#when she does

Peace is a rare, odd word for Jasper. 

In thousands of years of existence she has rarely experienced such a thing. From battle to battle she had been sent, for the glory of the Diamond Authority and their race. Dominance and fighting was her very way of life -- there was simply nothing else. She was built for it, designed with the exact purpose in mind. For all that Homeworld could be considered great, it still treated deviance from the caste system as some unforgivable sin. 

That much was apparent from their renewed efforts to devastate what was left of Rose Quartz’s troops. This...break, whatever it was, would not last for long. Though they had managed to hold off Homeworld’s forces once again, the inevitable was coming for them. Each time it felt like putting a bandage over a wound much too wide and gaping for it to hold. In the end it always broke. Gems had practically perfected holding grudges into an art form. 

At first she hadn’t known what to do with herself in these downtimes. It felt wrong, unnatural, to not be devoted to her purpose. Plans could be made for the future, of course, but that could not account for all of the time she suddenly had on her hands. The others had tried to help her burn off her energy in ways that failed each more horrendously than the last, including a memorable cooking incident with Steven. After that she had been banned from using the kitchen, as well as having given up on finding something else to occupy herself with. 

In the end, it had been sparring with Pearl of all things that had helped. She was a gem who remembered what it was like to constantly be at war, to live between one moment and the next with adrenaline driving you forward. It had taken a bit for Jasper to learn to respect her as anything approaching an equal, but after time a middle ground had been reached. To pick her brain of what she remembered of Rose Quartz’s tactics, to hear the ones that Pearl herself had formulated over the years...

she was brilliant. Admirable, even. She had risen above every expectation and thoroughly trounced them beneath her dainty foot. Several times she had beaten the message into Jasper that she was to be respected, and eventually it had sunk in over the years. 

Truly, it was that that had led her on the road to doubting all the Homeworld rhetoric she had ever been taught. If they were to be believed then Pearl simply would have lacked the capacity to do all that she does, and yet she is one of the greatest gems that Jasper has ever had the pleasure of knowing. Not that she would ever tell Pearl that, of course. 

Her company pleases Jasper, in the end, even when they are not filling up the time. She is trying to learn to appreciate moments such as this one, with the vivid light of sunset painting across Beach City and Pearl’s angular features. There’s a symmetry of her face that Jasper admires in a detached sort of way, catalogs the information with things that she already knows. Pearl are designed to be pleasing to the eye. This one just happens to be beautiful. 

It is just another observation she makes, as simply as the leaves are falling off the trees and the seasons on this planet change. She is able to distance herself from her thoughts of Pearl and comeliness until --

until there are soft lips against her own, peach sweet and crystal-light. Jasper gasps, a gape of movement in which she doesn’t move. Warmth travels from her face to her gut, leaving bright trails of blush behind. Her experience in most matters does not aid her here, in which she is firmly untried. 

Perhaps Pearl has simply gone mad and lost her senses -- or a mission calls for this -- or she needed to hide behind Jasper -- or --

meme !!

Pride: a headcanon about something your character is a bit cocky about

omg the fact that she was indestructible as metal !!! i feel like for a month after becoming human, she just walked around without one diddly darn care in the world, until she got like a paper cut, and time stopped, and she say a teensy little drop of blood and scREAMED AT THE TOP OF HER LUNGS LIKE ‘WHAT DO YOU MEAN I CAN GET HURT OH MY GOD IM GONNA DIE I CAN FEEL DEATH TAKING ME AWAY OH GOD TELL STEVE I LOVE HIM GOODBYE CRUEL WORLd’

Wrath: a headcanon about your character and their anger management

oh man she’s usually so calm, but jamie won’t hesitate to hurt someone that offends her, or hurts someone she cares about. like if you even look the wrong way at steve, she’s immediately on guard omg like she’s tiny, but she’s 115 pounds of whoop ass in a can okay jams is 1000000% ready to fight everyone all at one time

Envy: a headcanon about your character's secret desires and jealousies