#august arts

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Day 5: Marriage

Steven was just trying to help!!

Alternatively named “giant lesbians scared of themselves”

(The rings look bad because i’m lazy)

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Reunited

Here’s

My contribution to bellow diamond week.

mkay bye

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Also since I’m not getting home until later tonight, here’s todays bellow diamond theme

Day 2: Stranded

Human AU bc i got lazy (they have matching necklaces that pink made them that are made out of braided yarn and those plastic gems you can get in little packs).

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White Diamond REVEALED

So yeah I shared this with some mutuals earlier, and listen itS A SOLID FUCKING THEORY OKAY ONION HAS TO BE WHITE DIAMOND THERE IS NO OTHER WAY FITE ME ON IT

but no i literally worked on this.... all..... fucking..... day today. That has to be worth something. Please pay attention to me.

(heavily based off of this post)

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steven universe art DUMP

Our favorite (or at least my favorite) blue gals.

Im too ready for the new episodes LMAO

>>also fyi - im gonna post fanfics, original stories, and art on here so??? Yeah

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WD and her Pearl

The new episode has me SHOOK

>>also these are jusf lazy draws im sorryyyy

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A lil gift for my friend @harmonicsynchronicity

aka him and his gf :3

Bonus

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Park Bench

We sit on opposite sides of the park bench.

I sit stagnant, as desperation claws at my throat. Still I say nothing, just as you would. Silence keeps us safe, just like the space between us on the bench. And you hum so ignorantly as unshed tears burn my eyes. The once sweet smell of spring makes me sick, your song once so lovely scares me to death.

Screams and cries hanging off the tip of my tongue, but if I utter a word the bench will disappear. And despite this suffocating discomfort, despite my spoiled mind, at least the bench is here - at least we are still sitting on the bench. If I opened my mouth, let my mind flow freely, the bench would disappear, and so would you. So I disobey the invasive warning signs in my head. I cry silently in the night while you rest. I keep my thoughts and feelings away, for the sake of the bench staying - for you staying.

And even with our fingers interlocked, your head resting on my lap, we sit on opposite sides of the park bench.