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[zaraegis]

Dice be E X T R A T H I C C

devil be like: thank u for this meal???

[wilted3sunflowers]

I might have a theory for Rose Quartz's "clone", might be a bit shaky but... what if quartzs just have a specific set of looks/features? I've noticed that design-wise, the less important the gems, the more they tend to look alike (see Rubies). Perhaps they're just kind of programmed with less and less sets of available features the lower their status is, and Pink Diamond just happened to create an avatar that mixed some of those pre-set features in a way that's practically identical to that one?

i dont think she did that especially because there wasnt any reason to, much less the fact that it was never kind of alluded to shes that way because rose made her as a scapegoat

the gems never even had The Rose Quartz’ designation (much less the fact that some dont even believe Rose Quartz existed at all)  so why make a rose quartz to take the fall when she never needed to do that, and never would have thought to do that with what we’ve learned of rose quartz growth of trying not to put others in harms way. 

It doesnt sound right at all for her to create someone to take the blame when she wouldnt do that as a person, she even asked pearl to shapeshift into her when ‘shattering’ herself so the blame would be on Rose Quartz, not the renegade pearl or anything. 

i just dont buy that pink/rose would make a scapegoat purposefully 

[scardnbroken]

@frxgmcntcd​

“ FUCK YOU! “

Vaas yelled into the dark dense of the forest. This woman had been evading him every single step of the way. She’d killed his men and made a name for herself and all the while she had avoided every single little trap Vaas had thrown her way. He was fuming as he stomped through the forest, eyes glazed over from the joint he’d had earlier. At least it made him somewhat calm and less trigger happy.

“ OYE! If you come out here, I swear I will not shoot you. “ Would he keep that promise? It was possible, but yet again this was Vaas and he was far too unpredictable to actually read.

[hystericals]

@frxgmcntcd​ asked "I have no home anymore." / accepting 

𝐎𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐚 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐚 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬. HOME. She had thought of hers often, especially now. Sleeping in the cold, dark embrace of the trees was not something she had considered for herself-- until now. Her fingers curl around the tankard, the amber liquid reflecting the flickering candles in the dimly lit tavern, truth be told she wasn’t even sure of where she was anymore, but she didn’t care. Yesterday her campsite had been burned to the ground, everything she had managed to collect was gone and what little coin she had left had to be spent on new supplies to get her moving. 

“Home is less about a physical place and more about your connections to others.” As much as it broke her heart to say, it was true. A home meant family, and right now Ophelia was more without a home than she had ever been in her entire life. The Brotherhood, and the woman she respected most, sought to blame her for the transgressions of her king, and her family was long dead. She had no one and nothing to care for. 

She turns to the other, giving the other a soft smile. “If you have people to love and people who love you, then you will never be without a home to go to. If you have neither of those things... well. You aren’t alone in that.”

She tucks her blonde hair behind her ear and turns back to take a slow drink of the ale in her cup, it never was something she liked but after weeks of traveling she had gotten quite used to the taste, although she would never say fond. She lets silence fall, giving her company time to reply if they should choose to do so. 

[rekakrola]

Dear Diary

19 March

Mother has died. 

By ‘died’, I ought to say Mother has been killed. A victim of Nilfgaard, of course. When Vizima was sacked. I didn’t hear the news until far too late, also of course. I don’t know how I feel. I know I ought to be angry, sad, grieving. I don’t feel anything. I’ve lost two of the only people that ever gave a shit about me. Thank the gods Ves is still here after a scrape with Henselt, may he rot in Hell. I can’t let her out of my sight. I can’t lose her too.

Drinking is the only pastime I engage in. Mum always said I’d end up like my real father if I wasn’t careful. I try to keep track of how much I drink but it gets hard when I feel… this way. I have so many thoughts in my head but I can’t make enough sense of it to write it down. Like a dark fog over everything. It stays even when I’m sober. There’s something wrong with me.

[unfortunateperceval]

"...well technically yes, you are a twink."

         “This again.”

[gynvaell]

Choosing a present for Eldain was probably one of the hardest things she'd done in the past decade. What to give, what to give? Tempting as it was, presenting her friendship as a gift would no doubt end with her bleeding. So, after much thinking, she settled for something just as intangible, but more surprising: a song, the first she managed to compose ever since teaching herself to play an instrument. Nothing amazing, especially compared to elven music, but hopefully he'd like it nonetheless.

                        *  /  @frxgmcntcd​

            Surprising,  &  rather  creative.  Eldain   sat  back  &  enjoyed  the  song  played  with  quite  the  rapt  attentiveness,  eyes  following  the  strum  of  her  fingers  &  the  vibrations  of  the  strings.  Even  as  it  came  to  a  close,  he  couldn’t  help  the  small  smile  dimpling  his  cheeks.  How  wonderful,  beautiful,  lovely.  ❛  Flamia,  my  dear  vampiress.  Each  Yule  you  surprise  me  further  &  leave  me  pleasantly  lulled.  This  gift  I  shall  cherish,  &  I’d  love  to  once  again  hear  it  when  you’ve  the  time.  ❜  

[ofrxvia]

Unprompted ! || Accepting! @frxgmcntcd​

The gift she presented him with was quite nice. A well-made leather jerkin, sewn with care and done so to retain mobility as well as warmth and protection. It was hard to find anyone capable of such work, when had Flamia learned? None the less, he was still quite pleased, a smile actually showing itself. “Did you do the whole thing?” He questioned, those golden eyes going from the gift to her. “It’s really quite well done. Thanks.” It would certainly come in handy for his wintering. It was cold everywhere in the world but Toussaint in the winter.