#||ask meme

[Ahhh that sucks; Is your character pre-established somewhere or is it an OC? Because I could always make up a fusion for a character I have reference for in some way!

(Also I wanted to just get it out there that even if ur character isnt a Gem, I will draw fusion for them. I love fusions so much)

                                           –⌘  [Meme | Accepting]  ⌘–

1.] Why did you choose this muse to rp as?

Honestly? I picked Garnet because I’d seen a lot of Pearl (who is my favorite Gem, dont judge me) and I felt like I’d be intimidated taking on a muse that had so many more skilled writers and established blogs. 

Even still with Garnet I see all of these other wonderful Garnets on my dash and I feel like running and hiding forever lmao

10.] If you could would you switch bodies with your muse?

                                    –⌘  [Meme | Accepting]  ⌘–

scαяғρεαяℓ

             ❝We're... okay...❞

{Garnet repeated distantly and dissociatively like a hollow recording. The thick fingers of her gauntlets dug into the ground, holding her up along with her knees. Everything inside her head was vibrating in abnormal patterns that made vision nearly impossible. 

What was that thing? This alternate world, these alternate Gems were just as dangerous as they were confusing. The ambush of this eldritch, corrupted Gem had caught the Fusion off-guard as she was getting her bearings. She could barely recall what happened after Pearl showed up. Now, as she gasped in heavy, ragged breaths, she couldn't even think.

Her gauntlets dissipated due to an interruption in her focus, leaving her hands to curl into the semi-damp grass of this strange 'Beach City'.}

            ❝What... was that?❞

                       -- “ Send me a "◄" for a drunk kiss from my muse. “

[brumousgem]

                                    {Garnet had never been drunk before.

It was some sort of special occasion, which one she could no longer remember. Gem bodies were nearly indestructible, capable of handling intense pressure, temperature, and mass amounts of stress-- but alcohol was in a category all to itself.

       There was nothing quite like it back on the Homeworld and Garnet had been unprepared.

Even now, as she unsteadily braced herself against Howlite, she could feel the euphoric waves the human substance was washing over her. A     wide,    crooked    grin  pulled at the sides of her lips, stretching the dark-purple flush of her cheeks. Powerful, drunken hands grabbed the sides of Howl’s face, locking it there as the fusion closed the spaces between their lips in a slightly too-overzealous kiss.