A black character: * has those grey morals white people are always nutting over, has Deep Issues and enough Tiny Expressions to fill a book*
the yts: :/ wow he’s :/ he’s really toxic and violent, isn’t he? i :/ i’m very uncomfortable with how he raised his voice to my pure, white angel uwu
A white demon: *is an actual demon, kills people, blinked once*
the yts: !! this ! he’s so pure! did you see how he blinked ? ohmygod give this man an oscar already! look at how his eyes closed for one second and opened the next!! do you know!! do you know what that means!!
I mean, Pearl probably wouldn’t choose to fight like a ballerina if she was starting from scratch when she learned to fight. It’s not exactly the world’s most popular method, or the most efficient. And in “together breakfast” she uses a dance to open her vault of swords. She’s always doing little things like that, using dances for this or that. She’s always dancing, right?
She is always dancing, really, in little tiny ways in everything she does. I don’t think that is just because she’s ‘the graceful one’.
Hear me out for a sec. I really think Pearl was a dancer.
I think Pearl was a dancer, originally, and probably precious little else. I think she was a pretty thing that belonged to a powerful gem, and that when she was made she was made to be a servant, a doll, delicate and graceful and thoughtless.
I think, somewhere along the line, she realized that was bullshit. I think she fell in love, first with the woman that refused to own her, and then the earth. And when war broke out, I think she had something to fight for. A reason to change.
I think she calloused those elegant hands they gave her turning a baton into a spear, practicing endlessly to sharpen the dance steps she knew already into weapons. I think she fought, at first too viciously, because she only had one person she was fighting for, and I think that somewhere she still thought of herself as a tool for her. I think she poofed herself, for the very first time, and then again, and again, and again. I think she always kept going, until it started happening less and less and then one day no one could say she was there to “look pretty” anymore. And eventually, they won.
And, eventually, Pearl lost that person she’d fought for.
But life went on, anyway, and I think Pearl had to go with it. She built a house, and did laundry, fixed cars and lead missions, and realized that she had to be someone besides Rose’s knight. I think she buried those delicate hands in wires and engines until she had learned how to create something new, and learned what tools really were,
and that people were not tools.
I think Pearl fell in love, guys.
First with the woman that refused to own her, and then the earth. But next, with a couple who loved each other in a way that defied what they’d been told back home, and with the person they were together. Even later (and even now) I think she fell (and is falling) in love with a gem who had never known the place she’d come from, and never assumed she was anything less than an equal. And despite her grief, she definitely fell in love with Steven!
But recently? I think Pearl finally fell in love with herself.
Because even though a homeworld gem was literally screaming her ‘real purpose’ in her face, she didn’t wilt this time. She just smiled, and decked the little punk right in the face, with her elegant, calloused, but far from delicate hands.
See, she might still walk like a dancer and fight like a ballerina and hell, she might even doubt herself sometimes.