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@pearlegade
my attention is focused somewhere else, to be quite honest, which is why i’m not really planning on coming back to this blog, but i wanted to take a moment to thank each and every one of you who still hangs around here and follows me, and to remind you all to stay safe. i hope you know you are loved and that people care about you 💙 mwah
okay i’m gonna let myself be cheesy for a moment here, because steven universe really means so much to me. even though i have been in and out of the fandom for various reasons during the last couple of years, it’s just always been the kind of thing that i could rely on. it’s always been there. when i started watching back then i could’ve never imagined it would reach me like it did, i would’ve never imagined that thanks to it i would meet so many wonderful people, make so many wonderful memories. i will forever be thankful for it, and it will always have a little place in my heart. and even if i’m sad to see it go, i can only hope it will reach people the way it did with me in the future. thank you all for everything 💙
oh my god i don’t know how many of you are still here but...........oh my god
* on the scarlet eyes, i s̲w̲e̲a̲r̲ this.
written by sabs.
you know i had to do it to them.
@diamonrose said : gives a quick zmooch, because nobodys valentine really matters unless they're a renegade pearl that can swing swords and run away with you in space and into another planet to live free and be gay together 💋💋💋
𝘰𝘩, 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 ! how selfish can it make them. but how kind, too, how soft : she bends under no pressure, be it a sword or an army of quartz soldiers, their demands capable of shattering her gem just like the breeze ruffles the leaves, but she’s never given under it the fight is long over, their time on earth now spent bubbling their old friends and learning new things about humans ( well, that’s reserved for rose, but whatever she does matters for all of them equally ). her poise, made of durable nacre and something akin steel, only becomes malleable when exposed to the right conditions; like the weapons that bismuth used to build, their only weakness the hot lava from the forgery, pearl’s only weakness comes in the form of pink hair and gentle hands. 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙠 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 ! ( how you don’t seem to mind ). “ huh? ” starry eyed, bright enough to make the stars on the sky seem dull and boring she doesn’t care about human festivities, nor about love by human standards. but it’s the taste of her mouth what makes her enthusiast; what makes her smile, her face much like a cloudless sky with how the color has spread from her cheeks to the tips of her ears, and down her neck.
“ valentine’s? oh rose, ” ( the way her name slips from between your teeth, like you cannot believe the universe has granted you the opportunity to say it over and over again: rose rose rose. like a broken communicator, or perhaps a cracked gem ). “ you always pick up the weirdest things from the humans. but... thank you? i’m not sure that’s a thing people say... mmm, perhaps i should do some research. humanity certainly has such a wide arrange of festivities, i’m impressed. ”
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reblog this if ur gay and u like pink. diamonds dont interact 😔😔😔
listen i’m sayin this now, but please don’t put nique @/softmortem on my dash. i remember that whole catfish episode and there was no apology from their end. you can read most of my problems here because my issue are very much similar as to why i don’t want to see nique. x
she’s @/regnoi too for the record
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bioshock infinite: burial at sea ep. 2 sentence starters.
“ it wasn’t my fault. “
“ i didn’t do anything! “
“ leave me alone! can’t you just leave me alone? “
“ i’m sorry… i never should have left. i never should have left you there. “
“ just having a bit of a laugh, ____. “
“ down here, we’ve got nothing but time. “
“ i do believe one can change things, but after all the bother, one wishes they had not. “
“ we all have our crosses to bear. “
“ there is a thin line between a martyr and a fool. “
“ you decided to come here. you know what that meant. “
“ just because your father / mother did something one way doesn’t mean you have to. “
“ from here on, it’s only going to get worse. “
“ knowing isn’t the same as being ready. “
“ it all made sense, but now it’s just a jumble. “
“ ____, you’re – you’re bleeding. “
“ once i could see everything. every possible moment, and now… “
“ think nothing of it. this is the last favor you’ll get. “
“ i’ve seen all this happen before. i’ve seen it, everything that will happen. and now… now… i only see darkness. “
“ i must confess, i’m becoming a little bit skeptical. “
“ ____, you there? i miss you. you were the only one who ever… you were my only friend. “
“ i think… ____ would miss you. “
“ for all the endless worlds, for all the infinite possibilities, did i ever have a choice? did you? “
“ i’m not going to break any cycle. if i’m lucky, maybe i can dent it… just a little. “
“ i don’t claim to understand what you are. but you are special. “
“ they’ll underestimate you, ____. they always do. “
“ i sent myself here for a reason. didn’t i? “
“ your misguided sense of altruism sends you to your doom. it’s like watching isaac newton die in a house fire in a vain attempt to save his cat.“
“ you’re a regular hero, aren’t you? “
“ you have to decide. “
“ we both know what happens next. let’s just get it over with. “
@pearlegade said: ‘ you don’t have to say you love me . ’ oh shoot 😳😳
from the meme: fine line lyric starters.
“ pearl… “ hesitation: there’s hesitation weighting onto the tone of her voice. it’s something that’s unprecedented of her, to sound like that. unprepared… defeated. she is the almighty rose quartz… traitor to her homeworld, and leader of the crystal gems ! she’s courageous, brave &. fierce. but most of all she’s secure. she’s ready, she’s prepared. they’re traits she carries with great pride. something that someone else… in a past, and distant life, had failed to do. the way she speaks now is unlike her… it is unfamiliar. she only says one word, and yet, it feels like the world had been dropped onto her shoulders … it’s heavy, and sudden, it weights onto her, and it devours her entirely. it’s, ( her name: pearl. pearl … pearl. a word that’s now ancient, stuck onto the tip of her tongue. it’s been there for centuries, as it will be for the centuries to come. a familiar name, the one she’d think of when seeking for comfort and care. but even for safety, for reassurance… for love. ) you don’t have to say you love me. her hesitation slowly morphs into some kind of disappointment… ( she’d know, she’s seen people carrying the same expression she was thousands upon thousands of times before. ) though, it must be noted, this isn’t some kind of… angered or, perhaps, annoyed disappointment that the diamonds… that anyone might have had for a pink that is now long gone. nor is it the kind of displeasure one would have at the sight of a friend betraying their trust, their friendship, or loyalty . no. this is the kind of disappointment that one would feel only for themselves. and themselves alone. for pearl to say something like that was… heartbreaking. it was overwhelming... it was saddening. had she really been blind, to the point of having pearl say for her to merely think of herself as unworthy to be loved ? who was she… who was rose to take, and leave nothing behind ?
her hand gets a hold of pearl’s chin, a pair of rosy - tender fingers cautiously lifting up the head of a so familiar face: the same one she had learned to love, and care for, in the centuries they had spent together the same one she had sought in case of aid, or help. it’s a feeling she was unable to share with anyone else she knew. a feeling she had been unable to describe… not until then. ( it was true no one had what they had. ) “ oh pearl, of course i love you. “ an abundance of messy pink curls fall onto the figure that stands before her figure, whilst she’d gently lean in, her face now inches away from pearl’s. her movements are slow… carefully slow… as if she were indirectly asking the other for permission to be as daring… to be as close as she was in that very, same moment. it’s there, it’s in the way that she’d move for thy sweet longing, and forbidden closure, alone, subtly asking for her to dive into the depths of her eyes, ( baby blue, now so close to hers, allowing rose to see how they both hosted the immense sea of stars she so wished to see. they were all there, and they always were. ) she allows herself to stay like that for some time for just a couple of seconds, being enough time for her to feel the infinity that was awaiting for them, when the war was finally over. the hand that’s hosted the finger that had lifted pearl’s face up to her own height is now slowly moving to her side, as for her palm to gently cup the other’s cheek into her own hand. oh, pearl, she’d think, i always thought i might be bad,
and i know that it’s true ... because i think you are so good , and i am nothing like you.
“ i love you, “ she’d whisper, quietly… three words she’d wish for pearl, and pearl alone to hear. “ and i love you, and i love you. “ it is only now that her lips meet with the other’s, seemingly diving… thundering into hers the feeling of the two finally meeting one another being so, so gentle… and still, so, so right. she carefully pushes herself into her figure, an arm now wrapped carefully around her hips, and around her back it is now that she could swear that for a moment and a moment alone, she could feel her gem shine, their figures light up, some hints of lilac tunes coloring their features. this is exactly how they’re supposed to be. together. “ never forget that. “
look at you go, i just adore you and i wish that i knew what makes you think i’m so special ...
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lost in an unfamiliar world. she hangs onto every word. though jasper lacks complete understanding of what pearl talks about. too ingrained in her ways / six thousand years of it / not easy to change. but give her time. there is more than the rough exterior that jasper shows the crystal gems. while it is not for show , she also does it to hide. afraid of change. afraid of this earth she is now stuck on. infected with corruption / while cured she still carries the scars. the only options left is to conform. and jasper is good at that. being a follower.
a gems purpose is all that is important at homeworld. how they all form into line , and it is all jasper knows. ❛ so you were doing what you were made for ? ❜ just fulfilling her purpose as a pearl. and unfortunately , what had made pink diamond happy was to start a rebellion. to fight against homeworld. and jasper’s purpose had been to fight for pink diamond / to fight the rebellion.
❛ loved ? ❜ like a whisper : that was not meant to slip out. the confusion heavy on her voice. something jasper lacks in. had not had a chance for such things , not something she had thought about. she was born into war. fighting since the moment she was born. there was very little time for love. and for a gem of another cut ? unfathomable. discouraged on homeworld.
her face screws up almost comically. ❛ why did you ––––––––––––––– how did you know ––––––––––––––– you gave up everything on homeworld for one gem ? ❜
she can’t help it, the way she huffs with thick annoyance, like one might say have you not heard a word of what i’ve just said? but without much force to it. she’s merciless, when she needs to be, but patient too, and she understands; how confusing everything on earth must be for jasper. how frustrating. corruption, too, must have her on edge pearl knows she’d be more than a little antsy if she were on the quartz’ position, though she thinks of herself, only a few years younger, and wonders if she would have made it through it at all ( she does not underestimate herself, that is for other, dumber, gems to do, see where that takes them, but the reality of it sticks to her skin: the younger version of pearl, heavy shouldered with grief, wouldn’t have survived such a sudden change the same way she accepted it now, not with open arms but not reluctant to it either ).
again, with no real force behind it, she says, “ you’re not very good at reading between the lines, are you? ” and does not wait for the cues to continue, for the curiosity or the anger or frustration to appear on the other’s eyes, she just continues, like this ( opening up, speaking about her ) happens often, “ following her... yes, it was obviously about her, but about more than that, too. i wanted to be happy and free. she gave me that. ” she feels almost pulled to push her fingers to the heavy muscle of jasper’s arm, the same sort of silent comfort she sometimes offers garnet, masked as comfort for herself a little bit too, but she keeps her hands to herself ( it’s not like that would help her understand, anyway: nothing speaks louder to soldiers than raw memories, plucked finally from her repressed memory ). “ me, a pearl, who had never dreamed of anything more than being a pretty thing to keep nearby. ”
though a laugh threatens to escape from her chest at her reaction, how unfiltered it is, she keeps it down: there is nothing funny about this lack of tenderness, about the lack of understanding ( the lack of love ). pearl stares at her face, hardened by more than just gem cut, and feels a wild type of sympathy, how lonely homeworld’s forming still feels, thousands of years later. “ well... yes. there was no point on staying there without her. it didn’t feel right. ” then, tentatively, “ you would’ve done the same. ”
something’s bothering her: and that’s quite easy to tell. of all gems, she’s probably the one that could easily let anyone know how she’s feeling: if she’s happy, she’d grab onto her pebbles, and twirl around herself , her laughter echoing from the end of hall, to the other if she’s sad, she’d burst into tears, most of the times in thy dear bitter-sweet solitude that she longs for at times like that. but now ? now it’s different her face sinks onto the palm of her hand, a pair of bored bubblegum eyes wandering from the ceiling to the window that’s set besides her white diamond’s figure eerily standing right across her room … sometimes, it almost feels as if it’s constantly watching over her… blue &. yellow. weird. nonetheless, pink sighs loudly - so, and taps a finger on her cheek. thankfully, she wasn’t unaccompanied at a time like that.
❝ you know, pearl ❞ she begins to say, ❝ sometimes… i wish we could just leave. you and i. you know, go somewhere… anywhere far from here. i bet that anywhere would be far better than this place. ❞
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how well does pearl know her, this unpredictable, merciful figure of authority? for others, if they where to guess, they’d probably think a lot ( she’s her personal pearl. no one knows more than them: sitting always behind, but with keen ears and a very particular habit of keeping quiet. no one listens more than those who are unheard ). the truth is, not much. not where it really matters. it’s only the obvious things that she can pinpoint with precision: she can tell by the pull of her eyebrows, the way her lips seem to almost pout, a reminder of the childish personality that hides behind, that she’s not happy sitting where she is. but why? why... that’s the important question she does not dare to ask.
ever so subtly, her eyes move up, up to where she is, as if she needed to be able to see her to know for sure she was speaking to her, and not any other gem, even as she regards her directly. even when there’s no one really around to listen but her. she inevitably perks up, a rather unplaced reaction when taking into consideration the words of her diamond, but... it’s a piece of her. pearl stores it, carefully, this interesting desire to leave with her pink diamond apparently has.
and see, pearl doesn’t blame her for thinking like that ( can she even do that? blame her, that is. what a question ! ), it’s very boring out here, even for a pearl. she laughs, not the practiced, fake sound she’s used to making, but a genuine one, more born out of curiosity than anything. “ where would you like to go? the galaxy is very vast. ” she says it matter - of - factly, but does not stop there ( push through this weird force that keeps you quiet let her hear you talk ). “ let’s find a planet for you... just just to see. ”
@diamonrose @pearlegade
“ eughh no no ! no way. you’re n͟͟͟o͟t getting that thing inside. ” she aims more for stern instead of outright disgusted, but it ends up sounding like she’s very close to losing it... whatever it is “ put it back. ”
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