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c-atm · 1 year
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Dreadlocs and Deep love.
Thanks to the always amazing@screwpinecaprice for maki g this awesome domestic image of Danny(Daniel) and Tricia (Patricia) from my AU (fighting flirty)
Love is learning to retwist and care for Locs in secret just in case your partner Loctitian ain't available.
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DON'T PLAY WITH FIRE
CHAPTER 4 / PAG 92
Ayooooooooo lady on fireeee
OMG
I share the same expression with Steven
I know she hot/j
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moonllhi · 2 years
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IM LOSING MY SHIT OVER THIS FIC OH MY GODDDDDD /pos
I FUCKDKDKEKFJKSSK
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glowweek · 1 month
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A Connverse art week!? In the year of our Lord, 2024!?
Here's how this works: I've given you two prompts for every day of the week from March 17th to the 23rd, 2024. For each day, you choose one of the prompts—or both, who's counting?—and make an art piece with said prompt in mind. It's really that simple; you even have 3 whole weeks to prepare your pieces!
The best part? Any type of art can be entered! Whether it be traditional, digital, fanfiction, music, edits, animation, whatever! Just, uh, make sure entries stay PG-13, alright? And no plagiarism!
All submissions should be tagged with #GlowWeek and/or #Connverse for maximum visibility! I will reblog any entries I find, so make sure I can actually, y'know, find your entires.
Lastly: please spread the word! Reblog, share; show your friends, your neighbor, your dog, anyone who will listen! More eyes = more Connverse art, got it?
Any questions should be directed toward my ask box. Oh, and here's my personal blog.
Glow bracelet art is by @imaplatypus-art.
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screwpinecaprice · 1 month
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She's on a hospital bed, amnesiac after an accident and she's having a crush on this man who is apparently her husband.
@dragonuva's part on an art trade with them from last year! 🥰 It's based on the first chapter of Chiptune by Newlense.
Guys. This fanfic is my favorite FAVORITE connverse fic and I love it so much I don't care if the last update was in 2020 nor if it's never going to be continued. It's so tender and the angst whalloped my guts in the right places. 😭💕
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creathechiboi · 4 months
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Seven Minutes
"Connie was left facing a very awkward Steven, who had finally broken eye contact and was staring up at the ceiling, hand rubbing his neck. She couldn’t see his face very well, with the only light being that which seeped through the edges around the door, but she imagined his cheeks were still very red. She knew hers were."
A drawing made for @willowwillowbun's fanfic Seven Minutes.
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novantinuum · 8 days
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Fandom: Steven Universe Rating: Teen Audiences Words: 1.4K~ Summary: Steven surprises Connie with a handmade gift. Written for Glow Week 2024, for the prompt "Casual or Surprise."
@glowweek
This one took a while, but woo! Got a prompt done! It encompasses both prompts for the day in some way.
If you read this and enjoy, I’d greatly appreciate your support through reblogs here, or kudos/comments on AO3. Thank you! <3
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“So, uh… I made you a little something,” Steven begins, a nervous little waver rising in the tenor of his voice.
“Oh?” Connie hums, glancing up from her book to match eyes with her friend, recently turned boyfriend. His cheeks are flushed, and he stands at the foot of the stairs as if rearing to rush up to the next level at any moment. What’s all this about?
He taps his fingertips together, his gaze floating off as he proceeds to babble away, bless him.
“Now, as context, I know it’s like, nowhere near your birthday or anything, and you’ve always been more of an ‘acts of service’ and ‘quality time’ kind of person than the sort who goes for gifts, but… well, I’ll just show you! Stay right there!”
He careens up those steps with an altogether giddy smile lighting up his face, his eager footfalls echoing throughout the whole beach house. And while she’s of course piqued with curiosity on what this mysterious little gift could be, what stands out to her most about this moment is the heartwarming realization that this is the biggest smile she’s seen from him in a very long time. It’s no understatement to say these past few months have been the most challenging months of his entire life. No, it’s not an understatement at all. And sure, many may question how she— a mere teenager with miles of her own crap still left to work through— can ever bear it, willfully spending so many hours of her life with someone in such a state of distress. Willfully asking said person to be her boyfriend while he’s trudging through the most treacherous thickets of therapy. Her parents, pragmatic as they are, even went to the extent of warning her when she voiced this intention to them… asking if she was emotionally prepared to shoulder both the natural and uncommon hardships that were sure to come with dating a boy who— just months prior— loathed his own existence so much that he literally corrupted himself into a monster.
The answer, however, is and always shall be an emphatic yes.
Because she loves him.
Because he makes her world feel like magic.
Because the things they’ve experienced together have eternally linked them at the hip.
Because she can’t imagine a worthwhile future without him anymore.
Because the lighter, casual moments like these— just hanging out together in the house, reading a book, watching her boyfriend all flushed and happy and bashful around her— make every single day of potential hardship in between worth it.
And when he dashes down the stairs clutching a huge but slender, messily wrapped parcel in both hands, tied up with curling ribbon at its ends, she discovers yet another reason why she adores him so much.
“A little something?” she says with a playful gasp, setting her book down on the coffee table as she stands to her feet. “Steven, that’s like three feet long! What on Earth did you—”
“Just open it,” he beams, passing the parcel to her.
And open it she does.
Connie is normally very deliberate in the way she pulls gift wrap apart— working from the edges so she can avoid tearing or wrinkling the paper and has scraps to re-wrap other presents in— but the second she’s revealed even the smallest swath of Steven’s handmade gift her heart skips a beat, and she feels compelled to rip the rest away in mere seconds, impatient in her desire to admire the full item.
It’s a scabbard.
More specifically, it’s a leather skinned scabbard, artfully detailed with the same repeating glyph motif that forms the borders on the maps featured within her Spirit Morph Saga books. Said detailing is a little messy, every last line clearly tooled by hand, but exudes so much love and care. There are also golden fittings affixed to the end and throat of this scabbard, as well as two sturdy buckles she could use to fasten it to her baldric.
“It’s not perfect,” her boyfriend comments, carding his fingers through the curls at the nape of his neck, “and the fittings didn’t really come out as smooth as I wanted, but I remember you always saying your current scabbard was too heavy, so… I thought I’d make a new one.”
“Wow, I—” she breathes in disbelief, running her hand across the tanned leather with reverence. “This is incredible! How did you even—?”
“Bismuth helped with a lot of it,” he says with a bit of a laugh, moving to sit on the couch again. (She follows suit, gently laying his handiwork on the table before them.) “She let me use some of her tools, and even found the original mold for your sword for me to take measurements from. Those fittings?” he points towards the metal in question, a little dented and uneven in shape, but undeniably sturdy. “Took five attempts to get right. I kept cooling them too fast.”
“Is this real leather?” she marvels, continuing to admire the nearly smooth, flat grain texture.
“Actually, yes,” he nods. “I wouldn’t usually spring for the real stuff, but… well, my uncle had a bunch of old hides he wasn’t using that he inherited from his grandfather. And then, fun fact, the core of this doesn’t even come from Earth at all! It’s sourced from some fallen trees on one of the restored Kyanite Cluster colonies. Supposed to be some of the lightest yet durable wood out there.”
Her eyes outright glisten under the intensity of all the effervescent emotions coursing through her veins. “So you’re saying you made me a scabbard from complete scratch with heirloom leather and space wood?”
“Do you… like it?” he says, rocking back and forth in his seat, no doubt probing every last facet of her expression to try and decipher her truest sentiments on his gift.
She throws out her arms in want of an embrace. “Are you kidding? I fucking love it!”
Pure, undiluted adoration surges straight through her very heart as she outright throws herself at her boyfriend, clutching upon the thick woolen folds of his jacket as she nuzzles her chin at the crook of his neck, her slow exhale radiating warmth against his skin.
She’s no stranger to an unexpected lavish gift— she remembers with fondness that day her parents surprised her with a violin, or the delicately embroidered sari her mother got her for her twelfth birthday.
But this gift… this gift was made especially for her, and the sheer sentimentality of that realization has her falling in love with this boy all over again.
“All this tooling,” she asks a few moments later, once they’ve ended their embrace. “Steven, how long did this even take you?”
A small laugh— perhaps in disbelief at the vast scope of his own handiwork— bubbles through the beginning of his reply. “Many, many weeks. I just followed some TubeTube tutorials for the bulk of it. It was nice, though— a surprisingly stress relieving outlet.”
She nods. “Yeah, I bet.”
At that point, Steven glances aside, giving (in the context of this otherwise joyous little moment) an uncharacteristically heavy exhale. Her lips curve into a frown as she studies him, his expression growing all pensive and line-y like it does whenever he’s reflecting on more personal matters. Hmm. What’s he noodlin’ about this time?
Thankfully, for once she doesn’t have to ask.
“Connie, I— you’ve been such a source of strength for me these past months,” he begins, endlessly wringing his fingers together in his lap, “and… I guess I just wanted to make you something to say that— well, that I see you. And I thank you. And that I’m so, so eternally indebted to you.”
“You’re not indebted to me, silly,” she says in the softest tone she can manage, capturing both his hands within hers, calming their nervous fidgeting. “This gift is really thoughtful and sweet and I adore every inch of it, but please— in the future, please don’t feel like you have to ‘make up’ for anything. I’m choosing to stand by your side through all this, remember? And you know why?”
The barest hint of a smile blooms across his face, the tips of his ears turning beet red.
“Because you love me very, very dearly and I need to stop listening to my jerk ass brain—?” he echoes her own line sheepishly, voice cracking at the edges like it hasn’t since he finally got his growth spurt.
“You said it yourself, mister. Now come ‘ere, you—“
With a soft giggle, she pulls him forward by the lapels of his jacket and plants a chaste kiss against his lips.
She can tell he’s not quite at a stage of recovery where he’s emotionally capable of understanding why, but one thing’s for damn sure:
She’d say yes to this boy for a thousand eternities.
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imbeccable-writes · 5 months
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Steven Universe (Cartoon) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Connie Maheswaran & Steven Universe Characters: Steven Universe, Connie Maheswaran Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Post-Episode: s06e10 Prickly Pair, Late Night Conversations, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Childhood Trauma, Family Issues, Intervention, kind of, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Steven Universe Future, Steven Universe Needs a Hug, Steven Universe Needs Therapy, Connie Maheswaran Tries, store bought therapy, Not Canon Compliant, emotionally mature connie maheswaran, Hurt Steven Universe, POV Third Person, Pre-Episode: s06e11 In Dreams, could be read as platonic or romantic Summary:
After the Cactus Steven debacle, Connie has a talk with Steven about the past and the present.
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archivehub · 5 days
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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 them and us?”
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!”
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Last night after making the “Stevonnie is not their ship name” I had a dream that Rebecca revealed their kids name to be “Stevonnia” and I cried 😂😂😂
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jagsdoodloos · 3 months
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*Bonus Connie*
If you like this and my other art feel free to DM here or my other social media for commission work. . . . No B0t5
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c-atm · 2 years
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Care
"Steven?" Connie called as she looked at Steven, lying in their bed, pale face, dried and cracked-lipped. A look of dazed fatigue on his feverish red-cheeked face."Bisky? You ok?" The researcher asked, putting her coat on the hanger before walking up to him.
"Uhh?" Steven groaned, "I think I got something from my trip." He mumbled.
"That's a given," Connie stated, walking over to him and checking his head. "You're burning up." She said, feeling his forehead. "Do you need another blanket?" She asked, moving to get one.
"No, just... stay here." Steven moaned, falling back into the pillow.
"Well, maybe you should take some fluids," Connie said, getting up and going to the bathroom.
"OH! NO!." Steven groaned, "No more drinks!"
Connie arched her eyebrow at the sudden energetic protest.
"Quite the apprehension there, Mister."
"I drank a lot at the last meeting...been feeling off...soon after."
Connie considered, "Drank what?"
"...Something one of the delegates brought from their home planet, it was tasty and reminded me of mango and cream... Said it was a very fermented stout...at least that's what it translated to."
"Oh-ho, no!" Connie giggled as she crawled up next to him, putting his head on her lap.
"Diamond essence didn't wo~oork." Steven complained in Connie's thighs as she brushed his hair with her left hand, "Happy you're wearing shorts..." He muttered as he snuggled into his Heartberry warm flesh.
"Oh, really, and why is that?" Connie teased lovingly.
"I like the feel of your skin on mine, so warm." 
She smiled at Steven's honest yet weak tone as he looped his large limb around Connie's hip line.
"Why didn't the essence work? I thought it was a heal-all?" He muttered.
"Sure, wounds, bruises, disembodied limbs, burned flesh, viruses can even bring back the dead... Given the formula."
"Then why didn't it work on me?"
"Cause you...Mister galactic ambassador of Era 3; aren't sick...You're hung over."
"Hung over, like when you wake up from a night of drinking alcohol?" Steven asked, his fever slowly dropping as he started to feel acquainted with Connie's scent.
"same almost exactly," Connie confirmed,
"But I didn't drink any alcohol?"
"You got drunk on a fermented alien beverage. Good chance it's an equivalent to alcohol."
"You think?" Steven mumbled, getting a bit exhausted.
"Stout...a synonym for beer." 
"Arrgh." He bashfully groaned," I did?"
"You did." 
"It didn't taste like beer?! It was so fruity."
"Like a cocktail, perhaps," Connie said, placing her hand on his forehead and brushing his hair with the other.
Steven groaned, "I hope I didn't do anything embarrassing." He winced at his headache.
"Wow, don't remember last night, huh?" Connie hummed to him, "well, lucky I'm here."
Steven's eyes widened at the mischievous tone," what did I do?"
"Well, it is not everyday your Jambae video call from space just so a galactic assembly can serenade you while you're getting over a stomach bug."
"Drunk calling!?" Steven groaned.
"Video calling and singing." She laughed, "Strangely in harmony, despite the different languages."Connie smirked," I didn't know that language can sound so sensually rhythmic." She blushed, still laughing.
"Is there anything else?"
"Well... I didn't know you bragged about me so much." She laughed," What one of them called me, you Heartmate?"
"Oh, stars...Lady Percis from the Ria Nebula." He groaned.
"She was a little cutie...Surprised she's six hundred and how human she looked...excluding the extra eyes and orange skin."
"She's pretty new...And also she brought the drinks."
" Ah, that explained why she looked the least inebriated."
"I'm so sorry; I got too drunk to remember much." He apologized.
"It's ok. And the last I heard, you were the belle of the ball." Connie playfully teased, "at least that's what Spinel said."
"I was getting sick...But everyone else loved me." He brushed his head against her denim-clad thigh.
"That's a good thing, those who get sick together, stick together."
"Is that how it works?"
"I'm sure they're nursing their own hangovers, Mister. All while thinking it was a good conference."
'Hmm.... were you embarrassed?" 
"No. More amused and a bit worried for all of you, but Nel and Yellow brought you back, so it's all good." She kissed  his temple," You're safe."
"No, I'm very...tired...Sick...Hangover."
"You're also what I like to call, Cute and cuddly," Connie said as she caressed his nape as Steven buried his face in her thigh.
"Is that so?" He mumbled into the flesh.
"Very much so."
"Well, you're hot and huggable." Steven yawned.
"You're sweet and snuggly..and maybe a bit sleepy," Connie responded
"Your fault, Heartberry. You're so warm and welcoming... you're my home." He nuzzled her leg, yawning again.
Connie paused, looking at Her Mister, her heart slipping as she felt her eyes water and mouth grinned.
"And you're always welcome home, Bisky." She replied,
"Thank you for taking care of me." He said as his eyes slowly closed.
"Anytime, Bisky." She replied, rubbing his back and humming to him, easing him into sleep.
She smiled, feeling him relax under her soothing touch. "Nap time Bisky." She cooed, planting a kiss on his cheek.
"I love you," Steven murmured.
"I love you too. Go to sleep." She responded.
"Be here when I wake?"
"Always, I'm here for you."
"Ok..." He sighed, snuggling into her, "...'m just going to take a small nap..."
"That's fine; sleep, love," she said, holding him closer to her.
"Love...is the only way to heal me." 
"Then you will make a full recovery." Connie sighed, nuzzling Steven's head.
Steven yawned and gave a small smile at her, curling into her lap.
"I'll be here. Sleep, Hubby." She said as Steven slowly drifted off to sleep. She smiled, feeling his body relax, and he snuggled into her lap.
"You too...Love...You." Steven groaned, slowly drifting into a feverish yet soothing slumber.
Connie smiled, slowly strumming his back.
"Love you too, Bisky."
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" WHO DARES TO HURT MY LADY"
and of course this is inspired in the
DANCE IN THE PALE MOONLIGHT
write it by the amazing @c-atm!!!!
literraly was so big inspired to do it
:D
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moonllhi · 2 years
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ooo more connverse hurt/comfort
based off of art by @ponpasta
https://archiveofourown.org/works/38616369
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autistic-ben-tennyson · 3 months
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Thinking of Writing a Crossover fic between these two
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Ever thought about how similar they are aside from the OV breakup? Interracial couple, boy wears a bright colored custom jacket. The “pure” idealistic hero and girl who can hold her own in battle. Girl is the smarter of the two and better academically.
Also:
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jacksope-lives · 7 months
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A Steven Universe story! The first I've ever written, in fact!
Summary: About a year after the events in Future, Steven is still traveling and finding himself. He feels like he's been getting better, when a particularly bad nightmare causes him to spiral.
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