garnet lips

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Pairing: Reader x Tom (gender neutral)

Words: 645

A/N: some slight nsfw, but nothing too wild. I hope you guys like it:)


His skin was warm against your finger as you traced the edge of his mouth.

Ever so gently, you leaned in to kiss him.

Tom grumbled, shaking his head a bit. “Go to bed,” he said, opening one eye to peek at you.

A smile spread across your face as you sat up, staring down at him before reaching over to grab your phone. “Can I take a picture of you? There’s something angelic about your morning face.”

“Does my hair look okay?” he asked.

“Not really,” you admitted, and Tom made a face before closing his eyes again.

“I’d much rather you fall back to sleep with me,” his hand reached out for you, but you swatted it away and opened the camera on your phone.

“I will, let me just take a quick photo.”

You took ten from the position you were sitting in now, and then another ten after laying back down beside him.

“Are you done yet?” he groaned, opening his eyes, and right at that moment, you snapped one last picture.

He was staring directly into the camera…directly at you. Those dark eyes of his were hazy with sleep; his garnet-colored lips delicate with life.  

“Beautiful,” you whispered, staring at the photo of his face. Tom leaned forward and took a glance at the picture, then he turned away, digging his face into the pillows. “Don’t be like that,” you told him, setting your phone and prying the pillows away from his face. With nothing to hide him, you were able to look at him as he was: bright with life and beauty. Oh how you wished everyone in the world could experience him as you did.

Tom’s hand came up to your cheek, sliding down until it was behind your neck. Without much force, he willed you down toward him. As your lips met with his, you pressed your right hand against his chest, feeling the hard muscle of his body as you kissed him. He tasted sweet and hot, his tongue a cool contrast as it slid against yours.

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Steven Universe Aesthetic
  • Amythest: converse shoes, Nirvana band shirt, leaky faucet, no money, late night snacking, dogs, noisy bars, gold trim, boots, binge drinking, loyalty, late night texting, highlighter, winged eyeliner, screaming, chestnuts, bed hair, tight dresses, black eyes, sleeping in, tidal waves, obedience, smell of perfume, feathers, blankets, cut hair, the feeling of cold floors, the warmth of sunlight, worrying, the feeling of being inadequate, sunglasses, spikes, the red sea, grey socks, gifts.
  • Pearl:
  • crushed glass, pretty pink, classical music, lava, drowning, the sound of chimes, fire, the feeling of relief after crying, safety, the feeling of being home, churches, fluffy white dogs, lying, the full moon, papaya fruit, blank white rooms, quicksand, injured birds, roses, stuffed animals, twisted ankles, the flow of water, guilt, the feeling of silk, hard wood, the sound of gravel, red lipstick, dainty dresses, sleeping cats, midday television, drama, lights, orchids, bees.
  • Garnet:
  • earthquakes, black & white photos, chaos, scratchy throats, chocolate, standing in military formation, split ends, hibernating bears, tall trees, hazelnuts, the smell of fresh bread, dormant volcano, Christmas lights, self confidence, the felling of rain, boats, being indecisive, the smell of honey, reliable, in control, laughter, hand holding, calligraphy, hugs, the feeling of wanting to cry, bronze, eating hot food on a cold day, armour, electricity, loose ends.
  • Rose:
  • secrets, love, puppies, annoyance, the feeling of failure, rose gold, babies, recklessness, freckles, the pitter patter of feet, butterflies, makeup, swans, a broken clock, shut blinds, scratched skin, birthmarks, dust, sleeping lions, mirrors, flowers in a field, clouds, a burning sun, a far off star, moss, graduation, sand, being disloyal, heatwaves, traveling, droughts, immortals , the feeling of fear, severeness, survival, cups of tea, angels, star signs, humanity, ribbons.
  • Steven:
  • toy boxes, forgiveness, reality, forests, clearings, singing, binge watching TV, junk food, the feeling of belonging, betrayal, daring, stripes, ugly furniture, the smell of spices, cardboard, the colour green, monkeys, pianos, walking, clear sky's, dark eyes, Disney movies, jumpers, cowboys, jumping up and down, striking peacocks, grey areas, exceptional, hybrid, faeries, airplanes, racing, chipmunks, squares, cuddles, abandonment, accomplishment.<p/></p>
She Loves Me pt. 2

A/N: I really hope you guys like it 

Bucky cuddled into you, his arms wrapping around your waist and holding you tight. He stayed quiet for a few minutes before taking a deep breath and looking up at you.

“You love me right?”

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More Farmer’s Market Solas, because I was asked for a part two, and also because I am weak and couldn’t resist.

Part one is here

Tagging @elfsplaining​, @elvhenaniwa​ and @ladylike-foxes​ because I think you might be interested in this. [I hope I’m not being too presumptuous!] 


Strawberries

Are you free this Friday?”

“Yes, I believe so.”

“Excellent. I would like to invite you over for dinner. Would you be comfortable with that?”

“Hmmm, I don’t know. Are you secretly a murderer?”

“No, but I cannot promise I will not be tempted to eat you. *laughs*”

“….”

“Neria? Are you there?”

“… yes. Sorry, I, ummm… I thought I heard someone at the door.”

“So, how about it? Dinner at seven, my place?”

“Works for me.”

“I’ll text you the address.”

“Perfect. See you on Friday, Solas.”

“Until Friday, Neria. I cannot wait.”

She smooths out the skirt of her dress nervously. He hadn’t told her what kind of meal it was going to be, so she erred on the side of caution and decided on a classic little black dress. The lack of sleeves shows off her lithe, tanned arms, and between the hem that hits her just above the knee and her high heels, her legs look like they were a million miles long.

Adjusting the bottle of wine in the gift basket one last time, she knocks on his door. He responds promptly, and she forgets the greeting on her lips when she sees him. He is wearing a grey shirt - the same color, she thinks idly, as the flecks in his blue eyes - with the collar loose, paired with crisply ironed black slacks.

He looks long, lean, and lethal.

He is luscious.

“Hello,” he says politely, an appreciative glint in his eye as he looks her over.

“Hey,” she replies, cheeks faintly pink under his gaze. “Here, this is for you,” she hands over the wicker basket, “my peach tree is overloaded. The wine’s an Antivan vintage, I hear it pairs well with everything.”

“Thank you, this was unnecessary,” he answers, swinging the door open wider to let her in.

“Oh, it was nothing,” she smiles.

“Would you like a drink first, or the grand tour?”

“A drink, please.” Something to keep her hands - and lips - occupied while she is in such close proximity to him.

“Of course. I happened to pick up a wonderful pear wine yesterday; would you care to try it?”

“That sounds wonderful.”

The wine glass is elegant, the stem covered in vines and leaves. The vintage itself is sweet and crisp, and she enjoys how smooth it feels as it travels down her throat.

“Come, I’ll show you around,” he holds a hand out to her. She places her hand in his, and he draws her closer, tucking her arm into his elbow. This close, she can smell the cedar of his cologne and the musk that is him and wholly him. It is intoxicating, and she debates the propriety of leaning in close and sniffing him out.

She resists.

His apartment is breathtakingly stunning; a penthouse condo with wall-to-wall windows offering a stunning view of the Frostbacks, fireplaces with elegant marble mantles, rugs of the softest bear hide she’s ever felt. The walls are covered in paintings, each one meticulously done and intricate in its details, and she is surprised to hear that they are his own work. The furniture is all clean, modern edges; simple, but she knows quality when she sees it.

He saves the bedroom for last, and she’s not quite sure how to breathe.

The bed is large, long enough to accommodate his height, and is meant to be the centerpiece of the room, but that isn’t what catches her eye. It is the nook tucked away by the window, with bookshelves adorning the walls, and a window seat at the base. It is something so beautifully indulgent, and it makes her want to curl up among the cushions and read. She tells him as such, and he chuckles. “Perhaps one day, hmmm?” he says, a twinkle in his eye.

“I’ll hold you to that,” she murmurs, taking a sip from her glass.

Dinner is a simple, but elegant affair. He’s clearly shopped at more than just her stall, the vegetables fresh and full of flavor. The filet mignon is pan seared with herb butter, and practically melts in her mouth. They converse about her work, and his - she is not unsurprised to hear that he is a well-known artist - and between the food, and the wine, and the intoxicating presence of a man who is all charm and wit and masculine essence, she is bedazzled.

“How do you feel about dessert?” he asks, once they are seated on the plush sofa in front of the fireplace, where a cheerful, crackling fire burns.

She laughs. “I believe you mentioned apples?”

“Ahh, yes,” his look is one of mock regret, “Unfortunately, a friend found your apples immensely appealing and claimed them for herself.”

“Oh?” Her heart sinks at herself’. Does he have a woman in his life already?

“Yes,” he says easily. “Mythal is my publicist and manager, and immensely fond of apples. She claimed yours are the best she has ever tasted, by the way.”

She turns pink. It is as though he has read her mind. “T-that’s… umm, tell her I’m flattered she thinks so.”

“I will,” he grins, wide and warm. “To make up for their absence, I hope strawberries will do. Sylaise had some left over from her wine-making, and I promise you these are very good indeed.”

“Well, if you say they’re good,” she laughs, “they must be. You do have excellent taste in fruit, after all.”

He places a bowl of the ripe, red fruit on the table, and another filled with whipped cream on the side. She swallows lightly as she sees the tips of his fingers stained red with their juice.

She wants to suck them clean, one digit at a time.

His eyes are knowing as they meet hers, as he reaches across and picks one up by its delicate stem. His fingers grip the fruit in a firm, yet gentle grip, enough force to keep it from falling back into the bowl, but not so much that he crushes it within his grip. A part of her is disappointed; she wants him to press the fruit between those long, elegant fingers, wants to see the ruby red liquid flow down his hand. She wants to run the tip of her tongue up from his wrist, and drink the juice from his palm.

She wants… she wants him.

“Go ahead, please. Try one.” He’s bitten into the fruit now, lips stained garnet, berry juice dripping from the corners of his mouth. There’s a tiny bit of whipped cream on his upper lip, and his tongue flicks out and cleans it in a fluid motion.

Her mind is in shambles.

Her gut is a long, single, tightly-wound coil of lust.

Hand shaking, she reaches out for the fruit, and bringing it to her lips, bites into it. The sweetness of it spreads immediately across her tongue, and it lingers even when she swallows. She can feel the stickiness of the juice around her mouth, and hopes she doesn’t look too messy.

She gazes up at him, meaning to compliment the fruit, but his pupils are wide now, dark and feral, and there’s something terribly primal about the way his eyes are fixed on her mouth. She bites down on her lower lip, and the soft growl he lets out has a small gush of wetness flood her underwear.

“Solas?” she asks, her voice little better than a mewl.

“You have a little something-” he leans in close to her, and for a second, their breaths mingle, the scent of strawberries ripe in the air. Then his mouth comes crashing down on hers, and he’s devouring her, and she can’t help but let him because he’s so good, and he tastes like berries and heaven, and she wants more

He pulls back slightly, his lips curled up into a wanton smirk. “Shall we continue this elsewhere?” he asks.

She mirrors his look, her eyes lighting up with mischief. “Lead the way.”

Gem fusion tips!

Have a hard time fusing gems?

Well here is a tip that helps a lot!

List traits that stick out with your gems, here is my gemsona’s main traits that pass down to their fusion’s appearance-

  • Angelite - Braided hair, full lips, and thick body.
  • Fluorite - angled hair, widows peak, skates,
  • Sunstone- Think/buff body, front hair tuff OR shaved sides, freckles
  • Onyx- Puffy/long hair, Sharp teeth, body markings.
  • Moldavite- straight/long hair, long face, lankey body, lack of speech
  • Pyrite - buff, ponytail, large nose
  • Labradorite- Blank/weird eyes, lack of vision, claws, heels

This can also be seen in canon SU fusions!

body Traits that pass to the fusion (not including clothes)-

Pearl - Pointed nose, thin build
Amethyst- Full lips, long hair
Garnet- Full lips, shades

(There is most likely more body traits that can also be listed)

and you see that Garnet got Sapphire’s full lips and lanky arms. While Garnet got Rubies hair and thickness (hips/thighs)

Here is an example with one of my fusions of 2 of my gems-

  • Angelite - Braided hair, full lips, and thick body.
  • Pyrite - buff, ponytail, large nose
  • Moldavite- straight/long hair, long face, lankey body, lack of speech
  • Onyx- Puffy/long hair, Sharp teeth, body markings. 

For more of my gem and fusions to maybe give you ideas, you can go to my master list!

I hope this helps!

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Pluto Planet Power, Make Up

Description: The command that Setsuna Meiou used to transform into Sailor Pluto.

User: Setsuna Meiou
First Appearance: Episode 111
Last Appearance: Episode 121
Type: Energy-based ability
Upgrade: None
Item Required: Lip Rod

Trivia:

  1. In the English dub, Sailor Pluto sometimes said the phrase “Pluto Star Power” to transform.
  2. Despite that Sailor Pluto upgraded to her “Super” form in Sailor Moon Sailor Stars, a new transformation sequence was never shown.
  3. Sailor Pluto’s title as the “Soldier of Space-Time” is appropriate as a column of sand can be seen surrounding her during her transformation sequence. It could also be a reference to the sands of time or an hourglass.

anonymous asked:

didn't rebecca sugar say none of the gems were meant to look like any particular race? she said in some interview she just chose various looks for them based on random features of people she liked

yeah but at the same time she’s kind of wrong

and i know it’s stupid to say someone’s wrong about how they think about their own designs but jk rowling keeps insisting it’s feasible that hermoine could maybe be black in the source text and we all just don’t know enough

there are plenty of gems that align with what she says, peridot, jasper, and a lot of the other homeworld gems look more alien than human and lack prominent identifiers you’d find in human racial or ethnic groups, whereas the crystal gems (even bismuth) look more human than inhuman and so have a lot of features that align with human races and ethnicities, i.e, bismuth and garnet’s hair, garnet and amethyst’s lips

it’s kind of inevitable that if you design enough non human characters to look like humans some of them will look like a certain race of human, and there’s literally nothing wrong with that

So kinda realistic style. I gave Tom, Matt, and My Oc garnet lips cause it fits us. I made Edd with anxiety and Tord is crying. Don’t worry Jon will give him another lollipop.

(( ooh is that my oc Michele?

So we are going to talk about that Garnet cosplayer right now.

You know the one right? Yeaah this one.

I am so so SO tired of hearing shit about this cosplayer. So lets take a look at some of the reasons why people are so mad at this cosplayer okay?

-She used an afro wig but she should have used foam.
     Okay…..she used an afro wig….Like are we not going to talk about the bunches of black cosplayers who either used their own hair or literally bought an afro wig and shaped it? Its okay cause they are black right? Like why not yell at them for not using foam, they could have all gotten foam right? Nah lets be hypocritical instead.

-There was no need to paint herself any color because people of all races cosplay people of other races without painting themselves.
     Okay thats cool, I mean Ive cosplayed a purple fucking midget basically and didn’t paint myself purple. No problem, I didn’t have to. However….I don’t sit here bitching about the people who do pain themselves purple. They wanted to be accurate or they wanted to add more to the cosplay. I really don’t hear anyone complaining about the black cosplayers who lighten their skin. Why should I bitch about that? You fucking go, do you know how annoying and time consuming it is to paint yourself any color? Props to you guys for even bothering to do it.

-She assumed Garnet is black. It’s stereotyping.
    I wanna know why black people seem to be so ashamed by their racial features that they need to get up in arms every time someone points them out. It’s a fact that every single race has certain staple physical features. How is that a problem. Garnet has bigger lips, black afro like hair, curvy and is darker in color (also voiced by a black woman not that that really matters). Those are fairly staple features in black women. It’s literally no different that all asians having narrower eyes. People of all races do eye makeup when cosplaying to make their eyes more narrow, where is the freaking up roar about that? Cause I haven’t seen it.  It isn’t wrong to assume Garnet is black. Why is that a problem? She is an amazing character, she is idolized, she is “stronger than you”! Why would there be a problem in assuming she is black?
   Side note: I had to actually really really look to see that she was a reddish or purpleish color and not actually black. She is not that hard to confuse for black. Her actual color changes slightly like all the time.

-It’s blackface.
   Oh god. Okay this one is my complete favorite. This one makes me laugh. Alright so lets start with what blackface is. Blackface was a style of theatrical make up used to portray black people, often used in situation that mocked or demeaned them. Actors literally painted ONLY their face black with shoe polish, like BLACK, literally black and then exaggerated staple features leaving around their mouths white. I would like to point out that, although still not making it okay, black actors even used blackface. The very first black actor on broadway used blackface all the time. It was seen as comedy and a way to self-parody until people began viewing it as racism. That is what blackface is. It is parody and mockery. This Garnet cosplayer is not mocking black people, she is not parodying anything, she is trying to portray a character as she saw it. She didn’t paint only her face, she painted everything visible. She saw the freaking amazing Garnet as black and wanted to do it right. Stop calling blackface on people like this. It isn’t blackface. Just stop.


This fandom is out of hand. Honestly, you guys find things to bitch about every day especially cosplayers. My white, male best friend is terrified to cosplay Garnet. He LOVES Garnet, everything about her. He refuses to cosplay her because he doesn’t want the backlash from the fandom because he’s a man and he’s white. You guys are literally never happy unless it is PERFECTLY accurate. I wanted to cosplay Sapphire and have him do Ruby and we decided not to because all we would do is get shit because we would be a turning a gay couple into a straight couple. Guys stop. Cosplay is about fun, it’s about dressing up as your favorite characters and having fun and being with people you love. Stop. If you seriously love a show or a game or whatever, you would just be happy to meet people who love it just as much to spend sometimes months and tons of money to be something they love for awhile.

I am also adding SHE IS A SPACE ROCK. SHE IS A REDDISH PURPLE PINK DARK SPACE ROCK.

Cat Conundrum

Garnet and Jasper agree to watch Lion, Steven’s cat for a few days. Garnet is unsure. Jasper is excited. Lion just wants some attention. (jaspernet; human AU)


Jasper loved animals. Garnet did not.

Jasper had always kind of wanted a pet or two or three, but she was perfectly willing to sacrifice having one of her own for Garnet’s sake. Instead, she took to dog walking or volunteering at shelters on some weekends, which left them both happy.

Still, Jasper was certain that a couple of nice experiences with a cat or dog would be the sort of nudge Garnet needed to convince her that having a pet wouldn’t be so bad. That in mind, it was a no brainer for her to agree to watch Steven’s cat, Lion, while the family was out of town for vacation.

Garnet wasn’t really inclined to agree.

“It’s going to tear up all of our stuff J. Do you remember what Rose’s furniture looked like after they first got Lion?” Garnet was in the process of moving her favorite pillows into the linen closet.

Jasper set down the scratching post in her hands. “He was just a kitten! Besides, that’s what this is for babe. Lion already knows to scratch on this instead of furniture.”

Garnet gave the mutilated post a critical once-over. “Right. I’m still not taking any chances. And I still can’t believe you agreed to this before asking me.” She folded up a throw blanket as she spoke.

Jasper snorted and picked up a box full of cat toys and looked through it. “As if you’d say no to Rose. She’s one of your best friends.”

“But not one of yours,” Garnet said, fixing her girlfriend with a suspicious look, “Which is why I’m confused as to why you agreed to it.”

Jasper shrugged. “I like Rose fine. But I love cats.” She grinned.

Garnet rolled her eyes. “Sure.” She put the folded blanket into the closet as well before putting her hands on her hips and giving the room a critical once over. “I think it’s safe. Well, safe as it can be. Want to release the little monster?” Her gaze settled on the cat carrier sitting next to the door.

Jasper had bounded in an hour prior, arms loaded with supplies for their furry visitor, and been surprised when Garnet made no move to release him from the cage. When she asked about it, Garnet had insisted they “cat-proof” the apartment first.  

Jasper grinned at her girlfriend. Garnet’s expressions were generally pretty hard to read, but Jasper recognized the apprehension just fine. “Yeah! But don’t look so sour, eh? Lion is a great cat.” She moved to the cage and crouched down before opening the door. The orange tabby hesitated for a moment before creeping out, brushing Jasper’s leg as he did so.

Jasper cooed at him, running one of her large hands down the length of his back. Garnet watched the scene with a smirk. “You big softie.”

Jasper chuckled, still petting the cat. He began to purr, weaving his way through her legs and thoroughly enjoying her attention. “I can’t help it, he’s so cute.” She rose, lifting the cat with her. She held him out towards Garnet, who leaned back a fraction. “See?”

Garnet stared at the cat for a moment. He was pretty cute. “I suppose.” She scratched under his chin for a moment before crossing her arms. “So what do we do with him now?”

Jasper laughed before pulling the cat closer to her body so she could cradle him. “Well, that’s entirely up to us. We can play with him if we want but he’ll pretty much do his own thing.”

“Like ruin my furniture?”

Jasper shrugged. “Well, I can’t speak for what he has planned, but Rose said that he hasn’t done that kind of stuff since he was a kitten.” She set him down, and he immediately moved towards Garnet.

She stiffened as he walked up to her, brushing past her leg a couple times before plopping himself on top of her feet. She blinked down at him before looking up at Jasper, who was visibly making an effort not to laugh.

“He likes you!”


Jasper had been right about Lion doing his own thing.

Garnet had been sort of surprised at how little his company bothered her. Half the time she didn’t even know where he was, which suited her just fine. Occasionally she would be sitting around and he would come up to her and sit pressed against her side.

She’d leave him be, maybe petting him once or twice if the urge struck, and that was that for their relationship.

Jasper liked to play with him sometimes. Her favorite game seemed to be piss-him-off-until-he-was-hissing-and-scratching-at-her-then-retreat-behind-Garnet-as-if-she-wanted-a-place-in-their-stupid-game. Garnet didn’t understand this game at all.

“What’s so fun about getting him all riled up like this?” She asked her girlfriend once.

Jasper shrugged before ticking his belly again, which prompted him to attempt to ensnare her hand in a bear trap of sharp claws. “No clue. It’s kind of funny I guess. And it’s how cats like to play anyway.” She moved again, and this time he made an attempt to bite her.

Garnet had raised a brow at that, but otherwise didn’t question her. Though she did check to make sure they had band-aids. Jasper was pretty quick, but it was only inevitable that the cat would get in good scratch sooner or later.

Still, Lion’s presence was generally easy to ignore and she found herself forgetting he was even there.

She and Jasper had decided on a quiet night in that Friday. They ordered a pizza and settled on the couch to watch a movie on Amethyst’s Netflix account. Garnet shook her head as Jasper logged in.

“You know, we could definitely afford to get our own.”

Jasper laughed at that, throwing her arm over Garnet’s shoulders and leaning back as she browsed their options. “Pssh, Amethyst barely uses this thing. I actually think she may have forgotten she got a subscription. We might as well make sure she’s getting her money’s worth.”

Garnet rolled her eyes at that logic, but otherwise didn’t comment. Jasper had finally settled on a movie, and the couple settled in to watch.

About 20 minutes in, Garnet had decided that this was probably the most boring movie on Netflix. Jasper usually had little patience when it came to movies, so she was surprised at her girlfriend’s choice.

She felt Jasper shift beside her and turned to suggest anything else when the other women suddenly wrapped her arms around Garnet’s waist and pulled her into her lap. Ah, that explained things. Jasper just wanted some background noise.

Well, Garnet could get behind that. To Jasper’s surprise, she made the first move, closing the gap between them and kissing the taller woman soundly. Jasper grinned under her lips, clearly pleased with the way her night was turning out.

Things were just getting good when Garnet felt something warm and furry brush past her bare stomach. She pulled away from Jasper in shock, looking down to see that Lion had decided to settle in the teeny-tiny gap between them.

Jasper blinked at the sudden loss of contact, only snapping out of it when Lion began kneading his paws on her thighs. “Hey little guy. We’re kind of busy.” She said, eyeballing the cat but making no move to remove it from her lap.

Garnet groaned in frustration. “Jasp, make him go away.” She reached onto the floor for her shirt and held it over her bare torso.

Jasper laughed. “He isn’t looking at your boobs babe.”

Garnet stood, ignoring Jasper’s sound of protest. “Whatever. I wanted to move to the room anyway.” She led the way into the bedroom shutting the door behind her.

Jasper sighed, and looked down, meeting Lion’s gaze. “C’mon man. I know you need your attention, but I was getting somewhere.” She gently shoved the cat off of her, despite his soft mewing in protest. “Just hang out by yourself for a little while so I can have a little fun with my lady, alright? Do we have a deal?” She didn’t wait for his answer before standing and walking to the bedroom.

She stepped into the room, making sure to close the door behind her. Garnet had changed into a large sweater and her afro was pulled up into a massive, fluffy bun.

Jasper grinned. “Hey there sexy lady. Ditched that guy back there.” She crawled onto the bed.

Garnet giggled. “Good. He seemed like quite the peeping tom.” She sank back, allowing Jasper to crawl over her.

“Bad joke,” Jasper said, leaning down to peck Garnet on the lips, “too obvious. 4/10.”

“You’re grading my humor now?” Garnet asked, smile in her voice.

“Mmhmm. I can’t date someone with subpar jokes. What will all my friends think?”

Garnet pulled Jasper to her again, kissing her for longer this time. “Oh shut up. I can’t think of any good jokes because you’ve got me too flustered.”

Jasper grinned at her, sitting up and re-doing her ponytail. “You’re already flustered? Sweet talk is just stage one baby. Wait until you see what I’ve got planned for you next.” She was just about to show her when a soft scratching sound came from the direction of the door.

Both women froze at the soft noise. Garnet sat up on her elbows. “Is that…?”

The scratching started up again, this time louder and more insistent. The shut door thumped against the frame as the scratching increased in fervor.

Jasper groaned. “Lion.”

“That fucking cat!” Garnet ground out, rolling off the bed to stand and walk to the door. She opened it, and Lion took the opportunity to dart into the room and leap onto the bed.

Jasper fixed him with a hard stare. “Hey man, what gives?” She asked him. He responded by plopping down on the space next to her.

Garnet sighed. “Great.”

“Well, we both wanted some pus-“

“Don’t!” Garnet interrupted her girlfriend before she could finish the crude joke. “I give up. I’m just going to go to bed.” She stomped over, crawling to her side of the bed and getting under the covers.

Jasper was admittedly a little bummed, but she knew that Garnet was too irritated for anything but sleep at this point. She crawled up next to her, planting a soft kiss on her cheek. “Hey there cutie pie, he goes home tomorrow. Then it’s just you and me again.” She reached over to turn off the lamp on their bedside table.

Garnet hummed. “I know.” She waited until Jasper was settled in next to her before tucking her face into the other woman’s neck.

Jasper kissed her forehead. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“Meow.” Lion added his two cents.

Jasper couldn’t help her laughter, and the jovial sound prompted Garnet to join in as well.

They slept peacefully.


I actually feel like this might have been a request from ages ago?? I found it in my writing folder and really liked it so I finished it up! Sorry I’ve been dead for so long. At least I come with jaspnet fic! 

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[HENSHIN] Pluto Planet Power Make Up.

Series: Bishoujo Senshi Sailor Moon

Kana: プルート・プラネット・パワー・メイク・アップ
Romaji: Puruuto Puranetto Pawaa Meiku Appu

User: Setsuna Meiou
Item required: Lip Rod
Used to become: Sailor Pluto
First appearance: Episode 111
Last appearance: Episode 121

TRIVIA

  • This transformation sequence was altered in television airings of the Cloverway dub: the scenes were lightened and the body lines were erased. While the dub primarily used “Pluto Star Power,” the English version of the S movie had Setsuna/Trista say “Pluto Planet Power.”