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Rebecca Sugar, The Wrap  “ ‘Steven Universe’ Creator Rebecca Sugar Talks LGBT Themes and Season 3″. 

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And despite her acts of kindness, she knew deep inside they weren’t getting through to Jasper 100%. Her patience had limits– and reckless violence was the one surefire way to get her blood boiling; she could forgive the first or second time but–

After examining the state of the barn and looking back at her scraped knees, she now decided that she was fed up.

“Jasper– I– I’m sorry,” she said, eyes brimming with angry tears. “But if there’s going to be any chance of you staying here, you have to be good,” she demanded, her voice rising with her temper. “Which means no more breaking my meepmorps, no hurting me or my friends–” She took a deep breath, her voice finally lost its edge, and her once explosive anger, becoming as still as a slow-moving river. “Do you understand?”

She felt pathetic, having been reduced to tears from something as frustrating as this, and a mere flesh wound; blood trickling down her limbs– hah. A bitter smile resurfaced, as she fumbled for another sweet potato– as a peace offering.

GGRROOOAAAHHHH!!

Jasper roared into the air as she knocked Lapis away, standing firmly now on her perch, droll dripping between the savage-looking fangs that now made up her mouth. The sound was loud enough to cause some of the decorations Lapis and Peridot had put up on the walls to shake, and to make Peridot’s tape-recorder meepmorp - which had somehow survived Jasper’s initial entry -fall off of its stand.

It didn’t seem like she understood. Or maybe she didn’t want to understand. It was hard to know how the mind of a corrupted gem worked.

Spittle flew as the roar was directed right in Lapis’s face, a claw coming up to smack the sweet potato out of the other gem’s grasp - though surprisingly causing little to no damage to Lapis’s hand in the process. And, don’t the exact opposite of what she was asked, Jasper turned and smashed through the nearby wall, going directly through the baseball meepmorp in the process.

An art connoisseur, Jasper was not.

Lapis… was struck speechless. When Jasper came at her with those massive paws in order to trap her– her first instinct was to thrash like hell and and heave heavy breaths. But scream? She… was pretty bad at making herself heard, and before she could ultimately decide to, Jasper already had them rolled over, and her absurdly fluffy chest was making it really difficult for her to object to this arrangement now anyway.

An odd, comfortable weight settled over her body, and it seemed that the other had the decency to shift them to the side as well, so she wasn’t suffocating or entirely trapped underneath her. Jasper had a conscious, it appeared.

…it’s freaking her out. How considerate she’s proven to be in this state. And Lapis liked that a lot. It made her feel terrible.  Not terrible enough to stop from indulging herself, though. Burying her face in her chest, she ran her fingers through her mane, letting out a sigh of contentment. Jasper’s fur was soft to touch, and she loved the feeling dancing under her fingertips.

“Good… good girl. Who’s a good girl? Y–you are. You are!”

Eventually, she began to give some of the best chest-slash-belly rubs in the world (as seen on Dogcopter) and laughed. She could get into this– no, she was getting into this.

And the pets didn’t seem to hurt either, the large creature wiggling and sticking her tongue out and panting as she was scritched. The affection was very eagerly received, tail wagging before licking Lapis’s face with a broad pass of her tongue. She relaxed, slightly, as Lapis spoke her analysis, looking at her with her odd, eyeless face. She seemed rather tame!

At least, until Lapis mentioned bubbling her again. A low snarl began to build in the creatures throat, and she let Lapis go, shoving her away forcefully with her face and stomping backwards down the mountain of rubble, fur standing on end as she growled. Saliva dripped from her mouth, and she ducked down low as if she were preparing to pounce, to attack.

She clearly didn’t want to go back in.