`* -- DEEP CUT.

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pops my gum,, yeah ame’s moving blogs again tbh. new blog is gonna be strickly friends only, sorry! all threads i had here will be carried over to the new blog.

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ruinblessed.

          ‘  it’s  a  secret  ,  ’        what  sly  -  mouthed  wiles  would  slip  out  a  searing  smirk  ,  subtle  in  the  way  her  SILVER  TONGUE  would  swallow  .  a  trickster  lies  hidden  under  her  gleaming  skin  and  luster  ,  always  proper  in  her  mischief  .        ‘  if  i  just  told  you  what  pearl  and  i  are  saying  ,  then  it  wouldn’t  be  a  secret  anymore  ,  would  it  ?  ’

          ‘ ---- seriously ? ‘ deadpan. unspoken attitude is prominent in her jutted hip, appendages crossed over her chest. she expects such things to play out like a game of cat & mouse, but the mouse is slick, not easily caught this time around. ( or perhaps she wasn’t the cat this time around. ) ‘ that’s what you’re gonna say ? hah ---- c’mon, that’s so not fair & you know it ! ‘

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‘ i find that answer vague and unconvincing. ‘

rouge one.

          “ yeah, well ---- your question was specific & super boring. “

[beeplz]

School is stressing me out so here is a gem doodle ;) Going to add to redbubble

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feintlike.

❝   i’m  not   boring.   ❞   blinking   eyes peer over the cover of her novel,   feline ears flicking dismissively.   ❝   i just -   look.   i’m almost finished chapter seventeen,   it’s the best part in the entire novel.   if you   read   it,   you’d understand.   ❞

          ‘ booooooring. ‘ as if a disgusting taste had settled on her tongue, she gags. form tilts backwards until she’s flat against the couch, legs kicked up into the air, as if such actions would sate her desire for entertainment. ‘ dude, starin’ at pages with a bunch of words on ‘em ain’t exactly my kind of good time. ------ UGH, hurry up, dude. i need t’ DO somethin’ before i die. ... from boredom. ‘

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‘i don’t need luck, i have you. ——— but in all seriousness, i'm not very optimistic about our odds. ‘ / blends two together bc :3c

ROGUE ONE.

          ‘ what, ’m not lucky enough for ya ? ‘

     jest amidst battle; an odd specialty, though not uncommon to either party. ( she would always remain pearl’s opposite no matter the situation. precise movements with a chaotic storm to follow. grace chased by vulgarity. there was never any other way with them. ) grip ‘pon weapon tightens only as they begin to circle, grin stretching wider. her shoulders begin to bob with soft mirth. ‘ sheesh, have a l’il FAITH, pearl. ‘

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         but we don’t hang out with you because of who you ‘ could ’ be. we like you.                         amethyst of su // penned by august // rp blogs only.

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startrusting.

                                 ‘      no   ,   no   ,   no   —  wait   ,   ame   !   you   can’t   leave   now   !   it’s   just   getting   to   the   good   part   !      ’      rolls   from   her   stomach   to   her   side   &   back   again   ,   eyes   wide   &   manic   in   desperation   as   finger   presses   to   lips   &   she   points   wildly   to   the   television   that   has   seemed   to   captivate   her   .   rises   to   her   knees   /   grips   tight   to   the   wrist   of   the   other   :   a   last   attempt   to   convince   her   to   stay   .      ‘      don’t   you   wanna   find   out   who   killed   DUCKTECTIVE   ?      ’      

          ‘ EUGH ---- why not ? ‘ sight flickers to hold against wrist, the desperate plea of another, answered with a somewhat disgusted look. ( as if the show was enough to offend her; not many things could have such effect, not even a horrible show made in the name of entertainment. horrible was what had her charging for the door. in the name of satire was a different issue all together. those instances were funny. this, however, was sincerely horrible. ) she sighs, resignation, & plops back into the spot she had been only moments ago, appendages crossing atop chest. ‘ c’mon, dude, it’s just a duck. maybe he got eaten or somethin’, i dunno. don’t really care, either. ‘

[forcewith]

ROGUE ONE: A STAR WARS STORY SENTENCE MEME

possible spoilers.

‘ whatever i do, i do it to protect you. ‘

‘ you’re confusing peace with terror. ‘

‘ have to start somewhere. ‘

‘ you will never win. ‘

‘ come. we have a long ride ahead of us. ‘

‘ is that ___ ? he/she/they look a little different than i imagined.’

‘ what part of ‘urgent message’ do you guys not understand ? ‘

‘ you want to get out of here ? ‘

‘ congratulations. you are being rescued. ‘

‘ i like to think he/she’s/they’re dead. it makes things easier. ‘

‘ i’ve never had the luxury of political opinions. ‘

‘ what we need is someone who can get us through the door without being killed. ‘

‘ that is a bad idea. i think so, and so does ___. ‘

‘ you find him/her/them, you kill him/her/them. then and there. ‘

‘ why does he/she/they get a ___ and i don’t ? ‘

‘ i find that answer vague and unconvincing. ‘

‘ trust goes both ways. ‘

‘ i will not fail. ‘

‘ yes, i’m speaking to you. ‘

‘ for that answer, you must pay. ‘

‘ we’re not here to make friends. ‘

‘ tell me you have a back-up plan. ‘

‘ there are a lot of explosions for two people blending in. ‘

‘ quiet ! ‘

‘ and there’s a fresh one if you mouth off again. ‘

‘ let them pass in peace. ‘

‘ is your foot alright ? ‘

‘ you almost shot me ! ‘

‘ there is more than one sort of prison, ___. i sense you carry yours wherever you go. ‘

‘ not a day goes by where i don’t think of you. ‘

‘ did they send you – ? did you come here to kill me ? ‘

‘ all it’s ever brought me is pain. ‘

‘ i will run no longer, but you must save yourself. ‘

‘ it’s beautiful. ‘

‘ i’m not very optimistic about our odds. ‘

‘ i believe i owe you an apology, ___. your work exceeds all expectations. ‘

‘ we stand here amidst my achievement, not yours ! ‘

‘ does he/she/they look like a killer ? ‘

‘i don’t need luck, i have you. ‘

‘ i have so much to tell you. ‘

‘ you lied to me. ‘

‘ you’re in shock. ‘

‘ you’re in shock, and looking for someplace to put it. i’ve seen it before.’

‘ i had every chance to pull the trigger. but did i ? ‘

‘ i had orders. orders that i disobeyed. but you wouldn’t understand that. ‘

‘ we don’t all have the luxury of deciding when we want to care about something. ‘

‘ you’re not the only one who lost everything. some of us just decided to do something about it. ‘

‘ be careful not to choke on your aspirations, ___. ‘

‘ what chance do we have ? the question is, what choice ? ‘

‘ the time to fight is now. ‘

‘ every time i walked away from something i wanted to forget, i told myself it was for a cause i believed in. ‘

‘ i couldn’t face myself if i gave up now. ‘

‘ ___, i’ll be there for you. ‘

‘ ___ said i had to. ‘

‘ not used to people sticking around when things go bad. ‘

‘ welcome home. ‘

‘ one fighter with a sharp stick and nothing left to lose can take the day. ‘

‘ make ten men feel like a hundred. ‘

‘ good luck, little sister/brother. ‘

‘ i’ve got a bad feeling about this – ‘

‘ light it up. ‘

‘ why does nobody ever tell me anything, ___ ? ‘

‘ here. you wanted one, right ? ‘

‘ your behavior, ___, is continually unexpected. ‘

‘ ___ ! come back ! please ! ‘

‘ ___, don’t go. don’t go. i’m here. i’m here. ‘

‘ it’s okay. it’s okay. ‘

‘ this is for you, ___. ‘

‘ do you think anybody’s listening ? ‘

‘ you may fire when ready. ‘

‘ ___ would have been proud of you. ‘

[cordiforms-a-deactivated2018070]

goes for the high five.

      not today.   not here, not now.               SUPERNOVA:  apposite, given the heavens that flash & flare ‘round their borrowed ship   /   for it is just as sudden, just as brilliant, and just as overdue as a star’s self-slaughter:   she kisses her.   attenuated fingers curl and close ‘round her wrist,   violent \ vice,   as she draws her into orbit.   synthetic skins   ( tricks of light; stardust )   BURN in ardent testimony of their triumph; scraping teeth, graceless lips             THEY’RE ALIVE.

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txchnologia.

       ❛ that’s oddly specific. remind me to search what a scared fish looks like once my tablet finishes charging. ❜

in retrospect she should’ve anticipated it, she knows the quartz by now, but amethyst still manages to catch her off guard. wide-eyed and irritated, she huffs, pouncing at her to execute her revenge.

       ❛ —— let’s see how you like it ! ❜

she just flicks her nose.

          “ no, no no – ! it’s like … ugh, you know ! it’s an expression. like when you tap on fish tanks & they freak out & swim away. y’ look like that kind of scared. “

     she’s still giggling by the time peridot seeks her revenge, but revenge would only fuel the fire she’s started. palm moves to cover her nose, her surprise only lasting for a second before full laughter & mischief take over. “ ohohoho, now you’re gonna get it. “

     a grin spreads across her face before she charges forward & bowls the other gem over, both of them tumbling into the dirt. “ DOG PIIIIILE !! “

[giffing-amethyst]

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bvrnie.

                    a telltale crunch, a decay, discord setting down spine like wildfire as he stiffens akin to IRON. eyes darkening, an ocean changing its tide ; a storm conspiring against horizon. ‘ amethyst, ’ said with the sharpness of a tack, ‘ i know you’re not eating a plate, are you —- ? ’

          “ pff ---- no. “ sarcasm laced speech, not so much as a glance spared. she remains the poster model for lethargy. slight lifting of arm follows the second crunch, & she mumbles through a mouthful of ceramic coated with the remains of some god awful liquid. ( who knew where she found that. ) “ ‘s a mug. learn your stuff, burns. “

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          “ look, jasper, i know this whole ‘ movin’ to earth for good ‘ thing is like ... culture shock or whatever, but ya gotta stop punchin’ everything that makes a noise. how am i s’posed t’ make a legendary sandwich if you keep wreckin’ the kitchen every time the microwave beeps ? “ // @earthcorrupted

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          “ yeah, one of your morp things fell off the barn & totally knocked you out. so i laid down next to ya so it looked like we were chillin’. “ // @txchnologia​

[choemy]

Peridot + Bonding With The Crystal Gems

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          “ sooooo ... is this, like, some kinda thing steven told you about or what ? “ admittedly, amethyst only liked staying still when it was her own choice to be. she could only watch as pearl held onto her hand with her own, fingers gently squeezing each of amethyst’s one after another to unsheathe each claw. in her other hand was a small brush, which spread a bright teal paint onto each nail in turn. every so often amethyst would squirm. “ kinda weird. does it make ‘em stay that color forever ? “ // @cordiforms