#rose quartz platonic

[universellie]

Platonic Rose Quartz x G/N Reader

[[Request by the lovely @insertuserhere88 !!

— There was no specific requests so I’ll employ some creative liberty in what I’m about to write :) It’s set before Greg’s gig on the beach, the night he met Rose.

((A/N: Y/N only used a few times xoxo Sorry for any typos, it’s late when I wrote this and I’m too tired to edit. I’ll do it tomorrow, maybe. :,)

>>𝘔𝘺 𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘍𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 ♥︎

It was 1990, Mr. Universe had a gig on the beach tonight and you were most certainly going to attend. You were ecstatic to get to see him live, you’d been a fan for a while now to say the least. You knew Rose would love his music too, but you had to find her first to see if she’d attend the concert.

You walked along the beach, kicking pebbles out of your way. You could see the cave and warp pad from where you were, already dreading the dastardly climb up to the cliff face. You always loved the carving of Obsidian in the cliff, a symbol of the Crystal Gems unity and their friendship. A quite literal representation, not only as a sculpture but when they fused. You had had the privilege of seeing and meeting her once, a gigantic gem with flaming eyes. Unnerving and most likely terrifying to anyone, yet you knew she was a culmination of your dearest friends. And your best friend, Rose Quartz.

You stepped up in front of the warp pad, looking at the door that led to each of the gems respective rooms. “Rose!” You called out, looking at the ground and idly kicking a rock. It flew to the wall directly beside the door as it opened, bouncing and flying directly across Rose’s face. “Woah!” she exclaimed, taking a step back. You grimaced, raising your hands in surrender. “Sorry Rose-“ She waved a hand in dismissal. “Don’t worry about it Y/N, these things happen.” Her dress whispered along the ground as her bare feet padded towards you. “What brings you here?” She peered down at you, her giant mass of pink curls surrounding her. “I wanted to see if you’d like to join me at the concert tonight. It’s the musician I like, Mr. Universe?” You put your hands in your pockets, your head almost completely laid back to look up at her. “Of course! Id love to! In the meantime, want to do something else? The gems and I have nothing to do for the rest of the day so Garnet has gone to explore the deeper parts of the temple, Amethyst is in her room and Pearl is in the training grounds. I’m on my own I’m afraid.”

“Rose you don’t have to ask to hang out with me. C’mon, let’s go to the beach. Maybe we can watch them set up for the concert tonight.” She clapped her hands in joy, hurrying to the open cliff exit. She held out a hand to you, you took it, holding tightly as she catapulted the pair of you into the sky and floated gently to the centre of the beach. You landed gracefully, thanks to her expert floating knowledge. She sat on the sand, her feet and ends of her dress in reach of tiny waves. They lapped lazily while you settled in beside her, the pair of you gazing out at the horizon.

“Rose, if you don’t mind me asking. Why did you start the rebellion?” She had never fully explained how it had begun, only that one day they were fighting for their very freedom. She sighed, looking up at you quickly and back towards the sea. “They wouldn’t listen to me.”

“The Diamonds?”

“Mhm.” Her eyes were hidden behind the shadows of her curly bangs, you could see her lips pressed in a thing line as she rested on one elbow, idly drawing gem shapes in the sand. “I tried to explain the beauty of Earth. How their mission for galactic domination was destroying worlds and life.” You noticed her swipe at the sand after she drew what seemed to be a diamond shape. “They ignored me, threw me out and told me to get back to carving the kindergartens.” She sighed, avoiding eye contact. “I chose to ignore them. I reformed into this dress, I chose to make a stand. I refuse to allow the Diamond Authority to destroy this beautiful planet.” You looked at her, admiration and pity in your gaze. How one gem could defeat an entire world, you had no idea. But if there was anyone who could do it, it would be Rose.

“What do you think Pink is doing right now?” You picked up a seashell, pulling your feet back into you. You twirled the shell around in your hands, investigating its colours and ridges. Rose let loose a dark chuckle. “Probably sitting on her Pink throne on her royal behind doing nothing except destruction. Except following orders.” She seemed so lost in thought, continuing to watch the waves. “She’s useless you know. Heartless, even. She couldn’t make a stand to her sisters, she didn’t even try to change the direction of this mass destruction.” Rose sat up, curling her legs towards her and wrapping her arms around her knees. “She’s weak, Y/N. Pink Diamond is so disgustingly weak.” You sighed, reaching a hand up and patting Rose on her arm through her curls.

“Can she help it? She’s been raised in a castle surrounded by Diamonds who know nothing but conquest. She’s the youngest and the smallest. Of course she’s weaker! She’s the bullied little sister, from what I can see.” Rose sniffled, rubbing a hand over her face and hiding behind her curls. Was she crying?

“I just wish they could see the world like me.” Rose whispered, the words seemed so heavy, like they meant something entirely different. You stood, patting her on the head, her curls bouncing like cotton candy. “They will, someday.” You reassured her, stretching your arms above your head as you did. You looked behind you to see the stage being set up, the sun was setting, almost completely below the horizon.

“Come on Rose, for tonight, let’s just enjoy some good music.” She looked up at you, smiling. “You are what I love most about humans Y/N. Always so kind and understanding.” She stood, grabbing you by the shoulders and crushing you in a hug. “Thank you.” She whispered gently. You rubbed her back, returning a ‘you’re welcome’ before breaking away.

“On the bright side Rose, maybe Mr. Universe will like you just as much as I do.”

[spritesdeepseawriting]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Steven Universe (Cartoon) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Blue Diamond/Pink Diamond/White Diamond/Yellow Diamond (Steven Universe), Blue Diamond/Yellow Diamond (Steven Universe) Characters: Pink Diamond (Steven Universe), Yellow Diamond (Steven Universe), Blue Diamond (Steven Universe), White Diamond (Steven Universe), Rose Quartz | Pink Diamond, Pearl (mentioned) Additional Tags: Hurt No Comfort, Trust Issues, Inferiority Complex, Emotional Constipation, Delusions, Self-Hatred, Emotional Manipulation, Canonical Character Death, Polydiamonds - Freeform, can be read as platonic, Character studies, Mild OoC, Not Beta Read Summary:

The last things Pink said to the other Diamonds, and the last thought she had before she died.

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In hindsight, I don’t like the summary much, but a better description is what everyone was thinking before Pink’s final moments, including Pink herself. 

[dearest-painter]

*laughs evily because I'm going to give rose quartz! reader trauma*

While being Dark Quartz, the diamonds come and see the fusion and knowing that Rose Quartz! Reader is Pink Diamond.

They demand they unfuse this instant, but Dark Quartz refuses, and as punishment, White Diamond has no choice but to corrupt Rose Quartz! Reader, which causes both Darkiplier and Rose Quartz! Reader to both be corrupted.

Steven and Eric see this, and Pearl has no choice but to bubble both of them so they won't cause any harm.

Now all Steven and Eric do is be in Rose Quartz! Reader's garden and cry their eyes out, knowing they lost their parents.

Garnet is the one to comfort both of them and, when doing so, unfuses because they know it will only remind them of their parents.

Pearl is dealing with the grief of losing Rose Quartz! Reader ( like in the show ) and is with steven because she doesn't want him to meet the same fate.

Amethyst is the one to take their mind off it by going to Funland to cheer them up and make them smile.

( Could this be a oneshot? Only the beginning of the writing could be the oneshot )

Awww can we give them fluff Soon?

TW/CW:Abusive behavior,abusive relationship, unhealthy behavior, unhealthy relationship,Yandere behavior,Corruption:((,Being bubbled for safety, first half is in Dark and Rose Quartz!Reader’s mind while bubbled, the gif doesn’t match but like couldn’t help,Tell me if I need to add more

Summary:You never asked for it, you just wanted to be with the man you loved yet your ‘family’ couldn’t deal with it. You just wanted to live a peaceful life with your sons and lovers

It..it wasn’t our fault..right? ‘No it wasn’t our fault dear, not at all’ then why did they do this to us? Why did they make us like this? ‘Because their jealous and cannot understand that you’ve truly found someone to love’ D-do you think if this could all turn out differently if we just..agreed? ‘Maybe but the other outcome was very dangerous for both of us’ Yeah…I hope Steven and Eric are okay..I know their scared and if I could I would comfort them. ‘So would I, I know they’ll be in good care but I cannot help but miss them’

Steven and Eric looked at the bubble that held their corrupted mom and dad…it was all those fucking diamonds fault! If they just listened to them then they would still be a happy family! “Steven?” Steven looked to see a worried Pearl crouching beside him. “Are you okay? You’ve been lost in thought for longer then usual” “mhm..just miss them” Pearl nodded and pet Steven’s hair then left as she knew he needed space. He just needed a way to get revenge and fix his family then all of this can go back to normal…

[lunarforager]

Beginner Witch's Guide: Crystals

Today's witchy lesson is on crystals! Specifically, crystal shapes and their meanings, types of crystals and their meanings, and what you can use crystals for in your practice!

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Basic Crystals and Their Meanings:

Clear Quartz -> Clear quartz is known for its ability to amplify intention and magnify the energy of other stones around it

Selenite -> Selenite is good for cleansing and purifying the area and objects around it

Amethyst -> Amethyst provides a peaceful and relaxing energy

Carnelian -> Carnelian is known for boosting creative energy and allowing for better creative flow

Rose Quartz -> Rose quartz is known for supporting and amplifying love of all kinds (self love, romantic love, platonic love, etc.)

Pyrite -> Pyrite (also known as 'Fool's Gold') is known for drawing in success and fortune

Obsidian -> Obsidian sucks in negative energy from the surrounding space providing protection from unwanted energies and negativity

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Crystal Shapes and Meanings:

Cube -> Cube shaped crystals are often tied to grounding and would be good to use during meditation or meditative spellwork.

Sphere -> Sphere shaped crystals are thought to be more balanced with the energy they emit, splitting it evenly in all directions. They are good to use in grounding work (like meditation) or for protective spells/energy.

Pyramids -> Pyramid shaped crystals are most commonly associated with the idea of communing with celestial bodies or with the universe. Pyramid shaped crystals would be beneficial to use in deity worship or working with deities for spellwork.

Tower/Point -> Tower and point shaped crystals are known to amplify intention and point it in a certain direction. In my opinion, they are the most universally helpful shape and so can be used for a variety of spells.

Palm Stones -> Palm Stones are flat disks of stone that can be placed in one's palm and are often used to provide soothing energy. When placed in the palm they can be rubbed to provide therapeutic relief in moments of anxiety.

Cluster -> A cluster is a mix between a sphere and a point. The energy is emitted in all directions, but not evenly. They are most beneficial for spells and powers you want amplified, but don't need to be even or concentrated in one particular area.

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General Crystal Tips:

When purchasing crystals, make sure the ones you are buying are coming from reputable, ethical sources and are actual crystals!

Before letting any crystal come in contact with the sun or with water, make sure it is safe to do. Some crystals are known to leech harmful chemicals or elements into water when submerged while some will just erode away in minutes. Some crystals can also fade if left in direct sunlight for a long time (amethyst is one of these so keep that in mind!)

If you do not like working with crystals, think something works better for you than crystals, or simply are just not interested in working with crystals, they are not necessary for the craft! Crystals (like any other witchy tool) are optional but can not only provide useful energies or attributes, but also just look super cool and are great to put on altars or in spaces around your home!

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Well, that's all for my beginners guide to crystals! There are so many more crystals out there with their own unique shapes, attributes and energies that I suggest going and doing more research as you start to collect crystals! If you have any questions or concerns, feel free to reach out, I love talking to people and love making new friends <3

Valete my friends! :3

[yanderes-galore]

rose quartz (SU) with human darling (Platonic/Romantic) Hcs 🪲 [Shiny Bug Anon]

Oh cool :0 This could be fun, lol. I haven written for Rose before...!

Yandere! Rose Quartz with Human! Darling

Pairing: Platonic/Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Overprotective behavior, Condescending behavior, Clingy behavior, Fear of loss, Isolation, Blood mention, Dark themes, Jealousy, Forced companionship/relationship.

Rose has been known to have a fascination with humans.

This is evident in the show where she's curious about them, often learning about them through Greg.

She sees humans as cute and funny... they're adorable little creatures to her.

I imagine she gets with Greg at some point for the sake of Steven, but imagine if she was fond of another human first?

Before she and Greg got together officially, she found you.

You're younger than Greg and might even be curious of her like she is of you.

Rose is described as caring and loving of those she's close to.

She's curious and sees beauty in all life.

Yet humans seem to be her favorite.

When she looks at you, she thinks you have a natural attractive beauty to you.

She wants to know you more.

In fact, it's canon that Rose isn't quite sure how human love works compared to Gems.

Be that platonic or romantic love... she isn't quite sure how either works.

Which makes her unsure how exactly to act upon her feelings towards you.

I can see Rose accidentally being condescending towards you.

She tries her best to see everyone as equal... but she can't help but coo over you like a pet.

She just thinks her human is so darn cute.

Although... she does worry about getting attached at first-

After all, you're human.

Your lifespan is so short compared to her.

But we'll get into that later....

Eventually she can't help herself.

You're too interesting for her and she can't help but be drawn to you.

Due to her curious nature, Rose may also be a bit... invasive.

She struggles with boundaries, often curiously prodding at you and asking invasive questions.

You try your best to keep up with it... she is an alien, after all.

Rose listens to every word you say with sparkles in her eyes.

She likes to learn more about you and humans in general.

She's adventurous and may even want to take you along on exploration.

Well... on anything that won't get you hurt.

Rose doesn't seem that bad, she's actually caring and adores you...

Unfortunately, things do take a darker tone eventually... this is still Pink, of course.

Rose is deceptive and a bit selfish.

She worries she'll lose you due to how fragile humans are.

She know doubt learns of your fragility by an accident.

Imagine Rose took you out to explore an area, only for you to get hurt.

The Gem freezes when she looks you over, seeing blood seep out of a few cuts you have.

The good news is she can heal... but seeing you with anything from bruises to a broken bone freaks her out.

It reminds her that humans aren't like Gems.

Your life can end much easier than hers can.

Rose's obsession is not just driven by curiosity... It's also her fear.

This was the reason she didn't want to be attached in the first place.

But... she can't help it.

You look so cute in her arms... your curiosity reminds her of herself.

Rose would do anything to protect those close to her.

Such a trait sounds selfless... yet towards you it's selfish.

Why?

Well, Rose refuses to acknowledge that all life... including yours... has an end.

A known power of Rose, other than healing, is resurrection.

If she doesn't want something to die... she'll change it.

Imagine if Rose is so scared of you dying... She makes you immortal.

She's too fond of you to just let you die.

Which means she'd use her powers to make you live longer.

Sure, you'll be a pink color now...

But you'll still be hers, in fact, the color you have now only proves it.

Yeah, this is what makes her behavior selfish.

She curses you with a longer lifespan to keep you as hers longer.

Not only that, but she probably begins to isolate you.

She is definitely one to tell you that all of what she does is for your benefit.

In reality... she doesn't want to let her human go.

It only works in her favor when people distance themselves from you due to your changed appearance.

It's true... that pink tint you have now is like some sort of brand.

Soon you're not hanging out with many other humans other than Greg.

Rose is always around you, when she can't be, the Crystal Gems are around you.

Rose is selfish about her human.

She purposefully takes your attention away, often feeling jealousy towards you interacting with other humans.

It's a... toxic emotion.

She knows she should allow you to thrive with your kind.

Yet in the end she claims you as hers, again, oddly like a pet or toy.

Perhaps she keeps you at the temple/beach house?

She is still very affectionate and curious as ever... even if you feel dejected due to what she's done to you.

She doesn't let you leave her home.

Maybe she even keeps you in her room?

She can create whatever you want there.

Rose just wants you to be happy.

Although... it often seems like she prioritizes her own happiness most of the time

When you're alone she holds you close, her touch delicate and soft as though you'll break.

When you ask to go outside, she turns it down.

The only time you're free from captivity again is when she makes Steven.

Imagine if you were still affected by her obsession even after she creates Steven.

She does imply in the show that she influences Steven's emotions (iirc-).

So... what happens if her obsession develops in Steven?

I'm talking Steven feels drawn to you but isn't sure why.

Of course it's platonic for most of the events of the show.

But it could change in Future when he's older.

You're cursed with being forever young... all because you got too close to an alien.

Now you have a Gem/Human hybrid who won't leave you alone.

But that's just a thought!

Overall, Rose may seem very interested and kind with her human obsession.

Yet catching her attention isn't really a good thing...

Especially if it means you'll never leave her... even when she's gone.

[atravesty]

Scorpio Full Moon Messages for You (Love/Relationships)

There may be some guidance meant for you below to support you during the upcoming emotional Scorpio full moon (please heart/share/follow/provide feedback if this resonated with you):

Pick a Crystal - 1. Black Tourmaline, 2. Peach Moonstone, 3. Rose Quartz

Pile 1 - Black Tourmaline

Protection, purification, grounding, stability/security, growth

Numbers: 1, 4, 5, 9, 11

Tarot: 4 of Pentacles Reversed, 9 of Cups Reversed, Ace of Swords, Page of Cups Reversed

You may currently be in a situation where you're hoarding and placing too much value on wealth and material possessions. Despite you coveting what you have, there may still be a sense of emotional unfulfillment as everything you've obtained still isn't what you truly desire. There may be a "missing piece to your puzzle" that you're seeking, which may be in the form of a romantic connection. You may be being stingy out of fear that someone will take advantage of your generosity, especially if you're currently trying your luck in the dating scene. What you may not realize is that your greed is actually what is blocking you from fulfilling your deeper desires and forming meaningful connections. You are being encouraged to be more appreciative of what you already have and make a daily habit of practicing gratitude. You may finally have a breakthrough moment of clarity about your situation after a period where you had been missing all the signs. You may tap into a more creative way of thinking that puts you on the right path to fulfill your material & spiritual desires.

Pile 2 - Peach Moonstone

Calming/soothing, protection, luck, hope, intuition/dreams

Numbers: 1, 3, 6, 9, 33

Tarot: Fool, Justice Reversed, Moon Reversed, 8 of Cups Reversed

You may currently be feeling a lot of guilt and grief about something you said/did in the past that you feel you must atone for now. You may have a habit of escapism and letting your avoidant tendencies get the best of you, which resulted in you saying or doing hurtful things (potential third party) and forcing you walk away from a romantic (or platonic, but mostly romantic) connection. It may not have taken you that long to realize that you regret what you had said to this person and wish you hadn't pushed them out of your life. You may be missing them being by your side at this time. Despite wanting to reach out to make amends, you may be being held back by anxiety and fear that they won't accept your apology or allow you back into their life. You are being encouraged to take full accountability for any dishonesty and your past actions, regardless of the result. There is potential to pursue a new beginning with this person ("clean slate"), but you must approach this situation with optimism, despite not knowing the outcome, and discern between reality and the illusions you cast in your brain out of self-deprecation and self-sabotage.

Pile 3 - Rose Quartz

Trust, harmony, unconditional love, emotional healing, attracts love

Numbers: 1, 4, 5, 6, 11

Tarot: Hanged Man, 2 of Cups Reversed, Queen of Cups Reversed, Knight of Wands

You may be currently ruminating about a previous breakup, or have recently experienced one, which is causing you to feel closed off and apathetic to future love. You may be feeling insecure, unworthy of love, suppressing these emotions to avoid confronting your uncomfortable truths, and potentially even projecting your insecurities onto others in the form of criticisms and unrealistic expectations. You are being encouraged to take this time to reflect, address the unhealed traumas, and embrace the new to adopt a new perspective to the heartbreak you've experienced. This is an opportunity to find great wisdom by practicing self-love and healing any wounds from past relationships. Be responsible for your own emotions and how they may have played a a part in negatively impacting past relationships as well. You must shift your reality to match your desires and pursue what you want with courage and enthusiasm, as your positive momentum will eventually put you at the right place & right time for something better.

[spookberry]

Hi I just want to say that I love you so platonically for the Rose Quartz rant. Yes. Just Yes. Thank you so much for writing it out You Get It

I don't understand how other people Don't get it like??? it's the most comprehensible thing in the world. Like if you're gonna hate her at least hate her for the actual dumb shit she did like leaving spinel or hiding bismuth or I'd even accept if someone didn't like her for what she did to volleyball or having hid her identity and forced pearl to keep the secret like that.

but hating her cuz she *checks notes*.... rebelled against the oppressive colonialist alien society???

[dy6nsty]

Sliding in with a request for you! I love the sleep token requests. I’m going through a breakup rn and wanted to see if you could do a sleep token HC on them helping reader through one🥺

I’m sorry to hear that, I hope you feel better soon <3

Sleep Token x GN! Reader /// Platonic, some serious & unserious scenarios.

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VESSEL:

To me I feel like he’d try to cheer you up with gifts, mainly trinkets too food and jewelry.

Anti-bed rotting. Dudes suddenly protesting against you sitting / laying in your bed for hours. Walk’s or anything to get you out of the house will do.

Comforting you though, he’s assuring you that the breakup wasn’t your fault and you’ll find someone better.

Let’s you know that you can talk to him if you need to. He’s always open to listen if you need someone to talk to.

Candles, but they’re fancy with rose quartz and meant for forgiving yourself. (These candles are also very nice and smell amazing, love it.)

When you talk to him he’ll make some poetic remarks or comparisons, like he always does but they’re very sweet :)

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II:

“They were ugly. Too ugly, Y/N.” Acting like a bit of a hater, but it’s funny in some sort of way. Talking the most about the person who broke up with you, praying on their downfall.

Late night walks, catching fireflies or doing something like exploring areas that are filled to brim of nature (like you’d see in movies), because he likes the idea of an uplifting setting.

Offers you two hit his drums if you have any pent up feelings of anger or sadness.

Type of guy to bring you a plant with a special meaning because he can be cheesy like that. What did he pick? Lotus Flowers.

Encourages you to attend fun events he planned out for the two of you, some being more social settings or some being the two of you.

II would most likely affirm you on how you did all you could, it wasn’t your fault, there will always be someone for you, you’re not alone, and more things to soothe your nerves.

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III:

Surprising you with your comfort foods and probably favorite drink, offering to watch rom coms with you.

He keeps an eye on you for the first few weeks but will only start to relax, unless he notices you’re still stress he’s doing all that helps. Until you’re better you’re deemed as healing to him.

He’s getting you a couple of new blankets or pillows, just for your comfort.

Opening your blinds and putting small things of lavender around your bedroom to help you relax and feel more refreshed.

Definitely not one to talk bad about your ex like II unless they were rather toxic or unhealthy. Regardless he’s supporting you the entire way.

He’s just a tad awkward when it comes to comforting but that doesn’t mean he won’t try. He’ll try to hug you, fulfill tasks for you, and more to lift the weight off your shoulders.

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IV:

Also one to bring food and watch movies with you. Maybe even do skincare or something else to make you happy.

Let’s you rant to him, what happened, what went wrong, and he’s on your side the entire time while you talk to him.

Suggest you lay down. But if you don’t want to he’ll be up and ready if you need someone to talk to if ur feeling under the weather.

Always recommending things to do with him: Going to parks, getting out, walking, seeing the sunset, really anything that’ll make you feel better.

Gives you brand new plushies. Crochet, stuffed, or even ones he tried to make himself that look awful.

Listening to sad music with you, or some random hyper music if that’s what you like. He’ll be with you through it all.

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[da-birb-writes-sometimes]

Though The Path May Be Long, I Shall Find You; Ruggie Bucchi

A path lies ahead, some are more treacherous than others. At the end of the winding, coloured footsteps is where they can rest; a bird directing them forward, made out of precious stone.

Main Character; Ruggie Bucchi

Supporting Roles; Grandma Bucchi, Rho (Ruggie's bird)

Content; Soulmate AU (I use the term soul match), gender-neutral reader, this can be read as platonic, familial, or romantic, hurt/comfort, I get emotional yet again about Ruggie, stressed reader

Content Warning; Ruggie's backstory (his mom's death and I mention childbirth, but describe nothing), self-doubt (reader), allusions of depression (reader), anxiety attacks (reader)

Word Count; 5 K

Do not put mine - or other creators' - works into AI; that shit steals.

Prologue & Leona's Story | Jack's Story

Ruggie was out with the adults, tagging along to collect honey to bring back to the village. He followed silently behind his grandmother, holding her hand. Ahead of them two birds flew ahead, honeyguides, singing their song to alert the beastmen that there was a hive ahead. A hive full of sweet honey, a rare treat saved for the elderly and the young of the village.

“You see those birds, Ruggie,” his grandmother nodded up to where the birds flew. “Those are honeyguides. Your mother…” The woman paused, taking in a calming breath. It’s been nearly five years since her daughter, her only child, had passed away due to complications from childbirth. Unfortunately, it was common for many first-time hyena beastmen to pass while delivering… and such a fate fell upon her. She shook her head, continuing with her tale. “Your mother, her messenger was a honeyguide.”

Ruggie looked up to his grandmother. “Mama had one of those birds?” He tried whistling the tune of their leading song, but it just came out as raspberries.

His grandmother chuckled and ruffled his hair. “Yes, and oh the trouble those two got into. How do you think I got all this grey hair?” She tugged at a few strands to prove her point. She did their whistle, going slowly so that Ruggie could practice alongside her. “Like this.”

Ruggie eventually got the call down and whistled towards the other adults, and the two honeyguides. “Gramma?” He tugged at her shirt. She looked down and picked him up, putting him up on her shoulders. “Do you think my messenger will be a honeyguide… just like Mama’s?”

She smiled bittersweetly, picturing the rose quartz bird that stood still by the only pictures she had of her daughter. “Hmm, maybe. But that’s for the winds to decide. Regardless though, they’ll bring you great happiness.”

“Gramma?” Ruggie placed his head on top of hers. “What’s your messenger? Did Mama meet her soul match? Did you meet yours?”

The birds stopped, as they arrived at the hive. The adults tasked with smoking the bees out got to their jobs, passing down honey from the rock crevice and putting aside some of the comb for the birds. This harvest looked like it would be enough to feed both the elders and the children, plus some extra left over for the harvesters.

Ruggie’s grandmother hummed to herself. “I think that’s a story for a later time, no? Now come on, try some of this honey, it’s the sweetest I’ve ever had in all my years.”

She never got her messenger. Never had been gifted a soul match by the King of Beasts or the southern winds. And her daughter had met her match, but then he left after her death; her messenger going still after her passing. Leaving the ageing woman all alone, with only a few photos, her daughter’s lifeless messenger, and Ruggie. The person who looked the most like her.

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The stars twinkled in the night sky, and Ruggie reached his hand out. “Hi, Mama,” he whispered. “I hope you’re doing okay up there in the stars… Tomorrow is my birthday ya know! I’m getting a messenger, just like you did!”

A gentle warm breeze caressed his face, and a shooting star raced against the deep indigo sky. Make a wish. Ruggie clamoured over the window, the breeze playing with his hair. He leaned against the frame, and closed his eyes. “Mama, if you’re up there listening… I wish that you could be my messenger. I know that I never got the chance to meet you, to get to know you, but I want to. I want to get to know you. And I know that you can’t be here, but … I love you, Mama.”

He cracked open his eyes and saw that the entire night sky was filled with shooting stars, a sign of a good omen. The warm breeze tickled his nose before going back out of the window. In the distance, he could hear a lone hyena calling out to its clan, but no one called back. He looked out into the sea of shooting stars and located the star he designated for his mom; an orange star, large, but not super noticeable. A warm amber amongst the darkness of the sky and pale blues of other stars.

He yawned and went back to his bed, clutching on to one of his mom’s old stuffies; a patched up warthog. “Good night, Mama, I love you.” He closed his eyes and was off to the land of dreams.

The light breeze was back, warm and carrying the scent of honey. It carried a small pink crystal bird with it, placing it gently at the foot of the bed, looking after Ruggie’s sleeping form. A honeyguide, much like his own late mother’s. It too being made out of pink crystal, but rhodochrosite, not rose quartz. A crystal meaning compassion, love, comfort, and happiness.

When Ruggie woke up he stared at the bird before cradling it gently to his heart. He walked to his grandmother’s door. “Look, gramma, it’s just like Mama’s!”

His grandmother hugged him, clutching on tightly to his back, tears rolling down her cheeks. Perhaps this life had been cruel to her, but she at least knew that her grandson, her only family, had someone out there. And that maybe, just maybe, her daughter was looking down from the stars smiling and looking out for her son.

…

…

…

Ruggie kept his messenger on him at all times. When he was wearing his dorm uniform, he kept the pink bird on a braided necklace that his grandmother made him for his fifth birthday, using some fabric from one of his mother’s old scarves. Whereas, when he was in the school uniform he kept it in his breast pocket, above his heart. And he would subconsciously check throughout the day to make sure that it was still there, a habit of his. 

It’s been four years, and yet the bird has yet to come to life. But Ruggie didn’t feel bitter, or sad. He knew that life wasn’t fair, he has witnessed that much. He has lived it, experienced that it wasn’t fair. Knew that it was something you could only make the best of. He also knew that he shouldn’t complain. He was thankful that he had at least something to match his mother. A symbol that she was always looking after him. So, even if the messenger never came to life, he could at least have an aspect of his mother. Thankful that there was at least a chance of him having a soul match out there, somewhere.

He hadn’t told his grandmother, as he didn’t want to bring a sense of sadness; had she not gone through enough? The last thing that he wanted to do was to bring more pain to the ageing woman’s heart. He just wanted her to be happy. She had done so much for him, sacrificed so much; the least he could do was give her some hope. That he could bring their family out of poverty. That he could get a well-paying job. That he could find happiness. That she needs not to worry about him. That he would be okay. That they would be okay.

Besides, the new school year was beginning and he was positive that would mean that Leona would give him odd jobs to do. But hey, money is money, and he wasn’t one to look a gift horse in the mouth, especially when said gift horse paid him graciously. 

So, Ruggie was busying himself by rearranging his room, placing the few personal belongings that he had in their spots. The photo of him and his grandmother, and next to it, the warthog plush that belonged to his mom. Everything else was hand-me-downs from Leona, or related to schoolwork. The only other personal things he had was the braided necklace, and of course, his messenger. He whistled the honeyguide call to himself, making sure everything was in place. Leona was off at the ceremony, so he basically had the day free to himself. He could probably go off and work some odd errands, but just for today, he would relax.

He closed his eyes and rubbed the wings of the stone bird. “I know you’re out there. I want to find you,” he sighed, holding the bird to his chest. “Let me find you.” He tried to fight off the drowsiness that was taking hold — it wasn’t even nighttime yet — but it won in the end, and he fell asleep.

As the sun set, and the waning moon rose, a warm breeze carried the scent of hibiscus flowers and honey, ruffling his hair. The stone bird tumbled out of Ruggie’s hand, falling gently onto the blankets. The breeze caressed it, and the stone honeyguide ruffled its feathers for the first time. It hopped upright and nestled in the sleeping hyena-beastman’s hair, singing its guiding call softly.

…

Ruggie stretched awake, the room still dark as the sun had not yet woken up for the day. The waning moon, and stars provided the only light, casting the room in blue and silver light. He walked over to the window and looked out, searching for his mom’s star. “Hi mom,” he said to the warm amber star up in the sky. A warm breeze tickled his ears, and he imagined it was her playing with them. “Can you show me a sign?” About my soul match?

Something shifted under the bedsheets, and Ruggie’s ears twitched at the noise. He crept over to the bed, and lifted up the sheet carefully, unsure of what it could be. Underneath the blanket was the stone honeyguide, twitching in its sleep.

His eyes widened, and he carefully scooped up the little bird, cradling it in his hands. After all of these years. After all of the hardships that he has endured. All of the uncertainty. His soul match was here. He took in a sharp breath, trying to control the well of emotions that had sprung forth; that his soul match was alive, and that maybe his mother, and not the King of Beasts, had sent him a sign. That he wouldn’t be alone in this life. But a lone tear traced down the planes of his face, dropping onto the bird.

This is your sign, take it, my love.

…

…

…

You didn’t know what to make of any of this. Being transported into some dimension and waking up in a coffin of all things. That you now live in a decrepit mansion with some cat-monster and ghosts. That magic existed and you had several life-endangering encounters with said magic. And that you now have a small bird made out of pink crystal, and that it was alive. That it could talk.

“You know,” the bird hopped onto your head, “I can’t explain more than you need to be privy to.” Their voice played in your mind, and you tried to ignore them, instead focusing on the tall stack of books about dimensions; trying to find a way home.

You waved a hand around, forcing the bird to take flight, landing on your desk. “I am well aware of that, since you dodge every single one of my questions,” you huff, flipping over the page since it had nothing relevant about your situation. It only said that giraffes were originally demons hailing from the Boiling Isles, wherever that was. This dimension had evil giraffes, but apparently your dimension without magic was far more ludicrous than that. Predictable. “So if you aren’t going to be helpful, just leave me alone. I don’t need your ‘help’.”

The bird gave you a bombastic glare, huffing to itself it went to a small dark brown leather bound journal with the gold insignia of a lion and a hornbill, placing it in front of you. “No need to get snippy with me. Here, read this, it should explain everything you need to know. I can’t do anything else pertaining to your questions now though, know that.” With that, the bird took off through the window, off to who knows where. 

You sighed, but focused on the journal they put in front of you and cracked open the centuries old leather.

Of all the magic there is in Twisted Wonderland, the most coveted, the most revered, is the magic of soul matches. These matches come in many different forms, different for every person. Platonic. Familial. Romantic. Those are the most common. For the merfolk it is a song that only they can hear, their match tugging at their soul. Gifted to them by the benevolence of the Sea Witch. For fae it is yet to be revealed, as they are a secretive lot. Fearing that should anyone outside of their clan know that that information would be used against them. All that is known by outsiders is that they were gifted from the Thorn Fairy, a blessing. As for beastmen, and anyone hailing from the Sunset Savanaclaw, they were gifted bird messengers made from precious stone. It is said the crystal represents what their match will bring to them. And once they feel that they are ready, a glowing path of footsteps will lead them to their match. The birds will dance, and then they will know that they have found each other.

You placed the journal back down, brows creasing. You weren’t from the Sunset Savannah, let alone this dimension in the first place. How on Earth do you have a messenger? Why do you have a messenger? And what did it mean? I’m not ready for this… I don’t think I’ll ever be.

…

…

Ruggie had formed a friendship with his bird, and he even gave her a name; Rho. She doted over him, and her voice was what he imagined his mother’s was like; confident, caring, and warm. And even though he had a friendship with her, he has yet to see the glowing footsteps. He was more than ready to meet them, so it must mean that his soul match, whoever they were, wasn’t. 

“It’s unlike you to dwell on possibilities,” Rho said, landing on his shoulder, returning from one of her daily flights. “Uncertainty clouds your mind, much as the smoke from a brush fire does. Clogging out any possible light from the bright sun that lies beyond the thick smoke.” Rho also happened to be quite poetic and… concerning? But she was sweet, so he ignored the cryptic verses.

Ruggie shook his head, trying to centre his mind. “Hmm? Just thinking is all. Ya don’t need to worry about me, Rho. Shishishi!” But she was right, as his mind tended to go down the more pessimistic path.

What if his soul match was never ready? What if they didn’t want to find him? What if they would reject him after finding out about the cards he was dealt in life? Would they stay by his side as he pulled himself, his family, and his community out of poverty? Would they… would they be like his ‘dad’ and ditch him in hopes of better prospects elsewhere, never to come back? To leave him behind? Leaving him alone to take care of everything, with no one to turn to for support?

Rho sighed, and hopped onto his head, ruffling his hair. “See, uncertainty. A tree cannot grow if it does not receive sunlight. And you cannot grow if you doubt yourself.”

He rolled his eyes, but she was right, as per usual. “Yeah yeah, I know,” he sounded relaxed but he took the words to heart. It’s something his grandma would also tell him, albeit she would get straight to the point. Something like, Quit doubting yourself. You are more than capable. Plus I love ya, and that’s what matters!

But Rho looked unconvinced. “If you want, I can go… persuade their bird to encourage them to meet you.”

“Thought that was against the rules though?” Messengers aren’t allowed to disclose any information that could change their match’s mind on whether they wanted to meet or not. He had no idea why, but it was seen as a big no-no. “Didn’t take you as the rule breaking type.”

Rho flitted down to the windowsill, looking out into the Savanaclaw Dorm exterior. “As long as I don’t let anything slip, it is fine. A gentle nudge if you will. And technically, I am breaking no rules. Just paying a visit to my counterpart to discuss their progress. That is all.”

Ruggie raised a brow, chuckling to himself. “Shishishi, you’re a horrible liar,” he poked her on the nose. “Just don’t get caught, okay?”

Rho nipped at him and took off into flight. “Need not to worry.” She didn’t add her own thought, which was I’m unsure if they will be able to see me or not. It’s been several weeks since they arrived and I’ve seen no sign of them.

…

The bird has persisted to follow you everywhere you went; to all your classes, and you had to kick it out of the washroom on several occasions as well. Everywhere. And they. Would. Not. Shut. Up.

“Hey! Hey! You really need to find them!” They pulled at your uniform, trying to get your attention. “Hellooooo! Are you even listening to me?”

Unfortunately, yes. All you wanted to do was get back home. Yes, you have made friends here. You had fun. But you didn’t belong here, or least, you felt like you didn’t belong. The magicless Prefect from another, magicless, dimension. The closest thing you could even call family here would be Grim, and the three main ghosts who are still tethered to the Ramshackle Dorm. Stuck here without any clear way out, much like you are.

You glared at the bird, looking away from the nth book about different dimensions, still finding dillidy squat. “Yes,” you pinch the bridge of your nose, “I heard you the first time. But until I find answers, they can wait. They’ve waited this long, I can survive without them.”

The bird plopped itself onto the book, effectively preventing you from reading any further. “Exactly. They’ve waited for this long. They thought that there was no one out there for them. I know that you’re tired; tired of not getting answers. Tired of being treated as less than due to your situation. Tired of not knowing. But know this; there is someone who wants nothing more than to meet you. They don’t care that you don’t have magic. They don’t care that you’re from a different place. They just want to know you.”

That made you pause in your research, hands trembling. They were right. You are exhausted from everything. 

“Now now,” a second voice played in your head, the voice of a woman. But when you looked up you saw another crystal bird, the only thing differing it from yours was that it had more red and white bands. “No need to be nasty. Dear, come now. What is weighing so heavily on your mind?”

Unlike your bird, this newcomer was gentle, and didn’t prod you. They hopped forward, wiping a tear from your face. Since when had you started crying? But the few pebbles that were trying to hold together the dam came surging forward, and the new bird comforted you, wiping your tears away.

“Dear, you’ll be okay,” they said, handing you a tissue. “You don’t always have to be strong. There is no weakness in admitting that you need help. That not everything is okay. There is strength in that.”

The flood of emotions, of stress, of anxiety, of being overworked, of being everyone’s therapist calmed down from a raging torrent to a gentle trickle. Taking the tissue you blew your nose. “I don’t feel okay… I’m so,” you took in a choked breath, “tired.” It felt like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders, admitting to the truth. “I’m just so tired. I should be angry, but I’m just so tired.”

The bird put a wing on your face, holding it with care, with love. They had only just met you but have shown so much more kindness and empathy than anyone else during your stay. “Life has not been kind to you,” they said, rubbing grounding circles onto your palms, guiding your breathing. “You deserve to feel wanted. Deserve compassion. To be comforted when the dark clouds seem like they engulf all light. You deserve to be happy.”

“Why are you telling me all this,” you croaked, voice cracking. “I’ve ignored them-”

The pink bird shook their head, “No, you’ve been surviving, and adapting. But if you wish, if you are ready, you can find him.” They hopped back up to the open window, looking at you warmly. A soft breeze played with the ragged curtains, carrying the scent of honey, but also the smell of home. “Will you be alright?”

You rubbed at your nose, still feeling shaky but better. Not feeling like a water balloon about to burst. “I will be.”

The bird nodded, “Should you need anything do call. Your match calls me Rho.” They took flight, heading back to your match. And you could make out the faintest hints of glowing dandelion-yellow footsteps fading into the distance.

…

…

Ruggie had not had much free time for himself, being busy with schoolwork, lessons from Leona, and his normal workload alongside odd jobs to make some extra cash to send home. But even with the hustle and bustle, he had noticed the footsteps. They were faint, sometimes wavering, but they were there. It means that they’re open to meeting him, but not quite sure. Still some doubt in their mind.

“What did you tell them?” He looked up from the dishes he was scrubbing, filling in a shift at the Mostro Lounge.

Rho popped out from his breast pocket, climbing up to his shoulder. “That they aren’t alone. That they will be okay.”

Ruggie felt like there was something heavy in his throat. They feel alone? They aren’t okay? “Rho,” his grip on the plate that he was scrubbing tightened, and he forced himself to release it before he caused cracks. “What did you do? Where are they?”

“Ruggie, they will be okay. I told them words that they needed to hear. Affirming words.” Rho’s voice took on a more stern tone, which made Ruggie back off, but he still worried. “What did we say about dwelling on things outside of our control?”

Ruggie took in a deep breath, held it for a few seconds, and released, calming his mind. “That it’s like the smoke of a brush fire. That beyond the dark smoke, there is sky beyond it, and fresh air… this too will pass.”

Rho let out a guiding call, “Good-”

Ruggie quickly grabbed her and put Rho in his pocket, hearing the door from the kitchen open. He didn’t want someone to walk in and find him ‘talking to air’ and think he was slacking off. “How is everything goin’ on out there?” He got back to scrubbing dishes, covering up that he was previously not.

“Quiet,” you huffed, putting on an apron and coming to stand next to him. “Azul has been trying to butter me up into making a contract with him… again.” You shook your head, rolling your eyes, “But I reminded him of what happened last time and he left well enough alone.”

Ruggie relaxed, it was just you. “Heyya, Prefect. Long time no see? Decided you were too good for Savanaclaw, huh?” He teased, bumping his shoulder to yours.

You bumped him back. Ever since you had to crash at Savanaclaw, you had formed a friendship with the hyena-beastman. He didn’t hide behind a mask, he was authentic, and that put you at ease. “Pshh,” you swatted at him with a towel, “like you could really get rid of me that easily, gotta come over and bug Leona every now and then. Keep him humble.”

“Pftt,” Ruggie burst out laughing. “Yeah, ‘keep him humble’. Just as long as ya don’t mess with him too much, yeah? Remember, I usually do his work.” There was no bite, and he swatted you back. “These dishes won’t clean themselves, come one, before Azul finds us slackin’ off.”

You quirked a brow but got to work, you would rather do the dishes and make light conversation, or just enjoy the quiet, with Ruggie, than deal with rude customers or being roped into something. So you and Ruggie worked in relative silence, working on getting the large pile of dishes done. The only thing breaking the silence being the distinct whistle Ruggie did quietly.

“Just curious, but what kind of whistle is that?” You put down the large pan you were rinsing off, down to dry, turning to Ruggie.

Ruggie stopped, his left ear twitching. “Ah, it’s just something I picked up when I was younger.” But he could see the curiosity in your eyes, and he decided to humour you. “It’s a honeyguide call, a type of bird. We used to work with them back at home to collect honey.”

Why does it sound so familiar then? Where have I heard it before? “Could you show me how to do it?”

As Ruggie taught you how to make the call, the two of you failed to notice Rho slip out of his pocket, flying up to where your bird rested. “We should just tell them! Look! The footprints are right there! Are they that dense?!” They huffed.

Rho shook her head, “They will do so on their accord. For now, let them be. They’re happy.”

…

…

The footsteps were glowing brightly now, a bright, warm, dandelion yellow. Cheerful, playful, and happy. But you hadn’t followed them yet, doubt still on your mind. Why did someone else get to pick my soul match? Shouldn’t I have a say in this? But every time those doubts came forward, the other pink bird, Rho she said her name was, would come for a visit.

“Good day, Prefect. How are you faring today?” She hopped over to your desk where you had a book about this world open, reading about beastmen and Sunset Savannah cultural practices.

You placed a bookmark on the page you were on, which discussed the caste system. “Doing better. But, Rho?” You held out a finger, and she hopped on. “I’m curious; what kind of bird are you?”

Rho cocked her head, “Ah, I thought you knew. My dear, I am a honeyguide.” She let out a call.

“A honeyguide…” You froze in your seat. It’s a honeyguide call. You knew you had heard that call before, your own messenger waking you up every morning with it. Did that mean… was Ruggie your soul match? The honeyguide. The feeling that everything would work out for the better when you were around Ruggie. He just felt… correct to you. Like home.

You rushed towards the front door, Rho and your own honeyguide clutching onto your uniform for dear life. “AFTER ALL THESE MONTHS YOU CHANGE YOUR HEART?!” Your honeyguide shrieked, falling off.

“Hush you!” Rho scolded, sending off your messenger to find Ruggie. “I take it you connected the dots then? You don’t need to rush, dear.” She said.

You didn’t slow down though, if anything you sped up. “My match is Ruggie, isn’t he?” It was stated like a question, but you knew that it was a statement. “I’ve kept him waiting! Kept him out!” You knew a bit about what Ruggie’s life was like before attending Night Raven College. That fate had seemed to mock him… and you also mocked him unknowingly.

Rho pulled on your ear, pulling you out of your spiral. “You weren’t ready, you cannot and should not blame yourself! You were making the best out of your situation!” This was the first time that Rho had sounded upset.

You stopped your frantic pace, halting in the middle of the hallway. Students passed by, some giving you weird looks, but they continued on their way. But someone stopped, and stepped aside, watching.

“I hurt him!” You shouted, but no one but you, and your match could hear when you spoke to your birds. “Hasn’t he been hurt enough?”

The footsteps were blinding now, he couldn’t be far away.

“Doesn’t he deserve to be happy? Don’t I deserve to be happy?! Why should some long ago king dictate how we should be happy?! We didn’t ask for this! Any of this!” You were heaving, the dam of emotions breaking again, tears rushing down your face in full force. “Rho,” you whispered, “I just want a place to call home. It doesn’t need to be the one I knew. It doesn’t need to be fancy, or elaborate. It doesn’t even need to be a place. He feels like home, where I can rest.”

But Rho wasn’t there anymore, your bird was now on your shoulder, trying to move you forward. “Well, you can’t do that if you just stay there! MOVE!”

You looked up and the footsteps were gone, in front of you was Ruggie with Rho on his shoulder. You hiccupped, be it from crying, the emotions, or the shock that he was right there, within reach. “Did you hear all of that?”

Ruggie nodded, “Yeah, yeah I did.”

Rho and your messenger took flight, performing the soul match dance before Rho landed on your shoulder, and your bird landed on Ruggie’s. And they sang the honeyguide call, indicating that there was something sweet ahead.

“Come on,” he took you to an empty classroom, away from prying eyes. “Here, breathe with me. In; one, two, three.” You breathed in as he instructed. “Hold; one, two, three.” You held. “And out; one, two, three.” And you breathed out. “Better?” He caressed the knuckles of your hand gently.

You nodded. “Ruggie, I’m sor-”

He stopped you, smiling. “There’s nothing to be sorry about. What matters most is that we found each other… That we chose each other.”

Fin

Author's Note; I literally cried writing this (I was emotional at the time). Ruggie's story has been in my brain since I put his name on the list for this AU. It has haunted me for weeks. Have had the honeyguide song stuck in my head for years ever since I first heard it on Wild Kratts of all things. My favourite one I've written as of yet; up there with Jade's.

Tag; @leonistic

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[deathmetalangel]

Hi!

A friend of mine (aka that-kid-FromThePlayground) told me that you write for Steven Universe characters amazingly! So I'm here to request smth if that's okay ^^

What about platonic headcanons for Rose Quartz, Pearl, Rubi, Saphire and Garnet (sepparetly if it's possible) with an early teenager fem!pink pearl!reader (in between 11 and 14) who was abused by her owner and the gems didn't know that.

And one day she just breaks something and by seing the gem's disapointed or mad face she just breaks and falls to her knees asking for forgivenes and to not be punished in a very scared tone of voice.

(Yeah, my friend and I love angst as you can see '^^, mostly because it's our coping mecanism, and feel free to delete or ignore this ask if you're tired of angsty request)

GLIMPSES OF HER PAST (GEMS X F!READER/PLATONIC)

warnings: ptsd, mentions of abuse, i kinda filled this with my mommy issues (meh kinda but not really), mentions of “death”

reader was a gem they found poofed and trapped in some artifact and steven (or rose) freed her so now she lives with the gems, however she still hasn’t mentioned her past

sorry about the wait! i was just tying up some loose ends :/ but i’m back and better than ever hahaha

ROSE QUARTZ

- rose never pried into y/n’s past much she understood that as a pearl she was most likely unable to speak of her past owner as well

- so seeing her cowering on her knees in front of her just wrecked her

- as a diamond she was used to gems kneeling before her begging for their gems to be spared, but this was just on another level

- rose wasn’t even mad about it which is what surprised her the most

- while tears fall down y/n’s face rose just gently pulls her into a hug

- “shh. it’s okay. i won’t let anything happen to you, i promise.”

- rose had an inking about the true horrors of y/n’s last. she’d never speak to her about them in fear of upsetting the young gem

- however rose would protect her with everything she had

PEARL

- the shattering sound had interrupted her very long winded rant about sword technique

- when her head whipped around to see y/n she is quickly alerted before she even gets the chance to scold the gem

- y/n was shaking in her place before dropping to her knees and begging pearl for forgiveness

- pearl freezes not exactly knowing what to do

- “y/n, it’s just a vase.”

- when she hears her beg not to get shattered she stops in her tracks

- pearl lowers herself to the crying gems level and softens her face

- “i’m not mad. i promise. you’re okay y/n. everything is okay.”

- she almost wanted to cry seeing how genuinely terrified y/n was

- helps y/n clean up while gently reprimanding and comforting her

RUBY

- hotheaded as ever the shattering of glass caught ruby’s attention

- “just perfect! another thing i have to clean up!”

- she was already angry from a bad mission so her snapping was just her blowing off steam

- ruby quickly shuts up when she notices her crying softly

- y/n holds her gem defensively while begging not to get shattered

- ruby quickly burns out and starts to apologize

- “wha-what? no! i would never do that. i’m so sorry y/n. i was just overreacting!”

- tries her best to get y/n to calm down and it eventually works

- “geez kid what happened to you.”

SAPPHIRE

- despite how stoic she normally is y/n was still terrified of the gems still face

- the moment the vase breaks and sapphire turns around y/n immediately starts to panic

- breaks down in front of sapphire begging her not to get mad at her

- sapphire recoils slightly not seeing her react like that

- “y/n i had already foreseen it. it was an accident. i know that.”

- her reassurance does little for the gem who lets up on her crying only slightly

- sapphire tries to handle it as best she can without showing how worried she really was

- “i promise i’d never hurt you y/n. no one here would, but can you please tell me what happened to you before we found you?”

GARNET

- to say garnet didn't already for see the entire thing happening would be a lie

- yet she still couldn’t exactly find the right path to choose

- it wasn’t until the shattering of glass caught her attention

- y/n was already freaking out before she even said anything

- fat tears start to roll down her face as she begins to cry for mercy

- garnet simply walks forward and places her hand in her shoulder which freaks her out more and she cries harder

- “it is okay y/n. it was an inevitable, and mostly my mistake for not preventing it. please try and calm down.”

- garnet sits down on the floor with the crying gem and gently takes her hands

- “y/n please relax. you’re okay, i would never hurt you. and if you ever assumed i would i’m sorry for giving you that impression. just take a moment to breathe. i’m with you.”

- the motherly presence and love garnet had for the girl was so obvious and it did help her calm down

- garnet goes to get donuts with her :3

[summertimemusician]

Linktober Day 9

Deity

*sneezes after downing coffee* Well irl stuff got in the way so I'm way behind my original schedule for these and for Linktober but here we go with another arguably short one, fuelled purely by self indulgence, headcanons, spite against my linguist essays that kept me from keeping to schedule, severe sleep deprivation, a shout out to the Ender Lilies soundtrack and Majora's Mask soundtrack, and Nintendo for not clarifying anything about the lore so I'm snatching what I can and making it my own lol. Look, when you fíxate so much on details the Zelda team doesn't elaborate on you have to fill in the gaps with what you can.

As always can be read as romantic or platonic, technically in a LU context but not explicitly in it by itself.

The Lord of the Mountain liked hearing people sing.

In a way, it wasn’t a surprise, Hylia and the Golden Three each had their ballads and symphonies and minuets, each splendid and with cuts of their divinity in it, Farore was fond of lightning and forest alive minuets, and you could swear Farosh sparked just a bit brighter when one would him the beginnings of the Minuet of the Forest near their spring, Din was fond of boleros, fiery and alive and howling with the echo of flame touching earth that made a shine run through Dinraal’s scales, Nayru, in contrast, was much fonder of blizzard and river quiet serenades, the songs of contemplation at first snow ringing clear when Naydra curled around it’s spring, content to be free of Malice.

And of course Hylia had her ballads and lullabies, perfectly fitting to her display of divinity, of honey days and vast bird like wings, of ambered summers to come and to pass and dazzling solar storms of starlight and sunlight sparking through the human form of her descendants and heroes. So in a way, you weren’t surprised at all that the Lord of the Mountain – Satori, with a familiar touch of londsleite divinity, the hunt of the woodland beasts and diamondscar adoration for the Hero of the Wilds, similar in glory to the Light Spirits petrichor and vermeil fondness for the Hero of the Twilight – liked to listen to people sing. What you were surprised was how it attempted to follow along, it’s head across your lap the second you sat down in the clearing, a gentle hum on back of it’s throat, an owl’s cry and a cicada’s humming and faintly, chirring purring as presses it’s faces into your hands, a gentle request for petting.

It was adorable, even with the faint notes of the chill of clear spring water on winter and the livewire feeling of magic, like holding your hand too close to a flame but not quite touching it.

A low chuckle brushes against the back of your mind, a feeling like biting on ice, the prowl of a wild beast and the build up of lightning and light used to create his blade, the amused affection of a warrior reconvening with their brother in arms, you think you see the bone ivory of the Deity’s hair on the side of your vision, though you know he’s not physically there, ‘He likes you.’

You hum, gently patting behind it’s ears, pushing through the chill, gracefully not mentioning the burning with a smile at the mythic being’s faint chirring, birdsong and the wind through cherry blossoms that sparkle like rose quartz, “Well I quite like him too, I can see where it’s gentleness comes from.”

The ghost of a touch over your hair, the caress of lightning striking over your skin and the hair on the back of your neck pricking up and the crisp cold of winter, the chill of the ending and the flame of a new dawn, of new days, the phantom of magnolias and spring water on your tongue. The fragrance of pine, daffodils and blood soaked lilies on ashen fields on your senses, gentle and careful, marking but not claiming, ‘Only because it’s you, beloved. It’s not something easily given.’

You sigh, shakily composing yourself, you let yourself relax into the phantom sensation. Of hopes and dreams and healed suffering, of the divinity of hunt turned into protection and lightning given form, of tangled timelines and crystalized memories, “I know. It does not change my opinion, either way.”

To be the subject of a god’s care and regard was dangerous, after all. For the human and the deity in question, you know the stories from your world well, of the effects of Hylia on First and Sky, of Twilight and the personification of the Twilight Realm and the spirits of his land, of Wild and clawing from death’s embrace into that of the wilderness.

Knew how the fact the Fierce Deity’s mere proximity causing pain on those who changed him into hunting for hunt’s sake into protection for the sake of someone else cut deeper than even the ever encroaching entropy all beings must one day face. It was no wonder the Song of Healing was his creation, to want to ease the burden.

You gladly grant him some peace, in turn, even if it wasn’t much. It’s the least you can do, for always having his ways of watching over your heroes.

“Join me? We can make a duet.”

You feel more than see him shift, ephemeral, fleeting, gentle against the edges of your existence, as foreign to Hyrule as your own, sparking over your spine as you feel ozone and rust on your teeth. Satori is humming again to match the rumble of thunder in the man’s voice, the heralding of songs of war and elegies for the dead, ‘Of course, though I’m afraid I do not know many songs, besides…’

“It’s alright,”, you smile faintly, there’s a white ocarina in his hands, as he leans, a spectre against your side, “I’ll teach you some of my own, though you’ll have to forgive me if I don’t remember all the lyrics.”

‘It would be my honor to learn.’

You think he smiles, from the fluttering of something ancient and long forgotten against your side.

You sing to Satori and the Chain, a small respite of familiar and forgotten tunes, the Lord of the Mountain hums along. The Fierce Deity’s song cutting through any nightmares that may ail your heroes for another night.

When the dawn of a new day comes, the feeling of divinity against your skin feels just a bit more obvious, sinking into every crack of your being like a shroud, falling over your boys like a veil, reflecting the breath of eternity over Hyrule.

(First gives you a look that’s half exasperation, half understanding. Sky pointedly sticks to your side as Time looks you over, markings deep with vibrant color. You shrug with a helpless smile as you feel the lightest brushes of Hylia’s fond days of gold and starlit summers days against the Lord of the Mountains warm, luminous affection and the Fierce Deity’s smug, but content lonsdaleite smile.)

[dearest-painter]

They shall have fluff :3

In Era 3, when the diamonds turn good, steven and eric leads them to the temple and bring's out their bubbled, corrupted parents and tells them to undo what they have done to them.

The diamonds nod and unbubbles Corrupted! Dark Quartz and the diamonds look sad that they has done this to them.

After the diamonds, with the help of Steven as he has some of his mother's power, they uncorrupt Dark Quartz and they unfuse.

Rose Quartz and Darkiplier immediately go to comfort their children and tell them this won't happen ever again.

All they do all day is cuddle with their kids while Rose Quartz! Reader coos at them, saying she loves them so much and is never going to leave them again.

( fluff oneshot perhaps? Writing could be an idea )

TW/CW:Abusive behavior,abusive relationship, unhealthy behavior, unhealthy relationship,Yandere behavior, Just fluff, even if it’s fluff it’s a yandere AU so I’m adding everything for safety, Tell me if I need to add more

Summary:While not all wrongs can be fixed many of them can be fixed if you put yourself to it. When your given the opportunity to fix your wrongs, take it, as you don’t know if that’ll be your last time to do it

Steven didn’t like that the diamonds were here but they’ve ‘changed’ in their words. Eric and him were leading them to the temple to fix their wrongs but they’ll need to do more for them to make them forgive them. Soon they arrived in front of the corrupted Dark Quartz gem. “Fix what you’ve done to them” The diamonds nodded as they unbubbled Dark Quartz.

Seeing the corrupted Dark Quartz they all regretted it but they fixed their wrongs..they saw you and dark unfuse. “Steven! Eric!” “Oh thank goodness you two are safe!” You and dark immediately hugged your sons, happy to see them safe. Eric and Steven were crying in happiness as you smiled and wiped their tears. “We promise that this will never happen again” Steven and Eric nodded believing their parents.

For everyone it was odd to see Dark cuddling but they didn’t say anything as it was obvious he and his family needed this. Dark smiled as you whispered how much you loved your sons to them. “I love you both so much, I’m so happy I can call myself your mother. You two brighten my day. I love you two so much” your back to your cheerful self. While you might need some therapy your just happy to have your family again

[wisteriaiswriting]

Opening requests again!!

Thank you lot so much for waiting through my hiatus! But I should be back for a while, and with two new fandoms!

Indigo park (Check out the masterlist) and Steven Universe (Masterlist will be coming out shortly) with all available characters under the cut!

In SU I will write for;

[Younger] Steven

Garnet

Pearl

Amethyst

the Diamonds [White, yellow, blue and pink]

Rose Quartz

Peridot

Lapis

Jasper

Bismuth

Any of the fusions [Any involving Steven/Connie are only platonic, anyone else can be either platonic or romantic!]

[caged-morning-dove]

Intro

The eldest sister of Sunday and Robin, Dove never believed in The Family or Gopher Wood.

After a falling out with both Gopher Wood and Sunday, she defected from The Family and left Penacony entirely, eventually finding her way onto the Astral Express.

Sunday didn't exactly approve of her before she left. She'd gotten many, many piercings, a large tattoo on her arm trailing up to her neck, and overall had started distancing herself from The Family more and more until the argument came.

However, she never truly kept her eyes off of Sunday and Robin. She couldn't, her instincts as an older sister prevented her from completely cutting them off. So she watched them in secret, kept tabs on her precious siblings.

Her Little Morning Doves, as she would call them.

Tags

#🕊outside the cage = interactions/asks

#🕊my sweet morning doves = interactions with/about both Sunday and Robin

#🕊avert your eyes = triggering topics

#🕊and on the seventh day = ooc/mod stuff

#🕊feather in the wind = reblogs

More to come!

Character Relationships

Sunday, her younger brother. The last time she saw him before she defected from Penacony, she had gotten into an argument with him and Gopher Wood.

Robin, her little sister. She didn't see her the day she defected from Penacony, so she's missed her very much.

Caelus/Stelle (Trailblazer), good friends. She had been part of the Astral Express crew for about 5 years already when they came around, and they get along fairly well with her. She calls them a trash panda affectionately.

March 7th, good friends. She sees her as a younger sister, and loves to take photos with her. She has a whole album full of pictures March has taken. She won't make the mistake of forgetting how they look again.

Dan Heng, very good friends. They have a strange platonic chemistry together. Dan Heng is curious about the Halovian species, and Dove enjoys his comforting silent presence. They often sit in the passenger car at night when they both have nightmares, just silently sitting together. She couldn't bear to burden him with her struggles after learning of his own.

Himeko, mother figure. She didn't have a mother figure she could remember, and Himeko acts like what she expected a mother to act like. She doesn't want to cling to her but it's so hard not to. She misses her mama.

Welt Yang, somewhat of a father figure. She finds him easy to talk to and have intelligent, civil discussions with. The complete opposite of what she had with Gopher Wood.

Mr. Reca, good friends and lovers. She's not even sure how she fell for him. His enthusiasm drew her in. Not to mention how good at acting she is, that caught his attention. If only he knew how she got so good.

Aventurine, good friends. They met and got to know each other through Sunday. She admires his personality and his relentless "optimism". She also sees how they both broke out of gilded cages.

More to come!

Rules

Just please don't be weird

Mod is 18, and runs @the-stars-guide-me and @heart-of-roses-and-quartz so the look of this blog isn't plagiarized!

Feel free to chat!

[kruxband]

f/o headcanons thingy!!!!

krux (romantic)

68 years old

egyptian + filipino + swedish

genderqueer trans man (he/him)

bisexual

anniversary is august 12, 2021

rose quartz (romantic)

6000+ years old

south korean

xenogender hoarder (she/her)

bisexual or pansexual (not sure which is canon)

anniversary is august 18, 2023

chick hicks (queerplatonic)

47 years old

japanese + white american

genderqueer & genderfluid (he/him)

aromantic bisexual

anniversary is october 4, 2023

tow mater (platonic)

60 years old

filipino-american

transmasc (he/it)

cupioromantic bisexual

anniversary is january 5, 2024

deano (romantic)

28 years old

italian (canon) with ghanaian roots

gnc transfem bigender (he/she)

demiromantic bisexual

anniversary is january 15, 2024

akari (romantic)

29 years old

japanese (canon)

agender (she/they)

biromantic fraysexual

anniversary is january 15, 2024

popping candy cookie (queerplatonic)

26 years old

south korean (canon/coded)

xenogender trans woman (any pronouns)

aroace bi

anniversary is march 8, 2024

strip "the king" weathers (romantic)

62 years old

ashkenazi jewish american

nonbinary (they/he)

unlabeled sexuality

anniversary is may 31, 2024

loki odinson (romantic)

1050+ years old

nordic (canon)

genderfluid (canon) (it/he/she)

bi (canon) & aroace-spec

anniversary is july 15, 2024

[echoes-lighthouse]

F/O Masterlist

Okay, I'm at the point where I'm going to have to make The Big List. So this is just a list of everyone that I conceivably might post selfship content about, so if people need to block tags or ask me in advance to tag things, you're aware of the possibility! I'll do my best to update this and let folks know when it's been updated.

This is specifically a list of my romantic or semi-romantic f/os, since those are the ones people usually care about blocking. Maybe I will make a separate list for platonic/familial selfships!

Organized alphabetically by source: let's go!

Primaries

(I Have Posted About Them Before And I Will Likely Post Again)

Tate Langdon (American Horror Story - #my ghost boy), miscellaneous sideships with other Season 1 ghosts

Grell Sutcliffe (Black Butler - #don't fear the reaper)

Toshinori Yagi (BNHA- #sunflower time)

Shigaraki Tomura (BNHA- #my gamer boy)

Himiko Toga (BNHA - #bestie hours), includes a LoV polycule with Shigaraki, Spinner, Magne, Mr. Compress, Dabi, and maybe Kurogiri

Alex (Clockwork Orange - #clockwork siblings)

Penelope Garcia (Criminal Minds - tag TBD)

Jester Lavorre (Critical Role- #my sweetling)

Monokuma (Danganronpa- #my evil lil bear)

The Joker (DC/TDK - #the lover who laughs)

Dirk Strider (Homestuck - #heart of hearts)

Vox and Valentino (Hazbin Hotel - #digital poison), includes sex work with most of the main cast

Emberlynn (Helluva Boss - tag TBD)

Stolas (Helluva Boss - #secrets of the stars)

Armand, Gabrielle, Lestat, Louis, Daniel (Interview With The Vampire - #messy vampire polycule)

Val Frizzle (Magic School Bus - #val <3)

Gertrude Robinson (The Magnus Archives - #archivist my archivist)

Jonah Magnus (The Magnus Archives - #eyes on you)

Mary Poppins (Mary Poppins - #mary and me)

Jack Skellington (Nightmare Before Christmas - #my skeleman)

Zero Rick Sanchez (Pocket Mortys - #waiting in the stars), may include other Ricks as the mood takes me

Death (Sandman - #death becomes them)

Delirium (Sandman - #eyestrain pals)

Cecil and Kevin (WTNV - #listener and watcher)

Tumblr (Miscellanious Sources - #beloved hellsite)

Non-Primaries

(content about these is rare or hasn't happened yet, but it might! None have tags assigned yet, but I'll assign them if you ask.)

Garfield the Deals Warlock (The Adventure Zone)

Iroh (ATLA)

Tsuyu Asui (BNHA)

Nezu (BNHA)

Aizawa Shota (BNHA) only in a hook-up sense but still worth mentioning

Laudna and Imogen (Critical Role), currently on hold because I only got 10 episodes into C3

Hoid (Cosmere)

Celeste, Junko, Toko (Danganronpa 1)

Eventually I'll get through the other Danganronpa games and add f/os from those as well

L (Death Note)

Queen (Deltarune)

Judge Frollo (Disney's Notre Dame)

Captain Hook (Live Action Peter Pan)

Yuri (Doki Doki Literature Club)

Oswalda Cobblepots (DC)

Thirteenth Doctor (Doctor Who)

TARDIS (Doctor Who: my partner ships with her, not me, but I might post content for them)

Fandomstuck f/os are still to be determined

Sun/Moon (FNAF:SB)

Glamrock Chica (FNAF:SB)

The Creation (Frankenstein)

Garfield (Garfield)

Miku Binder Thomas Jefferson (Hamilton adjacent?? - #insufferable pokelovers)

Minerva McGonagall (Harry Potter)

Severus Snape (Harry Potter)

Honestly the entire Homestuck cast is a possibility for me

The Devil (The Imaginarium of Dr. Parnassus)

Persephone (Lore Olympus)

Jonathan Sims (The Magnus Archives)

Michael (The Magnus Archives)

Minecraft Villager OC

Bert, Ernie, Gonzo (The Muppets)

Mae Borowski (Night In The Woods)

Haruhi Fujioka (OHSHC)

Calypso (Pirates of the Caribbean)

Erik (POTO)

Christine Daae(POTO)

Desire (Sandman)

Trencil (Smile For Me)

Rose Quartz (Steven Universe)

Charlie Bradbury (Supernatural)

Rorschach (Watchmen)