★270 gemsona submissions, 135 fusion teams, 921 followers, and 1,450 posts on this blog since it started on March 24th. WOW!★
Skype chats, new gemsona RP blogs, SU watching party livestreams, the tags getting filled up with amazing art, people making friends and being happy with their fusion partner. Incredible! This all went 200 times better than I would have ever hoped to expect, and definitely sets a standard for future Gemsona Weeks and gemsona projects.
Not only that, but the Steven Universe crew knows about our fandom week and appreciates it! Hopefully some of them stumbled across this blog and felt the love we all have for their amazing show. That’s the icing on the cake, for me. Gemsona Week was all about getting the fandom to interact and have fun together, make new friends, and celebrate this show we all love so much.
I really appreciate all the effort everyone put into this week, so I thought we could do ONE last thing before it all officially ends and this blog’s queue dwindles down and goes quiet.
Lets fill the “gemsona week” tag with art one more time. I’ll take drawing requests for gemsonas and fusions and try to get through as many as possible. Send this blog (not my personal please!) an ask with your request, and please provide either the gemsona ID # or fusion group # so I can find them faster! I’ll do them in the order I get them, so be quick- there’s no guarantee I’ll get to you, sorry if I don’t.
I really encourage other artists to do the same tonight- open up drawing requests and try to get as many done as possible! Lets flood the tags with art of gemsonas one more time. ♥
I’m five followers away from 100.
Lol where did you all come from seriously.
YOUUU GUYSS FOLLOW THIS PIETRO/QUICKSILVER!!! THEY’RE TOTALLY AWESOME!!
Pietro just kind of gave Teresa a warm smile. He really had nothing against Lorna, but his father was all but ashamed that his daughter had to join the X-Men of all people. “He probably does. My sister has green hair, kinda hard to miss. Ehm, long story,” he laughed a little bit nervously. “Anyway, I’m sure both of my sisters will love you. They’re both nice… unless you piss them off,” he chuckled.
Blue eyes widened as he followed Teresa’s fingers trailing over the bottom of her ribs. It was not the first he had ever heard of a parent beating their child for being a mutant. He was lucky he had never had to experience that himself. “Did- he hit you?” he asked, fingers brushing over the spot she had just stroked herself. His eyes darkened, his hands balled into fists. “Well, don’t worry. No one will hit you here,” he promised. “Not outside of training, anyway. If anyone lays a hand on you, you let me know and I’ll take care of them for you, alright?”
Teresa’s eyes lit up at Pietro’s description of his siblings. “Dyed hair and attitude? Are you sure they’re not my siblings?” she teased, until something occurred to her. “Wait, are they… you know, um, mutants too?” The word still sounded strange coming from her mouth, especially in such a casual tone. She wondered if it was okay to ask, but Pietro’s next question assured her that they were both moving into the more personal zones.
The look on the speedster’s face surprised her, even more when she felt his hand lightly touch against her ribs. Teresa couldn’t hide the small jump her body made against her will. The darkening of her companion’s expression alarmed her slightly. “Of course he hit me,” she scoffed, injecting confidence into her voice to hide the sudden nervousness she felt. “How else would my mutation have manifested?” Teresa knew enough about mutations to know this; her brother had explained to her before that his defensive abilities only showed up once he’d been in a sufficiently dangerous situation, and might never have shown otherwise.
"You don’t need to go on a whole macho rampage about it. Half the time I get upset people’s hands will go right through me," the girl added jokingly. She didn’t really know how to respond to Pietro’s offer; it made her feel awkward and grateful at the same time. Don’t be ridiculous, Teresa told herself sternly. He’s just saying that to impress you. You know how boys are!
#50 - Alexandrite
Fusion of: Spinel and Honeycomb Brain Coral
Gem Type: Alexandrite
Weapon(s): A variation of a Shaolin Spade and a two-pronged spear. It changes color based on the lighting- bright green in sunlight, and bright red at night!
Skills/Powers: Alexandrite is great at singing; in battle, their voice can not only mimic the sounds of a much larger opponent but also lull crystal monsters to sleep.
Personality: Alexandrite is positive with a can-do attitude, but when serious can become a quiet storm. Alexandrite is very adventurous, and often goes off traveling by themselves or with a few other people they really love. Alexandrite is perfect to travel with because they’ve got a great sense of humor, and always come prepared with snacks. They’re very calm and methodical, and don’t like unnecessarily hectic situations or reactions.
Other Notes: When Spinel and Honey first met, one laid-back and one high-strung, they often found themselves at odds with each other. However their mutual love of cartoons helped to bridge the gap between them, and in the middle of a deadly battle they both realized that only one move could be used to defeat the monster— one they’d seen in their latest show. Spinel and Honeycomb were then able to fuse together and replay the fight scene perfectly, defeating the monster and winning the day!
[JFC TAHNO I just choked on coughing and laughter at this, omfg ilu]
Uh oh! Your character is watching mine get hit on and is feeling possessive. How does your character handle this?
Every club had its assholes, and this one was no different. In hindsight, Zana figured the dress she wore was as much of an asshole magnet as it was a clingy fashion statement. Usually, people got the hint pretty quickly with Zana. It was kind of hard not to when she made it very clear she wasn’t interested. But this guy just didn’t seem to want to give up.
That was probably why Tahno intervened, but the sudden display of aggression on her behalf took her off guard. “Tahno!” she yelled, her voice as shocked as she felt as she rushed forward and tried to grab his arm. “Spirits, Tahno, it’s fine, he’s not worth it,” she said in a rush, not wanting him to cause a scene. Though really, it was a bit late now.
"With your fists?” Zana demanded, looking at Tahno seriously. “Tahno, you didn’t have to..to beat him up or something. This isn’t like you,” she pointed out, brow furrowing a little. He didn’t usually pick fights, not even with people that hit on her or his other friends. Usually it was all cool words and a casually slung arm around her shoulders that made a clear image of boundaries.
"What’s gotten into you?" she asked.
"This could be like me!” responded Tahno viciously, wrenching his hand out of Zana’s once they got clear of the crowd. “Look, it’s not even— it’s not even about me,” he stated, hastily switching track, “I was just protecting you! You clearly needed my help. That bastard wouldn’t have let up no matter how much you rejected him. And what would you have done, set him on fire? In the middle of a club? Ha!”
Something twisted inside of him as the sound of his own voice reached his ears. He didn’t know why he was acting the way he was, why frustration was boiling up inside of him so strongly, and why the idea of Zana setting an asshole’s clothes on fire didn’t make him grin as usual. But he couldn’t help it; he stared challengingly into Zana’s eyes, fists clenched as he secretly hoped that she could somehow quell the terrible excitement within him.
Someone who doesn’t know anything about Utena explain this please
is this the gay agenda