#i found some nice quartz here

[aisling-saoirse]

Thompson Wash, Utah - May 20th 2023

[afkintheark]

Our kitties have been sitting out to make jerky for us and I figured I'd get a shot of my "twins" since they were both there. >.>

I was working out the exact spot for our water pen and found a little level 15 friend. Soon as Kel came down to see her it was decided she would join the otter pack. XD

Today Aras started our Base Basics event so I went out to obliterate the diplo population and found a 154 dire bear! Since our current bears are kinda low I brought him home, and while waiting for him to tame I spotted this 159 parasaur with stupidly high melee and figured why not.

And I've been having a single-player itch and wanted to get a pic of Center!Cooper so. He's not quite the right shade of blue, but he's close enough I'm happy.

[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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You Little Traitor (Aegon x Reader)

Look I do not think this is some of my best word but it has so much potential to be a interesting story and if you think so as well please let me know cause I would love to write a part two for this

The Yi Ti empire could put Kings Landing to shame, one of the most ancient civilizations, maesters would kill to be able to be accepted there and learn for the YiTish healers, the land of gold was what it was known not only for the actual riches but for its excellency in any aspect.

A century had passed since the long night and now ruled the Quartz emperor, the king ruled with the best interest at heart, to keep the peace among his subjects and do the very best for them.

The selenite princess, his second-born child, (y/n) was his way to reach further than any other emperor, to unite his kingdom with the seven kingdoms and his daughter to be a princess of not only his empire but to bless her with a legacy beyond his borders.

“Thank you, Father, I hope the ancestors bless me with a fruitful marriage”

She had simply said with a ghost of a smile when the news was announced of her long travel to the red keep, to meet the Targaryen family to marry Prince Aegon, her mother responded by placing a kiss on her forehead, her mother was the most endearing amongst (y/n)s parents, still not even her mother could protect her from the fate of wedlock, she had been prepared to face her future of being born a female with a stiff lip and kind eyes.

It wasn’t just a declaration of peace that her father was sending his daughter off to marriage for, the Yi Ti empire had kept an ear close to the seven kingdoms and Rhaenyra Targaryen was the first queen of her nation that stood a breath away from her throne, Aegon was a son, the second born child, her father wanted to prevent a nation from experiencing “the long night”.

“The Selenite Naishinno of the Yi Ti Empire, second-born child of the Quartz emperor”

Naishinno was what they called “princess”, it was a nice sensation to hear that the Targaryens respected her family enough to learn their version of lineage, even if it was out of fear and dare (y/n) say, desperation.

Aegon stood by his mother's side while (y/n) entered the throne room, he had to admit she was certainly captivating, she wore an astonishing attire from her homeland in the intense colour of red, and some of her hair was pulled up in a delicate style with intricate accessories, her face was emotionless, like a knight that went to battle, though Aegon found her to be intriguing, he had never met a YiTish lady before, “at least the bedding ceremony will have some interest” he cheekily thought.

“Princess, it is an honor to welcome you into my family”

“You are very kind King Viserys, my father wanted me to inform you that he apologizes for not being here, he sends his greetings and regards”

“We understand your empire needed its emperor, I surely do hope that we will see him at the wedding feast”

“Of course, along with most of the people from our palace, it will be a big celebration, may I ask, where is Princess Rhaenyra”

“That would be me, Naishinno”

“Princess, you may approach”

(Y/n) did not mean for it to sound like a command, she was just used to having to allow people to come closer, although the sentence left a sour taste in Daemon's mouth since this was their kingdom, Aegon only smirked, no one had spoken down to his sister, even if it was with such elegance.

Rhaenyra walked towards the young girl, intrigued by the sudden interest in her, when she stood before her (y/n) appeared to be... smiling one would say although small still a bit evident.

“We have heard of you, the first queen to ever be, my father wanted me to let you know that the Yi Ti empire stands with you, I pray that the Targaryen house will not know the monstrosity that is a brother and a sister going to war”

(Y/n) curtsied before Rhaenyra who felt more pride than ever, if she had the YiTish with her then she did not need anyone else, with them alone she could stand against anybody.

Out of pure excitement, Rhaenyra reached for the girl's hand to firmly grasp it and kissed her cheeks gently, (y/n) nodded in approval of their sacred oath, no blood should be spilled after the union of two strong Kingdoms.

“Will you be so kind as to show me your brother, the prince”

“Aegon”

Rhaenyra called for him without even turning her head away from the princess, she did not care for her brother or anything regarding him she was saddened that she could not have a further conversation with (y/n).

Aegon took only one step to stand out from his other siblings and mother, (y/n)s eyes found him almost immediately and she took a step forward as well, a small curtsy also occurred by her before she smiled brightly, somehow even when the princess was being perfectly polite and respectful Aegon could not help but shift from one feet to the other, it was like she was sizing him up, he had to put all his might into not taking a step back from her since the it would seem disrespectful when the only thing she was doing was smile.

“It is an honor to meet you, if it is not too much to ask, I would like to spend some time alone with the prince”

“Of course, let us leave them to get to know each other, just call for the guards and they will escort you to your chamber”

“Thank you, queen Alicent”

(Y/n) could barely call them by their titles, she did not recognize their authority, let alone say “my” before them, she resided in them considering it as just a translation mistake from her side, thought (y/n) spoke their language since she was a toddler.

Once everyone left the room the aura suddenly changed, two strangers stood staring at one another, not knowing what to say or do on this occasion.

“I have to say-“

“I do not care what lie you have been tutored to throw at me, my trip was days long so I will make this short, I am sure you agreed on this betrothal for the same reason I did, duty. I shall marry you and play my part as a bestowing wife, I ask of you to do the same while in public, you may do as you wish in private”

“As I wish?”

“I am not an idiot, Prince Aegon, I have asked about you and your habits of scattering bastards around Kings Landing, you can continue to do so on only one condition”

“Which is?”

“Leave me be, do not search for my chamber whole drunk, do not bother me, we will communicate only when necessary, how does that sound?”

“Perfect”

The selenite princess was wed to Prince Aegon in front of the masses, a celebration that would have the maesters of the future run back to it with fascination, her golden dress was custom-made by the people of the Yi Ti, she had only stayed for a few days and yet the luxurious habits of hers had queen Alicent baffled, the princess was spoiled and she seemed to not have in mind of stopping any time soon, her chamber smelled of incense that she brought, she only accepted to be tended to by her chamber maids, she refused to wear anything else other than the dresses she had brought, it was the first time in a while that Alicent felt backed in a corner by merely a presence of someone.

The night had already spread its beautiful cloak of stars along with its magnificent full moon, (y/n) had always been in tune with the majestic presence of the night hence her name, she struggled to fall asleep every time the moon was full, it seemed she was not alone this time, a dragon kept roaring and screaming in the distance, a part of hers was shaking with curiosity, like an instinct that the dragon was summoning her.

“Take me to the dragon pit”

“Princess, it is forbidden?”

“I do not recognize that word, not because of the foreign language but because you do not have the authority to utter it to me, I want to go to the dragon pit now”

The guards were nothing but mere subjects at the board game that she had set, how could they object to the empress's daughter? The prince's wife? The selenite princess stood before them and they must obey.

The guards could swear that all reality lost its meaning when the princess stepped foot in the dragon pit, Sunfyre had slowly emerged from the darkness and roared loud enough to shake the walls, whilst everyone ducked from fear (y/n) was perfectly still, she was her ever defiant self and did not even bat an eye.

“Hello there, you have caused quite a stir dear”

“Princess, may I suggest you step back? Sunfire does not take well with strangers”

“I am fine, sunfyre won’t hurt me, will you? My little pet?”

The dragon responded by coming closer to the princess and sniffing her around, after a few deep huffs the dragon laid down by the princess's side nudging her hand so she can caress him.

(Y/n) felt completely comfortable with the creature, she was always fascinated when she saw them fly up in the sky, her culture is defined by dragons, so it wasn’t a surprise that the actual creature took a liking to her.

“He is a sweet little boy, your skin is a little dry, we need to take care of that you are not getting any younger, sweetling”

(Y/n) spend most of her time in the dragon pit after that encounter, she would have her tea with Sunfyre and throw a few raw stakes at the beast to enjoy while she blabbered about whatever was occupying her mind that day, the dragon keepers did not know what to make of it, Sunfyre had only bonded with prince Aegon, now the fearsome beast was seen almost purring like a cat while (y/n) laid on his back and let her hand pet him with endearment, she would often drift to sleep while on dragon back.

“I do not know Sunfyre, mayhaps it was a mistake, telling him to keep on with his business, if I tried a bit harder things might end up different, he is not a bad guy he is just… sad, I see sadness in him. What do you think?”

Sunfyre only made a few sounds after (y/n) spoke to him in her YiTish dialect, the dragon keepers stood on the side in awe at the scene that unfolded, usually the dragons only understood Valyrian, albeit to sunfyre YiTish seemed to cast a spell of slumber, a lullaby only for the beast to enjoy.

“Of course, you would say that he is your rider after all”

“Where is the princess? Oh Gods, get the princess down from there!”

Sunfyre lifted its head from the ground when Queen Alicent commanded the guards to take her away, the ear-splitting sound that Sunfyre pushed out was enough to bring the queen a generous amount of steps back while (y/n) only brought her arms out to hug him to reassure the dragon.

“It is alright Sunfyre, the queen meant no harm”

She placed a kiss on the dragon's skin before Sunfyre relaxed back down for the princess to slide to the ground like she had done this a thousand times, (y/n) landed perfectly on her feet and fixed her dress in preparation for a dress the queen.

“What seems to be so important that you had to interrupt my time with my companion queen Alicent?”

Queen Alicent was at a loss of words, baffled by the princess being so casual about her bonding with none other than Sunfyre, dragons never seemed to obey or even tolerate anyone other than the person that has claimed it, how did (y/n) achieve this?

-

“Where are you going?”

“Well, that is surprising, for a walk, in what do I owe the interest my dearest love?”

“Drop the act alright and the lies, a little birdie told me you have been getting… cozy with something that belongs to me”

“Does that birdie wear a crown, has long red hair, and favors the color green? I know it must come to you as a shock but yes, Sunfyre has been a better husband than you as of late”

Aegon and (y/n) had an odd dynamic, she did not despise him but she did find his way of life distasteful, to say the least.

of course (y/n) was the one that nudged him to continue as of nothing had happened, however, a side of her had longed for Aegon to pay attention to her instead of spreading his seed on ever whore house, making it harder for (y/n) to keep track of all his bastards that she secretly took great care of, making sure they were all fed and clothed, how could she turn a blind eye to a child that was created by Aegon? Maybe they would be something better than their father if they were shown some kindness.

“So it is true, you dared to approach my dragon?”

“Sunfyre was in much need of my companion as I required his, seemed to me like you have neglected the poor little thing”

“Little thing? Never mind, well then, I would like to see it, Mother said she found you hugging it”

“Are you jealous Aegon? If you crave a hug I would gladly give you one, come here sweet boy”

“Stop that and walk”

He commanded making her giggle at how uncomfortable he had gotten, Aegon wasn’t the affectionate type, well if you do not count the time he came to her chambers after a quarrel with his mother, he was shaking like a leaf and stumbling over his words, he had laid on her chest while she ran her fingers through his hair until he drifted off, tears of his hand stained her nightgown while his hand held her for dear life.

Thats the night (y/n) started to soften, to take into consideration a life of love and offspring even, Aegon had been a skilled lover, he had the moves but the emotion wasn’t there when they laid together those few times, (y/n) scattered her brain for an idea to approach him though it led nowhere, they had zero common interests.

“Good evening to you my precious love”

(Y/n) responded to Sunfyres sounds as he flapped his wings and moved its head, (y/n) left Aegons side to walk faster to approach the dragon first, Sunfyre leaned its head for (y/n) to place a kiss at the very top of his nose, Aegon halted at the sight, somewhat betrayed by Sunfyre acting like a little puppy for the princess.

“How are you today? Have you been a good boy? Of course, you have”

(Y/n) reached as far as she could scratch the side of Sunfyres's head and the dragons' response was intricate sounds that someone could mistake for a purring of a cat or any other pet, not a giant killing beast that could swallow her for dinner.

(Y/n) laughed carelessly as she had almost forgotten Aegon had escorted her here, her attention was fully on the beautiful Sunfyre that was in desperate need of petting and babying.

“You little traitor”

Aegon whispered in Valyrian as he was still lost in a trance over his wife who did not correlate dragons had made a kitten out of Sunfyre, the only thing missing was a pretty little collar over his neck with a bell to be an obedient house cat of hers.

“I do not understand why everyone is so shocked, my family did not need to ride dragons, we simply are dragons, Sunfyre recognizes that”

“Is that so? Does that mean we have to chain you up and teach you how to obey as well?”

“You can try”

Aegon loved his wife, it might sound like a lie but he did, she was kind in her way, generous in a way, and adorable in her way, everything he loved about her was because she did it her way, howbeit he did not know how to love her in any way, he grew up around a father that wanted him until he got him and a mother that did everything she was taught to do even though she did not want it, even a rose needs proper soil to grow.

Yet, at that moment that Aegon gazed upon (y/n) who was coping at his dragon and bopping its nose he started to ponder, mayhaps she can be the soul of their rose.

“Sunfyre is a dragon, he does not need a kiss on its nose that’s the size of your head nor does he need head scratches”

“He does since he favors me even though you are standing right here, perhaps instead of putting me in chains I can teach you a thing or two”

It was the first time in a while that Aegon and (y/n) laughed together, Sunfyre had probably sensed the aura switching to a bit more intimate so he chose to nudge (y/n) from the back closer to Aegon making her yelp and glare back at the dragon who only turned away from her, Aegon smiled at her as they awkwardly stood ahead of one and the other.

“How about a ride? I must be honest that I haven’t taken Sunfyre out of the dragon pit for a good chunk of time”

“A ride sounds lovely, how about it sweet pie?”

“Must I call my striking dragon sweet-pie or does he still listen to Sunfyre?”

“I believe it is a privilege you haven’t earned to call him Sweetpie, you and he are still on proper name terms”

“Ouch I must admit I am wounded”

“You will get over it, now can you still recall how to get up on my dear friend or should I go first”

“You know my mother taught me to never take advantage of a situation just so I can admire a woman’s beauty from another angle… thankfully I never listened to her so off you go”

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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.

[readerhead]

Invisible string

summary: what happens when you’re in love with your friend? Would something happen? Would there be a perfect occasion? What if you two were predestined?

pairing: Stiles Stilinski x reader (I wrote this thinking of a female reader but I think there isn't any word that imply it)

warnings: some drinking? It’s actually just fluff

word count: 2.7k

a/n: first of all, English isn’t my first language so sorry beforehand if there's any mistake. I obviously did this while I was procrastinating because I thought there are not many Stiles x reader fanfics that are not long series (I think I read all of the ao3 ones) so here I am to contribute and hopefully encourage people to do more because I need them to live. Hope you enjoy it <3

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I remember very clearly the day all started, years ago. You were in Beacon Hills, your hometown, right after the accident. You were in the hospital waiting for news from your parents when you saw the lovely nurse you met before. She was kneeling, trying to calm a kid your age. You walked over there and tried to help.

"Oh, hi sweetheart! This is Stiles. He's having a hard moment, I'll go with you when I finish." the boy stopped crying and opened his eyes, he was met by your comforting smile. He sniffed a little while you introduced yourself.

"Why are you sad?"

"My m-mom, she's very sick."

"I'm sorry to hear that. My parents are here, too. Maybe we could cheer each other. I-If you like of course." your chubby little cheeks turning rosy.

"Sure. That'll be awesome." his eyes were a lot less watery than before.

You too spend all the evening talking and distracting each others from your cruel reality. You really wanted to stay here forever and not confront your life or emotions. But forever seemed like a joke for you after that afternoon and the sweet nurse was coming to you with your aunt. You were sure that meant no good so you took the scarce time with the boy to say goodbye.

"I think they are coming for me, so I've got to go."

"But we were having a great moment." he pouted a little and you couldn't help but smile at him.

"Here." you handed him your bracelet made of gemstones. "If you ever feel panicked again this would help you." The boy looked at the clear and black crystals confused. "The dark ones are obsidian and the other is quartz, my granny told me they would keep away bad energies and attract good ones."

"Thank you very much." He was genuinely happy because, even if it worked or not, he had something to remember you.

"I'll never forget you." as you said this your aunt touched your shoulder and told you that you're going with her. You heard him say something under his breath but you didn't understand it.

Less than an hour later your parents had passed away in the hospital due to the injuries of the car accident. You had to move to the big city with your aunt. Years passed and your aunt found a better job offer in Beacon Hills. That and the delicate health of your grandma made you move back there.

You found yourself being friends with the popular girls of the school which was really strange to you, but they were nice. You also befriend one of his exes, Scott. You didn't want to make them uncomfortable but after a couple of months and some weird shit happening, all of you ended up in the same friend group. You learned that the supernatural existed and you thought the craziest thing that would happen to you here was when you started having a crush on one of your friends.

You lived near Scott, so you went to his house before Stiles picked you two up to the costume party in Lydia's house. You were greeted by his mom, you haven't met her in the couple months knowing him because you only went there a couple of times and she was working.

"Hi, sweetheart! I'm Melissa, you must be Scott's friend." you were paralyzed.

"Y-You-u." your face lost all its color.

"Are you alright?" she asked, reaching for you in case you passed out. You gulped and recovered yourself. When she saw you better she let you in and went for a glass of water.

"I'm sorry. It’s just... You were the nurse that calmed me years ago, the day my parents died."

"Oh, I'm so sorry." she gave you an apologetical look, probably because of the trauma dumping and she not being able to remember you.

"Don't be. It doesn't affect me that much after all these years." she gave you an understanding smile. "I don't know if you remember but there was a boy there with me, his mother was sick. I always wondered what happened to him." In that exact moment Scott entered the kitchen, greeting you.

"Wow, your costume is really cool!"

"You don't know who I am, don't you?"

"Not a single idea, but it's still great."

"Thank you. I'm Padme by the way." you saw his confused look. "From Star Wars?" his face lightened up.

"No chance dude! Stiles is going as one character too!" you blushed, maybe it wasn't a couple one but you'll be matching costumes with the guy you liked.

"They're made for each other." Melissa said in a tone you barely heard because a honk overlapped it.

"That's him, we should get going." Scott made his way to the door while you turned to face his mother.

"I promise I'll tell you about the boy, now go and have fun!" you just met her again but it seemed as if you have known her a long time. You made your way out entering the jeep, not registering the boy at your side until he talked.

"W-Whoa. You're amazingly dressed as Padme." you frowned and turned to look at Stiles. First you notice his eyes wide and lips parted. Then you inspected his costume realizing.

"And you're going a-as Anakin." you surely looked like those cartoons with their eyes out because of the shock.

"What am I missing? Are you guys going like an accidental couple costume or something?" he said laughing but you both faced the windshield with your almost crimson cheeks not laughing at his joke too and he realized.

"No way! You are!" you made yourself little in your seat while you still heard Scott chuckling in the back. Stiles started the engine and his knuckles were white on the steering wheel.

The way was a little uncomfortable, but between their talking, your silence and the music, your desires of drowning stopped. Just when Stiles parked you undid your seatbelt and opened the door.

"See you guys, I'm going to look for Ally and Lyds!" you almost ran until you found them.

"Girls red code!" you said a little too loud when you found them.

"Werewolves?" Allyson asked.

"Oh. No, no. I clearly should've not used those words."

"What is it then?"

"Isn't obvious?" the redhead interfered grinning. "Is a boy red code."

"Did Stiles finally kissed you and you did something stupid like run to us?"

"What? No! He doesn't like me. And why do you think I would mess that up?" that offensive supposition made you almost forget about the matter.

"And I'm black haired. Now go on." she said, rolling her eyes.

"StilesandIareaccidentallydressedasacouplecostume." you took a deep breath after that.

"Oh that." Lydia nudged Allyson.

"What? You knew?"

"I don't know what you're talking about, but I know you've been here long enough to take a shot and there's not even a drop of alcohol in you." you knew they knew something, but you needed that shot.

"Okay, I'll go to the kitchen but we'll talk about it." you went there and took a couple of shots before pouring a drink.

"Hey." you almost poured the cup when you heard his voice.

"Hi." you stopped your actions and took the filled plastic cup in your hand.

"What a coincidence this outfit choice."

"Yeah." you looked over the responsibles of it, even if you didn't know how.

"I mean if you're uncomfortable I have another costume in my house. I can go and change." you saw him looking at the floor and your heart skipped a beat.

"No! I mean, I don't have any issue at all."

"Thank goodness." He looked back at you. "When you ran away from Roscoe I thought you didn't wanna see me all night."

"It was just... Unexpected, but it's kinda nice." you saw the dimple you love appearing in his cheek.

"You look really badass in the Geonosis battle's outfit" he took a step closer.

"You don't look bad yourself, Skywalker" you slightly tugged his dark robe as if you were stretching it. You two were inches apart, your cup long lost on the countertop. He smelled heavenly and his warmth made you lean closer. You could swear he was also inching closer.

"You know, we should do a Star Wars marathon." he pulled apart scratching his nape.

"Yeah, totally." you couldn't help the disappointment slipping between your lips while you gazed at your cup. "You know, this was a lovely chat but I think the girls are waiting for me."

You took your drink and surrounded him, making your way out. You searched for any of your friends until you found someone. Not exactly who you had thought of, but the only one who wasn't inside the house. You sat at Scott's side on the wicker couch near the pool.

"How's it going little pupdawan?"

"You know only Stiles gets those jokes, right?"

"Right. But I was worrying about my friend, so tell me why you're here all alone."

"Nothing, just music sometimes gets too loud when you have super hearing."

"That makes sense."

"And what are you doing here? I doubt you were looking for me."

"Well, I could be!" your mouth opened by the offense.

"Of course, but it's a party. You usually are too drunk to remember anyone." you smacked his shoulder.

"I guess today I'm sober enough." you looked at your drink between your hands and he followed your eyes.

"You don't look in the mood. Is this because of Stiles?" your gaze returned to him, now confused.

"What?"

"I'm a werewolf, I have a pretty good hearing."

"You didn't have to eavesdrop!"

"I didn't want to, is like when you have the TV as noise but they say something that catches your attention." you nodded. "And I also can hear your heartbeat and smell some emotions."

"I guess it's difficult to have some secrets with supernatural friends. So I'm assuming Isaac also knows." It was his turn to nod. "So everyone in the pack knows." you put your head in your hand.

"Except him."

"Except him." your eyes went to the party inside.

"Maybe you should tell him."

"Scott, you're his best friend, you should know that's not gonna work. He's in love with Lydia. He sees me as a friend. That's just giving me false hopes. Like before, I was in the kitchen and he came and I thought he was going to kiss me but he backed out. He probably-"

"He almost kissed you?" he cut off your rambling.

"That's what I'm trying to tell you! He didn't want to kiss me. If he wanted he would have."

"You know what? Wait here." you were confused as you saw him enter the party.

Scott was taking his time so you rested your head on the back of the couch, staring at the stars. You heard the noise of the door closing and supposed it was him until you heard a tapping in the glass. You looked over and saw Scott at the other side of the glass and a very familiar back, knocking the pane.

"Stiles?" he turned around to face you.

"Hey."

"What are you doing here? Why isn't Scott coming?"

"He might have locked us out."

"Why-?" you cut yourself when you realized his not so subtle plan. "Oh my gosh. I'm sorry, this is my fault. I'm going to kill him."

"How could this be your fault? In any case it is mine."

"What? No, I was talking to him about an issue and he decided to handle it on his own."

"Am I the issue? I thought you were cool with the costumes."

"It's not that, it's just... Wait, why do you think this is your fault?"

"I... Uh... He wants me to confront a situation."

"Since we're stuck outside I guess I'm the one you have to confront."

"Kind of."

"So how do you feel, Sti?"

"What do you mean how do I feel?" he looked really nervous.

"I mean that if you have to confront someone is because you're feeling somehow about them, perhaps you're mad at me?"

"What? No, I don't think I could ever get mad at you."

"Then what is it? Did I make something that bothered you?"

"No."

"You don't like something about me? Do I breathe too loudly? I chew too noisily? I laugh too hard?"

"No. No. No. Please stop!" he took your shoulders.

"Is it my rambli-" you were cut again, but this time you didn't mind interruption because he was kissing you.

Stiles was kissing you. After the initial shock you relaxed and let both of your lips melt as if they were one. You thought them fusing would be the sweetest sentence. His hands gently took your face, deepening the kiss, and yours found their perfect spot in his chest. Then both of you slowly pulled away.

"So you had to discuss with me about kisses?"  you had the biggest smile which brightened more when you saw his upside-down one.

"I actually wanted to discuss which day you can come over for that marathon. As a date, of course." you touched your lip as if you were thinking while your heart felt like it was on a race.

"How about tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow sounds perfect." and he pecked you.

You were thrilled when you woke up that morning, you were going to have your first date with Stiles. He told you he would go to pick you up, but he needed to pass over Scott's for something his mom made, so you decided to meet there.

"Hey Melissa! Is Stiles here already?"

"Yes, Scott is with him in the kitchen helping him to put the tupperwares in a bag." when you both went there, she called your name.

"Do you want to know what happened to that boy?"

"Oh, yeah. I always worried about how he would be."

"Why don't you ask him?"

"Do you have his number or address or something?"

"What are you talking about?" Stiles' curiosity intervened in your conversation.

"A boy I met when I used to live here. Right when my parents had the accident, he was in the hospital because of his mother's illness and I like to think we bonded. Melissa knows him so I asked about him."

"Wait, you gave him a bracelet?" you were beyond confused.

"Yes, it was made of quartz and-"

"Obsidian." he finished for you.

"How do you-" that's when it clicked to you. "It was you?"

"Yes, he was." Melissa interrupted this time.

"That explains why your name was so familiar!" you always thought you had heard his name before even being so rare, you just couldn't pinpoint where. You two headed out to the jeep to enjoy your date

"So you still got it?" he looked sad when you asked him.

"I wish. It broke the night we went to the forest and Scott was bitten. When we went the day after that I only found some of the crystals."

"I'm sorry, maybe we could do another one. I'm guessing it protected you since all of the supernatural started after." you smiled at him.

"Are you sure you didn't give me something made of rose quartz?"

"It was clear quartz. Do you even know what giving rose quartz means?" you were going to chuckle when he replied.

"Yes, that's why I'm asking." you really were shocked, that was the crystal for love and attraction, he was openly admitting his feelings to you. "That day after I met you, I did some research on crystals." he confessed a little awkwardly, clearly a little embarrassed.

"Wow. That's really sweet, Sti." you kissed his cheek. "So I guess there's nothing I can show you, little padawan."

You two made the way to his home talking about random things and the day before, you even told him the part where you met Scott outside, he laughed at your joke and your heart tightened at the sound.

I love my job, being able to bring two soulmates together, as you two. Making the opportunities happen, like the fact that you two went to the same hospital, you going back to Beacon Hills or even you two choosing the matching costumes. Maybe putting Lydia and Scott in his first full moon was a little far-fetched, but it was worth it. Some people call me Destiny or shorten it to Fate, others say I'm a red thread or even a golden invisible string, but it doesn't matter who I am, the only important thing is you two finally being with each other.

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a/n: I almost forgot to mention that this was inspired Taylor Swift’s song ‘Invisible string’ :)

[hometoursandotherstuff]

Ingek73 found this 1900 converted school in Amsterdam and this is the way to convert a school building, rather than some of the slapdash, haphazard DIY “conversions” we’ve seen. This one was made into apts. and the one that’s for sale here has 2bds & 2.5ba.  €2.100M / $2.256M +  €286 / $307 mo. Owners Assoc. fee. 

Look at how cool they made the entrance hall- love the ceiling.

Very nicely done hall that led to classrooms, now leads to the rooms of the apt.

The unit is a 2 floor duplex. 

This is amazing. Look at the loft. 

So ultra-modern with high-end finishes. 

I love this- my kitchen is under the loft, and I think it gives it a more cozy feel.

Sleek gray cabinets with quartz counters.

There’s a spacious and airy lounge.

Beautiful large powder room.

Nice little home office.

Up in the loft is a nice open library area. I like the black ceiling.

They made a nice hallway on the upper level for storage.

Looking down from the library.

Bedroom #1 is the main bd.

And, look at this beautiful bath.

The second bd. is also lovely. 

And, it has its own shower room.

I’m wondering is lining the shower. 

And, finally, there’s this wonderful terrace outside.

https://www.funda.nl/koop/amsterdam/appartement-42122665-voormalige-stadstimmertuin-2-k/

[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.

[softquietsteadylove]

More from the Maleficent one please?

Druig stretched out his wings to cushion his landing. It was familiar, landing among the crags of a cliff side lush with vegetation. He had gotten quite used to the treetop nests woven from branches and leaves.

Thena's nest had been picked out painstakingly. She chose a spot high up, fairly away from most other fae. The quartz in the rock face had ripples that would let an acceptable amount of light into the chamber, while also not requiring her to hide away from the sun. She had already begun the task of arranging glowing moss and flowers along the walls.

Druig set down the fruit he had went out to fetch specifically for his sister. He had been feeling negligent, as of late, spending all his time with Makkari, the mate of his dreams. Thena liked Makkari, of course, and they spent time together around the group fires and all. But he felt he was missing something.

Thena was smiling all the time, her wings were fluttering constantly, like a fledgling eager to take off with every breeze. He had even caught her humming to herself as she collected berries the other day.

"Here," he murmured, tossing a mango gently in her direction. She caught it, but she was preoccupied with her task of arranging some white moon lilies along her walls. He cleared his throat before taking a bite for himself, "looks good in 'ere."

Finally Thena turned around, also admiring her hard work to make the cliffside inlet a home. It was looking like a real nest of an Isle fae. "I believe so."

Druig kept his eyes on her as she took a delicate bite of the mango's ripe red skin. He still couldn't place what seemed different about her, but he was determined to uncover it. "So, how'd you find this spot?"

Thena sat herself on the edge of her bed--her nest within her nest. It was a plush pile of mosses and leaves, enough to soften around her body and keep her from the stone floor of the place. She had even fashioned a pillow out of several bromilliads. "I had help."

That was all his sister had to say on the matter, but Druig knew more than she thought he did. As if he would miss the border patrol fae who had been lingering around her since they arrived. He had been a guide and a guardian for them, sure. But Druig could see more.

He could see the way Thena smiled around him, or how he fed her fruits while the rest of the flock was partaking in roast fish and molluscs. He could see them flying off at dawn, wings pitch white and pitch black respectively.

It didn't surprise him that the fae named Gilgamesh had helped her find the perfect spot. He was a strong flyer, with long wings, probably used the updrafts from the springs below to scour the whole cliff for the perfect spot.

"Hm?" Thena looked at him, prompting him to speak his mind. The two of them didn't always need the exchange of words, but she was asking him specifically.

Druig slurped at the pit of his mango loudly. Thena glared at him and he threw his head back in a laugh. "So, where is he, 'en?"

She tilted her head.

Druig raised his eyebrows, "your prospective mate?"

Thena thought herself so hard to read, and maybe to a stranger that was true. But Druig could see clear through his sister. He saw the twitch of her eyes and the angle of her head and the way her wings rustled behind her. "I'm sure I don't know what you mean."

"Sure y'do," he murmured, finishing off his mango pit and tossing it down in a pile of leaves he would take with him. "He seems nice enough. Friendly guy, good flyer, I'm sure he'd fight for ye if he had to-"

"Druig, no one is fighting anyone," she said with such a tone it hissed from between her fangs. "I have no such...prospects."

Druig looked up at the ceiling of the cavernous nest. It was spacious--loverboy had found her a really good spot. He looked at the veins running through the white quarts, at the flowers Thena had hung and at the wisteria hanging over her nest like snowfall. "Gilgamesh."

All he had to do was utter his name and Thena's shoulders raised, her wings trembling on her back. She set aside the remaining half of her mango to glare at him.

But he was no longer a fledgling testing out his boundaries. She couldn't scare him out of this one (even with that tone). "Feels as if I never see you two apart, nowadays."

"I'm sure you're mistaken about that."

Druig grinned, though. He kind of liked rising to his sister's challenge. He liked riling Ikaris too, but with him it devolved so quickly. Thena was more of a match of wits. "So I don't see you sittin' 'round the gathering fire, just waitin' for him?"

Thena didn't even rise to that bait. Not enough.

"I don't," Druig shrugged, adjusting his own pitch black wings on his back, smaller and lighter than hers, "see you two whispering all the time?"

She rolled her eyes. He was getting to her.

Druig raised a brow; this, he genuinely wanted to know about. "I didn't see him with his arm 'round your back one night after you went down to the springs?"

Thena's back straightened.

"T," Druig made a solemn plea. He didn't like having to talk about this kind of thing. Thena was his sister, as well as the only mother he had any memory of. "You can handle yourself, I know. But...if this seagull is takin' liberties-"

"Druig," she cut him off again, with an even more firm tone than before. She was as good as screaming at him, as far as he was concerned. "Enough."

That was still enough to make him feel like his horns were coiling even tighter against the sides of his head.

"Gilgamesh is not guilty of anything untoward," she stood from her bed to chastise him properly. "And even asking if he has proves that you do not know him."

Druig avoided looking directly in her eyes. They were still wing and wing for who was taller than whom, but he deliberately drew up his posture and made his shoulders wider than hers. "Then maybe I should get to know him."

It was a reasonable argument, but Thena wavered. She kept her expression the same, but something about it made her falter. "No."

"Why not?" he prodded. If some strong arm fae was gonna try his hand at courting his sister he had a right to know! Ikaris would feel the same, but when he pieced together the puzzle was up to the spirits and the skies themselves.

"Drop it," she growled at him, returning to her decorating to busy her hands.

Druig leaned to look past her, tilting his head. "Oi."

She ignored him.

"Oi," he repeated more firmly, walking closer to her bed. She turned, splaying out her wing to keep him away. He pointed from a distance, "wassat?"

She raised her brow at his lack of diction, but she did look behind her at what had drawn his attention. Her shoulders flinched and when she turned back, her expression was completely unreadable. "What."

"That," he repeated, but she raised her wings to block even his pointing finger. He huffed, "come on."

"There is nothing to see," she repeated, but the fact that she maintained her posture of using her wings to shield his view was damming.

"T."

"If there were something there, it would be none of your concern."

Druig's eyebrows raised so high he felt his hair rustle against his horns. His sister was well and truly ruffled over whatever this was. He pulled his wings back.

"Don't you dare," she glowered.

He let loose one strong wing beat. It displaced most of the newer and less secured fixtures of the nest. He would grovel for forgiveness and help put them all back later. But his eyes caught the sight of a pitch black - actually, there was a warm brown undertone to it - feather catching the air just for a second.

Thena snatched it close to her chest and pointed, "out!"

Druig was stunned. He'd had an inkling of what was happening between his sister and the guardian fae. Maybe he could have imagined they were courting in secret, had exchanged a trinket or two. But...but a feather?!

"Out!" Thena repeated, clutching the feather against her heart and urging him out of her nest as if they were still budding fae learning to control themselves.

"No way," Druig shook his head. He would cower in fear of his terrifying sister later. He stepped closer. "His feather is in your nest?"

Thena attempted not to dignify his question with a response, but he was horrified to see colour rise in her ghostly pale cheeks.

It was particularly condemning evidence. It was where she was to lay her head! This was beyond sneaking a kiss or a hand or even light preening.

Druig felt his blood run cold, "has he declared himself?"

He wasn't an old fae of old tradition, but he had some decency. And to his further horror, Thena's shoulders curled somewhat inward, "it's not-"

"I'll kill 'im," Druig snarled, turning and nearly able to take off until he felt his sister's hand bunch up the back of his tunic. "Oi!"

"Druig," Thena pleaded more quietly. That was also as good as screaming at him. She pulled him back into the nest, still holding the feather. "Neither of us has...nothing has happened."

He didn't want to think about what 'nothing' could mean. But he stared at his sister, unusually sheepish as her wings unfurled slightly. "This isn't just some matter of you two tradin' a li'l lip, T. You have his feather in your bleedin' nest and where's he?--has he got your feather on 'im?!"

She looked away, and Druig felt that same feeling bubble up in his throat. He had no business concerning himself with his sister's mating desires. She was her own fae. But the thought of some stud flying around knowing he had an open invitation to his sister's nest and couldn't even pay the same courtesy of displaying that he was unavailable-

"Druig," Thena repeated, pulling him from his thoughts. She smiled, patting his shoulder, and then roughly plucking out a downy feather, "stop."

He sighed. She would just pull out more if he didn't. He relaxed his wings on his back and lowered his shoulders. "When did this happen, eh?"

Thena looked away again, cradling that feather so bloody lovingly. "I couldn't say when exactly. Perhaps we simply...found our way to understanding one another."

That felt so much worse to hear. It sounded like a lame 'magic makes eggs and that's how baby fae are made' explanation. Druig gritted his teeth and scratched the hair between his horns in the back. "Are you, y'know...?"

Thena looked at him blankly. Bloody woman! Druig looked away from the woman who raised him, warmth rising throughout his face. "If he's ever hurt you-"

"Nothing of the sort."

At least he didn't have to bash his head through the wall of her nest just yet. Druig rubbed his hand over his face with a sigh. "Does Ikaris know?"

"Do you think he does?"

Right, a foolhardy question. Ikaris wouldn't know until the day Thena landed with Gilgamesh in front of them, hand in hand, actively preening his wings.

Druig tilted his head again. He could ask questions until he was blue in the face, but Thena wouldn't give up any truly personal details. And he didn't truly want to know them. "Are you happy?"

She smiled at him, like she did when he was a hatchling first learning to ride air currents, or climb in height without them. She nodded.

"Right, good 'nough," he muttered, saying all he desired on the matter. He was quite ready to dispose of their snacks and take his leave. He turned back to her, pointing again. "But I mean it, if he ever-"

"Hey Thena, I-oh!"

Thena beamed at the arrival of the man of the hour. Druig stepped aside, completely devoid of the desire to get in between the lovebirds. He watched her nearly lean in to embrace him but stop herself. Likewise, he could see Gilgamesh's hand float upwards but avoid settling on her back between her wings. At least they had some decency.

"Sorry to interrupt," Gilgamesh said gently. He had a soft voice, for such an intimidating fighter. "I just got back--Makkari's looking for you, actually."

Druig resisted the urge to fly off right that very second. He eyed Gilgamesh cautiously, "s'all right, I was just, uh, givin' T a hand."

Gilgamesh looked around the nest, openly admiring the progress made. "It looks beautiful in here!"

Thena looked so delighted that Druig wished he could fake throwing up (not that she wouldn't throw him from the cliff for it).

"Did you eat?" Druig heard her ask him quietly.

He shook his head.

She nodded, her wings subconsciously rising on her back. Druig could remember a time when she dreaded meal gatherings because of how bitter the fish were here. She looked at him, "after you."

He huffed. She was making sure he didn't have time to linger behind her and give Gilgamesh a piece of his mind. "Aye."

Druig walked past them both, ready to fly ahead of both of them. But the evening sun hit the rock face just so, and he got a glimpse of something sparkling.

Delicate and stark white, folded between the layers of his robes, sat a pristine white feather. Gilgamesh caught him looking and tugged at the top layer of his tunic, concealing the feather once again. He looked nervous.

They both knew Druig had seen, there was no concealing that. But Druig just nodded to him before dropping off the cliff and opening his wings. He would ask him about it later. Or he would ask Thena about it when she was in more of a sharing mood. Or he would tell Ikaris and their middle brother would do all the work of threatening to drown Gilgamesh for meddling in their sister's life.

Or...he could keep it to himself. He drifted quietly, glancing up as two much larger winged flyers passed above him. Gilgamesh flew at Thena's pace, the two of them bending and swerving around one another's air currents, as if dancing. Druig faked gagging on something at the sweetness of it.

[wjbminecraft]

"Oh hey! Armour Trims are in the game now!", or: How I Learned to Stop Waiting and Start Actually Using the Goddamn Snapshots.

Ok so you know how there's a new 1.20 snapshot thing out? Yeah, here's a post showcasing it.

First off, here's how they work;

The slot on the left (which is animated in-game, fading between the outline of a Smithing Template and a Netherite Upgrade) is for inserting... well, Smithing Templates and Netherite Upgrades, the middle-slot (which gains another animated icon when the first slot is filled; the former cycles between different slot-icons, while the latter cycles between various tools and armour-slots) is for tools, weapons and/or armour, and the third slot (cycles through the outlines of various rare materials) is where the nice materials go. The armour-stand on the right displays a preview of your item, but unfortunately doesn't allow you to rotate it.

The materials that can be used as trims are:

Nether Quartz

Amethyst Shards

Netherite Ingots

Copper Ingots

Iron Ingots

Gold Ingots

Diamonds

Redstone Dust

Lapis Lazuli

Emeralds

They can be applied to any armour-type except Leather, for obvious reasons (although I'm guessing you can probably apply trims to Leather using commands).

Anyway, let's look at all those designs!

Sentry

Very generic, but it makes sense since it's the first one listed and it looks kinda like the Trimmed Armour inventory texture.

Dune

Nice design; somehow feels appropriately deserty. The stomach-pattern makes me think of the trap-floor in Desert Temples.

Coast

Ehhh... again, kinda generic, but it probably goes well with other trim designs.

Wild

See above.

Ward

This design made me realise the design on Chiselled Deepslate is meant to be a silhouette of the Warden's head. I like it!

Eye

Haha, eyebrow helmet... the eye-chest is very cool, gotta love character-designs with facial features in the wrong place. Also I'm biased because it has Big Cyclops Energy™.

Vex

Big eyebrows! I also like the more "formal" design down the front.

Tide

If you used Lapis on Diamond for the colours, you could make some pretty-decent Prismarine Armour for a multiplayer server or Adventure map.

Snout

Frogge-eye helmet. Yes.

Rib

Looks bad as a full set, but would make a great accent-pattern for a more distinctive set. Netherite on Iron is basically white-tiger, and the opposite is zebra.

Tower

The trim on the sleeves and boots makes me think of pizza and racing, although it could just be the colours I'm using.

And now, a thing I don't like.

Ok so you know how, when you want to upgrade your Diamond stuff, you put it on a Smithing Table and merge it with a Netherite Ingot? Yeah, not any more. This is how it'll work in 1.20:

See that item in the first slot? That is a Netherite Upgrade. Now, I don't know how how it'll be found, so it could be easy to obtain, but adding another step just kinda overcomplicates it. Not only that, but the process consumes the upgrade, so if it is rare/hard to craft/only findable in chests, it'll be annoying to make a full set of Netherite gear.

But aside from that I'm really excited!

[lensman-arms-race]

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.

[yeehawbvby]

Falling Away With You | Ch. 35*

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Chapter Summary: You blow Seb lol

Author’s Note: Quick warning, y/n unironically calls Seb “daddy” in this one ^^�� It only happens once, and I don’t think I’ll be doing it again, but it felt right for the moment.

For those of you who aren’t into it – Seb’s a super cute soft dom during the scene, which will hopefully make it worth the read!

Enjoy and take care x

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After recharging for a bit, Seb and I went back into the market to check out some of the stalls we missed. Mostly the shop-oriented ones, rather than games or the food tents. 

I finally got him a cooler ash tray for my place. The tray itself is just made out of some kinda stone; what made it look neat enough for me to snag is that it looks like it’s being held by a skeletal hand made of tungsten. 

We got a matching set of earrings too: they’re studs made from fire quartz. Kinda blobby looking, but the color is nice and we thought it would be a good way to commemorate our new fish son. Seb only has his gauges right now, but he’s been wanting to get some more holes poked into his ears, so this helped incentivize that a bit.

Since we got back to his house so late – around 1am – and Cannoli was found safely cuddled up and sleeping with Maru in her bed, Seb said I could just spend the night here. It’s rare I get to do this since I’m usually so worried about leaving Cannoli home alone overnight. Feels weird, but in a good way!

The first thing we did upon arrival was toss Gerard’s new bowl onto one of Seb’s bookshelves – we made a space for it next to his Cave Saga X collection – and transferred the (thankfully still living!) betta in. Then, after a relaxing shower together to wash our days and some sand away, Seb changed into some pajama pants, while I stole one of his tees with a pair of clean boxers. I was just about to cuddle up in his bed when I realized Seb wasn’t following. 

“What’re you doing?”

“I still have some work I didn’t get to finish today.”

“Bro!” I frown. “Why didn’t you tell me? We could’ve just done this all another time, or like, did something less time consuming, or something… I dunno.” 

“What?” He’s pretending he didn’t hear me. I can tell by the dumb raise of his bushy eyebrows, and the way he’s biting back a smirk.

“I said that you’re a bitch.”

“Ouchies. Ya got me there.”

“Shut up,” I laugh, hugging one of his pillows to myself. “I’m staying up with you, then.”

“Why?”

“To keep you company.” Realizing maybe he doesn’t want the company, I shy away a little, looking down and fiddling with my new necklace. “I-if you want me to. I can just leave you be, if you need it, too.”

I hear him huff out a laugh, and look up to see him eyeballing me. “Get your cute ass over here,” Seb orders.

I plop down at his other PC, shifting the keyboard forward so I can lean on the desk. I have my phone with me, and I could play Toontown or something if I wanted, but I can’t help but just stare at the topless emo for a little bit. At his wet hair dripping down onto his scarred ivory skin; the blue glow of the screen against his slender face and soft muscles; the way he gnaws his lip in concentration, as his skilled fingers zoom across his keyboard.

“Like what y’see?” Seb teases. He must’ve seen me from his peripherals. His cheeks are pink as his eyes flicker between me and his screen.

A blush coats my own face as I nod and lazily whisper, “You’re so hot…” 

I’m getting sleepy, but I’m getting sooo horny too.

“Eh, I’m a little chilly, actually.”

“You suck,” I smile. 

Hm… suck… The gears are turning in my sleepy, horny brain. 

I wonder if he’d let me suck his dick right now. 

“I have a way t-to warm you up,” I mumble into the crook of my arm. Way to go, (y/n). Lookin’ like a real expert at pickup-line delivery.

After laughing at my stuttering, Seb asks, “Yeah? How’s that?” The way he purred his words tells me Seb knows how already.

I take a deep breath of determination before standing up and walking over to him. “Scoot over for a sec.” 

He obliges, and I crawl into the space under his desk, sorta smushed between his long legs. Seb chuckles, but makes no moves to stop me as I rest my head on his thigh and trace lazy shapes with my fingertip up the side of his hardening length. 

“Is this okay?” I murmur, moving on to fully palming him through his PJs. The purple plaid pants are soft and woolen, and smell like lavender laundry detergent. Freshly washed, huh? Hopefully they won’t get too dirty.

I peer up, and licking his lips after a quiet breath out, Seb smiles softly. “Perfect, baby.”

Feeling proud of the effect I’m having on him, I move on, nipping at his clothed thigh while I grip him a bit tighter. Fighting off the urge to plunge my fingers down the boxers that are covering my own lower half, I knead his upper thigh with my free hand. 

Once Seb is fully hard, I kiss him over the fabric. Using my hot breath to tease him, I toy with his head a little while my lips “teeth” at the base. His hips are beginning to rock a bit in his seat. I take that as a sign to tug at his pants, and he wordlessly helps me slip them down to just above his knees. 

“I have a question,” I state, lightly toying with his balls as I rest my cheek on his thigh again. 

“Hm?”

Timidly, I mutter, “How would you feel if I called you a ‘good boy?’” 

While I study his face through my lashes and leave light pecks on his leg, Seb pauses his work to think about it. “Dunno,” he eventually responds. Looks a little tickled. “I don’t think I’d really be into it, but you could try.” 

Challenge accepted.

I purse my lips, then salute him. Makes him smile. “You got it, sir,” I tack on while resuming my activities. I cup his balls in my palm, knead them a little, and kitten-lick his shaft. 

“Mm,” he hums, chewing his bottom lip.

Seb’s eyelids flutter, but he’s still coding. 

I think it’s my new goal for him to not be able to do his work while I work. 

Maybe I’ll make it up to him with some coffee or a back rub or something, if he wants.

After dragging my tongue up the underside of his cock, I drop back down, leaving open-mouthed kisses along it when I make my way towards the tip once more. I take my time tonguing at the thick, sensitive vein just below the head; peppering it with kisses while I start pumping one of my hands nearer to the bottom, savoring how he feels beneath my fingertips. 

The rising and falling of Seb’s chest paired with his deep whimpers and stuttering fingers tells me it’s time to stop teasing.

Slowly, I dip my mouth over his lower head, hollowing my cheeks as I settle onto him. By the time the tip reaches my throat, Seb’s hand has made its way into my hair and started tugging. I moan at the pain. His dick reactively twitches a little. 

My eyes are watering as I look up to check on him, and I swear he’d have hearts in his eyes if he could. His heavy lids hood over darkened irises, and a deep flush coats his cheeks. The fingers that aren’t woven into my hair make their way upwards into his and push it back. Exposing his cute forehead, then leaving it kinda still exposed as the water from our shower acts as a crappy glue. 

The way he’s looking at me — watching with his full attention, clearly smitten as I stuff my mouth to the fullest degree with his cock — breaks me. The heat between my legs is fucking unbearable. 

I gravitate my hand that’s not busy on Seb’s shaft downward, into the front-opening of these boxers, and then bypass my swollen bud to drown my fingers inside myself. My eyes roll shut while I moan around Seb’s girth, and the fist in my hair pulls a little harder. 

“So selfish,” he teases. 

I open my eyes and pull him out of my mouth, a deep breath escaping me. “Fuck~ Can’t help it.”

Losing myself in my own pleasure, I lean my forehead on Seb’s inner thigh. I match the pace of my hands, pumping him with the same vigor I’m curling into myself with. 

“Shit, baby… juuust like that,” my boyfriend moans from above me. 

I force my gaze up to him again, and his head is thrown back, his eyes shut while he groans my name through a smile. Feeling bold, I decide to test my experiment out now. 

“P-please look at me,” I mewl. Even when I’m trying to be less submissive, I can’t help but sound like the sub of all time. As Seb grants my wish, I run my lips along the side of his length again. “That’s my good boy,” I murmur through soft kisses to his skin. 

Fuck. That came out too meek. 

“God, (y/n).” Maybe not? As the words left Seb’s lips, they were graced with a wide grin. “That was fucking precious.” 

“Mmn— might’ve worked better if I wasn’t fingering myself...”

Seb shakes his head, he tugs my head upward near my roots, then impatiently lowers me back onto his cock. My brows upturn and a needy whine leaves me. I try to emulate what he’s feeling with my fingers, inserting a second into myself.

“I don’t think I’d like it if you’d said it the way you probably intended, to be honest.” He punctuates his sentence with a hushed curse.

Fair enough. I’ll take it. Mouth full and head empty, all I can do is grunt my response. 

I ease my eyes shut, trying to focus on using my tongue while Seb begins fucking up into me. I give in to the urges to stimulate my clit while this is happening, using my thumb to toy with it; admittedly, my movements on Seb become a little jagged.

“Keep going, princess.” Moaning through the shivers that title sends across my skin, my eyes open back up, and I try to focus harder on pleasuring my lover than myself. “Gooood fucking girl,” he coos, his eyes stabbing my own.

My lids flutter as I desperately try to keep them open. Wanting to finish – since I’m close, and so that I can focus solely on Seb with a clear mind – I pull my fingers out of myself and vigorously focus them on my clit. 

Seb giggles at my loss of all inhibition. “That feel good?”

“Mhm,” I choke out over his dick. I do my best to bob my head along to Seb’s thrusts, but I raise myself off him, gasping for air as my foggy eyes gaze into his beneath upturned eyebrows. “Fuck, I love your cock, daddy~” 

Yoba above, what the fuck was that?! 

The words just kinda spilled outta me… I’d be more embarrassed if it wasn’t almost ready to cum. I rest my cheek on his leg again as I pump him with the same vigor I’m strumming myself. 

Seeming to have liked the name, Seb’s widened eyes roll back for a moment while a husky groan escapes him. “Yeah? Then why’d you stop, darling?” 

Suuuch a good point! He’s so smart!

“I-I’m gonna cum,” I explain as his fingertips make their way to my chin. 

“Not yet.”

Oh.

As if he pressed a button, I stop moving. Depriving myself in an instant, despite how much it hurts to deny myself the pleasure. 

Seb laughs, and the devilish sound on its own makes me whine. “There ya go. Now c’mere,” he mutters, drawing my face to his dick again. 

Holy shit this is so fucking hot.

“Hands off yourself.”

Oh my god.

Dejectedly but obediently, I do as he says. 

“Use ‘em on me instead.”

I bring both hands up to Seb’s cock, lowering them onto him from the top. My movements are shaky from being cut off, but I’m too hypnotized to care.

Seb’s hand is still on my face as he guides my lips around his tip again. It’s slick and salty with precum. The aftertaste has hints of myself, now that my well-used hands have touched him again.

Brows furrowing and lips curling, Seb coos, “You’re too goddamn pretty.” 

The praise makes me reactively hum around him. 

“Open a little wider, baby,” he whispers, his thumb stroking my cheek. 

When I oblige, he tells me to go deeper, which I also do. I gag a little, but my boyfriend doesn’t seem to mind. 

“Mmmshit,” he grunts, his head lazily tilting to rest on his shoulder. 

His empty hand curls into a fist and raises to his lips. The other palm trails up my face and back into my tresses, pushing me down a little further onto him. 

“You able to breathe?” I nod, doing my best to look up at him. “Atta girl,” he mewls, rubbing a soothing hand along my scalp before taking control over my movements. 

I wish I was still allowed to touch myself. He’s so perfect. Knows exactly what to say and do to get me off. Despite not having stimulation, I moan, sending visible goosebumps along Seb’s skin. 

I pick up speed, ignoring the soreness in my throat, and choking back every protest from my gag reflex for the sake of Seb’s pleasure. His self-soothing curses and grunts are driving me wild. 

“Fuck,” he mumbles, before asking, “Y’want me to cum in your mouth?”

Unable to properly respond like this, I lift my face off his crotch. “Yes,” I breathe. Just as I’m eagerly dipping back down, Seb firmly tugs my head up by my hair. “Ah~”

“Yes please?”

Instinctively, I whimper. He’s being soft, yet so firm. 

It’s so cool!

“Yes, please,” I repeat back to him. My voice quivered a bit. My chest heaves and my cunt drips into his boxers as I wait for the ok to taste him again. 

Grinning proudly, he nudges me back to where I wanted to be. I make use of my hands, adding pressure towards his base while using my lips and tongue everywhere else. 

After only a few seconds, Seb offers, “You wanna cum too?” 

I try to hum my affirmation with my mouth full. Comes out as just “Mm” more than anything.

“Use your words, princess. Yes or no?”

Oh my fucking god.

I take him out of my mouth again. A string of saliva still attaches my lips to his cock, though. I lick towards it, closing my mouth on him where the liquid was beading from; gliding a little as I nod, my eyes pleading for him to cum and let me cum too. 

Against the slick skin, I beg, “Yes please.” Before the words fully leave my mouth, I’m already planting myself back onto him. Fucking depraved…

“Mmm, good girl.” No matter how many times he’s said it, that never gets old. I’m his good girl. “Go ahead, touch yourself,” he commands.

Almost too excitedly, I tuck my dominant hand back down, getting back to work. Again, I match my grips’ paces. Seb’s head falls back for a moment before his hazy orbs meet mine again. Dwindled down to a slobbery, horny, blissed-out mess, I gasp around him, doing my best to stay focused. It’s not going well.

“Mmm—“ I lift myself up for a moment to get my words out. “P-please can I cum?” 

“Fuuuck, baby,” Seb lilts, his cock beginning to twitch in my mouth. He quickly warns, “Yeah, you’ve gotta do it with me though, okay?”

My mouth leaves his length with a pop “Yes, Seb— oh fuck, please, faster!” I can barely wait another second as I urge Sebastian to completion, but luckily, it all unfolds perfectly.

He forces my mouth back on him, moaning loudly while he coats my tastebuds and throat with cum; all the while I tighten around my digits, my thighs closing around my wrist and my muffled voice shaking through the sensation. 

Once Seb begins to soften, I have to ease myself off his cock. Jaw hurts a bit, plus I’m all fucked up from my own orgasm. 

Regardless, that was amazing. 

I lean against Seb’s thigh — heh, it’s a little shaky now — and he soothingly pets my hair. 

“Sorry…”

“What for?” Seb quietly laughs. 

“Distracting you.”

Rolling his eyes through a smile, he reassures, “I’d need to be fucking insane if I was upset with you for that, (y/n).” 

Sleepily, I shut my eyelids, letting out a content sigh too. His leg is comfy… 

“C’mere,” he mutters. 

I open my eyes and practically crawl into Seb’s lap after scooting his pajama pants back up. 

He kisses my scalp, wrapping his arms around my shorter form. I meet his lips with mine, and we share a long, cute kiss; lazily knotting our tongues together as we trail soft touches along each other’s faces and bodies. 

I hum against Seb’s mouth before pulling away, burying my face into his neck. “M’so sleepy…”

“Hm.” Testing the waters, Seb brings his arms forward. “I can type like this,” he suggests.

For some reason, the idea of falling asleep in Seb’s embrace while he works makes my tummy flutter and my skin blush. “You sure?”

“Yeah,” he mutters, pressing another kiss to my temple. “I’ll just carry ya to bed when I’m done… or lose circulation, whichever comes first.” 

“Work through the hypoxia like a real man,” I tease. A long yawn midway made my voice sound all funny.

“Quiet, you,” he giggles. 

And just like that, the sounds of Seb’s live keyboard ASMR and absentminded humming-singing combination lulls me right to sleep.

[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.

[evilgabe29]

daily writing day 1: rocks or some shit

link to daily writing master-post here

Yulki sat on her cushion next to her tea table, putting the pot of hot water on the coaster that sat near the right corner closest to Yulki. She began preparing the ceremony, idly remarking to herself that it would have been smarter to set everything up while the water was boiling. Yulki picked up her spoon and shoveled approximately half of the small shards of gangue into the small glass teapot on her left. She poured the hot water into the teapot slowly and carefully. before putting the glass lid on and relaxing.

She had been working double time to get those sales reports done by the end of the month. Thankfully, her son, who worked at the same company as a miner had brought her some rocks that most viewed as useless. but Yulki knew better, sure it didn't give any kind of competence but it calms her nerves much better than any kind of quartz tea. It always made her feel more nervous, like something was smothering her emotions rather than giving them a nice warm bath. 

She observed the tea as the clear blue water turned a nice reddish gray. Clearly this was mixed in with some copper so it should give a bitter taste but not nearly as strong as proper copper tea, that stuff it nearly undrinkable. 

Yulki poured herself a cup savoring the fragrance, it was truly something. She could not understand how people could throw that stuff away to cook under the moonlight. Yulki felt the tea start to cool and took a tentative sip. The sweetness of the gangue and the bitterness of the copper contrast in a perfectly soothing way. This was truly what she lived for. No other tea could match the variety nor the taste that just a little bit of gange could produce. People only cared about competence though. 

Yulki could understand the logic behind that, why worry about taste if you could take a sip of bile and gain super strength. But what did they drink for fun? What did they drink to relax? It was possible that there was something that everyone drank that she didn't know about. And it was possible that some might not like the taste of gange, but wha- Yulki cut herself off there was no point ruminating on what others were doing she should just worry about herself and just enjoy her own tea.

Once she was done Yulki got up to make herself another pot of water sliding open the door stepping into the hallway immediately forgetting what she was doing. Boy was she tired, maybe she should sleep. Yulki made her way over to her room all the way at the end of the hallway. 

Light came from the window, that wasn't a good sign, she could see the moon coming over the horizon, drenching the land in its golden light. Yulki sighed and walked over to her kitchen, throwing her pretension about competence and made herself coffee bean tea. She wasn't a big fan about how mild the bitter taste was, but it did its job. Coffee beans were found to be one of the only plants to give a competence that being wakefulness. 

Yulki grabbed the sack of roasted beans and began pounding them with her mallet, crushing them into small chunks that she poured into her travel mug along with some room temperature water. It will still infuse just not as fast as if it were hot. And rushed out of her house hastily throwing on her work uniform and probably forgetting her wallet too.

this was one of the magic systems that i was going to use for my wip before i settled on what im using right now.

gangue is a rock that is widely consider useless and is found mixed in with other useful minerals and metals, i feel like that's a bit rude so i figured id give it a bit of love

i am not proof reading any of that btw

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