#I mean truly madly deeply the last time was 3 to 4 years ago

[diari0deglierrori]

My sister joking about setting me up with her boyfriend’s best friend and internally I’m like my sister in Christ I haven’t really been that much into a man in ages

[written-rebellion]

Perfect Distractions

A/N: Weelcommee back to your 2 post a week schedule! In case you missed my little note last week, since we’re back into what’s expected to be an excruciatingly long Droughtlander, I’ve got you covered with twice the amount of disgustingly adorable fluff with your two favourite PD!nerds LOL

And what better way to ring in the new/old posting schedule with some celebratory smut? (i.e.: verra nsfw down below). Enjoy!!

Jamie gets inspired by a song, Claire’s stuck between a rock and a Jamie-place, and as always, the facts of this fanfic are contrived specifically to make fluffy university/modern-day au scenarios. Please let me know what you think!

Part One: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] | Part Two: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] [Chapter 4] | Part Three: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] | Part Four: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] | Part Five: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] [Chapter 4] | Part Six: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] | Part Seven: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] | Part Eight: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] [Chapter 4] | Part Nine: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] [Chapter 4] | Part Ten: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] | Part Eleven: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] | Part Twelve: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [ Chapter 3] [Chapter 4] | Part Thirteen: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] [Chapter 4] | Part Fourteen: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] [Chapter 4] [Chapter 5] Part Fifteen: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] | Part Sixteen: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] | Part Seventeen: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] | Part Eighteen: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] | Part Nineteen: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] [Chapter 4] | Part Twenty: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] | Part Twenty-One: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] | Part Twenty-Two: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3]

Part Twenty-Two: Here, There and Everywhere | Chapter 4

“Our dear Mrs. Bug sends her regards once again,” Jamie said with a laugh as he came in with this week’s spoils.

“Bless that woman,” Claire said, coming from the kitchen to greet Jamie in the front hall. She bit her lip, eyeing the hefty bag of treats swinging from his wrist.

“And how was the…” she trailed off, worrying her bottom lip between her teeth.

“She wrote ye a wee list of tips for the next attempt, and a new recipe to try. It’s in the bag too,” he said, crossing the hall towards her and depositing said bag by the key table on the way.

“God bless Mrs. Bu—mmph!”

In the seconds it took for him to make it to her, Jamie had his arms wound around her waist, bending his head and kissing her deeply. Stunned for only a moment, she pressed herself into him with a soft hum as her hand slid up his chest.

She could almost taste his urgency, in no way an unfamiliar nor unwelcome feeling, but just slightly curious in its catalyst. Her chuckle broke them apart, but Jamie’s arms didn’t let her go very far.

“What on earth have you been up to, then?” she said, idly running her fingers through the shorter hair at his nape.

“Mrs. Bug—” She raised an eyebrow and he laughed, kissing her nose. “—was playing Beatles songs in her parlour. I heard one and thought of ye.”

“If you—mmm—say Eleanor Rigby, I will step right out of your arms this instant.”

They were so close, she could feel the laugh trembling in his stomach. His eyes though, were that dark, deep blue that rippled gooseflesh down her arm, every part of her body seeming to rise to meet his.

She took barely a breath before he buried his nose into the crook of her neck, gently scraping his stubble against her smooth skin.

“It reminded me,” he went on, unbothered, “that we’ve somewhat set aside our to-do list in the midst of this domestic bubble we’ve made, aye?”

His nipping at her neck was more than a little distracting so it took her a moment to register what he’d said, and another yet to catch her breath.

“What—hmm—what to-do list is that, love?”

He dragged his lips back up her skin, wasting no time in delving his tongue in to look for hers.

“The one we started right here on the floor.”

Quite involuntarily, her cheeks flushed red at the recollection that seemed to start from below her navel and set her blood to a boil.

“Oh aye?” she said, teasing.

“Aye.”

“What song could dear Mrs. Bug have been playing to get you—mmh!”

He canted his hips against hers and she could feel the length of him pressed into her thigh.

Jamie Fraser, she had found, could not – even by the farthest stretch of imagination – carry anything remotely close to a tune. On the rarest of occasions, songs came out as deep, tone-deaf chanting that, while still endearing, had no business being called music.

That being said, there was something in the current rumble of his voice, the edge of his accent, and the way he punctuated each word with torturous kisses down her neck and into her chest as he slowly unbuttoned her shirt.

“I want her everywhere, and if she’s beside me I know I’d need never care.”

Claire was wriggling madly in his arms as he trailed pure heat across the expanse of her skin. What had she been doing before this? Setting out tonight’s take-out, surely.

“But to love her is to need her everywhere.”

Her thoughts grasped for hazy straws, then fizzled out completely as he pushed her bra aside and caught her nipple between his teeth.

“Wait, wait—” she gasped.

She yanked at the short curls behind his head, dragging him back to face her.

She answered before he could ask.

“We’ve already done it here.”

He smirked.

“Aye, we have… We could always—”

“Nope,” she said quickly at the sight if his insinuating eyebrow. “I already told you, we are not having sex in Uncle Lamb’s study.”

He sighed, but otherwise looked unperturbed.

“I’ll have ye bent over a desk sometime, lass,” he murmured and she rolled her eyes at him.

They must of looked positively insane: her locked in his arms, in varying states of undress and general dishevelment as they very civilly discussed where they might decide to ravish each other in their own goddamn home.

“Have we done all the bedrooms?”

“Yes,” she answered. “Twice.”

“Hmph, perhaps we’ve finished the list after all.” He shrugged, all the more unbothered like a dog who knew quite well that a meal was inevitable. “Shall we go for round 3 then, Sassenach?”

She ran through her mental layout of the estate, conjuring up the strangest mix of childhood memories and those of slightly more adult fare.

Then it came to her and in seconds, she made a half-hearted attempt at buttoning her shirt (rendered useless by Jamie’s kisses getting in the way) and headed to the far east corner of the second floor.

“There’s this—ahh!—S-side staircase to the attic,” she said by means of explanation, even as Jamie took every opportunity to press her into walls and assault her neck with small bites and kisses. “I was terrified of it as a child so I d-didn’t think to—mmm—mention—Jamie!”

He’d made a quick undoing of her shirt once again, pushing her against the door leading to said side staircase and blindly fumbling for the handle.

“Aye, ye can give me the backstory during dinner, mo graidgh,” he rasped out over Claire’s shuddering laugh at him.

He regarded her, his intent clear and present as the door clicked open and he pressed her up against the adjacent wall, hiking her skirt up as he wrapped her leg around his hip.

Claire groaned, feeling how hard he was through his jeans. Their eyes met for an instant just long enough for that familiar electric spark to arc between them and then, no words were necessary.

It was a tight fit, the swell of Jamie’s chest leaving just barely enough space for Claire to grind against him. Even so, he wedged his hand between them to run a finger over her panties, humming in approval before he unzipped his fly and slide home.

“Jesus God,” Jamie moaned, “I’ve been thinking about ye all day, mo chridhe. About this.” He pushed especially deep into her and Claire’s head flew back, thudding dully against the stone wall.

Claire squirmed, well and truly caught between the cool stone and the scalding fire pulsing between them. The scrape of the wall reminded her of the alleyway in the town by Lallybroch. Almost a whole year ago, yet the sheer power and need in Jamie – in both of them – hadn’t changed.

Her gasps and sighs were quickly veering into whimpers and sobs with each thrust, until Jamie bent to lift her other knee up and press her completely into both him and the wall. Her long moan bounced against the walls and they both stilled for a moment, listening to it echo up the staircase and into the attic.

“That’s new,” she muttered, knowing – or rather, feeling – that Jamie agreed, if the hardening cock between her legs was any indication.

And if it wasn’t, Jamie’s eager redoubled attempts to fill the corridor with their shared moans and screams certainly were.

She clenched her thighs around his hips, pushing her back against the wall to meet him thrust for thrust as he buried his face into her neck.

“Come, mo nighean donn,” he murmured into her skin, sinking his teeth into her collarbone as his hips sped up on the precipice of his own release. “Let me hear ye.”

And she did, loud and unhinged as it made its bouncing ascent up the staircase, much like how Claire’s soul felt as Jamie groaned and spilled into her.

Light as air and thoroughly rapturous.

“This…” Jamie began breathlessly after some time, his heaving chest trapping hers against the wall and making it all the more difficult to catch her breath. “This may be my new favourite place.”

Claire stifled her giggles into his chest, wrapping her arms around his neck as she counted the seconds before his strength gave out.

It was 5.

In an attempt to keep her from hitting the ground, Jamie twisted and fell through the open door onto his back. They met nose-to-nose, and Claire smiled hesitantly at him, wholly disregarding the fact that she was straddling him and that he was very much still inside her.

He looked up at her, deep blue no longer dark with intent, but swirling and fathomless, and utterly star-struck.

With eyes as honest as those, Claire knew she didn’t need words. After all, for all where love is, the speaking is unnecessary.

His hand rose to tuck her hair behind her ear, cupping the swell of her cheek before pulling her down to his lips.

Meanwhile, the take-out in the kitchen got very cold.

[End of Part 22]

Read Part 23

[gocatboygo]

1-50 for Rosa

I’m Love You.

1) What is your OC’s favorite color?

maybe red? could also be brown, but like probably red

2) Does your OC collect anything? What do they collect?

bad christian romance novels from pre-war. cass gives her most of them. twilight is included in this but its by no means her favorite like she thought it was just ok

3) What kind of things is your OC allergic to?

nothing comes to mind

4) What kind of clothing does your OC wear?

in public she almost always wears a mask, usually either the legion recruit mask or the ncr ranger mask. also construction gloves. spends most of the beginning of the game in a sherrif’s duster & then from there she just wears whatever covers most of her and supports her gear, if it’s really hot out she’ll wear the wasteland surgeon armor

5) What is your OC’s first memory?

she still has her memories from before the bullet so probably something from her childhood

6) What’s your OC’s favorite animal? Least favorite?

she really fucking loves horses. like she’s a Horse Girl TM. least favorite is like,, djfdsfjs cazadores idfk

7) What element would your OC be?

definitely earth!

8) What is your OC’s theme song? 

probably a mitski song lmfao. either that or everybody wants to rule the world by tears for fears

8) Do you have a faceclaim/voiceclaim for your OC?

bold of you to assume i have anything for this oc / i just realized i fucked up the numbering here so enjoy that sdkfjdsk

9) What deadly sin would best represent your OC?

after she gets pretty deep into the game, maybe after the sierra madre? greed. i can see her going a little out of control after she has to give all that gold up (even though she could bring 1 bar back bc She Big) and just kind of. taking everything

10) What are your OC’s hobbies?

she’s a courier at heart so delivering packages dsjkflsjdw. farming, solitaire, reading those bad novels i previously mentioned, knitting, gecko hunting… watching holotape movies on her pipboy… getting terminally bored and taking med-x ksdjfkds

11) How patient is your OC? How hot-headed are they?

she’s fairly patient, the only time she really gets hot-headed is at fortification hill when she goes to meet with lanius (caesar dies of his cancer p early in her canon). also probably at the tops, she doesnt like bein in there

12) What is your OC’s gender / sexuality / race / species / etc.?

cis woman / bi / mexican / human / etc.

13) What foods does your OC like to eat? What are their least favorite foods?

uhh she learned how to cook from home-grown ingredients and in lasting bulk so she mostly eats stew and potatoes. every time she goes to freeside she gets that “mystery meat” from the stand in front of the gate despite the fact that its transparently radroach meat. she doesnt like the meat from the ultraluxe (even before she finds out it might be people, its fancy and garnished and she dont trust like that) but she loves their brahmin cheesecakes so she like, settles kdsjfksd

14) If your OC could have any pet, what would they choose? Why?

rex. rex. rex. rex. r (she also has like 2 brahmin at some point ksdjfksdf)

15) What does your OC smell like? 

that’s ! a wildin question huh! probably gunpowder and old leather 

16) How do they make a living? What kind of job do they want / not want? What is their dream job? What do they think of their current job?

she works for house, owns a small farm (after a while, in spring of 2282), and does various quests around the mojave for money. she was a courier for 8-9 years and she loved it, so id say thats her ideal job, but she’s past it. she’s very happy with where she is in all 3 of those jobs !

17) What are your OC’s greatest fears? Weaknesses? Strengths?

her biggest fears would probably be claustrophobia and getting buried alive (because benny). she has nightmares abt it, like 2 the point where every so often she wakes up and just Has A Good Sob. she has very low charisma (1) and very high endurance (9), her strength is also pretty good

18) What kind of music do they listen to? Do they have a favorite song?

she thinks truly madly deeply by cascada is the best love song ever written. she also listens to radio new vegas & a holotape cass gave her that’s mostly feminist anthems from the 20th century and 2 instances of mad about the boy

19) If they came from their world to ours (if not already in our’s) how would they react? What would they do?

oh god she would fucking hate the pre-war world. she would probably just go find a horse tbh sdfjsdkf what else is there to do! 

20) What personal problems/issues do they have? Pet peeves?

she has brain damage from the bullet. it didnt affect her intelligence or (for the most part) her memory, but she does have, like. chronic headaches, brain fog, dizzy spells, things like that. like i said before, she also has nightmares & claustrophobia from the same incident. as for pet peeves, she hates people who talk a lot without saying anything or try to sound smart for no reason. she has no problem with talkers as long as they like,, Say Something dsfdksfj

21) What kind of student were they/would they be in high school?

she grew up in a very small (very catholic) village, so im not sure if she exactly went to high school?? but she did attend school. she was sort of a loner, she had a single mother w no siblings & shes like 6 feet tall so both of those things made her a little bit outcast ksdjfksd. i mean she. She Was A Horse Girl what else do i have to say

22) What is a random fact about your OC? 

god i dont know!! uh… oh omg she thinks astrology is something vulpes made up and when she hears arcade talking about it she out of bodies

23) What is their outlook on life? What is their philosophy / what do they think in general about living?

rosa’s a very simple person, she mostly just wants a good life for herself. stable work and a stable life make her happy. a lot of her philosophy throughout the game is based on the fact that she’ll do (almost) whatever her employer asks her to, thus her being a house courier. most of her relationships are based almost entirely on trust, which is another major philosophy of hers 

24) What inspired you to create them / how did you create them? Were they originally a fancharacter? What was their personality / design like when you first made them?

honestly??? i read so many fics (especially f!courier/vulpes) where the courier was a Relateable Pretty Girl TM that i probably just wanted to make a female courier who had actual substance and weight. rosa is married to (ex-legion) vulpes so she rlly does largely serve to subvert the genre in fnv fic

25) Who is the most important person in their life? Why? Who is the least important to them (that still has an impact and why?

i mean. her husband probably skdfjkdfs. she’s been travelling with vulpes for a long time and she’s had to put her life in his hands a lot of times because of that, so he’s grown to be very important to her. mr house is a close runner up. i hate to say this but arcade is probably her least Impactful TM companion skjfdkds she barely travels w him 

26) What kind of childhood did your character have?

i say some of this in the other questions but like heres all of her backstory in one i guess kdsjfsd. rosa was raised in small catholic village somewhere outside nevada, i havent decided on what state its in bc im fucking dumb as hell. her family (like great grandmother type shit not her personally) & a few others came up from mexico years ago to get away from raiders, made a village and Kabaam. her mother had her, and then a second baby who was stillborn, and her father disappeared a few months after this happened. her mother raised her there until she was 20 and she signed on with the mojave express as a courier in an attempt to get out of her village and find Something To Do With Herself TM. she was a little outcast growing up, not totally isolated but certainly not very popular, and it caused her to be a very independent person later in life.

27) What kind of nervous habits do they have? Do they stim? Do they have any kinds of addictions?

she fidgets sometimes but i wouldn’t say she stims. clenches her fists when she’s nervous. she likes to smoke and chew tobacco (especially when she’s stressed out) but it’s only a minor addiction

28) If they could choose their epitaph for their grave, what would they choose?

honestly?? “Forgive Me Mama” bc that’s what it says on her helmet sfjdsfhd

29) Do they want to get married? Why or why not? Would they ever want kids? Do they have kids? Why?

apparently bc she fuckin did! she wants stability and someone to take care of her, and she likes the idea of being a unit with someone a lot more than she likes the idea of just dating them, so i guess thats how vulpes Happened ™. she actually can’t have kids bc she got irradiated pretty bad while she was looting searchlight :/ but she doesn’t want kids because 1) she’s travelling a lot for her work and 2) she doesn’t want to have to shape her life around a child. god knows vulpes cant interact w children, but he still wants them in theory because he wants a legacy

30) What is their most traumatic memory/experience? What is their favorite memory?

ring-a-ding-ding! it’s getting shot. her favorite memory is probably either like, easter when she was a child, or some time she swam in a river with vulpes, she’s fuckin basic

31) If they could have one thing in the world, what would it be?

a horse. i wanted to answer this differently but it really is just a horse

32) Would they ever kill someone? What would someone have to do to push them to kill someone? If they would kill someone, why? 

she’s killed! if she’s provoked or if her employer asks her to, she will absolutely kill someone. destroying the bos bunker was hard for her though :/ i like to pretend she didnt do it even though shes house ksdjfklsdhg

33) What social groups and activities does your character attend? What role do they like to play? What role do they actually play, usually?

maybe its just the fact that its 2am and i have poor reading comprehension but i have no fucking clue what this means

34) How is your character’s imagination? Daydreaming a lot? Worried most of the time? Living in memories?

her imagination is pretty good! i wouldnt call it excellent but it’s pretty good. she usually only daydreams before she falls asleep or gets up in the morning (or if she’s just like rlly chilled out skdfjds). she doesn’t worry much.

35) What does your character want most? What do they need really badly, compulsively? What are they willing to do, to sacrifice, to obtain?

i have no idea how to answer this one, which is a tragedy. maybe ill come back and answer it someday lmao

36) What’s something that your character does, that other people don’t normally do?

The House Always Wins I-VIII

37) What would your character do with a million dollars? 

in all seriousness she’d probably just stop having any financial restraint and start buying whatever she wants whenever it comes to mind. also she’d buy vulpes like 100,000 gambling chips from gomorrah and tell him to lose his mind skdfhjldksg

38) What is in your characters refrigerator right now? On their bedroom floor? Nightstand? Garbage can?

fridge at her farmhouse: vegetables, gecko meat, some seasonings, leftovers, beans, cram / fridge at the 38: An Entire Pot Of Stew ™, leftover tops restaurant takeout, a cheesecake, crispy squirrel bits, a post-it note from veronica saying they’re out of shampoo / bedroom floor: ;) / garbage can: empty cans, vulpes, plastic wrappers

39) Your character is getting ready for a night out. Where are they going? What do they wear? Who will they be with?

first thing that came to mind was to gomorrah, in her Fancy Riot Gear and ranger’s helmet, with raul. no idea why but like have a fun night bb sdkfjdslkf

40) What does your character do when they’re angry? Why?

depends on why she’s angry, but usually she’ll either start ranting at whoever she’s mad at (which never lasts long) or just go silent and tense up. she’ll also grumble. i mentioned this before but fortification hill was probably the only time she was so mad she was just yelling at everyone skfjkdsf

41) Does your character have any scars? Where did they get them from? 

she has a lot of scars! the most visible one is a cobweb-shaped scar on her forehead from when benny shot her. she also has another less prominent scar on the side of her face from Some Shit. various scars on her torso and arms from various sources, another bullet scar on her arm from raiders, maybe more. there’s a particularly bad scar across her ribs from being slashed w a knife (raiders again)

42) What was the most offensive thing your character had ever said?

she hates the irish

43) How does your character react/ accept criticism?

i dont know if she really cares? shes still a little bitter abt some insults she took as a kid but like arent we all. it makes her more angry than insecure

44) If your character was given a slice of pineapple pizza and they HAD to eat it (or something bad would happen), how would they react? Do they even LIKE pineapple pizza?

under normal circumstances, she’d throw it in the fucking trash. if she HAD to eat it she’d be fine skjfsd she just wouldnt like it

45) Your character is given a voodoo doll of themself. What do they do with it? Do they see if it actually works?

yeah, she probably puts a needle in its shoulder or something to see if it works. shes so used to being end 9 she doesnt consider the fact that She Will Lose Her Shoulder

46) Can your character draw? What do they like to draw? Do they doodle?

she can’t draw slkdfjsd. she probably has like… some warrior cats type drawings from when she was a kid and thats it

47) What were their parents like? How has that affected how they are as an adult?

her father dipped when she was maybe 1-2 years old, a few months after her brother was stillborn.

48) Does your character like candy? Do they get sugar rushes? What are they like when they get a rush?

she likes a little bit of candy, mostly lollipops. i cant see her getting a sugar rush

(i know i fucked up the numbering) 50) If your character was presented with imminent and unavoidable death/fatality, how would they react? Would they try to avoid death anyways? Would they try to make their last days count?

this,, could actually very easily happen because of her brain damage, ive explored that concept before. she would probably spend a lot of time alone or with the people she’s closest to reflecting on her life and trying to die in peace. if she had enough time she’d go see her mother again, but it’s still unlikely

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jesus fucking christ thats long, rip mobile users. tysm for sending me this!! i didnt realize how much 50 questions was dksjfkds. yall can keep sending me these (like 1-10 at a time skdfjdg) for other couriers if you want but like i understand if ur tired of hearing me Fucking Talk after this

[cameoamalthea]

Can you clarify what happened in Steven Universe recently? I do not watch the show but know the characters from seeing tumblr posts. It looks like Steven’s mom, Rose Quartz, who was a gentle and beloved gem (I thought) turns out she used to be a totally different gem named Pink Diamond, who was mean and evil and hurt Pearl somehow? Spoilers welcome btw I don’t care.

It’s a good show! You should watch it! The first season is slow and very childish/slice of life but then half way through season one it becomes more sci-fi fantasy.

All right, spoilers:

There are an alien race known as gems. They are not born but created by drawing withdrawing minerals from a planet. This process destroys the planet the planet by depleting it’s resources. So in order to produce more gems and expand as a society, gems expand across galaxies destroying more and more planets.

Gem society is a caste system where each type of gem is designed with unique powers for a specific purpose and job. Quartz’s are strong soldiers who fight wars, subduing life that might resist invasion, Rubies are weaker lower ranking soldiers, Sapphires see the future and advice leaders, Agates are enforcers and overseers, Lapis’s terraform worlds, and Diamonds are the supreme leaders. Everyone has a role and can only perform that task and be in their place.

Some gems are considered of high rank while others are lowly. They have no names, they are just numbers. They are just a ruby, quartz etc. Except for the Diamonds. There are only 4 Diamonds, unique in their flawlessness and power. They are goddess queens of this empire, born to rule, each with her own court of gems that follow her Diamond.

This Diamond authority rules. They are Yellow, Blue, White, and Pink.

Thousands of years ago when humans were still Hunter/gatherers this alien empire invaded Earth.

What we were told is that a quartz solider created in Earth to be, as all gems are, a slave to Her purpose, fell in love with Earth and humanity. She wanted to protect Earth and the same freedom to choose who and what she wanted to do and be. So she led a rebellion against Homeworld to drive them from the planet, teaching other gems that they too could choose what they wanted and didn’t have to be slaves.

The war went on for 700 years or so until finally, Rose Quartz killed the Diamond she and all Earth gems were made to serve: Pink Diamond. She believed with their Queen dead those loyal to her would surrender and leave the Earth in peace. The rebel gems, known as Crystal Gems, would be free.

Instead, those loyal were evacuated (those who could make it out in time anyway) and everyone left was destroyed as all three other Diamonds, Blue, Yellow and White joined forces to blast the entire Earth with a weapon that reduced all Gem life to mindless monsters.

Only Rose, Garnet and Pearl survived because Rose managed to pull them behind her magical shield in time which saved them from the blast. For the rest of time they have lived on Earth, battling the gem monsters that now infest the planet, the husks of their former friends who were all lost in the final day of the war.

Now Pearls are not like other gems, they’re not mass produced in the ground but are specifically, carefully, custom designed individual Pearls whose purpose is be living accessories and status symbols to the most powerful Gems. They look pretty and serve doing whatever it is that will make their owner happy. All Gems serve a purpose and their Diamond, but Pearls belong to a specific Gem.

The Pearl who is a main character is with the Crystal Gems. A rebel who doesn’t belong to anyone. She was madly in love with Rose Quartz and loyal to her, serving as her knight in the war and endless battles against gem monsters that followed.

Everyone believed she belonged to no one and served Rose by choice but…

What we were told wasn’t the truth.

Pearl belonged to Pink Diamond and helped her carry out a double life where she assumed the alter ego “Rose Quartz” and led a rebellion against her own empire and against herself.

Pink Diamond wasn’t like the other Diamonds. She was the youngest and imperfect, a tiny runt compared to the other Diamonds. All gems are “born” fully formed and so not grow or change and usually any imperfection means the gem is destroyed or seen as worthless. Pink Diamond was a Diamond so she was spared that fate but the other Diamonds treated her like a child, ignored her, neglected her and did not allow her a Court of Gems to rule or planets to colonize like the other Diamonds.

Desperate for her ‘sisters’ respect and attention, Pink demanded an army and a planet to colonize so that she could prove herself worthy of being a Diamond and earn her sister’s approval and love.

However, when she got to Earth she fell in love with the planet and humanity. Civilians that were just beginning to develop. Life in so many forms! Freedom to grow and change and choose what you wanted to be instead of being created for one purpose. A Diamond’s purpose is to be a perfect Devine ruler, a leader, the one all her gems must serve as they go forth and concur and destroy worlds to expand their empire.

Pink didn’t want to destroy the Earth. Pink wanted the freedom to choose who she was and what she wanted to do! Instead of being a failed deformed Diamond constantly struggling and failing to win the other Diamond’s approval she wanted to be her own person, just herself and to let go of living up any expectations or caring what the Diamonds thought or demanded from her.

However, she couldn’t just tell the Diamonds to leave Earth alone. She tried and they wouldn’t listen. She didn’t want to order her armies to rebel and start a civil war that they’d lose (1 vs 3 and the other Diamonds were more powerful). She wanted to set her Gems free, but you can’t order someone to be free.

Gems are aliens who are literally programmed to serve a purpose and whose entire culture is based on this caste system. So their Queen saying you’re free now, I order you to do what you want, wouldn’t work and wouldn’t be true freedom. Pink didn’t want Gems to follow her and do what she wanted because she said so, she wanted to show them they had a choice and could follow what they wanted to follow and be who they wanted to be.

She couldn’t do that as a Diamond.

So she disguised herself as a commoner, a Rose Quartz (gem’s physical bodies are projections their only true body is their gem, so they can shape shift). In this persona she led a revolution.

The only one who knew the truth was Pearl, her Pearl who served at her side both when she was Pink Diamond and when she was Rose Quartz.

You see the problem? Could Pearl really choose to rebel and join Rose or was she just following her Diamond and doing what Pink Diamond wanted to do because she was created and programmed to make her happy?

Rose wanted her to join freely and told Pearl the costs and asked if she wanted to follow her, and Pearl did by choice but was that choice really motivated by her own desires or was her only desire to serve Pink in whatever way Pink needed?

So for 700 years the rebellion rages and Pink tries to surrender but the other Diamonds will not let her abandon the colony she begged for - insisting a the rebellion is no threat and as long as Pink Diamond remained on Earth those loyal to her will follow and the colony will be completed.

Pink Diamond realizes the only way to end the war is for the rebel’s to defeat Pink Diamond and destroy her. After that, those loyal to Pink Diamond (she let her gems choose if they wanted to follow orders or if they wanted to rebel and choose freedom on Rose’s side) would leave and the other Diamonds would forget about Earth. Because Pink is convinced her sisters don’t care for her at all and will forget her and her little colony once she’s gone because to them she’s a worthless, failed thing.

So she forms a plan for Rose Quartz to publicly kill Pink Diamond by having her Pearl shape shift into Ross Quartz, destroy her physical body and palm her Gem so no one can see still exists. Before the stabbing, she creates some fake Diamond shards and swallows them, holding them inside herself in such a way that when her form is destroyed the shards will be left behind (if physical forms are damaged badly enough the poof into nothing and retreat into the gem to reform. The only way to truly kill a gem is to shatter the physical gem).

Then she will reform in her Rose Quartz shape, changing the orientation of her gem so it’s Diamond shape is hidden from view and just be Rose forever. No more Pink Diamond, she’s free and she’s going to give the Earth to rebels and they’ll all be free.

Except the Diamonds actually loved Pink Diamond deeply, their precious child, their little sister. When the thought she’d been killed they were furious and mad with grief and so the three who remained combined their power and things carried out as they did…

And no one ever knew the truth do who and what Rose Quartz had been. Not a rebel common soldier, but a princess who disguised herself as a commoner in order to rebel against the system along with her slave handmaiden who became her loyal knight and companion.

Now a Pearl is programmed so they can not disobey an order from a Diamond if an order is given. Before faking her death, her last order to Pearl was to never speak of this again. Because Pink never wanted to look back or think about what she’d ben and so Pearl was bound to silence.

Thousands of years later, Rose Quartz fell in love with a human boy named Greg and decided she wanted to have a child. Gems cannot give birth and in order for him live she had to give the baby her gem as her half of the genetic material to create a half-gem half-human hybrid. So when Steven was born, Rose disappeared and left everyone else behind to deal with the fall out from her choices.

Because the monsters are still there to be fought and then when Steven was 13 years old, Homeworld returned to earth to check the progress of a weapon that had been incubating within the Earth’s core to destroy the planet. Because the Diamonds wanted to wipe the place that had led to Pink Diamond’s death from existence.

When the Homeworld gems saw Steven’s gem they thought he was Rose Quartz and tried to hunt him down and kill him or bring him back to Homeworld to be out on trail for the murder of Pink Diamond and executed.

Steven found out about Pink Diamond’s death when he was 14 and Since Pearl couldn’t tell him the truth he thought his mother was a killer who’d hurt a lot of people by choosing to kill someone. And he had to take responsibility for her crimes so no one else would get hurt.

And Pearl couldn’t tell him the truth!

And Steven knew his mother had objected to killing. She’d imprisoned one of her army, a weapons smith called Bismuth, for insisting they needed to use lethal force and shatter all the Diamonds. Liberate all the gems by force, choose to be free or die. Rose Quartz rejected this course of action and locked Bismuth away in suspended animation. When freed, Bismuth also tried to kill Steven who also rejected the idea of killing the Diamonds and anyone who opposed them.

So when he found out the fact she eventually shattered Pink Diamond, it shook him. She was a hypocrite. He felt guilty he couldn’t save Bismuth or the forces loyal to Homeworld even though they wanted to kill him. Steven never wanted to hurt anyone!

Now Steven finds out that everything he thought was a lie because his mother was Pink Diamond.

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I want to ask all of the colors actually... so yeah... answer everything or whatever pieces you want

hi cammi!!! i miss you!! i just did blue so i will do the rest? (beware folks this is one long ass post)

red:

how was your first kiss?

it was really nice. i think ive told the story here before but it was outside our state capitol building which was like lit up at night and it was frigid and i did NOT have proper outerwear but i was on his lap and it sorta just happened and i remember my head like flipping out while it was happening and not enjoying the kiss perse but the whole experience was good it’s a nice memory i think it was a good first kiss as they go

what do you love about yourself?

i think i really care about things and people in a really cool and wholesome and passionate way which i think is really cool. there are certain outfits/makeup looks that i loveee the way i look in. i used to love the fact that i was a figure skater. i know intellectually that im pretty reliable and competent which are traits i prize but i dont always believe i actually have them.

 when’s the last time you warmed your hands in front of a fire?

straight up could not tell you.

 would you rather watch a sunrise or sunset?

sunset

 what’s the best thing about summer?

the warm sunny weather. and the best thing about this upcoming summer is im going to disneyworld.

orange: 

what makes you feel warm inside? 

my boyfriend. any instance where i feel even the smallest glimmer of camaraderie with a large group. honestly closer by the chainsmokers.

what’s your favorite halloween tradition? 

im not really a halloween person. but my nana’s birthday is halloween so every year when we were little she would come over and have pizza with us and then after we trick or treated we would have cake and sing and stuff and that was nice.

what’s the last thing you learned? 

i learned a lot about dissociative disorders in the abnormal psych class i just got out of. for instance that the vast majority of people with these illnesses are women

when’s the last time you felt obsessed? 

the last time i was truly and deeply obsessed with something was about 4 years ago when les miserables consumed/saved my life. the last piece of media i’ve consumed kinda obsessively i guess is closer by the chainsmokers.

what’s your favorite article of clothing?

 i got these brown heeled boots over the summer that i kinda love but i dont wear them a ton. i rly like leggings? idk it’s a good question and this is a really unsatisfying answer but im not sure

yellow:

if you could have any view from your bedroom window what would you choose? 

im not sure. the new englander in me says just like a not super dense patch of woods maybe? like ideally with fall colors? but im not picky about those sorts of things

what’s your favorite thing to do on a sunny day? 

straight up just lie in the sun. bring a book with me to pretend to read but mostly just lie in it for a while and drink iced tea. in an ideal world maybe dip into a pool every now and again.

what do you consider lucky?

i dont really have lucky articles of clothing or anything like that if that’s the question. i think like in general im very lucky i have a very good life?

 what made you smile today?

i woke up snuggling w jon so that was pretty damn nice 

 what makes you happy?

when im not in a specifically bad mood like everything makes me happy. seeing other people smile or hug. (yesterday in class a boy had a valentines day flower and he just was like staring at it with a dumb smile for a lot of class it was so cute). glitter. small animals. games with friends. the bachelor. accomplishing things. people complimenting me. 

green: 

what’s your favorite thing to do outside? 

like sit and read under a tree in the fall or sunbathe in summer

do you like camping?

no

 what would you spend $1,000 on? 

id probably put it in my bank account and slowly spend it down by means of chipotle burritos, ramen, opus chili, lipstick, vodka handles, leggings, and drugstore makeup

what’s your job, or what do you want to do as your job?

lol i call alumni from my college and ask them for money, over summer worked at a dollar store. ideally i’d work in either lobbying or nonprofit or maybe (post-drumpf) a governmental organization like trying to make things not so bad for people. 

 what’s your favorite article of clothing?

wasnt this a questionn for another color?

purple: 

what’s your astrological sign?

saggitarius but dont pay that any mind if you want to know things about me i was born 3 weeks late and i definitely relate more to scorpio things tho i believe none of it

 what’s the best piece of advice you ever received?

“walk with purpose”-- lucy (cammi you know who im talking about and im being kinda facetious cuz idk if i have a real answer--it might be something my coach marissa told me this summer--but i do think about that particular advice a lot) 

when’s the last time you followed your instincts?

i got unhealthy food today at lunch bc i wanted to? idk i feel like for most important things i do what my original thought was but only after agonizing hours of debate and self-torture so i doubt that counts

 what’s your favorite food? 

cheese in all its many forms

what’s your secret dream?

to be an actually good figure skater lol. to fall madly in love and get married in like 4, 5 years.