#Fulgerite

[pepbirb]

Some oc designs I went and cleaned up!!! :D The first guy is Fulgerite and the second feller is Abble <3333

[morrowalker]

I mean the cannon name given to the shipp by Tommy was “blue dirt”

Still not a fan of it, we can call it “fulgurite” since if lightning strikes the sand (similar to the earth) that kind of glass is created

or simply thunder shipping because that happens with lightning hitting the ground directly

Just by following the mecanic of naming ninjago shipps that if they aren’t straight they use some fusion of the elements instead of that problematic relationship

"blue dirt" sucks and tommy is an uninspired cunt. we should kill him. however, i am a fan of fulgurite or thunder. these are good.

[oblivionbladetd]

SO! The Sai server was passing around Lily's list of tropes for Niva.

We get bored when we don't have purple woman saying the funny, okay? While looking through the list, I found something that fired up my pet peeve, and I can not and will not be stopped.

Why the fuck would Niva use these techniques! Now I'm sure some of you are like, but blivilade why not? Let me walk you through.

A fun thing you wanna do when working with any power system is give it a good think, provided your audience isn't extra young (below 8) it can really add to the believability of an otherwise odd and chaotic world. The word of the day is effort! So we have a glass shard throw (a separate post of hers confirms that this happens in less than a second.) And boiling rain. Now, rather than trying to figure out the mechanics of making rain boil, I'll focus on the glass.

For easy reference, there is proof in real life that this is possible in the rock known as fulgerite, specifically a crude glass from lightning heating sand. So, at a base point, Niva is at least pumping 1 billion joules worth of energy into the sand. For perspective, a bolt of lightning is about 3 million volts, electricity arcs in the air as low as 30 thousand, which is the likely starting point for lightning bending, which in the show always takes a less than combat effective charging period. Now Niva's glass probably is more refined, so to save on time and math, we'll just say 5 billion joules or 15 million volts. Now the big one is that to cool this now molten glass with air in less than half a second?... it's actually impossible. Past a certain point it air could be going too fast to cool and cause friction instead, the only way it would work is if the air was supercooled, like absolute zero... air is not a good heat conductor, and neither is glass.

Now that we've gone through the steps, the end attack is!... hitting opponents with really sharp rocks.... bit underwhelming considering the feats. So let's have a little fun and talk about all the other things she could do within this same time frame!

Hit the opponent with 5 damn near unguardable bolts of nature's wrath without warning since near zero charge time.

Use that 5 billion joules with firebending to make the area in front of her stop existing.

Just use that 5 billion joules of energy to simply accelerate the sand to ludicrous speeds where it would have the effect of a high powered shotgun.

Air bend with that energy to just rend the flesh with sheer force of air.

Cool the air around her opponent to where the gasses we breathe are rendered solid.

Metal bend some coins to have a razors edge and send them out at bullet velocity.

Cover the opponent in molten glass...

Just earth bend rocks to be sharp...

The rain isn't that bad, but it also suffers from the fact that its steps are just as, if not more dangerous than the end product. The amount of water she'd have to boil to make a super heavy cloud that has drops that can hit the ground before they evaporate could easily just be a boiling flood... or lava...

[nineteendegrees]

Sketchbook, mixed media collage.

Found papers, foil, wax, acrylic, and an element from the ADDITIONS deck Series 2, a project from Morphic Additions.

Fulgerite.

[nocturnal-nexu]

Once the gang finds Jay and he's joined the team once again, the kids beg him to zap the castles and turn them into fulgerites. Then they can take their sand castles home with them instead of having to watch them get washed away.

(This randomly popped into my head when I remembered fulgerites existed. They are such a cool natural phenomenon! Sorry if it's a bit off topic.)

Dad cole....

I headcanon that when the ninjas and friends play to the beach cole secretly uses his power to help the kids build a sandcastle

Like, come to think of it some of them don't really have a good childhood (iykyk) and they probably don't know the right way to make the perfect standing sandcastle, so cole uses his power to help it stay in shape and not crumbling down instead of teaching them the right material, just to spoil the kids

Nobody knows except Zane, cuz... he's zane

(Zane of course after that teaches the kids Which type of sand is perfect to make a sandcastle)

[bunny-ology]

In case y'all ever wonder what it looks like when lightning hits sand, this is called fulgerite and it's exactly that

[figandthewasp]

I don’t know if it’s the sudden rash of earthquakes down south, the solar eclipse, the new moon, mercury retrograde, or all of the above, but I’ve been in a bit of a haze the past 48 or so hours and it can kindly stop now. ✨ ✨ ✨ #oracleofmysticalmoments #46 Night ride. Protector...connected with magic and wonder, the elephant is a protector, a strong shoulder to lean on in all times. Even during dark times you can feel safe and secure beside him 🐘🙏🏻💖 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . #oracle #divination #fulgerite #magick #witchesofinstagram #witch #ritual #instawitch #solitarywitch #grateful #gratitude #protected #guided #love #loveistheanswer #energy #highvibe #raiseyourvibration #newbiginnings #intuition #cartomancy #listen #learntheartofobservation #healing #sacredspace #intention #selflove #thefigandthewasp https://www.instagram.com/p/BzmY3qtJNbL/?igshid=todklxaw4z46

[thenaturewitch]

Gemstones ~ F

Feldspar Promotes honoring one’s sexuality, promotes self respect and self-esteem

Flint (Chert) Grounds and releases anger and aggression, aids self-control, reduces fighting, promotes learning to manage and safely release anger, aids positive self-esteem, reduces arrogance

Aqua Fluorite Promotes emotional release and expressing withheld grief and fear, aids ability to ask others for help, supports safe expression of anger, releases and heals anger, aids in resolving fear, letting go of grief, and emotional pain

Blue Fluorite Releases negative thought patterns

Clear Fluorite Promotes telepathy, aids in communication with animals and spirit beings

Green Fluorite Aids visualization and meditation, facilitates emotional release

Pink Fluorite Soothes fear and despair, promotes forgiveness of self and others, self-love, self-empowerment, support for headaches and migraines (Also called Lavender Fluorite)

Purple Fluorite Promotes sense of wholeness and spiritual peace, aids meditation, enhances psychic development

Raspberry Fluorite Promotes understanding of self, removes negative patterns

Yellow Fluorite Stimulates intellect, visualization, psychic ability

Fossil Promotes respect for age and awareness that there is no true death or end, promotes individual connection with Earth, aids grounding, serenity, peaceful aging, inner strength, and endurance

Ammonite Fossil Reminder of life as a path or journey, supports meditation, helps contact physical and spiritual guides and teachers, helps remember your past

Goniatite Fossil Promotes understanding of life cycles, aids acceptance of life, death, growth, and change

Orthoceras Fossil Helps in moving forward in one’s life, aids decision making 

Rhyncholampas (Echinoids) Fossil Magnifies connection with our galaxy (These are fossilized starfish.)

Turritella Fossil Aids in ending negative past patterns, aids reflection of the past (These are fossilized snails.)

Fuchsite Soothes during emotional release, aids nausea, cleanses

Fuchsite with Kyanite Promotes meditation on beauty of Earth, promotes stewardship, protects those who protect the Earth, promotes peace and joy, prevents burnout

Fulgerite Promotes transformation, psychic stimulation, promotes creativity (Also called Sand Fulgerite.  Formed by lightning striking beach sand.)

[captain-safetypants]

Ooo, I personally would go with a creamy, whitened-down yellow ochre or raw sienna if I were looking to make those cool colors pop. I like @fulgerite-and-petrichor ‘s idea of the dusty rose too. Those squares are lovely!

I find myself, once again, trying to de-clutter the stash so I'm making the Autumn Island Time Blanket by Mallory Krall.

I'd love to hear some color suggestions! I want to give these colors a bit more pop or find a shade that will compliment them.

[raevynnocturne]

Fulgerite, which is glass created after lightning strikes sand, sounds a lot like Folgerite; which sounds like people who worship Folgers coffee!

[forduary]

Glass Flames

No one knows which of them bends fire first. Their mother laughs that they’re twins, of course they must have done it together, and Ford takes her words literally - bending in unison comes easily to them both, easier at first than bending alone, so of course their first bending must have been shared. (Much later, after years of his father spitting poison in his ears, Stanford will convince himself that he didn’t need Stanley for it, that Stanley somehow leached away Stanford’s first flames to make it look as though they were shared.) (It is not the worst falsehood that Ford will convince himself of.) Ford hunts for books describing firebending - they should have living teachers, but none of their family are benders (none that they know and speak to, at least, though their mother teaches them both candleflame meditation, and surely she must have learned it from someone?), and their father will not pay out good money for them to learn something that he sneers is supposed to come naturally. (Ford reads that the first benders were taught by elemental spirits, but he will never find any signs that such beings are real, despite spending half his life seeking them.) Lee has no patience for reading when he could be doing, but they work together well enough with Ford reading out descriptions of the moves and Lee attempting them. Once Lee achieves something cool or interesting he drags Ford away from his book and makes him copy it till they both know the move, and then Ford will return to his book and they will start again. Lee favours punches, fists raised in poses that owe more to boxing matches seen on television than images copied from ancient scrolls. Ford is equally (un)willing to kick or punch, taking the old saying that firebending comes from the breath more seriously than Lee thinks it deserves. Watching them separately, a person might not believe they learned together - but seen side by side, their very different styles are obviously two halves of a whole. * Ford sits in determined focus, feeling for his sense of his own chi and attempting to move it without moving his arms or legs or so much as a finger. His chi flows, and separates, and - “COOL!” Lee shouts, scrambling closer as they both stare in shock at the sparks-that-are-*not*-flames as they wink out. Ford turns his stare to Lee, eyes wide with shock that is only delighted instead of overwhelmed because his twin is here believing so very clearly that this is a good thing. “I think that was lightning,” he whispers, and Lee is even more impressed with him. (Much later, Ford will be around other firebenders, who mutter amongst themselves that lightningbending is a sign of being cold, being heartless - but none of the whispers will ever go deep enough to drown out that awed shout of “COOL!”) * Lee never learns lightningbending. Stanford tells himself, later, that it’s because Stanley is too undisciplined. * Lee’s flames are a bright turquoise, and Ford is as fascinated by them as Lee is by Ford’s lightning. He reaches over, prods them curiously, and laughs as they tickle slightly, sun-warm and welcoming. “They’re amazing,” he breathes, and Lee blushes, looks away, tries to hide how much it means that Ford is impressed. (Ford doesn’t let himself remember this, afterwards; he tells himself that Stanley was laughing at how easily fooled he was, because somehow that hurts less than truly remembering his brother being shy and hopeful that he had achieved something worth praising.) Lee makes shapes with his flames, moving illustrations for the tall tales he invents whenever Ford needs to hear them. Lee’s flames mean comfort and safety to Ford, even more than Ford’s own do, because Lee’s flames are companionship and acceptance and everything he needs that no one else in this town will give him. They’re so comforting that Ford keeps reaching to touch them, never fearing he might be burned because how could he be burned by his twin’s flames when they always firebend together? Ford couldn’t say when he first suspects that Lee’s flames are more than comforting. He makes careful notes in a little book, written in code so their father won’t scold them for the experiments he’s recording (the potential recklessness means nothing, but their father would be infuriated by the caring implied, the willingness to - the desire to - look after each other which their father will never see as anything but weakness). His records prove his theory correct: Lee’s flames are healing flames. Bruises, scrapes, cuts, every injury that comes from being an active boy with easy access to a beach (and being a frequent victim of bullies who are enabled, if not actively encouraged, by the adults around them) heals faster and easier under his brother’s blue flames. It makes perfect sense to him, when they are young: Lee wants more than anything to protect and care for Ford, so of course these flames made purely of his chi heal Ford. (Later, he will feel humiliated (feel sick) to have been so wrong.) (Later still, he will feel worse that he never thought to question the discrepancies between what he read and what he experienced - never measured what he was told against what he knew, never saw how the two were too different to be anything but two separate things.) * When Ford is eleven, he finds a book that describes his ability to create seed-lightning. (It will only be decades later that he will understand that his brother’s abilities - those healing flames, coloured a blue that’s almost green - were never mentioned in that book.) The book tells Ford that he is special, is amazing, and so Ford believes it wholeheartedly. (It is a pattern of thought that comes close to ruining him, before the end. In other worlds, it does.) He seeks out what the book has to say about Lee’s flames eagerly, looking to make his brother feel as special as he does. What he finds (Blue flames are a mark of dangerous sociopathy) destroys them, instead. * Sociopaths are dangerous, are cruel, are evil. Ford watches Stanley, tries to see the signs that he must have missed for all their lives, and grows more and more afraid the longer he goes without seeing them - how can Lee fake caring so easily, so constantly? (If he can’t, if the book is wrong, what does that mean for what it says about Ford’s own lightningbending?) His bruises and scratches and all his minor injuries keep healing faster than he thought was natural. “Are you using that fire on me?” he asks, and Stanley says “No!” If Stanley is lying then everything becomes tangled, because lying is a sign of sociopathy but there is no reason for Stanley to heal him and not claim responsibility unless he truly cares, and if he’s a sociopath then he can’t care, but if he isn’t why would he lie so much, and… And if Stanley is telling the truth, just this once, then Ford was mistaken and Stanley’s flames have nothing to do with healing. (Ford decides, under his conscious thoughts, on a level of his mind that he is completely oblivious to, that he could accept being wrong about Stanley’s flames being healing if it means that the book telling him he is so special (instead of just being a freak) is right.) (It may not be fair to his twin, but having someone other than his family tell him he is special, is different in a good way, is too rare to lose; even if the person telling him so (through words written in a book) died long before he was born.) * It’s their last science fair before graduation, and Ford feels half-crazy from trying to see his brother for what his flames prove him to be, and Stanley clings and prods and pokes until Ford finds himself shouting accusations that seem half-nonsense even to himself - and then Stanley’s fists flare blue, and Ford backs away in fear because has he pushed too far? Is Stanley finally going to prove himself a dangerous sociopath just because Ford found something more important than paying attention to him? He didn’t realise their parents were there. He didn’t realise what they’d make of what they saw. Stanford stands in his room, alone, staring at all the things in it that are not his, and tries to understand what has just happened. * “I don’t understand,” his mother says, and neither does Stanford. “You looked so scared, baby,” she says, and of course he was because everything about that scene was wrong and he can’t understand why. “Did -  did he ever… use those flames on you?” and Stanford doesn’t understand what she’s asked him, doesn’t understand what he’s saying when he nods yes with the memory of warmth and healing spreading through his veins. Stanford doesn’t understand. (Neither does she.) * Ford goes to the beach they both practised on. (He has no idea what he’s looking for.) Seeing the little glass sculpture of waves around fulgerite (Ford’s fulgerite) feels like an electric shock, and Ford has no idea why. He doesn’t know why he snatches it up, holds it close as if it’s precious (as if someone might try to take it from him). …The glass flames feel comforting, warm like sunlight. Ford keeps those flames in reach - in hidden pockets, in his hands, always where he can touch them, always where he knows they’re safe - for years. * Over the next few weeks (months, years) Stanford tries to make sense of what’s happened. Slowly, he pieces things together. If Stanley was a parasite, was using Stanford, smothering him, then their father being willing to throw Stanley out makes sense. If Stanley was dangerous, if there were some warning signs that Stanford had missed but their mother had seen and tried to overlook, then her immediately assuming that Stanley would hurt Ford with his flames makes sense. If those blue flames really were such a bad sign, then the book saying they mark Stanley as a sociopath makes sense. (Ford clings to the glass flames, feeling the frozen echoes of his twin’s chi. If these flames feel so comforting, then maybe (his brother isn’t a sociopath), maybe (the healing and caring weren’t false, weren’t lies), maybe there’s a reason  for it (he misses Stanley, he misses Stanley)

…maybe it doesn’t make sense.) * Ford’s bruises don’t heal so easily, without his brother’s presence (without his brother’s flames). No one else notices. * The last Ford hears about his brother before he leaves New Jersey to go to the only college that would take his late application (late because he almost didn’t think to apply at all, because no one mentioned scholarships until so late into his school year) is a rumour that he’s killed someone. “He burned them to death!” “I heard he was laughing while he did it!” Ford is grateful to go to Backupsmore, even though the best it boasts of is ‘mostly bug-free dorms’. Away from the rumours, away from the sneers. (Away from the stupid urge to defend his brother when he’s the one who found out Stanley is a sociopath in the first place, away from the nightmares of his twin’s body lying unclaimed in a morgue because his father refused to acknowledge him even in death.) There are fewer people there than he hoped who see more to him than his six fingers and lightningbending, but more than he feared. One of those people is his roommate, Fiddleford, with eyes of waterbender blue but no bending skill at all. He appreciates that Ford doesn’t look down on him for not being a bender, Ford appreciates that he doesn’t look down on Ford for his six fingers, and they each appreciate the other’s intelligence. (It doesn’t occur to Ford that they could become friends, and Fiddleford is too polite to push his company on someone who seems uninterested.) Ford learns of a game called Dungeons and Dungeons and More Dungeons, and finds people to play it with. It’s the most socialising he does during his time at Backupsmore, a few hours each week spent feeling like he’s part of a group. (He doesn’t understand how standoffish he seems outside those games, doesn’t realise that the group he plays with want him to sometimes be the one to invite them to sit nearby or offer snacks instead of his expecting them to always make any and all effort.) (How would he? His only socialisation before this was Stanley, who would make any effort if it would make his twin more inclined to spend time with him.) He fills the rest of his time with studying, driven to earn his place, earn the scholarship he was given, and if he gives less than his all then he doesn’t deserve it, does he? Every time he feels too alone, he clings to the glass flames. Every time he remembers who left them for him, he pretends he isn’t missing Stanley. …The growing disconnect from his own emotions does nothing to help him build friendships, but it helps him pretend he doesn’t need them, and he tells himself that’s almost as good. In time, he convinces himself it’s better. (But despite what he tells himself, he never stops clinging to the reminder of his twin.) * Ford has multiple PhDs. Ford has a grant. Ford has evidence telling him that the small town of Gravity Falls is an epicentre for the anomalies he’s so eager to study. (Ford has no contact with his almost-friends from Backupsmore, no intention of making friends in this town that he has come to live in, and no idea that he wants any of these things. He would have no contact with his family, but his mother puts in the effort that he still doesn’t recognise he should, telephone calls and occasional letters and frequent suggestions of visits that never happen. And then his mother is ill and the calls stop happening, the letters stop coming, and Ford never quite notices that he’s lost contact with his family.) (He clings to the glass flames so often and for so long their shape becomes imprinted on his hand.) (He never notices either fact, let alone connects them.) * Ford knows there’s an answer here (there has to be an answer) but he can’t find it, and if he can’t find the answer he isn’t good enough, isn’t clever enough, he doesn’t deserve - doesn’t deserve - (anything, everything, he has no idea what it is he needs to earn, he only knows that if his mind isn’t enough to answer this riddle he’s found then he hasn’t earned it, might never, and that thought, that fear, drives him further than anyone should go.) The cave painting feels like a beacon in the dark. (Later, he’ll decide it’s a will-o-the-wisp, leading him astray from firm land to drown in the swamp for its own amusement.) He summons Bill, he talks to Bill, and the loneliness he never recognised fades. (The glass flames sting his palm every time he talks to Bill. He tells himself - Bill tells him - that it’s coincidence, but something in him takes it as a warning, is warier of Bill than he realises.) “You should build an interdimensional portal!” Bill (orders) suggests, and Ford finds the idea fascinating, exciting. “You’ll need my help, of course!” Bill says (threatens?), and Ford has an incongruous memory of working with Stanley to learn firebending (but would Ford be the one holding the book, or the one struggling to make sense of the instructions read out?). (Ford doesn’t want Bill’s help. But he never admits it close enough to the surface of his mind for Bill to challenge him on it.) “Let’s make a deal!” Bill says (demands), and he offers a hand full of blue flames (blue, not turquoise, not -), and Ford throws himself back so violently he throws himself out of the mindscape. Blue flames are the sign of a sociopath, and oh, what if they were never talking about human flames at all? (What if Ford destroyed Stanley’s life for no reason at all?) * Blil threatens and postures, but Ford is stubborn and knows better (he sacrificed his brotherhood with his own twin on a pyre of fear and paranoia, does Bill really think a few months of companionship will be held higher?). It’s not so difficult to find wards to block Bill’s entrance to his house, not when he never quite made those changes Bill suggested, not when he never gave Bill the access he wanted. (Not when he never made a deal.) Ford clutches Stanley’s glass flames to his chest, and breathes in the pattern of the candlelight meditation their mother taught them, and tells himself that he’s safe. (He stlil doesn’t recognise the loneliness he feels.) But not all the things Bill told him were lies, and when Bll listed the people he had 'inspired’ Ford didn’t pay attention to how many different countries they were from, didn’t see the warning for what it was. (Gravity Falls is not the only place where instructions on how to summon Bill can be found.) Ford is dragged from his home on the instructions of an earthbender he has never seen before, who wraps a collar of stone around his throat. “So! And do you have the pretty flamas marina of your brother?” the earthbender asks mockingly. Ford never learned Spanish, but he can tell 'marina’ is 'sea’ or 'ocean’. 'Ocean flames’? His mind goes to Stanley’s bright turquoise flames, Stanley’s healing flames, and even with the number of air healers there are healing has always been associated with waterbending and waterbending always associated with the ocean… (Those glass flames around his fulgerite could almost be glass waves, couldn’t they?) There’s a black hole forming inside Ford, too much pressure applied to the mass of all those memories that prove Stanley was never a sociopath, was never a threat, was never someone who should have been cast out of their home and their family (and oh, for a firebender hadn’t Stanley always been so strangely devoted to his family instead of his honour?). The earthbender’s eyes gleam yellow. “Come along, little firebender,” he taunts, as his pattern of speech changes to one Ford is horrified to recognise. “There’s a family reunion to get to! Wouldn’t wanna be late!” The black hole compresses further, as Ford stares at this human-who-is-somehow-Bill and knows who the reunion will be with, knows he has somehow condemned his brother to an even worse fate (surely, surely there’s a limit to how far he can ruin his twin’s life without meaning to?). The collar drags him forwards. The human-who-is-Bill grins. Ford is terrified. * Ford doesn’t know how he expected Stanley to look. But he didn’t expect the deep, sickening terror in his eyes when he sees the human-who-is-Bill (Ford hasn’t heard a name, hasn’t been listening for one - whoever used to own that body is irrelevant, now that Bill has settled in Ford is sure that the original owner will never be able to reclaim it). Even after all this time, Ford’s subconscious tells him that Stanley is fire, is comfort, is family and healing. Stanley should never be so afraid. “Heeeey, knucklehead!” Don’t you dare, how dare you, that nickname isn’t yours to use “Do you want to show me those pretty sea-flames of yours now?” Why would Bill care - is that the terms of whatever deal he made with this man - “I think I’ve finally got hold of someone you’ll want to use them on!” Stanley tries to charm and sweet-talk, stalling for time so blatantly even Ford can see it, and Bill laughs and pretends to humour him as he blames Stanley for Ford being here and Stanley believes him - and then there’s a blade of stone impaling Ford’s leg, and Stanley is screaming, begging to be allowed to do what the earthbender wants, and Bill’s laughing so loud - and the black hole in Ford’s chest swallows all his fear and doubt and self-recrimination so there’s nothing in him but pain and the sight of his twin’s desperation to give up everything for his sake - (his chi flows, and separates, and) Bill’s laughter cuts off with a sharp crack. The stone collar crumbles away from Ford’s throat. (The stalagmite through his leg doesn’t crumble.) Stanley pulls Ford away from the stone through his leg, away from the body lying on the floor, and pours his blue flames (turquoise flames, ocean flames) into the wound on Ford’s leg. Ford is trembling, is shocked, is clinging to his brother almost as tightly as Stanley is clinging onto him. “…What just happened?” Ford asks weakly. Bill can’t have been stopped so easily. Stanley can’t still care about him so much he’d give up everything for a chance to protect him. (Nothing makes sense.) Stanley tenses, muscles solider than the stone of the collar had been. “Hey, I had to find some use for those old lessons about redirecting electricity someday, right?” Ford blinks slowly. Redirecting…? His eyes land on the body of his captor. He realises, with a slow creeping horror, that he is looking at the corpse of a human - more, of a man who has died of electrocution. Stanley never did learn how to lightningbend. “The human body doesn’t produce that much electricity, Stanley,” he whispers. He can feel Stanley cringe. “Do you think the cops are gonna know that?” he asks, and it’s a genuine question, his twin brother who he hasn’t seen in ten years, whose life he destroyed, is asking if he can successfully frame himself for - (“I heard he killed someone!” “I heard he was smiling when he did it!”) (Was Ford smiling when he killed Bill? Was he smiling when he killed this person who Bill was using?) “I’m a murderer,” Ford whispers, and the black hole in his chest implodes and takes his consciousness with it. “Sixer? Sixer, stay with me!” calls a worried voice, and Ford knows as he sinks that he’ll follow it out of the darkness. Eventually.

((Firebender AU - Quill))

[pluagemask042]

Xenius S. Fulgica Age: 18 Gender: Male Species: Azathen - Melva/Common Race: Mixed (Lower Varial, South Solitamacha) Aura Type: Fulgerite Description: Calm, observant, but Energetic, Xenius is a eye of a storm, even when things are falling apart around him, he remains collected and optimistic. Xenius, or his preferred nickname "X-Core", is very chill and love to entertain people, often going to late night parties and raves, but not on the dance floor, but as the Disc Jumper. X-Core's Style of fighting is very unorthodox, he prefers to stay afar and to use  slight of hand, often laying traps and running away from his enemies, prompting them to chase him, meanwhile he will calmly plan, prepare, and then execute his hair-brain scheme. But his trickster ways can be circumvented by using powerful short range attacks, he has little no plan to handle that, if you can catch up to him.

[rogue-trader-samuel-drakon]

"Let me guess. Something specifically meant to hurt or even kill me?" Samuel guessed, not backing down, however. "Maybe a chunk of fulgerite? Or something to counter my psychic powers instead."

@rogue-trader-samuel-drakon

After a lot of advice and a long time of trying to steel his courage, Samuel decides just to confront Perturabo. "Let's just get this over with..." He said nervously, prepared to have to fight.

“HA! No. I will systematically deal with you. My sons have already infiltrated your ship. Even your guard came back empty handed.”

[computersciencegothic]

Fulgerites—“petrified lightning,” the result of lightning striking silica-rich sand or sediment, fusing and vitrifying mineral grains—from the Mineralogical Research Company.

[alphakindergartenquartzhelp]

Gem cut of grape agate, fulgurite, Euclase, Goshenite

I decided to use polished fulgerite for the gem cut to make things more simplistic for you. 

I hope this helps!

-Mod Quartz

[darkerangels]

Fulgerite: The result of a lightning strike on a beach.