And this is the timelapse for the drawing (sorry for the separate post; as far as I could tell, I had to make a new one to share the video without uploading it somewhere else first).
I did a quick, messy drawing to test the new timelapse feature in Clip Studio Paint, and aside from one very minor pause when I accidentally turned Border Effects on on a layer that had a lot of stuff on it, there were no noticeable issues.
i think it would be plausible for gems to be affected by the seasons and the changing daylight hours due to their being solar-powered. so during the shorter days, they might have less energy and their mood drops? just a thought.
every time I see a photo of a bear itâs like. that really is the ideal animal. large. fat. virtually indestructible. vaguely resembles both a large dog and a person. absolutely could and probably would maul me but nonetheless looks extremely huggable. 10/10 creatures, immaculate
Could you write a little angsty piece for Pearl, seeing Star and Diamond split up? I just... I don't think enough people realize how much that would break her. then again i don't usually browse the.... chadverse?
The first few times Steven splits, the panic from Pearl is smothering. She tries her best, because she always tries her best. Nevertheless, Diamondâs flat face and Starâs miserable one is far too much to take. Everything in the world is shifted and wrong. She hasnât felt like this since... well. Not since Rose left.
She tries to pull herself together and be there for him. Itâs not easy, but she tries. Stars, it hurts so terribly to see him split, to see the diamond in his belly and his pink transparent form. It takes her years to get used to it. Well, not really used to it. Sheâs there for him, and supporting him, far earlier than that. It takes her years to get ready to talk about it.
Pearlâs very old. Thatâs very fast for her.
She comes to Diamond while heâs making tea. Thatâs something they in common actually. They like the art of making tea and the scent of it, though she prefers not to drink it. Diamond likes to eat.
She starts with a friendly talk, smiling as she watches him measure tea into a French press. âYou know,â she says trying to keep her voice light. âIf you ever want to change your form or your clothes, Iâd be happy to teach you. Itâs a bit trickier than changing your shirt, but-.â
âNo thanks,â Diamond says, leaning against the counter as he waits for his water to boil.
Pearl swallows. Awkwardly clears her throat. âThere are a few other things we could talk about - if youâre in the mood to talk.â
He pauses then murmurs, âI know it must hurt to see me like this. Iâm sure itâs a reminder than Mom is really gone.â
âNo,â she says. Itâs an instinctual lie, and it comes out so quick itâs obvious. She can see the slight roll of his eyes, and lowers her own. âYes. That isnât easy to handle. Itâs... seeing her gem in your is confirmation sheâs gone, and that hurts.â
The kettle dings and he shrugs as he pours the water in. She listens to the water trickle in, covering the leaves, and it isnât long before the floral scent fills the kitchen. âI canât fix it for you. I keep my gem covered up, but I canât hide that Iâm all gem. Iâm sorry.â
âYou donât need to apologize, Diamond. Thatâs...â She shakes her head, and guilt pours into her belly that his first thought is wondering how to help her through this. She pushes on. âItâs upsetting, but thatâs not something I would put on you. I talk to Garnet.â
Diamond blinks. âThen do you want to talk to me about?â
She makes a sound somewhere between a laugh and a sob, her hand gesturing to him, then falling away. âBecause youâre hurting, Diamond. Youâre not a fusion thatâs fallen apart. Youâre a fragment. Do you really think I donât want to help?â
He set the lid on top, plunger high, voice cool. âI spent years helping everyone else. Accepting help is hard enough. Asking for it is impossible.â He shrugs, and thought Star or Steven would set a timer, Diamond looks at the tea and holds the passing seconds in his head. âI didnât think youâd want to help.â
She steps closer, setting her hand on his. Energy crackles on the surface of him, pure power thatâs barely restrained. Her voice is soft. âIâve never been good at understanding what people need from me. Thatâs not a Pearlâs job. We follow orders, not anticipate them.â Her fingers curl around his, gripping them tight. âBut seeing you like this rips my heart in half. Please, Steven. Tell me what to do. Iâll help.â
His Adamâs apple bobs. âMake some tea with me? We could start there.â
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