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Another gem from my “replace all the canon gems with ocs” au; Petalite!
Petalite was not meant to be made. Pink Diamond was trying to impress White Diamond with her concepts for gems, so she could gain her first colony.
Before going before White, Pink Diamond told Blue Diamond all her ideas. Blue... was scared for Pink. All these gem ideas didn’t have much use to the empire. She feared Pink getting in more major trouble for these ideas than the tower, the worst case scenarios popping in her head.
So, Blue did the unthinkable. She “borrowed” Pink’s essence and crafted a more sensible gem that still seemed like something Pink would concept. A gem who would experiment upon organics to try to find a use for them for the empire. Petalite was born of this as the first test gem, and presented to Pink secretly before she could go to White with her ideas.
Pink was furious at Blue for this back handed slight, and threw a bit of a tantrum. Both gems were thrown into the tower to calm down and connect. Petalite feared her shattering at the hands of Pink for just being born.... But Pink did not blame Petalite for something out of her hands. Rather, she was furious at Blue for thinking her ideas were so bad and going behind her back. Stealing her first crafted gem type - a very personal and loving experience for a Diamond.
Pink was forced to present Petalite before White. White did enjoy Pink’s more serious idea, saying she feared Pink would only give silly ideas that would not help the empire at large. However. White did not think this gem concept should be mass produced, as Pink was the only one with interest in organics. No no, if anything.... This should be Pink’s right hand!
Not only did Pink loose her chance at crafting her first gem herself, she lost the chance to choose her own right hand. Pink was furious, bitter, and pulled away from Petalite as a result. It didn’t help Pink was privately horrified at Petalite’s dissection and study of organics that she just wanted to play with. And, found it hard to connect with such an outwardly flat affected gem.
Petalite tried her hardest to please, Pink, but..... Pink just kept pulling further and further away. Especially when she was finally given Earth. Where was she all the time?
On that faithful day, Pink instructed Petalite to do something on Homeworld for her. She needed to give a speech on Earth she said.
Petalite was not there the moment Pink Diamond was shattered.
Petalite was devastated, so much so she went into her own head and lost her color- something that can happen to a gem only in extreme situations. Petalite desperately buried herself in research in study, turning down Blue’s offer to become her own right hand and resulting in Bitch Crystal being selected for the position instead. She didn’t want to fail another Diamond.
No, Petalite threw herself at the shard of her Diamond, desperately trying to repair her with all kindergarten techniques known to gem kind. But nothing helped. She grew colder, more distant, and only really showed anger at those who bothered her studies now.
When Steven arrives at homeworld as “Rose”, she demands they shatter him, so she may use his naturally healing shards to try to fix Pink.. But, when he’s thought to be “Pink”... She’s relived. Happy. So glad her diamond is truly okay..... Confused. Hurt. Why didn’t she know? How could she not know? Why didn’t Pink tell her? She knew Pink didn’t like her too much but, to be left behind like that....
In era three, when Steven is Steven, she’s lost and unsure what to do now. All her existence has centered around Pink. And she’s not really sure who “Petalite” is anymore under all the trauma and loss.
i . general
name. barbara millicent roberts .
alias⁽es⁾. barbie doll .
gender. cis female , she / her pronouns .
age. twenty three to fourty .
spoken language⁽s⁾. english ( proficient ) , french ( basic ) , spanish ( basic ) , german ( basic ) .
sexual preference. pansexual , panromantic , polyamorous .
occupation⁽s⁾. acting , being pretty , living forever .
ii . appearance
eye color. cerulean blue .
hair color. beachy blonde ( consistently bleached ) , that's usually worn in loose waves or straightened . naturally has wavy , dark ash brown hair .
height. 5'7" or 171cm.
major scars. none .
iii. favorite
color. purple , pink .
song. forever young by alphaville .
food. waffles , caviar , artisanal cheese .
drink. violet martini , cosmopolitan , latte .
iv. have they . ?
passed university. yes , she has a degree in drama , film & musical theater .
had sex. no , but she pretends she has .
had sex in public. no .
gotten pregnant/someone else pregnant. no .
kissed a boy. yes .
kissed a girl. yes .
gotten tattoos. yes , a small infinite symbol on the back of her neck .
gotten piercings. yes , both lobes .
been in love. yes .
stayed up for more than 24 hours. yes .
v. are they ?
a virgin. no , she's a gemini yes .
a cuddler. yes .
a kisser. yes .
scared easily. definitely yes , but she pretends not to .
jealous easily. no .
trustworthy. depends , most of the time yes , unless she's under the influence .
dominant. sometimes , but she quickly gives in .
submissive. mostly .
in love. with everyone most likely !
single. yes .
vi. random questions .
have they harmed themselves. no .
thought of suicide. yes .
attempted suicide. no .
wanted to kill someone. yes .
have/had a job. yes .
have any fears. fear of missing out , being alone .
vii . family .
sibling⁽s⁾. skipper , stacie , chelsea , krissy ( younger sisters ) .
parent⁽s⁾. george & margaret .
significant other. ken , another barbie , more to come .
pet⁽s⁾. taffy ( golden retriver ) , blissa ( persian cat ) , chance ( black stallion )
THE NOTEBOOK (2004) — directed by Nick Cassavetes
PENN BADGLEY — The Paper Store (2016)
Penn Badgley on Entertainment Tonight, 2019
PENN BADGLEY as Joe Goldberg YOU (2018 -) | 2.07 Ex-istential Crisis
PENN BADGLEY YOU (2018 -)
SCOOBY-DOO (2002) dir. Raja Gosnell
Penn Badgley as Joe Goldberg You (2018 -)
Penn Badgley as Rex Here Today (2021), dir. Billy Crystal
PENN BADGLEY as Joe Goldberg YOU (2018 -) | 2.06 Farewell, My Bunny
ofmvoonlight:
When she took his hand, he gently squeezed it. He didn’t know if he could ever forgive himself for what happened between the two of them. But he wanted to temporarily let that go and actually appreciate the moment they were sharing. He wanted to be with her and she wanted to be with him. That was the only thing that mattered. Everything else would just have to wait until tomorrow or the day after. To have someone that made you feel so alive was rare. Most loves had a tendency to drain you but not Yennefer. Oh never her.
Her words caused him to chuckle. Moving closer, he let his free hand cup her cheek. “Now that sounds like a good deal to me” Geralt nodded. “You want the dinner to be over there at Caffi Rhees or at my place? The choice is yours"
No matter what she would always find a way to bring him down to his knees. She would always so easily break down those walls he had built up. He may have wished for her but he could clearly see that it wasn’t just a wish but a need. He had longed to be with someone who in a way understood him. So yes he may have wished for her but it had been her decision to stay and that was a comfort.
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Geralt was laughing. It had been a long, long time since she had heard that sound. It was nice— familiar. A tiny speck of comfort that it would all be alright in the end.
Yennefer weighed the options only for a moment; the answer was easy for her. She had little intention of making any of this night a public affair, and the state Geralt was known to leave his bed most of the time was… not at all appealing. “Mine is fine. We can get something on the way. I think that would be easier than trying to piece together a meal from stray items in my cupboards.”
Smiling, she easily pulled him into a kiss. He was always so pliant under her grasp. It was endlessly amusing to the witch. When he was lost enough in it she murmured a soft “And Geralt?”
Sparing only a moment for him to process and reply, she kissed him again, hand travelling up to his throat. Her grip went from feather light to harsh in mere seconds, nails digging crescents into his flesh. She pulled away from the kiss, meeting his eyes.
“If you ever do anything like that again, I will rip you apart with my bare hands.” Her voice was barely above a whisper, though there was a slight smirk on her lips, magically still perfectly painted a pale red. She relinquished her grasp on his throat, but kept his hand in hers. “Now, what should we pick up for dinner, dear witcher?”
ofmvoonlight:
Geralt felt so heavy. Because no matter what he did or said he only dug a deeper hole. He should have never even wrote the things he wrote in that group chat but yet he did. He made the decision to send those messages. Could he ever forgive himself for the things he had put Yennefer through? Yes sure people make mistakes but to constantly make the same one? Now that wasn’t a mistake that was just a habit.
Just watching her and the beauty that she was, listening to every single word that left her lips, he sighed softly. Of course he wanted to fight for her. He would fight day and night, year after year for decades because he loved her that much. He didn’t want anyone else and he knew that the second his eyes landed on her all those years ago. Now Geralt wasn’t someone who believed in the notion of love at first sight. But if he did then what he experienced that day sure fell under that category. He wanted to spend forever with her but how would she know if he didn’t tell her?
He closed the gap between the two which could be a big mistake. But he was willing to take that chance. “I do” Geralt told her and nodded. “Yennefer” letting out a soft sigh, he tilted his head to the side. “I have wanted you from the second I saw you. You are so much more than anything I could have ever dreamed of. You are everything. My everything” looking away, Geralt felt the blade of guilt dig into his flesh once again. “But I hurt you”
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Had Geralt always been this infuriating? Yennefer supposed she had heard it enough times from people on their various trips about the Continent, but she had never actually considered its truth before. She considered little that did not pertain to her, especially in those days. Even if he hadn’t been infuriating then, he sure had figured out a way to be extraordinarily so now. He made her skin crawl, though she didn’t know if it was in a good way, bad way, or combination of the two.
Despite everything, if she were truly honest with herself, she still knew what she always had: she would never not choose to be with him. It didn’t matter what evils he did to her, as Yennefer would never be able to truly stay away. She did love him, and always had, even when he had made it extraordinarily hard to do so. Geralt could cheat, steal, lie, betray, murder, or do anything to anyone at all, and at the end of the day, she knew she would go back to him. She wasn’t stupid enough to think that to be healthy, but it was the truth of the matter nonetheless.
“Geralt,” she breathed his name, but said nothing else until he had finished speaking.
Yennefer listened, actually taking in his words instead of hitting them back with a metaphorical verbal tennis racket. On a nicer day, in a better circumstance, she would have teased him, but this was a rare occasion of silence.
“You did… You said something despicable to me, merely because you knew it would hurt, because you were angry with me for what I don’t even know. But I shouldn’t want to remain like this, not for any longer. Frankly, I’m tired of it-- of all of it.” The mage paused, knowing that she could get one last jab in making him wait to hear her choice; her last bit of cruelty on the matter before she finally relented. “I think it's best if we stop acting fools, and put this situation behind us. I think you and I both know that's how this was always going to end, and I don’t see any point in drawing it out any longer.”
@velvetcoatsandbrillianthopes
Assuming tonight is all we have left
I didn’t say that
endlxssnights:
| ⚜ | L. & MIDNA TWILI | ⚜ |
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The shove was expected. A little bit of a lighter retaliation than Link had expected, but it had been seven years for Midna. Link was struck by emotion, something that rolled uncomfortably in the pit of his stomach. Link playfully knocked into her shoulder, burying the emotion deep.
‘You saw us interact maybe four times. Including the possession.’ Yet another thing he didn’t like talking about. Something that still gave Link nightmares, despite having years full of even more horrific experiences. ‘You couldn’t have seen it that quickly.’
‘Lifetimes. I’ve been reborn at least three times since you left.’ Most likely four or five, but Midna didn’t need to know that confusion. Everything was- mostly- there. ‘Ten thousand years. It’s not that much, compared to the rest.’
There came that emotion, rising up again. Link pushed it back down.
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Midna was still smiling when Link returned the shove. It was enough to make her have to regain balance, but far from anything that would actually make her stumble. She shrugged, nonchalant, as he signed. She didn’t need time to see what was between Link and Zelda. For her, who had grown to know every aspect of her adventuring partner along their quest, all she needed to see was his body language to know that he had it bad for the princess of light.
“I saw what I saw. I'm good at that kind of thing,” she made a gesture with one of her hands to emphasize just how obvious this was. ”And I was right, soooo…”
Her jest was cut short by his next revelation. Midna’s face fell into something nearly unreadable as she attempted to process it. ‘lifetimes.’ ‘at least.’ ‘ten thousand years.’ That wasn’t possible. People didn’t just get reborn as the same person they were before (was he still the same?). People couldn’t cheat death like that. There was no way for anybody to– oh. Oh but there was. “You– it's them isn't it? Its those stupid, wretched goddesses. Isn't it? Is that whose fucking with you? Those entitled, irreverent, disgusting excuses for-” Midna growled in frustration. She was never one to think of the goddesses of Hyrule in a respectful light. They were the ones who banished her ancestors to the Twilight after all. But this was something bigger than that. She met his eyes again, attempting to push down her anger to the goddesses, yet when her own anger was moved, the anger she felt on his behalf came up in its place. “Link I’m so… Are you, well, are you okay?”
It was probably a dumb question. How could someone be okay when they were thousands of years old? Midna reached out and gently cupped his cheek, as if steadying his face would help her get a better read on him. It didn’t do much to help. There wasn’t anything else she could think to say, so she pulled him into another tight hug.
“I’m so sorry.”
ofmvoonlight:
“I don’t know” he told her. Because that was the truth. He didn’t know what he wanted and especially not now when his memories had come back and the last thing he saw before ending up here was Yennefer taking Ciri away from him. He didn’t know what he wanted and he didn’t know what he felt towards the other because everything was just so confusing.
Geralt had never been the best when it came to communication. Misunderstandings and clumsy words was more his cup of tea and once again that had manifested in the worst of ways. Because here he was standing in front of the woman he loved trying to apologize but no words came out. Because he didn’t know if she would actually hear him out or if she would curse him for all eternity. Not that he would ever blame her if that is what she would do. Kinda hard to put the blame on someone who had just gotten hurt by the actions of a clumsy man.
Pinching the bridge of his nose, the white haired Witcher shook his head. “Actually that is a lie. What I want is you. Always” clearing his throat, he closed his eyes. That way he could actually talk to her and not feel dread and shame wash over him. “I have regained my memories. And I had been foolish enough to think that the last memory I would have of home would be a good one” it had been much better if that had been the case.
“My last memory is watching you take Ciri away from me. I didn’t get the chance to reach you in time to stop it from happening because I woke up here immediately after with no memories whatsoever. I know that doesn’t excuse how I acted in the public group chat. I just.. wanted to explain myself” he felt so uncomfortable standing here talking to her. He knew how Yennefer could get when she was upset. But then again he did deserve it.
“I should have never said the things I said to you and for that I apologize. That’s all I wanted to tell you. I will leave you alone from now on. Once again I am sorry for not only wasting your time but also hurting you in the process” he finally opened his eyes and looked at her, feeling his heart ache for the woman standing before him. But this was for the best. She deserved happiness and if this was the way she could possibly achieve it then so be it.
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Yennefer didn’t think it was physically possible to roll her eyes any harder than she just had. She had always known Geralt to be a fool on the best of days, but this was something else entirely. How the hell was she supposed to keep her cool when, by his words, he didn’t even know what he wanted from her?
It turned out it was possible for her to roll her eyes harder, as she managed it the second time he spoke. Of course he wanted her. They were bound by destiny. It was the same wanting she had for him. But right now, she was far too wounded to even consider trying to dig that feeling up.
There was one thing he said which suddenly made her understand. He remembered actions recent to him, but nearly five years past to her. That explained why she didn’t know what he had been on about. Still, it wasn't enough.
“So you think it’s appropriate to cause a scene in front of the entire bloody town? You think, having full understanding of what your words really meant to me, that you can play the victim card? You think you can explain away the pain you caused me with some shitty half baked apology!?” Each of her questions got progressively louder, but she quieted down when she caught the look of a stranger passing by. Yennefer always lashed out when she was hurt. It was one of her less appealing qualities. There were very few who could escape her wrath when she did. “And now, after all of that, and everything I did for you, you don’t even have the balls to fight to win me back? Some Witcher you are.”
Her jaw tightened as she looked back at him, not wavering in her stance. And yet there it was. Longing, regret, hope, and fear.
ladymaryjosephinecrawley:
tom branson in s3
we all live in harsh world. but at least i know i do.
tom branson in s3
we all live in harsh world. but at least i know i do.
wickedpotions:
✧･ﾟ ┊ ┊ ┊ ZSASZ && YENNEFER
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ZSASZ PULLED ANOTHER GUMMY BEAR FROM HIS BAG, only for it to disappear from his hands. He knew he’d been holding it and it wasn’t like it’d fallen. He had a better grip on things than that. No - the bear appeared in her hands. Without crossing the room, without breaking a sweat, she’d managed to take what was his. It was fascinating, though it unsettled him in part too. Would she try to steal from him? It would be a frightfully dumb move if she did, as magic or not he would hunt her down. Kai would hunt her down as well, and he was actually magic. A quick glance over at the dragon told Zsasz that he was eyeing them both, though he stayed curled up as though it wasn’t a big deal. He’d learned from his father well, after all.
HE WAS MORE CURIOUS THAN WORRIED, THOUGH. he ran with people who could take him apart if they tried, but they never did because he often showed them interest and people tended to like that. They liked being the center of attention, whether that attention be loud or quiet. He couldn’t help but laugh at her statement. ❝ I like you. You’re right about politicians. They’re all corrupt and easy to mold. You just gotta figure out what they want. ❞
HIS GRIN HAD ALWAYS BEEN SHARK-LIKE. it’s the word yules used for it, and he felt like it fit well. Zsasz the Shark. He gave that grin now, all teeth and cold eyes. ❝ I take it it doesn’t worry you if I am. Most people would be slowly backing towards the door. Or pulling a weapon on me. ❞ He crossed his legs, leaning back against the wall behind him. ❝ I am, though not to everyone. Villain seems like such a black and white kinda word. I go against general society’s morals, for the most part, but I protect people too. ❞ Falcone, Oswald, his Zsaszettes.
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Yennefer gave a modest smile and a little shrug that said she knew as much about each of his statements already. She could be quite likable when she wanted to be (which wasn't all that often), and she knew exactly what made a king or a duke or any of those others tick. A large majority of the time all she had to do was primp their ego a little and bring up whatever woman they had inappropriately frolicked with, and she would be set. “I know I’m right. It was my job for a few years. It's quite easy to make them all think what I want is what they want, but I got bored of such drivel after a while.”
Looking him over, she shook her head while exhaling a laugh. Despite the intensity to his smile, his gaze, it was nothing she could be afraid of. She had battled alongside witchers on any number of different potions which left their eyes and faces haunting or sickening or otherwise intimidating to gaze upon.
“No, it doesn’t worry me. It may come as a surprise, but I haven't felt intimidated at all in this shop of yours. Quite the opposite, actually. Strangely, it reminds me of a place I’d find back home.” Yennefer made no movements, save to shift the weight on her feet and idly fiddle with the charm on her choker to ensure the clasp was still in the back. “Despite the colour scheme of my wardrobe, my thoughts are not black and white. I understand what you mean. I think I’ve been cast as a villain in peoples’ eyes more than once, and maybe I would be more permanently labeled that if it were not for the people I remain close to.” Yennefer was quite sure that she would be a vastly different person if not for Geralt’s presence in her life, and Ciri went to further mellow out the cruelty that used to run in her veins.
“I think we have much more in common than I initially thought, you and I,” she remarked after a pause. She extended a hand in the space between them. “Yennefer of Vengerberg-- or Wilczynski, as I’m known here.”
simcnsncwsalisbury:
He’s disappointed in her response because he’d really love to know what it is about this place that keeps calling him. Maybe it’s the magick and since a part of him still aches for what once was, this shop’s own power keeps pulling him in. Although, he could consider it a relief that they don’t know each other. That’s one less person he has to apologize to for forgetting them. One less person he has unintentionally hurt.
❝ Okay. Well that’s a good thing, I guess. Thank you. I’m Simon. It’s nice to meet you. ❞ He glances over at the shelf he knocked into and makes his way over to pick up the items he’d accidentally tipped over. It isn’t many of them but Simon takes his time putting each one in it’s place. He doesn’t want to leave just yet. This place feels familiar and Simon wants to keep digging for more clues.
He also doesn’t want to leave yet because he’s a bit enthralled by the retailer. Not in a way that he’s being unfaithful to his partner, of course not. Not ever. There’s only one soul in the universe for him- but he’s also not blind.
She’s beautiful. Completely beautiful all around but it’s her eyes that captivate him the most. Simon’s never seen someone with one’s like hers. Out of all the creatures and people he’s come across, none of them had had violet eyes. Not that he remembers anyway, and he would have recalled seeing eyes like hers. Simon tries to swallow the question he so badly wanted to ask upon first seeing her, but curiosity gets the best of him this time around. He finishes up with the trinkets and faces her again.
❝ Did you make your eyes that color? Are they magickal? ❞
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There was nothing subtle about Yennefer of Vengerberg. A very long time ago, near a century now, she had been the opposite. She used to shrink back into the shadows until she was barely perceptible. Though all of that changed when she gained more confidence in herself (and had a touch of cosmetic work done). There were few people like her on The Continent, and even fewer in Sallow Hills. She always wore a choker with a black obsidian star on it, and her hair was nearly always tumbling down in perfect curls. Her wardrobe was stunning, with every piece suiting her style and body perfectly. Almost everything she wore was black or white, and there was only the occasional pop of colour. Her skill with makeup was equal to that of her skill with clothing, and at this point it was unclear if the precision came from magic or decades of practice.
In the same way her clothes accentuated her body, her makeup did the same to her face. She supposed that was why people often complimented her eyes-- they popped in contrast to the neutral colours otherwise on her face. She didn’t know that purple eyes didn’t exist on this sphere, for that would have been the true answer to her curiosity.
“It’s not a problem. Pleasure to meet you Simon. I’m Yennefer.” She was slightly astounded when he turned to fix the items on the shelf. Most people who made a mess never thought to stay and fix it. The mage stared at him as he did, trying to paint herself a picture of the person before her with every detail available. She was about to ask him if there was anything else she could help him with when he spoke first.
Yennefer gave a small laugh at the question. She could respect the blunt nature of his asking. “No, no I was born with them. I’m not sure what genetic factor gave me them, but from my research, they have to do with my father’s bloodline. He was a half-elf. They aren’t magical, either. They work the same yours do. I have been told they’re hypnotic, but I think the man who said it was just trying to get a free favor from me.”
