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When she’d seen Jasper come back inside she stayed silent, studying the other’s face with the care and fondness of someone who’d known her since the beginning of time. Of course, she hadn’t known her for that long. But she was starting to feel like she had. That unprobable life they were leading together in that temple to idleness in the middle of a sea of grass and silence had turned the barn into a true sanctuary for the both of them.

The time they had invested in each other’s company was finally starting to pay off. Forced tolerance had slowly turned to polite indifference, then to cautious acceptance and, finally, to something that resembled descreet affection. They had grown accustomed to each other’s sight, voice and, with time, touch.

And now all had led to that unexpected kiss. The feeling of the other’s lips on her struck her. Breath got caught in her chest. She was weary to move even an inch, for fear of ruining the moment. However, after a moment that seemed to last forever, she got an encore.

She didn’t flich, surprising herself of how calm she was to let the other reach -as she was discovering right there and then- one of her most sensitive areas… even more than calm. She was relaxed… she was liking it.

She held her breath, feeling herself warm up despite the chilly weather. Her eyes half lidded, smiling upon discovering herself free from any leftover hint of disgust and guilt and perfectly able to enjoy the attention for what is was. Warm, pleasant, sincere.

She was dying to say something, ask a reason for that gesture but she couldn’t bear the thought of interrupting. Though, she could not stand not reciprocating somehow either. So she gently leaned her head against Jasper’s, nuzzling a little to show she was not pushing her away.

[anarchyreign-a]

🔥 shipping, ooc content, pepsi and coke

Unpopular opinion memerinoOOC content -- Really really wish people would stop whining about shipping and shit. Like I get it, you want your character to be happy, cool. But I’m going to rip myself in half if I see another “Hey, ship with me” thing like FUCK

Pepsi and Coke -- They’re both trash

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[ 卐 ] - Zorin had given her voluntary transformation for granted.  When project 666 had been in it’s prime, there was no shortage of volunteers willing to participate in this experiment of turning ordinary people into vampires. Back when the third Reich was still something most people took pride in serving - the next warrior in line was not hard to find. To say things had changed over the years would be a gross understatement. One thing was for certain- there were no more volunteers after world war II. This did not stop the Doktor- it only excited him. Now there was no more limits, no more reason to take measures to conserve lives. 

When Zorin had agreed to letting the demon posses her body decades ago- it had been a choice to take the risk of facing a beast that had ripped unsatisfactory hosts to shreds. Millenium’s now feeble ranks could not take this luxury as it dragged away countless people- adults and children alike- from their homes to test new ways of making weapons. Zorin had no seen any of these survive when she bothered to look. 

This woman was the exception.  This was the damn prisoner Zorin was supposed to look after and control by the Major’s orders. She wasn’t supposed to meet before it was time- but the illusionist doubted she’d be killed over disobeying such a trivial order if they ever found out.  

Shame she didn’t look like much now. Her size and height reminded the heretic of her own, but the utter amount of exhaustion written in her muscles and present on her face even in rest almost hurt to look at. Wouldn’t take a genius to find out why with all the syringe marks and bruises. Left to sleep like a damn animal in that cage without so much as a blanket to keep away the chill. 

Zorin tapped two or three times on the bars of the oversized kennel to try and get her eyes to open. 

“Hey. Vake up. Ve need to talk.” 

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   Holds barred and respect ground through clenched, nervous teeth, 9XB tilted her head upwards in an effort to look Jasper in the eye. Anxiety ate at her core; was this truly Pink Diamond’s perfect quartz, the one that had been so positively spoken about by her superiors and - not to mention - every gem who’d caught sight of her?

   If she was, she was a sight to behold. Intimidated and amazed were two words to describe the Rose Quartz’s erratic emotions in the moment. She’d only been unbubbled for around a week. She’d missed so much... And yet she still remembered that there was no disrespecting this mighty quartz soldier.

            ❛ Rose Quartz, facet 3C6G, cut 9XB, ❜ she identified herself, unruly curls accenting her unready state.

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Her thumbs brushed softly against the glass screen of her phone. Short, manicured nails tapped lightly on the keyboard. Placed on her crossed knee was a marginally crumpled scrap of paper with a series of digits scrawled across it. The ink was smudged from her sweat while the paper was in the pocket of her jeans. A scowl crossed her face as she tried to decipher the numbers through both the smudges and the messy penmanship.

Finally she managed, beginning to type up a message. Her thumbs moved across the screen lightning fast, each word popping up within seconds. Nerves caused some hesitation between words. “Hi, this is Emerald. You fixed up my car a bit ago. Would you wanna come over for coffee tonight?”

Her hand clasped her forehead, an exasperated sigh escaping her lips. That sounded so stupid and cliche. Why did she even think to write it? It was as if she was writing a script for early 2000s porn. Maybe Jasper could be the pizza woman.

She slammed down on the backspace key, trying to think of some other text she could send. “Hey, Emerald here, from the car shop. What time do you get off work?” Oh god, she sounded like some axe murderer with that sentence.

Maybe the third time was the charm. “Hi there! This is Emerald. Would you want to hang out tonight?” There was something about the message which still didn’t sit right with her. But that was almost certainly the best she was going to get. So with shaky breathe and a solid stone of nerves in her stomach, she tapped send. A twinge of regret resounded in her but it was too late now. Now, she just had to wait for a reply.

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Dear Jasper,

I wish to inform you that I consider you to be a sexi gem, a quality which I consider extremely attractive. Frankly, the world is filled with many wonderful gems, though you are far more intriguing than them. I find myself daydreaming about your massive ween. Your butt cheeks are like pillows, and your bicep is like a mountain. I would happily burn homeward to the ground in order to have you in my pussy arms. I can only hope that you feel the same oomph towards me. I eagerly anticipate your candid reply.

Sincerely, your friend Rose Quartz

I’M SORRY

In all seriousness, though: 

Dear Jasper,

I wish to inform you that I consider you to be an exceptional gem, a quality which I consider extremely attractive. Frankly, the world is filled with many wonderful gems, though you are far more intriguing than them. I find myself daydreaming about us on Earth together— with not a care in the world. Your eyes shine like our sun, and your lips are like flower petals. I would happily fly us to the farthest edge of the galaxy in order to have you be mine. I can only hope that you feel the same draw towards me. I eagerly anticipate your candid reply.

Sincerely, your friend Rose Quartz

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Harley walked the streets nonchalantly, baseball bat swinging at her side. It was early in the morning and the sun had not yet come up to peak over the tall buildings of her grungy city.

She’d been walking for around twenty minutes, the sound of loud footsteps behind her becomingly increasingly obvious the longer she walked. Eventually, the noise got her annoyed rather than her original feelings of curiosity, the blonde whirling around to look at her follower.

“What’cha want?” she asked before looking, ice blue eyes falling on a figure nearly twice her height and build. The dim light of the streetlamps illuminated the tall individual’s face and hair, everything below that being bathed in the shadows of the 4 AM darkness.

Harley assumed it was a woman, the hourglass figure of the massive individual not entirely masked by muscle. Her skin was a vibrant orange, abstract stripes of red decorating the person’s skin; that was when she noticed the lack of a nose, a sharp looking gemstone fixed in its place.

She raised an eyebrow, taking a few steps backward before crossing her arms, examining.

“What are you, and why are ya’ followin’ me?”

{that moment when it was supposed to be short... haha.. oops. Also, you don’t use icons, so I won’t either :) } 

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Wednesdays. How unbearable yet relieving at the same time. On one hand, when it came to days like this, students would reference stupid memes and annoy Paige more than usual. But on another, the school day would be shorter. Paige could only hope today would give her at least some sort of freedom from irritation.