wasn’t referring to verbal truth. I
was referring to,” and then there was a brief pause that was followed by a light press to
the center of your stomach. Your back laid flat against the wooden bench before the predatory loom of his figure appeared overhead, “Candor of the body. Which you, my love, are the
absolute queen of.”
With an exchanged swipe, taste forthcoming as the two of you
had intended. Too sweet, muttered against your lips – lips that curved
into ones of amusement at his feigned disfavor for your particular arrangement
of the poison. Too bitter, slipped past your teeth in retort, the air of
the syllables brushing against his breath; a dance of icy exhales in a burning
winter night. His mouth twitched at that, following your suit into similar
enjoyment of the playful critique.
“Maybe not my coffee, but sweet in other aspects, no?” He
spoke in a devilish dialect of insinuation and lust; one that, before
encountering him, was unfamiliar to you. Adoration, it managed to claw at your
chest with great vigor each and every time he glanced down at you through
darkened tufts of raven hair. His words wrapping their way around you entirely
until they sounded of music. The notes gliding across your bones as his voice
conducted your motions.
genre/prompts: fluffity fluffer fluff w/waking up reader, wearing each other’s clothes, just a lil bit of suggestiveness and absolutely no plot whatsoever
word count: 1618
summary: In his excitement of seeing you after so long, he forgets to be a little more gentle when it concerns waking you up.
Vernon looked forward to Tuesdays the most.
To others it might be that random meh day in the middle of the week, not exactly Hump Day but at least not a Monday. But his Tuesdays were special, because once practice was over he could spend the rest of the day to himself. Usually he’d be songwriting with the guys in the studio, or finally getting around to reading that Vonnegut novel his mom had been bugging him about.
But this Tuesday was even more special because he could spend the day with his girlfriend. Today’s practice ended early (and by early, meaning really late from Monday night into Tuesday morning) and seven out of the thirteen members knocked out in the middle of the dorm before they could even think about scheduling another practice. A sudden shot of energy ran through his system as he took the trip to your apartment, hardly even bothering to shower or change his clothes.
As a child, I was obsessed with ballet. My favorite shows were Angelina Ballerina and Princess Tutu, and almost all of my stuffed animals(especially the bunnies) were ballerinas. Swan Lake and the Nutcracker were my favorite fairytales.
And more than anything, I wanted so badly to be a ballerina.
Of course back then, it wasn’t really an option. The classes and supplies were to expensive for kids my age. We couldn’t afford the show tutus they required you to buy.
So that dream was tucked away.
Years and years later, Rou encouraged me to get into Princess Tutu again <3 At once I fell in love. It’s a story I’ll always come back to with open arms. A fandom I’ll always stick with.
My Mom’s always been so supportive of my fandoms. And lately, she’s noticed I’ve been really into Princess Tutu and ballet again. So for Christmas, she got me actual ballet lessons >v< )/
and oooooh my God am I excited. The first lesson was amazing, I can’t stop practicing. I’m in love all over again <3 I’m so, so happy to be reliving old dreams again <3 I want to become a ballerina! And it’s all thanks to Princess Tutu!
WAS IT REALLY ROSE QUARTZ WHO KILLED PINK DIAMOND?
Bismuth mentions in her own titled episode that she specifically crafted Rose’s sword for her. She even mentions how efficient it is at disabled and poofing gems.
But she also mentions that it was never designed to actually break a gem. This means that she could never have used it to defeat even a Diamond, which I must mention is one of the toughest gems there is.
However she goes on to say that she designed a special type of weapon called the Breaking Point, which is specifically designed to break gems. ANY gem. But this very much upsets Steven.
Steven professes that the weapon is far too an extreme of a weapon to use and it would bring down the moral level of the Crystal Gems and make them no better than the Diamond Authority.
Afterwhich, Bismuth exclaims that ROSE felt the same way. That she never wanted to use the weapon, and that she never wanted to take away the lives of any gem.
But Bismuth does NOT feel the same way, in fact she even goes so far as to suggest that she would have taken matters into her own hands. And then she says this:
Considering this very important line of dialog, lets fast forward to the most recent steven bomb, the one where Steven is being questioned by the Diamonds.
After a vague and totally fabricated explanation, Steven assumes Rose used the Breaking Point.
But THAT IS NOT WHAT HAPPENED according to the Blue Diamond This brings a huge amount of questions to not only us, but the lawyers overseeing the trial. The zircon defence is no longer convinced and starts to make their own assumptions…
Throughout the entire trial, Yellow Diamond was insistent on shattering Rose as quickly as possible. Before, during, and after the trial. She poofed the lawyers, got in a fight with Blue Diamond, and even challenged the evidence brought up in court. However at the same time we have word of mouth from Blue Diamond that she was killed with a sword. Was this at all witnessed or was it in a report? Was Ruby lying when she said she saw it with her own eye? And why did the Crystal gems say that Rose killed her when her sword couldn’t do the job?
If Zircon was correct, then not only is Blue and Yellow implicated, then so may even White Diamond! Which brings us back to the very few and only records of White Diamond.
What was happening here between these two? Was this really Pink Diamond? Or was it White Diamond? What really happened between all of them? Who really killed Pink Diamond? Was it Rose? Was it Bismuth? Was it any one of the other Diamonds? Was it someone else entirely that we dont even know about? Or maybe, for all we know, and it may be a far stretch, she isn’t even dead?
After last week’s angstfest, I wanted to write something a lot fluffier, so here you go! Also, I only realised after I had finished writing this that this fic is eerily similar to that one scene from Tangled. Oops?