#Hybrid Connie

[su-revived]

Happy 10th Anniversary SU Revived

For 10 years of AU i reveal to you a character that makes their appearance in Chapter 6! Hybrid Connie, Enjoy figuring out how this happens :)

[luverine]

Cat hybrid! Fav x gn! Reader

subby // crying // mommy kink // poor baby needed some help 🥺 // he’s kinda a brat

“Shit…”

He can feel the heat coming in waves, his mind begins to fill with a foggy daze.

What’s hidden in his soft pajama pants begins to awake aching and begging for stimulation.

Letting out a soft whine, he stumbles to his bed, collapsing into the pile of blankets scattered across it.

His skin grows damp with sweat, the moisture clinging to the soft fabric of his clothes as he shifts restlessly.

“Where are you?” he whispers, voice trembling. “Please…” His plea hangs in the air, fragile and desperate, as though hoping it will somehow reach you.

In this unbearable state all he wants is you. Holding him, rubbing his sensitive back, taking his rut-

His ears twitch, straining to pick up the faintest sound of where you might be in the apartment. His tail sways in frustration, unable to stay still.

A soft, broken whine escapes him, followed by another and another, until he’s practically a mess of muffled cries. Frustrated and overheated, he tugs off the damp fabric clinging to his skin, discarding it carelessly onto the floor.

He pulls a familiar blanket close, wrapping himself in its comforting embrace. It was yours- the one in your favorite color, the one still strong with your scent. He buried his face into it.

His lets out a frustrated rumble out, upset that he can’t come undone.

“Please!” He cries out tears covering his reddened cheeks- voice muffled, “I need you!” He whines out nasally.

The sound of hurried footsteps fills the silence, and the door bursts open. You stand there, eyes wide and frantic, scanning the room. “What’s wrong? Are you hurt?” you ask, your voice laced with concern.

Your eyes land on him, crumpled in a heap on the bed, his tear-streaked face turned toward you, pleading. The bare sight leaves you momentarily stunned, unsure of what to say.

You let out a breath of relief, “I bought you a toy for that y’know.” Taking your gaze away from him embarrassed at the sight you walked into.

“No! I need you,- please help!” He begs out holding out a clawed hand towards you, his tail flicking to you in a come here motion.

Tensing, you take a step back and shake your head, trying to maintain some composure. “Where’s your toy? Did you lose it?” you ask, sighing as you begin sifting through the clutter in his room in search of it.

He lets out a low, frustrated rumble, shaking his head vehemently. “No, no, no,” he cries, his voice breaking as fresh tears stream down his face. “I don’t want that- I want you!”

Before you can respond, he pushes himself off the bed with shaky limbs and lunges toward you. Caught off guard, you stumble forward, barely catching yourself as he wraps his arms around you from behind, clinging desperately.

“Hey! What the hell!?” you exclaim, trying to steady yourself as his weight presses against you.

“No. I’m sorry- need you mommy!” He mewls shoving his face in your neck, breathing deeply.

“-smell so good~” he humps against your back the sensation pulling purrs out his throat. His tail coiling around one of your thighs in a tight grip. “Mommy feels so good- mmm,”

“Get off,” you say firmly, your voice tinged with warning as you attempt to pry him off. “You’re being a brat.”

“No! Just a little longer- please!” he protests, his grip tightening as he buries his face against you, refusing to let go. His desperation is palpable, his trembling form humping on you.

His tail jolts pressing against your crotch as he stiffs, releasing thick white ropes on the back of your shirt.

“You-” The words catch in your throat as his soft purring fills the air, cutting you off. His breathing slows, and before you can say anything else, he’s drifted off, completely asleep on top of you, leaving you pinned to the floor.

“Stupid pussy,” you mutter under your breath, glaring across the room. He lets out a soft chirp in response, unconsciously nuzzling closer and tucking his head into the curve of your neck. You sigh, as his peaceful purring continues.

A/N: Been enjoying hybrid fics on AO3 so I got a lil inspired :3

Likes, comments, reblogs appreciated ‹3

Divider: cafekitsune

[a-pearlyrose-45]

[hollystidy-dustyroom23]

Promo art by Joe Johnston.

[madychi]

you okay? been a minute since a post

Eh, I’m alive. I’m just stuck in my Steven Universe hyperfixation and depression :]

Have my More Gem AU

[faguscarolinensis]

Chrysanthemum x 'Connie Mayhew' / 'Connie Mayhew' Hybrid Chrysanthemum at the Sarah P. Duke Gardens at Duke University in Durham, NC

[askjohnnythecrystalgem]

does connie know about him or she hasnt

[swagging-back-to]

i think steven universe would fundamentally be a better show if steven was a female character

[two-sides-halved]

Greg can you give us some absolute bops to enjoy? You know music, fit the vibe!

[alaiasole]

♡ welcome back to solè’s bar ♡

tonight’s special: connie springer, paris nights, & a ring that changed everything.

→ connie springer x black!reader

→ fluff | proposal | modern au | anniversary under the eiffel tower

→ tags: f!reader,fluff,connie being in love(as he should)

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so connie’s planning to propose. yeah, i know crazy. you guys have been together for three years, going on four, and he knows you’re his person. his soulmate. his everything. and he doesn’t see forever with anybody else but you.

he had this all planned out. the whole thing. months in the making. he bought the ring custom nothing off the shelf, because nothing basic could ever sit on your hand. and of course, he asked your parents for their blessing. told them he was ready to make you his wife. he meant every word.

he’s taking you to france paris, to be exact. the city of love. and like… what better place to ask the biggest question of his life?

he’s acting weird one night. pacing a little. scrolling through his phone like he’s checking something over and over. then he looks at you, all soft-eyed and fidgety.

“baby,” he says.

you glance up from the couch. “yeah?”

he scratches the back of his neck. “you know how our anniversary’s coming up?”

you nod, eyes narrowing a little. “uh huh…?”

he breathes out through his nose, like he’s trying not to grin too hard. “we’re going to paris.”

“CONNIE—YOU BEING SERIOUS??”

he laughs. “yup.”

“oh my god, i need to pack. i don’t got nothing ready. nothing cute enough for paris. oh my god.”

“baby—relax,” he chuckles.

“what you mean relax?! i need to pack right now.” you’re already halfway to the bedroom, suitcase under your arm like your flight leaves in an hour.

he just stands there in the living room, watching you with this look like he’s in awe. like he still can’t believe you’re his. and in a few days, he’s gonna be on one knee in front of you, in the middle of paris, asking the only question that’s ever really mattered to him.

obviously, you booked all your appointments for this trip you needed to look cute. anniversary in paris? yeah, no way you were going over there looking regular. but what you didn’t know… was that connie had already hit up all your people. your nail tech, your hairstylist, your lash tech, your esthetician even your tailor. he told them everything. that he was proposing. that it needed to be perfect. that you had to feel like the most beautiful woman in the world.

first stop? nails.

you showed your tech a simple nude set you were thinking about.

“mm,” she blinked at the picture. “cute, but no.”

you looked up. “huh?”

“girl you’re going to paris. for your anniversary. this don’t say ‘romance.’ this say ‘routine.’”

you blink. “okay but i don’t want nothin’ crazy.”

she smirked. “trust me. i got somethin’ that screams luxe. this for the soft girls in love. lemme cook.”

and honestly? you let her. and she ate. you were staring at your hands like, damn, these look expensive as hell.

next was lashes.

you laid back on the bed and showed her your usual inspo pic.

“mm,” she goes. “no, we switching it up today.”

“what? why?”

she giggles, brushing your lashes. “’cause it’s your anniversary, duh. and you about to be in france. we doing a wispy hybrid. long and flirty. like you blinkin’ in slow motion.”

you raise a brow. “you tryna get me snatched by a parisian man.”

she laughs. “nah. just tryna make sure your man don’t take his eyes off you.”

hairstylist next.

you told her you wanted to keep it simple.

“…simple?” she frowned. “girl, no. we doing body. we doing volume. luxury. this a city-of-love hairstyle.”

you side-eye her. “okay, but you snappin’ a little too hard.”

she shrugs. “you tell me. i’m just making sure you look expensive.”

the esthetician?

girl. you walk in for your usual facial and she pulls out four different treatments.

you sit up like, “what are you doing to me?”

she goes, “girl, it’s your anniversary. and it’s paris. i need you glowing in every light. french sun? sparkling. hotel mirror? flawless.”

you just lay back, blushing. “y’all really tryna make me the finest one over there.”

she smirks. “you already are. i’m just enhancing.”

but the real moment?

your tailor. you asked her to make you something special for your anniversary dinner. nothing too extra, just a cute little something to wear while y’all ate under the lights.

you walk into her studio, and your jaw dropped.

“…what is this?”

she grinned. “your dress.”

you blinked, stepping closer. “yeah but like… damn.”

she giggled. “girl. you need to look good. okay?”

you’re staring at the silk, the details, the way it shimmers in the light. “you didn’t have to go this hard.”

she shook her head. “yes i did.”

“…why?”

she just smiled. “because i love you. now go try it on.”

when you got home and started packing, you were sitting on your bed like okay. why is everybody being so extra? all your appointments felt like something out of a movie. the upgrades, the glam, the little smirks and compliments.

but honestly? you didn’t think too hard about it.

it was your anniversary. in paris. of course they wanted you to look right.

and if this was how they were treating you now? you already knew this trip was about to be everything.

bags packed. passport ready.

you were about to be that girl in france.

you guys wake up early that morning sun barely peeking over the skyline, bags by the door, passports ready. connie keeps looking at you like he can’t believe this is real. y’all are really going to paris.

the flight is smooth. he’s knocked out for most of it, but you stay up watching movies and glancing over at him with his hoodie half-off his head, lips parted a little. he’s cute even when he drools.

when the plane lands, everything feels dreamy. you grab your bags, head through the airport, and hop in the car connie booked for y’all. paris is just… different.

there’s flowers on balconies. gold trim on the buildings. cobblestone streets. little cafés on every corner. everything looks like a movie.

you get to the hotel super luxury, obviously and connie helps you check in. the lobby smells expensive. like roses and bergamot.

when you get to the room, your jaw drops. there’s floor-to ceiling windows, a balcony with a view of the eiffel tower, and a massive bed with crisp white sheets. you both unpack, shower, throw on something cozy, and curl up in bed together. he’s warm, he smells good, and he falls asleep rubbing your back.

the next morning is the morning. your anniversary. the big day.

you both wake up early, bodies wrapped around each other, light pouring in from the windows. connie kisses your cheek. “happy anniversary, baby.”

you smile, sleepy-eyed. “happy anniversary, con.”

he already has the whole day planned. he orders breakfast up to the room croissants, fresh fruit, little coffee cups with foam hearts on top. you sit on the balcony, barefoot in robes, giggling and eating while watching the city wake up.

after that? it’s time to explore.

first stop: pont des arts — the love lock bridge.

you and connie stroll across the bridge, fingers laced together. people from all over the world are there, writing names on locks and clicking them onto the railings before tossing the key into the seine river below.

“we gotta do one,” connie says, already pulling out a lock from his pocket.

you blink. “you brought one?”

he shrugs, grinning. “of course.”

you write both your names on it connie + [your name] with a little heart next to it and lock it in place.

he wraps his arm around your waist and kisses your forehead before you toss the key into the water.

next stop: louvre museum.

you walk hand in hand through the louvre, getting lost in all the paintings and sculptures. connie pretends to analyze the art like he’s deep.

“you see the way her eyes follow you? it’s symbolism. she in love with me.”

you roll your eyes. “boy, that’s the mona lisa.”

“exactly. she got taste.”

he makes you laugh the entire time. y’all take pictures, kiss under marble archways, and spend way too long trying to pronounce the french captions out loud.

next: picnic in the jardin des tuileries.

connie surprises you with a little picnic in one of the most beautiful gardens in paris. he picked up pastries and drinks from a nearby café and lays them out on a blanket in the grass.

you both sit together, leaning against each other, watching the people pass by. the trees sway, the sun warms your skin, and everything just feels perfect.

then: shopping in le marais.

he takes you to le marais one of the chicest little shopping districts. boutiques, bookstores, vintage perfume shops.

he lets you pick out whatever you want. tells you to try things on, keeps saying “you look so damn good” under his breath while you do.

he buys you a necklace from a little jewelry store and puts it on for you, clasping it at the back and kissing your neck.

final stop before dinner: sunset boat ride on the seine river.

right before dinner, y’all get on a private boat and float along the river while the sun sets. the whole city glows pink and gold. he wraps his arm around your shoulder and you lean into him.

you see the notre dame, the eiffel tower, and the bridges glowing in the dusk light. everything is still.

it’s quiet. beautiful. intimate.

“best anniversary yet,” you whisper.

he smiles. “just wait.”

you just think he’s talking about the food.

you’re back in the hotel room, soft music playing in the background as the sun begins to set behind the parisian skyline. your ivory gown hangs from the closet door, and the glow from the golden hour light spills across the fabric like honey. you step into the dress slowly, smoothing it down your hips, your breath catching at how it hugs you in all the right places. your hair’s laid, lashes fluttering, skin glowing and for a moment, you just stare at yourself in the mirror. damn. you look… breathtaking.

the door opens behind you.

“baby,” connie’s voice is low, warm, in awe. you turn around and he’s standing there in a custom suit, dark and sharp, gold accents on the cufflinks that match your jewelry. his mouth is slightly open, like he lost his words the second he saw you.

“you look beautiful,” he says, walking closer. “fuck. you really mine?”

you smile, cheeks warming. “you clean up good too, mr. springer.”

he wraps his arms around your waist, presses a kiss to your temple. “you ready?”

“yeah. let’s go.”

the restaurant is luxury. gold chandeliers, soft candlelight, smooth jazz from a live band in the corner. the view from the rooftop is unreal the eiffel tower peeking in the distance, glittering like it’s in on the secret. you and connie are tucked in a private booth, the entire vibe drenched in elegance.

he doesn’t take his eyes off you all dinner. you order the most expensive wine, a truffle pasta, and some fancy little desserts you can’t pronounce. he keeps his hand on your thigh, thumb tracing slow circles as you laugh about memories from your first date, your second anniversary, the time y’all got lost in the city and ended up finding the best food truck ever.

“you know,” connie says between sips of wine, his eyes soft, “i still can’t believe it’s been four years.”

you smile. “me either.”

“you changed my whole life.”

your breath hitches just slightly, his voice is that sincere.

he leans closer. “i’m serious. you gave me something real. something solid. i look at you, and i see home.”

your heart thuds. “you’re gonna make me cry,” you say, laughing a little, but he just shakes his head.

“you deserve to hear it. every day.”

a waitress approaches the table and says, “excuse me, sir. we need you to come sort something out real quick.”

connie stands, kisses your cheek. “i’ll be right back, baby.”

you blink. “is everything okay?”

he squeezes your hand. “yeah. just something minor, i think. don’t worry.”

he disappears with the waitress, and you’re left sipping your wine, candlelight flickering across your glass. you glance at your phone, glance at the sky. you’re wondering what’s going on when the waitress returns.

“hi, ma’am,” she says with a smile. “your partner’s ready for you now.”

you blink. “ready for me?”

she nods, still smiling. “if you’ll follow me.”

you stand, butterflies fluttering hard in your stomach. not scared, just… thrown off. you follow her through the restaurant, down a narrow hallway, and out a back exit that opens to a private courtyard.

it’s quiet.

your heels click softly against the cobblestone as she leads you down a small path framed by trees wrapped in fairy lights. you’re confused, still, trying to understand what’s happening. but then… the music starts.

soft.

familiar.

get you by daniel caesar and h.e.r.

your heart stutters.

you round the corner and your breath leaves your body completely.

because there, under the glowing paris night, the eiffel tower standing proud and lit behind him, is connie.

there’s a soft carpet of rose petals leading to him. an archway draped in white chiffon. candles glowing in tall glass vases. a live string quartet off to the side, their music swelling through the air. and him.

he’s standing in the middle of it all, hands clasped in front of him, watching you walk toward him like you’re the only thing he’s ever loved.

you stop, frozen.

“connie…”

he holds his hand out. “come here, baby.”

you walk slowly, heart hammering. when you reach him, he takes both of your hands in his.

his palms are shaking.

you look up at him and his eyes are already glassy. your vision is starting to blur too.

he drops to one knee.

you gasp, both hands covering your mouth. “oh my god…”

he takes a small box from his pocket velvet, deep navyand opens it to reveal a radiant custom ring, catching the light.

he looks up at you. voice trembling.

“my love,” he begins. “i don’t even know where to start. i’ve been thinking about this moment for months and somehow, standing here in front of you, all the words feel too small. nothing feels big enough to describe how i feel about you.”

“you are the most beautiful person i’ve ever known. inside and out. you’re the calm in my chaos. the soft place i land. you’ve held my hand through every high and low. you’ve celebrated me. challenged me. loved me when i didn’t even know how to love myself. and that? that’s not something i take for granted. not for a second.”

“i remember the first time you laughed at something i said like, genuinely laughed and i swear , i knew in that moment i was already gone. i didn’t know how, but i knew i was gonna love you for a long, long time. and baby… here we are.”

“you’ve shown me a kind of love that makes everything make sense. when the world doesn’t feel safe, you are. when things feel too heavy, you carry them with me. you’re strong and soft at the same time. you’re my peace. my favorite everything. you are what home feels like.”

“i wake up every day more in love with you than the last. i look at you and i see my future. and it’s not just the big things it’s the little ones, too. the way you scrunch your nose when you’re trying not to laugh. the way you say my name when you’re sleepy. the way you just… get me. without me saying a word.”

“you’ve made me better. made me whole. and i don’t ever want to do life without you.”

“so, i’m standing here… in paris, under this damn tower that everybody puts on postcards, trying not to cry too hard, just to ask you one thing.”

he breathes, heart in his throat.

“will you marry me?”

you don’t even hesitate.

“yes,” you whisper, nodding fast. “yes, yes, yes.”

he slides the ring onto your finger, hands still trembling, and stands up just in time for you to throw your arms around his neck. he holds you like he’ll never let go. kisses you like you’re the only thing that matters in the world.

the music swells.

paris glows behind you.

and in that moment, it’s just you and him.

forever.

[mommypieck]

mommypieck's kinktober 2023 .°୭̥ ୨୧ 

day 1: first time with jean ✯⁠ cherry pop!!!

day 3: anal with armin ✯⁠ dirty slut!!!

day 5: age gap with nanami ✯⁠ my daddy!!!

day 7: face sitting with suguru ✯⁠ juicy!!!

day 9: crying with eren ✯⁠ oh so messy!!!

day 11: mommy kink with satoru ✯⁠ needy boy!!!

day 13: mutual masturbation with yuuji ✯⁠ touch me please!!!

day 15: on cam with bertholdt ✯⁠ watch my cunt!!!

day 17: cow hybrid with geto ✯⁠ fill me up with milk!!!

day 19: cuckholding with connie (ft onyankopon) ✯⁠ best friend's dick!!!

day 20: threesome with gojo and geto ✯⁠ porn star fucking!!!

day 21:toys with yuuta ✯⁠ dick isn't enough!!!

day 23: being loud with erwin ✯⁠ moan my name!!!

day 24: pegging with nanami ✯⁠ daddy turns into my toy!!!

day 25: sensory deprivation with choso ✯⁠ pussy delivery for you!!!

day 26: size kink with inumaki ✯⁠ so mean and rough!!!

day 27: stripping with levi ✯⁠ you pervert!!!

day 29: on a phone with yuuji ✯⁠ *y/n attached 1 photo*!!!

day 30: panties with megumi ✯⁠ sniff sniff!!!

day 31: glory hole with eren & jean ✯⁠ who's pussy is this!!!

[allfortheslay25]

Would andreil have kids siren au:0 (or if they could Lol)

Short answer; no

Long answer, they could if they wanted to but they don’t want to

Still here is a doodle of the famdreil (aka all of my andreil kids in one place)(they don’t all actually exist in one universe its practically impossible)

Milo and Neil cuz I be in my Neil and Milo feels

Andrew with Ollie(behind Drew), Connie, and the twins(Honey and Niko)

And Maya

Sirens are a sort of intersex species so Neil, even as a male, can carry children. In the AFTFish tho, andreil makes no purposeful effort to have children since they don’t care for it

All of andreils kids are considered sirens (other than Ollie who is an adopted mermaid) because hybrid children are all considered sirens

Little note but the twins are depicted chewing Andrew’s hand and Ollie’s tail and it’s equally because it is canon to their character that they chewed on everything when they were teething, but in this fish au, they’re sirens so they’re cannibals

Sirens feast on fish and mushed up sea creatures as early as infants but mermaids are breast fed and don’t start on solids the same way as humans do.

Sirens are born with teeth but they’re really small and close to the gums. They’re somewhat rubbery too but will harden over time so they’re much capable of chewing just nothing thick are hard to break down foods. Archaically, sirens used to chew up food and feed it to their young but as mermaids and sirens interacted more, sirens picked up the mermaids use of tools. Sirens now either make tools or use stones/rocks to grind fish or kill to be fed to their fries(babies)

As soon as baby sirens learn to center themselves in water (naturally they’ll flail or be deadweight so they’ll sink or spin) they learn to wait for left overs since as meat is torn apart it became squishy and soft enough for them to consume until their teeth get strong enough to start tearing apart flesh

So them teething on tails/fins/their parents hands is pretty normal but as soon as they get strong enough to pierce flesh, Andrew’s gonna have to hand them off to Neil or they might eat him (sirens commonly get a feeding frenzy like sharks do and that could lead to accidentally eating their own family)

Nicer fun fact, baby mermaids/sirens are in danger of floating off by the current or the swish of a tail so parents often hold them either close to the belly or by the hip fins since the kids instinctively cling with death grips

[a-pearlyrose-45]

Opal being forgetful

[hollystidy-dustyroom23]

[novantinuum]

jen's "Hard-Light Hybrid Steven" headcanon dump

Okay so I'm just making this its own post, because frankly at this point... the original post is so hard to get all the pulp out of due to the headcanons being spread over multiple reblogs and half of it being in the tags.

So here we go. Self indulgent headcanon time. This is how I'm now personally interpreting things within the realm of my own fic work and the post-canon storylines that live in my mind. This is NOT, however, a work of meta- I am by no means suggesting this to be what I see as "canon," only having some fun playing around with ideas I think are cool on a speculative fantasy anatomy level. Take it as you will basically, lol. This is ultimately just for me.

With that stated:

"jen what the fuck do you mean when you say hard-light hybrid Steven, what are you even suggesting"

Essentially I am proposing that Steven becomes progressively more hard-light based in form as he ages. When he was born he was two almost entirely separate halves mashed together- organic and gem- and those two halves slowly but surely merge over the years (hard light replacing organic matter) until one day they are literally inseparable, and Steven is one permanently cohesive being... entirely hewn from hard-light, but with a level of anatomical complexity that still makes him a complete anomaly amongst Gems and humans alike. Instead of the innards of his body being solid light, he is still formed of cells- only now, those cells are entirely hard-light.

His gem is somehow mimicking the form of organic matter with a level of detail that's absolutely unobtainable by shapeshifting or tailored reformation alone. Steven has become the single most complex hard-light system to have ever existed.

Some more specifics on how I imagine this merge working:

Much of the "merging" is natural over time, basically his gem branching out new bits of hard-light circuitry within his body as it integrates within his system.

However, this process is sped up significantly by all the spills and injuries Steven deals with throughout his childhood... because his body's instinctive response to injury is simply to replace damaged cells with hard-light analogues. An almost instantaneous patch job.

Steven's component halves being so distinct early on is a large reason why he takes so long to harness many of his powers.

This is also why Steven's (mostly) organic half is so weakened during the split in Change Your Mind- at that point there's a lot about his anatomy that's been converted to hard-light, so it's basically as if White Diamond yanked the power source out.

(Same idea for why he's so weakened during the movie when his gem's on the fritz... his gem's connection with the rest of his body got partially severed for a time, which. Is not Good for someone who at this point is more hard-light than not hard light.)

At a certain point post-canon, it becomes impossible for Steven's organic and gem halves to be separated. They are so tightly integrated that attempting to remove the gem would only poof him.

Now, here's the thing though...

Steven does not realize that Any of this is taking place until the blunt reality of his strange new anatomical nature is put on display for all to see... when he actually DOES poof.

Here is how (in my own post-canon musings, which I have simplified here because y'all don't live inside all the intensive lore that jangles about my brain) I envision that taking place:

So, Steven would be in his mid to late twenties at this point. He's married to Connie, and they have an infant son.

Recently, there was a fairly severe Gem incident that left Beach City and Little Homeworld pretty damaged. Things are still being mopped up from that.

Steven, Garnet, Amethyst, and Pearl head out on a quick mission one day to intercept one of the last few supporters of the Gem who attacked the Crystal Gem's hub of operation, and at first it seems like it's gonna be a straightforward trip.

Then, Steven sees the Gem in question pull a destabilizer wand on Garnet, and- unwilling to watch her to get ripped apart like that again- throws himself in between. He can take it, he thinks. These things never hurt him one bit as a kid

He cannot take it.

He poofs.

His gem unceremoniously falls to the ground, along with the clothes he was wearing and whatever he had in his pockets.

Cue the others going "what the actual FUCK" because based on everything they've ever witnessed and known about him no one had "Steven poofs" on their bingo card.

The insurgent Gem is captured and dealt with, but now... oh, boy. There's literally no playbook for this. Nobody knows what to expect.

Steven's gem is quiet for WEEKS. During that time, the Gems end up consulting the Diamonds on Homeworld to ask for intel on diamond reformation, but none of them are much help- Rose and Steven are the only ones who have actually poofed. Beyond them, this is completely unprecedented.

In a very vague sense, Steven is aware of what must have happened during this time... (even if a part of him wants to deny it, because How???)

He can pick up vague snippets of what's happening just beyond his reach... catching voices and what must be faint sensations of familiar people handling his gem, but beyond that he has no awareness of the passage of time, and he has no means by which to reach out to them mentally.

It takes almost two months for him to finally reform. When he does, his gem quickly shifts through its previous three forms and then just... outright h a n g s for a while on the new one... as if what's trying to "load" up is so complex it's goddamn buffering.

(my brain can only think of This image uyhjfsdbyuhjfg)

No one really knows what to expect but when he finally reforms, he... looks mostly the same? Still rather human in appearance, externally? The only notable difference is that his irises are pink now. (But with no diamond pupil- not unless he's going Full Power Mode.)

Steven also reforms WITH an outfit much like a Gem would.

The second he's back, he runs to embrace Connie (who is sobbing in relief) and asks how long he was out.

And he did NOT anticipate that answer to be two months.

As it turns out, he missed quite a few baby milestones while he was gone, and he feels horrible about it- it's not his fault of course, but he feels so bad that Connie had to go that long without his support, and that there's all those special "firsts" with his son he'll never get to experience.

This whole incident marks Steven's final "retirement" from participating in real combat- he outright tells the Gems to not involve him in any other combat situations unless the whole ass planet is under threat, basically. The potential risks are just not worth it now that he knows how long he'd be out of commission, should he poof once more. He can't put his family through that again.

Now, with all that outlined...

Ways that Steven is Weird now:

He looks rather human- his hair looks like hair and his skin looks like skin- but after he reforms, literally every "cell" of his body is fashioned out of hard-light.

However, if one were to theoretically slice him in half (which I PROMISE I am not going to do, this is only a thought experiment ahahah-), his internal anatomy would glow much like the Gems' do. (See below image for what I mean.) The "human-like" appearance of his skin and hair and other externally visible features does not extend very deep.

He "bleeds" pink now- but it's only surface, and is all just excess hard-light. No real blood.

His body would no longer show up on a radiograph- just the gem.

Many of his anatomical features (not all of them, though) are now vestigial in certain ways-? Like, various functions have overtly been taken over by his gem... he doesn't need to breathe or have any lifeblood beyond light pumping through his system, so his heart and lungs serve no necessary purpose anymore... but all of these organs still "exist" as like an echo of what once was, perfect mimics of their organic form but hewn from hard-light.

That being said, Connie enjoys the reassurance of his heartbeat, so he retains that function while conscious.

(Not to mention, "breathing" is literally just a habit for him by this point.)

HOWEVER, when he sleeps (another thing he technically doesn't Need to do but does anyways) his breathing and heartbeat stops entirely and it kinda spooks Connie out. The literal only evidence she has that he's still kicking during these times is the soft hum of his gemstone.

He does not have a biological NEED for food or water anymore and can fully operate on exposure to light alone, but he still really enjoys eating and drinking anyways. In fact, he's still able to absorb energy from food... so it's basically like he's over-charging his battery or whatever. He also still experiences taste (so still posesses some form of taste receptors) and instinctively feels "hungry" at meal times, so like... the running theory is that he must have hard-light analogues for all these receptors and neurotransmitters and hormones that communicate sensations like hunger in his system even though their function is entirely redundant with his gem powering everything.

Furthermore, his memories and sense of self and everything one might refer to as "the soul" is stored exclusively in his gem now. Which means, if one could manage to analyze his brain like one could with a human brain, there would be entire sections that simply... don't light up the way that others (such as the parts of the brain that govern motor control, as an example) do. This is because all the "data" once stored there has migrated.

He can fully shapeshift now, if he wanted to.

He can also still visually "age"- it's all based on his mental state, same as before.

But despite being hard-light in nature now, he can still interface with organics in fusion because his form is still so organic in shape and function. He's still the bridge between humanity and gemkind. I like to think that... theoretically... a Gem might be able to fuse with an organic too, but the sheer burden of trying to shapeshift and maintain such cellular complexity is what stops this from happening.

Steven, though? His very existence as a hybrid acted as a template by which hard-light could learn to understand organic life. He is still an intensely unique being, even IF he no longer consists of any actual organic matter.

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I am sure I will probably add something to this later, but for now, those are all my musings.

Anyways, thank you for taking a brief visit to the deepest recesses of my brain, where I am chewing at the drywall and bouncing around the room like a cat who has just devoured the goddamn motherlode of catnip. Good night! !! :DDD

[fanart-for-life-bun]

Oh ye I also did the badass hybrid Connie from @su-revived