@quartzish / quartzish.tumblr.com
Hey friends! After a while of thinking, I have decided to drop Amethyst from Citta Alveare. It’s been hard to find her muse at all as of late, and while she has been my favourite muse of all time, I think a break may be good for me. I am going to miss her dearly, and I want to thank all of you for making her run such a delight B) I will see you around, folks!
@pearlfectionate is visiting me for a week and i’m not sure how active that’ll make me, so i expect some delays in replies.
on the subject of canon doubles, i’d like to say that i fully support gem fusions! with consent from applicable muns (pearl, garnet, steven), i give blanket permission for fusions (opal, sugilite, alexandrite, smokey quartz)
@pearlfectionate @quartzish
“CHRISTMAS!”
He jumps onto Pearl and Amethyst’s bed.
“SANTA CAME!”
“You got a teddy bear too?!” It may not be the most customized gift, but Amethyst was hoping the weird, magically delivered bear was hers alone. Well, her and Pearl, since Amethyst already opened Pearl’s to see if it was better her own.
“Huh.” she scratches her head before continuing, “I guess some Santas are real after all---even if this Santa Golder isn’t great at uniquity...”
If I don’t reply or I take ages to:
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@quartzish found a trash boy
Lemongrab was slowly coming to the realization that no one here was going to serve him. It was utter nonsense. He was the Earl and he deserved to be treated as such!! But no!! He had to find his own way, his own food!
The people in the city actually kept free food in cans outside of their houses. Free food, just sitting in cans and bags for anyone to take. This was the first positive thing Lemongrab had found in The Hive. One person’s trash was a lemon man’s dinner.
The Earl proceeded to kick over garbage cans all around the city and dig through them like a sewer rat. Most people who noticed him were much too unsettled to say anything, much less try and stop him. “Mmm…ACCEPTABLE..” He mumbled to himself as he chewed on a half-eaten burger.
Seeing someone hunched over a trash can is odd, even in Hive City, but seeing someone other than her munching on garbage---that was cause for investigation.
"Aw, ewww!” Almost as soon as she approached the scene, Amethyst pulls her hands to her chest and draws out her vowels to emphasise her disgust. “There aren’t any pickles on that burger!”
Despite the standoffish vibe she gets from the lemon-headed person, she inches forward, moving until she is on the opposite side of the trashcan as them. While standing there, she casts a quick glance at the trash strewn around and forgotten in the wake of hunger, and underneath a plastic film she sees the corner of a pickle.
With an unnecessary flourish to her movements, Amethyst leans over the metal bin and plucks the plastic wrapper and the two pickles that were under it. Her eyes are bright as she offers her haul to the stranger.
“First rule of dumpster diving---check for pickles.” An exaggeration, but it helps her point. “Good thing I was here to save your butt.”
Willow abruptly beams. “Girl Scouts of 1922, so I take it you, sorta know the time?” It’s nice, even the concept that someone can remember something like she does. Not the same, most likely, but still!
She goes at what’s nearly a light jog, trying not to grumble when she’s launched around corners.
“Wizard, eh?” Amethyst gets a raised eyebrow in response, followed by some half-assed finger guns as she walks in. “What size are we talkin’ about?” She can recall one place, one that had sold slices about as big as her head.
“Huh. I wouldn’t of pinned you as a 20′s member.” She casts a glance at Willow while following her into the pizzaria, her lips pursed as she considers the tidbit she’s learned. “I can see it though.”
It seems fair to say that Willow is one of the most intriguing people Amethyst has met in Hive City so far---she wouldn’t mind sharing stories over a delicious pizza.
Taking the use of finger-guns as a good sign, she grins and looks for a clean table for them to use. “Eh, could be bigger, but they’ve got good toppings.” She squints to confirm one table is clean, then juts her chin towards it and walks over. “We’ll compromise on toppings and you can choose whatever size y’want!” After all, Willow’s the one paying.
// That proverb about trash and treasure held up well in practice; with gleaming eyes, the Drifter was known for hoarding off busted motherboards and other discarded scrap metal. Sometimes it was nice to pick up the uncommon cover-stripped book or rare spaghetti-tape cassette, but he was primarily here to find parts to tinker with. Still, sometimes they could get carried away. With a natural inclination to wander, the Drifter ended up underneath a partial cave of garbage.
To save his thinly-gloved hands from tetanus, the Drifter’s ever-helpful robot would scan partial chunks of garbage and detect salvageable parts. It had chirped brightly to alert its user of such a site, but it seemed that it had caught the ears of a fellow scrapper. And she didn’t sound happy about it.
“Oh–” the Drifter says in response, just as surprised as Amethyst is. She’s, purple. But clearly human(like?) other than that. What. “Ummm.” They decide to send their robot slowly floating through the cracked window, hoping she wouldn’t just grab the bot and run. The Drifter makes it repeat the chirp from earlier, then project a holographic screen to the side. Words load in slowly so as not to startle her any further.
Hello? I don’t mean any harm. I’m Drifter; not a rat. What are you looking for? We could help each other.
When the robot makes its way through the window, Amethyst’s first reaction is to step back, itching to grab a blunt object. It takes real willpower to wait before doing anything rash, simply watching with narrowed eyes as a hologram appears in front of her.
As soon as she finishes reading the message, she audibly exhales.
“...okay, for some reason, I believe you.” True, the two beings haven’t given her cause to doubt them, but it was good to mention her initial skepticism. “I’m Amethyst.”
“So, Drifter, whatch’a know about stop motion media?” she scratches her head. “I’m having trouble finding anything cool to use in this project for sculpting class, so I ended up grabbing a broken flowerpot and some barbed wire.”
She shrugs and gestures to the unimpressive gathering of materials dropped nearby. “And how ‘bout you? What’re you and your lil’ buddy looking for?”
@quartzish // sc.
“ oh, god! that’s - that can’t be good! ” by no means was he familiar with human health, but from what he remembered - watching humans choke on neurotoxin - being purple wasn’t a healthy. “ i’ll see if i can get help - and if i can’t then, then i’ll…bury you, i suppose - just try to keep calm! i’m - i’m sure that won’t be easy but, ah, at least try. ”
“What?!” The gem splutters and spits out her fruit smoothie when a stranger hurries towards her with genuine concern. It figures, the one time she eats “healthy”, someone comes to say it’s poison.
“Buh-buried?!” she throws the plastic cup away at once, too worried to aim for a trash can. Her arms are then raised to her chest, clutching at it like it’s a lifeline. “Nuh uh, I can’t be buried! If I’m going with ‘death by healthy food’, I deserve to be metalled into a statue!”
He laughs, a low chuckle that comes from the soul. Oh, she’s GOOD. “Okay, not bad… but how about THIS?” He clears his throat, one hand moving to straighten out the flower on his vest. With that done, he leans in closer so that he can whisper. Can’t have anyone stealing his material, after all. “What did the buffalo say to his son who was going off to college?” He paused for a beat, then two. Just long enough to build the suspense without losing the moment. “BISON!!”
Amethyst snorts, rolling her eyes at the corny joke. It’s refreshing to have someone to trade puns with, especially the silly ones. “Heh, that reminds me of a super long buffalo sentence.”
With a desire to share the worst she knows, she rocks back and forth on her heels and taps a finger to her lips, humming in the process.
“Oh! So I used to be addicted to soap...” she bites her bottom lip during the pause, eager to finish the joke. “But now I’m clean!”
“You think so?”
Pearl’s tone and smile are just as warm as the fire. Amethyst looks cute in her cashmere sweater, too. Gems had no need for protection from the cold, but it was nice to be in spirit. It was awfully hard for Pearl to say no when everyone was begging her…
She leans down to kiss Amethyst and their lips are nearly touching before they’re rudely interrupted.
“Oh!” she cries in frustration. Tate’s been working his way into the bag of marshmallows this whole time. Not only that, but Amethyst is loaded. “Weren’t you watching him, Amethyst?! And why are you roasting so many at once?!”
“What--I was in the moment!” she shakes her fiery stick a few more times, not straying far from Pearl’s side.
A pout pulls at her lips until her Ditto finally drags himself back to the bag, the sight causing her to grin. “At least it’s just Tate. Besides, he’s fine, see?” She drops the stick she was burning marshmallows on, the sugary treats still on fire, and lifts Tate into the air to show off his undisturbed form.
She gently places him on her lap, watching him morph into a crude impersonation of the Pillsbury Doughboy. How he knows about that is beyond her. She just coos, bumping her shoulder against Pearl’s as if their child is wearing a cute costume.
There is no mistaking the cool breeze against his skin, bringing with it flurries that gently melt on contact. It appears he cannot escape Winter. It is as though the demons are provoking him again, for he had come so close to finally slaying them. Compared to the frigid temperatures of northern Nippon, this weather is considered to be mild. As he reaches the edge of the forest, gazing up at the snow-blanketed branches, he sees a great building that he can only think to consider a status of royalty. The trees outside of the manor are decorated with golds and reds, and there are lights everywhere. He must be far from Kamui, but the only Imperial city with royalty he has heard of is Sei’an, located in the far southwest.
No one appears to be bundled up and crowding into the palace for warmth. Rather, they are all dressed in some form of strange, outlandish attire and appear to be celebrating. Unbeknownst to him, this is an event meant to celebrate a season that has caused his people nothing but bitter grief. Brows furrowed lightly beneath his mask, he folds his arms over his chest, considering whether he should see what this is about. This celebration is so different from what he has seen, making him feel even more like a stranger to these lands.
Abruptly, his thoughts are interrupted when a tightly-packed ball of snow smacks into the back of his head.
The warrior startles somewhat, shoulders tensing as the ball bursts across his back and showers him in white powder. Snow glimmers in his mane of indigo and crimson hair. The cold is not what shocks him, but the audacity of the assailant, and how they had managed to sneak up on him like that. “–Hm?!” Dropping his arms and whipping around to search for the instigator, he looks completely taken back. Who would dare? Is it a child? “Show yourself, or shall I find you and return the attack tenfold by burying you in a blanket of snow?”
@quartzish
Among the laughter and shouting of Snow War participants, some opt to remain quiet in their search for a target. Normally, Amethyst would be the liveliest of the batch, her cavalier attitude on full display, but today is different. Today, she’s out to win.
Playing fair would be nice, but nice doesn’t win the shiny trophy.
Needless to say, the second she spots a standstill participant, her snowball is sent flying in their direction. She isn’t rewarded with a flinch or a groan of defeat, instead the enemy spins around and shows off their interesting costume. Her tuxedo looks better.
She lets out a full belly laugh in response, peeking her head around the hand-piled mound of snow she hid behind. Her hands are still hidden by the hardened snow pile, so she has no trouble rolling up a relatively large snowball.
“That’s kinda the point.” she quips, her snowball now ready for action.
Drawing back so she can stand up tall, she holds tight to her ammo and swings her arm in circles like a professional baseball pitcher. Not a minute later is she stepping into the open, her eyes wide and brows raised. “This one might hurt, so here’s your warning, grumpy guy!”
And then she aims for the weird mask of his.
@pearlfectionate
Unusually restless for even herself, Amethyst sits beside her girlfriend and looks to the reindeer pulling their sleigh. It was Amethyst’s idea to jump on a private sleigh with some reindeer, but Pearl was prepared to take the reins anyway. However, as fidgety as Amethyst is, Pearl is unusually tense.
Pearl hasn’t been herself lately, at least, not her usual self. Even in the way she sits---posture rigid and hands tight around the reins---it’s clear that she’s on edge. It’s been this way ever since Halloween, and things have only gotten worse with Yellow Diamond’s arrival.
But as her friends know, Amethyst is not the best at comforting others. She doesn’t pretend to understand what Pearl is going through, and so far nothing she’s done has been enough.
She scooches closer to Pearl until their hips are touching and her hand comes to rest on Pearl’s thigh. Her lips are quirked up on one side as she squeezes her hand just enough to get her partner’s attention.
Their anniversary is coming up, and although she isn’t sure if they’re going to celebrate, it means something to Amethyst. She doesn’t have a birthday like humans do, so a day to celebrate, a day for her and Pearl to share, is special.
She begins the conversation with caution, “So, hey... the thirteenth is coming up soon. You know,” she stops herself by biting down on her lower lip, her index finger drawing swirls mindlessly on Pearl’s thigh. “December thirteenth?”
“No! Aesthetically pleasing compact Amethyst! She’ll step on you!”
"Someone had to make the callout post.”
@yxllowdevil
Seeing and believing are about as different as the usual saying implies---that is to say, very. So when Amethyst first lays eyes on the infamous Yellow Diamond, she doesn’t think much of it. At least until she does a double-take, her mind digesting the geometrical and mustard-coloured appearance.
It takes less than a minute for the young gem to dart around a corner, doubling-over and panting with an open mouth.
She didn’t expect to run across Yellow Diamond on her own, even after Pearl’s earlier panic attack announcing the Diamond’s arrival. But nerve-wracking as it may be, she has the advantage here. Yellow Diamond is undoubtedly stripped of her powers---the worst of them anyway.
With that in mind, the Quartz steels herself for a confrontation. Sure, it may be reckless and downright naïve, but witnessing her friends fall to terror is a powerful call to action.
She stands upright with an exhale, her posture steady as she rounds the corner and searches the street for Yellow Diamond. Unsurprisingly, finding a tall, yellow tyrant is easier than it sounds. Amethyst even has the element of surprise on her side, her short form jogging to catch up with the other gem, and uses her raspy voice to make a lasting first impression.
“Hey, Yellow Diamond!” she hollers with both hands cupping her mouth for volume. “Yeah, that’s right! I’m talking to you, you big mustard bottle!”
What did the cell say to his sister when she stepped on his foot? ...... Mitosis!!
“Pffahaha!” Having never heard that one before, she throws her head back and cracks up. After sobering up, she wipes her eyes and replies, “Okay, hang on, I got one for you too… What do you call cheese that isn’t yours? Nacho cheese!”
