Due to very recent and disturbing events, I've made the decision to revise this collection and remove any association with Melanie Martinez and her music, including all of the titles. As much of a fan I was of this album, and of her, this was very difficult to decide. At first I was strongly tempted to just wipe this fic off the face of the planet and delete it forever and ever. But I knew that wasn't fair to those of you who may have enjoyed a couple of these ficlets for what they are.

But I also know that ultimately I don't want this collection of ficlets for a show that I love associated with something so terrible, which may be potentially hurtful or triggering for victims of sexual assault. So I've changed a lot of this work to be totally and utterly separated from that person and their music.

I'm a writer, but I'm also a human being. And as a creator, I need to be mindful of how my art may affect other people, specifically readers. So ultimately, I knew this was the right decision to make for myself and for others.

With this revamp of the collection as simply emotion/feeling themed, I've decided I'll keep this collection open and add to it now and then. Now that I don't have a particular set number of ficlets in mind (now that it's not strictly based off of a tracklist of an album), there's actually a wide range of themes that I could write about. So that's a plus!

And to those of you who had enjoyed this collection the way I had it before, I hope you'll be able to enjoy it in its' improved, revised form. (To be totally honest, personally, I think I like it a lot more now!)

All word definitions are from Google, unless I say otherwise.

(Original author's note: These vary in length between ficlets and drabbles—originally I was aiming for these to be true drabbles (100 words or less) but I have no self control, like ZERO self control honestly, and I could barely contain myself as I wrote some of these. So a good majority of them are small ficlets. Heh.

Some of these have simpler scenarios, some of them are more complicated. None of these will have continuations, and each drabble/ficlet is stand alone, aka there's no ongoing plot that runs between all of these, they're completely separate. This is my first time doing something like this, and because of how fun they are to write, I might do more of these collections!

Mostly just a bunch of 'what if' scenarios, maybe there'll be some AU, although some are more like a peek at angsty inner monologues or musings. Fluid canonity, I have some fun with it—some are canon, a few are super NOT canon. So I guess just suspend disbelief and enjoy the ride!)

Enjoy!

Warnings: Mention of substance abuse, mild language, some violence. May be elements of horror in later additions.

1: Guilt

noun

1. the fact of having committed a specified or implied offense or crime.

2. a feeling of having done wrong or failed in an obligation.

I was created for this. To cry.

My tears heal. They needed my tears to survive—the diamonds, Pink Diamond's gems. They needed me. She needed me. So for them, I cried to heal, to save.

It wasn't much different, truly. When I betrayed them all. When I started the rebellion. Aside from being their leader, I still healed. I still saved. I just began to save the right side.

I had to follow my heart. And my heart was with the Earth. A place of such beauty—beauty the likes of which I had never seen on Homeworld—was more than the Diamonds could ever deserve. They would colonize and destroy its' exquisiteness, destroy humanity, the aliens that I so loved and admired. I couldn't let it happen.

I wanted to protect us all from Homeworld—Earth, and the Crystal Gems. I did everything. I…tried.

We won, technically. But at a price.

My failures will come back one day.

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He'll be created for this. To learn. To cry. To heal.

To protect them from what I've done.