New Gem For My Replace All Canon Gems With Ocs Au! Coral!

I ordered two themed thrifting boxes from @shiftythrifting and the first one came yesterday while I was out! This one is stuffed animal theme!

I got a surprisingly solid pikachu, a dragon webkins who is adorable, a cat mirror (not shown because it got hidden by the dragon), and an owl build a bear. Plus, a recipe card, some magic cards, a wrestling card, and some stickers! A great haul! I'm looking forward to the second one when it comes!

another small sketch comic to try to calm down.

referencing this clip

My Power Over You-

Grows Stronger Yet!

Full Name: Charon Pagano

Species: Soul Collector (formerly human)

Gender: Male [he/him/his]

Age: unknown

Birthdate: November 8th

Sexuality: Demiromantic Asexual

Height: 5ft 5 in

Myer Briggs: ISFP

Voice Claim: Virgil "Anxiety" Sanders from Sanders Sides

Related Characters: Espi; Derek, Andrea, Dedra; The Soul Collector (link to ref when it's done)

Charon was born on the streets, taken care of by drifters until they deemed they needed to drift in a different direction from a child. They weren't his parents. They didn't have responsibility towards him. No, Charon had no one to take care of him but himself. And that was fine.

He scrounged up what he could, used what others didn't need, and started getting getting minimum wage jobs as soon as people would hire him. He was hired on as simple things. But, with no formal education, he didn't have much of a chance for anything else.

Until he started overhearing dark secrets. Secrets that people wanted other people dead. And, well, they'd pay for it. Charon had two choices: turn these secret holders in and probably get hit himself for being a rat. Or get the job done.

He became a psuedo-hit man. Getting paid to kill others. It got him what he needed. He never liked that he did it, but it was what life handed him. It was fine, for a bit.

But police figured out what he was. And he was the subject of a man hunt across the united states as he fled. He was shot in a confrontation and crawled to an alley to die. He was born there, he would die there.

Death approached this dying man and felt pity for his soul. He could hear Hell calling for this man but.... Charon had been dealt a bad hand. Most people who were dealt a bad hand like this were negotiated away to purgatory- or they were condemed to hell. And Death usually didn't care. But Charon reminded him so much of another.....

Death squirreled Charon a once-in-a-blue-moon deal he couldn't refuse. He'd become a soul collector. One who would be tasked with collecting souls that Death missed and became ghosts. It was true what they said, no one could be everywhere at once. He had to collect the souls of ones who were harmful to mortals. But the ones who were minding their own buisness? Up to him as to what to do with them.

Charon accepted.

Death introduced himself as Derek, a being capable of splitting his soul off into multiple bodies so he could do his job. Derek and Charon became close as Derek taught the new soul collector the ropes. Charon felt Derek understood him, and was the closest thing that Charon had towards being a friend. Even more....

But it all came crashing down one morning. Andrea, a vampiric former guardian of Death when Death was still a new, fragil soul, came to Charon in tears. The higher ups could not find Death or his soul anywhere. And when they looked..... They found the world had created a new Death. A young girl who said her name was Dedra.

Derek was gone, as good as dead. Charon now forces himself to focus on the task he has been given. Pick up the slack from the new Death and gather souls as best he can. He just tells himself that when he's paid back his debt... He'll look for Derek's soul himself. The higher ups had to have missed something. Overlooked a small detail- something. Derek couldn't be gone.

ABOUT THE SOUL IN A JAR:

Watson was gifted to Charon when Derek was still around. This soul seems to be trapped in a magic jar that makes the heavenly powers unable to detect the soul or judge it properly, and therefore was left until it could be judged. The jar cannot be opened, no matter how hard anyone tries. It can't be broken either. It seems invincible. Derek wanted Charon to "take care" of Watson, as he didn't have time to watch over the soul anymore.

"Be sure to greet our Diamond in kind and comfort her if asked, as you all have before! I am sure you all will be rewarded handsomely for your loyalty and patience during this difficult time for Blue Diamond."

"Of- course, my Crystal! I'll make sure all these gems are at their posts, ready to receive our Diamond! And, I'll make sure to greet our Diamond personally!"

"Hm.....? Oh, Angelite! I almost didn't see you there! Why don't you hold onto my cape while I ready the bubble room for my Diamond? I must make sure to be there in time to comfort my Diamond when she arrives here. I'll be sure to give here your greetings when I remember to!"

"I-! THANK you, my Crystal! I'm VERY GREATFUL for that!"

Re-design of Druzy Quartz, the fusion of Orphiment and Kunzite. I like this much better than the last design so this is the new canon design.

Nuummite is pretty cautious of that orange gem over there-- Aaaaa thank you for drawing her, dude!!!!!

Streams all done! Here’s the rest of the group!

@matthewbarnumandbailycircus @rocky-draws @sunnygoldenorangegem and @yaboy-robin your’s are all drawn!

Almost forgot to post these lil chibis here hehe

MY FIRST FIC ON AO3! GO READ IT!

A small sketch to test out a concept.

Hitchcock has a small.... issue with blood. He's not.... scared of it, necessarily. It’s just.... any time he sees it-

Their screams fill the air. (Who's? And why-) His troops beg for mercy. (His? He's never.... Has he? A long forgotten mission maybe?) Ubris shows no mercy (Ubris? He's never liked Ubris. He never could place why. Well-) Ubris's face shows no emotion. (Sometimes something pricks at his mind.) Their blood colors Ubris's cloak a different color. (This very scene sometimes.) Please please please just let it stop- (He never remembers that the memory passed by until it passes again) Ubris coldly tells Hitchcock it's over (What's over? What is he forgetting?) So long as he never tries this again- (Tries what? What had he done?) He could live. (Why is he crying- living is good!)

The blood is dry and caked into him by the time he forgets. Did he spill food coloring? Odd. He doesn't remember. He should clean up.