the gall to utter your name in his presence. But there's only so much a teenage boy can take, only so much torture that he can bury inside with a moonlight smile. 

Addictions really do funny things to semi-sane people, huh?

It's a split-second decision, done in the heat of an all so regular moment. It's just a simple half-hearted punch when you beat him at another videogame. Then another

And another

And another

Then a crack, another and another, and before either of you knew it you're on the floor screaming out in pure agony. 

Josuke vows he's not being cruel when he breaks your bones so delicately. He can justify every crack, every fracture. Although it's rather repetitive and in certain cases borderline petty. 

Five broken bones on your left leg just for "kissing" your new boyfriend. Your right leg is bent at an angle you're sure it's not meant to be. All because you hugged said new lover before going to class. 

Josuke's once liquidy blue eyes that held the softness of clouds have been dulled over by a sort of thick mania. His once soft touch is nothing but nails digging into already bruised tissue. His lips wobbling as stray tears flow past his eyes. Muttering apologies and stuttering curses at both you and himself.

It's not really like his darling can leave after that incident. Josuke is known around town as the boy with a diamond heart. There's no way in hell anyone will believe what he did to you. It's just better, safer, to stick close to him, to swallow the indignities and paint a loving smile over your face when you gaze into his depraved eyes. 

It's better to pretend to love him, rather than have another limb broken...

"Come on (Y/N), it's just a little crack. If you promise to give me a tiny kiss I'll let Crazy Diamond fix you right up."

⭐Giorno Giovanna is sneaky and manipulative. ⭐

Sono pazzo di te. Sei la cosa più bella che mi sia mai capitata...

There's a sleekness to Giorno, a cunning that's hidden behind layers of charisma and charm mimicking that of his birth father's. It's so easy for him to fool his darling into believing that he's a charming prince from a storybook. He's the good guy trying all so damn hard to make his dream a reality. He's admirable, he's noble, he's Giorno Giovana, the golden boy.  

It's not like he ever intends to hurt his darling. He'd never dream of laying a hand on them, he's all too familiar with the wounds that come from endless beatings. The bruises and phantom pains, that get worse as the days slip by. He knows real pain, and unlike all so many others on both sides of his family, Giorno doesn't want his lover to experience an uncia of it. 

He'd never repeat what his stepfather and mother did to him. He's going to try and do everything he can to make sure that his darling is safe...

Because isn't that what's important? To make sure the one you love is safe. To make sure they don't get swept off their feet by some masquerading drunkard or taken advantage of by some fanciful sadist. 

Giorno will do anything to keep his darling safe, even if it means tampering with their mind a little. Nothing too serious, he'd never even considered changing anything about them. Although isolating them isn't completely off the table and a few verbal threats are fine from time to time. Just for precaution...

Giorno is a rather determined boy, he'll go to any lengths to isolate his lover. Scaring away friends by letting Gold Experience give them a small out of body experience. If they're persistent then he can't guarantee that that out-of-body experience will simply remain an experience much longer. It's not out of malice, but it's what must be done for the sake of his darling, the only other thing he cares about.

There's a shift, a difference between the young naive Giorno Giovanna, the golden boy with starry eyes, and the new boss of Passione, the Mafioso who holds the whole country in the palm of his hand. 

Oh sure, as a simple Soldato Giorno was dangerous in his own right. But Don Giorno? He's the sort of monster written about in the grimmest fairy tales. Wearing the appearance of a true king but underneath the luxury suits and priceless watches, he's just another greedy, fire-breathing dragon.

As the Don of Italy's most influential gang, Giorno's manipulation tactics have gotten rather ....hazardous. He doesn't have time to waste getting rid of every single person that poses a threat to his darling. If someone looks their way, he'll send some goons to take care of them. 

Although it's so much easier to keep his lover locked away, he even has the perfect excuse now. He's the head of the mafia, he has all so many enemies who jump at the opportunity to hurt him in some way. So he has to keep his defenseless little lover locked away in some mansion that's all so far away. 

He's also a bit more violent now. Giorno's more physical, ready to break a bone just for a wrong word or a cracked jaw from a punch for even asking to go outside. He blames it on the stress of running an organization...although it's more likely that all the power from passion has begun to rinse away Giorno's caring side. 

"Cuore mio, Resta con me per sempre"

⭐Jolyne Kujo is clingy and obsessive and delusional.⭐

I can't stay away from you...

Jolyne is a rather condescending yandere. Her rough ragged exterior does little to hide the clingy neediness that writhes inside her shattered heart.

She's soft, dependent, desperate at best. Wanting her darling to approve of every tiny trifling thing she does. Needing their words of praise and approving smiles to have the courage to live another day. 

At times it seems like the only thing keeping Jojo alive is the  "good girl!" and "I'm proud of you!" her darling throws her way. Chanting the words of praise with closed eyes and fluttering smiles of anxiety. 

It's difficult to make her sweetheart realize how virulent this relationship is, far too hard to call Jolyne a Yandere. The derogatory term applies to someone who ceases all control from their lover, who locks them in a basement, and throws away the key. It applies to murders and 

stalkers and lunatics that roam the streets in the dead of full moon nights. It applies to those who were thrown into Green Dolphin for a reason.

 Not to some girl whose life has been demolished over and over and over again. 

Not to the girl with a star birthmark that follows her darling around like a lost puppy in the freezing rain. 

But even Jolyn has her limits. She's been let down time and time again, abandoned and framed by those she thought she loved unconditionally. From friends to boyfriends to even her own father, everyone leaves, they take what they want, and then they leave. 

Flesh like strings, stitched into a web of antithesis and distraught moods, act as a  solid, interchangeable reminder of who really holds the power in this relationship. Of how Jolyne can go from needing her darling to controlling her darling in just a fraction of a heartbeat. She loves them, she swears she does...but they need to stay close to her, they need to only think about her. 

Her addiction gets worse as the days tick by. It's less romantic, less loving. Morphing into a dependency, a compulsion. Rotting thoughts of her darling suddenly leaving, plague her every waking moment. The once semi pleasant conversations between her lover and her friends, get cut off like a severed limb. 

Even Hermes and Foo Fighters aren't "good enough" to be around Jolyne’s lover. She's all so, scared they'll try to take them from her. Stealing the ONLY good thing in her life.

There's a certain degree of control that Jolyne's willing to give to her darling. A sort of freedom to make, revolting appalling choices, so long as they include her. A freedom to boss her around and make her submit. Her darling is free, so long as that freedom revolves around Jolyne.

"(Y/N)~ don't look at them! You should only focus on me! I'm supposed to be your world!"

⭐Johnny Joestar is sadistic and manipulative.⭐

Arrogance disguised as affection...

It's all degradation, all harsh words that sting worse than bullet wounds. Glares from dull wicked blue eyes that might as well kill, cause it's better than the alternative. Smirks that make being alive so damn distasteful. Kisses that engrave the lingering taste of rotting lead into your tongue.

Johnny isn't sweet, he doesn't smile at his little sweetheart. He doesn't pat their head and kiss their temples while uttering sweet nothings into their blushing ear. No, his lover doesn't deserve a honey-coated life. They don't deserve to have what was stolen from him by his so-called "loved ones". Instead, he uses them as a living dart board, for both his acid-laced words and bullet-like fingernails. 

There's no love when it comes to Jojo. He doesn't want to waste time on something so frivolous as a "significant other". But he does like having someone -or rather something- to play with, a form of entertainment that bends at his will. Not a pushover, not someone who's too proud either. But a living doll that can take a few verbal spats and survive an armada of fingernail bullets through the stomach. 

Oh, sure he wants to break them, having a toy that's so conflicted, that questions their own sanity is so much more fun. But it's the intervals that count. Johnny wants to be the one to break his darling. To engrave the helpless look of distress into his memory. He wants to preserve every scream, every tear. That's the whole purpose of even keeping a darling. 

Johnny rarely lets his darling out of his sight. It's so much easier to play with their mind if he's the only one they ever talk to. They'll become so easily dependent on him if he's their only companion. Although sometimes Gyro can get a little too touchy and friendly. And there will be occasions when Hot Pants start to pry into the darling and Jojo's personal life. But the incidents are few and far between. Not like Johnny minds, if anything these minor secondary "meetups" are useful to the paraplegic jockey. They refill his darling with the most precious thing..." Hope". Just so Johnny can beat it out of them all over again.  

There's a darkness that resides deep within Johnny. A toxicity that laces his actions. His life is miserable and he's damn well sure it'll always be that way.....

So why not take his lover down with him?

"Don't you love me darlin' ? Cause I certainly don't love ya."

⭐Jorge Joestar is delusional and obsessive.⭐

What if we lost our minds, together?

A love story better than his parents, that's all Jorge wants. Flower field dates, and quick lingering kisses before midnight. Something sweet, that doesn't have a macabre end. A romance without body-snatching vampires and zombies that shed their flesh. Something normal, gentle, lovable. 

Although with the family he's been born into and the kind of things that keep finding him. Jorge doubts he's ever going to get such a hopeful love life. He's all so desperate to carve a life for himself outside of his family's shadow, but in the end, it's simply eager wishing. 

He's not exactly sure what he's even looking for in a lover. Someone sweet but strong-willed, an average answer. Someone who bears a sort of resemblance to Lisa Lisa. Not physically but rather mentally, he's not a coward, he swears he's not, but he just wants someone who can protect him. A fair exchange in his eyes. His lover will guard him against the bullies and freaks of the island and in turn, he'll protect them from the grim ghouls that run amok through the world. Although when push comes to shove he isn't sure if he'll really be 'protecting' his lover or running away and hiding somewhere with them.

He just wants to fall in love and not go insane, a reasonable request, if he hadn't seen the worst that the world has to offer. It's just wishful thinking, sweet dreams for a boy designed to attract trouble. 

He doesn't want to have conversations with his dead lover's head. He doesn't want to wear their skin and waltz around town. He doesn't want any of that creepy, supernatural stuff that destroyed his parent's love. 

He just wants normal. But as the years slip by Jorge's grip on "normal" slowly begins to decay.

Normal is something, but what that something is has become a blur. Normal isn't vampires and zombies and ghost clowns that throw nooses around people's necks...Yet on the other hand maybe it is? 

He's so far gone that he can't even differentiate between methodical and irregular. His brain's capacity to understand the difference has gotten so altered and broken.

Once he finds his darling he does try to act like the ordinary people of the Canary Islands or England, depending on where he's residing at the time. He tries to follow the mode, just to impress his lover. It's a façade, a bloody masquerade that's bound to deteriorate once he and his lover have settled down.

Although a poetic, domestic life had always been Jorge's dream, he soon comes to learn that it just doesn't suit him. Jorge's paranoia starts to increase. It's comical at first, the way his eyes dart to closed doors, half expecting a killer to emerge. Although the same paranoid tendencies can become rather smothering at times. He's all so certain something is going to jump out of the shadows, some creature with sharp fangs and knife-like claws is going to rip his lover's body to rags. 

He's gotten rather umbrageous now that he's the one who's married and living in the Joestar estate. His tendency to run away from any form of conflict has morphed into a rogue-like sense, much similar to a rabid dog barking at anyone who gets too close to its territory. He keeps his darling locked away inside, triple-checking the locks to make sure no one or thing can get in. He avoids the probing disquieting neighbors who still speak ill of his widowed mother and murmurs about the "curses" bestowed on the Joestar bloodline. Sometimes even getting physical when the insults shift towards him and his new lover. 

Punches are thrown.

Insults exchanged.

And then the door and windows are locked once more.

Leaving both Jorge and his darling in the chilling company of the semi alive shadows.

It's safer in the basement. It has to be safer down there. After all his mother kept his father's severed head down there for decades before anyone found it. So it's only sensible that his lover will also be safe, tucked away in the darkness of a brick room some few meters under the earth. He's not acting like his mother -and deep down he prays that this isn't something his late father would ever even consider doing- It's a thin line of justification, but he can reason with himself so long as he knows it's not something his other family members have ever done. He does try to keep his darling comfortable down there. Buying them the most luxurious furniture and comfortable bedding. Constantly bringing them new forms of entertainment. 

Keeping them in this preserved state is what any reasonable person would do. Not just another insanity driven Joestar.

"It's for your own safety" he's repeated that phrase an umpteenth amount of times, although every time the sculpted words leave his tongue, Jorge becomes less sure of who he's really trying to convince. 

Jorge is all so sure that he's doing all of this for both his lover's safety and to erase whatever misfortune follows around the Joestars, like an airy plague. Even his enrolling for the great war is done with this mindset...

Even though in the end it's also this mindset that gets him killed. Leaving his darling a wide window to freedom. 

"Darling, what do you think when you look at me?"

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