#i found some nice quartz here

[metamorphosedsapphic]

year 2, semester 4, metamorphic petrology field trip

it's a good thing I love walking. Otherwise I'd hate this more than anything.

36°C heat, with only the sun and ourselves to keep us company, we started walking up a slope toward the large marble quarry that Penteli is known for. Same marble that built the great monuments of ancient Athens, of course. On the way up we stop to look at a good outcrop of (ortho)gneiss from a metamorphosed granite, a sample of which is here on the left, rich in mica and thinly banded and sparklier than the night sky, metamorphic petrology has so cooked us that we all saw it's green and schistose and called it greenschist, lol.

Greenschist we did find further up the path, though it's mixed with marble, and we got told the (newfound) bit of geology wisdom that, actually, that term is pretty much useless due to the sheer amount of protoliths that can spawn it rendering the term kind of too vague. So this is actually a basaltic intrusion, metamorphosed to the greenschist phase (thus a "metabasalt"), turned schistose due to stresses, and bundled together with some nice white marbles, that metamorphosed alongside them.

The views in and from that quarry are beautiful, if only Mt. Penteli wasn't literally the most fertile ground for fires it'd be greener.

The metabasalt intrusions ultimately ruin the market value of the marble, so the quarry was abandoned. A student doing her dissertation, however, told us about its metamorphosis. The highest temperature reached was 350°C at 6-8 kbars, very close to the blueschist fascies and so in one sample they even found blueschist minerals like glaucophane. Greece is today where the ancient Tethys ocean once laid, and many terranes were subducted into forming the landmass of today.

We then went on a 5km hike up Mt. Penteli on a quest to see the general geology of the area. Essentially (and reductively,) the mountain is like a large anticline fold or an upside down U, with orthogneiss as the lowermost layer and strata of marbles and metapelite schist above. Of course, it's more complicated. Faults and folds have made the anticline nigh unrecognisable, the metapelites vary wildly in schistosity and they often mix with the marbles to form the sparkliest rock you'll ever see, a metamorphosed marl, and the basalt intrusions from earlier show up either schistose or massive or granular, along with dikes of quartz and calcite, and interspersed are pockets of more gneiss.

The climb to the (almost) top was beautiful, although doing it by foot at this weather sucked. The sun blazed unwaveringly and the view was stunning.

[chara-cat5]

lads isekai au ch 16

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mia pouted from her place at your table, a mug of black tea in her hands. she was rather grumpy from her lack of sleep, and you could tell it was also partly embarrassment from her sobbing. you gave nothing away, sipping your own mug of tea before speaking up.

"about this potion, i'll need time to gather the materials and you'll need to fully grasp the consequences before i give you anything."

mia immediately perked up, gazing at you with wide eyes.

"wait, really? you shut me down every time i mentioned it before..."

"that was because i was still skeptical. magic shouldn't be used willy nilly on every issue."

you put down your mug, walking to your bookshelf.

"people always want magic to fix their problems, nice and easy, but sometimes a better option is available... for you, your second best, non-magic option won't exist till the 1900s."

"what-"

"anyway, i'm no longer skeptical and thats whats important."

you picked out a book, plopping the old leather bound thing on your table. mia glanced between you and the book, chewing at her lip.

"okay... then i guess that leaves the question of ingredients and consequences."

you nodded, flipping through the book till you found the potion, skimming through it quickly.

"i have most of these, but we'll have to forage more of one or two. we'll have to buy this one and... got some hair you aren't attached to?"

she made a face, scrunching up her nose.

"i would say i'm attached to all my hair, yes."

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it had been a while since you had been in a village. most people didn't show much kindness to a 'witch'. you walked next to mia, the hood of your cloak covering some of your face. mia seemed unbothered, looking around the marketplace curiously. you let out a soft sound when she grabbed your hand and tugged you suddenly toward a table. she beamed widely as she picked up a bracelet of braided threads.

"isn't this cute?"

you hummed, looking at it for a beat before looking to the store owner, a young girl who looked like she was around 14 years old. she were already watching you closely, a mix of fear and mistrust in her eyes as she gazed at you. right, witch.

"how much for this ma'am."

she startled at your voice, glancing between the bracelet and your face.

"oh- no you don't have to buy it-"

"how much is it?"

the store owner hesitated before giving a price in a soft voice. you handed over the coins, stepping away from the table without waiting for mia. mia rushed to follow you, glancing between the bracelet and your face.

"you really didn't have to get it for me. i was just looking."

"i don't mind. like i said, i rarely come here. i have little use for the coin i end up with."

it was payments from past customers, ones you took because it was all they could give. it wasn't a huge deal, you assumed correctly that it would come in use at some point.

"anyway, we are looking for a gem salesman. keep your eyes out for a table, alright?"

she nodded, humming softly as she looked around. she did slip her hand into yours, squeezing it.

"got it. and thank you, by the way. not only for the bracelet but... everything else too."

you smiled, your eyes gentle as you looked to her. you squeezed her hand, shaking your head.

"you're welcome. it really isn't an issue though."

the two of you walked and chatted quietly a while longer before finally finding a stand selling gemstones. you looked among them, ignoring the older store owner's gaze as she watched you. mia stepped closed to you, resting her cheek against your shoulder to look at what you were looking at. you couldn't tell if it was just her kind and touchy nature or to challenge the judgmental gazes that followed your form. you just squeezed her hand, reaching out to pick up a rose quartz. you studied the cut for a moment, running a thumb over the jagged edge.

"how much?"

"150 gold pieces."

before you could even reach for your gold, mia placed her hand over yours. you watched as she pointed to the note next to where the gemstone had sat.

"that says 98, not 150."

the old woman narrowed her eyes, shifting in her seat.

"that sign if for normal folk, not this witch. they know their place, girly."

mia's face shifted toward anger, but your gentle voice drew her attention.

"mia, this is just how it is. it's okay. you don't need to fight for me."

"i do if you won't fight for yourself. this isn't right. it isn't fair."

you winced as she raised her voice, several others looking towards the three of you.

"mia, don't. just let me buy this, okay? please?"

she clenched her jaw as you brought out your coin pouch, handing off the coins. the old lady snatched them up, glaring at the two of you as you dragged mia away. you didn't say a thing till you had left the village.

"mia, somethings are just how they are and you can't do anything."

"thats just wrong! they can't treat you like that."

"they can, because i don't care."

you stopped once the trees blocked the village, pulling out a bottled potion. you uncorked it and held it out to her, nodding your head.

"take a sip of this. i don't want to be followed."

she huffed, but did as you said, handing it back after. you held her hand as you took your own sip, both your forms disappearing from view.

"wha- is this an... invisibility potion?"

you nodded before remember she couldn't see you. you let out a sigh, leading the way back to your cabin.

"it is. i take it every time i walk home. just in case someone with ill will wants to follow me."

a long stretch of silence followed before she spoke again, tightening her grip on your hand.

"... do you really deal with so much hate from everyone?"

you sighed, knowing you failed to fully change the subject.

"it's not that bad. i live out here alone. the only people who search for me want something and then leave. it's enough for me. i don't need endless love from everyone. they can hate all they want."

"but that lady charged you way too much! and then your scared people will follow you home too?"

"i can handle any threat, mia. i have spells, potions and my own skill with a weapon. i have no doubts i can handle myself, this is merely to lower the effort needed."

you rubbed your thumb over the back of her hand, letting your gaze take in the woods around you.

"as for the over charging, it's nothing i can't pay. i have no other use for the gold i get, so it doesn't bother me."

she huffed, seeming to gather her thoughts before speaking again.

"if you don't have a use for the gold, why do you accept it as payment?"

"... it's all they have to give. if they don't have even that, i just ask them to do a few chores around the house. if they really need help, i can't just send them away."

your cottage came into view and you let go of her hand, stepping inside.

"... you really are a kind person. i wish other people understood that."

you looked to where her voice came from, her form slowly reappearing. she smiled sweetly at you, making your face warm up.

"i don't need other people to understand me... you're enough for me."

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hey loves!!

heres another chapter

promise that after next chapter, we'll go back to our normally scheduled boys. episode 17 is still this, but at least half of 18 will be with sylus.

i don't know if this is annoying, but i'm worried it is, please don't leave. 😖

thank you for reading!!

-chara <3

[pennotfound]

Inspired by the art @kurolishitpost created by my strawpage request (find it here - it's absolutely beautiful):

(and a little - a lot - self-indulgent mention of something I sent to the PO Box a couple months ago)

one and a half inches

One day or day one.

George sits in his office, holding the small blue post-it in one hand and his new fidget pen in the other. He knows he should open up his editing software, but he somehow can’t bring himself to do it yet.

This week has… well, it's been a lot.

Dream knocks on his door and comes in before George has a chance to reply. He silently pulls up a chair even though it looks uncomfortable, and softly says "I know you're avoiding twitter right now but I want to show you something".

George rolls his eyes and says "I haven't been completely avoiding it, but," he sighs, "what is it?"

Dream sets his phone on George's desk face up and slides it in George's direction. George leans forward, his back creaking a little from either age or disuse, taps on the screen...

And smiles.

There, in muted pastel hues that he can't see but can feel, is art of him with a life-sized version of his rose quartz elephant. A tear collects in the corner of his eye and he lets it fall, streaking down his nose and plopping onto his desk with a tiny splash.

"One and a half inches," Dream whispers, his voice oddly reassuring.

George smiles as he uses his finger and thumb to zoom in on the art, to capture every detail. "More like three and a half metres," he teases, his chest feeling a little lighter for the first time all week.

"New fidget toy?" Dream gestures towards George's other hand and the pen he forgot was there.

"Yeah," George stops spinning it for a moment and lets it rest in his palm. "I got it in the PO box. From that pennotfound person from my streams. Turns out she's this older lady who got into our content because of her kid."

"Huh, that's cool."

"Yeah," George rolls the pen between his fingers. "She sent this really nice letter. Said that her favorite vid was the chunks disappearing one."

"One of my favorites too," Dream adds. "We had fun with that one."

"We did," George muses, "Anyway, she said some stuff about how she loves our friendship and she hopes we cherish it, which... well obviously."

"Really?"

"Yeah, really," George quirks a smile and gives him a little nudge. "Oh, and it came with two pens. She said I could give one to you, or keep the other as a spare, in case it's -"

"-not found?" Dream finishes with a little chuckle.

"Yeah," George laughs.

"So," Dream shifts in his seat, "you don't need to share the other one with me but -"

"No, I want to," George opens the drawer in his desk and pulls out a small white box stuffed with blue and green striped tissue paper. "Here."

Dream pulls the tissue out and carefully unwraps the second fidget pen. He holds it between his thumb and finger, then uses his pinky to give it a little spin.

“Thanks," Dream says, looking up at George with gratitude. “I mean it,”

“‘S no big deal," George shrugs, even if his heart tells a different story.

“So…” Dream says after a long pause that's filled only with the soft whirs of twin fidget pens. “I meant to tell you, I'm sorry about that comment I made in my space. About you sitting on all those videos.”

“‘S okay,” George repeats, his new mantra lately. Because everything is ok. For the most part. “I know you didn't mean it in a malicious way. And I know it's probably frustrating to you that I'm not doing anything.”

“Hey,” he scoots closer, then rests his hand on George's arm – a gesture of comfort that George hasn't felt in months. “If there's anything I can do –”

George opens his mouth but Dream smiles and plows ahead, "short of editing your videos for you. Just let me know, okay?”

George sighs, but smiles anyway. He spins his fidget pen some more, turns to look at the rose quartz elephants on his shelf, and back at the art on his desk.

“Actually,” he looks at Dream for a moment, hesitant, “Could you just sit here with me? I mean, I know you probably have plans with your girlfriend but –”

“No, it's ok,” Dream gives his arm a pat, letting the touch linger a bit. “This is important. You're important.”

George smiles again. “Thank you.”

“No problem,” Dream pulls his hand away, then reaches for the stack of blue post-its on George's desk. “Hey, this pen, does it actually work?”

“Yeah, you just twist the tip a little. Why?”

“You'll see,” Dream twists the pen, then turns away from George to write something on his knee.

After several seconds, George hears the sound of a post-it being pulled off the stack, and Dream slaps it into the desk right in front of George.

He smiles. Tries not to cry. Laughs a little.

“The journey of a hundred miles begins with one and a half inches”

“Thanks,” George says wetly, swiping the back of his hand across his eyes. “Idiot.”

“Hey, if it helps, then mission accomplished.”

“It does,” George chuckles a little, then sets down his own fidget pen and wiggles his mouse to bring his long-dormant computer to life. He looks at Dream again. His best friend. His ride or die. His soulmate. Forever.

“One and a half inches at a time?”

“One and a half inches at a time,* Dream repeats, “and I'm here for you, for all of it.”

[shadyufo]

It's been a while since I posted some creek finds! A LOT of really neat little treasures have washed up recently. Here are a few of them!

On this plate of creek finds we have 5 and 1/2 cow teeth, a goat or sheep tooth, opossum tooth, rabbit tooth, an old button, probably my favorite brachiopod fossil I've ever found (it's solid white quartz!!), some really exceptional crinoid fossils, first gastropod fossil I've ever found down there, loads of other rad fossils, some tumbled pieces of soda bottles from the late 1800s or very early 1900s, a piece of an old crock butter churn, lots of other neat tumbled glass and pottery pieces, some nice quartz crystals, a 25 year old plastic toy from Burger King lol, and maybe my favorite piece on the plate—a bisque porcelain duck head from an old figurine.

Amidst all of these awesome treasures there is also a special secret find—

It's another nice little chunk of creek-tumbled uranium glass! Looks like part of an old candy dish.

[froggibus]

Rose Quartz - Venture

Pairing: Venture x gn! reader

Genre: fluff, bit of crack, one droplet of angst

Word Count: 1.4k

Summary: in which Venture wants to confess their feelings for you, but keeps giving you rocks instead

CW: awkwardness, crushes, kind of unrequited love, mentions of crystals/rocks and their meanings, Venture avoiding their feelings, one (1) argument, aggressive kissing, reader calls Venture "nerd", NOT PROOFREAD

NEW BANNERS!!! IM SO EXCITED!! ive been wanting a more cohesive graphic for my posts rather than just reusing gifs, so I made these and I adore them!! first time writing about Venture and tbh it's a little juvenile but it kinda works with the theme. they're so adorable and i absolutely love them ^.^ (also happy canadian moment that they gave us an interesting canadian hero finally lol)

“Hey! Y/n! Wait up!” Heavy boots trail after Sloan’s voice, prompting you to turn around. 

“What’s up?”

They give you a toothy grin, holding up a hand to pause while they catch their breath. It’s a hot day in Petra, nearly scorching with all of the gear you have on just to enter the dig site. Even standing in the sun is enough to have you panting and sweaty. 

Sloan releases one last heavy breath and closes the last few steps between the two of you. “I, uh, I wanted to talk to you about something.”

They’re so close you can see the sweat shimmering across their brow, smelling that familiar earthy scent of theirs that you’ve thought about for weeks now. The sun beats down overhead and you’re sure they must be boiling under their safety equipment. 

You cock your head to the side, “what is it?”

“I just—I’ve been thinking for a while, you know? And I really thought that maybe—is it really hot out here? I’m really hot.”

You nod in agreement, cupping your hands around your eyes to block out the sun. You were just on your way back to the shuttle to your hotel room when they caught you, and you have little interest in staying in this heat. 

“I should probably get going,” you admit, “it’s boiling and I need to eat.”

Sloan agrees all too quickly. “Yeah, yeah. I—I just wanted to know,” they loose a sigh, “do you want this rock?”

You’re taken aback for only a moment as they reach out a sweaty palm with a jagged pink crystal no bigger than a dollar coin. You reach out and grab it, your fingertips brushing their hand as you do. Sloan doesn’t miss the way you shiver from the contact. 

“It’s pretty, what is it?”

Sloan scratches the back of their neck. “It’s rose quartz, I just thought you might find it pretty or something…”

“It’s beautiful, thank you.” You tuck the rock into your pocket. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Yeah…see you tomorrow.”

Sloan watches as you spin on your heel and slowly disappear into the horizon. As soon as you’re out of eyesight, they let themselves sigh in disappointment and drop to their knees. 

Confessing is much harder than they thought it would be. 

—

You hold the rose quartz the whole shuttle ride to the hotel, rolling the cold stone across your aching palms. It really is a beautiful stone, even if it serves as a physical reminder of your own disappointment. 

You thought, just for a moment, that they might feel the same way as you. That they were going to ask you on a date, at least. But you’ve thought that the past few weeks, and it’s only bred chagrin. 

The cold air of your hotel room doesn’t feel nearly as nice as it should. Your skin still feels sticky, a layer of dust stuck to the sweat from the sweltering sun you spent the day under. But it’s not the sweat or the dust that has you feeling withdrawn—it’s the sight of the stones lining your night table. 

You place the rose quartz at the end of a line of eight stones, admiring them all together. It’s a beautiful array of clear, pink and green stones. Some are smooth—like they’ve already been tumbled—and others are jagged, found raw and expertly cut from the rock they once formed in. 

Your favourite, given to you just a few days ago, was a raw piece of rhodochrosite. Sloan had a big grin when they gave it to you, the stone warm from them holding it in their palm for so long.

You roll the stone in your palm for only a moment before ordering your usual room service, shrugging off your clothes and going to take a shower. The cold water feels amazing on your skin, washing the heat and shame of the day down the drain. For the time you’re in the shower, you hardly even think about Sloan or the collection of rocks starting to accumulate. 

You only get out when your phone buzzes with the usual courtesy notification letting you know the room service cart is on its way up to you. The air conditioning feels much better after showering, chilling the bite of your skin. You dress quickly in pyjamas and get to the door just in time to let in the kind lady with your dinner.

It’s the same woman as the last few nights—an older lady with a dazzling smile that she flashes at you as she crosses the threshold into your room.

“Same as usual?” She prompts while she lays out the dishes on the small table in the corner.

“You know it.”

She finishes laying out your spread, the delicious scent nearly making your mouth water, before grabbing the cart and starting to back out of the room. She pauses just as she gets past your nightstand, her eyes flicking over the array of stones.

“Well, aren’t those pretty.” You smile in agreement, “they are, aren’t they?”

“Lots of love stones,” she says. “Were they gifted to you?”

“Love stones?”

“Yes,” she nods, “like rose quartz, and rhodochrosite. They represent love in certain practices.”

The information is like a slap in the face, leaving you so dazed that you forget to thank the woman as she leaves your room. Love stones? Why would Sloan be giving you love stones?

You’re near frantic as you collect all of the stones into your hand, forgetting your shoes as you burst out of your hotel room and storm down the hall to Sloan’s. You’re not sure if they’re even back from the site yet, or what you’ll say to them when you get to their room—all you’re sure of is that you want to know why they gave you the stones. The real reason.

Sloan is utterly confused when they open their door to see you there, hair wet and dressed in pyjamas with no shoes, holding out a handful of rocks. “Hi?”

“Why did you give these to me?”

Sloan swallows, dark eyes examining the stones clutched in your palm. “I just thought you’d like them.” A lie, a complete and utter lie.

They curse themselves for being such a coward and not confessing sooner—but you’re just so cute, and they like you so much, and they felt so damn awkward trying to tell you they liked you. Except now, with you standing so close to them, water dripping from your hair and rendering your pyjama top near see-thru, they feel much more awkward.

“Just because you thought I’d like them?” You’re breathing hard, eyebrows knit together in confusion, “or because they’re apparently ‘love stones’, whatever that means.”

From the way their mouth hangs open, you know you’ve caught them.

“Listen, I—I—”

You cut them off, “did you know what the meanings were when you gave them to me?”

“Yes,” they sigh defeatedly. “But I thought you knew!”

“Of course I didn’t know!”

Sloan peers down the hall, hoping no one is around to hear your rising voices. “Why don’t you come in?”

“Why? So you can keep leading me in circles, so I can keep wondering why you don’t feel the same way as I do?” The words come out before you can stop them, even the hand you clamp over your mouth doing nothing to keep them in.

Sloan’s shoulders sag. “I wasn’t leading you in circles.”

“Weren’t you?” You shake your head, turning away from them. “You just wanted to hide behind a bunch of rocks forever.”

“Y/n, wait!”

You shake your head, starting to walk away. You don’t get far, as Sloan grabs your shoulder and spins you to face them. You have no time to react as they grab the back of your head and shove your face into theirs.

The second their lips meet yours, all of the built up disappointment from the past few weeks melts away. You relax into their touch, letting their calloused fingers tangle in your hair. They taste citrusy, over just a hint of salt, and electrify you like a shot of tequila.

You pull away breathlessly, looking at them over your lashes. They’re smirking like an idiot, eyes practically sparkling.

“Still think I’m leading you in circles?”

You rest your hand on their waist, pulling them back to you in desperation. “Shut up and kiss me again, nerd.”

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[missmyloko]

What's In a Pocchiri? Part 19

On The Eleventh Day of Fun I present... another pocchiri! Unlike the last one, this one is still owned by an active okiya, so let's dive in!

Image courtesy of Exciting Japan. Materials: Silver, Quartz, Carnelian, Jade, Pearl, and Rhodochrosite Motif(s): Flowers and Leaves Owned By: Masamiya (雅美家) in Pontocho This is one stand out pocchiri! Not only does it feature a very large carving, which is uncommon, but it also has imported materials, which is rare! The base itself is silver, with the leaves in the middle, the flower petals along the bottom, and the leaves under the pearls to the side also being made of silver. The centers of the flowers along the bottom are carnelian, a stone whose hues can range from red to orange to yellow. There's also a singular carnelian bead in the top center of the piece. On top of that lone carnelian bead at the top is a rectangular piece of jade. Jade has long since held importance in Asian cultures, especially Japan, for millennia, and provides a nice contrast to the carnelian. To the right of the jade sits a cluster of pearls, which have been farmed off the coast of Japan longer than jade has been mined, making them prized for trading and decoration since before written history. On the left we have the massive carving of a rose! It's made from some type of quartz, likely a white quartz, and is very chic. Rose motifs were in vogue during the Taisho Period (1912 - 1926) and it's possible that this is where the craftsperson who made it drew inspiration from. It's also possible that the rose was originally a singular pocchiri on its own and then dismantled and added onto in order to make a larger, more modern pocchiri. Finally, the last stone is imported from outside of Japan and is extremely unusual in pocchiri: rhodochrosite. This stone isn't found much in fine jewelry as it's not clear or bright like popular stones, but rather has striations throughout that alternate between pink and white. It's added into this piece to look like a leaf. Here we can see it being worn on maiko Hidemio (秀澪):

Image courtesy of Diabolos.

[justanotherbirdbrain-blog]

Writing about Mines in your Fictional Universe: A Geology Introduction

Hello! I'm Bird, and I am here to guide you on a journey about different mines that exist, what materials are being mined, what those materials might be mined for, and what rocks/what processes might make these areas mineable. I will also touch briefly on the idea of gem quality, the commonness of the material, and what these things might look like fresh out of the dirt!

First things first, lets talk about the what types of things we might want to mine for in a fictional universe! There are a lot of things that are used daily that require mining, but there are a few that I see written about the most: Gold, Gemstones, Iron, and Coal. I personally would love to see this idea expanded on a bit, so lets talk about some mines that would definitely be necessary but overlooked! First one is pretty easy, glass! those beautiful stained glass windows are useless if no one is mining quartz to be made to glass, and I imagine it would be quite a profitable business seeing as glass, in general, was a luxury in ye olden times. The next thing we need to address is Abrasives! want to sand and polish stone and metal? Want to sharpen your blades for battle? May I introduce you to abrasive minerals! garnet, corundum (Ruby and Sapphire), and yes, diamond! Why are we using such beautiful gemstones to polish other things? Simple, even if you are to find a deposit of these gemstones (garnet being one of the more common ones) most of the time they are inclusion rich, ridiculously small, an undesirable color, or all three of these.

Finding gemstones that are good quality is hard, your character will not stumble upon it, pick up the rock and immediately know if the location is good enough to mine gemstones. If you are determined to make it a gemstone mine, have your character hold the mineral up to the sun/a light source and let them be able to see light coming through, though it is considerably thick.

Moving into metal mining! Metal mining is both easier and more complicated to write! Why is it complicated? Because unless it is gold or silver you are unlikely to see the desired metal itself. Why is it easy? welllll, I am going to try to make it easy. First things first, a lot of metals are chromaphores, this means that when the element is present, it will influence the color! Copper is an excellent example of this, old pennies oxidize and turn blue/teal/green, so do most rocks bearing copper! Looking for iron? It will probably stain the rocks dingy and brownish red. Things to note: copper and iron can be found in mineable amounts together! If you do this, iron will be present in the form of pyrite, or fool's gold, this has a nice cubic shape and can be described as such, the copper will typically leave a teal residue or veining across the rock, which in this case will almost exclusively be black to dark gray (Its basalt) but it can be found as the mineral chalcopyrite also (looks like fool's gold but it doesn't make cute crystals). Malachite is also a copper ore, in my experience I have never seen malachite from a mine that has looked like some of the stuff I have seen in gem shops, azurite (A darker blue mineral) can be present also, but again, these are usually very fine grained and would not be able to be used as jewelry, but obviously, in some places it must happen, just much less frequently.

Another thing I will briefly mention is that, if you are writing about metals remember that these metals will require a smelting process to extract a pure metal, this usually requires some other material (For iron, it is charcoal). Also remember alloys! Most useable metals are a mix of different metals to make them harder. This even includes gold jewelry. Last comment about metals, a very interesting plot for a fictional universe would be the use of lead. Lead ore was a hot commodity before we knew it was toxic, the side effects (Being nuts) could really create some tension.

Lastly in terms of mined material, I will briefly mention coal and stone in general just to say, coal is a sedimentary rock, distinctly different from the typical environments necessary to form most gemstones and heavy metal deposits (Yes, there are exceptions). Coal is dark black/gray, which is quite uncommon for sedimentary rocks which tend to range from reds/tans/browns/grays. When coal is lifted it will feel much lighter than you anticipate, which is the polar opposite of what happens when you lift a metal rich rock, which will feel immensely heavy. Finally, Coal will not turn into diamonds in nature, diamonds need mantle pressures and temperatures to form, there will be no diamonds under a coal mine unless there was a mantle derived eruption that got covered in a swamp, that became coal and as they dug they exposed the kimberlite pipe (I mention this because I just read this in a story and it hurt my feelings). Finally, If you want to write about a mine that is definitely necessary but want the content to be pretty low-maintenance, but profitable for whoever owns it, owning a granite/marble/ or really any desirable stone quarry would be perfect.

Now I will move onto what kind of mining exists today, I will not talk about every exclusive mine, but I will talk about ones that are common that are on my radar. First up, the one everyone talks about in books, underground mining. Underground mining is used when you are getting the material from the 'primary'/original source. The rock is rich in copper? Lets mine said rock. However, mining underground is the most dangerous form of mining, there can easily be a lack of oxygen because of insufficient ventilation (That's why people will carry something with an open flame when going into abandoned mines; if the flame goes out there is not enough oxygen and you have to turn back). There can also be lots of collapses due to overhead rocks, enough said. Cave mining is primarily done when the amount of rock above the deposit is too great to strip mine.

Now lets talk about strip mining! Strip mining is when you just mine on the surface, and dig deeper and deeper into the ground to obtain your desired resource whether it be stone, coal, gemstones, or anything else. It truly is less glamorous, but it is safer than digging a tunnel. That said it has its own issues, sure the oxygen is good, and you don't have to worry about the rocks collapsing over your head, but oh wait, the rocks can collapse over your head. Landslides can occur due to the over steepening of sides, excessive rainfall, and most importantly, old faults or planes of weakness that happen to be facing towards the mine (the diagram will help this make sense). Both of these types of mines can also create ecological damage, which can be mitigated nowadays, but then maybe not so much. Namely acid mine drainage, I will not talk much on the effects but a quick google search will give you plenty of information that might be useful for writing.

Now both of these are trying to mine a targeted rock, but sometimes its best to let nature do the work so we can do less. Diamonds, gold, corundum (rubies/sapphires), and garnets all have one thing in common. They are dense! So when erosion happens, and that sediment makes its way into a river, everything will separate based on its density. This is just because faster moving water can hold heavier sediments, and slower moving water will drop those heavy sediments leaving only the lighter sediments within the water. Lots of places that mine the things listed above will pan/sieve in active rivers and streams, or they can surface mine where rivers and streams used to be! These are called placer deposits. There is one setback though, the gemstones will not be perfect crystal shaped, they will be rounded due to being thrown around in a river (like beach glass). These are sapphires, but they have been rounded over time in the river.

Final thoughts, writing about a mine can seem nerve-racking, intimidating, or just something that you want to briefly mention and move on from, but truly I think going into the weeds could really add something to a story! Even if stories are slightly inaccurate about information, I am still 100x more excited to see it mentioned in more detail than to see it as a sentence. Besides it is fantasy, it doesn't always have to be exactly like earth.

[paganravennest]

Altar Envy

When I first got started with witchcraft and Wica, I was living in the college dorms. I could not light candles or incense, and I had very little space and even less money. My very first altar was an overturned box with a fat quarter of black fabric as an altar cloth that I had gotten on discount at Walmart. It had a piece of quartz and a feather that I had found, a cup of water, and a flick lighter on it to represent the elements. My first pentacle was made out of air-dry clay (that I had also got on clearance at Walmart) and very small. When I started working with deities, I printed small pictures of them out and laid them on there, any offerings I made was usually just water, dandelions or other weed like flowers I had picked, as well as pretty fallen leaves or pinecones.

When I moved out of the dorms and into my first apartment I had a bit more room, but still no money. I was finally able to buy cheap tealight candles and occasionally incense. My altar went from one over turned box to two (still using fat quarters for altar cloths, a leaf print one of the God and a star print one for the Goddess). When my mom went on vacation I'd ask for seashells or cool stones. I also at this time acquired a nice piece of Selenite and a wood burned pentacle with some birthday money and found a small stick with attached pinecones that looked like male genitalia (and I still have these!).

I would see people's gorgeous altar pictures and feel inadequate and also a little jealous. I didn't let these feelings stop me though. I kept practicing and kept finding, making, thrifting, and using birthday money to buy tools, altar decorations, and books.

I have been at it for 15 years now and recently just realized that I now have one of those altars I used to be envious of. I also have an expansive personal library. Some of my witch sisters who are newer to the Craft express a similar feeling of inadequateness and sadness to me that I felt when they see pictures of mine and other's altars. I tell them what I'm writing on here now and it seems to help so I figured I'd share it with others.

It's not the bits and baubles that make the witch. They are pretty and nice, but not needed. I was journeying and crafting successful spells long before I had my current set-up. My first home protection jar was a cleaned out pasta sauce jar and I sealed it with duct tape and drew a pentacle on top with a sharpie, and it worked great!

Even though we don't need the bits and baubles they are nice and something many of us find does augment our practice. I think though that those of us who want these things will gradually acquire them over time. Witches seem to be natural collectors and we often are very crafty, great at thrifting, and seem to have an uncanny luck with finding or being gifted just the perfect thing.

Don't despair and don't give up. Just keep learning and practicing and if one day you hope to have an elaborate picture-perfect altar or work space, know that it will most likely happen, it will just take time and patience.

[bonefall]

Never done an ask before, so this is interesting. Anyways, I decided to try my hand at translating some of my OCs into Clanmew! Forewarning, I was doing this while playing COD with my siblings, and had some trouble with translating!

FlintShadow - Swarfyfwasha; I couldn't find flint, so I went with this.

BadgerHeart - Pihabababun: I also couldn't find badger, so I don't know if I'm just bad at using google sheets, or... But I think this name is fun to pronounce even though he's evil. Really funny.

BristleStrike - Bachkubo: I almost went with Marrl for his prefix instead, but I didn't want it to be so negative.

ChestnutScar - Konchyach: I just couldn't find most of the prefixes, though that could've just been my inexperience. I also kinda like how this one's pronounced, too.

FoxFang - Aowaoki: I find this one is pretty cute sounding.

OakThistle - Byochkegkep: He's got a mouthful of a name! Really like it, though. I went pretty generic with the Thistle part, since I didn't know the connotations or much about the specific plants and didn't have time between COD matches to do so. Sorry.

BuzzardStrike - Yassgakubo: this guy is BristleStrike's, ChestnutScar's and OakThistle's father. Not very nice, either.

StarlingFrost - Kaawiachiki: This is the main girl, younger half-sister to FlintShadow and BadgerHeart. She's also lesbian, so that's great. Actually, LeopardStep is her mate.

LeopardStep - Saorpappap: I figure there's a better word for 'Step', but it's late where I'm from and I have school tomorrow. It's also really cute, but it doesn't really fit her personality. She's more out-spoken and brazen and things like that.

Yeah, so... These certainly are not the best, but I think they're good for my first shot at this. It was actually pretty fun! Of course, if you have better ideas for the translation, I wouldn't mind some constructive criticism!

I love your BB AU, btw! And it has inspired me to work on my own OC clans! Sorry for how long this is!

You did excellently! These names are great!

Here's a scattershot of some fresh words for you;

Chestnut (Aesculus hippocastanum) = Koneq Note that in Clanmew, a name for a plant refers to the ENTIRE organism, so this word refers to a horse chestnut tree. This is actually because Clan cats are obligate carnivores, they mostly think of trees and plants in terms of how they affect HUNTING, not the edible things they produce. They also wouldn't distinguish between the Horse Chestnut and the Sweet Chestnut. This is because prey will eat the nuts equally, but sweet chestnuts can finicky. They don't grow well in the wild. Even if the Clan cats had access to a couple of sweet chestnuts, they would just assume it's a chestnut with differently-shaped leaves and never find out that their nuts are edible, because horse chestnuts are HIGHLY poisonous to cats. They would not risk trying to eat a sweet chestnut, assuming that it's the same type of toxic rock as a horse chestnut.

Conker = Okikwo Comes from Spike + Ball. One of the very few fruits that has a unique name unrelated to its "plant" in Clanmew! Conkers are the green, spiky "nut" (nekboq) containing poisonous "acorns" (kong) that come from chestnut trees. They are often wrapped in leather and used as balls, though some games just play with an unwrapped conker (ow).

Flint = Boshur Etymology unclear; Possibly Stone + Holy + Pale. Found exclusively at the Mothermouth, which is an abandoned quartz mine. Because there is no other good source of flint at Sanctuary Lake, the pieces that were brought with the Clans fleeing the destruction of the White Hart have become precious heirlooms. Flint is the most reliable way of making fire. Clan cats believe that it is a gift from StarClan, and reacts when struck against the "evil" fake-flint that Humans try to clad their monsters and fences in (metal).

Stance, gait, "way of walking," most common form of the "step" suffix = Yam Most of the time, if a specific verb for a type of walking isn't used, -step is "yam." When used with a prefix, it implies that they MOVE like the thing they are named after. It means a bit more than just a single physical step, or a particular movement, it's the WAY it moves around.

Pawprint, animal track = Pabyam Self-explanatory. The impression of an animal's foot on the ground.

And, lastly, badger is mair. I realized that we just didn't have a word for it a while ago, and I was also taken aback by that. It's surprising we went this long without it, lmao.

[wisheduponastar]

Choose any OC or canon character, though you know I always love more Aranuir information because I am dying to read his story!

♡ - romantic headcanon

☠ - angry/violent headcanon

☼ - appearance headcanon

ൠ - random headcanon

-Hannah

sorry for the wait! but without further ado (and I'll semi-combine the 1st and 3rd headcanon)

☼ - appearance headcanon & ♡ - romantic headcanon

☼ So, I have aphantasia so can't really visualise things in my head. Nor am I an artist, but I do have a decent idea of him. He's around 6'5", an inch shorter than Aragorn (to Aranuir's eternal annoyance) and roughly an inch taller than Boromir (to Boromir's annoyance). He has the traditional book eyes of quartz-y grey.

As for hair, he has a similar colouration to Aragorn - although the texture is more similar to Faramir. It's longer than both of theirs, falling past his shoulders and it's more wavy. He doesn't really have a preference for it being up or down, although while in the Fellowship it's generally a low ponytail or a bun of some kind. Here is a person with the type of hair I imagine him to have.

♡ Now the romantic headcanon. Being raised with elves, there's always things about hair. However, most elves have straight or only slightly wavy hair. Some people can do his hair well, but generally it's not the best.

When Boromir - with straight hair - offers to help him, he only accepts because it's Boromir. And then Boromir actually knows what to do (curtesy of Faramir's hair), and it's nice. Relaxing. Soothing. Aranuir just sits their in silence, contemplating that it's lucky he's already fallen for the man, until Boromir asks if what he's doing is okay. There's never been quicker reassurance.

It's often a ritual they do, both before and after they start courting. Aranuir fully relaxes if people play with his hair.

☠ - angry/violent headcanon

White knuckle grip behind his back when he's angry and trying not to show it. Is one of those people who snaps more often than has a scale for anger. He will try to remain polite - if getting slightly more curt and tense - for as long as he can. By the time he's reached that limit, he's also at the point where he's okay to engage in a shouting or snapping match and will do so.

Shares the same quirk with Aragorn of, doesn't like to threaten people - but will have quite a horrifying one ready should he require it. Seems oddly unfazed by this.

ൠ - random headcanon

Aranuir is a very tactile person. He enjoys being near people and having a hand on them, or having a hand on whatever he's doing. Some of his sword hilt is engraved for the specific reason of feeling nice to touch and run his hand over. Flicks his quill in his hands quite a lot.

Would wear lots of rings and jewellery to help with this, but he's never found that much jewellery and never wanted to wear too many rings. (He does have a ring that's very similar to the Ring of Barahir, although it's silver with sapphires instead).

Also regarding jewellery, Aranuir would like to pick up jewellery-smithing as a hobby. Before the ring is destroyed, he doesn't want to constantly make rings for reasons. After the ring is destroyed, he doesn't want to make rings for different reasons.

(og ask game)

[siri-ike]

2500 hours of audio

Authers note: to be completely honest I forgot about this until I got a notification that someone rebloged it. So I guess have a part two.

Part 1

reasearch links: affects of isolation

Donnie's nice and accurate account of events in exact detail and order of occurrence, category 6: severe injuries and illnesses. Part 172: Leo's recovery from the prison dimension part 1.

"Mission log. I've managed to avoid the enemy for now"

"Enemy? He must be talking about Kraang."

playing hour 59.

"59? No, Shelldon. Rewind to the start."

If Donnie didn't know better, he'd say Leo had been listening to these himself. Even if we accept that he'd been stuck for a bare minimum of 2500 hours, assuming he hadn't talked to it the full week he had it before the prison dimension, and also assuming that he was talking to it 24/7 from capture to rescue. Which is unlikely, even for him.

104 days is just so hard to even comprehend.

Donnie looks over at Leo, sleeping peacefully.

"I'm... sorry you had to endure that, Nardo."

rewind complete.

"Play recording."

"Leo's notes: found some jewelry that fell into the sewer. Mostly, engagement rings, wedding rings, and class rings. None of them fit me, of course, so I'm gonna sell them for pizza money."

Click.

"Shelldon, skip to when he got sent to the prison dimension."

=]

Right, gotta reprogram his artificial intelligence.

"Fast forward 10 minutes."

He could probably get a solid 10 minutes of rambling in a week.

"I don't know how to lead. Raphs, the oldest, why couldn't he just stay leader? Or if it had to be someone else, why not pick April? She's just as good at rushing in without a plan. Maybe even better. Or Mikey, he can get anyone to like him. Remember when he got all the kids in the mystic library to follow him?" Leo shudders audibly. "Maybe I should just ask dad. Or maybe I should wait for Donnie to finish rebuilding Shelldon so I can ask him and then have him erase his own memory. Yeah, that's it. Don! Buddy! Tello. What's up?"

Click

"I remember this. He asked me about my progress rebuilding you. I thought he actually wanted to hear about the process of, ugh never mind, it's not important. Shelldon, fast forward 2 minutes."

Click.

"Leo's notes: Pick up 125 pizzas, any toppings."

Finally.

"Leo's notes: uhm, sorry I haven't talked in a while, things got really crazy for, I think it was a few days. Anyway, Kraang got bored of kicking my shell for so long. I could have sworn I'd be dead by now, but it's like no matter what he does to me, I can't die."

"OK, I've been fiddling with the wrist comm for a while, Donnie put a bunch of 8 bit games on it like frogger, snake, and pong. At least I'll have something to do. At least until I run out of battery... I definitely need it too, It's barely been, what 8, 9 hours? And I'm already talking to a photo."

Click.

Donnie looks up from sanitizing his surgical equipment (ok, so it's really Leos, but it's not like he's using it right now) to remark snidely

"As if I would make a machine that runs on batteries. These babies run by replenishing quartz energy converters. You just have to move it around to charge it. I got the idea from these old watches, you know just because an idea is old doesn't mean it can't be utilized by my extreme gen-"

He stops as he looks over at his unconscious brother.

"Some other time, perhaps."

setting reminder for "other time"

"Shelldon, disregard previous order."

reminder canceled

Donnie sits back down and presses a button on his console.

"Update. I beat snake. Turns out if you manage to make the snake fill the whole screen, the game just ends. And it only took me like- 178 hours according to the time log... I can't believe I've been playing snake nonstop for 178 hours. I'm not even tired or hungry. It makes sense kind of. I mean, they were in here for a thousand years, weren't they? Probably don't need food or sleep"

"Dear wrist comm, Kraang found me again. spent a couple hours getting thrown around, totaly ruined my frogger streak. I could have sworn he cracked your screen. Can things also not 'die' here?"

"I think I've been here for about 8 to 10 days. Hopefully, the next thing Don adds to the wrist comms is a clock. Maybe he's hearing this all the way back home. Are you? Are you listening in on me? Sneaky pancake."

"Kraang ruined my rock sculptures of you guys! Can you believe that? He's suck a jerk. We have an entire dimention! It's not like I go around breaking the stuff he makes. Even if he did make things, I wouldn't destroy it! I almost feel bad for the other two Kraang. I can't imagine having this guy as a brother."

"I ran into some people here. They looked somewhat human. Like the aliens in the first Jupiter Jim film: the 1968 classic Jupiter Jim's Atomic adventure in space. Before they had the budget for alien costumes or a full 20 minutes of film. So they just hired some college students and heavily contoured them. Exept the guys I met were also short. So, short. Like. Shorter than me, anyway, I'm gonna follow them to see what's up."

Click.

"That's strange I didn't pick up any other life signs. Check again."

the only signs of life picked up by Leo's wrist comm were his own and kraang

"They got a flying car, it looks so 60s. I half expect it to have lava lamp floors."

"Reminder: ask Donnie to make the floor in my room a lavalamp."

"Wait, no, a waterbed floor. That way, the whole floor is a bed."

"I got even closer, and they use 60s slang, too. Like daddyo, check and far out. I'm pretty sure I heard one of them say the word splitsville. I'm gonna try to talk to them. How do I look... yeah, like a homeless person, I know, I meant more like. Do I look approachable?... No, no raving loonatic is not my idea of approachable. Hang on."

"Ok, I dusted off my bandana, harness, and wrappings. Is this presentable enough?... too bad, cause it's the best we're gonna get."

Click

"Maybe it's a robot? Inorganic life wouldn't be detected on the scanners. That would explain why we can't hear a response. It's just communicating through text." Donnie denies.

"They call themselves Neutrinos. Their people are the original inhabitants of the prison dimension. Which means that somehow, they have been avoiding the Kraang for generations. Isn't that great, I'm not alone."

"Is there such a thing as interdimentional ethics?"

"If I had a nickel every time our world sent genocidal balls of over-chewed gum to the neutrinos dimention, I'd have two nickels. It's not a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice."

"It happened, I've officially survived a whole month in the prison dimension. Wooo." Leo says flatly. "Should have had the foresight to bring a cake, no; pizza... who am I kidding? If I had either, I would have eaten it by now."

"I met the Neutrinos again. Currently following their directions to a village inside a meteor. I can't wait to spend some time with people. I was about to start losing it."

"They've got everything here. Plants, technology, people, a religion. I guess those just pop up whenever you have a group of people living together."

"They're no teenage mutant ninja turtles, but it's a community. And if I'm being completely honest, I think I would even take the company of Meat Sweats right now over nothing."

"I guess this place isn't without strings attached. If I want to stay, I have to join a religious faction. I thought it was all one belief system, but it turns out there are three major ones and, like, 20 small ones. All of them want me on their side, and I suspect that whichever one I choose will try to use me to 'sort out' the others as they put it... but... I can't be alone again. I was alone for 36 days, and it was,-" Leo's voice breaks. "... I can't do that again." He stutters.

"Ok, what would Lou Jitsu do? Dad would probably pick the cannibalism faction. So I can rule that one out. What would Leo do?... I would pick the most powerful group because they've been offering me the most. I can't do that, I'm pretty sure they are evil. They wanted all neutrinos shorter than 3 feet to classify as property. That's like, almost half of them. The second most powerful is no better because they want all neutrinos who have antena to be executed. What is wrong with these people? What would Donnie do? The permanent social distancing faction. Eh, ruling that one out, too. Raph, probably the solving everything with love and snuggles faction. Nice but impractical against Kraang. Plus, their leader tried to make me assassinate the leaders of other factions so they might be messy. April would try to expose each of these dangerous liars, but it seems like everyone already knows they're corrupt. Mikey... he'd just take them over. I guess I could do that. I mean, I'm much bigger and stronger than all of them put together. No, then I would be ruling through force, and I've only lived here for 3 days. I can't decide what's best for them when they've survived well over a thousand years on their own. I think the best choice would be to leave. I can't be of any help here."

"Donnie! Time for breakfast!" Mikey shouts from outside the room

Click.

"I'll be right there"

"Was that Leo's voice? Is he awake?" He asks excitedly.

"No, just some recordings. Could you bring my dinner in here? I can't leave him alone."

"You look awful. Did you sleep? And, no, you can't have breakfast here because Draxum said he needs to look at your wounds." Mikey waves his arms around, showing off the new bandages and braces.

Donnie looks guiltily at Leo, still sleeping.

"I'll stay. I'll even snuggle him. He won't miss you a bit, " Mikey said teasingly, clearly trying to get a response.

And usually, that would get a rise out of him. But right now, Donnie doesn't want to be missed. He just doesn't want his brother to be alone anymore.

Donnie hasn't even left the room before Mikey's gotten all cuddly in bed with Leo. Turtle shells aren't exactly the softest blanket to wrap yourself in, but Leo probably wants to be touched way more than he wants to be comfortable. Besides, it's well past time for Donnie to get the cracks on this arm examined. Yeah, that's it. It's not like he's avoiding the other 2489 hours of Leo's mad ramblings.

"Hmn," Leo purrs,leaning into Mikeys affectionate embrace.

"I knew you'd appreciate a good cuddle 😘. Even if you sleep for a thousand years, I'll still hold you tight." A realization dawns on Mikeys face. "I might be dead by then, so you'll just be nuzzling a skeleton 🤭. But at that point, you really can't be picky."

good morning, donnatello. would you like to continue playing the recordings

"Shelldon, I'm Mikey. Donnie left the room."

do any of us truly leave the room

"What?"

playing recording

"Wait, no -"

"Nothing is real! All of it, it was a hallucination. The Neutrinos, the flying car, Barbara Walters, the village. It was just my imagination... is anything real? Is Kraang even real? Are you real?!"

"Leo?"

"IS THIS ALL THERE IS? Just wandering around forever, talking to myself, and making up others to talk to?"

"Leo," his voice fell flat this time.

"They're really not coming to save me. I probably told them not to. That sounds like me. But, I still thought. *sniff* This is so selfish. If they tried to get me out, they'd risk releasing Kraang. It's better this way. *sniff* They're better off without me. Sure, they'll be upset at first. But, then. Raph'll be less stressed, Donnie will be free to focus on his own projects instead of constantly building stuff I ask him to." He inhails unsteadily. "Someone else'll be team medic, probably Don or April, and they'll figure out that Mikey needs glasses. Real glasses. Which means he won't crash into stuff anymore because they'll actually deal with it instead of putting it off to avoid sneak attacks from doctor feelings, doctor delicate touch, and doctor positive." He sounds out of breath. "Dad finally won't have to deal with me either. He won't have to admit he was wrong to make me lead. And April can finally graduate without me constantly distracting her. *sniff* Th'this is b'better."

"Shelldon, stop the recording." Donnie says from the doorway.

"He, he," Mikey blubers out. "How long was he..." he's too mortified to finish.

"By this point, at least more than a month and 3 days. If we assume every 11 hours is another month. That means it would have taken 227 months to fill up the whole thing." Donnie pauses to see the horror in mikeys eyes. "That's 19 years."

[titancores]

I got an idea a bit ago from your brain worms thing about gift from the hardwares. What if they give eachother shiny rocks/pretty metals?

Think about it. We organic humans commonly give each other organic flowers for a sense of love and security. It would make sense for the alliance to give eachother gemstones/pretty rocks that they found? Inorganic to inorganic(in a sense) and this can go many ways with different meanings. There is bismuth, which is a metal that is hardish to find/make and if quite the pretty and exotic find, as well as geodes. Perhaps hardware scientists give their loved ones bismuth or other chemically made rocks or metals to be used as decorations, and scouts not only give their loved ones random pretty rocks, but also seashells and any other trinkets that they find nice.

This could also work practically, assuming that all the factions, like the tvs, have parts that can be de-attached and replaced. A hardware could give their partner some nice metal and they will be like ‘ah thanks bae, I can now have pink arm guards :D’

And you have some inter-species symbolism for you; Cygnus could give Phaeton a rose, but the rose is carved out of rock of crystal. An organic gift that is made of inorganic. And Phaeton could give Cygnus a strange moss covered rock, or some other inorganic that that has organic elements to it (or a geode).

This is filed by my love of pretty rocks and seashells.

I llike this idea! Thank you for sharing.

Maybe individual hardwares like to collect a specific colour of mineral, like how bowerbird species collect a specific colour of item (male bowerbirds impress the females with their collections of coloured objects).

(I myself actually collect quartz crystals in real life because I enjoy their chunky shape - they're like cartoon crystals!)

Haha, I love the bathos of Cygnus presenting Phaeton with a stone carving that took effort to make, and Phaeton going 'uhh, damp rock I found, here you go'. :D (I think you were going for a nicer interpretation, but that's where my mind went.)

Maybe a desert rose (as in the type of crystal) would be a nice organic/inorganic gift? Inorganic thing that looks organic. Or a fossil - that's literally both organic and inorganic. Hard to find too, which makes them more precious.

[pink-jello-fish]

Hii so I’m a writer on quotve and decided to put my story in other platforms for fun. I dunno this was a fic I made for fun lol also it’s kinda long like may or may not be fourteenpageslong byyeeeee

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p1= player 1 which just means player 1 which means y/n cause why not

f/c= favorite color

e/c= eye color

Tbh I'm pretty sure most people reading this already know the basics and I'm too lazy to actually write them all out so if there is anything new I'll put one at the top of the chapter. cool? Cool.

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Chapter 1

“You’re getting mugged, kid!” “No you're getting mugged! :D” “AHH HOW THE HELL DOES THAT EVEN WORK!?”

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Bzz…

What's that sound?…

Bzz…

Oh it’s my alarm..ok ok that’s nice..I guess…

Bzz…

OH FUCK ITS MY ALARM!!

Bz-

I opened my eyes a little to look for my phone to turn off the alarm which I did since it isn’t going off anymore. So with the worst sound in existence turned off I opened my eyes more to, not the sun?, as I was expecting but to a cloudy kind of green looking sky as well as old wooden buildings with either moss or mold I can't really tell.

I sat up because the ground I was laying on was gross and I looked around the town more but the view didn’t get better. I just saw more old wooden rickety apartments that looked like they were stacked on top of each other with some small bars I believe, with small picnic tables for guests.

Resting my hand on my cheek I tried to remember how I got there, however I drank a lot with my flat mates and like the stereotypical collage kids we were, we drank like it was the last day on earth and doctor was coming to saw our legs off, so anything that did happened I can’t and will probably never remember it.

So figuring out how I got here was gonna be a real pain in the ass. However with what I’m assuming is left over drunk confidence I was able to try and go up to people and ask them where I was instead of just trying to figure it out on my own.

“Um excuse me but where am I exactly?” I ask a random guy passing by. “Ugh tourist, go back to wherever you're from.” Was all he said to be before speed walking off.

Ok fuck you to

Then I went up to a lady cleaning one of the tables. “Excuse me-” “Whatever you want you ain’t gettin so go away!” She said through her teeth sounding really upset so I backed off feeling like she was gonna deck me in the face if I stayed for too long.

“Sir-“ “I’m not buying whatever you're selling.” “I just need-“ “IF YOU DON'T STOP TALKING YOU'RE GONNA BE NEEDING CRUTCHES!!”

“Hello ma’am-” “Oh~I’ve been called a lot of things but ma’am? So polite I wouldn’t mind if we had a little fun~." "I actually just need to know where I am. Also, I don't have any money, sorry.” “No money, no service.” “I just want to know where I am.” “Service includes talking darling.”

“Excu-ok just walk faster, I don't care, that's fine.”

Honestly I should’ve listened to the introvert in me when it said ‘don’t go talking to random strangers they might stab you’ like yeah sure it was exaggerating but i think a few people i talked to were getting close to stabbing me.

“I hate today.” I mumbled sliding down a wall and taking a seat back on the gross wooden deck floor. No clue how I didn’t realize this whole place was right above a lake until now but it’s not it matters I’m lost and have a class to get to, which yes may seem like the least of my concerns but I paid good money to go to school and I’m making every penny count damnit!

At this point I’m just ranting in my own head trying to distract myself from this shitty situation. Well ranting in my head and fiddling with my necklace after I remembered I had it on. It was a little ‘gift’ I got myself and by got myself I mean I found it on the ground and kept it, which yes is kind of a dick move but it was a pretty necklace with what I think is a quartz’s hanging off via a silver snake.

“You don’t look like you're from around here?” Someone said next to me and when I looked I saw a guy in a hoodie who seemed to be giggling a little bit realizing I was lost, no clue how he came to that conclusion but who cares I’m finally getting some type of help.

“Uh, yeah. Yes! Yes I am a little lost, I had a bit too much to drink last night and ended up here.” I explained with the guy's laugh growing more finding my terrible situation hilarious. “I’m a real comedian I know but where exactly am I-OR PULL A KNIFE OUT YEAH THATS COOL TO-“ “SHUT UP! SHUT UP AND EMPTY YOUR WALLET!” He yelled, putting a knife closer to my throat and dragging me into an alley.

“I’ll-um uh I’LL SCREAM!! I’ll scream real loud. Just-just let me go. I'm already having the worst day ever.” I told him hoping I’d convince him. “You think anyone will do anything. This is a place full of criminals! The only help you’ll get is help into a grave, and that’s if you’re lucky!” He said, still laughing a little.

However he was right, the people here didn't seem to care that i was lost so why would they care if i'm getting mugged. Seriously I just saw a guy side eye me from outside the alley, WHAT THE HELL!! So with the rage I got from seeing that guy ignore me I tried kicking the guy in the knee so after reeling it up and going for it he moved his leg. Of course he did, he literally saw me get ready to kick him.

So losing my balance I started to fall forward into his knife and I felt the cold metal start to go into my neck.

But all I felt was the cold of the metal.

I didn't feel blood

I didn't feel feel the knife anymore

I wasn't in his arms i was on the ground

So i ran THE FUCK OUT OF THERE.

I ran like I never ran before. It was like that scene in Ratatouille when the humans come in the kitchen and all the rats go in different ways. I sprinted like that.

I heard the guy running after me and yelling but I couldn’t make out what he was yelling, not like it matters. I wanted to see how much distance I had on him so I took a few quick glances and those glances were enough to see that his right hand which was the one he was the knife with originally, now had what looks like sparks of f/c electricity? Granted I'm running away from him and am not looking too hard, I'm just taking quick glances to see if he's catching up.

Not like any of this matters again just trying to to distract myself from another horrible situation cause what else are gonna do?

I ran a few blocks but I figured I wouldn’t be able to lose him like this. I need some type of cover and even though I’ve had the worst luck with alleys today I think they might be my best bet. I slipped into the next alley which ended up being a three way so I grabbed a lid from a trash lid and threw it in the opposite direction hoping the guy would think I went that way.

I sprinted the opposite way and didn't look back. I rounded a corner and kept running as fast as I could until I came to a door which I'm going to assume is locked because what idiot would leave a door unlocked here? However it was my only option since I heard someone coming down the alley so I grabbed the door knob and ripped the door open and ran inside slamming the door behind me locking it.

I started to catch my breath as I sat down on the floor against the wall, “huff thank huff whoever owns this place huff!” I said, feeling a smile come on my face.

Then I heard the knob jingling.

I stood up and looked around looking for anything I could use as a weapon but all there were were taped up boxes that I already struggled to get open WITHOUT being chased by someone trying to kill me! I looked for another door but the only other door had planks boarding it up. “Whatever god i upset, IM SORRY!!” i said trying to blame my bad luck to something else

The door flung open but the guy chasing me wasn't there. It was a different guy and he looked a lot older, meaner, and like he was going to kill me for being in what I'm assuming is his house.

“Who are you? '' he said, glaring at me. I wasn't sure if it was because i was out of breath or i was stunned with fear but i didn't say anything i just looked the door behind him wondering if i could slip past him and get out-

“WHO ARE YOU.” he demanded, walking closer. “And what are you doing in here?!” he asked. “What did the guy outside you cut your tongue out, why aren't you answering me-” “He’s outside?!” I asked, backing away still unsure if he's going to try and hurt me. “You know him?” he asked, glaring at me waiting for me to say something back. “You know what-whatever who are you?” he said, glaring at me even harder.

Ok i don't want to tell this guy my actual name that's dumb.

“My name is….um (P1)-sh**” I can't believe I said my real name-wait I got censored?

“Sure that's your name. How did you make that sound?”

“sh**.”

“That how are you-”

“Fu**-”

“OK STOP IT. Why are you in my store?!” he yelled over me. “Because I was being chased by the guy outside. Figured you would have put two in two together.” “Don't start with me, I could kill you right now if I wanted.” “Ok relax i just thought you would have figured it out”. There was silence after what I said which I kind of enjoyed.

“Ok kid, the guy outside is gone so why don't you give me your necklace and we’ll call it even ok.” “Why do you want my necklace? And how do YOU know that he's actually gone?!” “I know he's gone because as soon as he saw me he ran off, so why you dont you give me my payment-” “PAYMENT?! Didn't you help me because it was the right thing to do?” he just gave me a weird look then laughed a little “Yeah yeah thats funny, who do i look like the ninja?-” “The who?” “The ninja, do you live under a rock or something?” He asked “No, I'm just not from around here. Look, I'll give you my necklace if you tell me where I am.”

“Stixs, you're in Stixs' ' he said, rolling his eyes. “Okay…Stixs is where exactly?” “What do you mean ‘Where is Stixs’? Stixs Ninjago where else would it be?” “What the he** is a “Ninjago”?" I asked and he just squinted his eyes and shook his head like I was the stupidest person he’s ever met. “Where exactly are you from?” he asked “Well i'm coming from Ohio-” “What's an Ohio?” “I dont know im just going to college there!!” I yelled starting to panic as I am not getting any help and am in a place that does not exist.

The man just pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed very annoyed at the situation. I can't blame him, to be honest. “Look I don’t know what to tell you, you’re in Ninjago Stix now own up to your promise and give me your necklace.” he said. I sighed wondering what I'd do next as I felt around the chain for the fastener. “Ok so about that-” i started and he rolled his eyes again “It's just a necklace, take it off.” “Umm, yeah so about that. I can't find the clasp so it may be stuck on my head.” I smiled nervously.

“What do you mean it’s stuck?” He said starting to get even more mad. “I just told you, I can’t find the fastener.” I said pulling at the chain trying to get it off so I could go. “Could you hold still, let me see.” He said, grabbing the chain and yanking it towards him. “HEY-OW could you just relax that hurt a**hole!!” I shouted at him. “oh you gotta be kidding me-kid i'm gonna have to go get something to get this off.” “What do you mean you need to get something? Oh god-ARE YOU GONNA CHOP MY HEAD OFF FOR IT OR SOMETHING!!” I screamed my horror film paranoia kicking in.

“What the? No kid, you need to relax. I just need something from my place that might help get this off.” He said, looking towards the door. “Unless it’s a power saw I don’t think it’ll come off, I mean I could try to rip it off '' I said thinking of ways to get this damn necklace off “No absolutely NOT! That necklace better not be broken when I get back or I swear.” He said going towards the door.

“Wait, I thought you lived here?” I asked to play with the chain hoping I was just being stupid and not noticing the clasp. “I don’t live here yet. I just put my stuff here so it’s easier when I do eventually buy it.” He said, rolling his eyes AGAIN. Man if I took a shot every time he rolled his eyes I'd probably be dead. “So you're a squatter?” I asked because clearly this already pissed off old man will happily answer my questions.

“You don’t shut up for jack do you? And for the record the guy who owns this place doesn’t come by anyway so it’s basically abandoned” he explained “ ok, I guess that makes sense. However, what happens if the guy tries to sell to someone who isn’t you, what then?” “trust me he isn’t, no one else wants this place I mean look at it it’s a dump!” He said using his arms to gesture around the room.

“Then why the fu** Do you want it?” “Ok I’m done answering your questions.” He said just sounding tired at this point as he went to the door. “And learn to shut up, not everyone is as nice as me and will wanna chat and hear your stupid questions.” He said laughing a little. I flopped on the ground figuring it’ll be a while when he comes back with whatever it is he’s getting.

Why am I even sticking around, I got what I wanted so why don’t I leave?! I started to ask myself then looked over to see the guy at the boarded up door looking panicked. “Kid we gotta go, the guy who owns this place is here.” he said looking around at the boxes.

“But I thought you said he NEVER comes around here?” I asked getting up and take a piece from the wooden boards. “We’ll for once I was wrong sue me!” He said angrily “How am I gonna get all these boxes out?” He muttered. I looked out and I saw three people walking up two men in suits and a very tall muscular lady who looked like she could crush my head in her hands.

“Umm..are we going to die?” I asked the fear of settling in “Not unless you know how to use that necklace!” He angrily whispered.”what do mean use the necklace-“ I cut off by the sound of the boards breaking because guess what, THAT LADY WAS RIPPING THE BOARDS OFF WITH HER HANDS!! “Oh fu** we really are gonna die!” I nervously laughed as the old guy grabbed me and ducked behind some boxes.

“Yes yes this project should work perfectly here!” One of the men said happily, “I see, it must be quite spacious when it’s cleaned out.” “Well of course! All it needs is a little cleaning!” The two men started going back and forth about the property. Meanwhile, I’m over here trying not to freak out.

“Kid you need to pull yourself together and teleport us outta here before god bodyguard finds us and kills us for trespassing!” He again quietly yelled at me. “T-teleport-I-I-“ “oh come on kid work with me here or else we’ll be swimming with the fish!” “Why are you getting mad at me? I don't even know what’s going on right now!!” I quietly yelled back.

Then the box got lifted. We both turned and saw the lady looming over us.

“I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!! YOU EAT HOW DARE YOU THINK YOU CAN TRESPASS ON MY PROPERTY AND GET AWAY WITH IT! JULIE!” One of the businessmen shouted “I'm already on it!” She smiled, cracking her knuckles then attacked. I guess I’m the world's punching bag today and all the worse things are happening to me today! I thought in anger

We both roll out the way as she smash the ground halk style then she turned to the old dude and went for a punch which he dodged and then he pulled out a small sherkin looking thing and tried to slice her with it but she grabbed his arm and threw him towards me all while I was stunned with fear.

The old guy looked at my neck and mumbled a weak apology before grabbing the necklace “ROOF-“ he tried to scream before getting shocked by the necklace and frying his hand making it look just like the guy’s hand from me earlier.

“OW-GOD-I CAN'T BELIEVE I FORGOT ABOUT THAT OWW.” He hollered in pain as the huge lady Julie, grabbed a box and chucked it at us. I ducked on the floor where the old guy already was, and I guess the gods finally thought I had suffered enough today because the box opened and a few tools fell out thankfully to my side.

I grabbed a wrench and chucked it at her which she caught and threw back, but I grabbed a crowbar and hammer and ducked again avoiding the wrench and I lunged at her legs taking the hammer and trying to smash her knees with it. I wasn’t successful though. She grabbed my hand just like she did the old guy and lifted me up while restraining my other arm by my wrist.

“What are you his apprentice?!” She laughed “you can’t even attack me right!” “I don’t work for that guy, I don't even know his name!!” I said, struggling to get out of her grasp. “Why are you with him then-ronin you got a kid or something now!” Julie laughed. Then I remembered my legs exist and work normally.

“What are you stuck on babysitting-“ then she got decked in the face by the shoe. “Bi** Please, I’m in college.” I said, rolling my eyes and grabbing the crowbar I dropped and threw it at her and ran back to the old dude who I now know is Ronin and tried to grab him and get him out the door.

“S..s.say o..or th..ink of t..he roof..” he managed to say even though he sounds like he’s dying. “HOW IS THINKING OF THE-Oh forget it.” “YOU SHOULD BECAUSE YOU TWO ARE DEAD!!” “Roof,ROOF,ROOF!!” I shouted, squeezing my eyes shut figuring I was about to be punched into the afterlife.

But I wasn’t

I wasn’t in the shop at all anymore I was on a roof.

“Oh my gods..did-did that really work!” I exclaimed looking around and sure enough I saw the store across the street with Julie walking out confused and looking around looking up on the roof of the building, I ducked when she looked in our direction and when I popped up to take a peak she just looked annoyed.

“Sigh THANKS FOR BEING A TOTAL WASTE OF TIME!!” She shouted “Ha ha..” I heard the guy struggling to laugh as I looked back and saw him trying to get up. “Ok maybe you should sit back down-“ “HEY LAP DOG!!” He screamed sounding better but also still sounded like he’s on the verge of dying.

“WHAT THE FU** ARE YOU DOING!! Are you trying to get us caught!!” I yelled, lowering my voice while still trying to get my point across as I looked down and saw Julie looking up at us. “Relax it’s fine-YOU SHALL ALWAYS REMEMBER THIS AS THE DAY YOU ALMOST CAUGHT THE GREAT THIEF RONIN!!” Shouted as I saw her start to look for a way to climb up here.

“WHAT THE HE** WHA THAT FOR!!” I again shouted at him while he only laughed at this, not sounding like a dying animal. “Style points, now hurry unless you want her to cave your skull in.” He said hopping off the roof and on to another and I heard the angriest lady I’ve ever met come up and I followed him.

We hopped to roof tops then slid down an overhang like it was a slide then booked into another alley and then he didn’t stop running so I kept after him until he stopped.

“Ar…are we…are we done because I am IN PAIN RIGHT NOW!!” “Oh relax, a little running never hurt nobody.” He said walking into another building, this one looking like a really shitty apartment complex. “Oh is this another place you squat in?” I ask to take a breather on the floor. “No I’m just running in to grab something that should get that necklace off, so you’re welcome in advance.” Then he went inside.

“‘You’re welcome in advance’ fu** this guy, all he’s done for me is get me involved in a fight and almost DIE!” I said letting my thoughts spill out loud as to distract from the fact that I am basically in the same position as I was when I first woke up. Only with new trauma I guess.

“Ok this should do the trick!” I heard him call and looked up and saw him holding a cup full of something that’s steaming.

“This acid should do the trick perfectly-“ “ACID!! WHAT IF IT BURNS ME!” “Then it burns you? Are you that dumb?” “Are you!”. I groaned as he explained that he’s done this plenty of times which I do not believe in the slightest but I didn’t really have much of a choice. We tried the acid and it didn’t work and it almost burned my neck, then he just got the power tools like I had said earlier which also didn’t work, so long story short.

THIS NECKLACE IS STUCK ON ME!! I'm not sure why I’m even surprised.

“Look up, find a way to get it off you but it might take some time.” Ronin said, tossing the bolt cutters he was trying to use aside. “How long is some time though?” I asked “Not sure. Could be days, weeks, depending on how fast I can find the thing I need.” He said going back inside and bringing all the tools with him because yes we were just doing this out in an alley for everyone to see.

“Are you sure it’s the thing you need, cause that’s what you said about the acid.” I reminded him. “Well this will definitely work, it’s a book that should explain how the necklace work’s completely. I just need to find it.” He said “ok well what am I supposed to do in the meantime?” I asked “I don't know whatever you want, just come around every ounce till I find it.” “Well what if something happens! Like that lady, what if she comes back?!” I worried as Ronin just rolled his eyes, “I don’t know, fight back?” He said, which seemed like a question itself.

“Are you serious?” I asked and he just shrugged “SHE’D KILL ME IN ONE PUNCH!! And what if someone else sees my necklace-""Then hide it stu-""Shh I’m not finished. Look you know about the necklace someone else might know about the necklace then what if they come for me? Then you lose the necklace and isn’t it what you want?” I asked again almost out of breath.

“What do you want me to do?” He asked “I-i don’t know just help me find a safe place to stay while you do whatever it is you need to do!”. He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose muttering under his breath “Don’t be a mistake-“ he lifted his head up “you are one persistent idiot you know that?” “Ha funny that’s what a cop told me when I tried to get out of a parking ticket.” I laughed a little at my own story “shh I’m not done. Look I know it’s not ideal but my place is the safest place you can be right now I swear.” “Yeah cause that isn’t suspicious at all-“ “kid listen, no one really knows about the necklace but knowing Julie she’ll tell her boss and then he’ll tell people then everyone will know ABOUT the necklace and who HAS the necklace. And you see most people are scared of me because unlike everyone else here I don’t HIRE people to do my work-I do it and I make sure it’s done right.” He monologues.

Is this really a good idea? I mean what if he tries to hurt me or kill me or-or other things I don’t even WANT to think about. I thought for a second, and he really was my only choice. At this point in time at least. So reluctant I said yes.

He took me into the building he kept popping in and out of and unlocked a door which led into an apartment. It wasn’t completely bad. I mean it has a nice-eh not really, But it does have a-nope the the tv has a hole in it. Dear god this man must have some issues, starting to rethink this.

I kept looking around the small apartment since I didn’t need to take more than a step to see the whole thing, however I should’ve been looking around the room and not just forward because I got a pillow to the face which knocked me over a little and caused me to stumble.

“Hey what-“ then I got a blanket tossed on me. An old blanket that looked older than the world itself, hell it has holes in it for god's sake. “Do you really expect me to sleep with this?” I asked looking at the pillow which was just a normal pillow, nice, “yes beggars can’t be choosers so deal with it.” He said going into the other room.

“Deal with it-what am i an animal he picked off the street.” I grumbled letting my thoughts become words. As I started setting up my bed I remembered there was a couch. Why aren’t I sleeping on the couch!! Like sure it’s not the best but beats sleeping on the floor. I thought about pulling my negative thoughts back in my head.

As I made my bed on the couch like he was summoned or some shit Ronin came out of the room to tell me “you’re not sleeping on the couch I don’t know if you have lice or bed bugs or something.” Then he left.

WHAT

A

ASSHOLE

Being the petty person I was I figured I’d just wait a little till he goes to sleep then I’ll just go onto the couch, but as I laid on the ground looking up at the ceiling to pass the time I felt the tiredness of the day drag me by my legs to sleep.

So here I was

Sleeping in a strangers house not knowing if I’ll even see tomorrow

In a different dimension I guess or maybe I’m just in a coma or a bad acid trip, I don’t know.

The point is I’m tired and am just giving up.

And those were my last thoughts as I closed my eyes.

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Authors note

So thanks for reading the first chapter. I hope you enjoy sorry for it being so long but I had jokes I really wanted to put in so yeah it’s long now.

-me

May-2-2023

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From current year me hope yall liked it!!!!

[sehetep-shenwer]

Hi hi hi hi! Uh.. I found you blog and I was like "wow 😼" ummmmmmmmmm

I've been wanting to worship Bastet

I've been worshipping the Greek pantheon so I know more about the Greek pantheon.

Are there any websites to research on Bastet or Kemetism that you know of?

Also do you know some stuff she likes on altars and stuff besides kitties?

Helloooo!! I've got plenty of resources for the lady of jubilation!!

Seshkemet has an excellent page for Bastet (and the other netjeru too!!)

Here's a more historical oriented resource from the amazing r/cowofgold_essays

r/kemetic on reddit is a nice community to learn abt others experiences too! There's also a kemetic discord server that I could invite u to c:

As for offerings, She loves sweets, stuff that smells good like incense or perfume, rose quartz, anything resembling femininity, anything pink, and just pretty things in general. Dua Bastet!

[twilightknight17]

Today on P3R, we’re technically covering three play sessions, because I didn’t have time to make a post before Katsucon. But a lot of that was Tartarus, so it’s not actually too much. ^_^

(Katsu pictures are coming at some point.)

Anyway, we’re off to Tartarus to train some and play with the new special attacks we got last time we were here! And get a little higher while we’re at it, so, let’s g--

Oh god oh fuck not you

It’s not the boss version, so it’s fine, but I didn’t think things showed up as enemies until after they were bosses???

The other reason we were in Tartarus was to get black quartz to trade to the guy in Escapade for a discount on fashion glasses. (Is there somewhere that will buy my gemstones? The police station won’t, and I get why, but like… I just have these.)

She looks very nice in those, actually.

Back at school, we’re still having a time. Odagiri of the student council has moved on to accusing the vice president over this one cigarette. And is not being diplomatic about it.

I’m gonna mess up his social link just because I keep not agreeing with him on these things. X’’’D

I’ve also met Keisuke Hiraga of the art club, who is a very good artist, but his dad is a doctor, so he’s also… Very Fussy. XDDDD

I can now hang out with my friends in the dorm, and I still think it’s weird that it calls them social links when I can’t start any of the girls’ links yet, and I can’t actually link with Junpei and Akihiko. I had tea with Mitsuru, though, and watched DVDs with Yukari, read manga with Junpei, and cooked with Akihiko. It’s nice! And some of them do give me stat boosts and items, so that’s cool.

I’m smooth now~

...well, shit. Here we go.

Minato’s theurgy skills are apparently the fusion spells, which you’re allowed to use even when you don’t have the actual personas with you, which is nice. The two I have so far are Orpheus and Apsaras’ Cadenza, and the Jack Bros doing a standup routine, which is cute.

I also got my first introduction to the Reaper. None of these floors really seem large enough to worry about it, so I think this appearance was scripted. Easy enough to get away from, though.

Nice.

Wait, what??? Can it do that??????

Once we found the missing girl, we escorted her back to the entrance, and I kept going til I found the next barrier floor. We’re done for now, so it’s time to go work on some more requests. Liz has a good one here. :D

I love that all the Velvet attendants have a soft spot for Jack Frost.

We also get our first intro to Koromaru!

Apparently he walks himself each day, since his owner at the shrine passed away. He stops for pets, but then carries on with his routine all on his own. He’s such a good dog. T_T

Ikutsuki drags us away from fussing over Koromaru to have a proper SEES meeting. He’s concluded that the Full Moon Shadows we’ve seen so far follow the Arcana from I to IV, and that there should theoretically be eight more, spanning from the Magician to Strength. And if we destroy them all, it will get rid of Tartarus and the Dark Hour, and we will have saved Iwatodai from Apathy Syndrome!

...they are us. There’s not much more we can say, Ikutsuki.

Yeah, let’s go to the mall after that seriousness. We can check out a new social link!

...oh yeah because this won’t go wrong.

School is still kicking my ass because this school is insane. But Junpei gets it, at least.

I can’t spend time with Fuuka unless my courage is badass-level, because apparently her food is just that scary. She wants me to be a badass, Mitsuru wants me to be a genius… Is Yukari gonna want a casanova or something? X’D

And even though Mitsuru wants me to be a genius, she called the police because she thought Junpei’s messy room meant someone had broken in.

And, as my last act before leaving for Katsu, these guys have made their first appearance, executing people in the Dark Hour based on requests on a revenge website. I don’t know how they wake people up from the coffins, but Tattoo Man over here is blasting people with a real gun, so that’s gonna be a problem~

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[KATSU INTERMISSION]

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I return from my convention, happy and optimistic, and school is immediately still full of bullshit. XD

You know, Keisuke, if you dad doesn’t want you to be an artist, and wants you to take over the hospital, why does he have fancy paintbrushes?

Anyway, Keisuke is about to win an art contest and gain the opportunity to study art abroad. And his dad is actually encouraging him to study abroad, so now he doesn’t know if he wants to do it because he doesn’t want to do what his dad wants. It’s kind of ridiculous, but the Fortune Arcana is all about choices, so… I guess.

We’re also off to fashion club to hang out with Bebe, who is actually surprisingly lovely despite being French. I appreciate his utter weeaboo enthusiasm. But… his aunt passed away unexpectedly, and he doesn’t know if his uncle will support letting him continue to study abroad. So not only is he upset that his aunt is gone, he also might have to leave the country he loves.

Neither were you, dude! It’s okay!

This is not quite NieR Automata levels of “everything is bad”, but things are pretty bad. I mean… people are just leaving the Lost laying on the sidewalks. :/

The Lost are the ones with Apathy Syndrome, but everyone else seems pretty apathetic, too.

I took Elizabeth to Iwatodai Station, and we had a lovely time.

The takoyaki lady can see her, which, don’t worry, ma’am. Just showing my weird cousin around. She won’t tell me what’s in the takoyaki instead of octopus, though, because apparently the knowledge would be detrimental. Which… okay, Liz. Thanks. That’s not worrisome at all.

When last I saw Maiko, she was planning to ask her parents why they were getting a divorce, in the hopes of being able to fix it. Which, not a great plan, but I couldn’t actually stop her. She wants to talk now, though, so we’ll see how that wen--

WHERE IS HE

Maybe we can throw them into Tartarus. Fucking hell. Maiko wants to run away from home so that her parents are forced to work together to find her, and I am NOT allowed to beg Mitsuru to let her stay at the dorm. This sucks so much. She wants me to keep her plan a secret, but good lord. This is going to go so badly.

I go home to stew on my thoughts and play computer games for babies to up my courage.

However that works. X’D

Lastly, I’ve reached my first choice that could potentially reverse a social link, I think?

We commit scandalous hand-holding, and it’s nice. Chihiro clearly has a crush on me, but I don’t know who I want to date, yet. OBVIOUSLY, I have my preference, but since my preference isn’t available, I dunno. Fuuka is nice. Mitsuru is… great, but also SO far out of my league. XDDD

Pharos came back for my one-week full moon reminder, so I guess that’s up next. They keep implying it’s gonna be the Lovers shadow, since couples are passing out and someone mentioned Shirakawa Boulevard, but I thought Hierophant was next.

Ah, well.

[aajjks]

NWO!JK

“jungkook? what are you—oh my gosh! of course i can help you out. here, come in come in” mj ushers jungkook to her couch before running to her kitchen to grab some ointment and ice packs. with jungkook’s permission, she lifts his shirt and cleans the cuts with alcohol wipes before applying ointment to reduce the burning. “sorry” she apologizes as she gently rubs the ointment in and applies ice to his rib area which seems to be hurting the most.

“how did this happen?” mj asks but jungkook lies and blames it on a street fight he got into at school. she knows it’s a lie but decides not to comment too much about it and focus on healing him. her eyes pan down to the blood crystal around his neck then to the bracelet around his wrist. “you’re still wearing my gifts?” mj smiles as she points out the crystallized jewelry before bringing her focus to the bruise on his face. she cleans the cuts on his lips and cheek before applying the ice pack to reduce any swelling or inflammation.

“be right back. let me grab some more ointment” mj says as she leaves jungkook alone on the couch and goes inside her room to retrieve more ointment and a the blade she used to retrieve your blood with. meanwhile, jungkook begins to take in mj’s clean apartment.

her living room is neat and towards the window are books about crystals and what each of them do. curiously, he goes over to the bookshelf and begins to skim through the pages before he finds a series of notes and drawings:

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-smoke bombs made from smoky quartz crystals ✔️

-equip outfit with access to aquamarine ✔️

-black diamond for super strength?

-obsidian ingrained for protection ✔️

-catwoman? ❌

-the black cat? ✔️

-pussycat? ❌

-the doll? ❌

the next thing he finds is a map with X’s over all of the local crystal shops. shop that the black cat robbed. he continues to skim through the pages but the last thing he finds is a small tube containing blood with your name on it.

“i found some more ointment!” yells mj who emerges from her bedroom and sees jungkook sitting on the couch in the same position she left him. “let me see your arm. this might hurt a bit”

~🫧

His anger is bubbling up once again, oh, he is seeing red, the crystal around his neck glows really brightly before dimming down, just as he tries to compose himself because…

“Oh… you’re here oh my God.. don’t worry just put it on me.” He forces a smile on his face. Letting her put the ointment on his arm.

Jungkook doesn’t blink as he lets her do the work on his arm, he clenches his jaw he thinks about all of the fights he got into with black cat until now.

It’s so funny he feels so stupid right now, of course she’s black cat. Jungkook notices her features and then he sees some bruises underneath her foundation..

Aka the punch, he gave her two days ago.

“Wow.. you’re so good at this aren’t you? What a pro.” He suddenly speaks, after some silence. Complimenting her aiding skills.

“you know you have a really nice apartment…” he says once again, as she finishes, putting the ointment on his arm

“and you’re really a crystal goddess aren’t you like I love your obsession with them…” he laughs, using his finger to point out, the crystals littered all over her decorations.

“you know one would think that you’re the black cat herself because she’s always stealing crystals and you’ll have a lot of them, I mean… I would suggest that you stay away from her. She’s such a bitch who ruins everyone’s reputation like she ruined Spider-Man’s…” he grits his teeth, while laughing again, when she finally looks up at him, but he quickly composes himself once again.

As he’s looking at her, he wants nothing more than to choke her and actually kill her, but he needs some answers first. She’s obviously very cunning, but why does she have a tube with your blood in it?

“Well.. Morgan as you know that I had a fight with yn… and you know you’re so caring like her.. maybe even more so…” he looks at her, using a low tone, as he smiles.

“and you’re so beautiful too.. goodness.” He looks directly into her eyes.

She wants to play a game, right? Well, he will play a game with her. This is like a game between a cat and a mouse, but in this case? It will be a game between a spider and a cat.

And the spider will actually kill the cat.

“thank you for helping me out with my bruises.. and injuries i better get on my way home now…”

•••

As he finally gets home, he feels ashamed when he looks at his aunt because of his earlier behavior today with her too..

He hurt her feelings as well.

So he quietly gets into his room, and as he prepares to go into the bathroom so he can wash himself properly, he takes off his necklace, and goes into his bathroom

And as soon as he gets him into his bathroom, he starts to sob loudly, because that’s when it properly hits him that He’s probably lost you forever.

“Y-Yn I’m so sorry.. pretty girl I love you so much.” He says while he sobs looking at himself in the mirror, but all he feels is shame.

•••

After his session in the bathroom, he’s laying in his bed, almost lifelessly. He hasn’t even bothered to put on his clothes properly, all he’s wearing is a sweatpants right now.

He’s locked himself in his room, out of guilt

Why is it hitting him so hard just now that he’s hurt you physically emotionally and mentally.

And not just you but his best friend and his auntie as well.

Jungkook cannot help it anymore, he decides to pick his phone up from his bed before sending you a text.

Yn ❤️‍🩹♥️

I’m coming over… please talk to me. I know I fucked up today but I need to see you.