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(reposting due to tag issues)

I thought it would be fun to draw @ask-whitepearl-and-steven ‘s Steven and my personal gem oc Dolomite interacting! A small drabble to go with this under the cut

Steven hummed to himself while holding tight onto the fidgeting Sea Glass. The crystal gems thought perhaps Adventurine had fled into the nearby woods for the hiding space, so the gems were all camping here for a few days to look for her. 

Currently, Steven had been told to stay put while the gems handled a noise that was likely to belong to a corrupted gem nearby. He knew he could fight, but would rather not fight if not necessary. So, he sat against the tree. Waiting for the gems to return.

Dolomite returned before the other gems, parting the brush with frustration - sticks in her perfect hair and scuffs over her suit. "I hate foliage."

"Dolomite!" Steven called to his room mate and.... friend? Dolomite was hard to read, being so quiet and staring at him quietly a lot. She said she knew White Diamond before he was.... this. But never said much about the before. Said that she preferred to keep those sorts of things private. Steven considered her a friend, even if she was hard to talk to sometimes. She had saved him so much, it was hard not to. "Are you okay?"

"You look like shit!" Sea Glass barked with a wide grin. 

"Sea Glass!" Steven squawked, "where did you learn-"

"Amethyst!" Sea Glass grinned up at Steven diabolically. 

"Of course," Steven sighed exasperatedly. Dolomite had brushed herself off at this point, thrown her cane to the side, and went to sit..... But instead twisted herself so she could sit upside down against a tree. Letting her legs fall forward to the ground in front of herself and folding her two sets of arms in front of her stomach. 

Steven smiled slightly at the silliness of the formal gem sitting so oddly. "I wanna do that!" CG wrangled herself out of Steven's arms and sat next to Dolomite, maneuvering so she could sit on her head as well. But, she quickly fell over with an "oof!"

Dolomite took a deep breath. In through her mouth. Out through her nose. "What are you even doing?" Steven chuckled lightly as CG tried to maneuver herself to sit on her head again. Not like she had any blood, so it wouldn't hurt her to do so.

Dolomite's eyes flicked over to Steven, before speaking tiredly, "I'm letting the light in my form rush to my gem. It gives me a little more energy to deal with this.... foliage. It can be done standing but...." Dolomite shrugged, "I thought this would be comfortable," there was a pause and a wrinkling of her nose, "It isn't." 

Steven laughed before pausing. Her gem, huh.... "Hey, Dolomite-" Steven looked her up and down. He'd never seen it before. Was it rude to ask? "Where is your gem?"

Dolomite blinked a moment. She let herself fall to the side, before writing her posture to be sitting up. She stared off into the trees. Steven sweated, seeing her distant expression. "I'm sorry- Is it rude to ask-"

"No." Dolomite interrupted, one arm moving to help CG sit on her head with support. She watched CG's happy smile for a moment as she sat oddly. "For most gems, where our gems are is a statement." She motioned with another arm, "You have a big heart, you're nurturing and kind-" She leaned forward and tapped his gem gently, "You favor thinking things through more than others. All gems wear them loudly and openly, to absorb light and to show how they may stand out from the thousands of other gems out there. But-" She looked away for a moment, "I..... Not even you have seen my gems." 

"Yeah, I haven't," Steven tilted his head, "That's why I asked where-"

"I'm sorry." Dolomite shook her head, "I meant..... Not even White saw them. Before." 

Oh. Steven swallowed. CG fell to the side again. She looked between the two before crawling back to Steven’s lap. Ignoring the serious conversation. "I kept it a secret. Keep it a secret." Dolomite did not meet Steven's eyes, looking distantly. "I don't know why. Maybe some part of me likes the air of mystery. Not even the Diamonds knew! Surely, that made me special. Made me stand out. Maybe that's what attracted her to me in the first place. My confidence to show that I was special. Like her. She never said why she kept me. She just.... did." Dolomite played with her hair for a moment. watching the white strands curl between her fingers. "Sometimes I think I was lucky. That she didn't make an example out of me. That she saw my bright-eyed loyalty to show her our new form, and eventually made me her right hand when Yellow made the position. Instead of making me her puppet."

"Dolomite, I-" Steven started, leaning forward a comforting hand. His brows furrowed a second. "Wait, 'our'?"

Dolomite smiled at Steven tiredly, “Steven- It thought you realized by now. The two eyes on one side, the four arms-” She chuckled before motioning to herself, “I’m a fusion.”

Steven stared at her in shock, before shouting so loud he would find he scared off the corrupted gem monster later-

“YOU’RE A WHAT?!”

A totally for-fun fan fusion of the lovely @ask-whitepearl-and-steven ‘s Sea Glass and Moissanite; Merlinite! A devious, plotting pirate snake lady. If you haven’t read their comic, go do it! It’s super good. 

OPEN

This girl is inspired by sea glass! she likes to collect many unique pieces of it as well as other ocean treasures. She is up for sale at 100$ USD via Paypal, first come first serve, please comment or message to claim.

Personal use only

I kind of imagined her to be a bit of a hoarder. raccoon energy... Has an eye for a bargain! especially when it comes to food or trinkets, she would make for a good wandering salesperson

Buyer is free to change personality or anything really, this is just what I had in mind during the design process ^^

add ons:

+ custom hairstyle 30$

+ custom outfit ( top + jewelry/accessories included ) +40$

I got bored and made a fursona. I am not a furry I just thought way too long about what animals represented me the best.

Their name is Seaglass.

Source: visualstatic101

Tides

Mooring lost Battered upon the sharp reef I could only be counted as flotsam A bottle with no message Driven out into a howling sea Without a cry

Stranded in this bottle I lost the sea Peering out through the wavy glass I saw nothing I felt nothing So fearful was the loss

The bottle has long broken There are bits of sea glass That can’t cut anyone Even me Scattered now Among my bones

You ask me to examine them now These old hurts and betrayals I see only soft light The kind you find both at dawn and sunset

We are all subject to the tide I suppose, It steals our voice and brings it back again.

-Skye