#ice diamond

[loveaurapearl]

Ice Diamond

Been a while since I last posted Steven Universe art. Here’s Ice Diamond, a fusion of White Diamond and Blue Diamond.  Her power is that she can create ice constructs and can read the memory of Ice. (The latter power was inspired by Frozen II.) She's a mostly stable fusion, but is as cold as ice and has mood swings that can cause her to be quiet dangerous. Hope you like her.

[bi4bihankking]

Posts this and turns off my phone

[blueguydraws]

Ok but let me get this straight, they are dancing, sword fighting servants with long noses

These girls are pearl!!

[dairyocchi]

i desperately need knb (kuroko’s basketball) to get a popularity resurgence 😕 like where are all the haikyuu and other sports anime girlies at you’ll love knb trust

[arisarthell]

Old jjba art

[pangeen]

“ The Incredible Ice Beach “ // Mads Peter Iversen

[dabiwantsfood]

So? Do you accept?

[sea-talk]

Azealia Banks

photograped by Jason Nocito for SPIN Magazine 2012

[raideo]

I have found my new calling and it’s making text post memes

Text Posts are Unbreakable (1) (2) (3) (4)

[iononmichiamo]

nye ✨

[wordsifelt]

It is 5:30 am. I have not slept. Here is a compilation of my mlm anime ships for future reference. Have a nice day.

Now excuse me while I pass out bc this took me almost seven hours to make.

I tried. ¯\(◉‿◉)/¯

[fuckyeahtravelphotos]

Beach ice, Iceland's beautiful Diamond Beach, spring

[catwellcomics]

Ice Cream Break

[kammyjams]

Diamond affinity 💎💎💎

[natalinaofficial]

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[parad-ice-lostandfound]

Prompt: "I made you soup because I love you, you dense piece of sponge cake."

Pairing: Cater Diamond x GN!Reader/Prefect/Yuu

Genre: Fluff, Slight Hurt/Comfort

TW: Cater gets sick, mention of (almost) fainting

Really, the fact that Cater woke up fatigued even after a good and recommended 8 hours of sleep should have clued him in on the fact that he was sick. The dull ache behind his eyes should have cemented the realization in his head, but Cater just didn't realize.

And now he was stuck in bed.

It could have been worse, he supposed. Had it not been for Trey's timely intervention when he nearly fainted in alchemy, Cater would have found himself headfirst into a bubbling cauldron. An incident that earned him a lecture about lab safety and understanding one's limits by Professor Crewel.

Another intervention by Trey got him out of sitting through one of Riddle's lectures, but nothing could get him free from their combined motherly fussing.

It felt nice to be looked after, he had to admit. Even when he whined about the bitter medicine Riddle was forcing him to eat, the redhead only glared at him a little before shoving the spoonful of the vile liquid in his mouth, declaring that it would help him. Trey, on the other hand, was a lot more understanding with him when he threw a tantrum, giving him a patient smile before adjusting his blankets so that he didn't overheat (even though Cater was convinced he would freeze without his blankets tucked all the way around his neck).

It was nice, but it was also tiring.

So when a knock sounded on the door, Cater groaned and turned on his side, staring at the wall in defiance. "I'm fine, Trey, I don't need anything," he called out, quickly smothering a cough with his palm pressed to his mouth.

The door opened, and with it came a familiar voice, words soft and kind. "I'm not Trey, but you don't really sound fine."

Cater whipped around to face you, wincing at how the sudden movement made his vision swim for a few moments.

You weren't supposed to see him like this. Cater had borderline begged Riddle and Trey not to tell you about him being sick and had made them promise that they wouldn't tell you. But you were here, when you weren't supposed to see him in bed, looking as miserable as one could be. When he was too tired to keep up his usual charming persona.

Cater looked at you with wide eyes, feeling the bony fingers of panic closing around his heart and chilling the blood in his veins. His tongue sat heavy in his mouth as he watched you walk inside, closing the door and coming close to where his bed was. All he could do was stare at you mutedly as you placed the tray in your hands that he hadn't noticed before on the small foldable table Trey had brought in earlier.

"(Name)..."

His voice trailed off as you placed a hand on his forehead, checking his temperature. If his cheeks weren't already red from the fever, they would have become red under your careful touch and observant eyes. Fighting past the tightness in his throat, he asked, "What... are you doing here?"

You quirked up an eyebrow, looking at him with such concern and care that he felt he would melt under it.

"My boyfriend's sick. How can I not be beside him at a time like this?"

Cater let out a small, fake chuckle as he tried to sit up on the bed. His heart did somersaults inside his chest when you helped him sit up, the place where your hands made contact with his body feeling warm and comforting. "You didn't have to-"

"I wanted to," you cut him off, running a hand through his hair. Cater closed his eyes, taking in the sensation, allowing the panic to loosen its hold on him. His friends had already proved that they wouldn't leave him alone no matter how difficult he got to handle.

It would only be fair to give you a chance to prove the same, right?

Green eyes opened to meet yours, as a genuine smile stretched across his lips. You mirrored his smile, tilting your head slightly towards him. "I made you some soup. Well, Trey did most of the work, but I helped," you hummed, and his eyes drifted over to the bowl on the tray and the spoon set beside it, before coming back to you.

"Why?" He asked, unable to stop the question from slipping through his lips.

"Because I love you, you dense piece of sponge cake."

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