Random Corrupted Gems!

I have, unfortunately, found that I consider Tom Cardy to be a perfect voice claim for Gwendolyn.

honestly this guy’s songs are gold. 

thank you so much for doing these again!! these look so good!!!

Some edits for @yaboy-robin ! 👀

Another gem from my “replace all the canon gems with ocs” au; Petalite!

Petalite was not meant to be made. Pink Diamond was trying to impress White Diamond with her concepts for gems, so she could gain her first colony. 

Before going before White, Pink Diamond told Blue Diamond all her ideas. Blue... was scared for Pink. All these gem ideas didn’t have much use to the empire. She feared Pink getting in more major trouble for these ideas than the tower, the worst case scenarios popping in her head. 

So, Blue did the unthinkable. She “borrowed” Pink’s essence and crafted a more sensible gem that still seemed like something Pink would concept. A gem who would experiment upon organics to try to find a use for them for the empire. Petalite was born of this as the first test gem, and presented to Pink secretly before she could go to White with her ideas. 

Pink was furious at Blue for this back handed slight, and threw a bit of a tantrum. Both gems were thrown into the tower to calm down and connect. Petalite feared her shattering at the hands of Pink for just being born.... But Pink did not blame Petalite for something out of her hands. Rather, she was furious at Blue for thinking her ideas were so bad and going behind her back. Stealing her first crafted gem type - a very personal and loving experience for a Diamond. 

Pink was forced to present Petalite before White. White did enjoy Pink’s more serious idea, saying she feared Pink would only give silly ideas that would not help the empire at large. However. White did not think this gem concept should be mass produced, as Pink was the only one with interest in organics. No no, if anything.... This should be Pink’s right hand!

Not only did Pink loose her chance at crafting her first gem herself, she lost the chance to choose her own right hand. Pink was furious, bitter, and pulled away from Petalite as a result. It didn’t help Pink was privately horrified at Petalite’s dissection and study of  organics that she just wanted to play with. And, found it hard to connect with such an outwardly flat affected gem.

Petalite tried her hardest to please, Pink, but..... Pink just kept pulling further and further away. Especially when she was finally given Earth. Where was she all the time? 

On that faithful day, Pink instructed Petalite to do something on Homeworld for her. She needed to give a speech on Earth she said. 

Petalite was not there the moment Pink Diamond was shattered.

Petalite was devastated, so much so she went into her own head and lost her color- something that can happen to a gem only in extreme situations. Petalite desperately buried herself in research in study, turning down Blue’s offer to become her own right hand and resulting in Bitch Crystal being selected for the position instead. She didn’t want to fail another Diamond. 

No, Petalite threw herself at the shard of her Diamond, desperately trying to repair her with all kindergarten techniques known to gem kind. But nothing helped. She grew colder, more distant, and only really showed anger at those who bothered her studies now. 

When Steven arrives at homeworld as “Rose”, she demands they shatter him, so she may use his naturally healing shards to try to fix Pink.. But, when he’s thought to be “Pink”... She’s relived. Happy. So glad her diamond is truly okay..... Confused. Hurt. Why didn’t she know? How could she not know? Why didn’t Pink tell her? She knew Pink didn’t like her too much but, to be left behind like that.... 

In era three, when Steven is Steven, she’s lost and unsure what to do now. All her existence has centered around Pink. And she’s not really sure who “Petalite” is anymore under all the trauma and loss.

Gwendolyn jumped as the front door to the home he was staying at slammed open. He sat up from where he sat, placing his propped up feet back onto the floor. "Illy?" He stood and approached the woman he'd come to know as a friend who had somehow found where he was staying. "What are you doing here?"

Illendra stood in the doorway, dripping wet from the rain outside. She glared up from under her wet bangs and spoke clearly. "How do I die?" Her voice was firm, but shaky. And her eyes, dark with hate and anger. Wet with something other than the rain.

Gwendolyn drooped at the question and extended his arms to Illendra, trying to comfort her. "Illy. You know I can't-"

"Don't give me that shit, Rolfe!" Illendra stepped inside, pointing an accusatory finger at Gwendolyn. "I know you know and, damnit, you're the only one I can trust to tell me!" She motioned angrily, "Just- be the rebel you say you are and fucking tell me! I can't do this if- If I don't- If I don't know what he-" Illendra looked away and hugged herself. 

Gwendolyn sighed and took off his coat, placing it over her shoulders gently. "Let's get you dried off, yeah? We can talk about this later, okay?"

"No!" Illendra shook off his coat, "I'm tired of all this! I'm tired of not knowing, of you looking at me with that pitying fucking look in you eyes-" Gwendolyn flicked his eyes away sheepishly at the point, knowing he'd been doing that. "I'm tired of- of Boss and this stupid fucking fate, and the stupid fucking curse bitch and- and-" Illendra buried a hand in her hair roughly, tears spilling freely at this point. 

Gwendolyn blinked a few times, before sighing deeply and looking behind himself a moment in thinking before looking back to Illendra. "You know if I tell you, you can't go back to not knowing."

"You think I don't know that, Gwen?!" Illendra's voice cracked, sniffing angrily and wiping her eyes roughly. "I just.... Wouldn't you have wanted to know?" She looked away, hugging herself, "Before you made your own mistake? Left for your own fate?"

Gwendolyn looked to the floor, distantly. Thousands of screams and the terrible sirens rang somewhere in his mind. He bent down and picked up his coat, "You're impaled," Illendra startled at him actually saying something, instead of saying sorry and moving her along. He began to fold the coat absently, not looking at her, "In your abdomen. Right above your belly button. Your lung gets pierced and the sword exits to the right of your spine. You go into shock pretty much immediately, after he removes the blade. So you don't feel much. You bleed out, I think."

Illendra blinked a few times as Gwendolyn talked, having turned away from her and hung his coat over the arm of his coach as he spoke. He swallowed thickly and leaned on the coach, head hung as he took off his hat and put it on his chest in a mourning method. "I- .... You're not alone. As you die. There is someone there. I cannot say who, but it is not him. He flees after you fall. A small comfort, I know but...." He choked on what he could say after that. 

Illendra sniffed and clutched at her stomach, gripping her shirt fabric there roughly. She smiled, however, tears flowing freely, "Thank you, Gwen."

"Sure," Gwendolyn's own voice cracked dryly, trying to ignore the future gurgling of pain and fear ringing in his ears. Knowing it was him who had to hold her as she died. Comfort her and tell her that it was okay. He didn't know if she would realize it was him. And she didn't need to know it was him. But... She didn't deserve to die alone. He knew he'd go there as soon as he knew. He knew he'd want the same. And so he'd give the same. For her. Because he-

"I'm sorry I asked you do that-" Illendra looked away a moment, sniffing, "I just-"

"It's fine," Gwendolyn pretended he wasn't crying and ran a hand through his hair. "You want something to drink? And a towel? You're dripping all over my carpet." 

Illendra looked down before laughing bitterly, "Sorry. Sure. Thanks." 

Gwendolyn nodded and went to the kitchen. Leaning against the wall next to the doorway after he finally entered it and covering his mouth. So he could finally sob openly.

gosssh thank you so much again for drawing these two!!!

they're just standing there... menacingly

oh gosh she looks lovely!! I love her!

Drawing AU fic: "Pearl's Pearl"

I read the fanfic "Pearl's Pearl" by yaboyrobin on AO3 and saw the link to a drawing of the new Pearl in question, and I wanted to draw her. I'm mostly just posting this for an easy way to show the author.

It's not that great bc it was drawn on Chrome canvas, as that's what's accessible to me rn, but I hope you like it!

*throws muffin*

Sir™, this is a Wendy's, please throw the Brand Appropriate Food at the staff.

My soooon!!! ❤❤❤❤ I adore how he turned out in your style!! Thank you again so much for drawing him!!

EXP Mini Commission for @yaboy-robin !

Another gem for my oc au; Asterism! One of the off colors.

Asterism technically has nothing wrong with her. She is simply fulfilling her purpose being with the off colors. Pink Diamond originally crafted Asterisms to be helpful…. For rebels. Hear her out! The original concept was for Asterisms to “escort” rebels and off colors that were considered “dangerous” or not worth the trouble of chasing after to a non homeworld controlled planet to live out their days. This way, there would be minimum harm to Homeworld, and Homeworld wouldn’t have to exert recourses on just one or two errant gems. They were kept in service by Blue Diamond, but are very few and far between these days. 

Asterism is supposed to escort the off color group off planet, while keeping away from guards. Most guards don’t listen to Asterisms and just attempt to shatter the gems they’re escorting. They were taking a break to rest, when Lars and Steven came upon their hideout. 

Asterism herself is a bit ditzy and does not know how to stop talking. She is loyal to a fault, and has no idea she could be free if she just tried. Plenty of off colors have tried to get this well meaning gem to think for herself, but she’s never followed them. Lars is the first one she follows, inspired by his sacrifice to learn more about what more she could do for her duty. And, eventually, Lars  and the other off colors help her figure out that she can do what she wants. It doesn’t matter what anyone thinks..

I’m rewatching Reunited and I noticed something.

Sapphire startles and hides her eye to prevent herself looking at Ruby-

before Ruby walks in.

Meaning she knew Ruby was about to walk in, by using her future vision.

She saw Ruby.

Now, in (American) popular culture, it is bad luck to see the bride before the wedding.  We see later that Ruby is considered the bride by her wearing the wedding dress and walking down the aisle like a traditional (American) bride (sorta):

Now, what bad luck could this have brought? What misfortune happened later that Sapphire did not foresee because she was so distracted by Ruby and the wedding?

The Diamonds arrive. 

That’s bad luck if I’ve ever heard it.