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Color Change Zultanite is a rouge gem, wanted with plenty of bounties on her head. She created a formula to change the natural colors of a gem, so gems born with the wrong colors could be fixed and put to work. However, Zultanite wanted to play with this power she created. She changed the colors of those who wronged her, and now hides away. Looking to punish those who she thinks have done wrong by making them her test subjects.
Rumor has it she was her own first test subject. Everyone knows she isn’t actually a Zultanite. But what gem she was born as is forgotten.Â
How would they have found out if none of them knew? I'm MEGA curious
Someone figures it out, but it's not one of the cgs.
That's all I'll say until I design who reveals it. >:3c
I loooove how these two look in your style! thank you so much for drawing them!!!
Commission for @yaboy-robin of their gem ocs Bitch Crystal and Dolomite. Poor Dolo had her tea spilled…
Thank you for commissioning me!!
(story under the cut :3c)
Simone took a deep breath of forest air. It'd been.... so long. She knew this instinctively. Somewhere, in her core, she knew time had passed. She knew Ella had abandoned her. Pity. The girl had shown so much potential. A natural with a blade. That was the past now, though. New potential was to be had with this next wielder! This- This-
Simone looked around in confusion. Where was her new wielder?
A whimper came from the ground.
Simone looked and frowned in worry. A very, very young boy was there. He was no older than ten. No- younger. He was dirty, his braid a mess. Staring up at Simone in pure fear. Her blade laid discarded to the side. He must have been trying to play with it.
Simone bent down to be eye level with the boy. This.... This was her new wielder? It had to be a joke. Surely, the curse wouldn't hit someone so..... so young. So innocent.
The boy scooted away from her, whimpering louder. Thudding against a tree behind him. No, no- he could see her. It had to be.... He had to be affected by the power of her curse.
God, why couldn't she have been more specific in her final moments? Only those willing could wield her! Then she wouldn't have so many failures under her belt. No CHILDREN! She didn't want to bring this child into all of this. She was thinking of rejecting this child. She could do that, she knew. She'd only done it once or twice. When those with too much evil in their hearts (but not enough to kill) tried to wield her. But....
"Don't-" The child- a drow, now that she looked better- tried scooting away more. He couldn't. "Don't hurt me."
That hurt to hear. Had someone whose soul was evil laid a hand on this child? That made Simone's heart grow with anger. How dare they! How dare they hurt someone so innocent- so new. So- So-
Like her.
She'd been hurt by evil at a young age too. A bit older than him, maybe, but that didn't matter. How was she to know that this child didn't have the potential to be a justice monger like her? Maybe in a few years.....
Simone smiled warmly at the boy and rose, dusting her dress off, "Oh, no no, my child. I would never hurt you. Please, tell me, what is a boy like yourself doing here? In this abandoned place?" Curiosity pricked at the back of her mind. What had gotten this boy so scared of an adult hurting him?
The child looked over to the side before pointing, "I fell."
Simone looked over. In the distance, a short cliff with a village atop it. Ahh. He must live there. He wouldn't be returning. She wouldn't bring him somewhere he obviously felt unsafe.
She looked back at him and smiled, "Could you tell me your name, darling?"
The boy shifted uncomfortably, "You first."
Simone smiled, putting a hand to her chest "I am Simone." The child must have a reason to be so uncomfortable with sharing his name first. Perhaps there had been fae nearby at one time. "Your turn."
The boy hesitated before speaking quietly, "Quynn."
Simone internally noted his discomfort at the name. Maybe something could be done about that. "Well, Quynn-" She frowned and bent down slightly. Serious now. "Where are your parents?" She had to see their souls. Only the evil could hurt someone so new to the world-
The boy shifted uncomfortably and looked down. He then looked at her defensively and spouted (quickly, like ripping a bandage off), "What's it to you?!"
Simone approached him carefully and offered a hand to help him up. "Well, child, if you had, hypothetically, a situation where you didn't want to go home.... I could take you with me."
He looked at her hand in curiosity before looking up at her with stars in his eyes. "Really? You're not just saying that? This isn't a trick or somethin?"
She chuckled warmly, "Quynn, I promise I would never trick you. No matter how long we decide to stay together, I will never trick you." She then frowned at him seriously, "But I will warn you, the path I walk is dangerous. You may be hurt, but never by me."
The boy hesitated a moment before taking her hand quickly. "Good enough."
Simone smiled. She always wanted to be a mother.
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Simone shakily tried to get up. This couldn't be it- She couldn't lose. Not now- Not-
Not to Covah.
She looked at the boy she'd raised from seven. How had it come to this? He was so ruined. So hurt- She'd broken her promise. She was so terrible for hurting him so- But she couldn't think of this now. She had to fight to survive, for the first time in two thousand years.
Covah approached her carefully, dropping his sword. The rapier he'd hidden from her. Gotten to fight her. "Mother, please," He begged as he offered a hand to her. To help her up. "I don't want to fight you."
"Funny," She spit venomously, "You sure seemed eager to do that when we got up here."
Covah flinched before shaking his head, "Mother- please- it doesn't have to be like this." He smiled and motioned to the horizon. "We can leave here, together! We can start anew. Rid the world of evil without death. I don't know how but- but we can do it! We can change, you can change. You don't have to-" He frowned to her and flicked his eyes away uncomfortably, "We don't have to hurt anyone anymore. Hurt each other." He bent down to his knee. The one she'd ripped from him so brutally. "Please, mother, give this a chance."
Simone looked up to her son sadly. He sure had grown up, hadn't he? She was proud, despite everything. Despite the betrayal. Despite- Despite-
Her eyes caught the scar on his face. She..... She had done that. Â She saw how Covah flinched away from her now. She... She was no better than evil, was she? The ones she condemned. Who was she, to say it was wrong but turn around and do it herself?
A hypocrite, that's what.
God, Covah was right.
Maybe.... Maybe Covah's future would be better without her. He'd be better without her.
That's all she wanted. Was her son to be happy. And he wouldn't be happy so long as she was there. He'd be uncomfortable around her, forever.
She smiled bitterly, sadly up to her son. Her baby Covah. It would be okay. So long as he was happy. That's what all mothers wanted, in the end, right?
"I'm sorry, Covah." She lunged at his throat.
Covah grabbed her nearby sword quickly and flung it into the volcano.
It'd be okay. So long as he was happy.....
toot toot.
Covah was originally created, in a very edgy way that would be practically unrecognizable to anyone looking at it today, in late July! So, here’s something for the kinda birthday boy! Reference taken from this videoÂ
The Element swap au version of Celestia! I decided to redesign her and Luna for this au cause I could.
Many legends and myths are had about the pony who ruled Equestria alone for 1000 years. It was bound to happen, as many generation are had in that time. And no pony really got close to her in that time.Â
No pony alive other than Luna and the Princess Consort (to be designed) know what the face and cutie mark of the reigning deity looks like. This is because many legends prevailed in ancient times that said that looking upon her golden visage would blind a pony. For, they could not stand to see anything more after seeing such beauty. And, well, she just got used to it after the years. It’s second habit now. As for the cutie mark, no pony knows why she hides it other than Luna and the Princess Consort.... It’s a sun, right?Â
just like.... pretend this is colored. I’m too lazy lol
White Diamond, Blue Diamond, Yellow Diamond, and Spinel make Antimony
what characters of yours can grow a beard? (sorry for the random ask Gender Wants are making me think of beards so I'm asking a bunch of people about beards)
No problem! You're in luck, I was actually just considering this. Here is a list of characters of mine that can grow a beard- and their shaving habits;
Covah: Generally does not let his beard get past a short stubble. It's very slow-growing and does not even get to stubble until after about a week. It grows weird around his scar, and he doesn't like the feel of it against his skin. So, he shaves. It would be rather fluffy if he let it grow, however! Like a soft cat.
Dottingale: It does not develop into a full beard- just some sideburns that grow down the whole side of their face. It does not meet at their chin. Dot shaves, currently, daily. Their cartoon biology causes it to grow back in full the next morning. They don't like the looks they get. The judgmental thoughts of the populace at a "feminine" person growing a beard. It makes them self-conscious. However, when they are an adult, they stop shaving their sideburns (and stop filing down their horns every morning!). The sideburns themselves feel weirdly fake, like plush fur. However, that is normal for a cartoon like Dottingale.
Helvetica: His beard only ever really grows to a dusty stubble. His position and power means he doesn't need to shave- he can just think the beard away. However, sometimes he just needs to focus his thoughts elsewhere. And, a tired stubble is upon his face. He doesn't necessarily mind having or not having it- but feels better being more "professional-looking" without the stubble. His beard is very pointy- like little knives.
Hitchcock: The only character I ever draw with an actual beard! He lets his beard do whatever it wants- It's shorter on the sides and meets into a longer "goatee" at his chin. It does not meet above his lips for a mustache. The beard itself is a little coarser than it probably should be; he doesn't care for it properly.
Percy: When he's an adult and finally on T- He likes having a nice stubble! However, it doesn't ever really get past stubble. Unfortunately, he got his mom's genes in the beard department and not his biological father's. It doesn't grow well. Percy's care routine involves balms to keep his stubble nice a soft.
And as for ocs who want a beard but can't grow one for various reasons:
Cyraeni: Mermaid biology keeps them from growing one. But it would be cool to match Dot!
Gwendolyn: Look, he wants to complete the washed-up bum look he's got goin. Might as well, right? But, he just can't. No amount of supplements or wishing will make it happen.
Zipper: Okay, look, she gets she's entirely furry. But a huge ass pirate beard would be SO COOL. Arg! Peg legs and swashbuckling!
maybe this is why you can’t romance him....
he took my spot