May 10, 2018 ~ sittingoverheredreaming ~ Leave a comment

Listen, Pink Diamond was absolutely an off color (she is way too small for a Diamond, and I bet some of her other traits are not exactly standard)

BUT the official line is that Diamonds Cannot Be Off color, Diamonds are perfect and flawless always, and so she was not cast out or shattered as is standard for lesser gems. Instead Pink was put in the position where the other Diamonds kept trying to get her to Be A Diamond while also believing she will always fail.

She had reason to rebel, but she was regrettably unaware that the stakes were lower for her than anyone else

She Loved You

May 9, 2018 ~ sittingoverheredreaming ~ Leave a comment

Short (665 word) piece about Pearl in light of A Single Pale Rose.

She’s the first person to tell you you could be something
more.

And the last to show you you never would be.

She gave you a sword and took you into a new world, bright
and free and sparkling with potential, she crossed your hands one over the
other and anchored you right where you started.

But she loved you.

She loved you.

She chose you.

She didn’t have to let a Pearl stand at her side. And she
could have had any Pearl.

But you were the Pearl
there, the voice in the quietest part of your heart whispers. And she may have needed—

No, she loved you. She gave you a choice, for most things.
You weren’t her Pearl, you belonged to no one. You belonged to her the way a
knight belongs to their lady, the way a soldier belongs to her country, the way
a lover—

She loved, you, didn’t she? She said you could be together,
when the dust cleared. A Pearl and a Diamond, who had ever heard of such a
thing! She lowered herself to be with you, she cast off her Diamond mantle and
broke down the system, every little bit she could, and—

And you look at her portrait, what you have left of her, and
you know in the quiet, tiny corner of your heart it was never for you. It wasn’t
for the good of any downtrodden gems. And you were only special because you
were a curiosity to her, and then you were special because of her secret and
her guilt. Her final order bound her to you.

But she loved you.

She loved you.

She loved the way you challenged her. She loved the way you
fought, with words and swords and hands, she loved the way you didn’t fight but
followed, she loved you enough to beg for your life on the battlefield, but
never to order you away.

She only gave orders
to save herself, your heart whispers, bitter and grateful all at once. You
needed the freedom and you needed the choice but at the same time surely—surely!—love would make it tempting.
Wouldn’t she want to save you, wouldn’t she—

But she knew, didn’t she? She knew that salvation by command
was no salvation at all.

Didn’t she?

You made the choice, didn’t you?

Sometimes, you think of other gems. Gems you fought, gems
you knew on Homeworld. My Diamond. My
love, my clarity. My Diamond. Love does not come on command, and yet…

And yet.

You fear you are no different. You followed your Diamond to
the ends of the Earth, nearly literally, and now… and now…

Sometimes, you feel grateful that she’s gone. Beneath the
grief, beneath everything inside you screaming for her to come back, there’s
relief. She chose to love someone else, she chose to love someone more. She
chose to give herself fully to something human. You don’t have to wonder
anymore. You don’t have to prove she loves you, you don’t have to prove
yourself worthy.

She loved you.

She loved you and it hurt you and it was never, ever enough.

You look away from her portrait, back towards where her son
sleeps upstairs. He’s something so different that her.

He loves you, and it hurts you in a different way.

He loves you, and sometimes it’s so quiet that you feel the
world stop for it.

This little boy loves you, not knowing he could own you, not
knowing you could serve him. He loves you, knowing the worst parts of you,
knowing the best parts of you.

And you love him. You’d fight the universe to keep him safe.
But it’s different, somehow. It doesn’t feel like fighting before.

You’re not his Pearl, and that feels real.

You love him, the way a mother loves her child.

You love him, and that’s enough.

You love him, and that makes everything else worth it.

January 9, 2016 ~ sittingoverheredreaming ~ Leave a comment

Okay. So. Given that Rose is most likely not Pink Diamond, but Pink Diamond is no longer a part of the Homeworld insignia, I’m wondering if it’s possible PD joined the rebellion. Later than Rose and Pearl and Garnet, and possibly as a deciding factor.

I mean, imagine. Rose was probably a member of her court, possibly high ranking. Maybe they knew each other, maybe they were friends, or even something more. Rose rebels, and PD is conflicted. What does she care for this little planet? And she is at the top of the gem society, everything Rose says is wrong with how they treat Pearls and other gems benefits her 100%. So she doesn’t join Rose right away. But it eats at her, that her friend is fighting a war– likely a losing war, given the numbers. And maybe the new ideals she upholds make sense.

In time, she can’t take it. She gathers gems, members of her court who come willingly. She thinks of Rose and asks for volunteers rather than demanding service. Some refuse, her Pearl included. PD departs to earth with a mismatch army.

That is threat enough to Homeworld, a Diamond turning against the others. But. Imagine if when she gets to earth, she defers to Rose. It’s her rebellion, after all. This is her cause and her war. Then Homeworld has to deal with a bigger threat to their social system than ever before. Pink Diamond must be crushed. She is, and after a long hard war so is most of her army. But Homeworld takes huge losses, and worse, the longer the fight goes on, the more whispers there are among gems, especially lower gems, about other ways things could be. So Rose wins her war. Homeworld retreats. Pink Diamond becomes a myth, an example for young gems of what can happen if they question the status quo.