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[mothergrief-blog]

❛ the   life   on   this   planet   is   so   . . .   strange   i   struggle   to   call   it   life   at   all.    &    yet ,    the   resources   remain   FERTILE.    do   you   .  .  .   like   it   here ? ❜     @fleshero

[wasdiamond-a]

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❛ Oh, but isn’t it simply divine? We’ve took very good care of this place, you know. It isn’t easy work to care for so much flora. ❜

[quartzlegacy-archive]

@fleshero

     brushing the back of his hand against his head to wipe a bead of sweat away, steven let out a soft sigh, before he smiled, taking a moment to admire how well things were coming along. it was a slow process, but --- they were getting there! the sight of a familiar face soon prompted an even broader smile to appear, and he let out a loud, cheery laugh, throwing up his arm in greeting. 

“  finn! over here!  ”

[eilghan-a]

@fleshero

“You look like you’ve been through a lot.” 

A simple statement, though Rose didn’t know what else to say. The other held it well, though even without the... glaring physical notes, it was just the weight to his eyes that gave it away. He’d been through so much for one that looked that young. It reminded her of things she’d rather not think of...

“Do you want to talk about it?”

[purplcvideosgame]

sc / @fleshero

❝ yknow, for a wimpy looking hero, you fight.. good. ❞

[rosetrusted]

@fleshero

     “   why would a human need a sword in this day and age?   ” 

   rosie had seen the evolution of mankind from thousands of years prior. she knew why humans carried swords in the olden times, to fight glorious battles, to defend their homes.. but as humans evolved, the need for blacksmith forged weaponry had dwindled. seeing one now, on a young human of all people --- was bemusing for the gem, and she bent down slightly, observing him curiously. 

     “   is it real steel?   ”

[mothergrief-blog]

  ❛ ohhh ,   how   cute. ❜         a   large   hand   descends   &   fingers   like   daunting   blue   columns   curl   into   her   palm.     all   except   one ,    which   ever   so   gently   taps   the   top   of   his   head.           ❛ what   a   STRANGE   little   bear   you   are. ❜                       @fleshero

[wasdiamond-a]

Dear past me,

why do you write like you’re running out of time? / ACCEPTING / @coccinellc

Dear Past Me,

         And here we are, you and me. For the longest time I tried to separate myself from you, from that old life I had. I tried to run from my past, but it just kept coming back. I suppose that, no matter how much you change, you cannot hide from who you were. In the end, your past will come back in one way or another. I must say, writing to myself was never something I thought of trying. I recorded my thoughts before, but never addressed the to anyone. There really is a first time for everything, huh? So, Pink, where to begin with this? First and foremost, everything turns out okay for us in the end. Though, we cannot reach this point without a lot of tragedy. You need to calm down, nothing on Homeworld is as big of a deal as it seems. None of it will matter soon anyways. You’re never going to get their approval, stop trying so hard. Yellow, Blue and White don’t care, and they never have. Nothing you do can make them look at you with adoration and pride. I know that you crave it, but it’ll never come. You’ll find your own maturity and validation within saving the planet. Earth will never be a colony, you will make sure of that. It’s very unprofessional of us, I know, but we will end up rebelling. You’re a traitor to Homeworld, wanted for treason across the entire galaxy. Not only that, but you’ve now told a pretty severe lie to a lot of your friends. To everyone you met across all of human history, even. 

Remember how I said I tried to separate myself from you? That was took to a new extreme with the rebellion. We aren’t a diamond anymore, at least not appearance wise. Garnet and Amethyst know us as a Rose Quartz. A lot of humans across time do as well, writing that name down within history. Our fallen soldiers, fellow Crystal Gems who are now corrupted, they all know us this way too. The only one who is aware of our true self is Pearl, but she cannot speak about it. You’re going to swear her to secrecy, putting some obedient hold over her. It seems like a good idea at the time, but that guilt will stick with you for quite a while. The war was devastating, and you lost so many friends you haven’t even met yet. Please, cherish them while you can for you may never see them again. Their minds have been broken, their forms completely changed. That’s something else that will stick with you, I’m afraid. But, I did say that everything turns out okay in the end. And, it has actually! You’re going to live on Earth and see the planet change and evolve. You’ll fuse with Pearl time and time again, have a romance that lasts for some time too. Then, you’ll end up meeting the love of your life. Someone who will change the way you think and view everything around you.

He’s organic, a human being named Greg. What would our fellow diamonds say? I know, his life is short and fleeting. The time with him is limited, but it has been the best time of our life. You’re going to create a child with him, a little baby that you will carry around in your form. Steven or Nora, that will be their name when they are finally born. No one really knows what the baby will be yet. Humans have this primitive concept of gender based entirely on genitalia. It’s how they determine what toys and clothes to buy their children. Same applies for naming the children and what hobbies they do. It’s nothing like the concept of gender that exists across all the species within the galaxy. There is this whole other psychological layer to it but, such does not apply to their young. It will be confusing at first for you but, you will catch on soon enough. Regardless of who or what this child is, you will love them all the same. I regret to inform you that you will not be able to stick around though. We won’t be able to live alongside him or watch as Greg reaches his final days. As our child grows, you and I will not be in attendance. But, that’s alright, it’s a sacrifice you are more than willing to make to bring this life into the world. 

You’re going to be okay, no matter how bad it seems right now. I promise.

                                                                                          Regards, Your Current Self.