NO MORE HOLDING BACK

Indie AU for Steven Universe ;; Fought by Plane

[crashedbyplane]

||  RULES  ||  MUSES  ||   MUN  ||

[antipath]

You always said how much you missed Pink Diamond.      BUT YOU NEVER SAID WHICH ONE

Indie Pink Steven AU of Steven Universe ;; Rampaged by Plane

OC / Duplicate / Crossover Friendly || 8 Years xp || Literate

[antipath]

Walking back into a fandom after more than a year feel

[goldrubyart]

Rebecca pls let Zach Callison cuss this season

[Do not repost my art please]

[eqqman-deactivated20210405]

i wanted to do more before the finale but at least i did something. im excited to cry!

[zeldasoft]

trying new stuff w chad steven

[pennedtm-a]

antipath‌:

All but growling, the boy drew closer. Almost shaking with rage. Where had it come from? Why so sudden? He didn’t know, nor did he care. The spikes pushed inwards once again, surging in a small burst. Only an inch, only a bit. Poking him here and there, possibly even poking holes in clothes. Lunchbag had royally pissed him off, and Steven hoped he knew he wouldn’t hold back if the little shit tried his luck.

“You. Didn’t. Answer. My. Question.”

Waiting there, hovering there, eyes boring into Flug. Waiting for his answer.

Hopefully it was a good one. Maybe there might be enough to bury if not.

      Tight squeeze. The wrong thing to say then. He made another noise, but he couldn’t move to shy away from it. He felt a bit like a fly pinned to a wall, or a mouse trapped under a cats claws. Some stupid little comparison like that. Unable to escape. He was afraid to breathe too much at this point. He squeezed his hands into fists, gathered his courage and his voice.

“ It’s not, uh, stupid. I-I may have assumed the worst, it’s just in my nature. Apologies. “

      His voice came out steadier than he thought, && he prayed that it would keep. He needed his anxiety on the back-burner for this, even if it still showed on his face. He continued, tone full of praise,

“ I’m.  .  . I’m a little impressed, actually. Good job, kid. “

“ I’d love to see more, once I’m out of here.“

      He sounded almost casual, really.

“ Unless you plan on killing me ? “

[antipath]

'Good job kid.'

Why did it feel like he'd never heard that before? Never heard a positive thing in his life about his over amped diamond powers? Never had someone so happy to see him strong, unbreakable, possibly even a little tempermental?

Perhaps it was because to his dad, the other gems, anyone else -- this was a bad thing. Not Steven just growing up, not him just getting stronger.

No, they'd said it was "scary", that he was "different", that he was "wrong like this"

He'd taken off, of course, cut all ties, but that was behind him.

Why did it suddenly swell pride in his chest, even if he'd practically squeezed it out of the guy?

Still frowning, the spikes receded a bit, enough for him to lift the prism off the ground.

Taking Flug with him.

"And you think I'd just fall for that? After you just admitted you thought it was stupid, you suddenly compliment me? No, you just want to get out of this alive. I'm not STUPID."

[pennedtm-a]

antipath‌:

“….Bait you over some stupid power, huh? You think this is stupid?”

He’s out of his lounging position in an instant, towering over the scientist. Aura pulsing even more than before. If he’d been a bull, you might’ve even seen comical little puffs from his flared nose, staring down his opponent.

“How about this?”

Both hands, palms open, flung to the ceiling. A prism, sharp and angular, rose up from the floor to surround Flug. Aiming to encase him completely, like a bug in a jar.

“Think THIS is a stupid power?”

Spikes, sharp even to the eye, surged inwards. Threatening in their closeness, not quite touching Flug – not yet. Though they quivered, clearly brought on by the teenager’s sudden angry outburst. Almost as if they were alive, inanimately sharp and unfeeling as they were, ready to surge inwards as the prism sphere shrank.

“HOW BOUT IT? THINK THIS IS STUPID TOO, LUNCHBAG?”

      Alright, maybe it was his fault for provoking the kid this time. Instead of some childish threat over some silly little fear he has like before, it seems he means to hurt him this time.

      He makes a little squeak as he was quickly surrounded, only to stand still as a statue, holding his arms close as those spikes came far too close for his liking. He couldn’t move his arms, unless he’d like to get scratched. Well.  .  . this was. A difficult situation.

      He swallowed thick, mouth suddenly dry. sweat beaded on his exposed neck, and gloved hands were quick to become clammy underneath the sharp, hovering pressure of a couple dozen or more spikes surrounding him. He gave such a nervously unimpressed glare towards the kid, it was almost like the fear hadn’t quite registered. Voice coming out in an almost tremor, he rasped,

“ And you call me sensitive. “

[antipath]

All but growling, the boy drew closer. Almost shaking with rage. Where had it come from? Why so sudden? He didn’t know, nor did he care. The spikes pushed inwards once again, surging in a small burst. Only an inch, only a bit. Poking him here and there, possibly even poking holes in clothes. Lunchbag had royally pissed him off, and Steven hoped he knew he wouldn’t hold back if the little shit tried his luck.

“You. Didn’t. Answer. My. Question.”

Waiting there, hovering there, eyes boring into Flug. Waiting for his answer.

Hopefully it was a good one. Maybe there might be enough to bury if not.

[pennedtm-a]

antipath‌:

Narrowing his eyes, the boy grits his teeth. Ever so slightly, almost as if you weren’t looking, you’d miss it. He hadn’t figured out why the guy thought he cared in the first place, or why he said it as if Steven should do something about it.

Starting to float again, ever so slightly, he rose. Slooooooowly rising. Perhaps Flug wouldn’t notice until he was craning his neck back up again.

“Y'know, I don’t remember asking for your opinion. Maybe I’m not the one who’s being rude–”

Crossing his arms now, his pink tone seemed to pulse.

“But you being too sensitive?”

“ N - no ? ? I’m not sensitive ! “

      The others defiance was surely noticeable - really, it wasn’t hard to notice the other slowly going back up, not when he had to tilt his head even more. Brows draw together as he takes a defensive tone,

“ Kind of just sounds like you’re annoyed that I have something to say about you showing off. You’re not gonna bait me with some stupid power you have though -  that’s childish. “

[antipath]

“....Bait you over some stupid power, huh? You think this is stupid?”

He’s out of his lounging position in an instant, towering over the scientist. Aura pulsing even more than before. If he’d been a bull, you might’ve even seen comical little puffs from his flared nose, staring down his opponent.

"How about this?”

Both hands, palms open, flung to the ceiling. A prism, sharp and angular, rose up from the floor to surround Flug. Aiming to encase him completely, like a bug in a jar.

“Think THIS is a stupid power?”

Spikes, sharp even to the eye, surged inwards. Threatening in their closeness, not quite touching Flug -- not yet. Though they quivered, clearly brought on by the teenager’s sudden angry outburst. Almost as if they were alive, inanimately sharp and unfeeling as they were, ready to surge inwards as the prism sphere shrank.

“HOW BOUT IT? THINK THIS IS STUPID TOO, LUNCHBAG?”

[pennedtm-a]

antipath‌:

Waiting silently for the man to stop talking, Steven simply continues sitting there, hovering. Not a care in the world. Geez, this guy sure was butthurt he was proven wrong and then robbed, wasn’t he? Taking on a scolding manner, even. Who did he think he was?

Though, at least he wasn’t freaking out. It had been funny last time, but it had indeed almost ruptured his eardrums when the guy shrieked at a decibel probably too high for humans to survive.

“Tolja it’d work.”

But…. He eventually did stop floating, falling back into his seat. Never once losing eye contact.

“…How’s floating rude? How about you just START floating?”

“ Normal humans can’t float, first of all- that’s why it’s rude. It’s hard to talk to someone when they’re above you. “

He feels like he’s explaining things to a child at this point. Although.  . He considers it for a couple more moments,

“ .  .  . but, I mean, I have some anti-gravity inventions - but it’s a device, not a ray. Very unstable. Still haven’t fixed that, but it’s not like I have the time.  .  . “

Ah, he’s muttering to himself again. Before he can really go into a tangent he stops && huffs, looking back at him( Of course he’d been the one to break eye contact first )

“ Anyways, It just is -like the rest of you. “

[antipath]

Narrowing his eyes, the boy grits his teeth. Ever so slightly, almost as if you weren't looking, you'd miss it. He hadn't figured out why the guy thought he cared in the first place, or why he said it as if Steven should do something about it.

Starting to float again, ever so slightly, he rose. Slooooooowly rising. Perhaps Flug wouldn't notice until he was craning his neck back up again.

"Y'know, I don't remember asking for your opinion. Maybe I'm not the one who's being rude--"

Crossing his arms now, his pink tone seemed to pulse.

"But you being too sensitive?"

[zeldasoft]

im sure this was done before but fuck it

[eemapso]

I cant believe its really happenin to my boy. Cant wait to see it to the end! 

[pennedtm-a]

@antipath // x

“ The Blackhat Organization actually has a program to .  .  . “

      Alright, maybe it’s not the best time to talk about his job, despite knowing this kid is wrong.( When you have to teach a bunch of brats to be villains in a “summer camp”, you learn that a lot of them .  .  . Do Not have the backbone to be evil. At first. )

      He trails off, grimacing at the question that follows.

“ I-I.  .  . don’t have a hangover, actually. I mean, it wasn’t worth 70 dollars, but apparently, robbery is a normal thing for you. “

“ And stop floating ? ? it’s rude.“

[antipath]

Waiting silently for the man to stop talking, Steven simply continues sitting there, hovering. Not a care in the world. Geez, this guy sure was butthurt he was proven wrong and then robbed, wasn't he? Taking on a scolding manner, even. Who did he think he was?

Though, at least he wasn't freaking out. It had been funny last time, but it had indeed almost ruptured his eardrums when the guy shrieked at a decibel probably too high for humans to survive.

"Tolja it'd work."

But.... He eventually did stop floating, falling back into his seat. Never once losing eye contact.

"...How's floating rude? How about you just START floating?"

[antipath]

" You're very rude, did you know that ? " || Flug

Steven shrugs, pupils almost glinting in the light as he grins.

"Yeah. I might be."

Pushing the chair back, kicking his feet up, the boy grinned harder. Relaxing his arms cradling his head, he even began to float, quirking an eye.

"I can go to a manners class, but you can't teach someone backbone. You have a hangover this morning?"

[amourmemes]

❥     𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓  𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄   𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍   𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒   .

another meme inspired by devotedecay’s format !     tw  for  violence, blood, mature themes. send  in  one  of  these  for  my  muse’s  reaction  to  … (  add  ❝  reverse  ❞   if  you’d  like  to  see  how  my  muse  would  preform  the  action  !  )

[ deck ]   your muse decking mine in the face.

[ punch ]   your muse punching mine anywhere / or specify.

[ pin ]   your muse forcibly pinning my muse beneath them.

[ straddle ]   your muse forcing mine to the ground and straddling them.

[ scratch ]   your muse raking mine with their nails / claws.

[ bite ]   your muse biting mine.

[ turn ]   your muse rolling from beneath to atop my muse.

[ wall ]   your muse pinning mine against a wall.

[ snarl ]   your muse snarling / growling at mine.

[ curse ]   your muse cursing at / cursing mine out.

[ tug ]   your muse gripping mine’s hair.

[ kick ]   your muse kicking mine anywhere / or specify.

[ point + gun ]   your muse holding mine at gun point.

[ point + knife ]   your muse holding mine at knife point.

[ mock ]   your muse mocking mine.

[ sweep ]   your muse knocking mine off their feet.

[ grab ]   your muse grabbing mine forcibly.

[ shoot ]   your muse shooting my muse anywhere / or specify.

[ stab ]   your muse stabbing my muse anywhere / or specify.

[ break ]   your muse breaking any of mine’s bones / or specify.

[ strangle ]   your muse choking mine out.

[ shove ]   your muse shoving mine forcibly.

[ bruise ]   your muse making mine bruise.

[ under ]   your muse shoving mine underwater.

[ attempt ]   your muse attempting to kill mine.

[ bare ]   your muse baring their teeth at mine.

[ threaten ]   your muse threatening mine.

[ spit ]   your muse making mine spit blood.

[ bleed ]   your muse making mine bleed.

[ burn ]   your muse burning mine.

[ corner ]   your muse cornering mine.

[ throat ]   your muse wrapping a hand around mine’s throat.

[ challenge ]   your muse challenging mine.

[ cut ]   your muse cutting mine.

[antipath]

Your a Diamond? ...But your not blue? Are you like... a new kind of Diamond or something? Are you rarer then normal Diamonds? Are you normally found near bedrock or lava or elsewhere? (Forgive me for the Minecraft)

“Found in b--.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

[katoo-art]

Me, finding out Steven is a Diamond: Oh that’s cool

Me, after fragments: Oh fuck he’s a Diamond