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I haven't seen anyone post the new, official SU poster over here, so here it is! It was spotted in Vancouver at a talk Rebecca and Ian were doing!

[Image source here!]

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Requested by @archivehub! Steven giving a smooch to pregnant Connie's belly! 🥰

I'm giving myself a timer on each request, just to add a little personal challenge and practice in drawing speed. 😁

#holy based

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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!

If you want to follow my personal blog, you can find here right here.

#connverse #glowweek

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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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becoming very fond of the concept of lars gaining empath powers after he’s resurrected but. specifically for steven ONLY like

Lars: feels a sudden very tight twinge in his chest that does not go away for a good while

Lars: (grumbling, drags out his phone)

Lars, texting: steven take ur goddamn pills

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Steven, texting: oh ya thanks

#essentially how it works in my fics #only he can also feel it for anyone related to Steven #including other zombies #it's very subtle tho. i never call it out.

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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."

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“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 #steven universe #connie maheswaran #su #fanfiction #steven quartz universe #su fanfiction #steven x connie #connie x steven #su fanfic #glowweek #glow week

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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.

#connverse #steven universe #connie maheswaran #su #fanfiction #steven quartz universe #su fanfiction #steven x connie #connie x steven #su fanfic #glowweek #glow week #priyanka maheswaran #doug maheswaran #greg universe

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Title: Peppermint Summary: Steven's title as "the singer" of his and Connie's relationship is challenged. Word Count: 661

Prepare for a doozie. For Glow Week day 4, I used the prompt "Nurture."

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Singing had always, unequivocally, been Steven’s thing. Sure, Connie would occasionally join in softly as he belted out lyrics in the car, but those moments remained few and far between.

Steven sang to her as a child, he sang to her as a young adult, he sang as he proposed for the first time; he even sang as he proposed a second time. He sang to her baby bump, he sang at her college graduation, he sang at their wedding, he sang all throughout their honeymoon; and, most recently, he sang as they held their daughter for the first time ever.

This dynamic remained unchanged, unchallenged, for over a decade. That is, until one fateful summer night…

“Your turn, hun…” Steven sighed as an all-too-familiar wailing came blaring through the nearby baby monitor.

“On it…” Connie yawned. She practically flopped out of bed before slipping on a blue robe and a pair of falcon-shaped slippers. Lion followed her out of the room as she then shuffled over to the adjacent nursery.

As a series of ‘it’s okay’s and tender shushes made their way out of the monitor, Steven attempted dozing off once more, having been in the middle of a particularly exciting dream. Just moments before his mind could slip into unconsciousness, however, something unbelievable, absolutely unprecedented, caught his ear: his wife’s unprompted singing.

To say the absolute least, it was angelic. Actually, Steven thought, that was an understatement: it was mind-bendingly ethereal. Had she always been able to sing like that? And since when did she know entire songs in Hindi?

In that moment, he felt, everything changed about their dynamic. He was no longer the singer of the two of them. Hell, compared to her, he wasn’t even a singer. She was leagues upon leagues more talented than he could ever, in a zillion years, hope to be, no matter how little she demonstrated her skill.

His entire body flushed a deep shade of pink. Oh lord, what was happening to him? What were these thoughts he was having?

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“Morning, biscuit!” Connie beamed as she set little Gracie in her high chair. The woman produced a bottle of milk which the infant instantly ripped from her hands. “Looks like someone’s thirsty,” she snorted. “Speaking of, I made tea. Peppermint, your favorite,” she hummed.

Steven produced a warm, albeit strained, smile. “Thanks,” he nodded. He took a seat beside his daughter, who immediately attempted grabbing his curls as she downed her milk at light speed.

“Sleep well?” Connie exhaled; she placed a frog-patterned mug in her husband’s hand before leaning against the fridge, arms crossed.

Steven felt his eyes widen. “Uhm, very,” he coughed before hiding his expression behind his drink. Something must’ve given away his discomposure, however; his wife quirked a brow. The subtle resistance immediately caused any mental fortitude he possessed to explode into a billion tiny pieces. “I heard you singing last night!” he blurted before immediately burying his face behind his mug once more.

Connie pursed her lips. “Oh, uh… really?” She tapped her gem-studded wedding ring against her own frog-patterned mug. “I learned those songs from my mom,” she half-tittered before taking a sip of her drink, durian juice—she wasn’t a huge fan of coffee or tea, having been put off the latter by a certain affront to all things sacred she had drank as a twelve-year-old. “Did you…” she inhaled, “like my singing?”

“‘Like’?” Steven repeated. He slammed his drink onto the table; Gracie laughed and slammed her own cup against her high chair. “Connie, I-I wanna marry you again! C-can we please have a second wedding?” he begged. “No no, forget it,”—he slapped a palm to his face—“that wouldn’t make any sense…” He rubbed his forehead for but a moment before perking up once more. “Wait, wait,” he began, “I’ve got it!” He threw up his arms. “Let’s have another baby!”

Connie simply blinked.

Lisa Maheswaran-Universe was born ten months later.

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Title: Two Lines Summary: Connie sprints home in the rain, pharmaceutical bags in tow… Word Count: 443

My first Glow Week submission I'm posting before midnight lmao. I'm extremely proud of this short, so please give it a read!!! It also contains (gasp!) the first ever f-bombs in any of my stories! I used the prompt "Rain."

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This couldn’t be happening.

This couldn’t be fucking happening.

Rain droplets pelted Connie’s face like a series of gunshots. Every single one of them stung just as much as the last, yet she simply couldn’t bring herself to care.

She sprinted against the biting wind, dragging along a couple of pharmaceutical bags filled to the brim with plastic devices. She had nearly drained her personal savings purchasing the gadgets, but that was a problem for a future Connie.

Of course Kansas had to receive its heaviest rain in decades on today of all possible days. The occurrence had brought a myriad of children out of their homes, all of whom crowded Lawrence’s thin sidewalks, giggling and hopping in puddles. All joy seemed to dissipate from their faces, however, as the woman whizzed by, beads of tears gushing down her cheeks.

A plethora of passersby attempted to stand in her path, interrogating whether or not she needed help; she simply shouldered past them.

Her apartment’s door nearly flew off its rusty hinges as she burst through it and scared her fiancé half to death. Of course, he immediately lobbed a slew of questions her way, though she completely disregarded them as she tossed aside her soaking clothes on her way to the bathroom.

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Two lines.

Two damn lines again.

Over and over again, she checked. Cardboard packaging littered the tiled floor beneath her feet. With bated breath, she yanked the final device into view.

Two fucking lines.

She hurled the implement into the bathtub, where it took its place among a sea of other, completely identical gadgets. “Stupid piece of plastic,” she snarled, feeling tears prick at the corners of her eyes. She drew in a deep breath, smoothing out her hair, before then promptly vomiting her guts out into the nearby toilet.

Everything was a blur from there. All she remembered was thoroughly rinsing out her mouth, grabbing an armful of the discarded devices, booting open the bathroom door; and placing each gadget, one by one, onto the kitchen table to the absolute horrified bewilderment of her fiancé.

At a complete loss for words, Connie simply shoved one of the devices’ discarded boxes into Steven’s hands. She then observed as his mouth gradually fell agape in apprehension; his cheeks flushed a glowing pink. “So…?” she breathed. She could feel her heart beating, her chest rising and falling: nothing else existed in that moment but the two of them.

All the man could muster was a sheepish, “I-I swear, I didn’t even know I could …”

A chilling silence fell between the pair. Nothing could be heard but the pitter-pattering of the outside rain.

#connverse #connie maheswaran #steven universe #su #fanfiction #steven quartz universe #su fanfiction #steven x connie #connie x steven #glowweek #glow week #connie mahaswaran

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Title: Eyes Summary: It's dinner time at the Maheswaran-Universe household, and the Crystal Gems are visiting.

Late again (whoops) but here's day 2's short! I used this short to practice setting a scene, so tell me if my setting descriptions are effective. I used the prompt "Casual."

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A salty-sweet, peppery aroma filled the air around Steven as he masterfully diced an onion before sliding it into a bulky pot, filled to the brim with boiling contents. Anything involving cooking had become a breeze for him ever since he had taken a few online culinary courses in preparation for fatherhood.

“Dinner’s up in five more minutes!” he declared as he dropped a pinch of salt into the concoction. His eyes flicked toward a bundle of veggies. “Actually, make that ten. I, uh, forgot to mash the carrots,” he chuckled sheepishly. 

Pearl beamed, “Oh, I can help!” She startled Cat Steven as she then shot off the couch and practically skipped into the adjacent kitchen.

Drawing inspiration from the Beach House, the Maheswaran-Universe residence was quite open-concept. Given the right angle, one could easily see from one end of the home to the other.

“How’s the baby doing, Con-woman?” Amethyst smirked as she hung upside down over the back of a recliner.

“Is she healthy?” Garnet swiftly added from a nearby sofa.

“Probably healthier than any other baby on Earth given her dad’s powers,” Connie snickered from beside the fusion. Within her arms lay an incomprehensibly small infant; she was occupied with gripping her mother’s finger with the force of a thousand suns. “She has been very… grabby lately, though.”

“Babies are like that,” Amethyst shrugged, “or at least Steven was.” She tumbled off the back of her recliner with an audible thud. As she picked herself up, she snorted, “One time, he gripped Pearl’s nose so hard she almost poofed!”

“I did not almost poof, Amethyst,” the pale gem rolled her eyes as she pulled a stack of plates from a cupboard.

“Sorry, P; I can’t hear you from all the way over here!” the purple gem guffawed as she once more hoisted herself atop her recliner. “Baby Steven must’ve had, like, super strength, though! Maybe his powers kicked in sooner than we thought,” she pondered half-mindedly.

Connie quirked an eyebrow, glancing down upon her infant daughter. “You think Gracie has powers?” she murmured.

“There’s always the possibility,” Garnet informed; she absentmindedly adjusted her visor, seemingly occupied in her own thoughts.

Amethyst gasped, “Yeah, what if she’s just like Steven!? Have you guys tried, like, rubbing her spit on a wound yet?”

For but a second, Connie met her husband’s eyes from across rooms. Based upon his tight expression, she could tell he was listening in on the conversation. “No, we, uh, haven’t,” she half-muttered as she brushed her daughter’s brown curls back, revealing a pair of abnormally large eyes…

Eyes which had nearly given her father a heart attack only a few months prior.

#connverse #steven universe #connie maheswaran #su #fanfiction #steven quartz universe #su fanfiction #steven x connie #connie x steven #garnet #amethyst #pearl #glowweek

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Title: Cat Dad Summary: Steven is awoken by one of his daughters in the middle of the night.

A wee bit late, but here's my first short for Glow Week! I used the prompt "Dark."

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“Dad, the cat’s pink.”

Steven’s eyes fluttered open to nothing but inky blackness. What had she said? And what time was it…?

“Honey, go back to bed,” he yawned, “your mother and I need our sleep…” One of his kids waking him up in the middle of the night was not a particularly uncommon occurrence. Quite frequently, one, or multiple, of them would join him and Connie in their cozy, king sized bed during an exceptionally noisy thunderstorm.

“Dad, are you even listening to me?” Steven’s second-eldest daughter, Lisa, pouted. “I said the cat is pink!”

“Lion’s always been pink, honey…” Steven snored moments before nodding off once more.

Lisa rolled her eyes and groaned before stomping to the other side of the bed. She took in a deep breath before bellowing, “Mom, the cat’s pink!”

Within moments, Connie shot up before the girl, immediately assuming a defensive position. Though, her posture relaxed as she made out the shape of her daughter amidst the darkness. “Lisa, what are you—”

“The cat’s pink, mom!” the girl interrupted. “Not Lion! The… it’s the small one, Cat Dad!” She ran her hands through her tangled curls. “Priya won’t stop crying about it; I haven’t been able to sleep for an hour!” she moaned. “Please, make her stop!”

The woman blinked. She glanced at her husband, who, now wide awake, seemed equally perplexed. As a sharp creak echoed throughout the bedroom, however, Steven and Connie’s eyes were drawn toward the door frame.

“I-I promise I didn’t do anything,” sniffled a timid voice, unmistakably belonging to the pair’s youngest daughter, Priya. “She wasn’t moving. I-I tried waking her up but she just wouldn’t…” she choked before shambling into view. Within the small girl’s arms lay Cat Steven, now sporting a new, pink coat of fur.

All things considered, the feline seemed unfazed by the whole ordeal. Even as the entire household gathered around her, even as tears began pelting her coat once more, she nonchalantly licked at the gaps between her paws.

#connverse #steven universe #connie maheswaran #su #fanfiction #steven quartz universe #su fanfiction #steven x connie #connie x steven #glowweek

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I hope your Connverse pieces are coming out fantastically! As a reminder, the art week starts in 2 more days, on the 17th.

If your pieces, especially for later in the week, aren't finished by then, it'll be totally fine; you'll still be able to work on them throughout the week of the event.

If, for whatever reason, you are unable to finish certain pieces before the end of the art week, that's also fine! I will continue reblogging any submissions I find even beyond the stated end of the art week, the 23rd. Just make sure your submissions are tagged with #GlowWeek and/or #Connverse.

#connverse #glowweek

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Reminder not to spend *too much* time on any one submission if you're planning on participating in every day of the art week, especially if you're just now starting to work on your pieces. I don't want the art week to feel like homework, and I don't want anyone to feel forced to do it. Have some fun with it, y'know?

And reminder, if you're still having trouble with ideas for one prompt or another, just shoot me an ask! I could give a bunch of ideas for literally any of the prompts.

#if this sounds like something an English teacher would say #I'm literally studying to be an English teacher lmao #connverse #glowweek

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How do the Crystal Gems, Lapis, Bismuth and Peridot react around the Connverse children ? I mean do they see themselves as good influences to the kids and/or good friends to the kids ?

I imagine Lapis and Peridot think of themselves more as friends of the kiddos. This is ever-so-slightly explored in one of my shorts, Perennials Pt. 2, where you see Peridot and Lapis just being good pals with one of the kiddos, Priya. As for Bismuth, she's much more of a "cool aunt" to the kiddos, though I'm yet to really explore this since I feel like I'd suck at writing Bismuth lmao. Perhaps someday.

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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.

#glowweek #connverse

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I'm not too sure whether or not it's showing up in tags, so I'm also gonna post it here!

I'm hosting a Connverse art week from March 17th to 23rd! Posts should be tagged with #GlowWeek and/or #Connverse. Go here for more important details!

#steven universe #connverse #connie maheswaran #su #steven quartz universe #steven x connie #connie x steven #stevonnie #conneven #glowweek

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And so, as the prophecies foretold, the announcement has arrived!

I'll personally be posting a Connverse short every day throughout the art week.

A Connverse art week!? In the year of our Lord, 2024!? Damn straight, fellas!

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.

#glowweek #connverse