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indie selective Jasper from Steven Universe. Read Rules.

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saltiestmom:

Her pale hands clenched together, nervously. Jasper wanting to make sure they were alone still didn’t sit easy with her. But then she heard what she said, and if Pearl had had any ears she would’ve wondered if she had a hearing defect. 

“I-I, uh, I suppose t-that a thank you is in order..?” she stammered, bewildered by the surprising kind words from the Quartz. She wrung her hands together still. She supposed she’d say something else. 

“How… Nice of you to say so, Jasper. I-I appreciate you saying so.”

    It’s not enough.  It’s not enough.  Jasper can feel it,   in the way her chest clenches,  & the very core of her being,  everything that she was,   weighed down by GUILT  & REGRET & ... p a i n ---  ( Look what she’s become. A shell of her former self )  A fighter, beaten in the corner,  with a bloodied lip & shaking knees.   Her emptiness if a coat  that she wears around her,  hugging it tight.    “ You don’t   G E T  I T. “  Her voice is rough,  & strained,  pulling at emotion, allowing her eyes to fill with tears,  which she wipes away with a rough knuckle,  & slouched shoulders.    “  I’m... sorry-- For everything I did--  I didn’t know that--    ....    I know how it is to... lose someone you... care for.    & I’m sorry for not seeing it... sooner.  I should’ve known....”

[birbyarts]

quick thing to remind everyone that i’m not dead (Yet)

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Oh goodness!! I’m so sorry for not being on!! This weekend has been nutso; The Horse Show happened & ended up not being as great as I had hoped– { it’s a long story } & then yesterday I spent all day at Elitches with my friends, & now today I have guitar, I’m watching my niece, & also I’m trying to go to a baseball game for one of the kids at work. I should be on later tonight, though!!

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@intothewildsea starter call-

   “ M a r i g o l d--  I need to... ask something.  “  Her voice is steady,    & slow,  & after all this bravado of strength,  Jasper seems to finally wear a cloak of SORROW,  & HEAVINESS & WEAKNESS,  & ... defeat.   [ For all this time with the Selkie, ]  Jasper has learned to care,   & love & protect.   & now, now she was learning to regret. [ On the chair she squats,  sits with her back leaning against their -- Marigold’s--  small house. ]  & Her eyes are heavy & tired, & stormy.   Like all the fire is gone from them  & all that’s left if burnt out smoke.    “ Do you think forgiveness is... e a s y..  for someone who has done many things  WRONG.. ?     For a.... m o n s t e r ... ? “ 

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@variantia starter call-

   She is SHAKING--  ( the once mighty Jasper )  Is trembling,  on hands & knees before her opposite,  & never before has she seemed so weak,  wearing a blanket of defeat.   [ Her muscles temble ]  & everything ACHES,   & with a fluid motion,  her hand raises,  & cups her face in her palm,  hiding her eyes,  hiding her gem,  hiding the way her lips curve down into a trembling,  teeth-grit scowl.     “ You don’t understand--  You don’t KNOW--  If I don’t fight--               then.... what good am I..... ? “ 

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@saltiestmom starter call-

    “  Def---- “  [ She’s about to say Defect. ]  About to insult the gem ( her ally )  & it’s only a moment’s realization that stops her,  checks her tongue.  [ Jasper isn’t used to it, yet. ]  Isn’t used to the friendliness   & the kindness that Rose’s child insists she should wear.      ( She isn’t used to the way the others treat her )    & part of her knows that maybe     [ she’ll never be forgiven for what she’s done. ]  “   --- Pearl.        There isn’t anyone ... around... is there?  I, uh..   Look, I wanted to APOLOGIZE.  For what I’ve said.  & what I’ve... done.                    You’re an impressive fighter;   any quartz should be proud to call you an ally. “ 

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@pastryism starter call-

  Jasper doesn’t know what a doughnut is.  ( Such confectioneries never existed upon HOMEWORLD )   & having no desire, no need, to eat,  didn’t help the problem.  [ She wasn’t on Homeworld any more. ]   Regardless, here she was,  Hunched inside the shop,   creme hair falling over her muscular shoulders,  falling before her burning eyes.  ( A large hand grips to the counter, )   as large teeth grit,  Into a twisted SNEER  or confusion & disgust &--       “  Rose----     STEVEN sent me. “  She finds her voice as soon as the human rounds the corner,  disregarding her reaction,  pointing a meaty finger to the sign.   “ I want what he eats. & I want....   s e v e n  of them. “

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@baddeleyite starter call-

  [ She was built to fight ]  That was all she’d known,   That was all she cared to know--  ( after all... who was she without that knowing ? Without that action of VIOLENCE? )   Even now, in the presence of a gem she has never met,  ( she FIGHTS )  for her hands clasp,  & her racing mind,    [ her broken, battered consciousness, teetering on the edge of INSANITY   thanks to this damned planet ]  is filled with only the thoughts    of tearing her gem from her being,  ( crushing her right there. )     “  Where are they? “  Her voice is a growl,  a snarl settling against her teeth.    “ The Crystal Gems... ?   The Fusion, the Decoration, the Runt--  &  ROSE.        Where is    R O S E ? “

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 I gotta get to work,  So like for a starter when I’m back~ <3

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 I gotta get to work,  So like for a starter when I’m back~ <3

[intothewildsea]

Memories of you will never fade // I’ll find a way to you someday.

for @prxelixtor as part of our writing/art trade thing.  I’m still working on the writing part.  Bonus Sans bc why not.

(( art creds;; 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 ))

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 Okay but like  what if those new episodes  brought me back to life

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[thegraylotus]

OK BUT “JASPER’S DEAD” MEMES ARE MY NEW FAVORITE OK

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       “ Peh--- I should’ve KNOWN..    Of course someone like you wouldn’t know where they are--    YOU’RE AS PATHETIC AND USELESS AS YOU LOOK.” 

+ && @callousisms

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 It’s nearly 1:00 and I’ve never been known for my GOOD choices so like for a short starter before I crash

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intothewildsea:

Marigold doesn’t mind helping this stranger, if only because she is sympathetic to being lost and hurt in the Underground.

She isn’t sure if she can support the other’s weight– they are gigantic compared to her petite height. But she grits her teeth and does her best to steady the other woman (at least, she thought they were a woman–she wasn’t sure).

They turn to her, finally, and speak. Mari frowns, nose scrunching in distaste at her comment.

“Oh, stuff it. You couldn’t make it three more feet by yourself in the condition you’re in.”  Mari is in no mood for sass, especially not from a monster who wants to talk about how humans are puny.

The blonde manages to help the woman to her front door, and is grateful that it was built bigger than normal (to make allowances for Papyrus and Undyne’s taller heights).

Mari gets her inside and settles her on the floor to lean against the wall.

“Where are you hurt?”

   She doesn’t know what to say--  She’s taken utterly aghast by the quick, sudden remark from her opposite,  by the snap of TRUTH that slaps the gem across her cheek,  stains her countenance with ( offense ) and  e m b a r r a s s m e n t.  [ She’s quiet, then. ]  Quiet until she’s helped into the house,  her body shuddering  and jolting  ( and experiencing that odd, throbbing jitter over and over-- )  Like something wasn’t right.  Like she was   f a l l i n g  a p a r t.   Grateful for the ground’s support,  She slumps, slouches,  presses her weight upon the wall, and the ground, and her knees--

  The questions stings, a fresh feeling of ANNOYANCE fluttering within the Gem,  pulling her gaze to stare at this ORGANIC with a new, burning ferocity,  her lips curling to a snarl, twitching once before holding their position,  a thick hand thrown out, a wide gesture of FRUSTRATION.      “Nowhere--- EVERYWHERE--?               I’ve never--- never   f e l t    this before--    Not even during the WAR have I felt this damaged--!       And unless something was wrong with my gem--”  She hesitates, breaks off her words,  her brows knitting.  [ Suddenly, she feels terribly sick. ]    “--- unless something is wrong with my gem, then it’s   n o t h i n g.     I’m not WEAK. I’m..... not     w e a k.”