#cutfivexg

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peridot has a scizor and They Should Be Friends… both our losers and their pokemon

     if by friends you mean FIGHT ME FOR YOUR LUNCH MONEY BRAT!! 

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cutfivexg replied to your post:      in case ya’ll were wondering what pokemon i...

SCRAFTY IS SO FITTING

     it’s the physical manifestation of FIGHT ME 

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' if you don’t like how i tweet, don’t follow me. '

“Then stop ‘tweeting’ shit about me. How else should I find out?”

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what did you just call me, you miserable beta ?

“Cannon-fodder grunt. Low-resourced pebble.”

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ya CLOD.

Squints.“Defective runt.”

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callou.t for @cutfivexg

tina:

• likes memes

• is there ic on the blog???? no one knos

• reblogged one (1) meme

• secretly a scorpion with human hands

• probably doesn’t like pineapple pizza

peridot:

• joined the crystal gems

• between fite or flight will always fite u

• cynical, yet pure, is confusing & thus problematic

• doesn’t say fuck

• let peridot say fuck you monster

• too #extra

• left homeworld

• ik y’all will want sources so???? here u go :////   x  x   x  don’t talk 2 me this is #proof

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@cutfivexg

The wind-driven sands continued to patter against a section of the bunker. A fair distance away, within view, was the ship. Useless, until the storm passed, and Jasper estimated they would spend a day swiping sections of the ship from its earthly barrage.  She paced and stalked the center all endlessly and senselessly, impatient and restless and firmly disgruntled. Nothing to do but wait. Everything had gone wrong since they entered the atmosphere. It seemed naut less than a miracle that they had found the bunker to begin with. The encrypted data was in her pocket, stowed away close to her heart. She unclipped her communicator, dialing her Technician’s number, her disgruntled mug able to be viewed from the other connecting line as she waited for the other to answer.

“Where have you been? Get to the bridge.”

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❣

a dying kiss

It flowed too fast. Removing the blade, underestimating it, had been her downfall, and as prepared for death as she had been, it was happening too fast.

As the adrenaline wore down, and the bleeding did not cease, Jasper snapped her clasps with a dagger, discarding the breastplate, her hand falling desperately to her side as she slipped against the running river of red and howled. Dying was not quiet. She did not lie down and submit, even when she realized she had straggled past the point of no return. Her breath came fast, her panic mounting. Too much, too much, can not stop it.

Not ready.She had her fair share of scars, deep, brutal, many a blade slipping past her skin, but this one had been wrong. Stricken from the back from an unseen, cowardly foe while facing off with another she had gotten an easy upper-hand on.She had killed the stick of a man who bestowed her death blow. Now, it brought her little satisfaction. She had more to do. She had to find her–Jasper thudded heavy against a thick, old oak, hacking, shuddering, wheezing as crimson spilled from her mouth, half her leg wet and sticky. She moved on out of sheer desperation, away from the flatlands, into those foresty depths where she had last seen the archer.She moved her mouth, shouting, but heard nothing from her own voice. Every thing seemed far away, blackness consuming the edges of her vision so thickly she could scarcely see a foot ahead, stumbling on blindly, dizzy,  death on her breath.She spotted a flash of forest green and drunkenly swiveled, oh, her heart floored as her knees hit the dirt, and she snatched a hand out, still blind, uncaring as her bloodied hand left her side, finding the other soldier’s face, deaf, holding her still as her lips found the other’s. A last desperate act.