Another Gem For My Personal Relaxing Oc Au Where I Replace All The Gems (minus The Diamonds And Steven

A concept my boyfriend and I tossed back and forth a while ago that I suddenly remembered and felt like drawing; The Rogue Toad -Also known as The Red Rogue! We came up with him after tossing back and forth ideas for party members for a stealth-based Mario game.

This Toad, after a youth of servitude to the Princess, finally snapped and had enough of the mistreatment. He fled the castle, abandoning his post and turning to a life of crime.

The Red Rogue hates Peach with a passion and actually runs a halfway house for Toads that want to escape her terrible management style. The footstool punishments, the payment only in hugs and kisses, having your life risked for a princess who doesn't know how to defend herself, getting underestimated just because of their species - Toads that wanted to get away from it could go there. Most of them go back, merely using the house as a place they can relax and be themselves.

The Red Rogue is now the head of a criminal empire, pulling strings only a Toad could because no one expects much from them. He can go undercover as a normal Toad, no one noticing his distinguishing big eyebrows or shroom scar. He's even gone back to the castle, and been face to face with the Princess. Just goes to show she doesn't really notice them much if she doesn't realize his features.

His scar is from when he got royal footstool duty during the princess's "that time of the month"..... Her monthly foot fungus. What? What did you think it was? She lives around mushrooms constantly, of course she gets monthly fungus. The spot got infected very badly and part of his shroom had to be cut out. Leaving the scar.

Name your price gem adopts. Just some gem designs I'm not gonna use. Min for single gem: $5 Min for fusion: $10 I will not do the fusion components. Please comment/message me for claim. You will receive the png of the gem and all rights to the design; able to do what you wish with it. You may resell the gem if you do not want it any more but not for more than you purchased it for. Please credit me the first time you write/draw them.

1) Ekanite (OPEN) 2) Fairy Tears (OPEN) 3) Confusionite (OPEN) 3) Rebel Jade (OPEN) 4) Kornerupine (OPEN) 6) Matrix [COMPONENTS: URANIUM (CHEST); MOONSTONE (MOUTH)] (CLOSED - belongs to @pocket-gems) 7) Skutterudite [COMPONENTS: CHALK (UPPER LEFT ARM); KAOLIN (LOWER LEFT ARM)] (OPEN) 8) Bi Color Pearl (OPEN) 9) Blue John Fluorite (OPEN) 10) Diaboletite (CLOSED)

@yaboy-robin 's commission for their character, Dolomite! (go check out their blog)

This was fun to work on and i appreciate them for hiring me to do create a reference sheet for their character. If you are interested in getting a reference for your Steven Universe character, check out my posting on Fiverr.

Here is also some of the work in progress and notes I made for them!

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"I don't want to hear about Pink Diamond anymore."

"Yeah, and I'm sure Pink Diamond would want to be alive!"

A non au version of Harlequin Opal. Where they didn’t get stuck together and have mistrust and hatred towards each other.

“I’ve got your Pearl, Pink. What’re you gonna do about it? You’d never hurt your precious Pearl, would you?”

So I’ve gotten really into Persona 5 lately and decided a while ago to try to concept my own phantom thieves ish group. These guys are the ones I have done so far, but I do want to add more people to this group! I have only written the summoning speeches for one of these guys, so I’ll put the symbolism behind certain design aspects of the personas and the speech for the one I have it for since he doesn’t have any symbolism in his design. And then I’ll explain their user’s stories!

Annabelle (”Blunderbuss”): The leader of the group and the first to summon her persona. She is the child of an assumed “criminal”, who died in a shoot out with police. She is looked upon with caution and contempt, assumed to be destined to become a criminal like her father. She knows her father is innocent and is just trying to keep her head down when she discovers the metaverse.

Rook: On a pirate flag; the color red symbolizes no mercy, an hourglass symbol symbolizes “time is running out”, and weapons symbolize an impending fight.

Rowan (”Spark”): The second to summon their persona. Rowan used to be a goody-two-shoes, an honor student, and a perfectionist. This was all due to expectations placed upon them to succeed and was fine. They suppose. But an incident left them without their right eye. Suddenly, they were treated as other and everything they were was ignored. Well, they were going to be treated as a good for nothing? They’d act like a good for nothing. They feel more ready to discover who they truly are after summoning their persona.

Antagonist: "So! You've finally decided to stop the show! You've kept it up so long, I was beginning to think you'd never find your real self. Now tell me, will you return to the role society cast you as? Or will you come onto the stage, and wow the audience with whom you truly are?! I am thou, thou art I- Thou hast been subservient for too long! The you your heart projects hath been locked away much like a princess in a castle! It's time we forge a contract, and let the world watch the true you in awe!"

Atlas (Masquerade”): The third to summon their persona. Atlas is close to an abusive, manipulative man whom he keeps a secret for, unaware he’s being used. I’m not quite sure what the secret is currently. However, he finds himself accidentally pulled into the palace of his “friend” and finds out he’s being used and manipulated. And suddenly he’s ready to let the caged bird sing. 

Zephyranthes:  The Zephyranthes, or the rain flower, means "I will never forget you", black nightingales represent secrets, and the number 5 in numerology is connected to life changes. Also, the white rose in Atlas’s hair for his palace outfit symbolizes secrets. 

New Hybrid High kids! Mostly minor

Basil (Chimera Hybrid - He/Him - Junior). This guy is introverted and quiet. He doesn’t really talk to others outside his best friend, Buck. He runs track, and met Buck there during try outs when Buck was a freshman. Buck was the only guy who didn’t stare for his weird anatomy- but rather for his great running skills! Basil got into anime because of Buck, and is looking into making his own cosplays. Basil has a.... very big crush on Buck. But he just can’t say anything! Buck obviously just thinks of him as a friend, and he wouldn’t want to ruin their friendship. (Buck hasn’t really thought of him that way before, but would 100% date Basil if Basil just said something first) His parents are both Hyrbids themselves, and the composition of species in his blood include cartoon, aasimar, centaur, and atlantean. 

Just Kidding (Oni/Myconid Hybrid - She/Her - Senior). Zipper’s older foster sister. Just Kidding has been in two other foster homes before being shoved into this one. Because of this, Just Kidding doesn’t see this as a permanent home. Even if she loves her other foster siblings to bits, she knows she’ll probably just be shoved to another home. Or, soon enough, the streets once she turns 18. She knows the system and how it works, even if this foster home touts that she will not be pushed to the street and has a home there so long as she needs one. Just Kidding refuses to get close to anyone except her foster siblings. Even then, she keeps them at an arms length. It’s only a matter of time. Just Kidding is really into tech and mechanics, and is usually tinkering with something or covered in oil.

So replaying Our Life: Beginnings & Always (Again) I thought:

Well, Covah, likes to wear dresses and skirts sometimes.

Wouldn’t it make sense if he encouraged Cove to try a dress at least once?

So I wrote a tiny drabble for that! And drew a pic for it cause I had to. 

This would take place between Step 2 and 3 when the two are 16. And they’re still mutually pining morons who don’t think the other feels the same. 

Drabble that goes with this under the cut (not beta read) - Enjoy!

"Ugh," Covah leaned his head back, eyes pinched closed, "It's hot."

Cove looked from where he was knee deep in the ocean, running his hand through his growing hair. It was long enough for a small ponytail now- which is how he'd done it today. And every day since it became long enough. Kept it out of his way. 

He squinted up at the sun himself, using his hand to shield his eyes, "Yeah. It is."

Covah got up from his gothic spot on the sand (complete with dark umbrella and dark towel to lounge on/under), and dusted any errant sand particles off of himself, "This was a bad day for full pants. I'm gonna go change and get some water."

"Probably a good idea," Cove hummed, "Mind if I come with? Just for water."

"Sure," Covah  smiled, and waited for Cove to get out of the water and dry off the best he could with his own haphazardly placed towel, and then put his glasses back on.

They hiked it up the hill to Covah's house, and entered. Covah sighed in relief at the feeling of air conditioning on his face.

Honeysuckle perked up from where she lay on the floor when she heard someone enter, tail wagging happily. Covah hadn't brought her to the beach, thinking it too hot for the poor pup. She got up and padded over to Covah, angling for pets. 

Covah smiled and patted her head gently, giving a small, "Hey, girl, miss me? I'm only here for a minute." 

Honeysuckle licked his hands happily in reply.

Covah chuckled before walking over to the fridge, sticking his face into it, "You actually want water, Seabird?" He grunted, "I have this weird fruity drink monstrosity mom got everyone- it doesn't actually sound good to me."

"What's in it?" Cove hummed, dusting sand off of himself at the entryway to the house. He’d clean it up the best he could, knowing Covah’s moms hated sand in the house.

“Uh-” Covah pulled the offending bottle out of the fridge and read the label, “Orange, passion fruit, guava-”

“Guava?” Cove snorted at the name.

“It’s a fruit,” Covah motioned, over his shoulder, “Really sweet tropical shit.”

“Sure, I’ll try it.” Cove hummed in interest, “I like orange juice, so it shouldn't be too bad.”

Covah closed the fridge and walked back over to Cove, passing him the bottle of juice and having his own bottle of water. Covah opened his bottle and chugged the whole thing in three long gulps.

Cove purposefully looked away from the bobbing of Covah’s Adam's apple, fiddling with the plastic wrapping around the lid of the drink he had.

“Ah- better-” Covah sighed in relief, tossing the empty bottle into the recycle bin, “Now come help me pick out an outfit.”

“You really need to pick out a whole new outfit just for going back to the beach?” Cove asked, even if he already knew the answer. 

“No, but I want to,” Covah shrugged, “You don’t have to help if you don’t wanna.”

“The beach is gonna be boring without you though,” Cove shrugged back, "’Sides, I should cool off and drink my drink before heading back out."

Covah nodded, "Good idea. Come on then."

They walked together up the stairs, Honeysuckle following after them like… well, like a lost dog. They made it into Covah's room, Cove plopping into Covah's desk chair while Covah opened his closet with a hum. 

Honeysuckle sat in front of Cove. Cove smiled at the goofy dog and leaned forward, scratching behind her ears. She panted happily at the sensation.

"Hm," Covah thought aloud, "I could do a dress-" He fingered one sundress, a white sleeveless thing, "But I don't-" A hand went to his right arm. Where his scars were.

Cove frowned. Covah was always self conscious of his arms. Thought people would stare at the horrible wounds raked across him- which only seemed to grow and worsen with age. Unlike Cove's own scar. "Don't want to today?" Some days Covah was confident and could wear sleeveless things or t-shirts. Others….

"Yeah," Covah sighed, sounding defeated.

"You could throw a jacket over it," Cove suggested, pointing to the pile of jackets Covah had.

"Too hot for that," Covah hummed, "No, I think-.... Ah-!" Covah smiled and pulled out a short, blue denim dress. It had long sleeves, but they were off the shoulder, white, puffy things. They looked thin and breezy. "This should work. And then-" He went to his dresser with a hum, putting the dress over his arm so he could use both hands to dig through his drawers. 

Covah gave a small "ahah!" after a moment and pulled out some thin, sunflower patterned white tights. "These and some boots. Maybe my sun hat. Perfect." 

Cove smiled at Covah brightening at the prospect of putting on a cute, breezy outfit for the day. It almost never failed to cheer Covah up to put together something nice to wear.

"I'm gonna go change in the bathroom," Covah hiked a finger across the hall, before pointing at the bottle Cove still hadn't opened, "You drink your juice."

"Yes officer," Cove smiled sarcastically as Covah left the room. Honeysuckle laid down as soon as Covah left, staying with Cove. 

Cove opened the drink as soon as Covah left and closed the bathroom door, taking a sip-

"Oh that's weird," Cove looked at the bottle of juice with a cocked brow. 

"Yeah?!" Covah called from the bathroom, still able to hear Cove from there. It was just across the hall, after all. 

"Not a bad weird!" Cove called back, "Just- Different!" 

"Different how?!" Cove could hear the jingling of zippers as Covah moved in the bathroom.

"It's like-" Cove took another sip, "Tangy but also sweet at the same time."

"Huh-" There was a shuffle of fabric, "But good?"

"I like it," Cove nodded, taking another sip.

"Good!" the bathroom door re-opened, "I'm glad you like it." Covah re-entered the room, having fully changed and carrying his old clothes over his arm. "What you think?"

Don't say cute- Cove blushed as Covah's dress moved with him, "Looks good!" He squeaked out, giving a thumbs up.

Covah giggled- giggled- as he set his old clothes in his laundry bin. That did a number on Cove's heart. "It's nice and breezy too," He moved so the skirt of the dress swished gently, "Perfect for today."

Cove smiled, "Definitely looks breezier than pants," He motioned to his own swim trunks. 

"It's too bad you don't wear dresses, Seabird," Covah hummed, moving to his jewelry box to change out pieces. "It's really freeing. I always feel really pretty and rebellious wearing this stuff."

Cove laughed shyly, rubbing the back of his head awkwardly, "Oh- y'know I've never tried before- and I don't know if I'd even like it." He laughed again, more disparagingly, "I probably couldn't pull it off as well as you do-"

Covah stopped mid putting on an earring, slowly looking over his shoulder at Cove. His gaze was unreadable.

"Wh-What?" Cove swallowed, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Covah very slowly finished clasping the earring, before stepping over to his closet with purpose. His gaze was determined and… almost angry.

"Covah?" Cove fidgeted with the torn up arms of Covah's desk chair as Covah went through his dresses carefully. "What are you-"

Covah, in one fluid motion, pulled out a dress and pushed it against Cove's chest. "Change. Now." His voice was flat and low. Almost dangerous with how jaded it was.

"Wh-What?!" Cove went red again in surprise, "I-"

"You-" Covah poked Cove's chest with each statement, "Are going to put on this dress. You are not going to look until you're fully dressed. And you are going to see how you feel about it."

"What you are not going to do-" Covah poked him again, harder, "Is stop yourself from trying something just because you think someone is better at it," He was practically hissing now, he was so worked up, "And you- Cove James Holden- Are going to figure out if you like to wear dresses. Right here. Right now."

"I-" Cove squeaked, not used to seeing Covah his worked up towards him, "I don't have any underwear-" 

"Put it on over your swimsuit." Covah was leaving no room for argument, arms crossed now and face hard. 

Cove looked at the dress that had been pushed into his lap. It was majorly white but, at the bottom was three rows of differently colored "waves" of "ocean". There were a few "birds" flying in the waves and above them. 

He swallowed thickly, clenching his fists shakily.

"If you truly feel uncomfortable, I won't push it," Covah quietly added, "I just… Think you should try it. Not hold yourself back, y'know?"

Cove nodded shakily, "Y-Yeah I…" He nodded again, "I guess… I should try it once, yeah? Just to see if I really… Don't like it."

Covah smiled a supportive, comforting smile, "And I'm right here if you get overwhelmed." 

Cove nodded again, smiling shakily up to Covah, "Y-Yeah…. Thanks." 

He stood up from the chair, careful to step over where Honeysuckle lay still, watching Cove curiously, and unzipped the back of the dress slowly. He made sure to face away from the mirror Covah had in the room, since Covah said to not look until he was done. 

Cove looked at Covah's intent gaze, "Can uhm-" He rubbed the fabric of the dress between two fingers. It was soft- "Can you not look until I'm done, too? I think I'll chicken out if you watch-" 

Covah only nodded and put a hand over his eyes. Blinding himself to what Cove was doing.

Cove swallowed. It was just him…. And Honeysuckle. "You think your dog will judge me for being so nervous? She's probably seen you do this a hundred times-"

"Honeysuckle doesn't judge people. She's too good of a girl to do that," Covah hummed.

"She is a really good girl-" Cove laughed nervously.

Honeysuckle made a small "boof" noise in reply.

Cove swallowed. Okay. He could do this- Just step into the dress (shakily, he had to try getting his foot into the thing three times).... Reach back…. And zip… it… up…

"O-Okay-" Cove nodded once the thing was all zipped up. He'd closed his eyes tight at one point during the process. "I'm- yeah." He nodded, keeping his eyes shut. He didn't want to see Covah's probably disappointed face when he- "You can look."

He heard Covah gasp after a beat. A small, tentative, emotional, "oh Seabird-" came from Covah.

"Is it that bad?" Cove grimaced, fists clenched into the skirt of the offending fabric. His eyes were still shut tight.

"No- You look-" Covah sounded… Happy? "You need to look! This is- Wow. I picked a good one for you."

Cove startled at that sentence. He looked-? He turned heel to look in the mirror, eyes snapping open to see-

"Oh."

It was… cute! 

"I-" He smiled wobblily, face reddening for a new reason now, "I like it."

"Yeah?!" Covah bounced in excitement.

"Yeah-" Cove nodded, voice cracking, turning every which way to look at the dress from every angle he could. It was flattering- Showing off his form nicely while being breezy. He thought he still preferred pants- knowing he didn't want to dirty himself like he likely would while being this cute- but it was… Nice. For days he wanted to be… Cute.

"Y-Yeah," Cove nodded again, "I think-" He smiled shyly, "Maybe… I'll keep it on? And we can… Go back outside? Maybe uhm-... walk on the beach?" He looked at Covah, "If uhm- that's okay. Our uhm… Stuff is still there, after all."

"You can keep the thing forever if you want!" Covah grinned, leaning forward to grab Cove's arm and pull him outside, "Come on-! Oh- I'm so proud and excited for you-! I'm- Proud-cited-! Ex-oud? Proud-cited sounds better."

Cove laughed as Covah led him back outside and to the beach quickly. 

Cove ended up keeping the dress after that day.. 

And wearing even more after his mom insisted on getting him a variety to wear.

thank you so much for drawing him! I love him in your style!!

Commission for @yaboy-robin of their oc Tutorial!

Do not make any pun with that name I beg you

Meet Lyrus, the support dog! ....What do you mean he looks funny? He's just your average dog from the pits of Hell! No big deal! Lyrus is an emotional support dog for Covah post-story. He is trained to help Covah with his PTSD and Autism (yes, Covah is autistic- I just don't mention it often). Covah named Lyrus after the first wielder of Simone's sword, whom he heard many stories about during his time under the Viking Princess.

Lyrus:

His eye opens up to his mouth if that’s not obvious. The eye flips up like an eyelid but goes behind the skin instead of scrunching up at the top of the mouth. He only opens his mouth to eat- any noises he makes (which are at the volume of the average dog) are made with his mouth closed. He does not need to eat, but he does like treats and food.

Can eat souls, but does not like them. They taste funny :c If he ate a soul, that would destroy it forever unless he barfed it up.The barf would contain broken chunks of the soul, and the soul needs to be repaired - which is hard to do. Only the strongest souls can do it.

Leaves hell fire where he walks. These are black flames that do not burn the average mortal, or inanimate objects- but will burn a soul (so ghosts will be hurt)

Is very friendly! Think your average, over excitable puppy with support dog training.

Is the same size as a Doberman

Cannot die unless his soul is destroyed, which is hard to do for the average man. This makes him perfect for the immortal Covah so he doesn't have to go through the death of someone he's attached to again.