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SO I WROTE A THING FOR @sm-baby I would say enjoy BUT I ALREADY KNOW YOU DID FROM DISCORD AND IM SO HAPPY FOR IT

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(A little drabble about tm(n)t Leo for @nerves-nebula!)

Leo had a basket.

It was big and it was empty, but not for long.

He tugged on the strings of this blue hoodie.

He could see people push through other people, cars trek by, the wind dancing between the cars as though even the slightest nudge could topple the metal barrier.

He shivered. He had stuff to do.

He took to the rooftops, bag in hand. Trained, steady feet patter quickly across- building by building- the smells of some kind of food-filled district wafting into the air.

He knew what he was looking for.

Leo had a basket.

And soon, the area he was waiting for invited him in with the promise of the warmth from his home once he's done.

The scent of Donnie's favourite foods hugged the air.

He skillfully dropped down from the rooftops into another alleyway. He pulled on the strings to tighten the hoodie around his face. Not that he wasn't beautiful- he knew he looked absolutely gorgeous. But humans would focus on the fact he's a giant turtle more.

But he wouldn't mind wearing something a bit more open and everywhere right now. Just right now. To go into a crowd of people, wearing delicate and soft fabrics, a skirt spilling out on the floor like a pile of swans-

The idea faded fast, and he felt gross.

He just wanted to get this done already.

Leo had a basket.

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A gentle knock at Donnie's door startles him, a few of his papers being thrown in the air by his full body flinch. He turns, expecting to see someone come in, but no one did. Odd.

Donnie- ever curious- stands and opens his door (an uncommon occurrence, too used to people barging in uninvited) to find a basket.

It's filled with food. All for him, in a purple basket. Some of his safe foods, all delicately placed atop one another.

Mikey is a loud sparkling presence, and Leo is a blistering passion. Only Raph could have done this.

He'll remember to thank him later.

Donnie had a basket.

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@sm-baby I wrote u a fic, if you're willing to read it

The title makes it sound so much prettier than it is. Maybe I should write them dancing next time. I did use one of those dance skins as an outfit, after all.

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The waters were calm.

He was not.

It felt solid

He was not.

Each step rippled the water

They felt it in their soul.

Donnie fell,

He reached out in anger.

Leo fell,

Grasping the water.

A breach-

Donnie ripped through the barrier.

He let his fingers twirl into a soft, familiar, ghostly fabric and yank.

"You're coming with me and it's not up for discussion!"

What was shock faded away as he was embraced by strong and healthy arms.

He felt more solid then he had in ages.

As they fell,

They woke up.

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@somerandomdudelmao

I've been following your series for a while, ever since it started, and I've always wanted to make some fanart. So I did a double! A poem-esc thing that wasn't entirely a poem, and an artwork that's based off of the image where Leo's looking down as well as how their postures mimicked each other when they were both separated. I basically just made Tello do the same close up shot. (I took some artistic liberties ofc, because I cannot draw that well). I hope you like it!

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"Connie, I don't like this."

"I know."

Steven played with the little tutu-like ends of what he would dub the shortest skirt-like thing in the world. He wasn't all too into fashion, not even knowing where the majority of his clothes even came from, so he didn't know what it was called. Though it isn't really like he cared much about it, especially with what was going on. "This feels wrong."

"What does?"

"This!" Gesturing to himself, his voice raises a little. "I'm wearing my dead mom's, or at least a replica of my dead mom's, clothes! And using their memories of her against them!" He sighs. "I know I'm doing it for a reason and all, but it still feels so wrong in more ways than one. Like, disrespecting the dead kinda ways, and lying to people who are literally grieving over her ways." A shiver runs up his spine, and he clenches his hand over his gem. "But even if I do try and tell them the truth, they're in denial, they still think I'm Pink and call me Pink anyways." Steven looks drained. He's been on Homeworld for days now. Luckily, they've been supplying 'her pet' food from the Human Zoo. Steven hasn't had anything for those few days in Homeworld, because he's a gem. He doesn't need food. Except he's half organic, and his stomach has been giving him a hard time since day 3. At least what he thinks was his third day there. Homeworld's cycles were different to Earth, so he had no direct connection for time. Connie's phone had long ran out of battery now, so no luck there. In general, he was just in pretty bad shape with a sleeping scheduale so messed up, he probably switches from sleeping at the morning, noon and afternoon on the daily. Not like he could tell.

There wasn't usually much company in Pink's room- his room- other than the pebbles, Pearl and Connie. Though sometimes Pearl would have to leave, and Connie was taken somewhere else sometimes, usually to eat or maybe for something else. The pebbles where the only ones that never left. Even so, they still only came out when no one else was around. This left him feeling like he wanted some actual alone time, but at the same time not wanting to be without another friend to talk to, and the feelings conflicted.

Sometimes the diamonds visited him or called him with them when they weren't busy, mainly Blue. Honestly, she was the nicer one at the surface. Sometimes she even called him 'Steven'. Though she still things it as a silly little game, he appreciates that she sometimes 'plays along'. Her voice is always so soft. Especially her singing voice. Despite this, Blue has made Steven cry a lot, though that's mostly thanks to her powers to spread her sadness to others. Blue has been showing Steven a lot, like live feed of colonies while explaining what everything is and what everyone does, hoping it'd rejog 'her' memory of when she drilled 'her' on colonies. Nothing came to him, obviously, but she's still telling it to him anyways for future reference. Though he silently hopes that it'll be information he never has to use, he doesn't want to colonize anything. Luckily, he has a lot of time, since they're probably going to make sure he's 100% safe with many guards and stationing him with a colony nearer to one of hers. Not to mention it'll be centuries before they'd set him out with one anyways, at least he assumes. So he doesn't understand why Blue is telling him any of this.

In complete contrast to Blue, Yellow is not the emotional type. Sometimes she brings Steven into her area when she's working on a colony to show Steven what she does and how to know she's busy. He doesn't understand why Yellow shows him that stuff either, future reference probably. Though Yellow doesn't make him cry with any powers, she sure manages to make him tear up and bawl at the sight of fresh gem shards, something Blue never shows him and even makes a point to hide, or at least not include him. Steven was glad for that though, because he hated seeing gems shattered for the simplest mistake, especially when it's something that they change even control. Yellow can be pleasant though, sometimes.

Honestly, he could go on and on about the diamonds. Though all his rants are kept locked up in his head. Sometimes, he internally speaks for so long, he kind of zones out. Steven jumped at the sudden feeling of a hand on his leg. It's just Connie. "Everything will be alright, Steven. We've got this; you've got this. Even if they're in denial, I'm positive you can do it, you can make them see you for you, and you can make them see something better than this rule." Connie gives him a genuine smile, filled with hope and determination. Although small, it brings a smile to his face.

"Yea... Yea! We've got this!" Of course, Steven is forcing it through.

Connie opens her mouth to say something, a small chime interrupting her. "The diamond chime."

"What does it mean?" Connie wasn't around the other times it went off.

"A diamond, or their Pearl, is here. I think it's Blue." Pearl usually told him who it was, so he never bothered to memorize which chime belonged to which diamond, but she wasn't here right now. He vaguely remembered Yellow's though- being the first diamond chime he heard- and this sounded different to it. And low and behold, as the door opened, Blue Pearl stood in a salute.

"Pink Diamond, my diamond has requested your presence." Blue Pearl's voice was always so calm.

"Can Connie come too?"

"My apologies, but no, Pink Diamond. Once you have arrived to my Diamond, your pet will be escorted somewhere else until your return." This made Steven uncomfortable, but he couldn't protest, since Blue probably told her Pearl that Connie couldn't come. A small sigh escapes him before he could bite it back.

"C'mon Connie, let's go." And just like that, he looked dry and dead again. He follow Blue Pearl and occasionally whispers to Connie until they depart.

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(Little breather piece of writing after a hard hit of a case of writer's block.)

Oh how she wished she could've done more.

Grief, and grief, and grief. They spilled from her eyes and splattered onto the ground. Facing her, as a a cruel reminder, was her palenquin. Pink was gone. And Pink had been gone, for thousands of years. Shattered by her own. It played in Blue's mind like some sort of movie. She wasn't there to witness it, but she could imagine from what she had been told. A sword thrusted into the gem of an almighty diamond, gleaming with power and smiles that were split into several different pieces. That made her loath the failed colony, for something other than its failure. The fact that this planet had been the one she had been shattered on. A fate so horrid. Despite the jaspers, the rubies, the quartzes present, none could stop that terrible Rose Quartz from her attack. Except, maybe someone could've.

It was clear who was to blame for Pink's fate, save for the obvious defect. It was Blue. It was herself. She knew Pink wasn't ready, but she caved. They all caved. The thought that they could've stopped it clawed at the back of her mind. She wished she could truly tell herself that nothing could've saved the precious diamond from her demise, but it would be a lie. She should of known. And even then, she had sapphires! Even if the threat of shattering was not set in stone, it would have been better to be safe than sorry. But of course, no. Even Yellow was confident that everything would have been fine. If only I could just go back and warn myself of this future, Pink-less and dry and tearful. But alas, she knew she couldn't. Any idea as to a possible way was wiped clean from her mind, being replaced by scribbles of sadness and clouds of misty thoughts and memories. Blue knew she should probably get going by now, but she lingered, letting her tears fall. I should've done more.

She feels the absence of her Pearl beside her. Looking over, she is near a few of this planet's vegetation. "What are you doing?

"I thought I heard something." Her reply, as always, is with a soft tone. She could hear whispers and shuffles from behind a bush, though if it was small enough to hide with the bush it was hardly a threat. Either way, they were not alone, but it did not matter much to her, unlike Pink.

Oh Pink, how I wish I could've done more...

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Fear

And the clock goes tick.

It's calm. It's quiet. It's late. The muffled hum of moving cars outside in the otherwise silent night keep you company. You breath. But you're tense, and you don't know why. Every move makes your bed cry out. Everything feels uneven. You're not even sure what that means. Nothing is happening, but you don't feel bored. You lay on your bed and look up to the ceiling, it makes a funny pattern, it almost looks like person, a drawing. Stargazing at paint frozen in a state where it looks as if it could drip off the ceiling.

You freeze as you stare, and it stares back. It's dark, but you can still see it. It's faint lines contort into something horrifying. Looking too much, thinking too much, mind racing to so many things. It will hurt you. You will get hurt. It is dangerous, MOVE. You're frozen. You can't even muster up a single tear. 'But it's just a picture,' you'd strain. 'It's not real!' But you can't speak. Your mouth doesn't even open, words clog up your throat. You're not safe. It grows bigger and bigger, reaching out for you, almost screaming as it stops looking like something and starts looking like everything and nothing. But if it were to screech, it would fall on deaf ears as the whole world had already fallen silent. No cars, no breathing, no creak of the bed, it's too silent it's too dangerous what are you doing MOVE.

And the clock goes tock.

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Rain. Whenever Peridot went to look across lands populated by millions of earthlings, she found there to always be less than usual when rain came about. She watched as children jumped in puddles with their friends or family, and people put their hoods up to sheild from the gorgeous tears of the sky. Or as people took out their umbrellas, and maybe even share it with another fellow human, or a pet. It was almost fascinating, how so many talked so highly of rain, yet they still choose to hide away from it. And the fact that they used umbrellas not to fight, but to simply put over their heads and let beads of water fall around them. Though some humans use them with the sun, too. She blinks as she stares into the miserable clouds, sitting in the safety of the barn while remembering how strange humans can be.

The rain reminds Peridot of Steven, in a way. She remembers it clearer than a summer's sky, drowning in the radiance of the sun as if it were a diamond. The crash of noise erupting, with small specs falling from the sky.

"It's happening!"

"What!?"

"The clusteeeeeerrrrr!"

"Really!?"

"What else could be making that horrible-" CRASH. "AAAAAH! It's mounding on the earth from the inside... this is it. This is the end of the woooorld!"

A small smile creeps onto her face. Peridot stands up and opens the palm of her hand, leading it just outside of the barn and letting the rain hit her physical form.

"So scalding liquid pours down from the sky?"

"No, no, it's just water. It can't hurt you. Here, why don't I just... show you?"

She giggles a little. She used to be outright frightened of rain. It's not like she hadn't seen water before. She's been drenched multiple times! Maybe it was just in the moment, because the cluster was threatening to end this planet and her life during that time. Or maybe, it was just fear of the unknown. The what-ifs. Surprisingly, she can't recall. A part of her is glad she can't, though.

"Look, I'm okay, it's just water! This is just something that happens on Earth! Isn't it cool?"

He looked so free as he ran in the rain, rolling in mud and laughing. She didn't understand it at first. But now, she finds comfort in it. She steps out the barn, and takes a deep breath as she listens to the beads crash into the ground. It feels calm. She basks in the moment of complete serenity. How could she have ever been scared?

"...Cool."

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(I jave done 2 prompts, botj of tje same story! I really wanna make tjis story a tjing, I like it a lot, but tjere are too many jurdles unfortunately, wjicj is annoying. Won't stop me from writing it till I give up on tje idea tji! Enjoy! Tjis is kinda far in said story. Prompts botj from @writing-is-ruining-my-life! I wonder wjat people could get from tjis, wjat tjey would tjink tje cjaracters are like and sucj witj a fuller picture... Oj well, if anyone reads tjis, I jope you enjoy!)

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"Highly, please!"

Hivemind's pleading eyes stare into the white sclera of her friend's. In her hand, she was shakily clutching a butcher's knife. "We can just... talk! I'm sure they can be reasoned with!" Her free hand waves about with her words, as if trying to cast a spell of understanding on Highly. But it fails, as they look forward with a frustrated glare. "They cannot. We have tried, you have seen and even done, our efforts are found wasted on that dangerous thing."

"They're not a 'thing'!" She snaps, her rise of anger quickly retreating. "Please, we could come to a peaceful conclusion together!"

"No, we cannot." Their voices gains volume, starting to echo. "You saw what happened to Unorthodox. Beaten and sickeningly snapped as we turned on our heels and ran like chickens. He cannot even walk anymore, bedridden, he is. He has not gotten better in days- for all we know, he could be dying! And to even try to befriend what could very well have caused his demise is but utter stupidity, and an insult. Not to mention how likely it is to spell out demise as well! We are to put it down while it is weak. It is our best chance of surviving." Hivemind shakes her head.

"There's good in everyone! There's good in them! And even if you don't believe me, I'm not gonna just hand over the cleaver for you to do the job either! I am going to talk to her, we are going to solve this all out, and Unorthodox is going to be okay!" She yells, her voice straining at the last bit. Her hand tightens it's grip on the handle. Her demeanor speaks her resolve as she begins to move past Highly to the door in which they were chained in. They grab her by the wrists and pull her back, only managing to push her a few inches away from the door before she starts to fight back and push towards the door. "Why does it even matter if I fail or not! She's chained up, I'll be fine!"

"But you do not know that, she could be faking it until we have our guards down!"

And there begun their screaming match for why they should or shouldn't kill her.

What was only minutes felt like hours, the two in a constant stalemate as they were matching in power. But not for long. Highly spreads out her wings, white with the tips tainted in black, looking as if paint was thrown on it, and flapped in Hivemind's face. She closes her eyes and her grip slightly weakens, her ticklish nature not coming in handy as she slightly giggles with the ebony tips brushing against her. Highly took this chance to take Hivemind by her lavender scarf, spinning and launching her into the wall. A loud thud, followed by a crack (fortunately from the wall), followed the pained yelp that came. The butcher's knife now laid on the floor, having slipped out of her grasp. Highly wasted no time collecting it, literally looking down on her. Her wings were spread out, highlighted by the lightbulb above. "No- wait! Please! Highly please!"

"You cannot do what needs to be done. You are weak." Eyes clouded with thought and no doubt a slither of hesitation, her head turns back to the door. With a quick glance to Hivemind, she mouths an apology. One she knows will never be enough for shattering her merciful world, and soon her friend from long ago even if they were long gone long ago. Despite everything, she does not falter in her steps, each one filled with confidence and resolve. Behind her, she hears the pleas and cries of ever so desperate friend, all tuned out into mere muffles. The door opens with a creaks, the tiny box if light shining onto the one the room help captive. And by their stare of utter fear, the two were too loud and they heard. But it mattered not. The door shut with a slam, and a scream if horror rang through the small space. Outside, Hivemind's eyes widen as tears pool but do not fall. In her minds, there's a moment of silence and mourning for her lost companion all over the multiverse. Too bad she already lost them long ago.

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"Wjy did you do it?"

"I got tired of letting my friends die."

Highly's eyes were stuck on the ground, a frown etched across her face. And beside, sitting in the rock 'bench', an all to curious Scribbles. "I did not have a choice. If they got out, it would have spelt our doom. But she did not understand that, she wanted to talk to them."

"And I tjink we all remember jow tjat went." Her eyes look away.

"Yes... Badly." They take a deep breath, it comes out as a sigh. "You should have seen her face. I saw it. When I walked out of that room. She was horrified, a sobbing mess."

"Not like tjeir scream was tje quietist tjing tje world tjougj."

"Yea... She will not even look at me now, though. I want to talk to her about what happened. I want to apologise. But I do not know how when I am treated like the plague! I... do not think there is any coming back from this. She always believed we could go through everything without fighting- without hurting people- but that is not how the world works! Everybody gets hurt, even if the intent was to save! We could not have done anything for her friend. She was already too hurt to fix."

"...You say tjat, but are ya sure?" Highly's head swiftly snaps to Scribbles. "Wh- yes I am sure! We have dealt with every other adversary with kindness and mercy, but we tried kindness and mercy here, and that got Unorthodox on his death bed! We cannot talk our way out of everything, and we certainly could not talk our way out of that!"

"I'm not sayin' tjat talking is our go-to ticket or anytjin', I'm sayin' tjat I don't tjink tjey was beyond jelp."

"So what, I have just murdered someone for no reason? That I have stained my hands with blood that could have been civil!?" They stood up.

"No- wjat I mean is- agj, I can't explain it! Just- listen to me, Highly." Turning to look Highly in the eyes as much as one can when the other person doesn't have eyes (or at the very least pupils), she also stands. "Nobody is beyond jelp. Wjat's done jas been done, but now we look to tje future and don't repeat tje past. Hivemind is very upset, but tjat doesn't mean you two can't resolve tjis. Jowever, Hivemind doesn't jave to forgive you and you can't force jer or anytjing. Like jow tjougj you could do tjis again, you aren't required to. But just remember tjis for next time, maybe: nobody is beyond jelp. Now I may not be good at giving advice, in fact I'm awful at it! But I just jope tjere's sometjing in my words tjat'll jelp you or sometjing. And no, I wasn't implying you killed for notjing, but tjat tjere was anotjer way we could've at least tried." She sighs. She knew she wasn't a very good advice giver, but she had to try, right? A pit forms in her stomach, but she doesn't know why. And she'd rather not know. She lightly shakes her head in an attempt to make sure Highly doesn't notice, before resuming. "I jope you and Hivemind work it out, but remember tjat sje is not obligated to forgive you. Especially since ya kinda murdered jer old best bud." Highly just stares at Scribbles in thought. "Well, I gotta go now. Cya later, Highly!" Scribbles turns and begins to walk, leaving Highly alone with their thoughts. One awful thought kept bashing at her skull though. 'You are a murder, and you did it for nothing. Hivemind will never forgive you.' And they don't move, they know it's true. Hivemind will never forgive them, they will never have the bond they had before.

They were kinda glad Scribbles left, they needed some alone time anyway.

(Altogetjer, tjat makes 1375 words!)

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(Fair warning, my plant knowledge is next to notjing, so I jave no idea wjat I'm doing wjenever I'm talking abt tjem in any way.)

The Kindergarden; a place once full of life, sucked dry by invaders who turned a blind eye to it all.

And they planned to fix it.

Steven, Amethyst and Peridot all stood, equipment and such in hand or right next to them, looking across the dead land. It's walls of dirt and holes loomed above them, rogue and abandoned injectors gripped onto the sides, some holding their tears of loneliness yet also creation inside of them. The task, however daunting, interested the gems.

Peridot stepped forward, and her gem sparkled in her green knowledge and excitement.

"Listen up! We will be planting cast iron plants, plants that do not need much sunlight nor are specific with water, making them decent for this area."

Peridot continued to lecture the two on it's properties, much to their clear dismay. However, she did not realize, probably due to the fact that she was lost in her, as Amethyst would say, 'nerdy-ness'.

"Yo, P. Howzabout we actually get plantin' these thingys? The sooner, the better, right?"

"Ah, yes. My apologies." Peridot slowly floats a metal shovel in her hands. "Grab a shovel and get digging. Make sure to space them out evenly, or at least try."

She already knew the job would be a bit scrappy and it'd look rushed, even with all the time in the world. Especially when Amethyst and Steven were doing the job, since they loved playing around. By Peridot was no different. She knew she would most likely join them, and she was glad. She needed something to take their mind off of her. Off of Lapis. Oh stars, she misses her so much. They spent so much time together. They made morps in that barn together, which is now galaxies away by now. A few tears prick her eyes.

"Peridot?" Steven asked innocently. "Are you okay?"

He was always like that, at least how he acted. She doesn't know what truly goes on in his head, especially with everything that has happened to him from what she's heard and the few things she's seen. Maybe, underneath all those smiles, were cracks and cracks upon cracks of cries.

"Yea, sorry. Just thinking. Now, let's get digging. Have you guys stared yet?"

She smiles. She found planting at the barn fun. This could be something to take her mind off of her sorrow.

Steven points behind him, to Amethyst digging a second hole next to another one. Peridot walks over, Steven following close behind, and starts digging a hole roughly to same amount of space between them as the the first and second hole.

"D'ya think this is gonna work?" Amethyst picks at the hard dirt with her shovel.

"One flower managed to blossom despite the conditions. This place could come back to Earth as a beautiful piece of it. So we just gotta be hopeful, right?"

"...right!"

Steven's words poked at Peridot's metaphorical brain. She looked up.

Let's be hopeful that they'll come back to Earth, as a beautiful piece of it.