#Tremble the Isopod

[sonic-elements]

Tremble The Giant Isopod

 rumbling in is The wrecking ball of Team wisp. originally a construction worker, after a botched attempt at robotization his shell became fully armour. strong, dense and a little rough around the edges representing the gray wisp is Tremble The Giant Isopod

(Sonic Characters belong to ©Sega) (Character belongs to me don't steal or trace)

#aj the elementalgod #elementalgod aj #my oc #my art #sonic the hedgehog #sonic oc #sonic fc #sonic #sonic elements #team wisp #sonic wisps #gray wisp #mobian #Tremble The Isopod #giant isopod

[beatriceportinari]

blathers was so so scared of the isopod and i was standing there smugly in my little pink outfit knowing i would shake and tremble if i saw an isopod irl

[doomfox]

Eclipse GOD OF PLUSHIES!!!! ON ANOTHER note HAPPY BIRTHDAY LIZARD/CAT BOY!!! Can we haz Sliver And Eclipse being plushie bros

"I don't get it," Eclipse rasped, hopping up onto the bed like a cat and frowning as Silver settled on the floor with his stuffed animals. "These creatures aren't actually alive... but you're supposed to care for them anyway... even though the aren't alive...? Am I understanding this right?"

"I think so," Silver said, arranging his plushies so they sat up as best he could. He'd retrieved all of his from his bed and even taken Shadow's. Shadow didn't have many and didn't mind if Silver played with them. The grey hedgehog looked up to the weird alien on his brother's bed and tried to explain. "You have to... like, use your imagination and stuff?" Eclipse looked nonplussed, cocking his head and scratching at his ear with a claw. "Look, just watch!" Silver chirruped, reached out to take his favourite toy, a stuffed isopod almost as big as he was. He put his ear next to the toy's face, as though listening intently, and his eyes went wide as he looked back to Eclipse. "He says he thinks you should find a friend! We can help you if you like!" The little hedgehog said excitedly.

Eclipse blinked once. "I didn't hear anything what is this"

Silver remained optimistic, clutching Isoplush as he searching around the rest of his collection. "Come and find one you like!" Silver said happily, "I'll show you how to play with him!"

Eclipse hopped from the bed and settled himself on the floor cross-legged, tail wrapping around his side. He frowned and looked over the funny stuffed creatures. He reached out and selected one at random, turning it over in his claws. "So what do I do now?"

"Just use your imagination! What's his name? What does he like to do?"

Eclipse frowned but Silver was clearly an expert, so he decided he might as well try. He turned the toy face-up, and looked into the thing's big eyes. He mimicked what Silver was doing and raised its head to his ear, as though it had something to tell him.

Silver watched eagerly, clutching his own toy in his lap. "What's he saying?" the little hedgehog whispered.

"He says..." Eclipse's eyes investigated the carpet, the cogs whirring in his head. "He says... he says his name..." the Darkling suddenly grinned. "His name is Death Face! He's my General and we're gonna take over the GALAXY!!!"

Silver gasped. "No!"

"ALL MORTALS SHALL TREMBLE BENEATH THE MIGHT OF THE DEATH FACE EMPIRE!" Eclipse stood and raised his plush triumphantly and tried out an evil laugh. "HA HA HA HA HA!!!!!"

Silver shrieked and grabbed more toys and soon the Battle for the Galaxy was underway, a mighty conflict that would rage until bedtime.

#Ask #everything163 #Eclipse the Darkling #Silver Whipple #Eclipse Whipple??? #I am cringe #but I am free

[mothmeats]

social anxiety is fucked

had me absolutely Trembling in fear of Daring to ask my roommate - who is an incredibly sweet guy that gave my partner and I a GIFT BASKET when he moved in - to spritz our isopods while we're away

#.txt #ive gotten better from how it used to be #but ive got brainworms that tell me asking small favors are enough for ppl to HATE me for

[buglife]

Bend and Not Break - Ch 2: A Mission

Read here on AO3 :3

Monomon hurried as fast as she could possibly float to the palace, dodging various bugs and leaving the archive in a state of chaos. She didn’t even have time to tell anyone what was happening, just that she needed to leave and leave now. The messenger bug had delivered a letter with only a few sentences that stirred her into motion and sent her moving.

[Assassination attempt. Quirrel has been poisoned. Please hurry. - Ghost]

Poisoned? She figured they would tell her more details once she arrived, but it must have been serious. Pillbugs were notoriously resistant to toxins, at least, she knew that. She had to know since she worked with dangerous chemicals and suddenly had a baby isopod to care for. If it was public knowledge or not, she wasn’t so sure.

So either assassins figured out something strong enough to threaten the life of a pillbug, or they didn’t know and used something that her son could eventually beat on his own. She wouldn’t know until she found out.

Luckily when she arrived, the guard have known her long enough to just let her pass. The palace itself was in a state of lock-down, but she was so recognizable that she got through fast enough. To be honest, if they stopped her in any way, she wouldn’t hesitate to throw said guard around to make a path herself. The bedroom door was currently being guarded by Cloth and Ogrim, who gave her pained looks as they let her inside. They were Quirrel’s friends, and she was comforted slightly to know that they too were worried.

The atmosphere of the room was tense and thick. It was silent, save for the labored wheezing breaths of her son as he struggled to take in enough air. Ghost was sitting next to the nest, holding his trembling hand in theirs, occasionally reaching their head down to nuzzle his mask-less face. Another hand was being used to refresh a cooling enchantment on a wad of cloth, applying it to his head to hopefully bring their spouse a bit of relief. Quirrel looked to be in a bad way, trembling uncontrollably as Ghost did their best to try and soothe him, but it didn’t seem to be working. They finally turned their head after a while to look at her. She wasn’t all that shocked to see tears in the corners of their eyes, dripping long enough to leave long dark streaks on their face.

“Monomon…” Their ‘voice’ was desperate and afraid. “I don’t know what to do.”

She swallowed down a spike of emotion. It would not help here to suddenly lose herself to the rage and despair she felt at seeing her son in such a terrible state. “What happened?”

“There was an attempt on our lives. The ones involved are in the dungeon, but they had poisoned nails. One of them managed to cut him, here.” They moved a cover out of the way to reveal his bandaged side. The bandage was stained blue and faint hints of yellow. Already Monomon’s mind was racing through what could possibly match both the symptoms and the color.

“They managed to harm some civilians, none of the ones that were cut with the nails survived.”

“I see.” Her voice was soft. “Did you bring in any doctors?”

They shook their head. “No, I cannot trust any to try and not finish the job until the Knights have finished investigating.”

“A wise choice.” She floated over to lay a tentacle on the side of her son’s head. It was burning with fever and she winced. “Has he woken up at all?”

Another head shake in response.

Quirrel turned their head towards the tentacle on his head and mumbled something incoherent. She remembered the times when he had gotten sick before, when he was still so very small and fragile. She figured it was due to him being abandoned, and not getting the best start in life. She had carried him around in a makeshift pouch so that he would always know that he wasn’t going to be abandoned again. The times she sat up all night to apply a cool cloth to his head or fed him broth a teaspoon at a time drifted through her mind as she regarded her adult son, currently suffering. He made a sickly wheeze as she reached down her face to tenderly kiss his burning forehead.

She didn't know if he was aware or not, if he could tell he was surrounded by people that loved him, but she hoped he did.

“How much do you know about pillbug biology?”

Ghost seemed startled by the question. “Quite a bit, I would figure? He loves to lecture.”

“I know, but did he tell you about the resistances pillbugs have to toxins?”

They shook their head, looking back at their ill spouse with surprise.

Monomon knew that Ghost did not want or need a lecture right now, so she’ll keep it short and sweet. “Pillbugs are remarkably resistant to most things that would poison any other bug. Heavy metals, deadly plants, and even pollution. They have evolved to eek out nutrition from even the most terrible of sources and thrive where others can’t.”

“Does that mean he will be okay?” There was hope in that voice, and Monomon did her best to answer in a way to not completely squash it.

“It means that the odds are in his favor. He may come out of this by himself, but the chances increase dramatically if we somehow got a hold of a countermeasure, an antidote per-say. It will at least ease his pain.”

“How do you find such a thing? I don’t think the prisoners will want to talk.”

“Don’t worry, I have my ways. I will just need space for a lab an-”

“Whatever you want you will get.” They interrupted her. “Talk to Xena and Tiso, they are in the dungeons.”

“Good, then let us not waste any time.” She took one last moment to tuck in Quirrel a little more and try to make him more comfortable. It hurt her so much to see this, and she wanted nothing more to do that to stay here and care for him like she did so long ago. But, she had a job to do and a job that needed to be done quickly.

She turned and left, heading to the dungeons. The last thing she saw as the bedroom door shut was Ghost leaning back in to nuzzle Quirrel, practically climbing into the nest to hold him. She didn’t know of anyone safer for him to be around than his spouse, so with a renewed sense of hope and determination, she floated down the stairs. She had a job to do.

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Quirrel didn't quite know what was happening. He had been with...someone, doing something out in the Capital. It was something important, at least, he thought it was. There were flashes of steel and colors and sounds and then a deep sickening pain before it went all black.

It had hurt. It felt like his lungs and heart were being squeezed in an iron fist. Thoughts became fractures of pain that kept shooting up to heights he didn’t think possible. Just when he thought he couldn’t stand it anymore, he had found himself somewhere else. He could feel and not feel, his numb body standing in the Fog Canyon and wondered how he got here.

Swatches of red streamed in through the mist to illuminate a facsimile of the Archives. He was standing outside of it, parts of the building floating off and smudging together. He couldn’t stare at it too long without getting a headache. He couldn’t even read the sign, the letters sliding together and twisting as he puzzled this development. There was a distinct lack of oomas and uomas, which tipped him off that something was very wrong.

He just couldn’t put a finger on it.

He would have been afraid, but there was something out there that seemed to give him strength. It was warm and heavy and he wore the feeling around him like a cloak on a cold day. It bolstered his spirit and he felt like he could face anything.

It was a strange sensation, it felt like there was a room full of people that were invisible. He tried to think on who they were, but he got only fragments of feelings and pictures that didn’t quite fit together. He figured it was best to not dwell on it, there was bound to be someone around that could help him.

He decided to just go inside. There was someone there that he knew that could tell him what was going on. He couldn’t think of the name, but he knew it was soft and green and filled him up with love. Again, faint feelings tickled the back of his mind, but he couldn’t figure out how to process it all. He approached the doors, which opened for him, and he walked inside.

The doors shut behind him and smudged together, fading off into nothing.

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It sucked being in prison. The cricket leaned back on the stone wall in his cell, occasionally glancing at their missing arm. It stung and ached, and none of the guard or knights gave them anything for the pain. It wasn’t like he expected any, with the kingdom being lead by a monster and a traitor. By now it would just be the monster, he didn’t suspect the traitor would still be alive by now. Good riddance.

He didn’t quite know how long he was down here in his cell. Hours? He didn’t know. He was given water once and that was that, so it was impossible to hash out a timeline from that alone.

The door to the dungeons creaked open, and he couldn’t bring himself to care. It was probably time for him to die now. He knew what he was getting into when he volunteered for the mission. He just hoped that his death wouldn’t be in vain, and that his fellow bugs were closer to freedom.

His musings were interrupted when quiet footsteps approached his cell. What arrived was something he very much did not want to see.

Hollow the Kind, the sibling of the god king, stared at him with its one eye. It was deathly silent and its body was still as a statue. It was also a monster to him, the failed remnants of the previous god king’s folly. A vessel that was supposed to be completely hollow to hold the wrath of an angry goddess within that ultimately failed. It was dangerous and rarely that far away from its sibling, and for that reason he felt a pit of fear bloom in his chest. It continued to stare, narrowing its eye that seemed to look deep within his mind and soul, and he didn’t like that.

“The hell are you doing here? Here to finally kill me?”

The creature did not respond.

He was about to say something else when the vessel pulled out a key and opened the cell door. He knew he wouldn’t be able to escape, the vessel is fast and he doubted he’d get far. He still was going to make things hard on it though. Just when he was about to thrash around, it moved with frightening speed and grabbed him by the neck.

He gasped and tried to flail about, but with shackles on his legs and arm, he didn’t succeed in doing much. The prosthetic arm the creature had was hard and cold and he could feel the power in the mechanism. He couldn’t fight the grip as it pulled up to its full, terrifying height. It began to walk, and he was powerless to resist. He was being carried down a hall and it stopped in front of the door.

While Hollow was busy, Monomon was at work. She hummed to herself as she busied herself with her tools. Syringes, some vials of various components, and other odds and ends crowded the table. In a box on the floor held the nails of the assassins, now sterilized and deemed safe. The dried poison on the blades however, had been carefully extracted and reconstituted in another vial. She had taken the time to study it as her guest got ready to arrive. It was quite interesting, it was quite complex and she had trouble pin pointing the exact compounds. She could at least recognize a neurotoxin when she saw one and once again had to squash down her anger.

It was time for science.

The door to her makeshift lab opened and she turned her head just in time to see Hollow drag one of the prisoners inside. Actually, it was more like how one would scruff an unruly frog, as Hollow held him by the back of his neck so he had no chance of escape. “Let me go, you monster!” He shrieked, his single arm and pair of legs waving in the air and gaining no traction.

Hollow ignored them and all but threw the prisoner into the specially prepared chair. It was a padded chair on a swivel, with a thick metal bar on the end where someone’s legs would sit. Both that and the arms of the chair held several straps, and Hollow made quick work of immobilizing the prisoner. He grunted and wiggled against the straps, but to no avail.

“Wonderful!” Monomon clasped two of her tentacles together. “Thank you, Hollow dear, for bringing me the first of my very special guests!”

Hollow bowed his head to her politely. <”I will be outside”>, they signed.

“That won’t be necessary. There isn’t a single thing this worm can do to me,” She cheerfully responded. “This may take a while, why don’t you go up and check on your sibling? They could use a friendly face right now. Someone else can watch the prisoners for now.”

They glanced at the cricket strapped to the chair and seemed To mull over the suggestion in their head. Finally, they nodded and stepped out of the room, shutting the door behind them. The prisoner watched them leave and turned back to Monomon with a sneer.

“So, you’re going to torture me? Make me talk? Good luck, I’m not saying anything.” He huffed, having the audacity to sound bored.

“Oh no, torture has never been a suitable method of information extraction,” She informed him as she prepared a syringe. “This however, is science, pure and simple. If you don’t want to tell me what was in that poison and how to counter act it, then I’ll just have to figure it out myself. You get to be the very first volunteer to help me find that out! Isn’t that exciting?”

“You’re insane.” The cricket watched in dawning horror as she dipped the needle into the vial of poison, drawing a minuscule amount. “Why do you want to even save a traitor? He’s tainted by the monster! He’ll bring us down to ruin just like any other god and their allies!”

“Because, my dear boy.” She tapped the syringe to expel any bubbles in the glass. “That traitor, that you so call him, is my son.”

The seemed to throw the prisoner for a loop, and his mandibles that weren’t broken were open in shock.

She floated over, grabbing a little pad of cloth and alcohol, and began to clean the joint in his remaining arm where the chitin was the thinnest. It would not due to skip on protocol. “Oh yes, you and your ilk thought you were clever, trying to poison a bug that used to eat arsenic to freak out my students. You won’t be able to kill him this way, but he is suffering, and I do not like to see my son in pain.”

“Wait...wait!” The cricket tried to wiggle, but was helpless to resist as he watched the syringe come closer and closer to his arm.

“This was never to get you to talk.” She didn’t pause, plunging in the syringe and injecting it’s contents. “Like I said before, torture is useless. Science however, doesn’t lie, and I will get my answers, one way or another.”

His screams were wonderful as she pulled out some paper to take notes. What a fascinating reaction! She wondered what would happen if she added just a teeny bit of acid to the next injection.

You know, for science.

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Tiso lounged in his chair, not bothered at all by the faint screaming that echoed through the dungeon. The person who was sitting directly in front of him, however, was very much bothered. The ladybug gulped audibly as they tested the ropes trying them to the chair. Tiso didn’t make things much better, humming to himself as he filled out some paperwork. He sat in silence with only the screams and the sound of quills on paper filling the cramped interrogation room.

“Wha…” The ladybug broke the silence, eyes wide. “What is that?!?”

“Monomon having fun.” He checked a few more boxes on the sheet.

“...The Teacher?”

“Yeah? Ya know, science lady?” Tiso gestured with the end of his quill. “Sounds like a lot of science is going on right now.”

“Am I…”

“Going to see her? Maybe.” Tiso leaned back and put his boots up on the table. “I doubt she’ll find what she’s lookin’ for with just one subject. She’s gonna need a few more for sure.”

“That’s crazy!” The ladybug switched from fear to anger. “You can’t do that to bugs! It’s evil!”

“You think that’s evil? Lemme tell you what’s evil. Evil is tryin’ to kill the two bugs who have done nothing except fix this broken fuckin’ kingdom.” Tiso leaned forward with a sneer. “You were there, you remembered how it was. The living dead roaming the streets, broken everything, a literal fuckin’ apocalypse. And they fixed it.”

“We’re trying to protect you all!” She scowled in return. “You were also there. You saw what happens when gods are in charge! How do we defend ourselves if our beloved ‘King’ were to suddenly decide to make our lives miserable just for fun? Or kill us all?”

“Because, they have friends, and family.” Tiso replied, leaning back again. “They are constantly reminded about how precious life is and how each action can impact them. The biggest one, being their spouse, that you lot tried to kill. And what do you think happens, when a god no longer has any ties to mortals anymore?”

The ladybug blinked.

“Yeah, I may not be the sharpest hammer in the tool box, but even I knew that!” Tiso huffed, feeling clever. “So you fucked up. I mean, colossally fucked up. If there was a book about the biggest fuck ups in history, you all would be on front page. “

She was silent.

“So here’s what you gottah do. You gottah fix this. You gottah tell me what you did, who told you to do it, and who else was in on it. You need to tell me everything. I can’t promise you anything except that I won’t give you to Monomon, but if you even wanna redeem yourself in the slightest, you’ll talk. And hurry the hell up, I got girlfriends to smooch.”

She took a deep breath and began to talk.

#hollow knight #fanfiction #my writing #terra lumina #king quirrel #king ghost #ghost/quirrel #tiso #tiso/cloth/myla #ogrim #cloth #monomon the teacher #monomom #needles #mad science #hollow #bend and not break #monomon does a science and nobody is happy but her #royalty au #tiso is himbo

[nauseateddrive]

 4 POEMS by Sanjay Bheenuck

The Abyssal Plain

“Pain Hurts” UFC 1

A message of despair broadcast on the hydrogen line. A logical volume containing hopes and dreams.

On an island on Solaris—

Hell blot black…

           —Hey, uhh you ever get that feeling…err as if recent events seem uncanny despite being brand new?            —I uhh..what?

—————

I have scattered my heart across the abyssal plane, Its detritus reft down thermoclines, to be consumed by isopods and tube worms, to fall among violent hydrothermal vents.

—————

I scatter my heart across the abyssal plane, to be scoured by isopods—

———- —to be scoured by tube worms rendered unto thermal vents—

—— to be scoured I scatter my heart.

The Iron Thrones

“The Iron Thrones Are Falling” (British officer)

ONWARD to the zone of the armies. ONWARD to a manufactured botch of civilisation. ONWARD to mythic Shambala and the wastes of inner Asia. ONWARD to the vortex of a pulsar and the world beyond. ONWARD into inner space.

I carry on my back the full weight of HISTORY (Pound capitalised for WEIGHT)            And I still need to leave some space for my shopping. (A practice likes                                                                                                       masks, and                                                                                            Personae now abandoned)

I have learned to hate, I have pulled the roots from the collective farm, And I have learned to hate.          (Poetry now only the feeble voice of the poet)

according too …

Much of history abounds in mystic fog. Only the true eye glimpses the bearded barbarian and the managerial class as one. What squint across perpendicular times would enact clear vision.

The animal effigy

…And so we flew over known climes, up and aboard silver aires.

Our trembling world below bleeding burnt steel smoke rising on updrafts of history. Through time present and time past — witnessing, within each awful hot belch, the terror of the vast animal effigy aflame and the still river of black mud and just beneath the surface… the mountain of bones innumerable, on which our world sits.

Bleeding just beyond the fleeting horizon is blessed possibility.

Errors abound in the systems. And in the wilderness — deep in the secondary forests of our hemisphere, are pits long buried under the fertile earth, bursting with icons of ghastly remembrance. Fragments of terrible sadness, to be found never

to be witnessed by none Surveyed by the errors abounding.

Single notes chime from the abandoned instruments of old cities. Hounds, desirous of flesh, wander the streets. No thoughts have emerged here within a century wretched sculptures, fragments of a butchered cause. The old guns standing, awaiting an enemy which will never come…

And yet these fragments abound, scattered among the wracked dwellings—- MY GOD! Each a blazing insight into the furious present. Fleeting records of hopes, dreams and fears lost to the form.

\The fish tank,\ fly tipped behind the gate of the old courtyard….

And when it rained? It filled. And I swear, between glimpses rain and thrashing light, some abhorrent creature swam from some other place…

Lost

You’re lost, Begin with the infinite mysteries, Then crush yourself in glow of the essential semi-conductor, Wander the battered and empty road, Then assemble what remains of the fracture,

@BheenuckSanjay

[breakingdownsu]

Chorus Chapter Two

Note: Updates to this and other fics I'm writing will be sporadic, as mentioned earlier my health is in a weird place and it's hard to get wifi in hospitals. Hopefully I'll be back to spamming chapters very soon. In the meantime, and as is now ritual, I recommend you check out my novel if you like my work, and that way you have something to read if I end up in the ICU for a bit.

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…..

Prelude

Steven agonized over telling Garnet and Amethyst where he was going, but in the end they made the decision for him. He went home to pack some supplies and they weren't there, still on the last mission they'd taken. Aware that the clock was against him and this mysterious yellow gem probably wouldn't wait around, he threw some food and a change of clothes into his backpack. He briefly considered calling Connie, but given what Ruby and Pearl had told him about who they were getting involved with he decided against it. If things went badly wrong at least he'd be the only one in the firing line.

Nobody knows much about her, Ruby had said. She remodels pearls, it's illegal but pretty much everyone does it. She's the best on the planet but she only takes on some jobs.

Remodels pearls how? Steven had asked, with an innocence he would never see again.

She tampers with their manifested forms, or their gems, Pearl answered, trembling behind Ruby near the console. To change their appearance.

Oh, so it's like...plastic surgery, kind of? he laughed awkwardly.

I don't know what that is, Ruby shrugged. It happens because the pearls' owner doesn't like how they look and a colour wash and new apparel won't make the change they want. Or they want the pearl to stop doing something it can't help doing.

Did she remodel you? Steven asked Pearl, hoping to quell that sick feeling growing in his stomach.

Yes, she answered. Twice. The third time a different gem did it.

What did she do to you? Lars piped up from the captain's chair. Steven hadn't realized he'd been listening.

My owner thought my eyes were too close together, Pearl mumbled, and she declined to say any more.

Talking about remodeling clearly stressed her out, and Ruby had expressed anger towards the whole idea (obviously because it distressed Pearl so much) so why were they putting their trust in this yellow gem? Steven asked himself over and over as he climbed into the shuttle and detached from the ship.

The Rutiles had programmed the shuttle to slip through a gap in Homeworld's security gates, and he was due to land in a section of the main city that housed acres of factories. After that, he was on his own before he could be picked up by the yellow gem. It was nerve-shredding.

He managed to slip through, and the smog of the factories covered his landing nicely. So far, so much easier than he imagined. Sitting on the roof of the factory, he heard gems underneath him talking as they worked. They used a lot of words he didn't understand, but otherwise their speech patterns were human-like.

“Quartz?”

He jumped, nearly shouted. For such a large creature, the yellow gem was remarkably quiet.

“Wanna get those nerves under control, pebble,” she quipped. “Don't want to attract too much attention.”

“Right,” he mumbled. “Sorry. I'm Steven, thanks so much for...”

“You look different to other quartzes,” she cut across him. “I dig it, but it's a bit too conspicuous. Can you fix that?”

“Uh, well, I'm not really good at shifting yet...”

“Well, we have to get across the city on foot, we need to do something,” she said, stroking her chin thoughtfully. “Hang on...”

She took two small objects from the pocket of her ripped-up leggings. One of them, a small sheet of metallic-looking paper, she handed to him. The other, a small round gem, she tapped lightly and spoke to.

“We need you out here,” she drawled.

The gem glowed and a moment later a pearl, red-haired and dressed in a dark blue tunic but otherwise identical to Pearl, stood blinking impassively beside them.

“This quartz,” the yellow gem began, gesturing to Steven in a casual, slightly disparaging way, “needs to look less ready-to-be-arrested-and-tossed-in-isopod. Can you do anything?”

“Of course,” the pearl answered.

Her gem whirred and shot out a beam of light that traced Steven's body. It tickled, but he tried hard not to squirm.

“Those are nanobytes,” she told him. “Try not to make any unnecessary movements, it should cover you until we get to the workshop.”

It was kind of creepy how she sounded so much like Pearl but a hundred times quieter and with none of the liveliness. Like Pearl if she'd been stripped of a personality.

That's unfair, Steven scolded himself internally. You just met her, maybe she's just shy.

The two gems turned on their heels in perfect sync and started walking off. Steven grabbed his backpack and tried to keep up.

…..

The trip to the yellow gem's workshop took them right through the city, onto one of the public transport vehicles and through six different checkpoints. Steven and the yellow gem passed quickly enough, but they scanned the pearl carefully, even prying open her mouth to check her throat. They had a specific tool for that job, and Steven couldn't watch them use it on her.

Gems of all kinds milled around the city's immaculate streets. He saw a huge number of Amethysts patrolling, groups of Jasper mucking around in alleys, a crowd of Rubies huddled around a shopfront, a number of upper-class-looking gems on the train-type thing they got on. This was where he saw some other pearls, nowehere else.

Steven had known, if not dwelled on, pearls' status as more or less slaves on Homeworld, but the train ride really cemented it in his horrified mind. The few that he saw varied in style and colour but were otherwise the same, their faces were blank and their eyes downcast and they didn't speak unless they were spoken to.

The yellow gem had spent the ride watching the pearls, jotting down notes in a little tablet-type thing she had. Occasionally she leaned over to whisper to her pearl. They both pretty much ignored Steven. By the time they reached the workshop Steven had seen so much he felt dizzy.

“Okay, let's talk plan,” the yellow gem said with one foot in the workshop, tossing a wheeled chair in Steven's general direction. “What do you want and what do you want me to do about it?”

“Well, uh...” Steven mumbled, gulping. “Shouldn't we introduce ourselves first?”

The yellow gem snorted, but it was good-natured.

“Manners don't count for much in this business,” she said. “But okay, I'll bite. I'm Orthoclase.”

“Oh, I thought...”

“Yeah, I get that a lot. Unfortunately,” she muttered, rolling her eyes.

“Sorry,” Steven sputtered. It wouldn't do to annoy this gem, even if she wasn't a diamond. “I'm Steven. Steven Quartz Universe.”

“Are you a new kind of quartz? I've never heard that designation before,” Orthoclase asked, fingers poised over her tablet-thing.

“Actually, I'm half gem,” he explained. “My mother was a quartz...”

He stopped himself, remembering that that wasn't true. But he couldn't just tell these stranger gems that, could he?

“What's a mother?” Orthoclase asked.

“Uh...it's like a gem you grow inside,” Steven tried to explain. “You know, like you guys grow from the ground? It's like that except I grew from another gem and sort of took over her form...”

By the look on Orthoclase's face, this explanation was a really bad one. The pearl, however, looked unruffled.

“So you're a parasite,” she offered. “That's unusual.”

“I'll say,” Orthoclase snorted, shaking her head. “At least you're probably not a zoatox, right?”

“I don't know what that is,” Steven admitted.

“Then you probably aren't. Great. Parasitic gems, what next? And you're looking for a pearl...”

“Specifically, she's looking for the renegade pearl that fought in the rebellion with Rose Quartz,” the pearl said.

Orthoclase gaped, and quickly recovered.

“That's why you wanted us to take this job, isn't it?” she said, flicking the pearl's forehead playfully. “Holy Core...what makes you think that pearl is here?”

“She went missing a week ago...” Steven began. “Another pearl tracked down where she was taken from, she said there was nano-something and a macrowarp...”

“Microwarp,” the pearl corrected. “And nanobytes, she left memory behind. She had a nanotracer installed.”

Orthoclase whistled.

“This just gets better and better,” she laughed. “There hasn't been a pearl with a nanotracer on Homeworld in 800 orbits. I've never even seen one!”

“I know it's a big thing to ask,” Steven said, already feeling like they were going to send him away. “But we need her back. Please.”

“Are you kidding?” Orthoclase scoffed. “This has got to be the riskiest, most impossible job ever. Of course I'm going to do it!”

A hint of a smile began on the pearls' face. The relief hit Steven like a punch to the stomach. Tears gathered behind his eyes.

“Thank you,” he sobbed, wiping at his eyes furiously.

“Don't thank me yet,” Orthoclase said, patting his head. “I don't know how or where to start looking...”

“I've worked out a plan,” the pearl piped up.

“Of course you have,” Orthoclase drawled, spinning on her chair and throwing her feet up on the pearl's lap. “Do you want to share it or is it one of those things you keep to yourself?”

Apparently not being able to talk about things was a pearl-wide trait.

“There's really only one way to go about this,” the pearl began, folding her hands neatly over Orthoclase's feet. “If she's on Homeworld or near enough, we can get a signal to her.”

“Not if she's impounded,” Orthoclase interrupted.

“No, not a comm signal,” the pearl continued. “Pearls can communicate over distances without being detected.”

Orthoclase's posture shifted dramatically. She took her feet off of the pearl's lap, leaned forward, suddenly intensely focused.

“Since when?” she probed, sounding stern but not angry. “I knew you had some way of talking but I assumed it was that hand-thing you keep doing...”

“That is also how we communicate,” the pearl said. “But when the restrictions were placed on us, gesture-speak was rendered ineffective. We developed something else to take its place.”

Orthoclase laughed, and clapped Steven on the back hard enough to almost knock him out of his seat.

“Nearly eighteen orbits of asking and watching and waiting and then you come along and she spills all her secrets,” she chuckled. “I owe you, pebble.”

Steven searched the pearl's face for signs that she was upset, but she was as solemn and still as a marble statue.

“We call it song-weaving,” the pearl explained, to Orthoclase's growing amazement. “We learned to knit sound waves together and we share memory through them. Mostly our songs are at a frequency and volume too low for other gems to hear, but pearls can tell if there is one in the air. They can absorb it, pass it on or add to it.”

“Have you been doing that here all this time?” Orthoclase asked incredulously.

“Of course,” the pearl responded.

“How is that going to help Pearl?” Steven asked. “I think you didn't start doing that until after she left for Earth... that's when the restrictions were made, right?”

The pearl on Lars' ship had told him a lot about the restrictions. More than he wanted to know.

“Even if she can't pick up the art for herself, she can hear it and if it's still connected to the pearl that sent it that pearl will know where she is.”

The pearl's gem whirred and lit up the room. An image of long interconnected silver threads floated in front of them. On each thread was a small dot.

“With a song that is connected at several points, for instance woven by five pearls, it can expand and reach outwards at a considerable distance. It could reach up to twenty pearls, who could then pass it on and strengthen it.

“Huh. This is going to be easier than I thought,” Orthoclase said.

“I'm afraid not,” the pearl told her. “In order to cover the entirety of Homeworld, we would need a concentrated effort from at least five hundred individual pearls, all singing the same song. We would also have to compose a song that can support that many voices. And we would have to do it undetected.”

Orthoclase whistled low, and Steven's heart sank. It sounded impossible. He had seen less than a dozen pearls on Homeworld, how were they going to get five hundred?

“We don't need to find five hundred pearls,” the pearl said, as if he'd said that out loud. “We need around fifty to create the structure. If it travels far enough, other pearls will strengthen it as it goes.”

“That's a pretty big if,” Orthoclase mused.

“We also need to find a safe isolated place to create it.”

“That I can probably do,” Orthoclase said, rising to her feet. “I know just the gem. But this whole operation sounds like it's going to get dangerous, so we need something fighting in our corner.”

She walked off, dialing a number on her tablet-thing.

“Hey, Hematite! It's me....I need to talk to you about your pearl...no, I told you she's not infected but I think I should take a look at her core circuit....”

Steven and the pearl sat in silence, watching Orthoclase negotiate with this Hematite.

“Um...” he began, awkwardly. “So...does Orthoclase just call you Pearl or....”

“Yes,” the pearl answered blandly.

“Doesn't that get confusing when there's other pearls here?”

“No.”

“Oh, okay.”

“You may address me as something else if you wish.”

Steven's mind short-circuited trying to think of a good name, but he kept flashing back to memories of the preschool he'd gone to that was ruled by a little girl with an iron fist whose given name was Annabelle but everyone referred to as....

“Ginger,” he blurted out.

“Very well,” the pearl said agreeably.  

#steven universe #steven universe fanfiction #gesture-speak and song-weaving #pearl solidarity

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Team Wisp

After a long while I present to you the Finalized members of Team Wisp

New members have been added as well as New Wisps. Hope y'all love them, I will be posting individual pics and info drops of each member later on.

Hers a list of members

Matriarch Nana Hue (Nega Hue)

Kaleidoscope The Wisp

Monochrome The Wisp

Scarce (Bioid #1500)

Spozzy The Pitbull

Glint The Cheetah

Bore The Aardvark

Z.O.O.M. The Robot

Tine The Thorny Devil

Blox The Box Turtle

Drift The Hummingbird

Scorch The Sun Bear

Chomp The Tiger Shark

Feast The Horned Frog

Orb The Gyronaut

Waft The Swift

Racket The Snapping Shrimp

Volt The Torpedo Ray

Tremble The Giant Isopod

Nuke The Bombardier Beetle

Vision The Barreleye/Spookfish

Foam The Diving Bell Spider

Rapier The Scorpion

Briskly The Peregrine Falcon

Fuzzy The Christmas tree worm

Jug The Water Holding Frog

Cleanse The Sponge

Jaded The Glass fish

Mucky The Banana Slug

Ammonite The Comb Jelly

Topper The Mushroom

Grow The Sunflower Sea Star

Dust-Devil The Roadrunner

Arcane The Cryptid

Eon The Immortal Jellyfish

Iaira The Nymph

Breaker The Millicentipede

Mist The Giant Octopus

Radiate The Plasmos

Steady The Gorilla

ORO/Aurum Bot

Raider The Cachalot/Sperm whale

As well as a list of the New Wisps added in

Mother Wisp/Baby Wisp

Rainbow Wisp

Monochrome Wisp

Rare Wisp

White Wisp

Cyan Wisp

Yellow Wisp

Orange Wisp

Pink Wisp

Blue Wisp

Green Wisp

Red Wisp

Purple Wisp

Violet Wisp

Indigo Wisp

Crimson Wisp

Magenta Wisp

Ivory Wisp

Gray Wisp

Black Wisp

Jade Wisp

Azure Wisp

Electrum Wisp

Capri Wisp

Beige Wisp

Turquoise Wisp

Chartreuse Wisp

Vermillion Wisp

Phlox Wisp

Pearl Wisp

Cobalt Wisp

Rose Wisp

Tan Wisp

Amber Wisp

Brown Wisp

Ebony Wisp

Cerise Wisp

Grey Wisp

Scarlet Wisp

Aureolin Wisp

Goldenrod Wisp

Spring green Wisp

Veronic Wisp

Cerulean Wisp

Tawny Wisp

Snow Wisp

Platinum Wisp

Bronze Wisp

Silver Wisp

Gold Wisp

Note 3 Out of the Non Canon Wisps here don't belong to me I ask permission for there usage make sure to give there creators

Electrum Wisp Belongs to SeaSaltArt

Capri wisps Belongs to. @craftys127609

And Azure Wisp Belongs to LJSTAR

#sonic the hedgehog #sonic oc #aj the elementalgod #elementalgod aj #my art #sonic art #oc art #team wisp #sonic ocs #sonic fan characters

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Tremble The Isopod (Gray Wisp)

Biological Overview

Age: 30

Nickname: Heavy Foot, Iron Stomp

Relatives: Unknown Parents

Species: Giant Isopod

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Physical description

Gender: Male

Height: 5'11

Weight : 510 lb.

Skin: mushroom orange, osio grey, Kangaroo grey, Gunmetal grey, Tuna blue

Shell: Bright Grey, Davy grey, bluish grey

Eyes: Dark Gray

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Alignment and Character traits

Alignment: Good

Affiliations: Team Wisp, Matelonia Corps

Favorite food: Pound cake

Likes: Wrecking, Building, Heavy lifting, Bowling, Construction, Pound cake, Knuckles the Echidna, Team Wisps Gray Wisps

Dislikes: being treated like a clutz, being embarrassed, Too much sweet food, Dr Eggman

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Powers and Abilities

Skills: Enhanced Strength, immense strength, Enhanced durability, advanced momentum, Rapid rotation, armored Shell, highly sense body structure, wall crawling, vibration emission, metal embodiment, hyper go on user, Gray Wisp user

Ability type: power

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Info

Tremble the Isopod a Heavy footed wrecking ball member of team Wisp

Originally a construction worker good at building buildings as he is at breaking them. Born with a strange birth defect where his muscles rapidly grow and with muscle mass growth so did density growth.

With that he became so sense his mere footsteps could be heard from up to a Quarter mile. People considered him a walking accident waiting to happen. That was the opposite when he was in construction, he loved to build in a good mood And loved to break when in a bad mood, plain and Simple .

He got the chance to do both when he was kidnapped when his town was invaded by the Eggman Empire. He was experimented was going to be roboticized lucky the process only Metalized his Exoskeleton, thanks to the transformation he can now become a Metal ball once curled up.

He later broke out all of his townspeople single handedly and was recruited for the Resistance under Team Wisp who could use his Density as the Gray Wisps. He now can prove himself as Both a Builder and a Wrecker in Massive Quake.

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Character belongs to me Don't Trace, Steal or Repost my art

#sonic the hedgehog #sonic fc #sonic oc #sonic elements #sonic #sonic fan character #elementalgod aj #aj the elementalgod #my art #my oc #Tremble the Isopod #Giant Isopod #Isopod #Team Wisp #Gray Wisp

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Team Wisp revamped

redrawn and redesigned in actual sonic Style

the members of Team Wisp

Nana Hue (Mother Wisp), Spozzy The Pitbull (White Wisp), Glint The Cheetah (Cyan Wisp) , Bore The Aardvark (Yellow Wisp) , Z.O.O.M. The Robot (Orange Wisp) , Tine The Thorney Devil (Pink Wisp) , Blox The Box Turtle ( Blue Wisp) , Drift The Hummingbird ( Green Wisp) , Scorch The Sun Bear (Red Wisp) , Frenzy the Tiger Shark (Purple Wisp), Feast The Horned Frog (Violet Wisp) , Orb The Gyronaut (Indigo Wisp), Waft The Swift (Crimson Wisp) , Racket The Snapping shrimp (Magenta Wisp) , Volt the Torpedo Ray (Ivory Wisp) , Tremble The Isopod ( Gray Wisp), Nuke The Bombardier Beetle (Black Wisp), Vision The Spookfish (Jade Wisp), Foam The Diving bell Spider (Azure Wisp), Eon The Immortal Jellyfish (Brown Wisp), Mist The Giant Octopus Grey Wisp), Dust Devil the Roadrunner (Tan Wisp), Iaira the Nymph (Ebony Wisp), Oro the Aurum Bot (Goldenrod), Arcane the Cryptid (Amber Wisp ) and Kaleidoscope The Wisp (Rainbow wisp)

Hope you Like the designs , I'll post more soon

#Team Wisp #sonic the hedgehog #sonic oc #aj the elementalgod #elementalgod aj #my art #my oc #My ocs #sonic fan character #sonic fc #sonic ocs #Sonic Elements