#twinkling amythest's

[amethyst-beacon]

Hello!, so I have an idea so how about if sky’s listener were related to Ray’s listener or Zef’s listener I think that would be interesting (I got this idea from the Yuurivoice listeners being related to each other)

Also how are you doing?

I think this would be really cool! I always love the idea that everyone is connected in some way.

Also it'd be so funny if you found out ur siblings boyfriend is a vampire or a merman.

Bc now ur just standing there like damn. Put of everyone my boyfriends like the most normal? (They got with their ex bully idk if they have a stance to talk)

EDIT: Also I'm doing fine!! I have a meeting with hr at the library I'm going to work at on the 8th. Every excited and nervous.

[redbleedingrose]

Rhys absolutely LOVES hip dips. Am I saying this because I have very prominent hip dips with thick thighs… yes…

I just want Rhys. That it’s.

Listen.... Do I have a firm belief that Illyrian males love their women chubby??? Yes. One thousand percent yes. NSFW 18+ in the last paragraph

Rhysand x Reader

Okay so listen, growing up... it was really hard to accept what you looked like. Your parents, particularly your mother, was always on top of you about your weight, harrassing you about the curves and extra chub on the side of your hips and arms. She always had something to say, and it really impacted the way you looked at yourself, the way you felt about yourself, and your confidence.

It took years to build up that confidence, and a lot of that is because of your extremely handsome mate if you know what I mean ;)

You were taught from a young age that males who look like Rhysand would never take a second glance at you, let alone even care enough to take a good enough first glance. But Rhys???

The first night he saw you, he couldn't tear his eyes away. He could feel his entire body alight with desire and need. The way your hair perfectly framed your full cheeks, your dress accentuating all of your curves, the plump of your breasts and the softness of your belly. The way your full hips swayed so alluringly to the music of the Starfall festival's different entertainers in the streets of Velaris. He just knew.

He knew everything and nothing all at once. Your pretty eyes locking with his darkened amythests. You couldn't believe you caught your high lords gaze. You couldn't even fathom you kept his gaze. You kept looking away, thinking he would have moved on to a prettier female, a thinner female. But there he was. Standing on the balcony of one of the famed restaurants of the Rainbow, looking down at you like you are the first and only star he has ever seen in a sky of darkness.

Every time you looked back, his eyes were on you. Only you. All over you, consuming you like a starved male. It was overwhelming to say the least, the most powerful high lord fixated so clearly on you. You did the only thing you could think, try to disappear within the crowd, to run home and hide away. It is what you have been taught to do all your life, make yourself small and hide away. Rhys didn't let you get too far though. Winnowing silently into a pace right next to you as you passed through the empty alley using a shortcut down to your little apartment on the Sidra, murmuring in a husk, "Leaving so soon, my pretty little peach?"

And you nearly tripped over, yelping from the heart attack he gave you. Your knees locked before you after frantically stepping back a foot, halting you from moving any further as you turned to face him, death incarnate, standing before you, a whole head a half taller than you with the darkness of the night seemingly rolling off his shoulders. The people of Velaris adore their high lord, night triumphant a common nickname for the male standing before you used by his commonwealth. But you can't help the anxiety that strikes your heart that begins to beat hard and fast enough, that you are nearly sure he can hear it with how he eases his hands up in surrender, violet eyes twinkling with the star of mischief eyeing at where your hand presses against your heaving chest. "My apologies dream, I didn't mean to startle you," an almost sheepish grin gracing his beautiful face, "You left in a hurry, and I wanted to make sure you were alright... safe."

Your shoulders drop a bit as you let out a sigh of relief, "I am fine, thank you Lord Rhysand, I was just --" "Rhys," he chimes softly, "Please call me Rhys."

You raise a brow at him, crossing your arms over your chest, making your cleavage even more tantalizing to the male before you. "Uh huh. Anyway, Lord Rhysand, as I was saying, I was just headed home. I've had a long night." The high lord chuckled at your sass, broad shoulders shaking as mirth filling his entire being as he shook at his head. His pretty little peach dream is fierce, Mother help him. "Let me walk you home," titling his head to the side as he shoved his tattooed hands into his pockets, trying to make himself appear less intimidating than the high lord he is.

Skepticism was clear on your face while you shifted on your feet, "Pardon, but don't you have better, more pressing things to do? You know, as high lord?" The handsome male shook his head again, this time, more firmly as he replied with conviction, "Not at all peach." You eyed him up and down again, trying to drink in aura standing before you, trying to analyze him for any hesitation on his part, and you couldn't see any. Letting your arms fall with a sigh, you nodded before continuing your walk silently.

And the rest was history.

It took years for you to give him your trust, your friendship, and even longer to give him your love. It wasn't that you didn't want to, but the fact that you just couldn't come to terms that someone like him, someone who looked as strikingly beautiful as him would want to spend time with you, would want to love you. And all throughout, you couldn't come to terms that the high lord found you attractive. It was an insecurity that raged like a fire constant and deep, a fire that couldn't be put out until decades into your relationship.

And in all that time, Rhys spent every second loving all of you. Even the parts that you hated, he couldn't get enough of. Your curves, specifically your hips, gods those hip dips, and your tummy. Your body made him feral inside. It was a drive he had, a natural instinctual drive, to make you his. Your body was that of a goddess, and he knew it. And he wanted to make sure you knew it too.

It started with small compliments here and there, about your hair, how it flowed perfectly and framed your face. Then, he moved to your face; how it glowed under the light of the stars, how your full cheeks looked beautiful when you smiled. He cautiously moved to your body. Adoring how you fit in your dresses, the way your hips would sway and the pudge of your thighs, how they made perfectly good cushions for his head to rest on while he whined about the difficulties of running the court. How your tummy was perfect in every way, how it made him feel so proud, that his girl was healthy and never had to worry about being hungry. He often thought about things like your tummy growing with his babes. How your breasts were so full and soft. He often thought that your tits would hold the best milk for his babes when he pumps you full of them.

And then he moves forward with making you feel more comfortable with yourself. Showing you that he can handle all of you, that he wants to handle all of you. He forces you to sit on his lap no matter where you are, whether it is at the dining table with the other inner circle members or out drinking in Rita's or conferencing with other high lords. Your throne is his lap. He also cherishes the way the chub of your hips feel under his hands, he handles them constantly. If he needs you to shift to the side or moves behind you, he will move you over using your love handles with a gentle tap to your ass and a kiss to the cheek.

The male is just needy for you.

He wants to grip at the meat on your thighs with his rough hands while you bounce on his large cock. He needs to see your soft tits and tummy giggle while he spears in and out of you. He wants to spread you out on the dining table and eat you out like you were his last meal. He wants to bury his face in your tits, suckling on your rock hard nipple while he pinches and rolls the other. He wants to leave marks all over the fat that sits above your hips, on your chubby thighs, on your neck and shoulders. He wants everyone to know and see who you belong to.

Anyway, yeah he is an utter slut for hip dips and for you.

(The other Bat boys and Vanserra Bros also love their females chubby)

Masterlist

[rosemariet]

Tattoo design for @sarah_with_a_heckin_h done with pencil and pen. Loved the idea so much I just had to draw it. . . . . #crescentmoon #amythest #roses #crystal #twinkle #stippling #blackandwhite #tattoodesign #tattooinspiration #penart #draw #drawing #sketch #sketching #illustration #design #traditionalart https://www.instagram.com/p/CWGckV_rRH5/?utm_medium=tumblr

[a-goddess-called-infinity]

Chapter 2: Legend

Synopsis: Steven learns some gym mythology, and then the Crystal Gems catch wind of the fight in Wakanda. 

DISCLAIMER: I have not seen the entire SU series unlike the MCU and may not be familiar with every nuance. As such, I apologize for mistakes or if characters appear OOC. This is an AU, however, so I took certain creative liberties. I do appreciate it if you take the time to comment to help me make this fic better. The period in which this happens in the SU timeline is ambiguous and for simplicity, I’m focusing on the main four plus Peridot and Lapis.

Words: 1,416 

AO3 link here

Previous - Next 

-

Earlier that day, in Beach City~

“Too bad your test isn’t on gem history, I could really help you study for that,” Steven sighed as he slouched back on the couch. His best friend Connie had come over to hang out on the condition that she study a bit for her history test while there. 

“I dunno Steven, you tend to not listen to Pearl’s history lessons,” Connie retorted playfully. Steven shrugged, “I don’t do it on purpose. I just get… Distracted,” he replied.

Connie giggled, “Yeah, it’s hard not to with the way she rambles.”

There was a moment of silence as Connie continued to look through her notes. Steven was quickly getting bored, but he didn’t let it show. He decides to try to revive the conversation.

“Some of the Gems are pretty old. They could probably tell a lot about history.”

“Mhm,” Connie replied half-heartedly.

“You think they’re old enough to confirm stuff like mythology?” Steven pondered out loud. Connie looked up from her notes and thought, “That’d be really cool! I’d ask all about greek myth,” She hummed. 

“I’d ask about Vikings!” Steven declared.

“Oh, oh, even better,” Steven added on with great conviction, “the Big Bang.”

“You mean, how the universe was made?”

“Yeah!... Well, they probably aren’t that old,” Steven laughed. Amythest was made here on Earth. The others were presumably made on Homeworld.

“Don’t the gems have their own mythology?” Connie asked. Steven shrugged, “I think so. They have shrines and temples and cool magic stuff, but I’ve never asked,” he admitted. Upon saying this he realizes he could simply ask them. It’d hopefully turn into storytime.

As if on cue, they turn to the sound of the temple door opening and see Pearl and Garnet walking out. Steven commits to his idea and hops off the couch, bounding towards them with a twinkle in his eye. 

"Oh, hello Steven—"

"Guys, how was the universe made?" He blurts out the first question on his mind, interrupting Pearl. 

"Oh Steven," Pearl says, waving her hand in that way she does when there are trivial questions, "There's simply no scientific way to trace back the origin of the universe. To do so would be to trace back the origin of matter itself! We—"

Steven shook his head insistently as she started to ramble, "No, no, like, how do you believe the universe was made?"

"Eheh, what?" Pearl said incredulously. Now, she was a history guru and there were plenty of legends depicting the universe's birth, but that's all it was; legend. Fable. Fairytale. Not facts, equations, or science. Even though she wasn't as skeptical as, say, Peridot, it wasn't even plausible with their gem "magic", or so she believed. 

"The legend of Infinity," Garnet says simply as she adjusts her glasses. Steven gasps dramatically, that was quite possibly one of the coolest titles he's heard. 

"I-It’s just a silly fairy tale," Pearl dismisses slightly flustered, "it's quite far fetched, the prospects of Goddesses and all that—"

"Whoa, no way!" Connie piped up as she abandoned her homework and joined Steven's side, "Tell us!"

"Garnet," Pearl quietly groaned.

"Tell us, tell us, tell us," the two teens chanted. 

"Ok, I'll tell you," Garnet says with a small smile. Steven and Connie gasp and take a seat on the floor. Connie has her knees up and her elbows resting on them as her hands support her head. Steven is laid back with his hands on the ground and his legs splayed out in front of him. They eagerly wait as Garnet prepares her tale. She clears her throat.

"Before the universe, before the concept of time itself, there was nothing yet everything all at once. The threads and energies of the void wove and collided into an entity. She was a Goddess called Infinity,” she went on. Steven and Connie were completely entranced by her story. Even Pearl enjoyed it, though she didn’t let it show right away. 

“Over a span that was simultaneously billions of years and milliseconds, She decided to create the universe, and in doing to She split herself into six parts.” Garnet lifted her hands, snapping her fingers with each word for emphasis.

Snap! “Space.”

Snap! “Time.”

Snap! “Power.”

Snap! “Reality.”

Snap! “Mind.”

Snap! “Soul.”

“Whoa…” The teens cooed in awe.

“Each part became a gem that launched across the newly birthed universe, granting it the ingredients necessary for life. It’s said that Homeworld was created at the exact spot She split, making all of gem-kind direct descendants of Her.”

As Garnet finished, the wheels in Connie’s head were churning, “Wait, do her gems still exist? Somewhere in the universe?” She gasps after asking her question, “Do they each have their own forms?”

“To the latter question, yes, theoretically they do,” Pearl butt in, “But for as long as gems and other lifeforms have existed, they’ve never been found. If they exist,” she added. 

“That means they can fuse right? And reform Infinity?” Steven blurted out, ignoring Pearl’s skepticism. He was gushing over the fact that God was a giant woman. Oh, what he’d give to meet her! “It’s said if Infinity would ever reform, she’d look over her child, the universe, and judge her,” Garnet said solemnly.

“The universe is a woman too?!”

“Steven no,” Pearl interjected again, “Her point is that with the state the universe is in, she’d probably, well—”

“Boom,” Garnet finished, mimicking a very under exaggerated explosion. Steven’s and Connie’s faces fell.

“Well, I think she’d be the nicest person to exist,” Steven said dreamily, trying to conjure an image of her in his imagination. “She… has galaxies in her hair! Long, fluffy hair, and… Six arms with each gem! Where ever she walks, life springs up…”

Connie joined in, “... And her voice is so heavenly people who hear it can’t comprehend it and die from its magnificence!”

“Yea— wait,” Steven said, having to double-take what she said.

“She has eyes all over her body, and is on fire!” Connie was thinking of something closer to arch angles. Steven laughed nervously.

Before Pearl could ramble about how ridiculous and mildly insulting their renditions of the gem goddess were, Peridot yells frantically from across the room, "Guys, come look at this!” The four of them head over. Amytest emerges from another part of the house to see what was going on as well.

Peridot is sat in front of the TV while scrolling madly on her tablet while Lapis Lazuli is entranced on the TV. It was the news.

“I was reading some crazy articles and flipped to the news and it’s real!” Peridot explained, not looking up from her tablet. Everyone watched the TV intensely.

“According to officials, a massive alien fleet has entered our atmosphere. Reports say that the fleet is similar to the one that attacked New York a few years ago. The fleet seems to be landing somewhere in Africa, although the report is unofficial.”

As the news anchor talked, there were diagrams of the various ships entering Earth’s atmosphere with time stamps. When he mentioned New York, images of the alien army that attacked were shown and compared to the very limited pictures of the current described situation. 

“We can help this time!” Steven declared. During the aforementioned Battle of New York, Steven and the Crystal Gems were busy dealing with a different threat. Other events such as Sokovia and Germany were largely unknown by them and the world until after the fact. 

“This is hardly a gem issue,” Pearl argued. It was a weak excuse, but the gems had an unspoken agreement to keep their heads down. Obviously, they were well known in Beach City, but the “city” itself was small and inconspicuous. Anything that happened there was written off as just “the quirks of the town”. Plus there was the Sokvia Accords, and whether or not they would somehow have to comply with them if they were to make themselves known to the world and their governments was a mystery they didn’t want to solve. After all, there were extraterrestrials with impressive powers.

“Guys, an army of aliens is attacking us for probably the fifth time. Aren’t we Earth’s protectors?” Connie counters.

“Yeah, let’s go kick some alien butt! They don’t stand a chance against us!” Amythest agreed.

Glances were exchanged before Garnet nodded, “The closest warp is… The caverns,” she declared. There was no arguing with Garnet and her future-vision. 

With that, everyone headed to the warp.