I Was Going To Do Something Like One-week Event Before 1st Anniversary Of My Simblr But I’ve Just Realised

pink diamond turned out being a lot more screamy and angry which was the complete opposite of our headcanons but I enjoy it

3 eyebrow sets in Remi’s V3 colours (V2 black)

binned, all colours in one .package file

I used Poppet’s textures as a base

I tried to recreate colour of the roots so they are a little bit darker than hair (pictured in brown)

I also made a default replacement using Zoej’s 2, 3 and 4

Download Zoej’s Brows

Download Trapping’s Syrendoft

Download Mouseyblue’s Pow Brows

Download Zoej’s default replacement

Credits: Remi, Zoej, Trapping, Mouseyblue, Poppet

The way in the last half a second it starts walking and you can hear his scream really ties this video together

Time is just too much for the straight ppl to handle…

inspired by this post

They keep talkin, I keep walkin ❄️

IT’S HERE!!!! Steven Universe Art Challenge!

💎✨How it works ✨💎

•Anyone can join!

•post your art with the hashtag #30daysofsteven and tag me in it! (here or on instagram- or both!)

•post this graphic with your art too! lets get tons of artists in on this!

•follow me if you want!

•participate as little or as much as you’d like! don’t burn yourself out on too much art commitment.

I’m so excited to see all your art! I’m tagging a bunch of artists that I’d love to see participate! Give them a follow~

@myricethighs @hjoe8 @artxttea @gemfiles @slimgems @passionpeachy @l-a-l-o-u @gracekraft @awyadraws @wolfieandpizza @kitsunezakuro @24cr @dokirosi @anushbanush @dragonslayer1088 @artifiziell

Happy arting!

They finally meet

“I want to speak to a manager,” the middle-aged woman said in her stern I-used-to-be-a-soccer-mom-ten-years-ago voice, looking down at me over the top of her Gucci reading glasses.

A wicked grin split across my face and the gates of Hell opened up behind me, releasing a gust of hot wind that whipped my apron around my body and forced the woman to shield her face. Demons came forth, dancing around in flames with songs of, “She wants to speak to a manager. Did you hear that? She wants to speak to a manager!” before erupting into earsplitting shrieks of laughter, none louder than my own cackling.

I took in the woman’s look of utter horror before my eyes rolled back into my head and I growled,

“I am the manager.”