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Glowweek nature■/nuture□ Nightbell @glowweek @ask-suauwitchanddemons

“As natural as the fall of night; as rhythmic as a bell chime, with a touch of their creator intent, hum?” Connie maheswaran rubbed her chin as she read the instructions for homunculi crafting. "What the heck is that? Why is this type of magic nothing but riddles? Nothing at all like flame or blaze magic.” She sighed as she leaned back in her chair, a tired and annoyed look on her face.

She has been at this studying and experimenting all morning.

"Mistress." Steven called from the front door of the witch's study, " Come out to my greenhouse, please. I wish to show you my newest purchase."

Connie hummed, hearing her partner's footsteps get further from her door as she stretched sitting up from her bent-over position. " Well, I have been in here all day. Some fresh air would be nice." She rubbed the nape as she stood up, turning and leaving her incompleted research on the table.

"You're a beauty." Steven gushed at the newest part of his garden, setting the potted plant down on the table, " Sure, my lady will love you as well. Yes, she will."

"Dapper demi?" Connie called.

"In here, my lady!"

The witch followed the call of her demon partner pausing, catching a glimpse of his excited, smiling face through the greenhouse glass walls. She felt her cheeks heat up at the sight and couldn't help but feed off his excitement, skipping a bit as the greenhouse came closer.

"I'm here, Steven." She announced her arrival, stepping in with a grin, "What this amazing purchase you have to show me that you pulled me away from some research in homunculi."

Steven grinned at his lady, kissing the back of her hand, " My apologies, my lady, but first I know you haven't left your lair since this morning and probably forgot to eat the breakfast I left for you in the kitchen."

"I..." She rubbed her nape bashfully. He knew her so well.

"I got to it, eventually.. "

"So if I kiss you, I'll taste it on your breath?" Steven grinned as he watched his contractor blush again.

".. umm. Ye- you were going to show me your purchase?" She stated shyly as the dapper demon got closer.

"You're right!" He exclaimed with glee turning away as Connie took a breath. Only to feel his lips take hers as she melted into the deep exploring kiss. Tippy-toeing as he pulled away to keep the kiss going for just a few more seconds.

"You did eat it, good job." Steven grinned, pecking her nose.

"I told you as much." She gave him a smug pout," I don't miss your meals... even if it gets cold." She grinned," Now, what did you want to show me?"

"Ah yes!" Steven smiled, holding her hand and leading her to the newest addition to his greenhouse.

"A... black and purple stripe bluebell?"

The flower she was looking at was indeed a black and purple bluebell, a demonically beautiful black and purple striped bluebell, with exotic bulbed stems, spike leaves, and its large head pointing upward.

"A Nightbell!" The demon exclaimed excitedly.

"A Nightbell?" Connie repeated, her eyes widening in surprise. "How did you manage to obtain such a rare and enchanting flora?"

Steven beamed with pride, "I've been searching for one of these for quite some time, and finally, a fellow demon trader had one in his possession. He was kind enough to part ways with it, seeing the potential it held for our... work."

Connie couldn't help but admire the extraordinary bluebell. Its dark colors seemed to absorb the dim light of the greenhouse, giving it an almost mystical aura. She gently ran her fingers along the spiky leaves, feeling the cool smoothness of the stem.

"But what is a Nightbell, Steven?" she inquired, still in awe of the flower. "It has all the beauty of a regular bluebell, but with such darkness and allure."

“Glad you asked, my lady.”Steven grinned, “ the Nightbell is a demon plant, usually grown in places of high magic and cursed soil.”

“Cursed?” Connie questioned

“Run down temples, alters, battlefields, dark ritual sites, and various other places of dark magic, where poisonous plants would grow," Steven explained. "It dwells in unstable landscapes, surrounded by a dense fog that takes its purplish hue from the night.”

Connie’s eyes glistened with excitement. “That’s incredible.”

Connie stepped closer to examine the flower further, still holding the exotic stem between her fingers. She traced the spikey edges of the leaves and looked up at Steven, her eyes wide with wonder.

“Its energy from those places is what it feasts on, what gives it attributes of dark magic and mystique. That allure is the flower's way of attracting unsuspected travelers to it so it can absorb its vitality and energy into itself. It can also absorb any magic used near it.”

"Fascinating," Connie murmured, her voice barely a whisper. "So it's a potted parasitic predator, feeding on the very essence of magic and life."

“if wild, yes.” Steven nodded, his eyes dancing with a mixture of excitement and reverence.

“But why would bring a cursed plant home?" she asked, her fascination growing with each revelation.

"Because my lady, a normal Nightbell, can amplify magical energy,” Steven said, his voice filled with excitement. “It’s an ideal ingredient for certain potions and spells. Even a well-boil Nightbell can produce a magical stimulant in the form of tea, especially those that require a touch of darkness.”

Connie’s mind raced as she considered the possibilities. “Could it be used to enhance my magic? Permanently” she asked.

“Absolutely,” Steven replied with a smile, “Among other uses.”

“And you’re certain it won’t try to feed on us or drain all of our magic?” She asked with a playful smile.

Steven chuckled. “My lady. I’ve taken the proper precautions. I’ve planted it in a pot filled with blessed soil and surrounded it with protective runes. It absorbs and is sated by the ambient magic in the air as well as the nutrients from the soil. As for feeding, it still can absorb the life force of smaller creatures, but it is not a necessity, as it prefers the magic energy, we’re perfectly safe.”

"You took precautions. Well, you should enjoy your find, Dapper.” Connie nodded, grinning at his excitement

”oh Connie, my blazing witch, this isn't for me. I did all this for you.”

“For me?” Connie looked up at her partner, an arched left brow, and a small side smile on her lips.

“For you, my Witchy ember,” Steven explained, taking her hands in his. "I know how much you've been struggling to solve the puzzle of a homunculi core, right?”

“those crafting instructions are like a tome of puzzles, riddles, and mind games,” she complained, her black eyes reflecting the purple tint of her flame magic. “But I'm determined to figure it out.”

“as expected of you,” Steven replied with a slight chuckle as he rubbed his thumbs across the back of her hands. “I think this Nightbell might hold the key you're looking for.”

“And how exactly is that? What's your plan, Dapper demon?”

Steven grinned mischievously, his eyes sparkling with excitement. “Nothing too sinister,” he toyed, “ just feed some of your magic directly into the bulb.”

Connie eyed him cautiously as she continued to caress the Nightbell's petals. “And what purpose will that serve, Steven?”

“It will attune itself to your power. Just trust me on this, my lady,” he insisted with charm and a glint in his eye. “This is exactly what you've been missing.”

Intrigued, Connie bit her lower lip as she considered his proposal. She knew he wouldn't intentionally lead her astray. Trusting her instincts, she steeled herself and focused on her fiery magic, allowing it to swirl within her. As the heat built up, a soft red-orange and purple ember appeared on her index finger, casting an eerie light and familiar warmth over them both.

“Alright, bell. Eat up.” She told the plant, holding it to one of its bulb heads.

“Oops, you named it.”

“Oh, quite you.” Connie playfully chastised Steven as the Nightbell head dipped towards the ember. The Nightbell's leaves shifted as if it sensed the magical energy and leaned into her hand, absorbing the ember whole.

Steven's grin widened as he watched the transformation occur before his very eyes. "That should do it," he said with satisfaction.

"Now what?" Connie asked, retracting her power with a small flick of her wrist, extinguishing the ember in the process.

“Now we wait,” Steven replied, his eyes never leaving the Nightbell. “It'll need time to process your magical essence, but when it's done, you'll see its true potential.”

Connie quirked an eyebrow at him as she tugged on his sleeve to get his attention, "Dapper, you and your dramatic pauses. Care to enlighten me on what we are waiting for?”

“Now that would ruin the show, speaking of.” He pointed to the Nightbell as its bulb rose toward the ceiling. its dark petals holding a blackish-purple glow that seemed to be getting brighter by the moment.

“Whoa… what's going on, Steven.” Connie inquired amazement in her voice and eyes. Latching onto his arm

“I wonder.” He teased as They continued to watch as the bulb began to open up.

Connie watched in awe as the Nightbell's petals slowly unfurled, revealing a marble-sized glowing night-colored orb suspended within.

The orb pulsed with magical energy, casting flickering shadows across the walls in an almost melodic time frame.

"As natural as the fall of night; as rhythmic as a bell chime," Connie gasped as she reached for the orb.. feeling a familiar heat of her magic residing inside it.

“With a touch of the creator's intent, was it?” Steven smirked before getting caught off guard as his lady gave him a loving smile and hugged him close, bringing a purplish-pink blush to the demon’s cheek.

“Thank you so much, my darling dapper.” She spoke with an earnest and loving tongue kissing his cheek and the corner of his lips.

“Always, my wondrous witch,” Steven responded in kind, holding and squeezing her tight, lifting her off the ground a bit as he did. All under the nightbells loving light.

#glowweek #connverse #day 4 #fanfiction

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That's a wrap for Glow Week!

Thank you to everyone who participated, whether it be by simply reblogging the announcement post or making full-fledged submissions for the event! Being a Connverse veteran, it brought me immense joy seeing so much new fan content for the ship even four years after Steven Universe Future concluded.

For as long as I possibly can, I will continue reblogging any late submissions I can find onto this account! Don't drop your pieces just because you missed the artifical "deadline."

If you were/are unable to participate in Glow Week, don't worry! It's very likely another one will be held by this very same account later this year! I would personally love to make Glow Week an annual/biannual event. Let me know if that interests you guys at all!

Thank you @imaplatypus-art for the glow bracelet logo art!

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#connverse #glowweek #stevonnie #connie maheswaran #connie x steven #steven x connie #steven universe future #steven universe #steven quartz universe #su #suf

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Title: Our Kids Summary: Steven wonders whether or not he and Connie can be considered parents anymore. Word Count: 547

For some reason, this one was extremely damn difficult for me to write. For the final day of Glow Week, day 7, I used the prompt "Journey's End."

The short is also beneath the cut:

Two colossal red dwarfs hung high overhead, painting the landscape an eerie shade of scarlet. An abundance of alien flora desperately wriggled and outstretched toward the suns in an uncanny, almost sentient manner.

“Not often we’re all in one place these days, huh?” Connie smirked, head resting tenderly against her husband’s shoulder. She twirled a lock of pink hair around her finger as she raised a wine glass to her lips.

Steven’s eyebrows knitted; he offered a solemn nod in agreement. Truthfully, he only paid partial focus to his wife’s words. The true centers of his attention were their four pink-skinned kids, all of whom were congregated around a nearby picnic table, cackling in between recounting tales and gossiping. Just a few minutes prior, he and Connie had been seated among them, though something… existential(?) had invaded his thoughts; he needed some space to think.

“So…” his wife spoke once more; she bounced a knee, “what was that all about back there?” She swirled her wine, breathing in its heavenly aroma, before remarking, “I haven’t seen you that spaced out in centuries.”

Steven crossed his arms with a guttural sigh. “It’s… about the kids,” he confessed timidly. He pressed his golden band against his inner arm. “Tell me—and be honest, Connie…” he inhaled, “do you… think we’re really even parents anymore?”

The aged woman quirked a brow. “What… do you mean?” she probed gingerly, genuinely perplexed. She stared off into the distance, taking note of her and Steven’s cozy, wooden home.

“Well…” the man cleared his throat, “just… think about how old the kids are, how old we are.” He felt Cat Steven rub up against his ankles; he paid her no mind. “They’re only twenty-something years younger than us, right? So, after all this time, after all these centuries… what’s the real difference between us and them?”

Connie’s eyes narrowed as she pondered her husband’s words. She took a prolonged sip from her glass, practically emptying it in the process—thank the stars her zombie-like state possessed an increased alcohol tolerance.

“They’re just as smart as us, just as mature as us; they’re practically just as old as us,” Steven diligently listed. “So… what does that leave us with?” he interrogated. Tears pricked at his eyes. “Their baby pictures?”

“Our kids, honey…” Connie retorted. She set her wine glass atop Lion’s back; the feline appeared unperturbed. “That leaves us with our kids,” she reiterated, interlacing her fingers with her husband’s. She tenderly met his damp, chocolatey eyes. “Being a parent isn’t about intellect or maturity or… even age,” she sighed. “It’s about raising your kids: teaching them how to trust, how to love; how to distinguish right from wrong.” She brushed aside Steven’s curls before pressing her cold, pink forehead against his. “Most importantly, though: it’s about just… being there for them, even after they’re all grown up.”

The hulking man half-smiled momentarily. Wiping at his eyes, he exhaled, “O-okay, but…”—he glanced at their children: they were taking turns scratching Cat Steven’s primordial pouch—”what if they don’t see it that way?”

Connie opened her mouth. Before a single word could escape her lips, however, Lisa’s hoarse, gravelly voice cried out, “Mom, dad, get your butts back over here! Gregory’s busting out his goddamn guitar again!”

#connverse #glowweek #day 7 #fanfiction #my own writing ;o

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They still have karaoke night weekly.

@glowweek Day #5 Family | Friends

#connverse #glowweek #day 5 #art #kiss already!!!

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GLOW WEEK DAY 6-7: Vacation/Ceremony & Journey's End

Aaaand that's it for Glow Week! I finally started to lose steam for these last two days, but I was able to crank out some wedding fluff before the end of the day. This was the first art week I have ever participated in and ever completed, and I'm super glad I did! It was a huge blast to see everyone's awesome creations. I can't wait to do one of these again :)

#glowweek #connverse #day 7 #art #awwwwwe <3

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Seventh and final entry for @glowweek

Just some unfinished aged Steven and Connie concepts. Silly old people

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#connverse #glowweek #day 7 #art #tiny gram gram Connie 💀💀💀

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@glowweek final day!

Day 7: Journey's End

Reunion

Laughter fills the air as children run about, playing games of tag with each other and a few smaller gems. Sunshine with a few clouds and a light breeze makes for a beautiful, comfortable day. A perfect day for everyone to get together for their annual reunion atop the hill above the temple. They hold this reunion every year, always in the same place. Thank goodness they fixed the fence on top of the hill, and closed off the lighthouse. Some of these kids get a little too rambunctious for their own good.

Pearl smiles at the children running about, the adults chatting with various gems, and the overall peace and tranquility. They all worked so hard to earn this peace, and continue to work hard to protect and maintain that peace.

Her eyes, like always, are drawn to a few specific people. A child, short with a familiar smile, a young preteen with long limbs and unique pink eyes, and a young adult with dark skin and silky curls with pink highlights. The diversity of the group before her never ceases to amaze her, along with the sheer similarity they all seemed to bear to two particular people.

Two people who are the reason they all gather today, humans and gems from all over the universe. Hundreds of them all gathered to reconnect with each other and celebrate. Even the diamonds join in, cautiously sitting near the edge of the festivities, and are often used as jungle gyms by the children, thanks to the encouragement of Spinel. The parents would worry, but they've all known the diamonds their whole lives, and they know the diamonds wouldn't let anything happen to them.

Loading a plate full of various foods Pearl turns towards her fellow Crystal Gems. She walks over to join the group, and hands the plate to Amethyst who takes it gratefully. Garnet sits next to Amethyst, arm around her shoulder while she munches. Bismuth stands next to Pearl, wrapping a muscular arm around her shoulders in support, while Peridot and Lapis sit on the ground leaning on each other.

They all stand before a group of memorial gravestones. On one side is a large memorial statue of a lion sleeping. Next to it is a small unassuming gravestone bearing the names of Greg Universe, and Rose Quartz, with dates under their names and engraved with a small rose in the center. On the other side is another small unassuming gravestone bearing the names of Priyanka and Doug Maheswaran with dates under their names as well.

In the center is a slightly larger memorial gravestones bearing the names Connie Universe-Maheswaran, and Steven Cutie Pie DeMayo Diamond Universe. On top of the stone is a small stone house-shaped structure, protecting a bubbled pink diamond gemstone inside.

The crystal gems will never forget the day age finally caught up to Steven. He passed peacefully in his sleep, his gem never reformed, even when removed from his body. To protect him, just in case, White Diamond herself bubbled his gem. The bubble, clear and iridescent, allows them to see him clearly where they placed it upon his gravestone.

He and Connie both lived much longer than most humans, Steven outlived many, many of his descendants, and though they'll always miss them both, the gems know they're both at peace now.

After a few moments longer of mourning and remembering, and a few tears, the group returns to the festivities. Amethyst speeds off to roughhouse with the Famethysts, Pearl joins some younger family members in a game of volleyball with Bismuth, while Lapis and Peridot join a group of gems and humans chatting about various plant life found on other planets.

Garnet pauses before joining the others and turns back to the gravestone. Light shines across the diamond. Her visor reflects the light for a moment, a small smile plays across her lips as she turns and walks away to join the Universe Family Reunion.

#glowweek #connverse #day 7 #fanfiction #this seems like something i'd write if I hadn't made Steven and Connie immortal lmao

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Glow Week Day 7 - Journey’s End.

“Here lies our heroes, Steven Universe and Connie Maheswaran. They sadly passed away after receiving rough attacks from a gem gone crazy. They were looking forward towards their future, but it got taken away, their hopes and dreams gone. May they rest in peace and be happy in a possible afterlife.”

My entry for @glowweek.

#connverse #glowweek #day 7 #art #the attention to detail with their birth years makes me weirdly happy

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Final Glow Week day, Journey's End. It was good while it lasted. @glowweek

#connverse #glowweek #day 7 #art #I pretend I do not see

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I did it… I drew all 7 days of Connverse week. 😵‍💫✨

Glow week

Day 7 - Journey’s End

This one was kind of challenging to think of an idea for. 🤔 So I went with a bitter sweet screenshot redraw.

Here you see Steven and Connie really old, walking together on the same part of the beach where they first met many years ago. Little did they know it was going to be the last time they would walk there together; they just enjoyed the moment.

*star out* 🌟

(Screenshot redraw from the episode Together Forever, Steven Universe Future)

#connverse #glowweek #day 7 #art #im gonna ignore the caption

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Day seven, the final day of Glow Week, is finally here! Only one prompt was given for today's pieces: "Journey's End"! Remember to tag your submissions with #GlowWeek and/or #Connverse so everyone can see your work.

If you missed yesterday's (or any previous day's) prompts, don't worry; I will still reblog any late submissions!

Glow bracelet art by @imaplatypus-art.

#connverse #glowweek #stevonnie #connie maheswaran #connie x steven #steven x connie #steven quartz universe #steven universe #steven universe future #su #suf #day reminder

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Second to last @glowweek prompt!

Day 6: Vacation

Beach Day

Beach City in the summertime! Sun shining, barely a cloud in the sky, people and gems mill about with their ice cream, or slushies. Families gather together on the beach, enjoying the warm sand, basking in the sunlight or splashing around in the water.

On a single blanket with a large umbrella to protect them from the sun's harmful rays sits a new, young family. Majority of the fellow tourists steer clear of the small family with their giant pink umbrella, mostly because of the equally pink lion sleeping next to them. Though that doesn't always stop some of the more adventurous children from indulging their curiosity when their own parents' attention on them wanes.

Steven huffs as he discourages yet another kid, this one barely 4 years old, from trying to climb into Lions mouth. He and Connie know Lion would never hurt anyone, but the last thing they need to deal with while on vacation is panicked parents who, upon finally noticing their absent kid, see them inside the mouth of a massive predator!

“Try to relax hon,” Connie says as she smears a little sunscreen on the face of the small child in her lap, “Lion wouldn't bother opening his mouth for those kids anyways, let alone let them try to climb in!”

“I know, I know, it's just I want you to be able to enjoy your time off without dealing with angry parents.” He slumps onto the ground and gently pats his furry friend's head.

“Thank you, but really, don't worry so much.” She smiles at him, then hands the baby to Steven.

“Here, hold Amie for me while I put sunscreen on your back.”

Steven takes his favorite little bundle of joy from his wife. While he enjoys a light shoulder massage from Connie he plays with Amie, blowing raspberries and making her giggle like crazy.

“Steveeeen! Stevenstevensteven Steven!! And Conniiieee!!” A short green gem screeches as she zips across the sand towards them.

Peridot slides towards them, doing a perfect hook slide, and Steven quickly lifts Amie up and away from the impact zone. No sand is getting in his baby's eyes, not today, not on his watch! Peridot jumps up, dusts off some sand and stands proud, hands on her hips, giant grin on her face.

“Finished your gardening lessons for the day?” Connie asks.

“Indeed I have and I'm the first to arrive! Yes!” She cheers and leaps against Steven to give him a tight hug.

Connie takes Amie so Steven can hug her back, “You humans and this whole “growing up” thing! I can't even get my arms all the way around you anymore! Stop that you clod!” Peridot complains.

“Pretty sure I'm done growing now, Peri.” Steven snickers.

“C-mmm… cwrod!”

The two adults and Peridot freeze, all three heads turning towards the small human in Connie's arms.

“Did… did she just…?” Steven mutters, stunned.

“Her first word!!” Connie practically squeals with joy! “Wait… isn't clod a kind of… gem insult?” Connie asks.

Steven looks to Peridot, “You're the only one I know who regularly says clod… Peri did you… basically teach my daughter a gem swear word!?”

“YES!” Peridot shouts with glee, “That's right little Amie! Clod! Cl-od!”

“Cwod!” Amie says, then blows a spittle bubble. Peridot giggles like a little gremlin, positively delighted. It's obvious to her that Amie doesn't understand what that means just yet, but it won't be long before she does if Peridot has anything to say about it, and much more!

“Peridot. I can tell what you're thinking. No more teaching Amie bad words!” Steven scolds the green gem.

Amie just keeps giggling from where she sits perched on her momma's lap in the shade of their umbrella.

Later that day Pearl nearly faints when she picks up her sweet little Amie and she calls her a clod.

#glowweek #connverse #day 6 #fanfiction

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Title: Lion Scouts Summary: Steven, Connie, and their four kids go hiking in the North Wydaho wilderness. Word Count: 513

A tiny, wee bit late, but here it is! For Glow Week day 6, I used the prompt "Vacation."

The short is also beneath the cut:

“You know, almost fifteen years ago, your mother and I hiked down this very same trail!” Steven beamed from beside his wife. A gargantuan bag containing an assortment of survival gear rested against his back.

“Yeah? Well it’s boring,” Lisa moaned from over her parents’ shoulders. Her arms were firmly crossed as she paced alongside Lion. “There’s just a bunch of trees and squirrels. If I wanted to see those, I could go into our backyard.”

“I think the trail’s beautiful,” the girl’s younger brother, Gregory, twinkled from behind her. He yanked his yellow-red, hand-me-down ukulele off his back. “I’m getting so much inspiration for my next song,” he grinned before strumming a chord on his instrument.

“If you start singing, I think I’m gonna puke,” the boy’s twin sister, Priya, shivered from his left side. “I already hear enough singing at home; I don’t need to hear any more on vacation,” she snorted, elbowing her brother in his abdomen.

“I think some music would be great right about now,” Grace, the eldest sibling, yawned from atop Lion’s back. “I’m normally all for a good hike, but”—she quirked an eyebrow—”middle-of-nowhere North Wydaho?” She darted her eyes around her surroundings; her most exciting observation was a mossy rock. She tittered, “What are we doing out here?”

“Taking a stroll down memory lane,” Steven sing-songed.

“This was one of your father’s favorite stops on his three-year-long road trip,” Connie lectured as she readjusted her scabbard’s strap. She reminisced, “During my first spring break from college, I joined him out here for a whole week.” She booted a sizable stone from the path. “It was…” she smiled timidly, “romantic.”

“Barf!” Lisa mock-gagged; her siblings all snickered.

The family made their way into a miniature, grassy clearing from which a plethora of nearby landmarks could be made out. Chief among them was a moderately sized, vaguely-heart-shaped lake.

“It’s just as I remember it!” Steven gasped. “Kids, this was our camping spot! We slept here every night for seven days straight!” He sprinted to a nearby boulder which he lifted effortlessly with one arm; beneath it, a pair of familiar initials were carved, encased in a crudely drawn heart. “See? We marked it as ours and everything!”

“Woah, cool,” Grace remarked.

Steven pointed toward a small stream. “That’s where your mother and I searched for crayfish.” He tapped his foot atop a small collection of ovular stones. “Here’s where we made dinner every night.” He whipped around, nearly causing his backpack to topple. “And over there”—he pointed in the direction of a respectable mound—”was where we helped a group of marmots dig a new burrow after a badger destroyed their old one!”

“Badgers are rad,” Lisa smirked. “Should’a let it keep the burrow.”

Swiveling on his heel once more, Steven took immediate notice of the heart-shaped lake in the near distance; he went starry-eyed. “Oh my stars!” he squealed, bouncing on his knees. “Connie, Connie, look! It’s the lake where we—”

The woman slapped a palm over her husband’s mouth. “Not around the kids!” 

#connverse #glowweek #day 6 #fanfiction #my own writing ;o

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@glowweek Day 6: Ceremony

"Wedding Armor"

Miss Knight's Dress/Gear set was a collaborative effort by Bismuth and Yellow Pearl. Certainly a fruitful venture and a lasting memory for a special occasion.

#connverse #glowweek #day 6 #art

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Title: The Doctor's Plight Summary: Priyanka comes to grips with her daughter's choice of partner. Word Count: 492

Sorry this one's a bit late; I'll try and still have today's short out on time. I'm super proud of this one's title, though lmao. For Glow Week day 5, I used the prompt "Family."

The short is also beneath the cut:

From the very moment she had first met him, Priyanka had never been too keen on Steven. Who was this strange, bubbly boy, and why did he feel so… entitled to touch and hug her dear Connie? And why did her daughter seem to reciprocate the actions?

As a responsible mother would, she tried to nip the growing friendship in the bud before it could blossom into something… well, more than a simple friendship. She would constantly cut their calls short, fabricate excuses to prevent them from seeing one another; she even tried setting Connie up with a more proper friend, the son of one of her and Doug’s college buddies.

Needless to say, Priyanka’s plans failed absolutely miserably—beyond miserably, even. Steven and Connie were dating by the time they entered their late teens; they were engaged only five years later; and, before she knew it, a freaking baby was on the way, prior to her daughter’s college graduation nonetheless!

All she could do was drink. How had things panned out so unexpectedly? Where had she gone so wrong? Most importantly, how would she explain this all to the extended family before the upcoming wedding!?

Doug had been her rock in these difficult times. He would constantly reassure her and encourage her to think positively. Before long, she found herself looking forward to the upcoming milestones in her daughter’s life, no matter who she met them with.

After catching wind of the bride’s premarital pregnancy, much of the extended Maheswaran family declined their wedding invites. This, Priyanka reasoned, was likely for the best; the last thing her daughter needed on such an important day was the heckling of a bunch of strangers.

The wedding went swimmingly: everyone important showed up, the ceremony had been flawless, the catering was to die for; and, to Priyanka’s immense delight, the bar was fully stocked. After a few glasses of liquid courage, the woman approached Steven, chin raised high. She had intended on confronting the man about his intentions with Connie going forward, but she ended up sobbing on his shoulder instead. The prior months had been tough on her; they  made her realize something important: she couldn’t keep pretending the man wasn’t a perfect fit for her daughter.

Priyanka’s first grandchild, Grace Maheswaran-Universe, was born with her help just a few months later. She was the most beautiful baby the woman had ever laid her eyes upon—which was saying something, given she helped deliver infants on a semi-daily basis.

She and Doug would volunteer to babysit the newborn at every opportunity they possibly could. More often than not, however, Greg Universe or the Crystal Gems had already called first dibs.

Still, with the little time she shared with her granddaughter, Priyanka would spoil her absolutely rotten. Her second, third, and fourth grandchildren appreciated the same treatment, no matter how often they toppled her furniture, sent shields soaring through her windows, or granted her produce sentience.

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Glow Week Day 6 - Ceremony or Vacation.

Good ol’ beach city.

my entry for @glowweek blah blah inlvoe yhrm

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[glowweek]

Sixth entry for @glowweek

They heading somewhere ✈️ Sorry my creativity do be lacking 🙃

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