lol so @peyelle told me to make a gemsona so… i made a moss agate!! she was a pd gem and Majory Fucked Up keeping the rose quartzes in line (lol clearly) so she was reassigned to yellow for reconditioning/training (its a shock she wasnt shattered but u know how sentimental bd is lolll). she really struggles with blaming pd’s death on herself so she overcompensates by putting on an Extra Tough front and being really hard on other gems for their flaws (sound familiar?? lmFAO can u tell who i relate to in the show aaaahahahah)
also heres a height chart for your reference
i did try to make her aesthetically similar to holly blue since yanno, both agates and all. i hope u guys like her lmaooo/////// i feel embarrassed posting this //////////////////////
sana is under so much stress because she, as a muslim woc, grew up putting extra effort aka emotional labour into noticing, avoiding, handling and sometimes even taking care of White Feelings ( like the Fragile White Ego at the slightest hint of their racist behaviour ya know ), and not only for survival reasons ( fighting against her bullies ) but also for friendship. that is why she notices when her friends are upset and she knows how to talk to them and help.
as for her friends? their lack of effort put in this friendship other than a few texts without any follow up ( or the ‘i know you’re stressed but something good happened to me i want to talk about me :D’ text lmao ) shows an inability to perform emotional labour and thus failing in being Good Friends
and yes i’m saying it’s a White Phenomenon esp in this racial dynamic bc whites are so used to everything accommodating to them while poc constantly have to be aware of how we presenting ourselves as well as how people are perceiving us bc guess what we actually suffer from being ourselves more often than not and it’s ridiculous when we talk about it and whites still think we are just whining and spreading negativity
well guess what this is our lives try live in it for a second and imagine never getting to run away from it
I walk into a restaurant with a friend and this girl that knows my gf from her school from the next town over comes up to me and is like “heyyyyyy!”
and im like oh hey (because I vagually remember her)
and she looks at me and is like “oh my god your voice is so much deeper than the last time i talked to you” and then she says “wow youve even got a little stubble going on!” and then TOUCHES MY FACE.
I WAS SO UNCOMFORTABLE I HAVE TALKED THIS GIRL MAYBE ONCE IN MY LIFE. MY FACE WAS SO RED.. I DONT EVEN KNOW HER NAME
Its okay when my close friends and family members who have known me my whole life mention stuff like that, or my local trans boy friends™ because thats just buddies bein buddies but jesus christ
ANd all the times that the cis are like “woW yoUR VOICE IS SO MUCH DEEPER AND YOU LOOK SO MUCH MORE MASCULINE I WOULD HAVE NEVER GUESS YOU ARE FTM TRANSGENDER TRANSSEXUAL LGBT FEMALE TO MALE NOT CIS. DONT WORRY I SUPPORT YOU. YOU ARE SAFE WITH ME. “
why do they think this okay leave me alone. quit outing me to everyone. im stealth most places
Soft Derek, Warm Stiles, No One is a Little Ball of Fur
Hey guys! I was planning on posting this on my birthday (yesterday) but ran out of time to finish it. So here it is today! I really hope you guys like it. Please leave positive/constructive feedback. Happy birthday/Memorial Day to everyone! <3
When Stiles got his job at Espress Hangar, the new space-themed café, the pack was immediately on board.
“Oh thank God!” Erica pulls him into a suffocating hug. “I had their Strawberry Starship drink the other day and I think I’m addicted, but they’re like five dollars a cup. Thanks, Stiles.”
“Um, what? Why are you thanking me?” Stiles asks warily.
Scott comes out from behind him with one of his tooth-rottingly sweet smiles and replies, “For all the free drinks you’ll give us,” like it’s obvious. Stiles frowns.
The thing is, it is kind of obvious. Stiles was planning on sneaking a few drinks for them here and there when they came to visit him. But now that they expect him to, he’s starting to reconsider.
“Guys, come on, this is Stiles’ job. You can’t take advantage of him like that,” interrupts Derek. Stiles grins at him and, you know what, maybe he will save a drink for him.
“But where’s the fun in that?” Jackson smirks.
If Stiles has any say in it, Jackson is going on the Do Not Serve list at the first opportunity.
After Stiles’ third morning rush that day, he can finally breathe during the lull that follows. He’s survived his first week at Espress Hangar, a feat much larger than he originally thought. Turns out waking up for work every morning at four o’clock is not as easy as staying up until four o’clock on Wikipedia.
Stiles is wiping down the counters and humming California Gurls to himself when the bell above the door chimes and Derek walks in. The next notes of the song get stuck in his throat and he freezes. Stiles shouldn’t be surprised, really. The rest of the pack have already been by to visit him, even Jackson. Of course, Scott was the only person Stiles ended up giving a free drink to, much to their disappointment.
Derek swaggers up to the counter Stiles is stationed behind, because that’s the only way Derek apparently knows how to walk. He’s wearing a maroon knitted sweater today that looks unfairly cozy. Stiles slaps his own hand down from reaching out and touching the fabric because that would be weird. Although slapping yourself might be weirder. Oh well.
“Hey,” says Derek wryly. A small smirk is tugging at his lips from witnessing Stiles’ hand malfunction. Stiles sighs at Derek’s voice. It’s soft and small, a low rumble of a voice Stiles has been hearing more and more when he talks with Derek.
“Hey,” Stiles says back, his own grin a little dopey. Yeah, Stiles has tried getting rid of his crush on Derek, multiple times, but after three years of cringing and stuttering, he’s come to terms that whatever he feels for Derek is here to stay.
Danny coughs behind Stiles and, oh yeah, he doesn’t work here alone. Oops. Derek ducks his head to hide his smile and Stiles feels a blush work its into his cheeks.
“What can we do for you today?” asks Danny. Stiles glares at him because that’s his job. Granted, he wasn’t doing it but…semantics.
Derek glances at Stiles again before murmuring, “Strawberry smoothie, please.”
“What?” Danny leans closer to Derek to hear him better but Stiles is already putting the order into his register.
“He said strawberry smoothie. You wanted that large, right big guy?” Derek nods minutely. “Did you want to add anything to that? Espresso shot? Any extra flavors? Bubbles? Fruit?”
Derek considers the list of syrup flavors on the board behind Stiles and Danny. Stiles takes the opportunity to take in his alpha. There are bruises under his eyes, but they seem lighter than the last time Stiles saw Derek. The last few weeks has had him more tired than usual. Though, Stiles supposes, having a coven of vampires trying to take over his territory probably isn’t the most relaxing environment.
“Um. Could I have bananas and lavender bubbles added to it?” At first he looks a bit sheepish when he asks, the tips of his ears turning slightly red. He quickly covers it up by sending a glare Stiles’ way, like he’s expecting to be laughed at. As much as Stiles loves to irritate Derek, it’s no fun if Derek can actually be hurt by it.
“Yeah buddy, of course.” Derek pays and Stiles gets started making the drink, glancing at Derek between each motion like he might disappear as soon as Stiles stops looking.
Hey this is a really good Undertale blog and your work is absolutely amazing! I just wanted to say that not everyone in the Undertale fandom is amazing and there is a few of them that are really bad and have done really mean things for stupid reasons. Thanks for being amazing and if you see this side of the fandom I hope it doesn't ruin it for you, but if you need to leave it like so many other content creators please do, don't worry about it we'll be fine, I just hope you'll be too. ❀
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Thank you so so much!! I’m happy that you like my silly Undertale garbage.
I haven’t personally experienced the nasty end of the fandom, but I have friends who have and have seen it happen. I’ve been so fortunate to have collected a base of positive, supportive people who give me ridiculous and funny requests and spread my work to all corners of this place. I absolutely love sharing my work with the lot of you, and hearing that I’m making a difference like this makes me happy. I hope I never get harassed by the unkind side of this fandom and can continue to appreciate this powerful game in peace. And…if they do come knocking, I’ll stand up to them and stand up for myself and everyone with all the determination I can muster. (cheesy reference, I know, but I thought it fit there.)
Thank you for your kind words, my mysterious anon friend. And to everyone who creates content for this game we all so love, keep doing what you’re doing, regardless of your ideas, and if anyone comes to harass and belittle you for making your unique mark in this beautiful fanbase, remember that they don’t matter. Someone out there loves your work, and as long as YOU love your work nothing else should matter.