Pencil, Paper, Gay Rocks, and Way Too Many Ideas

"I also realized that I'm pretty much a deity because I create and destroy worlds and characters on a whim" - me; writer~15~she/her

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Hi again! Hoo, boy, I haven’t posted anything here in a while huh. Sorry about that! I’ve been really busy with school and I haven’t really had the muse to work on Homeworld and it’s Pink for a while. I do have a few things I’ll be posting soon (mostly Whellow), and I should hopefully make some progress on Chapter 2 at some point. Sorry for disappearing like that! 

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Yeah definitely- well I look forward to see where else you take the idea and seeing how they both recover from all that Heckening. Good luck writing!!

Thank you! The next chapter's all planned out, so hopefully writing it out doesn't take too long. 

And thank you for taking the time to talk to me about this! It really makes me happy to see that people like my work <3

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I really like how you wrote Pink in that fic, it's interesting too see that she's still shaken because well, why wouldn't she be? It's really good and I hope that she and Blue will be alright, I can't imagine 5000 years of fractured consciousness on Pink's part and 5000 years of heavy grieving on Blue's part being very good ways to pass the time haha

Aw, thank you! I’m really glad you liked my characterization of Pink <3 I wanted to come up with something that felt more real, you know?

Honestly, she died during a war and the first thing she saw when she came was her sworn enemies who had killed her, who wouldn’t be shaken? Especially since being shattered is, as you said, a fractured consciousness rather than an absence of one.

And Blue? Well, just because Pink’s back doesn’t mean she’s going to be fixed immediately.

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

I may or may not have run with it and decided to make this prompt into a multi-chaptered fic! And put it on Ao3!

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for the prompts; pink is healed and meets blue again?

Huzzah! Thank you, Anon, for the prompt! I had a lot of fun with this and I hope you all enjoy it <3 I think I might make a continuation too!

Pink Diamond stood near the ruins of her old palanquin, fidgeting with her new cape. An entourage of Crystal Gems stood near her, eyeing her like she was going to run away or attack. That was stupid - Pink had no desire to fight or attack. It was hard for her - it still felt like the war, like there was an attack on the horizon. Heck, she’d basically just been a prisoner of war and a casualty.

Blue was coming to get her. Pink knew that, the pesky rebels Crystal Gems had told her many times that the negotiations were over, and Blue was coming to get her. Was this supposed to make her feel better? She kept wondering what her beautiful Blue would think of her now. What would she say about the scars? Would she hate what Pink had chosen to reform into?

After all, being shattered and coming back left its marks, both physical and mental. Her gem, though whole and not cracked, showed deep pink scars where she had been split apart by that damned sword. The scars echoed onto what little bit of skin she left uncovered now, tracing the exact lines where she had broken.

Of course, the only skin she left uncovered was her face - anything else felt too exposed, too vulnerable. The rest was covered in a thick jacket, thick pants, huge boots, even a high collar that left none of her neck exposed. She even wore gloves and a long cape, something that her young self never would have considered. Everything was a deep, almost purplish pink, a far contrast from the lighter colors she had worn before. And her hair was short now too, more military than the wild and fun she had once been.

A sudden whoosh startled Pink out of her reverie, and she looked up to see Blue’s ship warping in. Wait, how had it done that? That was weird. Clearly, there was a lot she had missed. She kept her eyes on the ship, waiting for her Blue to show up. And there it was - the blue palanquin floating down and landing a few feet in front of her.

And Blue stepped out, cloaked like she always was for official things. Pink stiffened - what was she supposed to do? She knew in the past she would have pulled Blue into a hug almost immediately, but she knew she didn’t have the energy to do that now. Did she just call out a greeting to her beloved? Should she just walk over there?

Thankfully, Blue acted first, pulling off her cloak and embracing Pink in one of the tightest hugs Blue had ever given her. “My Pink,” Blue whispered, tears already dripping onto Pink’s collar. “You’ve finally come back.”

Pink tried to relax into the hug, she really did. But she was still wary and cautious, and the hug restricted her. Her voice tight and nervous, she said “I missed you.” What else was there to say?

No more words were exchanged for a time, no words needed to be said. Blue gently rocked Pink as she cried into Pink’s new cape, millenia’s worth of tears no doubt. Pink found herself tucked beneath Blue’s chin, and she had to say, even with her fears it was nice to be held once more by her lover. But enough was enough, and she gently tapped Blue’s gem.

“Blue, please let me go now,” Pink said, trying to hide the slight desperation in her voice.

Thankfully, Blue obliged. Perhaps she understood that Pink needed a bit of space to recover, but even so she held out Pink at arm’s length to get a good look at her new form.

Blue’s eyes raked up and down Pink’s new form like someone examining a painting for sale. In turn, Pink looked over Blue as well. The other diamond had changed as well - once long navy hair now shorter and white.

“You’ve changed,” Pink said, breaking the silence.

“As have you,” Blue said oddly. Her eyebrows contracted as she picked up the folds of Pink’s new cape in her hand. “You look like Yellow and White now.”

Oh. Oh dear. Did she? “That was unintentional,” Pink admitted, one hand unconsciously covering her gem. “It feels safer. Um, do you like it?”

Blue chose her words carefully. “It’s certainly a … different look. But if you feel safer, then keep it. My opinions don’t matter. Besides, I think it suits you.”

“What about my scars?” Pink asked, unsure why she was so worried about what Blue thought.

There was uncertainty in Blue’s voice as she took in the crack lines on Pink’s face. “They make you look… tough,” she said finally.

Pink didn’t feel tough, but then again she was the military diamond and she had fought in a thousand year long war. “Thanks,” she said quietly, grasping Blue’s hand for comfort. “Can we go now? I don’t want to stay another moment on this damned planet.”

“Of course,” Blue said, leading her into the palanquin. Before they left, though, Blue turned to look at the Crystal Gems. “Thank you. Thank you for giving back my Pink. Everything we paid is worth it.”

“You’re welcome!” The Steven called back. “And thank you for Earth and giving gems more freedom!”

“Er, you’re welcome?” Blue seemed a bit confused, and Pink didn’t blame her. She curled against Blue as the palanquin rose through the air and into the ship, giving Pink something new to wonder about.

It was so different in this ship! Technology had changed, and she stared at all the new differences and the lights and the strange control panel.

Pink didn’t climb off of Blue’s lap, too overwhelmed to want to let go. “Are we going to Homeworld first?” she asked in a small voice.

“Not yet. I think there’s some quartzes who’d like to see you. Pearl, set a course for Pink’s Zoo, if you please.”

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Hey there! I'm really sorry for the inactivity - I write a lot but never finish anything? And I'm kinda nervous about posting it whoops. I've also been focusing on gemsona stuff as well.

But, I do have stuff I've kinda been working on! A fic about the beginnings of modern gems, a whellow diamond gem egg hell, and a bunch of AUs just kinda... sitting around. I'll be posting the start of the first two soon, I hope, since I really like these stories.

Also, I'm totally open for prompts! I'd prefer stuff focusing on the diamonds, since I feel the most comfortable writing about them, but I'm more than willing to try other home world gems too!

If anyone's curious, my main diamond ships are polydiamonds, whellow, bellow, and blink. 

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Bellow Diamond Week Day 6 - Tired/Era

I couldn’t really find the muse to write a fic today, so here, have this little  doodle I did!

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Bellow Diamond Week Day 5 - Veil/Peace

They had stolen a moment after the meeting. It wasn’t like White would care - she was too enamored with Pink to notice if Blue and Yellow snuck off somewhere. Hidden now in a secret alcove behind one of White’s massive tapestries, Yellow lay in Blue’s lap, Blue’s massive cloak draping over the two of them.

A soft hand traced Yellow’s cheek, and she instinctively grasped it. Her hand engulfed Blue’s small one and she smiled softly, relishing in the moment. It was lovely to spend a little time together, away from White’s curious gaze or the public’s prying eyes.

“Love,” Blue murmured, “We should really do this more often.”

“If only we had the time,” Yellow responded, clutching Blue’s hand like a lifeline.

“Or if you weren’t so absorbed in your work,” Blue admonished gently. It was true, Yellow often buried herself in work. It was an unfortunate tendency of hers that she claimed was best for the empire. And it was - she had been making leaps and bounds in the technology field of homeworld.

“Blue, you know the empire has to come first.”

“Does it?” What a strange question, of course it does! Right? “What about me?”

“Well, then I suppose you’re next then,” Yellow responded. “You, and White and Pink as well I suppose.”

Blue let out a quiet laugh and ran her fingers through Yellow’s hair. “I love you, Yellow. You know that, right?”

“Of course I do. I love you too, Blue.”

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Bellow Diamond Week Day 3 - Song/Language

It had been a long time since Blue had heard Yellow sing. She remembered how when she was young, Yellow would sing her the songs of days gone by, would teach her the music of of the universe. Even now, Blue would sometimes close her eyes and listen to the song of the stars like they once had together.

Now though, Yellow was so busy that she didn’t have time to waste on “trivial pursuits”, such as song. Blue knew she was a part of the problem, as she wasn’t really doing her job and Yellow was trying to do it all, but still! Calling music, something that had been so important once a long time ago, a trivial pursuit? That just felt wrong.

So when Yellow sang for her in Pink’s zoo, Blue couldn’t help but feel a little hurt. Music was about feeling after all, and it seemed a mockery of the time they had spent together singing with the universe. Even if Yellow had almost broken down at the end. Even if.

Gathering her resolve, Blue traversed the seemingly infinite hallways and staircases to Yellow’s Homeworld office. She had to confront Yellow about this, this mockery of their song. While she tried to keep a calm demeanor, it was evident that some of her displeasure spilled over since the gems she passed seemed a little terrified when they saluted. Blue chose to ignore them.

Upon reaching Yellow’s office at the very tip-top of the spire, Blue took a deep, reassuring breath and entered. She didn’t bother to knock - after all Yellow hadn’t extended her the same courtesy, why should she?

The office was, quite simply, a mess, quite contrary to the mental image Blue had always had. Pearls of various colors (where had Yellow gotten so many pearls?) raced around, filing old reports and retrieving data from old archives. Slightly tattered holo-screens littered the floor, along with what appeared to be gem shards and pieces of broken technology. In the center of all this activity was Yellow Diamond herself, intensely focused on what seemed to be somewhere between ten and thirty screens. How she could concentrate with all this mess, Blue hadn’t the faintest idea.

All activity ceased when Blue stepped in, all eyes on her. Carefully, she picked her way through the room to Yellow, who even now kept working.

“Blue,” Yellow said grumpily, turning back to her screens. “Whatever you’re here for, make it quick. I’m rather preoccupied right now.”

“We need to talk.” The weight of those words didn’t seem to bother Yellow in the slightest, which irritated Blue.

“So talk, I’m listening.”

Blue took a moment to search for the right words to say. “Yellow, I don’t appreciate how you throw what we had aside. I know you’re busy, but lately it seems that you don’t have any respect for what we used to do.”

Yellow raised an eyebrow at Blue, her sharp tongue spouting a scathing response almost instantly. “I’m sorry. Would you like me to just drop everything at a moment’s notice just because you can’t handle it anymore? Oh, wait, that’s all the time.”

“It would be nice if you could come visit me every once in a while!” Blue snapped back frustratedly.

“Maybe if you actually did your job I’d have a little more time to spare. Now if you’re done, I have work I need to do. This planet isn’t going to colonize itself and I’m still in the planning stages.”  It was plainly obvious that Yellow didn’t care at this point, and so Blue made it her mission to make her care if she had to.

“I’m not ready!” Blue stressed, feeling the pinpricks of tears coming to her eyes. “I can’t go back to work without thinking of her, and it hurts, and I can’t do anything anymore. I don’t have the motivation.”

“Blue, if you’re going to start crying again, please do it somewhere else. The technology here isn’t built to withstand diamond tears.”

“Fine!” A wave of blue light flowed throughout the office, causing every gem there to tear up - yes, even Yellow though she tried to stop it. Blue stormed out, trampling fallen screens as she went. She couldn’t stop the tears from flowing; they weren’t for Pink this time, but for what had broken between her and Yellow.

She didn’t go far, just down the hall a bit where no gem ever went. And she cried.

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Bellow Diamond Week Day 2 - Moon/Colony

If in Homeworld’s darkest era, Yellow was the ever present sun to guide them, then Blue was the moon, fickle and unpredictable. Always changing, yet constant in her grief. And yet, the sun cannot help but love the moon and make her shine.

While Yellow didn’t care for myths or symbolism, she had heard the comparison more than once. In free moments, which were rare, she would turn the concept over and over in her mind. She rather liked being compared to the sun, it felt right somehow. But Blue being the moon? Something White had told her long ago, a superstition of the ancient race of gems, pressed hard against her mind.

Never trust the moon, for she’s always changing. That was silly, of course. Moons never really changed except in their orbit around a planet, and the amount of light it reflected onto its planet. And yet, that bothered Yellow even though she knew it was nothing but superstition.

Because, if she compared Blue to the moon, then who or what was her planet? It wasn’t Yellow, was it? The moon reflects the sun, yes, but it follows its planet around everywhere. Homeworld wasn’t Blue’s planet. No, Blue cared little for Homeworld and her gems, preferring to spend her days in grief and doing literally nothing. Yellow missed the days when Blue was active and they could spend time together, stealing a precious moment in the midst of the convoluted mess that was their job. But now, Blue spent all her time grieving for Pink.

Oh. Blue’s planet was Pink. That was, oddly fitting actually, considering most planets the empire touched ended up dying, just like Pink did. Yellow mentally berated herself - it wouldn’t do to disrespect Pink. But it was the truth, wasn’t it? Pink was a broken planet, and Blue was the planet’s moon that still orbited the crumbling remains. And Yellow was the sun, burning afar off and trying to get the moon’s attention.

“Screw symbolism,” Yellow muttered to herself,  returning to her console once more. Symbolism and superstition were worthless in this time anyways, so she may as well keep loving Blue and hope that Blue would return her love in full one day. In fact, why not give Blue a call right now and tell her she loved her? Yes, that would do nicely.

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Bellow Diamond Week Day 1 - Ships/Window

It was storming on Homeworld again. Yellow had never seen it storm, since the planet had already lost its ecosystems and water cycle long before she had ever emerged. Oh, certainly there were storms on other planets, but never on Homeworld. At least, not until Blue.

Weather control had been one of the powers White had coded the youngest diamond with. Whether it was some sort of nostalgia or intimidation, Yellow hadn’t the faintest idea. Of course, while this all sounded nice in theory, they hadn’t counted on Blue’s storms being so tied into her emotions. And Yellow hadn’t counted on falling in love with Blue.

She stood in front of an open window now, hand out to feel the rain. How strange, to have water fall from the sky. What other miracles might the young Blue bring?

Below, Homeworld was in chaos, unsure of what to do in this strange situation where things were blown about with the wind or water ruining something else. Yellow figured she should do something about it, perhaps find Blue and help her turn the storm off.

Deep in contemplation, she barely noticed the approaching footsteps behind her until a wave of blue light hit her full force and she felt tears come to her eyes. Oh, dear, Blue was upset again. Yellow turned to face the younger diamond, a concerned expression on her face.

She opened her mouth to speak, but Blue beat her to the punch. “How? How do you do it?”

Yellow blinked in confusion, unsure just what Blue was asking. “I’m sorry?”

“How do you handle it all, when gems ask you questions and expect you to know the answer?” Blue asked despairingly, her dark navy hair rippling in the wind.

It took a moment for Yellow to respond, collecting her thoughts into something coherent that she hoped Blue could understand. “Well,” she began. “Sometimes you can stall for time while you try and figure it out. Other times, you can refer them to another gem, though that doesn’t always work out. And sometimes? You end up having to wing it.”

“But what if I’m wrong?” Blue wondered, eyebrows contracted as she puzzled through the mystery.

“Our gems don’t really seem to care about that,” Yellow responded. She spoke from experience unfortunately, in her youth she had made her fair share of mistakes.

“I’ll care.” The younger diamond looked absolutely distraught. “I don’t like knowing that I told falsehoods to my gems, even accidentally.”

Yellow couldn’t think up a good response to that. After all, she herself still struggled with that sort of thing every once in a while, though she hated to admit it. Instead, she turned back to the window and beckoned Blue to come join her.

Understandably, Blue seemed to be a bit confused by this strange turn of events, but she joined Yellow by the window. Winds swirled around the two of them, threatening to knock them over (how moving air could knock over something as powerful as a diamond, Yellow had no clue). Instinctively, Yellow reached an arm around the shaking Blue and pulled her close as they watched the rain.

After a moment, Blue seemed to understand. “Oh. I did that, didn’t I? I should probably fix that.” She closed her eyes in concentration and reached out a hand to the storm. Instantly, the winds died down, the rain stopped falling, and the clouds went away, leaving only confused and terrified gems.

Yellow knew she should probably let go of Blue, but she held on anyways. Blue didn’t seemed to mind; she rested her head on Yellow’s shoulder even as they kept watching the world below.

“I love you, Blue,” Yellow murmured after what seemed to be an eternity of silence.

Blue looked at Yellow with a contented smile. “Is that so? Well, I love you too.”

And thus, the two queens, one old and one young, affirmed their mutual love for each other for the very first time.

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Pink Shards

In loving memory of Pink Diamond A queen, a lover, a fighter, a survivor In fearful memory of Pink Diamond The reaper, a true warrior, a powerful queen In fond memory of Pink Diamond A mother, gentle and sweet May we ever remember her And may we never forget her Broken by the rose’s thorn was The one who deserved to live