Corrupted Obsidian - Aichmophobia

Hey there fellow humans!

I decided to take part in #PhobiaToGemChallenge, a contest where you are assigned a phobia and must turn it into a corrupted gem, and got Aichmophobia, the fear of sharp objects!

Since obsidian is one of the sharpest materials in the world when in blade-form, I decided to use the corrupted form of my OC, an uncorrupted Obsidian, complete with scissor-hands and spikes.

I really enjoyed this challenge and had a lot of fun deg Obsidian’s corrupted form, and I hope you all like how she turned out!

~ * Le Story * ~

Obsidian was a proud member of the Crystal Gems who put her magma-terraforming abilities to use in the battlefield. She fought hard and strong against the oppressive forces of the Gem Homeworld and never gave up on her fellow Crystal Gems.

That is, however, until she was poofed by the blade of her own teammate...

Obsidian froze, her flowing lava-hair turning cold. She slowly tilted her head downwards to see the sharp sword of her former friend poking through the center of her body. Her eyes were wide at the sight of betrayal. “Crystal...” she choked. She looked behind her to see Crystal Quartz, one of the greatest swordsmen she had ever seen, dripping with streams of tears running down the sides of her face. “I’m sorry... I had to. I was... I was always on Homeworld’s side, a-and I couldn’t let them down...” Crystal rambled on, clenching her fists in an attempt to calm her crying. “I’m sorry.... You truly were my friend, even if I was lying about my side all along. We’ll meet again someday... I promise.....”

And just like that, Obsidian poofed into a fiery cloud of shattered light. Her gem lied untouched on the ground, ready to reform at any moment, but the Diamonds made sure that would never happen as they cast down an entrancing, corruptive spell. A song.

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When Obsidian finally reformed, her mind was still trapped inside her gemstone, begging to come out. Her physical form twisted and turned into a horrifying, molten beast, covered in spikes and blades that could slice an organic with a mere touch. Now, she could never be betrayed again. In fact, she could never be touched again. Not without betraying someone else in the process...

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