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{RP blog for Steven Universe's Jasper. Selective. Please Read Rules Page. Mun and Muse 18~. WIP}

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Lapis Lazuli sketchy-paint, a not-quite-a-surprise gift for a friendio. 

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The landing lights had begun to flicker back from green, bathing the entire ship in a flush of reds and yellows. The thud of Jasper’s footsteps echoed from corridor to corridor, pounding over the mechanical click and whirr of flight preparations. Fists clenched, teeth bared, she glared. 

What a waste. What a joke. What a pathetic excuse for a fight. What a pathetic excuse for a planet.

Jasper had expected more, so much more. 

She jabbed a finger at her Peridot Technician, happy in any eventuality to exert her frustration. To spread the misery. Rose’s army may well have been a cluster of four, but Jasper would take every pain to treat them like the traitors they were. That, at least, would make her feel better. 

First things first. 

“That abomination is finally unfused.”

“Make sure they stay that way!”

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All these little things seem to matter so much

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Gems had no natural concept of dreaming. No Homeworld word for it, either. No dreams, no imagination, no...otherness. No rest from reality. Only corruption, true madness, held any similarity to human detachment. 

And fusion, of course. 

Jasper hung in the darkness of Malachite. The chains which bound her chest and legs snaked out on either side, trailing into nothingness like a great crude web. Her hair hung about her face, stirring softly in the pseudo-currents of something else’s mind. 

Every so often her fingers would twitch, reflexively. As if ready and willing to fight, to snatch, to pull. As if the struggle of so many hours had instilled a constant waking tic. Even as her blank yellow stare swept the gloom, Jasper seemed to be waiting for something. Some lax in the chain, some chip in the loop, something to rouse her from her stupor and Grab. 

Even a component to someone else’s existence, even swept by the tides of almost-dreaming, Jasper remained a soldier. And Jasper fought. 

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Starter Call

Working on a few paragraph replies, but have a quick starter call too!

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👏 (You don't have to do this but what if Lapis and Jasper formed earlier? Say during the war?)

Send “👏”and I’ll describe what a fusion between our muses would look and act like.

(Just for fun, this is playing under the assumption that Malachite was formed partly out of the volatile nature of the fusion itself, and could have been something different in different circumstances, as the netural gem is known to react violently in water, and Malachite herself never forms as a solid personality.) 

Name: Ocean Jasper

Personality: Created in the heat of battle in a moment of urgency, fuelled by two gems who would otherwise have had nothing to do with one another, Ocean Jasper is a very...fixated fusion. She seems, at times, entirely driven by a singular narrow desperation, pooled from and driven by both gems: To survive, and to prove herself in her survival. 

She has little regard for conversation, little regard for other gems, and can appear entirely self-motivated and selfish to those on the outside, even if neither Jasper nor Lapis wish to remain alone with one another. She seems always to be running; both away and towards something, pushed and pulled by both aspects of herself. A twisting, desperate live-wire, Ocean Jasper needs little excuse to fight, and is even easier to provoke than a regular Jasper. 

Abilities: Ocean Jasper is a scrappy, capable little fighter. She retains some of Lapis’s elegance and swiftness (especially in regards to her water manipulation, which remains at the forefront of any attack) but seems to consist vastly of Jasper’s unthinking brute force. She has a tendency to charge her opponents, flanked on both sides by watery fists. 

Weapon: Whilst water is Ocean Jasper’s primary weapon, she can (if needs be) summon a much larger, heftier version of Jasper’s helmet. 

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So yeah Kimberly Brooks is officially the most underrated voice actress ever.

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Send “👏”and I’ll describe what a fusion between our muses would look and act like.

Based exclusively on how our two muses interact. I know you ship with a couple of Jaspers, but I find this dynamic slightly easier to write. 

Name: Bastnäsite

Personality:  Bastnäsite…is not the most stable of fusions. Whilst far from a forced fusion, she comes from a place of little respect or understanding, making the melding of personalities within her both uncomfortable and unbalanced. Jasper is on a constant warpath for major control, as she puts little trust in diopside’s smallness or insecurities to make them a strong and worthy fusion. She considers the other half a hindrance, not an asset to their power, and wrenches back consciousness at any given opportunity to underline what She can do Better. 

Rarely does Bastnäsite have the opportunity to properly meld as her own person, and rarely does she find herself with a proper active consciousness. Mostly she wavers between the two; a steady fusion, but one made of two opposing (one demanding, one beseeching) voices. 

However, during those rare moments when Bastnäsite becomes an individual, she pervades an overwhelming feeling of…well…relief. Strength and desperation, certainly, but also vast, wavering oceans of relief. Relief in proper fusion, relief in unity, relief in a relinquishing of struggle and resentment, relief in simply existing. 

Abilities: As with most Quartz fusions, Bastnäsite boasts a natural strength and hardiness in any battle, and is extremely hard to down. Mixed with Diopside’s affinity for spider-like wall-climbing, as well as a certain unusual smallness for a fusion (Bastnäsite is, when standing, barely taller than Jasper unfused) this makes Bastnäsite a rock-hard little swinging fist of a fighter. 

However, her unbalanced nature often gets the better of her, making Bastnäsite reactions and perceptions more than a little shaky. Battle is often when Jasper’s headstrong nature unfuses them both. 

Weapon:  Diopside’s sword hybrid, mixed with Jasper’s helmet, gives Bastnäsite an intimidating lance-like weapon; a fierce spike fused to the front of her helmet, which she can use to ram her opponents with great force. 

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As a bonus: pick out a song for the muses’ fusion dance.

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Jasper’s lip curled. She was not, by nature, easily impressed. Disdain could be forged simply by being smaller than her. Weaker than her. A waste of time. Jasper took no interest in things she couldn’t fight, and this tended to leave her in an exceptionally bad mood. 

Her eyes narrowed.

“What are you doing?”

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Who was the unfortunate Gem to cross paths with Jasper? It was Charoite, who simply wanted a peaceful walk in the woods. Not only was she surprised to meet a warrior way out here, she was also scared that it was Jasper, the “ultimate quartz”. She had heard about how she went missing when arriving on Earth, and there was no information of whether Jasper was alive or not. Charoite’s question has been answered.

“S-Sorry!” The purple gem spoke hastily.

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Jasper hadn’t met many other gems. Not here, not on this miserable, spongey rock. No gems worth or worthy of her time. And for this she was grateful. It was right, Jasper thought, fitting, to find this place barren. Abandoned. Home of nothing but scraps and dregs and traitors. 

This, then, this was new. New and unwanted. If it was a Homeworld gem, said Jasper’s loud, unquenchable ego, it would do as she demanded. It would help. If it was some other defected remnant of Rose’s army, some...Crystal Gem...well...that just made things easier.

Jasper lifted her chin, a certain glint in her eye warning Charoite that replies, any replies, had better be quick and forthcoming, or else punctuated immediately by Jasper’s fist. 

Jasper’s weren’t naturally eloquent gems. They had...other means. 

“What,” she said, reaching down to grasp Charoite’s collar and wrench her upright, “Are You Doing?”

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What did I just say…!

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Lapis was in a state of absolute panic as she struggled to get out of the way of another gem’s weapon. She hadn’t wanted this - to be caught up in all of this. Lapis had been sent to gather information, but not to fight. Oh no - never to fight. The gem was not built for that sort of thing.

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The air was thick with dust, the sky a slash of red across the horizon. It was Jasper’s third battlefield, peopled by Homeworld and Kindergarten alike, a straggling skirmish on a stretch of decimated shrubland, and already she excelled. 

She barrelled through the press of bodies, elbowing, kicking, biting, butting. Grinning. The occasional errant shard crunching underfoot. A Jasper would never make a clean fighter, but a Jasper didn’t need to be. What was the fun in fighting with a weapon, with grace or fluidity, when you had strength? When you had yourself? Jasper may have been new, but she was fast learning a her own natural inclination towards brutal arrogance. 

It was fun. 

Then, in the crowd– in her way– she saw it. Up ahead. A gap in the flailing bodies. A swirl of skirts and a flash of desperate blue. A tiny space of terrified stillness in the sea of struggle and sound. 

Jasper hurtled forward, the brow of her helmet glinting gold in the sunset. She snatched for a skinny blue wrist. 

“Out of my way!” 

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At once, she felt everything shift. Lapis wasn’t just in the battle anymore, but she was being attacked. Not that she hadn’t expected to be involved in it all somehow. In fact, it’d been what made her panicked from the beginning. Recon wasn’t supposed to be in the midst of the battle and in the confusion of the moment, Lapis wasn’t even sure why she was in the middle of the battlefield.

Her wrist was snatched up and Lapis quickly spun to face the gem. A Big Powerful Quartz. Who looked like she wanted to kill the Lapis Lazuli right then and there. Eyes wide and with a deep frown, Lapis struggled to find the words that might save her.

“ I - “ She was supposed to be better with words this way “ L-let me go! “

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Jasper didn’t let go. Instead the momentum carried them in a great swinging arc, narrowly avoiding a pinwheeling spear by a hair’s breadth, a slicing axe by inches. They came to a stop several meters away, the crush parting for them purely by coincidence. 

Even so newly created, Jasper knew her place in the world. She knew where she stood. She knew who she was. She knew why it was right for a Quartz to be strongest she could be, why the fight should stand at the very centre of her world. She knew why anything less was a failure, why small meant inferior. Why, even on the same side, this blue thing meant as much to Jasper as the dirt under her heel. 

She let out a great bark of laughter, yanking Lapis forward until they were practically nose-to-nose. Her voice rumbled over the sounds of battle.

“You’re too small for the battlefield, runt!”

“What kind of soldier are you?”

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Even in the darkness of the control room, Jasper’s expression said it all. 

Jasper was, on a basic level, aware that these things had to be done. That ships needed pilots, that pilots needed knowledge. That knowledge was, occasionally, a useful commodity. 

But Jasper hadn’t been made for her technical prowess. She hadn’t been made for her brain. She could fight, she could win. What was there to think about? It was a necessity so far beneath her it wasn’t even worth looking down. And this...Peridot was a long way down indeed. 

Huh. Limb enhancers. 

“Just stay out of my way.”

And that was hello. 

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So I threw some colour on this sketch, because it’s been ages since I’ve painted anything casually. 

Not entirely happy with the colour palette. I’m not 100% sure it fits the scheme of Rheniite. But it was late at night and kind of a rush job, and a lot of it ended up being Bismuth and Jasper’s major colours mixed together. 

But for the second time: Bismuth and Jasper fusion, Rheniite, the Most Muscular Mum!

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Episode 101: Peridot uses her metal powers to play the triangle

Episode 102: Peridot uses her metal powers to murder her military escort