which, truthfully, wasn't fully true
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jasker:

*o* moth.. drawn to her flame………… 

nanakobanana:

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In the name of Rose Quartz!

toxicgummy:

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thos porls

They exchanged wary glances, silent. And still, Pearl could hear their fears.

They were thinking that Pearl hadn’t regenerated on her toes, perched like the dancer she used to be, the expert swordsgem she was now. No, she’d regenerated on her hands and knees, crippled. Weak.

They were thinking that Pearl hadn’t taken her time like always. Based on the discarded board game on the coffee table, the darkness outside, the howling of a blizzard, they’d just managed to gather their bearings before she regenerated.

They were thinking what Pearl was thinking: that something had gone very, very wrong. And none of them knew what.

— The Restabilizer, chapter 3 by @wicked-42

I am in love with this fanfiction. It’s perfect. Please read it.

Some nifty Pearl icons collected from the Harmony comic series

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drawendo:

Be sure to keep warm this winter

rileys-universe:

crystal temps 2.0 

oathkeeper-of-tarth:

dratthepopulation:

dratthepopulation:

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I need a moment here because I am very !!! currently and Drat just up and murdered me.

This song is the reason why my post-ASPR angst vent fic is called Vessel and Drat is the reason I ever heard of Dry The River in the first place - starting years ago with the Gethsemane lyric comic. Hell, he even warned me he was doing this a while ago but I was still entirely unprepared.

Because damn, this one sure has it all, the hope and disappointment, the could-have-beens, the beautiful, the ugly, the bittersweet, the downright unfair. From “where the truth never seems to be” and the look on Pearl’s face contrasting so vividly with her companions’, really driving home the sinking feeling while also making me think of @meskime‘s exquisite pain-filled fic and bits of that one podcast and the hole Rose never had to dig for herself (and, indeed, inevitably, for both of them) but still did… all the way to “these are my words, this is my mouth”, oof. And all the recurring slight variations on “I don’t want to be a vessel”, and the slow initial progress and precarious slip-sliding of the post-Rose years and “these are my rules, this is my house”, and then the palpable relief of Pearl being rid of the gag order, I’ve wanted to tell you for so long, and finally having the chance to really try to move on and be free of so many (so unfair) burdens.

There is just… A Lot here.

syntaxeme chirped:
Hey y’know what sounds nice? A contented Blue Pearl. ^^ maybe in cozy PJs?

bucketofchum:

you know what that sure does sound nice (full size)

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nacrepearl:

I love Pearl

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Absolute mom icon