#Crystaline entity

[geekysteven]

[seductivevelociraptor]

This is terrible

Won't stop me cackling at their smug ass smirks

I'm sorry (no I'm not)

[malottie]

after the end, there still are some things that are unanswered

so much stuff actually

how did the admirabilis and gems really come to be ? how can the latter just spawn from a cliff ?

and why was phosphophilite always so unique ? was he always destined to pray for them all ? they're the only gem that can amalgamate so well with other stuff, even non-crystaline minerals like the gold-platinum alloy and another gems' entire head, even imparting her will onto it. does she have a special capacity to integrate what he comes in contact with and that's what allowed them to talk with the admirabilis after they were swallowed ? was that capacity for immense change what allowed them to become human ? is it a necessary part ?

what are really the inclusions and how did humans turn into that, even more while retaining so much of what makes them human ?

how could the gems, sensei and the admirabilis turn into lunarians ?

or rather what are the lunarians made of ? we know the way it is done is by taking their memories and putting them into "lunarian matter" of sorts, like spiritual flesh

why do souls even have a physical form ? are they even "souls" or just interpreted as such ? is it really "praying" if it doesn't include a god being prayed to ? the only place in this manga the word "god" is present is to describe what phosphophilite's final form is akin to. and we know nothing of the criteria for either going to heaven or becoming a lunarian upon a human's death

what's the exact criteria for being considered human ? is it only about emotions ? in the case of phos, they had been heavily exposed to both the admirabilis and the lunarians (synthetic pearl eye) so they were a mix of the 3 elements that (according to the old legends) once made up the humans, but does this have any bearing at all ? and finally, there are criteria for being recognised as a human by sensei, but also by -- whatever system or entity makes it so that only a human (which weirdly includes sensei ?) can pray for heaven for the lunarians

[episodicnostalgia]

Star Trek: The Next Generation, 112 (Jan. 16, 1988) - “Datalore”

Written by: Robert Lewin & Gene Roddenberry Directed by: Rob Bowman

Episode Breakdown

Data gets an origin story!

The episode begins with the Enterprise’s arrival at the colony where Data was discovered. We’re told that colonists all died under mysterious circumstances before Data was activated; as such he’s unable to shed any light on the matter (Presumably the ship that found Data never had time to investigate). Picard figures they might as well take a look around since they’re in the neighbourhood, because what’s the worst that could happen? While on the planet’s surface, the away team discover that Data is the creation of Noonien Soong, a brilliant scientist who disappeared after a failed-first-attempt at creating a positronic brain; since that is precisely the type of brain Data possesses, the team rightly concludes that Noonien finally succeeded in achieving his goal. The team also discover a second android that looks exactly like Data, albeit disassembled.  Since Data is understandably curious, Riker agrees to take Data’s twin back to the Enterprise to rebuild him.

In a twist that may shock you, Data’s long-lost twin (named Lore) turns out to be evil; he’s also capable of greater emotional expression, including the ability to lie convincingly.  It turns out Lore was Noonien’s first android who, prior to being disassembled, summoned a giant crystalline entity from space to consume the colonists.  Somewhere along the way, Noonien figured out that his new creation might be a raging psychopath and took Lore apart before building Data (and also before getting eaten).  Now free to roam the ship, Lore inevitably betrays and deactivates Data, with the intention of signalling his old Crystaline pal to come eat the Enterprise crew.  However, since Wesley is (annoyingly) the most amazing boy in the universe, he’s able to see through Lore’s pretense. With the help of Dr. Crusher, Wesley gets Data back online just in time for the two Androids to duke it out until he can beam Lore into space, (where Picard presumably decides to leave him without any further discussion).

Thoughts

So far ‘Datalore’ has been the best episode of the season. We get some decent world building, a good intro to Data’s evil twin, and nice dose of tension and atmosphere. What’s not to love? Even the moments that feel dated (and there are many) all add to the episode’s charm. There are still a handful of times I had to roll my eyes at specific bits of dialogue, but if the ending had been a little stronger I almost would have considered giving this an extra half-star.

3.5 stars (out of 5)

Stray observations:

Picard’s (mostly) not an asshole: That traumatizing holodeck adventure from last episode must have been more relaxing than expected. For the most part he seems to be in an uncharacteristically encouraging mood towards his crew.

Except Wesley. Picard really lets the kid have it this week. He must still be mad about that time Wesley got impaled and then didn’t die a couple episodes back.

There are some rather pointed scenes where Picard and Co. go out of their way to be exceptionally reasonable and mature about a variety of potentially difficult or awkward subjects (mostly regarding the nature Data and Lore’s sentiency/creation); it would be fine except that they keep commenting on it. My guess is that it’s an example of Gene Roddenberry’s influence, who was known for wanting to avoid depictions of interpersonal conflict between the crew. But personally, I like to think this is a result of HR calling out Picard for his less-than-cordial behaviour from previous episodes, and so now the captain is on his best behaviour, and everyone is acting like it “never even bothered me that much anyway, I heard other people were complaining, but not me.”

Okay I hate to say it but… ugh, Wesley was right. After deactivating Data, Lore masquerades as his brother.  The crew test Lore with questions he wouldn’t know the answer to, but they do it in the most easy-to-evade way.  It’s pretty unintentionally funny, but means the adults were missing what any child should have been able to (and evidently DID) see.  

HAHA! Wesley saves the ship and Picard is like “fine, you can go back to the bridge, now beat it!” Zero apologies of any kind. Excellent. It’s as if even the writers were pissed that Wesley saved the day, and honestly I get that.

[stalwart-spirit]

for the one word prompt list: "confusion" for soleil!

Okay, I thought the last one went out of control but this one REALLY did.

It's a long one, starting on confusion and spiralling from there. Not proofread, we die like men at almost 3am. Mature language, general bastardry and void stuff.

"I don't know how you slept through the night with what happened! Isn't House Delacroix not far from you?"

"It was only by morning when I saw all the guards posted up and down the street that I found out!"

--

The state of the room could only be described as utter chaos. Desk chair toppled, drawers pulled and contents scattered across the floor, it wouldn't be hard to believe if this was the result of a robbery.

But no, the culprit was there, haggard and exhausted. Nothing more than a noble man at his wits end.

Soleil grips his hair in his hands, normally so well kept and maintained, now a frazzled and near tangled mess. Through gritted teeth, he curses. Frustration based in raw, unfiltered confusion.

"Fuck! Who was last in here? The maids? No. They're forbidden from the study-"

It's cold, freezing, that pit of dread in his chest.

Normally there it laid, a filigree lockbox upon the desk. Once containing jewellery, probably some collection of honestly worthless gifts from some previous admirer he didn't bother remembering, now used to contain something that Soleil in his own eyes deemed of much more value.

Years of study, leveraging what good carrying his father's name as the only son to House Delacroix, to get what he needed. Worn tomes that at a glance would seem nothing more than textbooks well past their prime, written by some long dead and deluded scholar. A cluster of bewildering writing, honest to gods ramblings of a madman. To the young lord however, each was worth their weight in gold.

To be caught with such studies would be heresy. Thus, each would be committed to memory, put immediately to practise, before the tainted scriptures were burned on the pyre. All this, accumulating in a summoning from the void, the entity brought forth by the stench of blood-candles and swiftly contained in a crystaline vessel imbued with his own aether.

A vessel now missing.

No one else could enter here. A study passed down to him from his father, his to do as he pleased. Somewhere intended to work on the house's trades, though repurposed into his own refuge of void related studies. There were only two keys, his and-

It's a whirlwind. Door thrown fully open to its hinges to slam against the adjacent wall, hurried footsteps thumping on the buffed wooden floors.

Blind rage is what sends Soleil running to the parlour room.

--

"To think, the Lord of the house slain in the night and his son not in any better condition."

"Oh please, I really try and not think about it, it's just so ghastly!"

--

Muffled words through the rushing of blood in his ears.

"Should have kept you on a tight leash, knowing how much of an arrogant boy are."

Head hurts.

"To think my worry was placed in thinking you'd be off gallivanting and shirking off your duties to this house, spreading your seed in whatever peasant whore took interest in you that evening."

Nails digging into his palms.

"I'll be reporting this in the morning, I can at least show you a modicum of decency by letting you know. Far more than you've ever given me."

Something snaps.

It takes time until Soleil noticed the deafening sound was coming from him, voice tearing through his throat in an enraged scream as he lunged forward, going to grasp for the crystal only to send it toppling downward.

It's as if all light is sucked out of the room in an instant, removed of all warmth and life as both men are thrown to the other side of the parlor from a sudden force, the empty space previously between them now stood a figure; abnormal, oddly proportioned and tilted at an angle, draped in what appeared to be shifting fabric made from blackened, necrosed flesh. An eyeless face takes in its surroundings and finally lay on the two men gaining their bearings.

A hungry maw salivates.

One man stands, one hand rested against a toppled table, the other raised forward, palm bloody from deep gashes from his nails.

"Remember. I brought you here. I wasn't ready yet, but I am now. I can get you what you need."

Soleil's hand now gestures towards the petrified figure of his father, a man barely able to comprehend the sight before him.

"First with him, then more. I know how. If there's none to feed you, you are free to take some of my own aether."

The creature stays silent in contemplation, the passing seconds feeling like hours. Eternity. Until a voice of no discerning source breaks through, surprisingly warm, wrapping around the young lord like lush exotic silks.

"A veritable wellspring for me to drink from... For a lifetime."

--

"Look! There he is now!"

"My, what was it you were saying about him being no better off than his late father?"

"I'd imagine he afforded only the best chirurgeons to look after him!"

The young lord steps out into the snow covered streets, long hair blowing in the blustering wind. All things considered, it looked nothing more than him losing on a night's sleep.

Found unconscious, bleeding beside the body of his father. With the state of the study and parlour, it was assumed a theft gone wrong, nothing more.

In the passing days, he'd take up the mantle of Lord Delacroix, attending to assets left by the deceased, and not long after setting his sights to travel outside of the Holy See of Ishgard, to the adventuring lifestyle not befitting of a lord. Turbulent, necessitating violence at times.

A hunger for bloody battle, insatiable.

[datasoong101]

MY LITTLE EVIL GUY!

LOVE HIM!

little EVIL guy

[mx-lamour]

I plopped all my clerics in one place.

(I swear I must be missing someone. Only five? What? 😅)

Roughly left-to-right (and in order of creation):

Theadoria Blaire - Light domain; granted power by Sune; was a tavern server, 6'1", slender and snake-hipped, Scottish accent, half-elf but you almost can't tell because her hair is so fluffy/curly; would have made more sense as a paladin the way I played her but oh well; one-on-one fought an orc chief (and won); trained for and won a joust; fell in love with a guy who turned out to be semi-undead (and didn't know it) and found a way to return his soul to him; the party's mentor character was inside a ring of mind shielding that she wore throughout the campaign (until she gave it to the villain - plot twist!).

Galea Ptolemov - Knowledge domain; grew up among a cloister of other scholarly priests; follower of our homebrew pantheon's Lorgha, goddess of fate (among other things); didn't know she was an aasimar but was out searching for the truth of her parentage when she got arrested for heresy by an invading army/nation; traded a hand, an eye, and a year of service to what became my favorite NPC of all time (the Bone Fairy) in exchange for knowledge; became a powerful celestial entity in her own right by campaign's end by absorbing the fractured pieces of a truly ancient fallen archangel.

Astreia DuVal - Forge domain; blacksmith's daughter from a little village, went on to join the military; knew Sildar Hallwinter (from the Lost Mines of Phandelver module); made a cool crystaline warhammer in the old Gontelgrim forge (in our Out o the Abyss campaign); we had a running joke (that I don't remember the origin of, smh) where we would call each other "so wise 👀" at ridiculous moments, but by the end Astreia ended up with like a 22 WIS because of the Maze Engine (which I believe was on the fritz and she managed to patch it up?) and then she really was so wise.

Ezra Sunstar - You know my CoS boy, right? Trickery domain (also multiclassed Phoenix Sorcerer); watched by the Traveler. Like Galea, he didn't know what he was (a fire genasi), but unlike Galea, had a traumatic childhood based around that lack of understanding; discovered who his parents really were just to find out they're at least as traumatized as he is; has been a third wheel in just about every circumstance under the sun, which he returned the Barovian sky btw; put Alek Gwilym back together; lost a hand to Vampyr; is adamant that Strahd is not a monster and there must be hope for him yet.

Kipper - Tempest cleric; sweet dumb little guy; loves fish (for breakfast); started following around his bronze dragonborn barbarian friend because he thought he was an actual dragon and possibly a god; has finally started to figure out he's the one doing a lot of this magic stuff (it's really coming from Tempus); his Guiding Bolt is flavored like a lightning breath weapon in-world; his "warhammer" is an old tool from the dragonborn's leatherworking set; has been carrying around and taking care of a large egg since they fought a bunch of harpies and he stole one out of a nest (its name is Oatmeal).

[idonothaveanymorequarters]

So yesterday was a mixed bag. I found this ruined town called Sellia out by the blood bog. I really don't like Aeonia, it's a place you can smell. BTW, did y'all know if you hit those white coral formations, they bleed? This is the worst place ever.

So, I killed this general dude to get a needle, got jumped by a whirly invader called Millicent (need to go back when I'm less tired) then found a cave back behind Sellia and just got my shit shoved in by these three rotting crystaline entities.

Fortunately, I've got a mace that works on those but I feel like I'm in that awkward valley between handling the everyday enemies mostly (you still die but it's not all the time), but anything bigger just rofl's you.

So there's some leveling and item improving in my future.

[myinternetcorner]

self reflection,deception,mirrage,double faced crystaline deceception by entity known as master of deception(of double faced reflection).

Crystaline consciousness master deception.

[xasha777]

In the twilight hours of Niamh, a planet where flora emitted an eternal luminescence, the Council of Aragon convened. They were not bound by species or creed, but by purpose: the preservation of the interspecies peace that had reigned for centuries. At the heart of the council was an entity shrouded in mystique—Zephyr, the Sapphire Sentinel, a being as enigmatic as the veiled history of Niamh itself.

Legend held that the Sentinels, cosmic guardians woven from the fabric of the universe, were born from the convergence of astral winds and the planet's own vibrant soul. Zephyr, with fur as blue as the twilight sky, eyes glowing like twin suns, and an aura of soft light surrounding its leonine mane, was the last known of its kind. A creature of both fur and photons, of both the primal and the divine.

The Council's meeting place, the Glowing Grove, buzzed with whispers from every corner of the galaxy. Delegates, arrayed in their myriad forms, awaited Zephyr's entrance. When the Sapphire Sentinel finally emerged, padding silently on paws of silent authority, the assembly fell into reverent hush.

"The fabric of harmony is fraying," Zephyr's voice resonated, not just in the ears, but in the minds of all present. "A schism in the Veridian sector threatens to unravel the peace. We must act, or we risk all."

A murmur passed through the crowd like a wave. The Veridian sector was home to a wormhole nexus, vital for interstellar passage and the lifeblood of commerce and connection between worlds.

"A rift between the Myceloid Conglomerate and the Crystaline Unity has grown," Zephyr continued. "Their discord is the thorn in our side, the ember that may ignite the blaze. We cannot allow the flames of war to consume us."

The Council of Aragon knew the stakes. The Myceloid Conglomerate, a collective of sentient fungi, and the Crystaline Unity, beings of living mineral, were foundational members of the interstellar alliance. Their dispute over the mining rights of a newly discovered element capable of bending space-time threatened the delicate equilibrium.

"We shall send emissaries," declared an Aragonite, a member of an ancient arboreal species. "Diplomats to mediate the conflict with wisdom and tact."

Zephyr nodded, its mane shimmering with approval. "And I shall stand as the shield, the ward of Niamh and all her children. But remember, the power to sustain peace lies not in one, but in the unity of many. Our strength is our bond, the collective will that weaves through the stars, as indomitable as the cosmic winds themselves."

With a decree of action set forth, the Council of Aragon dispersed, each delegate moving like a stream diverging from a mighty river, carrying with them the resolve to mend the fraying threads of peace. And as the twilight deepened, Zephyr stood watchful, a silent guardian bathed in the glow of Niamh's verdant light, an eternal sentinel for a harmony that spanned the cosmos.

[sourinksoda]

HeartFeller Character Bio:

Caster Senan

The brief overview of his story contains aspects of emotional abuse, and core themes of working through trauma, if those are themes that upset you please do not read further.

[ The sound of crystaline chimes dance on the arid winds, so captivating is her presense yet so out of place. A magenta hue cast on the barely present trail, a traveller steps forward into a journey unknown. ]

Caster [ she/he ] a cursed crystal merchant who has endured the passing of countless moons thanks to glowingly hosting the malice a crystlised entity embeded within her body. He the firestarter that ignited Talen's burried desires, offering fixes to his fears, but when he falls from her grasp, she reappears to have the seeds of his labour come into bloom...

[notavoyeur]

No one asked for this, but Imma tell y'all what I think anyway...

8472 - Not sure how this would work, but I'd be down to try

Horta - Call me a coward, but I don't want my dick melted off. I salute you, brave Horta fuckers

Trill - I was a no on this, but then I thought; could I do it in the lighting pools? Now I almost want to change my answer

Salt Vampire - Easily the sexiest option on this list. Also the one most likely to kill you. Hard pass for me, but I understand the appeal

Caretaker - It was only now that I learn that "sporocyst" isn't just a technobabble word the writers made up. Turns out our Banjo Man is a mushroom. Smash

The Borg - Sexy, but I'd have to be assimilated to do it. I don't even like needles, so you can imagine how I feel about assimilation tubules

Changling - This was my choice. I'm wilth Lwaxana (although hard pass on Odo himself. I'd rather my date not turn into a cop after)

Crystaline Entity - If you can tell me HOW, I'll consider it

Xindi - I'm not sure how sexy a scuba suit would be, but I'll give it a shot. They DO have those arms...

10C - This sex would be crazy, although I admit, I'd like to get a better look at them than Disco offered before I say one way or the other

Medusan - Get me a blindfold and baby let's go

[federationgothic]

[27mice]

crystaline-entity replied to your photo: Fabulous 

Omg where is this from?

Padmaavat (2018)

[yumeniyumeniyumemiru]

crystaline-entity replied to your photoset: kieradoe: climaxtogether: イエノミ!!...

Is there a link to an English subbed version?? I LOVE interviews where he’s all smiley and happy. ��

The subbed version is available on dailymotion: https://www.dailymotion.com/ikonokrusm/videos

Have fun! :)