#su fanfic

[hugthesquids]

Inner child, inner gem.

Some promo art for chapter 14 of my fic, The Heart of a Star!

#steven universe #su fanart #su fanfic #pink steven #the heart of a star #my art

[glowweek]

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.

#connverse #connie maheswaran #connie mahaswaren #steven quartz universe #steven universe #su #suf #stevonnie #connie x steven #steven x connie #conneven #su fanfiction #su fanfic #glowweek

[creathechiboi]

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.

#art #my art #traditional art #fanart #ink drawing #steven universe #connverse #traditional drawing #steven universe future #steven quartz demayo #steven quartz universe #connie maheswaran #su fanfic #su fanart #su connie #seven minutes in heaven #traditional illustration

[drawnwiththewind]

So I finally finished it. Mostly took so long because of free time issues but also procrastination. I pushed through it, it could be better but I'm proud of it. Any advice and/or criticism you have is welcome.

There is still some stuff I wanna do, but for now, these are ready. I have one more page but don't know when that will be ready.

Just for clarification, this is happening 2-3 weeks after "I am my monster" and well, somewhere between "The Calm" part 1 and 2

#wdau fanart #su fanfic #su fanart #su comic

[faelapis]

Something Better chapter 30 - "Her Cave" - is out NOW!

Something Better is my Jasper-centric Steven Universe fanfic, canon compliant, set after the events of SU Future. It deals with Jasper trying to find meaning in her life without a Diamond.

Deals with themes of existentialism, the absurd, the non-linear path to healing, the conflict of religious trauma vs religious hope, and also there's Jaspearl. Click the link above to read it!

#something better #jasper #steven universe #su fanfic #my art #steven universe fanfic

[novantinuum]

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.

#su #su future #steven universe #connie maheswaran #steven/connie #connverse #su fanfic #glowweek #my writing stuff

[fermented-writers-block]

Does anyone know if there are any time travel AUs where a non-Steven character gets sent back in time? The majority of the AUs I’ve seen centered mainly around Steven, and I feel there’s loads of untapped potential just waiting to be mined with even just one of the CGs from Pearl, Garnet, and Amethyst, let alone Lapis and Peridot. There are quite a lot of ripples that could come from their perspectives of the whole story, as there are pretty decent gaps in their knowledge and level of understanding about what went on across Steven’s life which could easily be played with.

Though I do have to say, this does give me the hilarious mental image of post-SU/SUF Yellow and Blue being the ones who get punted back in time and very awkwardly and accidentally setting off a Homeworld civil war as they command their portions of the empire to disband and fuck off to Earth to meet a young Steven - and unknowing Crystal Gems lol.

(Bonus hilarity points if they accidentally went back in time to when Rose was still pregnant and hadn’t given birth yet 🤣)

#steven universe #steven universe au #Steven universe fic #steven universe fanfic #su au #su fanfic

[obsessedfluffbutt]

Just posted the first chapter of my newest fic! Out in the Universe(title subject to change)

Kidnapped and taken to Homeworld, put on trial as the Rose Quartz, rebel, criminal, murderer. Could things get any worse? Probably. Could they get any better? Maybe.

The trial was a disaster. His lawyer had clearly been set up, the poor Zircon forced to defend him and terrified of her own potential shattering the entire time. At least Lars was okay, even if he was stuck sitting on the cold floor with a bubble around his head. It seemed as though he wouldn’t get the chance to say anything, to truly defend himself when Yellow Diamond claps her hands together, cheerily calling for his execution. That is until Blue Diamond decides she wants to hear what happened directly from him. She wants to know how his mom, how he shattered Pink Diamond.

He stands on the raised platform, fiddling with his fingers, nervous under the scrutiny of the two massive women. He can’t do this. He can’t pretend to be her, he doesn’t want to. He doesn’t want to take her punishment, he doesn’t want to die.

#steven universe #steven universe au #su #su au #steven #yellow diamond #blue diamond #diamond #my art #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #steven universe fanart #su fanart #su fanfic

[pauloarts]

#steven universe #steven universe future #nora universe #jasper #steven universe comic #steven universe future comic #steven universe fanfic #steven universe future fanfic #steven universe fancomic #steven universe future fancomic #su #suf #su jasper #su comic #suf comic #su fanfic #suf fanfic #su fancomic #suf fancomic #my comic #my fanfic #my fancomic #digital comics #digital fanfic #artists on tumblr #tumblr art #tumblr artist

[altenx]

i doodle for a project on tiktok and discord :)

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[archivehub]

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!”

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

[hugthesquids]

Garnet taking a selfie with Cat Steven. They're both sending their regards to their boy on his road trip

Some art I made for chapter 15 of my fic, The Heart of a Star

#steven universe #garnet #su fanart #su fanfic #cat steven #the heart of a star #my art

[diamond-in-the-rough-au]

A Poly-Gem Mini Fic

Steven finally fell asleep, wrapped tightly and comfortably in a bundle of blankets he was insisted he wanted to share but ended up keeping for himself when the gems refused. Rose carefully and slowly picked him up to carry him to bed. Much to her amusement, he had curled up into a ball, a habit he’s had since he was a baby and clearly never left. She tucked him in, patted his hair and adjusted his pillow next to him so he’d still feel something snuggled up close to him.

For whatever reason, she felt compelled to lay back down on the blanket of Steven’s floor next to the others. She knew better then to wake them up, especially when she was already getting on everyone’s nerves. Yet again, she was surprised when she felt sleepy, warm arms warp around her as the gems made room for her. Even after a huge argument they still—literally—welcomed her with open arms.

She sighed heavily and turned to her side as she closed her eyes. Garnet’s arm wrapped around her side as she pressed up closely to her back. Amethyst lying in-between her and Rose, curled up most closely to Garnet but her leg draped over Rose’s waist. Pearl snuggled up in Rose’s arms, facing away from her but smiling softly as she snored, her gem pressed against Rose’s forearm. They still loved her, even after everything.

Stars I don’t deserved any of you..

#self deprecating rose is actually canon guys! that’s why she died. it not to escape her past WHAT DONT YOH UNDERSTAND?!!! #steven unvierse au #artists on tumblr #diamond in the rough au #steven universe #su rose quartz #steven quartz demayo #steven quartz universe #su pearl #su garnet #su amethyst #pearlrose #pearlrosenet #rosenet #rosethyst #polygems #su fanfic #ficlet #mini fic #fluff #hurt/comfort #sleepover #text post

[creathechiboi]

Seven Minutes (Alt. Cover)

>The door flew open. 

“Got ’cha!” 

Their eyes snapped open, blinded momentarily by the harsh light flooding into the dark space. They turned their heads to see Patricia and Daniel smirking knowingly. Past them, they could see the rest of the party staring open-mouthed. Their faces burned as they stood in their awkward position against the closet wall, frozen in sheer embarrassment.<

A drawing made for @willowwillowbun's fanfic Seven Minutes. PENCIL - Jan. 2, 2024. INK AND SCREENTONE - Jan. 2, 2024.

if you point out any flaws in the pieces, i bap you in the face.

#art #my art #traditional art #fanart #ink drawing #connie maheswaran #connverse #steven universe #traditional drawing #steven quartz demayo #steven universe future #steven quartz universe #su connie #su fanfic #su fanart

[dykejasper]

Crooked Trajectory [SU fic]

AO3 - dykejasper

Summary: Future-era post-shattering Jasper has no choice but to be alive, to exist, to find a purpose for herself while learning how to cope with a lifetime of trauma, new physical issues from shattering, and social dynamics she's never experienced with gems she doesn't understand. Many who are really down bad for her. Starts off pretty heavy but there will be fluff and fun and love and light, I promise.

Chapter One - "Free Will" - Jasper POV A dissociative trip back to where Jasper was killed and reborn. Rating: Mature CW: Suicidal ideation, self harm ideation, PTSD, minor mention of animal death (accidental collateral via Steven)

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Jasper couldn’t remember making her way back to her cave. She couldn’t remember anything said to her after the order, “Find something better to do with your life.”

Those words tumbled around her numb mind on loop, layered over thousands of years of horror that would never go away. Her entire existence had been a waste of resources, at best. Static buzzing flooded her senses and threatened to rip her apart all over again. Her skin prickled head to toe and the weight of reality crushed her chest in. She couldn’t make her lungs expand. An all too-familiar sensation in recent years.

She stared, unseeing, at the same spot on the wall of her cave for hours while that buzzing built and built until she flung herself into the cool night air, hyperventilating, feeling like she might corrupt all over again while memories tore her apart. Her knees hit the bare earth and she dug hands into her hair, gripping those hideous, detestable horns. The panic broke into a festering hatred and a hollow laugh broke through the frantic gasping.

One of them was broken now, reduced to a stump. The other remained intact, coming to a sharp point that she pressed her thumb into until pink spikes flashed across her vision and she shuddered, wondering if she could rip it off. She never actually tried.

She gripped the foul, bone-like growth while her heart raced. Won’t fix anything. You’re trash by design. Her hand fell away and she was overwhelmingly numb again, taking deep, shuddering breaths as she looked around.

This didn’t feel like her cave anymore. She never considered this place anything special, but it had been secure, if nothing else. Her eyes lingered on the little wooden hut that didn’t belong to her and the static inside her grew loud again.

It was easy to rip apart, at least, easy to fling away into the woods with very little effort or thought. And then as if by instinct, without any real decision to do so, Jasper began tracking the damage left by the fight, retracing their steps.

The thrill of it all returned as if she was reliving it in real time, delighting in the confidence and competence with which her Diamond threw every bit of his power at her, finally. Proving, after all this time, that Diamonds were just as powerful as they’d been made to believe. It wasn’t all a lie.

Part of her felt a choking, overwhelming insanity if she thought too hard about the multiple sincere attempts she’d made at destroying the Diamond she was created to protect, between Rose Quartz and now Steven. Rage mingled with guilt and she could feel the pressure mounting once again, the buzzing growing louder.

She followed damaged trees, fallen branches, occasional small craters from missed or deflected strikes. A creature Steven once called a “deer” lay obliterated in one of the pits, a gruesome mess of wrecked limbs and insides brought out. Those pink discs did some real damage now that he knew how to use them.

And then her stomach dropped when she came to the edge of a vast crater; a half-mile wide strip of decimated organic material half-buried under a deep layer of blown-up soil, clay, and rock. Pink spikes consumed her vision and she felt the terror flood her once again, the horrible realization that she was afraid of being shattered. She never expected self-preservation to kick in at the last second.

The pain of being split apart was exquisite. It lasted only a moment, but it was like remembering every sort of pain she’d ever felt, and then feeling them all again, combined, in one final flash. Ripped and torn in every direction, physically and mentally. But not erased.

No, that was the real horror, Jasper had discovered. There was no silence after shattering. There was no freedom from existence, of course it couldn’t be that simple. She assumed there would be some sort of release, craved it, at times, but she’d been so utterly wrong.

But even so, the panic came before she learned the truth, not after. That realization puzzled her. Why did she fear her existence ending, particularly when it’d been nothing but misery?

Shattered, she existed as formless energy: semiconscious but broken, detached from the corporeal world and lost. Locked in a prison of vague feelings, shadows of memories, flashes of sensation. Everything was wrong. She needed to form. She needed to be whole. She was pure fear. She wasn’t anything at all. And then, after what felt like her entire lifetime, her energy was being redirected, pulled, fused back into place, and with a terrified gasp, she was reborn.

Fear and wonder were matched in intensity in that moment. Only a truly powerful, merciful Diamond could so easily destroy a gem and then put them back together. And to be brought back at all must mean she was needed for some greater purpose, or at least to finally serve the one she was made for.

Find something better to do.

She dropped down into the crater, trekking through the raised hills of destruction and clambering over broken trees until she found what she was looking for. Freshly ruined earth surrounding a small field of flower and grass regrowth that marked where he crawled around crying, collecting the pieces of her gem. Pathetic.

She laid down in the grass and flowers, staring up at the starry sky and feeling utterly alone.

Why would he bring her back for this?

Her skin prickled and the static in her mind amplified and she wanted to rip herself apart with own claws. She disconnected from reality and felt sheer horror pulse through her every atom, more powerful than any physical pain. Her very existence and continued survival felt like some sick cosmic joke.

To emerge during a violent raid on her defective kindergarten, during a false war, with the sole purpose to protect the same gem she was meant to fruitlessly attempt to destroy… she was created to fail and cursed to endure eternity with no viable escape. She remembered a thought she used to have, long, long ago, that her fellow kindergartners had it lucky. They were all deemed off-color and shattered the moment the war was lost, her agate loved reminding her. They got to escape before the real torture began.

Or so she assumed. Now she knew better. Now she knew exactly how her fellow kindergartners felt for thousands of years. Would their shards ever be recovered? Or were they powdered and released into space, deemed too dysfunctional even for harvesting? Her agate’s voice echoed in her mind like the crack of a whip, “Only traitorous, Earth-made trash would care about the complete waste of Yellow Diamond’s time and resources that was your kindergarten. You’re not a traitor to your Diamond, are you?”

Maybe “something better” was never resting until Yellow Diamond felt every bit of pain she’s ever inflicted, directly or through her agates. Maybe it was hunting down her old agates and smashing them to powder.

Or.., you could come to Little Homeschool!

A flash of pink spikes blotted out the dawn sky and her stomach flipped and she scrambled to her feet, her heart ready to burst. The sudden panic was quickly drowned in shame at her reaction to a memory of his voice. Coming back here was stupid. Why had she done it, without even thinking?

Why was she trembling?

As repulsive as the idea was, her only option was obeying her Diamond’s expectations by going to his stupid school. Being tortured by agates seemed more fun than learning how to befriend an agate, and she was certain plenty of gems would feel the same about her. But really, what choice did she have? Minding her own business in the forest away from everyone is how she ended up shattered.

Jasper gritted her teeth and clambered out of the canyon of blasted forest, wandering away from her grave. She was broken and ready to face whatever horrible new life she’d have to endure, miserable and alone as always.

#su jasper #jasper su #jasper #su fanfic #crooked trajectory #zanfic

[faelapis]

Something Better chapter 29, "Feeding Time" is out NOW!

Something Better is my Jasper-centric Steven Universe fanfic about her searching for meaning in life without a Diamond. It is set after the events of SU Future (canon compliant), and follows a horror-filled yet hopeful existential crisis over purpose, trauma, gem religion, and whether its possible for Jasper to live a good life. It is very much "angst", but with a happy ending. Click the link above to read!

#steven universe #su fanfic #jasper #my art #steven universe fanfic #su future