“Hi! Would You Like To Talk To Me About Dinosaurs?!”

New gem for my replace all canon gems with ocs au! Original design by @pocket-gems ; with a few tweaks from me!

This is Angelite, the manager of Pink Diamond’s human zoo. The zoo, within this au, is a bit of an oddity. All the gems housed within are experimental gem types that Pink Diamond herself concepted. She only ever got to see one of them emerge before she was “shattered”. These gems teeter an odd line;  technically are under Blue Diamond, but no Diamond wishes to claim them since they’re Pink’s.

Angelite is not one of these gems.

Angelite was born with a permafrost defect, a defect which can erase things that their gem type would usually have. Whether it be their standard form being totally different from what they would normally have. missing abilities that they would normally have (as seen with Brimstone), having a different coloration than normal, or loosing their base coding entirely so they’re barren like Amethyst. This defect cannot erase standard abilities like fusing or the like however. Most permafrost gems are tested for usefulness before being judged for shattering. Angelite was born lucky, simply being a different color than the average Angelite. She was quickly put to work.

Angelites usually work under Blue Diamond to poison and kill any organic matter they touch. This Angelite quickly rose through the ranks, showing initiative in her duties - and going above and beyond. Even going as far as to poison entire planets herself. 

Angelite grabbed the attention of Blue Diamond with her hard work. She became part of Blue’s personal court. Angelite dreamed of more, maybe even finding a place in the coveted open spot of Blue Diamond’s right hand....

And then Pink was shattered.

Blue Diamond quickly scooped up the gem who Pink Diamond created that actually met her, Bitch Crystal, for her right hand spot. A gem who actually knew her, who carried a piece of Pink and was created by Pink was just what she needed in that time. And, Blue shoved Angelite to the side to watch over the Pink Diamond zoo, the humans, and the other Pink Diamond gems.

Angelite grew bitter and angry. In her eyes, everything she was working for was stolen by this... this.... joke of a gem! She hates Bitch Crystal (not that he makes it hard to hate him), these stupid Pink Diamond gems, this stupid zoo, and longs for the days she’s lost. She’d do anything to win favor with the Diamonds again. Even do this stupid job she is above, or try to woo Bitch Crystal to make a legal mixed gem fusion and become Blue Diamond’s right hand like she always dreamed that way.

VERSUS COVAH: Judgement

[Defender of What’s Right]

Obsessed With Your Legacy-

Your sentences border on senseless! And you are paranoid in every paragraph. To how they perceive you!

I was younger than you are now When I was given my first command. I led my men straight into a massacre! I witnessed their deaths firsthand- I made every mistake, And felt the shame rise in me. And even now I lie awake, Knowing history has its eyes on me.... History has its eyes on me...

Let me tell you what I wish I’d known When I was young and dreamed of glory: You have no control Who lives, who dies, who tells your story. I know that we can win. I know that greatness lies in you! But remember from here on in: History has its Eyes on you!

(( Washington cannot be left alone to his devices Indecisive, from crisis to crisis The best thing he can do for the revolution Is turn n’ go back to plantin’ tobacco in Mount Vernon))

A Pearl that was born highly defective due to orders from her owner, who secretly was part of a mixed fusion in her off time. Her defects include: blindness, having four arms,and having slightly longer legs than normal (making her a head taller than the average Pearl).

She was put in a rejuvenation chamber for all her flaws, in hopes that she could be customized by her next owner to be non defective. If not, she would be shattered. 

However, she was left forgotten. As, the rejuvenation chamber was on Earth. And the retreat order was called before she could be retrieved. 

Rose found her about a thousand years after the war, and accidentally activated her, the poor Pearl’s default settings keeping her defective. Over the next thousands of years, the other crystal gems teach her how to be free. 

Rose helps her edit bits of her outfit to make her more comfortable and confident. A bow to push her hair out of her eyes and show off their beauty, a shawl to cover the arms she’d rather not show, and a bell to help her listen to the sound bouncing off the walls so she can judge where she is within buildings (plus it alerts others to keep an out out for the poor Pearl), 

Unsure of a nickname for this little lady.

A couple more students for my hybrid high idea. I have some staff sketched but I wanna sketch one more and line and color em before I post em.

Bartholomew “Barbie” Harbor is a goblin/kenku hybrid upperclassman. He has always been very short, only ending up child sized. He gets in trouble a lot due to his temper and habit of threatening those who pose a danger to his boyfriend. Due to this, he doesn’t really have any friends other than his boyfriend. Barbie was adopted as a baby by two human lesbians and knows nothing about his biological parents.

Sebastian Jerimiah Corrashell is a bullywug/siren hybrid upperclassman. Sebastian is one of the most popular students in school. Everyone loves him. He’s one of the lead members of the school choir, is a member of the honor society, and has a large group of friends. None, however, are closer than his boyfriend Barbie. Barbie and Sebastian are childhood friends, living next door to each other since before they can remember. They promised when they were young that they’d stick together and marry one day no matter what, and it seems that promise will stick. Sebastian cannot vocalize in english, and only croaks. Instead. he uses a tablet to read out things he types for others (since he can’t really sign with his claws either). 

Both Sebastian and Barbie are cis males and use he/him pronouns

New Character alert!

Full Name: Gwendolyn Elisha Rolfe

Species: Arglwydd Amser

Gender: Male [he/him/his]

Age: Unknown

Birthdate: Irrelevant

Sexuality: Panromantic Pansexual

Height: 5ft 9in

Handedness: Ambidextrous

Myer Briggs: ENFP

Voice Claim: Raymond from OK KO

Unbeknownst to the common man, the concept many would know as a "time lord" is real. Guardians of history, Arglwydd Amsers are assigned to various spots in history, to make sure certain important events happen by the god of time. When they're not on assignment, they're in the designated "present" - making sure no one is messing with the time stream. Blending in, looking like normal mortals (minus their eyes). No one knows they exist (except a select few they keep as companions, more on that in the notes).

Gwendolyn went through the motions. Did his duty for a long time. Made sure time was right, and made sure some.... horrible things happened. He... hated it, to be frank. Having everything in his life decided for him. Everything he'd ever do was decided for him. He didn't want any of this. He was never asked what he wanted, his feelings never considered.

Gwendolyn ran away. He went rogue, galavanting through time and trying to be as free as he could be. He avoids any other time lords, knowing he'd likely be forced back to his duty. He never purposefully screws up anything in the time stream, knowing how hard it is to fix. However, he doesn't mind if something happens on accident. Whatever, right? He doesn't care anymore. He's free. And loving life.

A few tid bits:

All Arglwydd Amsers are intersex. This includes Gwendolyn. Their gender is left up to them.

Arglwydd Amsers generally do not like interacting with other Arglwydd Amsers. They never really consider them family or lovers, just a coworker they might run into who might mess with their work. Because of this, it’s rare to see more than one in any one time period/place combination. 

Companions are important to Arglwydd Amsers. They tell one person the truth behind what they are and take them on adventures with them. The companion is locked from telling anyone the truth behind who the Arglwydd Amser is with a silence spell similar to Pearl's silence in Steven Universe. This is not done on purpose but is a sort of survival instinct done automatically by the Arglwydd Amser.

 If a companion is mortal, the Arglwydd Amser always keeps a keepsake to remember the companion by. And returns them to their time before they age too much.

The time god knows what companions each Arglwydd will get throughout their lives, but prefers to leave their identities and what their relationships will be like a surprise to the Arglwydd Amser. He also never tells what other relationships will be important through the Arglwydd Amser’s life, or what they need to say in order to complete their mission. He knows his Arglwydd Amsers are smart and can figure things out themselves.

Arglwydd Amsers are sort of like jellyfish. They can, theoretically, live forever. However, they can be killed by outside means. The time god is aware of if and when an Arglwydd Amser will die and is ready to replace them at a moment's notice. He never gets attached to them for this reason. 

The time god is aware of Gwendolyn running away, but simply does not care. He does not foresee him causing any major problems- and he has enough Arglwydd Amsers to cover any spots Gwendolyn is supposed to be. One rouge one is nothing to worry about.

There are other Arglwydd Amsers who know Gwendolyn is rebelling and are chasing after him, trying to get him back to work. Unaware their boss doesn't care.

I had this dream that actually gave me a really good concept for new characters

Percival “Percy” Peridot Hudson is your average human. The only child of a divorced mother, Percy is a smart child who has buried himself in his studies ever since his parent’s divorce at a young age. He pushes everyone away, and has very few friends. The friends he does have, aren’t terribly close to him either. 

This changes when his mother very suddenly remarries a mysterious bachelor and they must move to a new neighborhood. 

Percy is yanked from his comfortable, mundane life in the suburbs and placed into a new school. A school that only has hybrids. Half humans, half elves, half fae, etcetera. Many mixed fantasy races roam this school. And Percy just became the first human in the school’s history.

Percy must go through his high school years in this very odd school, having to unlearn stereotypes and stigmas humans have about various species.

He makes actually close friends during this time. One of which is the half swamp fae, half vampire Turnip Foxglove Daisymount. He teaches Percy to relax and let go of his need to be perfect at everything. Percy teaches Turnip that normal is okay sometimes. 

Percy is a trans male who uses he/him pronouns and Turnip is a demiboy who uses he/they pronouns.

The Offers

(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.

-

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.  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.....

some covah sketches. 

I’m quite happy with how this turned out. Just a quiet drawing to cool down for the night. 

Gwendolyn has a lot of pent up anger towards the deity who controls time. He worshiped Boss at one point in time. But, Boss had Gwendolyn do something..... Terrible. Something that did not need to happen for history to continue on the path it was headed. But Gwendolyn was assigned to it anyway. And around 4000 people died. Being forced to do that would make even the most loyal of men question their leader. 

But, he knows he can do nothing with this anger. The deity knows all Gwendolyn has and will do. The curse of working with someone who knows all of history that has and will happen. So, Gwendolyn rebels against his post. It’s the most he can do to show his dissatisfaction.