Alright so I’m doing another lyricstuck, for Percy Jackson this time, starring Luke! I just started tonight so it’ll honestly take forever (I’m talking months maybe) since I have school and everything but I wanted to share the first two pics with you guys :D
and I definitely wont post anymore till I’m done because I do this all the time I just need to be patient and not spoil the entire thing
So there’s a theory going around now that Pearl belonged to White Diamond, not Rose Quartz. It totally makes sense, and it fits the pattern of Homeworld Pearls we’ve seen so far. Pearls tend to be designed to match their Diamonds, and our Pearl has white skin and has her gem in the same place as the Diamond we saw in that mural. At some point she left White Diamond and joined the resistance. Maybe their connection was broken violently, maybe Rose lured her away by offering something better.
But what if Rose did have her own Pearl? A Pearl to carry her things, and designed to match her style, maybe with huge pink hair or something.
But if Rose had a Pearl, something must have happened to her. What if she became corrupted somehow and became a weird gem monster, like all the others we’ve seen? What if Rose managed to keep her from going completely feral, and helped her retain something of herself?
Still need contacts (apparetnly I threw mine out -_- and the neck piece thing. And I want ot get a new wig but I’m SO happy. I really didn’t want to change out of this. But I live in FL and it’s fekkin hot.
also I look like shit cuz i worked all day and am really tired so sorry for that
moving all my Voltron stuff to my side blog Pidge-0n
I received this beautiful request from @yourozness a while ago and planned on writing a short little blurb about it but then something went horribly wrong and it’s now just over 3.5k words and I have no regrets. Whatsoever.
I’m not sure what genre this fits in, but hopefully it’s enough to soothe your little Klance shipper hearts.
Lance wasn’t sure if it was cool or creepy that, after spending so much time with their lions–bonding, as Shiro so loved to call it–the giant robots started acting like their paladins.
It wasn’t like the green lion started programming computers or the yellow lion turned strange alien plants into a three course meal. No, it was more subtle than that. The black lion became more prone to polarized action, almost like it was feeling Shiro’s PTSD along with him and either fought like mad or couldn’t move at all. Keith’s lion grew impulsive, and when Lance was in his lion she felt more enthusiastic about making flashy maneuvers than she used to. In the few times the lions had ever moved without their pilots, they ended up together in positions so characteristic of the paladins, it was uncanny. The yellow sprawled across the ground, the black curled protectively around the green, and the red and blue poised to fight at a moment’s notice.
I wrote this story for you, but when I began it I had not realized that girls grow quicker than books. As a result you are already too old for fairy tales, and by the time it is printed and bound you will be older still. But some day you will be old enough to start reading fairy tales again. You can then take it down from some upper shelf, dust it, and tell me what you think of it. I shall probably be too deaf to hear, and too old to understand, a word you say, but I shall still be
Your affectionate Godfather