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[ask-postcrash-curly]

Hey. Anyone there? I… I think this is it. Can feel my mind shutting you all out. Think I can get one last word in before it’s over, though.

…

Right.

First off, I want you all to know that you saved me. Over and over and over again, at that, and when I say you saved me I'm dead fucking serious. Not every one of you was here from the start, but if you were, you might remember me being a bit of a wreck. Hah. And, well, before you lot showed up... Won't mince words, yeah? I was bloody fucking miserable. More pain and misery than I'd ever felt. Made matters worse that there was jackshit I could do about it. Couldn't distract myself, couldn't even fucking complain about it. Yeah. Miserable. The only thing I could do was lie around waiting to die. After some hellish eternity of that, my mind finally snapped and I started hearing voices. Hah.

Kidding aside, uh... Whew. There's no way that I can put into words how much that saved me. Hearing you all, I mean. It was the first time since the crash that I'd had something nice. Anything at all to look forward to. Any reason to keep fucking going. Every snippet of conversation made me feel a bit more like a person again. Every song, picture, and movie made it easier to block out the pain. And— and before I knew it, I had reasons to live. God, you lot have no idea how badly I needed to talk to a friend, to family, to anyone. But every time I heard your voices, I had something to focus on other than how miserable I was, and you have no idea what a relief it was to be able to talk about it. To go on and on about how bad I felt and have you lot listen and try your damnedest to make me feel any better. That made a fucking difference. It made a fucking difference not being alone.

And— When it got worse, when it got even bloody worse than I could ever have fucking imagined, you lot stayed with me. You were there when I had no one else, somehow comforting me and making me laugh through the worst moments. Can't imagine it was easy to witness everything, but you stuck with me for as long as I needed you. No matter what. How could I have ever done this alone? I— I don't think I could have, if I'm being real. It would've broken me.

Not to mention, uh. I still don't understand how— That day. Might not remember it myself, but I saw how it went, and I'm pretty confident you lot were there for me for every awful moment. To get me through until the end. And then, some-fucking-how, you came back, and you did what I couldn't. You fixed it. Anya, Swansea, Daisuke? They're only alive because of you. They're going to go home and see their families again all because of you. I know how much worse it could've been. And I don't think I can put into words how grateful I am that you lot saved them. Saved me.

...

Y'know? When we met... God, I really was a wreck. Thirty-five years wasted just to die a slow, gruesome death lightyears away from my home. And look at me now, yeah? New skin, eyelids (thank fuck), a way to communicate— I mean, fuck, the pain's less now! Do you have any idea how important that is?! And— and fuck that fucking cot. Right now, I'm lying in a real bed in a dark room. With a door that locks! Unlocked in case I have a medical emergency, but if I needed to lock it, I can get over there myself with the wheelchair and lock it with my hands. Pretty brilliant, yeah? And— and you lot are what got me through what it took to get here.

I suppose what I'm saying is— Thank you. Thank you, all of you, so fucking much. Sure, some of you were real pieces of shit to me, but at the end of the line, I can't imagine looking back on you lot without fondness. You've taught me so much, given so much, and I'll remember your kindnesses as long as I'm alive. I'll always be thankful for everything. Every last bit of it. Every one of you.

...

Don't get me wrong. This was the worst goddamn year of my life. But I can't imagine how much worse it would've been alone. And having you all here... You gave me some pleasant memories to look back on, in spite of everything. Hah. Isn't that something?

...

I always knew this wouldn't last forever. Figured I'd either die, or you'd just fade out. In the end, you lot stuck around for longer than I could ever have asked for. And now that it's over, I— I'm going to miss you lot so fucking much.

...?

Ah. This is it, then. I can feel it slipping.

...

Goodbye, then. And cheers. Stay safe out there, yeah?

I love you.

It's going to be okay.

[ask-postcrash-curly]

(Forgive me one last time, sweetie. I will try to make this quick.)

Hello again... everyone. Kind Words. Robin. Mum.

I... I suppose that this may very well be the last time most of you will hear from me. I will admit, it is rather surreal trying to wrap my head around. How strange it will be to return to my thoughts, and my thoughts alone. After all... we have all been together since the beginning, have we not? For better... and for worse. To the... furthest depths of hopelessness and back again— regardless of whose headspace we have ended up in. Hah. I...

...

Oh, my. To be honest, I am not... quite sure what to say here, at the end. Or at least, how to make my words sufficient enough to encapsulate... everything. The sheer depths of my gratitude, my joys, and my sorrows. But perhaps I would never find my words satisfying enough. So... I will simply have to make do with a humble "thanks."

Thank you all. Truly. Wholly. From the bottom of my heart, thank you.

I hardly like to consider what should have happened, had you all not caused the cosmic ruckus you did to have reached my ears; or where Curly and Kestrel and I would be now without one another. Far lonelier, for certain... and how little I would have come to learn about myself, about my own mother, about birds...!

I appreciate that you all possess such a deeply founded trust in me— and I promise you that, with every beat of my heart, for as long as it continues to beat, Curly will know only love and safety in my home and care. In our home. Cross my heart.

And... I promise that I shall never forget any of you. Those of you who have been kind— those whom I consider my friends... I cherish the good times we have shared. Your faith will always keep me going should life ever become fraught. I could never have gotten through this all on my own, and neither could Curly. Thank you.

And to those of you who were cruel, well— you have my pity, at the least. People like you will forever serve as a reminder as to why I chose the moniker of "Kind Words." Why every day I wake up and choose love and compassion above all else. I am only relieved... that none of you will be able to hurt him any longer. 

Even still... no matter the circumstances, parting ways is always such a bittersweet affair, yes? I... I wish each and every one of you joys beyond joy. May the starlings always watch over us...

Farewell...

...

Grant.

My darling dear. My sweet pea. My baby boy and my blue jay.

[She gives a small, shaky laugh, sniffling through some of her words.]

Oh... where am I to begin? What is left to say that I have not already said a hundred times over by now? And what remains that I have not said at all? I suppose, in a way, I have already spoken all of the words that I needed to... But I did not realize it would leave me so speechless when it mattered the most! It is funny, I truly thought— I have been such a mess these past months, I believed I would be in shambles when this time came around. Naturally I am a bit misty, but for some reason the tears simply refuse to fall. Hah, hah.

Do tell your friends that I've said "hello" again, if you would? And— don't forget to tell your parents about me, as well! We would not wish to blindside them, of course... 

And, Curly?

Thank you. Thank you for being you. Thank you for being my boy.

... How I will miss you so. But I promise, this is not "adieu" for us. Only... "talk soon." Yeah?

[She takes a breath through her tears, and finally manages to appear again, sitting beside him. Her image is faded around the edges. She reaches up and caresses her thumb over Curly's cheek, as though trying to wipe away tears. As she does, she hums one last song... for now.

Somewhere over the rainbow, Way up high, There's a land that I heard of, Once in a lullaby.

Somewhere over the rainbow, Skies are blue, And the dreams that you dared to dream, Really do come true.

Someday I'll wish upon a star, And wake up where the clouds are far behind me... Where troubles melt like lemon drops, Away above the chimney tops, That's where you'll find me.

Somewhere over the rainbow,  Bluebirds fly... Birds fly over the rainbow, Why, then, oh why can't I?

She pauses. Takes another breath. This time, she is able to finish the last stanza. As she does, her image begins to flicker and warp. She seems to be able to sense that it's happening; she reaches out to try and hold him again.

If happy little bluebirds fly beyond the rainbow... Why, oh, why can't I?]

...

[Her voice is but a whisper, now.]

Oh, Curly, my baby. Please, please don't go. I love you so.

[She kisses his forehead— 

✧˖°.

and then she is gone.]

(Nothing to forgive. Nothing at all.)

Hello.

Oh, jeez...

...

...

...

Uh— Hey. Nice speech you gave there. Top-notch, if you ask me.

You okay...?

It's... it's quite fine. Don't mind hearing it for the hundredth and first, hah. Yeah. Hah. Funny how that can work out. Me, I'm just glad I can produce tears at all. Tears are one of those things you don't know how much you missed until they're gone. Hah, hah.

I will. Promise. Kinda hinted at it a bit, but I promise I'll make it clear to them when we're stopped. Just got to work out the details of how you offered me a room when I was in space, hah. Once I've got the story straight, maybe I could get Death to pass it along to you? But yeah, you're right. No blindsiding.

Yeah, Mum?

Hah... Anytime. Not sure I know how to be anyone else.

God. I'll— I'll miss you too. So fucking much. But you're right, you're right. Just talk soon. Yeah.

...

This— this is really wonderful. Thank you.

I— I love you too so much, a-and I'm right here— I'll see you again, yeah? It'll be okay—

...

You're gone, aren't you. Damn it. Wasn't done, I— I had more to say. I... I guess I'll tell you when I see you again, yeah? Yeah. I'll see you soon, Mum. We'll just hold on until then.

[ask-postcrash-curly]

(she’s holding a handkerchief. it looks like she’s already been crying.)

Curly,

over the last year, you’ve been through some of the most unspeakable horrors imaginable. there have been points where all hope seemed lost and we were ready to give in, but you didn’t. i don’t think i’ve heard anyone mention, you were alone on that ship on that bed in your mind for multiple months before you started hearing voices. i don’t even like to think about that time, it makes me too sad. you powered through that. do you know how crazy that is? i don’t care if you don’t think that’s something to be proud of, because im proud of you. you’re remarkable.

i don’t know how this communication is possible. not at all. i get the communication with me, and i sort of understand the communication with Robin, but with other people from other universes?? what the fuck. i don’t know what happened when we went back in time and stopped Anya from killing herself, that question evades me more than anything else, i think. i’m so fucking happy it happened, Grant.

because of that, you have a stable housing situation to go to where you know you’ll be ok when you get back. not only that, but that home is one of the warmest, most loving homes i have ever come across. that home was the first time i’d been actually loved since i died. hah, you’re moving into that exact room, actually.

i’ve cared for you like i’ve cared for none other. maybe it’s because you’re my own flesh and blood, maybe it’s because i’ve heard your thoughts, maybe it’s because i’ve seen what you’ve been through and i’ve been through similar, there’s an endless possibility i think. whatever it is, it’s true. i love you, Grant David Curly Warbler. you deserve to be loved. i hope you know that.

you’ve found out stuff about me i never hoped you would. you’ve seen and heard some really off putting things about me, and yet you still care for me. that takes something. i remember when i offered to “fuck off” shortly after we started talking, you adamantly denied it. most probably would have taken it. why didn’t you? whatever the reason may be, i’m glad you didn’t.

i feel like i should remind you one last time, for good measure, yeah? whatever happens, wherever you go, whatever you feel, i’ll be here. you don’t need to see or hear that to know it. keep a portrait of an angel in your room, smile at empty chairs, and always remember that i love you. that’s all you need.

and not to mention the fact that i will visit you. i promise, you’ll get good enough sleep to dream regularly soon, and when you do, i promise i’ll be there.

i guess now would be the time to show you my fish for the last time, at least for a while. all 17 dozen of them. (she brings out long strings of the small fabric fish, this is what she’s been working on for months.) these don’t include the dozens i made on the Tulpar. those ones are where they need to be.

…

when… when you froze in that cryopod in the other timeline, i remember the last thing i said, “Mors Mihi Lucrum”, Death is my reward. at the time, it meant, at least to me, death is the reward for suffering, but when whatever the fuck happened happened and i got to see you go from that to where we are, it bears a new meaning. Death isn’t the reward for suffering, it’s the reward for living.

go, my dear boy, live, live life to the fullest because you’ve stared Death in the eyes and befriended her. you will live multiple more decades, and when you’re done, when you cross the finish line, i’ll be here. ill also be here the entire race. i’ll be cheering you on your whole life, and you’ll see me. i promise you you will.

(she walks to his side and kisses the top of his head)

happy birthday, honey. i love you. talk soon, yeah?

…

🖤

Aw, no, I'm not ready for this...

Hah. Don't have to tell me twice. I did too. You lot just... pulled me out of it, I suppose. ...Yeah. It was awful. Don't like to think about it either. But it's really not anything impressive. If it had been my choice, I would've given in and died— Yeah, yeah. Okay. Thank you.

Yeah, no, neither do I. I never believed in this sort of thing. Fucking bonkers, yeah? ...I don't get it either, but thank fuck for it.

Mhm... Hah. I'll look forward to it.

I— I care for you too, you know that? I'm— I'm sorry that I can't stay with you. Not as in dying, I mean, but— It's hardly fair. You're a great person and it's not fair that you don't get to be around people who care about you more often. I love you too. And you certainly deserve it.

...Mm. I'm sorry about that. Hm—? Of course I do! None of what I've learned about you changed that in the slightest. ...I was rather suicidal, to be fair. And you were generally kind to me. Had no reason to want you gone. And I didn't understand why you thought I did. ...I'm glad too. Truly.

Yeah. I know, but the reminder's appreciated. I'll try to remember that, at my worst moments. ...But I want to see and hear it, hah... Okay. Yeah. And— and what if I smile at the wrong chair, huh? Then I'm just grinning like a fool at a chair that no one's sitting in. Hahah...

Mm. Right. It's not... It isn't going to be the same, though, is it? ...Sorry. I don't mean— I'm relieved that I'll be able to keep in touch with you somehow. Really damn relieved. I guess part of me's still scared it won't work once the connection's broken off, hah...

Seventeen bloody dozen?! You're amazing, you know that?! Not even including— Damn. Wow. I'll never understand how you do it. But hey, uh, they're beautiful. Thank you. Hey, if you make new ones, feel free to show them off in my dreams. I'll be happy to see them.

...

I don't remember it. But that's probably for the best, yeah...? Someone else does, anyways. The reward for living. That's nice. Yeah. I like that.

Hah... Okay. Okay, I'll— I promise I'll try for you. And I'll see you.

Fuck my birthday. ...Sorry, sorry. Slipped out. I guess that'll be a change. Y'know, having control over my words again? Hah... I... I love you too. We'll talk soon, right. Which means— which means this isn't goodbye, yeah? It isn't... It's temporary, is all.

Okay. So, uh, goodbye. Temporarily. I love you too. Talk soon.

This— this is lovely... Thank you... Thank you for everything you've done for me.

[ask-postcrash-curly]

Dear diary,

Lately, I've been having the strangest dreams. There is a man on a medical cot. His state is downright… horrific. No skin, only one eye, and his arms are legs are… all amputated. Strangely, when I see him, though, I don't feel horrified at all by his appearance. I just feel a deep sense of sadness.

For some reason, I also feel a sense of kinship with him. I'm not sure why. It's not about his physical state, no, but something deeper.

Perhaps the weirdest thing about these dreams is sometimes I appear in them-but not as myself. No, as a little opossum.

I wonder what that's all about.

Anyway, I'm gonna go on a birding walking with our local section of the National Audubon society tomorrow! I hope I can get some good pictures! Maybe one of these days, I'll even make a friend on one of those walks… it'd be great to have a birding buddy :)

Sincerely, a person 𖤐

Heya. That'd be me.

...

Huh. I didn't think I'd be right. Does that... does that mean you did exist in my world, then? Some other version of you?

...

Who am I kidding? I don't even know if you're hearing this. Not like you ever recognized these diary entries before. If you did, you didn't say anything, and— I guess it's too late now, yeah?

...

Goodbye. Damn, I'm sorry. I know you don't like goodbyes, but... I think that was my last chance to say one to you. Hah...

[ask-postcrash-curly]

It's been an honor 🫡

Y-yeah. You too, mate.

[ask-postcrash-curly]

Curly…

I’m no good with goodbyes.

Fun fact about me, did I ever tell u that I was in drama club? From 2nd grade till I graduated highschool, I was in every musical my school offered. I was pretty much always in the ensemble. Never confident enough for the bigger parts, ha. Not that I would’ve wanted a lead role anyway, just a few lines… but anyway.

In high school, on the third/final showing of every musical, the director would give a sendoff for every kid who was graduating. He’s always start off this whole process by giving a mini speech, and within this speech he’d always say “we don’t say goodbye here. We say so long, and best of luck.”

And then there’d be a flower and often a hug given, with each person being told “so long, and best of luck.”

So… I’m not saying goodbye, curly.

[sniffles] So long, and best of luck!

I’ll… never forget you, Curly. I hope someday, someone, we can see each other again. And if not… I’ll carry you in my heart always, and I know you’ll do the same. In this way, we’re never truly apart.

...Oh God. Hey— No, no. Possums, you've always got more to say. So if you're saying your goodbyes, that means—? This really is...

Hah, uh, nope. Don't think you did. Hey, I'm sure you did great.

...

Aw, jeez. I... Hah. You— you said so much, I started thinking it would go on forever. This— this is really it, huh? God. Okay. So long, and— and best of luck.

Yeah. Yeah. Of course.

...

Hey. Possums? Thank you for everything.

[ask-postcrash-curly]

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=rTga41r3a4s&pp=0gcJCfwAo7VqN5tD

This is nice... Seriously? This bullshit again?? Eh, can't be mad. It does sound nice this way, yeah?

[ask-postcrash-curly]

Dear diary,

Lately I’ve been having the strangest dreams. It’s like, I am me, but not me? I’m living almost the same life, in almost the same world, but something seems… different. I don’t know how to explain it.

In other news, my 15th birthday just passed! My mom got me a camera!! I’ve been wanting one for so long!! I’ll treasure it forever.

Sincerely, a person.

...Hmm.

[ask-postcrash-curly]

What's the ship like? What's her name?

Much newer model than the Tulpar was. There's an actual window instead of a window screen (very reinforced, as per protocol) and there's ramps for my wheelchair. Might've mentioned this already, but the ship's a lot smaller than the Tulpar, given that it's a small transport vessel rather than a cargo freighter, but the living area's quite a lot bigger. Nicer furnishing too, if I'm being real. No offense to the wreck we left, hah... The ship's acceleration is a bit faster than the Tulpar's, and the maximum speed is higher too. Fuel supply's smaller, but we've got stops scheduled into the trip to account for that.

L'œil de L'espoir. ...Hopefully you're reading that and not hearing it, because I'm pretty sure I fucked up the pronunciation. Let me play it out loud for a sec.

...Yep, I butchered it. Hah.

[ask-postcrash-curly]

Y’know, curly, sometimes I wonder… what if me and a bunch of the other voices did exist in your universe, but we existed like thousands of years ago, and our alternate universe counterparts are all dead now? Would be kinda freaky, right? Haha. Say, when you get home, maybe you could look up the name B[][][][][][] [][][][][][]? Well, there might be multiple people with that name… um, my parents are [INSERT NAME] and [INSERT NAME]. Oh, and my siblings are [INSERT NAME] and [INSERT NAME]! My brother is actually working on a video game called [INSERT NAME], I wonder if that will do well… Oh! And my sister wrote a couple couple songs, she wrote them under the name [INSERT NAME]. She’s a pretty underground indie artist, her stuff never got popular, so I doubt it’ll be preserved but… hey, who knows!

I wonder if one day I’ll become a famous photographer or something, ha. Probably not, but it’s nice to dream. Who knows what the future will hold.

Gah, what am I saying. These are a lot of names to keep track of, and besides, I probably never existed in your universe anyway. I dunno how many differences there are between our universes… is it just that your universe is farther in the future than mine? Will my universe turn out the same as yours, or is there some diverging point? If there is a diverging point, it is somewhere centuries in the future compared to my time (it’s 2025 for me rn), or did the diverging point already pass? I was born in 2002, so… if the diverging point is before that, who knows, it could be like the butterfly effect. Like, some change causing a domino effect of a ton of little changes and then they result in my parents not meeting or something and me never being born. Or, who knows, if the diverging point came before that, maybe my parents and grandparents never even existed! Heck, maybe my great great grandparents never immigrated over from Italy in your universe! (Fun fact—my grandpa actually had his grandparents’ names engraved on Ellis island! Here’s a picture I took years ago! [insert picture here]

[note to mod: the spaces I left blank, obviously I’m not publishing that on the internet for people to see, but curly can see them]

See, I could believe that if it weren't for the video game thing. Pretty sure I'd have heard of a game if it had predicted all this bullshit, yeah? But I'll look you up. Hold on, let me write these names down... Got it. Here's hoping.

It's okay. I typed them out. And even if you don't exist in my universe as you, there could be an alternative universe version of you, yeah? Something like that? Hmm... I mean, most of what you lot mention about history makes sense to me. So I guess I couldn't be sure. (Hey, wow! Brilliant. So if all else fails, I can go there and search the entire island for their names, hahah.)

[ask-postcrash-curly]

(A voice that comes from the stars, the ground, the sky and the trees speaks up)

The dragon (the voice speaks something unintelligible, you assume thats a name) is one of mine, he wanted to show you more, yet they couldn't, your universe wouldn't allow it, nor the voice linking all of you...and that allowed them to speak to you, so they left that task to me, I only got 4 hours until I am expulsed from this side of the multiverse....

They wanted you to see this, they mistook what video they wanted you to see with this song, and wanted to make it better, they also left a message, one I will delivered after the aforementioned video

Here it is

https://youtu.be/PytYcbVfnfo?si=Xtu44WybbAzmVA2p

And as for the message:

(The voice changes, a distant one resembling the voice of the dragon resonates)

"Hey Curly....im sorry, I just can't help bothering you a bit more.....mostly with mythology facts, cause i can't help myself....but also with a confession...

...did you see in the video how Ody was riding a cart with a baby on the road

He was trying to get out of the war by pretending to be insane, so he was laboring the feel while saying nonsense

But, i believe it was agamenon? Did not like that and disproved it by putting his son on the way to see if he would ran him over, he didn't, and he was drafted

And as for the confession...well

There was another dragon, I do not know his name but...he has been trying to hurt you, sending you videos that would trigger you, I am not looking for applause or to scare you, I just felt you should something like that was going on....

Take care Curly....I'll see you soon"

(The voice changes yet again to the voice that is everywhere and nowhere at once)

I cant help but have the same sentiment

Take care Grant Curly

...Hello?

Yeah, I— I know. They held on longer than they should've.

Yeah. It's... it's sweet. Tell them thank you, please?

...?

Oh, uh— No, no, you're not bothering me! It's okay!

I'm... not sure? ...Oh, huh. Bonkers that a king can be drafted.

What? Who?? Is... is everything okay? Why are you telling me this now?

...Yeah. Okay. You... you both take care too. Goodbye.

[ask-postcrash-curly]

Hey curly! Here’s the end roll to that vocaloid series. Wish I had more time to explain the whole series, but, ah well. I really hope you liked the ending!

https://youtu.be/jHpBcGAYVZ0?si=_LUc6q23dcFgAYBC

Oh, and here’s a silly drawing I made of me showing you the series! I drew horse you with horse skin grafts! :)

I bamboozled you though—at first you you thought it was a sad series about girls dying, but really it’s about the inherent value of living and how it’s better to face an unjust reality than to delude yourself and let yourself waste away in a fantasy, and how hope can change everything. At least that’s what I get out of the series.

Anyway, here is a 100% unedited picture of me at that state park I went to a while back. I bought that black shirt, and had a stsr design printed on it back when I still had access to that awesome place on campus (yeah, they had a shirt printer in addition to those 3D printers!) and I made it so it looked just like Steven’s shirt in SUF! Sure there’s official merch, but ah, it’s cooler to make stuff yourself. (Well, I had help, haha. The people who worked at the center did most of the work, I just brought the shirt and picked the design).

Anyway…

Speaking of SU, remember how I mentioned that SU spinoff that was recently announced? Well…

This is all the information we have on it right now, but still. Awesome stuff!

Oh, and here’s me hugging Lola goodbye, back from the day I was moving out,

Possums out! This isn’t goodbye, not yet!

Oh! There's more?

So this is, uh, the aftermath of them breaking the simulation thing? The lyrics seem... pretty hopeful, hah.

Pfft, hah.

Yeah, yeah. You got me. It's a nice ending.

Of course, yeah. Completely. I do like the shirt!!

Brilliant! Space pirates is a good premise for a show, yeah? I'll look into it once I'm home. Maybe I can find it.

Aww... Bye, Lola. (I really do like the face drawings, hah.)

Talk soon, then!

[ask-postcrash-curly]

i made a dandys world oc :3 her name is urania (like uranium) and shes based off a nuclear power plant. her trinket is a geiger counter which detects twisteds when theyre near you. i imagine itd be helpful during blackouts

she was created at around 1990 so thats why her geiger counter doesnt look like a modern one

Brilliant! Very creative. I like the mismatched eyes.

[ask-postcrash-curly]

Now I know what you’re thinking. “Everyone is saying there goodbyes now is not the time to be showing a new thing”

Well I have Regrets and am the Forgetter

Anyway there was this while series but I’ll just show u one video from it

https://youtu.be/0KCE1ReHrLU?si=EiegqhmaYUZEN0vT

And now I wanna show u the comic con panel about jt

So the creator of the meme, MKatwood, as well as the voice actor for pearl, Deedee, and the voice actor for Steven, Zach, did this panel at comic con. And I thought it’d be fun if I showed u some clips from the highlights

Pearls secret rap career panel

Honestly, I started this message like weeks and weeks ago and proceeded to forget about it. I can’t remember if I was gonna show u any more.

Oh also fire is mentioned at one part and fire emojis are shown at one part but I don’t think it will bother u cuz it is still and when it is moving in that one part is jt not moving

[here is the playlist of highlights. U could watch the whole playlist if u want, feel free to watch as many or as few as u want, but I selected just a few videos from it, the rest are optional https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLzMq4yH_FvVZtAib3UFbkZF-G5UgxKEZj&si=196RmqhEh-OaaI8P]

Here are a select few

https://youtu.be/BZ9wEEI44BQ?si=a8KAbBR0iQFwiPoU

https://youtu.be/2PY-EISpM-c?si=G_7cIjkRQrgpR549

https://youtu.be/Vw9NRFMnwlQ?si=3zR80X0wknKNf4a4

https://youtu.be/IzN8hwDEYQU?si=bV7q589fH5zGzhxK

[skip the shooting star video. I feel like that’d be a bit overstimulating, plus there’s an explosion in it]

Oh, and to end it

https://youtu.be/YcPYjxmqy5k?si=fBletHzOCflElXFR

Wasn't thinking that at all.

Oh, I think I heard this... Uh. Oh— It's all of them reacting to it? Pfft. Why is Garnet crying...? ...Oh God, they're editing it to make it seem like— Wow. Ridiculous. Aww, wait, and now they're singing together? Brilliant.

This is ridiculous. Hah.

Separate memes... of a meme. Yeah, no, this is bullshit.

Recorded the friend's question...? That's nice— Wait, isn't this— It is! It's that song! Oh, that's bullshit.

[ask-postcrash-curly]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wSEsMpMxkg4

Time to float on, now.

We'll all be okay.

Goodbye, Curly.

The song's a nice one. Cheery. Thank you for sharing it.

Okay. Okay...

Goodbye.

[ask-postcrash-curly]

Hey curly.

So, I decided to bite the bullet, and buy a new camera. My savings account isn’t looking completely happy, but… it was worth it. Anyway. Here are some recent photos Ive taken

Heya.

...Ah, jeez. Sorry. Guess we're sorta in the same boat there, yeah? Glad it was worth it, at least.

Holy fuck. I'm going to miss seeing photos like these. I know, I know—you just explained to me how it works—but I'll never understand how the hell you make them look this good. Thank you.

[ask-postcrash-curly]