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[linos-luna]

My Queen (Pt. 7) • Last part •

Yandere!Hyunjin x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Yandere, delusions, Stockholm Syndrome, smut, fingering, groping

(Pt. 6) (Last Part)

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The days come and go. As you plan your wedding, you feel like you’re in a dream. Hyunjin has become even more attentive and protective but you don’t mind. He gives you all the love and attention you could ever want. He wanted you to be happy everyday all day.

Your love for him has become stronger. No matter what anyone says, you know that Hyunjin is the prince that returned you to the castle at took you away from the dangerous world. The world is cruel. Full of awful people that want to hurt you and dangerous structures. It is much more safe to stay in the castle.

Speaking of, you love your castle. You’ve made it your own and decorated as you please. The bedroom is elegant and cozy, kitchen is rich with color and ingredients for the best food, and living room decorated beautifully. Every room was filled with your favorite colors and personal touch. Your castle is gorgeous.

You and Hyunjin have worked so hard on the garden. Growing strawberries, tomatoes and zucchini. Many other foods as well. The flowers? Well you grew some news but kept the older ones as well. The ones you couldn’t see? It’s silly to think they were never there. They were just to beautiful for the human eye to comprehend, but they are there, no doubt.

With the amount of growth and fluoresment present, you didn’t even realize how long you’ve been here. Perhaps a year…? Who knows. And it doesn’t even matter to you.

~~~~~~ 👑

It’s a beautiful spring day and you found yourself in the garden, picking the fresh strawberries from their vines. You can’t wait to eat them with your fiancé. Fresh strawberries, Greek yogurt, and granola. A perfect lunch.

You walk in with the basket of berries, taking them to the kitchen before washing your hands in the sink. You had gotten some dirt on your hands but you didn’t mind.

Hyunjin watched as you washed the strawberries and pulled out some bowls.

��What are you making, my love?” He speaks up suddenly.

“Parfaits.” You replied.

“My Queen, you do not need to work so hard.”

“It’s okay.” You say with a smile while cutting the stems from the strawberries. “I want to make it.”

Hyunjin shrugged, letting you continue. It wasn’t long before you finished and set the bowls on the table.

“My love, it looks amazing.”

“Thanks Jinnie.” You smile when watching him eat. He then feeds you. The fresh strawberries were sweet and delicious.

At some point, Hyunjin gave you a sudden kiss. The taste of strawberries lingered on your and his lips.

“What was that for?”

“Nothing.” Hyunjin chuckled. “I just love you.” He was always so sweet. Hyunjin looked at you with love in his eyes as he gently rubbed your cheek.

“I love you too Jinnie.” You replied with a smile. When finishing your food, Hyunjin gets up and cleans up the dishes. Meanwhile you look at your phone, reading the incoming messages. It was Jihyo. Hyunjin knows how important your friend is to you so he finally let you keep and use your phone. After all, There’s no reason not to trust you.

After responding, you slip your phone back in your pocket and move to the living room. Something was playing on the TV but it was more like background noise as you barely paid attention to it. Hyunjin sat next to you, giving a kiss to your cheek.

“My Queen? Do you know what today is?”

“Hm?”

“It’s our one year anniversary!” Hyunjin said excitedly.

“Oh wow.” You replied, now thinking about it. Had it really been a year??

“My love, it’s been a year since I brought you home.” He chuckled. “How could you forget?”

“I’m losing track of time I guess.”

“My sweet Queen… let me ravish you with love.” He said while turning your head to kiss your lips.

You gently kiss back as he puts his hand on your hip. This kisses were passionate and lips so addicting. You gasped softly as he kissed your neck and pushing you on your back.

Hyunjin looked over you while touching you under your shirt, massaging your braless breasts and continuing to kiss down your neck, nipping every once in a while. You let out breathy moans as he use one hand to palm over your pants.

This had you hot and needy. You desperately pulled your shirt off and tugged down your pants.

Hyunjin loved this and continued by sucking at your breasts and teasing your clit, slipping his fingers under your panties. This had you moaning and whimpering.

“My love, let me please you…” he whispered against your neck before slipping his two fingers in your cunt.

“F-fuck— Jinnie—!”

“Shh… relax my darling.”

Hyunjin slowly went in and out with his fingers, curving them ever so slightly to hit that sensitive bundle of nerves.

Breathy moans escaped your lips and your back slightly arched. It was hard not to sound like you’re crying as tears rolled down your cheeks. You tightly gripped his hair as you were already so close to reaching your high.

“Cmon, my love… cum on my fingers…”

“F-fuck—….” With a loud moan and eyes rolled back, you let go.

After pulling out his fingers, he stuck them in his mouth to taste your essence.

“My Queen…” he breathed. “My Queen is so sweet…”

You stared at him, feeling a bit dazed. His addictive plump limps and hypnotic eyes made you want more. You whimpered a little, needing his attention again. It was only a short bit before he started kissing you again.

“What’s wrong, my love?”

“I just want you…” you replied while holding on to him.

“Yeah? My sweet queen, you’ll always have me.” He smiled while rubbing your cheek. “My love, do you understand how beautiful you are?”

You only shook your head.

Hyunjin chuckled and rubbed your sides. “You are the most beautiful person ever… most kind and loving… no one deserves your graciousness.”

All you could do was blush at his compliments. He did this often but it always had you falling for him all over again.

“My sweet queen, I’ll protect you forever… I’ll keep the hideous world away…” Hyunjin continued giving soft kisses along your neck. “I love you… and I’ll never leave you… but will you ever leave me?”

“I would never.” You managed to get out between kisses.

"My Queen, I got you something," Hyunjin announced as he got up. "For the wedding."

Putting your shirt and pants back on, you followed him to the bedroom. "For your veil, you deserve a crown," he said, presenting a sparkly tiara, undoubtedly an exquisite and expensive piece. "I believe it will go perfectly with whatever dress you pick."

"Wow!" you said excitedly. "It's so pretty!"

Hyunjin smiled, placing the tiara on your head. "My Love, we will be going dress shopping today."

"Really?!"

"Yes. Now go get ready. Keep the crown on."

With a kiss on the lips, you eagerly headed to the closet to get dressed for the outing.

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Hyunjin took you to the finest stores in town to find the perfect wedding dress. His anxiety and paranoia were setting in as he stayed by your side and hyper vigilant. While in a bridal shop, Hyunjin waited patiently in the dressing room until the manager approached him.

"Sir, is that your fiancée?" she asked curiously.

"Yes.”

"Not to be rude, but isn't the bride supposed to go dress shopping with her mother and bridesmaids?"

Hyunjin shot her an annoyed expression. "Well, I'm shopping with her."

"Yes, but—?"

"She only needs me!" he blurted out, causing the woman to back off, concerned about his outburst.

She couldn’t help thinking about it, she feels like she’s seen you before… maybe online or tv…? It had her feeling extra suspicious of Hyunjin.

"Jinnie! I think I found the one!" you cheered as you emerged from the dressing room.

"My Queen, you look stunning!" he complimented, genuinely pleased. "I really like it."

"Then we should get it!"

As you changed, Hyunjin couldn't help but notice the manager staring at him. His paranoia growing, and despite your conversation from the dressing room, his mind wandered. "Something is wrong," he whispered to himself.

He was lost in a battle, tuning out everything around him. The struggle was evident, muttering phrases like "don't take her" until he snapped back to reality, facing a concerned policeman.

"Are you alright?" the officer asked with a raised brow.

"Why wouldn't I be alright? I'm just shopping with my fiancée!" Hyunjin laughed nervously, dismissing any suspicion.

The officer, however, mentioned a report of shady business and a potential missing person.

“Shady?? What do you mean?”

“I mean… you seem to be keeping a really close eye on your ‘fiancée’ and she looks like someone from a missing persons report.”

“Missing?! She’s not missing!”

“Well, not to you, obviously.

“She’s not missing.” He repeated.

“I’ll speak to her—”

“No!” Hyunjin snapped.

“What’s going on?” You said while poking your head out.

“Nothing, my love. Ignore it.”

“No, ma’am.” The cop said while walking up to you. “I just had a question.”

“Oh, okay?” You nodded awkwardly.

“I believe you’re on a missing persons report.”

“She’s not missing!” Hyunjin yelled.”

“Are you here willingly?” The cop said with a sigh.

“What? Of course I’m here willingly! I love Hyunjin!” You say quickly. “We’re gonna get married!”

“Okay. But were you kidnapped or—?”

“Kidnapped?!” You interrupted. “You have this all wrong. Hyunjin saved me. He brought me back to the castle.

“Are you sure?”

“He’s the love of my life! No one loves me like he does.” You say with a smile while looking at Hyunjin who was standing there nervously.

As he questioned you, Hyunjin grew defensive, insisting you weren't missing. The officer wanted to speak with you alone, but you refused,

“Alright, I just want to make sure.” The officer nodded. He was still a bit suspicious

“Ma’am are you sure you wouldnt you like to step to the side for a recorded statement? Maybe to the police station?”

“And leave Hyunjin?” You said with a frown while going to and hugging hyunjin’s arm. “No it’s not safe!”

“It’s the police station, you’ll be—”

“She doesn’t want to go with you.” Hyunjin interrupted.

“I’m sorry, officer but I don’t wanna go. I have to stay with Jinnie and finish getting ready for our wedding.”

The cop frowned, He was 100% you were the missing person but knows that there’s nothing he could do as you were an adult. He apologized and left you guys alone, writing down some notes.

The officer was still suspicious as he left and Hyunjin held you tight. “I told you it was dangerous out here! We must go home!”

You agreed, ready to pay and leave as soon as possible.

On the drive home, you discussed wedding plans, and Hyunjin marveled at your excitement, relieved to be away from the dangers outside the castle.

After returning home, Hyunjin helped you relax before a late dinner. As you sat down, you couldn't shake off the curiosity about the policeman's intentions.

"Jinnie?" you asked.

"Yes, my love?" Hyunjin replied.

"Why did that policeman want me to go with him?"

"Probably to steal you away," he sighed, "and lock you up."

"Why would he do that?"

"There are crazy and dangerous people out there. That's why you must stay here with me."

"Okay," you smiled. "Thank you for protecting me."

~~~~~ 👑

A month passed, and the day of the wedding arrived. The outdoor venue was adorned with your favorite colors and decorations. A priest stood at the altar, ready to officiate the ceremony.

Your friend Jihyo assisted you in getting ready, doing your makeup and hair. As you admired yourself in the mirror, Jihyo struck up a conversation.

"Y/n, are you sure about this..."

"Yes," you smiled, looking back at her.

Jihyo sighed. "Well, are you happy? Genuinely?"

"Mmhm, I am," you replied.

"Okay," Jihyo sighed, knowing there was nothing more she could do. As your friend, she wished for your happiness, and she'd be there if you.

"Y/n, I'm happy for you. If you ever need anything, I'm always here for you. Come see me if you need anything."

You gave your friend a hug, and with that, Jihyo ushered you towards the aisle, where Hyunjin awaited. Tears formed in your eyes as you nodded, ready to marry the love of your life.

As the ceremony unfolded, the music played, your heart was racing. Walking down the aisle, you felt overwhelming joy. Marrying Hyunjin meant spending the rest of your life with the one you love, and that prospect filled you with great happiness. This marked the beginning of the happiest day of your life.

[sapphire-draw]

I have some decent-ish drawings from last year where I went 'ok but what if you could give Malroth a weapon that he could hide in his jacket or something in Skelkatraz and then you could fight the gatekeeper in The Hole'

I don't know how to clean up pictures of traditional drawings sorry

When I finished the drawing I grabbed the orange fluoresent marker and started going a little nuts with it oops

[toastedclownery]

Hello babes. You know the drill. mw theory reblog chain time

I think Punti's crystal might be based on fluorite. And I don't have a lot of points, but the ones I do are pretty strong.

1. Fluorite is where the term "fluoresence" comes from!! It was discovered much earlier but the term wasn't properly coined until it was studied on the mineral (x)

Fluoresence is when an object emits light when exposed to ultraviolet light. And knowing how much MW likes its colors and wavelengths, that set off an alarm in my head

Fluorite also comes in a variety of colors, purple being one of them! I think they made Punti's crystal purple to reinforce his possible ultraviolet theme

2. The reason I stumbled upon fluorite in the first place!!! is because I was looking into more geometry stuff, I started reading about the platonic solids, specially the octahedron because that's my boy🦑and I saw THIS (x)

Fluorite crystals are most likely to form in the shape of cubes and octahedrons!!!

And like!!!!

That would explain the comparisons to Shrike!!! The shot where Beebs is looking at them side to side implies that they are similar or related in some way, but I didn't know how until now!!!

[maldarchive]

THERE IS A CONSTANT SENSE OF BEING WATCHED, SURVEILLED, TRACKED, PLOTTED AGAINST, ETC. THIS IS NOT A GLITCH EVERYTHING ELSE IS. I THOUGHT I WAS DOING BETTER NOW. FLUORESENCE IN ALL PARTS OF THE BRAIN A SHOT OF LIGHTNIGHT. I USED TO KNOW GOD BY THEIR FIRST NAME THEY USED TO SAY I WAS BLESSED ON EARTH. INVISIBLE EYES SPROUT IN EVERY CORNER. I THOUGHT THIS WOULD END FOREVER. I AM MESMERIZED BY THE BEAUTIFUL FLIMSY SILK OF THIS WEB.

[mayaajas]

Rose mallow

A poem

Admist the blooming flowers,

Within the fluoresence,

I find myself;

Admiring the radiant colours,

they look like the coral reefs.

The overwhelming sweetness,

with blossoming tenderness,

My inevitable foolishness,

Along with the happiness;

filled me all at once,

and brought tears into my eyes.

A luminous bouquet:

It’s filled with various blossoms,

filled with bright innocence,

filled with bliss and purity,

of a first love.

Symbols of everlasting love,

emotions that never die,

mysteries of affection,

Ive always wondered why.

Maybe thats something,

only known by the gods above.

Letting go,

Maybe its for the better,

Because the blooming flowers,

in this lovely weather,

are something else,

to which i tether.

Paeonia’s flower,

healing the heart of another.

—

Expressing my undying love, for flowers, through poetry.

🌸🌺

🌿🌻

[macabresymphonies]

I was always described as "Heart for humanities, mind for STEM" and it sounds cool af, but in actuality it means I long to do long, detailed analysis of unapologetically queer horror/fantasy media, but am forced to write about xenon gas lamps in fluoresence spectroscopy.

[sojournerdiraq]

Cold Circuit, Chapter One:

Alright, so here's the first chapter, written over the course of three days. I'm liking where this is going so far, honestly. Sibyl seems like she's gonna be an...interesting MC:

Anyways, here's the taglist:

@foyle-writes-things @thatqueerweirdo

Let me know if you wish to be added or removed!

I'm gonna make some proper character introductions a bit later, too!

“What do you recall from your time in the Hermes division?”

“Bombs… I remember the…bombs falling, Old Man Graves’ design.”

“Old Man Graves? Didn’t think they still used his patents after the shit he pulled.”

“They aren’t his patents anymore, Viv.”

“Right, right, they’re for the Lockhart Corp, designed by none other than Felicity Graves herself. God, I might actually shoot my shot with her if she wasn’t such a high-class bitch.” 

“She’s heiress apparent to the Lockhart Defense Corp and you’re in my apartment, smoking and shagging me. No offense, Diane, but she’s out of your league.”

I sit up and open my eyes, the neo-fluoresent light irritating my left eye.

Next to me sits the mercenary, a woman I hired for reasons that seem to elude me.

“You’re still here.” I say, taking in her soft features.

Misleading for someone of her caliber.

A black woman, military cropped hair, a pistol in her lap. Her citron eyes fixed on the control panel.

“You paid me well,” she answers.

Fuuuck, how much did I pay the merc for her to be this thorough?

If she’s here to kill me, why the hell didn’t she do it already?

“Anything new?”

I raise my left arm to the cord jacked into my spinal cord, a sense of despair washing over me as I adjust to realspace once again.

Despair? What connection do I have to…

“Another cold circuit.” I tell the mercenary.

My left arm whirs softly.

I wiggle the prosthetic fingers, a standard test to ensure my neurons are intact.

A cold circuit. Streetspeak for an implanted memory.

I seem to come across a lot of those as of late.

The merc’s gaze remains fixed on the control panel.

“Have I paid you yet?”

“Yeah.” the merc answers. “Two billion. Upfront, like you promised.”

“Where did I—”

“Neurocryptographer, Sibyl, we’ve been through this already.”

“You’re not going to tell me any more?”

“You didn’t let me. You’d fry my nervous system otherwise.”

A sigh escapes my lips.

Whatever my past self was running from, she didn’t make it easy for me to trace.

Neurocryptography.

That explains why I…well…she…could shell out such an obscene amount of cash.

“Let’s get something to eat. Fine dining in cyberspace doesn’t satisfy me anymore.”

So, I…she…was a neurocryptographer, and according to the headliners I’ve scavenged,  a damn good one, too. Good enough to encrypt her own mind, pump it with cold circuits and hire a mercenary.

She’s the one who named me…I think.

The mercenary and I approach the entrance to La Mano de Plata, awaiting the expectant gaze of Rox, a heavyset man approaching his hundreds with the grace and nobility of a kickboxer. I’d always likened him, with his brown skin, curled black hair, and high cheekbones, to another historic figure, the one known as Muhammad Ali.

“Cybernetic enhancements in the Vault, Sibyl.”

“I know the drill, Rox.” I add, raising my arms. “Would you give us a moment?” 

The man nods, and the mercenary and I retreat into the back alley just behind the cafe.

“I fucking hate doing this.”

“These are precautions against any cryptanalysts, you said so yourself.”

I roll my eyes. Whatever happened to put these precautions in place must have been for good measure.

Or I must have been a dangerous asset.

“Whatever, let’s just be quick with it, ‘kay?”

The mercenary’s hands move slowly, steadily, with laserlike precision. Her left finger taps the iris of my right eye, and upon contact, my vision in the right eye begins to blur, initiating the shutdown process.

“I am going to extract it now, are you ready, Sibyl?”

“Yeah…I think.” 

 Two fingers claw their way into my eye socket, feeling around for the main wire attached to my optic nerve.

We’ve done this procedure thousands of times, ever since I woke up six months ago, but over the last three weeks I’ve been especially dreading the removal of my cybernetics

It is as though a piece of my soul, my very identity, is being torn from me.

“Extraction’s complete, Sibyl,” the mercenary’s voice says, and there’s an unusual softness to it. She allows herself to rest very briefly, before handing me the gold laced eyepatch.

I turn my left shoulder towards her as my prosthetic, a dated contraption of gears, wires and escheresque circuitry, is lulled to sleep.

“Do you have any oil?” I ask.

“What for?”

“I want to upgrade my arm tonight. Some of the pulleys snapped when I was training.”

 At this, the merc lets out a smug laugh.

“They call you a brilliant inventor, and yet you can barely take care of the most important machine you own.”

“In my defense, I’ve only very recently learned how it works. It still needs to be…it needs some getting used to, I guess.”

“Did you read the owner’s manual Tavares gave you?”

“Not…not yet.”

 “You rush into battle without learning about your most vital weapon and wonder why it’s not serving its intended purpose.” The mercenary sighs. “Let me take a look at it.”

I detach the prosthetic, clenching my jaw as cybernetic wires detach itself from the nerves in my shoulder. With my right handd, I reach into the inner pocket of my ratty trench coat, searching for a smooth, malleable vial of liquid Galinstan.

The vial itself touches my fingertips, and I allow my fingers to close around the vial.

It is warm.

A metallic warmth that sends a shiver down my spine, a reminder of my origins.

If I can feel the warmth of the Galistan vial, if I can remember what warmth feels like…it’s proof that I’m alive.

The mercenary reaches into her own satchel, and from it emerges the semi-spherical copper-nickel encasing used to cover the exposed nerve endings on my shoulder from outside agents.

I hand the vial to the mercenary and exchange it for the encasing, gingerly placing the metal shield so that my nerves are not any more agitated than necessary.

“I’ll have to take this to Cell later, but now…”

I never understood the mercenary’s change in demeanor after removing my cybernetics. At first, I was offended, but now, I find it somewhat comforting. A sign that the mercenary still enjoys my presence.

You said that I am to treat you as an enemy whenever you are jacked into your cybernetics, the mercenary once told me, you are a careful one, Sibyl. I will not treat you as an enemy, but my demeanor will be more formal.

I toss those words in my mind.

If I am not the danger, then…

What is?

Why did I take so many precautions before my self-encryption?

The mercenary makes her way to Rox, placing my prosthetic in the Vault.

“Mama Zoraya and Celephaïs are in the storage room,” Rox says, “those two’ve been expecting you, Sibyl.”

The owners of La Mano de Plata Cafe, Mama Zoraya and her kid, Celephaïs, looked no older than twenty, despite the mother pushing ninety and the kid being thirty-five.

Right now, however, in the dimly lit, sparsely organized storeroom which we entered, sat the kid, surrounded by a healthy mix of melee and ranged weapons, smart bullets and explosives, all encased in a thin translucent casing, behind a sheet of altered hologlass.

“You’re here early, Sibyl.” Celephaïs muses, looking up from their katana.

I never understood why Cell treasured that thing, saying it was a gift from their late father, , but considering the fact that I was the one who retrieved Ryunosuke’s blade from the Graves Estate…

“Couldn’t miss out on Mama Zoraya’s exemplary Synthetik bacon.” I tell them. “Plus, we could use the company. I hit another cold circuit and I wanna debrief.”

They push the blade aside and meet my gaze. Strands of white hair brush across their face, and their pale skin almost reminds me of some supernatural creature.

“What makes you think you hit a cold circuit?”

“I…I don’t know, Cell. It just…didn’t feel right.”

They mutter something under their breath about paranoia and genius, before standing up and heading to the door.

“Let’s take your mind off that for now. Would you like to join me?”

“I don’t…yeah. I think so.”

Cell offers me a gentle, reassuring smile, adding “Let me know if it gets overwhelming. These aren’t your usual hours.”

“Thanks, Cell.” 

I turn to the mercenary and watch her eyes soften a little.

“Don’t worry about me, Sibyl. I’ll wait here.”

“Are you sure?”

 “I am very sure. I do not wish to run into some…old clientele, shall we say.”

The mercenary chose those words, old clientele, very, very carefully, and even without my right eye, I can tell that this is a topic best left for another time. Preferably when all this is over.

I nod, respecting the mercenary’s wishes, and I turn my attention to the door.

“Let’s get going,” I mutter, and Cell pushes the door open, picking up a tray of food on their way out.

The first thing I learned about La Mano de Plata: the cybernetic ban applies to everyone who steps foot in this bar, no matter their background or affiliations.

Neutral ground, Mama Zoraya called it.

And tonight, it seems busier than usual.

“We have a special guest tonight,” Celephais explains, “Felicity’s boytoy.”

“The proper term, I think, is fiancee.”

Celephais sets down a plate of instant fried rice with an unknown synthetic curry, garnished with basil leaves and Ygrian double-sauce. 

“A specialty,” they tell the patron, a girl who looks no older than twelve, “from the Old Argentine cuisine.”

The girl smiles wordlessly and unwraps the bandage from her neck, revealing a nu-silver cylindrical implant, no larger than three inches in diameter.

“It’s said to enhance your taste buds, the latest tech from Marren International.” Cell answers, and the girl beams pridefully.

A well of pity rises up into my throat.

And disgust, as bitter as bile.

Eleanor Marren, if you ask me, is a hack, an underdeveloped shitstain of an inventor who’s main goal is to con the entire world into thinking she’s some sort of fucking saviour of humanity, ushering in a new age, taking humanity to Mars (she’s said that for the last twenty five years, or so I’ve read), and the only thing I can ever truly credit her for is how intricate her stupid little song-and-dance has become, a jester who believes herself to be a queen.

I’m unsure why I bear such venomous hatred for her, but whatever the reason, I have a slight suspicion that it has something to do with my current mess.

“She can’t talk for a month after the surgery is done, but when she gets her voice back, she sings like a canary,” Cell pauses, furrowing their brow and adding,  “do you know what those are, Sibyl?”

The girl points to the table behind her, a gruff old man impatiently eyeing the tray.

 “Right, thank you.”

Cell makes their way to the impatient man, apologizing.

“Polo, guv, we’ve got a mollycase here.”

“Sure fuckin’ looks like it,” the old man snorts, eyeing me with disdain as Cell sets his plate on the table.

Moving onto the next customer, I lower my voice to a hiss, sailing under the drunk crowd.

“A mollycase? The fuck were you thinking, throwing me under the train like that?”

“Polo, Sibyl, but that’s a Lockhart executive, I gotta kiss his ass if we wanna keep runnin’. We all make sacrifices.”

“The hell is a Lockie doin’ here?”

“Prob’ly something to do with that boytoy—ah, fiancee— of Felicity’s. Look, he’s not too far from us.”.

Four tables away sits a man eating pancakes, staring at a board.

I recognize that board, a 19 by 19 grid, black and white stones tucked neatly on opposite sides of the table.

His yellow, feline eyes are focused on the white stones. 

“That’s Kaspar Richelieux, some nouveau riche jackass who’s gonna take a piece of Lockie pie in a month. The Usenet has its fair share of opinions on him.”

The usenet. I haven’t been there since I woke up, and the mercenary strongly advised me against jacking into it.

I’d be traceable, she’d warned.

That was six months ago. Six months, and I’m no closer to the truth.

I take a step towards the table.

“Fuck, you really are a mollycase,” Cell mutters, knitting his eyebrows, “whatever, Sibyl. Your funeral, right?”

“He…looks familiar.”

“I know you’re usually full of shit but this…this takes the cake.”

I ignore them and approach the table.

Kaspar looks up, raising a cybernetic arm in greeting.

His arm is the exact make and model as mine.

“Sit. What would you like?”

“I wanted…” I pause, placing both my index fingers on my forehead, trying to massage my thoughts into clarity. The index finger on my left hand feels…different…distorted, somehow.

“I wanted something from Synthetik. The bacon, I think.” I continue

“Of course, let me help with that.”

Kaspar flags down a waiter, a few strands of his shoulder-length raven-black hair covering his face.

“Synthetik Bacon for our new guest, if you would be so kind.” the waiter nods, and Kaspar turns back to me.

“Have you played?” he asks, motioning to the mahogany board.

“I…I think so,” I tell him.

“I guess we’ll just have to find out, then. Black or white?”

“Doesn’t matter.”

Kaspar reaches for the white stones, and I reach for the black ones.

“A game of perfect information, you know.”

 Perfect…information.

That term is a familiar one, but I can’t quite parse why.

“Name?”

“Sibyl. You?”

“Kaspar.”

“Pleasure.”

“Likewise.”

We play for another seven moves, my mind racing.

This man…he has the same cybernetic model as I do…

And yet…

“So why’d you become a Lockie?”

“So that’s what they’re calling us now,” he laughs, “Fel’d get a kick out of this one.”

“Are you on the usenet?”

“That’s my PR team,” Kaspar admits, placing a stone on the board. By now, he’s captured two stones, “I’m on locknet.”

“Ugh, you elites and your privatized internet. Get a fucking job like the rest of us.”

“I do have a job, Sibyl, it’s being Felicity’s boytoy.”

Huh, Celephais was right!

“So why are you here?”

“I’m in search of…vintage items. Things from before Old Man Graves and Miss Marren’s influence. Anything prior to 2030. You know, books, physical media, retro consoles, the like.”

“So you’re a collector?”

“You can say that.”

I capture a stone.

“What’re you in here for, then?”

Kaspar grins, a small, impish grin that would probably pay the Cafe’s debt three times over.

“Mama Zoraya has food. Real food, not the kind of Synthetik shit you find in the stores. Real meat, real corn, real vegetables. Some say that she’s a gardener, which is why nobody’s allowed in her kitchen.”

Kaspar leans back on his chair, detaches his hand at the wrist, and types some code into his forearm. The metallic hand springs to life, scurrying to the far end of our table to pick up a stone, before returning to the board and placing it at its very center.

“Of course,” he adds, “all this is hearsay.”

A garden…

“Your Synthetik bacon, miss.” The waiter places a plate down with three warped, lightly browned strips of Synthetik.

“Thanks, guv.” Kaspar closes his eyes momentarily, opening them again to face the waiter.

“Keep the change,” he says.

“The…the National Bank —”

“Don’t worry about it, I’ll talk to them. Enjoy your night, guv.”

 “Never would’ve taken you for a philanthropist.”

“Imperfect information on your part, Sibyl. You should know better.”

I should?

I…should…

There’s a dull, hammering ache in my forehead, and it travels to the back of my left eye. I shut my eye, blocking out the light until the ache subsides

I know this feeling all too well.

I’ve stumbled into a wall, a tangled neuron connection in my brain.

An encrypted memory.

“The trench coat you’re wearing,” Kaspar says, “how much for it?”

“Not for sale,” I answer, gritting my teeth.

“Everything has a price, you just have to find it. Let’s start with—”

“Not for sale.”

“Alright, alright, polo, Sibyl. I’ll try again later.”

Kaspar places a stone on the mahogany board.

[oscconfessions]

COME BACK FLUORESENT MINERAL YOU HAVENT DONE MY ART REQUEST YET

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[tomato-soup-whore]

twilight is a comedy. i truly cannot watch it without cackling in glee and amusement every time

"hang on tight spidermonkey"

"battleschars"

"its the fluoresents"

"this is the skin of a killer bella"

BRO you are SPARKLING it is NOt that serious i PROMISE

[cailihuazhubao]

鑽石知識 (4C)

螢光反應 FLUORESENCE

螢光反應（Fluoresence）是鑽石的專用名詞。

鉻含量較高的鑽石放在紫外光燈下，整粒鑽石會呈現藍色；鉻含量的高低會影響螢光反應的強度，無螢光反應的鑽石即使放在紫外光燈下都不會有任何顔色的轉變。螢光反應有時也可作為鑽石的辨認特徵，在評估鑽石成色時，不論是D至Z範圍內或是彩色鑽石，分級師總會檢視其螢光反應。

營光反應的分級有：NONE無，FAINT弱，MEDIUM中，STRONG強，VERY STRONG很強，螢光的顔色也會註記；雖然螢光反應不太影響價格，但對於一粒色澤較黃的鑽石來說，有螢光反應的鑽石會使鑽石看上去呈藍色而不是黃色，看上去效果較佳。 

如H, I, J, K 或以下成色的鑽石，若附有螢光反應(STRONG強 或 VERY STRONG很強)在視覺效果上，螢光反應中的藍色減淡了鑽石本身成色的黃色；因此該鑽石之成色視覺效果總會比其原有的成色視覺效果看高一線。

[lemontongues]

it is rly funny the level of useless expertise ive ended up with on the jewelry industry bc its like. im the bookkeeper but i sit on the sales floor so a lot of the time im hearing Everything, and ive sat through my aunt giving customers her educational lectures on things so many times that im like. yeah i could probably sell people diamonds lmao, i basically have the spiel about the characteristics and all the subtleties about color grade vs metal color and the effects of fluoresence and all that shit memorized. i can talk about how a handful of basic repairs work and how preowned jewelry is valued and the purpose and usefulness of various types of evaluations and which stones will hold up well in an engagement ring. but also, i know Nothing. i have zero training, i can't identify stones, i don't know shit about the technical or scientific aspects of literally anything, i can't tell you fuck all about watches, i am functionally useless. guy who knows way too much and also absolutely nothing lmao

[boyracer-heaven]

FULL MOON Pale midnight fluoresence Illuminating backroads Ohio landscape ,,, off in the Distance of the Sunoco parkinglot phantoms and Spirits reveal themselves

[miqotepotatoe]

Lucy is an aroace disater, but here are her two closest relationships in the ninja team

Refraction (Lucy + Nya)

The gal pals and founding members of the Girl Power Squad (other members include P.I.X.A.L, Skylor, Selil, Tox, Chamille, Vania & Blazey H Speed. Harumi was invited in but Quite One).

Quickly grew close as they were always left behind while the boys did ninja missions. Lucy was the one to inspire Nya to create Samurai X and Nya aided Lucy in keeping her late night ninja training a secret. Together they did their own vigilante heroism and had a lot of fun messing with the boys. After Nya outted herself as Samurai X, Lucy outted herself as the mysterious ronin and she becomes an official ninja after her own true potential.

Their friendship is just as close as Jay and Cole's.

They had a little fall out durring the whole love triangle thing, mostly because Lucy quickly got sick and tired of the drama. Before she went to the Tournement of Elements, Lucy confronted Nya about the love triangle and the girls made a deal; Nya would pick someone from the heart and if the guys complain she'll deal with them.

After Nya masterd her water powers, she and Lucy would do this trick where the girls shot out their respective elements to create rainbows. It never fails to cheer them up or any of the other ninja when they're down in the dumps.

Lucy is the calm to Nya's firey rage. She's used to dealing with unruley siblings and cousins.

Lucy was Nya's bisexual awakening.

After Nya's disapearance at the end of Seabound, Lucy picked up enginering in a way to honor her memory. Skill wise she's a bit bellow Jay's lvl (in order; Nya, P.I.X.A.L, Jay, Lucy)

Nicknames Lucy calls Nya - Sis, Gal, Raindrop, Master of Rage, Tsunyami, Partner in Crime

Nicknames Nya calls Lucy - Lulu, Luz (Nya isn't the best at nicknames)

Their ship/duo name is called Refraction is because refreaction is what causes a rainbow through light passing through water and the different light colours being seperated

Fluoresent (Lucy + Cole)

They're in a QPR. Before anyone knew Cole and Lucy's sexualities everyone thought they were a couple.

Remember the deal Lucy and Nya made before the Tournement of Elements? Well Lucy kept up her end of the deal by dragging Cole to Ninjago's best bakery and having him pick out whatever baked delights he desires (this is what sparked the public to beleive they were a couple).

Team Mom and Dad respectivly. Lucy helped Cole look after baby Wu using her experience as the family babysitter (Cole still did most of the raising because Lucy wasn't stranded in the First Realm)

Lucy can bake. She bribes Cole with muffins

Lucy and Cole help plan Jay and Nya's dates and eventuall wedding. Best man and cheif bridesmaid respectivly.

Both are very heavy sleepers and not morning people.

Nicknames Lucy calls Cole - Rocky, Smokey

Nicknames Cole calls Lucy - Sunshine, Sugur, Nighlight, Queen of Rats

Their ship/duo name is called Fluorescent because that's what you call glowing rocks and minerals

In honor of Valentines Day, feel free to reblog this post with stuff about your oc and their relationships ^^ 

Doesn’t have to just be romantic either :D 

[reddpenn]

It’s me again!  I got a shortwave UV light for Christmas, and I finally got to check my rock collection for fluorescence!  Some rocks I knew ahead of time would be fluorescent, some rocks completely surprised me, and some looked cooler than I ever possibly could imagine.  I wanted to show them off, but man, photography’s hard in the dark!  But after much playing around with long exposures (and getting a lot of very blurry photographs), I can finally say this:  who wants to see my fluorescent rocks?!

Let’s start with some banded fluorite!

Fluorite’s the OG fluorescent rock.  It’s so famous for its fluorescence that that’s why the phenomenon is called fluorescence, from the words fluorspar (another name for fluorite) and -essence (state of being).  So fluorescence just means: “being like fluorite!”  Right away I knew some of my fluorite was going to fluoresce!  The zoning (different layers of colors) in this banded fluorite is doing some surprising things, though.

Look at that!  Only a few bands of color are fluorescing: those thin blue-green stripes at the top, and the dark, honey yellow at the bottom.  Surprisingly, the place that’s fluorescing brightest is that stripe that looks like a very dull, dark brown under natural light.  But look at the bright yellow-white it becomes!  Under shortwave UV light, I can even see extra zoning bands that weren’t visible to the naked eye!

Let’s test the rest of my fluorite!  You might remember my incredibly cool chunk of fluorite from Rogerley Mine.  The fluorite of this mine is famous for its daylight fluorescence, meaning it reacts so strongly to UV light that it’ll change color even in regular sunlight!  Here’s what that looks like, by the way.

In sunlight, this piece turns a dark blue.  But look what it does under an intense UV light!  All the translucent crystals turn suddenly opaque, and the entire rock glows a vivid, saturated purple-blue!  This is what I think of when I think fluorescence!

These itty bitty pink crystals are spinel!  Naturally occurring spinel fluoresces under longwave UV light, but these little crystals were grown in a lab.  Lab grown spinel reacts brightly to shortwave UV light, like the one I’m using.  It’s one of the easiest ways to tell them apart.  These lab grown spinel glow an amazingly bright hot pink!

Here are some of the pebbles from my Big Bowl of Gravel.  Shining my UV light around in there revealed a ton of sodalite, a rock which is blue and white under natural light.  But with my UV light shining on them, they fluoresce pink and orange!  Sodalite is another mineral famous for its fluorescence, so I suspected I’d find these little guys glowing.

A rock often confused with sodalite is lapis lazuli, but you can easily tell the difference by looking for little flecks of pyrite.  Lapis lazuli has them, and sodalite doesn’t!  But these two rocks even fluoresce similarly.  My piece of lapis lazuli glows with stripes of neon orange, but lapis can glow white or pink too.

Here’s a rock I didn’t expect to glow!  Fordite is a manmade gemstone, made from the buildup of layers upon layers of paint on car production lines.  It’s a way of recycling human garbage and industrial waste into something beautiful, and it’s one of my favorite manmade rocks.  But this piece must contain some layers of fluorescent paint, because check this out!

Just like in my banded fluorite, there are layers of paint here that weren’t visible to the naked eye.  Some (but not all) of the black paint is turning a turquoise green, and the yellow is suddenly full of bright strips of light yellow and dark orange.  Some of the white glows, too!  I probably should have expected this, since manmade paints and plastics fluoresce all the time.  Some of my figurines and funko pops have fluorescent paint on them too!

Oh man, this one is amazing!  This is septarian, a type of fossilized mud or clay.  Growing in the cracks in the mud are dark crystals of aragonite and yellowish crystals of calcite.  The dark lines of aragonite in this piece are fluorescing a dull orange, and some of the calcite is glowing a pale greenish yellow, fading to blue at the edges.  But did you notice the super cool thing happening here?

Even though it all appears the same color under normal light, some of that calcite isn’t fluorescing.  You know what?  I think that innermost layer isn’t calcite at all, but barite!  Barite in septarian nodules is usually pretty white or clear, but this big barite layer was similar enough to the yellow of the calcite that I didn’t even notice it until I saw it under UV light.  Welcome to the family, barite!  It’s so cool to find new secrets hiding in my old rocks!

Actually, fossils in general are pretty likely to fluoresce.  Here’s my petoskey stone, which fluoresces a pale whitish yellow.  The color is so subtle in person that I passed over this stone several times before realizing it was fluorescing, but it’s super obvious once you compare the pictures!  I wonder what caused that pattern of non-fluorescent spots?  Was it the way the rock formed, or did some of the fluorescent minerals get removed when the rock was polished?  Either way, what a neat effect!

And as usual, I’ve saved the best for last…

This is amber.

And this is also amber!  The bright blue rock with the best fluorescence of all! 

This dark, red-orange rock turns super amazingly bright robin’s egg blue under UV light!!  (It can be yellow-green, too.)  The reaction is so bright and vivid in almost all specimens of amber that it’s one of the best ways to tell it apart from imposter gemstones like copal or manmade resin.  There are even some types of amber that exhibit daylight fluorescence, just like my Rogerley Mine fluorite.  Look at those swirls and patterns of light and dark blues!  The way it highlights the bubbles trapped inside!  How the rock goes from dark and translucent to bright and opaque!  Amber is absolutely beautiful.

Those are all my fluorescent rocks!  I’ve only tested them with a shortwave UV flashlight, so even more of my rocks may fluoresce with a longwave light or simply a more powerful light with better filters!  Some of my other rocks surprised me with cool features like tiny, impossible to photograph flecks of fluorescent inclusions.  From now on, I’ll be on the lookout for even more amazing, glow-in-the-dark fluorescent rocks!

(You can see more of my rocks over here!)

[mariikono]