#Ruby Crystal Palm Stone

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A Dragon's Hoard Part 2 (Yandere Malleus)

Title: A Dragon’s Hoard (Part 2)

Pairings: Yandere! Malleus Draconia x Female! Reader

AU: My Fantasy AU

WARNINGS: yandere themes, dead bodies

Part 1: here

You woke unsure of how long you had been asleep. There was no sunlight in your eyes, like there always was back in the fae kingdom. Deep inside a cave, you couldn’t tell if it was still night or a new day.

Deciding to check for yourself, you swung your legs over the side of the bed and stood up. You still wore what you were wearing the night before- a fairly long, strapless dress made of palm leaves and woven flats. 

In any other cave, you would probably be shivering, your bare arms and ankles exposed to the air. However, the green crystals jutting out of the stone walls seemed to cast not only light but warmth as well.

At first, when you padded out of the alcove and into the main cave, you couldn’t see Malleus. His throne was empty and the piles of gold and gemstones remained untouched. Then, you spotted him, walking towards you with silent footsteps around the corner. 

“Did you sleep well?” the dragon asked you, coming to a stop a few feet away from you.

You nodded, ‘Yes. Um… what time is it?”

“The sun is high in the sky,” Malleus said with an amused smile, “You slept long. I wouldn’t expect anything else, after such a long journey.”

You nodded again, unsure of what to say.

Malleus lifted a black-gloved hand and motioned for you to follow him, “Come. I have prepared a meal for you.”

Knowing dragons were meat eaters, you were apprehensive to see what kind of meal he had prepared for you. Fae were all vegetarians, after all. He led you deeper into the cave and turned into a dark alcove.

In this “room” was a long table with chairs pulled close. There were no crystals on the wall, but there was a crystal standing straight up straight and tall as the tables centerpiece, casting a candlelight-like glow on the room.

At the foot of the table was a gold plate, a gold goblet with rubies encrusted in its carved pattern, and silver silverware. Upon the plate was a variety of fresh fruits and nuts, cozily placed in the crook of a lopsided loaf of bread. 

You could smell the fruit and warm bread from where you were standing and your mouth began to water. You hadn’t realized how hungry you were before seeing this delicious meal set out for you.

“I trust this will suffice?” Malleus asked. When you eagerly nodded, he continued, “I am unfamiliar with the needs of fae, so I will need you to correct me when necessary. However, I have studied all of the species in Wonderland, and know the basics of how to care for you.”

The statement seemed a little foreboding, but you were very thankful for the meal. “It’s perfect, thank you,” you said.

You pulled the chair from the table. There were carvings on the back of it, shapes of dragons in the clouds sticking out to you with great detail. The cushion was velvet-covered and cushy. Taking a seat, you tucked into your meal, biting into a juicy strawberry that spurted juices into your mouth and against your lips, turning them red.

Malleus watched you eat with an unwavering gaze, studying you in fascination as you chowed down on the meal as though it would be your last. Your teeth tore chunks of bread a little too large to be polite. Your wings fluttered in discomfort under Malleus’s stare, but you couldn’t care enough to slow down.

You finished with the nuts, cracking open their shells with the silver knife. As soon as you’d finished, Malleus began to speak, “Tell me, little fae, what brought you to break King Riddle’s rules? Not many fae are able to stand up to the king.”

You hesitated to answer, but finally settled on a safe response, “I didn’t agree with his asinine rules. The Great Ones may have all come up with rules for their descendants, but none set as many as the Queen of Hearts… They’re suffocating. All I wanted was a little freedom.”

Malleus tilted his head, “Freedom,” he echoed, “A noble choice, yet dangerous for a fae.”

You lowered your eyes, feeling the sting of tears in them. It was hard to believe you could never return to your little cottage in the confines of King Riddle’s castle. 

“That’s why I came here,” you said softly, “I thought I could find freedom on my own.”

Malleus chuckled softly, “Freedom is so delicate… oftentimes it is just an illusion.” You felt a little uncomfortable, especially as he continued, “Fear not, you are free from the fae court here. I protect what is mine.”

You met his emerald gaze, “What if I want to leave one day?”

Malleus’s expression froze and tightened. His features grew hard as he said in a deep and rumbling voice, “We shall cross that bridge when it comes to it, little fae.” Then, a smile graced his lips, “I believe that you will find there is no reason to leave soon enough.

The mark on the back of your hand pulsed faintly, as if agreeing with his words. You clenched that hand into a fist and looked down at the dragon carved into your skin.

“I have something to show you,” Malleus said, “A part of my hoard I believe you will find interesting.”

You pushed your chair out and stood up. Malleus was quick to push the chair back in its place and motioned, once again, for you to follow him. He led you even deeper into the cave, passing several alcoves on the way. This passage opened into a small cavern, the sheer amount of green, pulsing crystals causing a warmth that was almost uncomfortable.

As soon as you saw its contents, you screamed.

Skeletons piled high, along with rotting corpses. Whether there was nothing left on the bone, or just a scalp of dead hair or melting faces, they all still had clothing adorning their figures that told stories of what they once had been. 

One skeleton’s bottom half looked like fish bones and another had a spine that curled way too long, coiled over itself like a snake’s tail. Some wore black gothic dresses, reminiscent of vampires, while others wore leather like were-creatures. There were even one or two wearing dragon scales, like Malleus’s black-scaled cloak. None wore fae clothing.

“What is this place?” you asked, your voice barely a whisper.

Malleus smiled and, in the bright glow of the green crystals, his face was lit up in a terrifying way, “This is the most precious part of my hoard. Treasures I’ve gathered over centuries.”

You were going to throw up. You clapped a hand over your mouth and began backing out of the cave, fear pulsing in your chest.

Malleus chuckled, “But these are mere trinkets compared to the treasure I’ve just added to my collection.”

His eyes looked at you with meaning and you let out a squeak of horror. You turned and ran, your wings fluttering madly, too stressed to actually take you off the ground. 

The cave twisted and turned. You could not sense the entrance anywhere, but still, you ran, terror speeding up your legs and filling your muscles with adrenaline. Tears spilled down your cheeks and strange little hiccups left your mouth.

Was he following you? You glanced back and could not see him. While looking back, you rammed your shoulder into a sharp turn and let out a squeal of pain. Stumbling slightly and holding your throbbing shoulder, you desperately looked for the exit.

Finally, as you rounded a corner, you realized you could see a light that wasn’t green. You sprinted out onto the ledge and crouched down. Your wings steadied and you took flight with a leap into the air. 

Suddenly, as if an invisible rope had wrapped itself around your hand, you cried out as a tightening feeling squashed your hand, the dragon on the back of your hand glowing with a green fire.

You were forcibly tugged backward so roughly that your wings folded in front of you and you plunged backwards back into the cave, hitting the stone wall so hard that you heard a crunch as one of your wings was caught between your back and the cave.

You slid down the wall and laid on the ground, panting from effort and terror. Your spine ached, your left wing was slightly bent, and the back of your head throbbed from where it hit the wall.

Malleus walked around the corner and into the sunlight, the scales on his cloak shimmering in the light. He walked over to your crumpled form and crouched down, petting your braided hair with a soft sigh.

“Do not fear,” he murmured, his voice soothing, “I will keep you safe. If you do not leave, you will never know hunger, pain, or loneliness ever again.”

You let out a sob and Malleus’s smile grew a little. “Why?” you asked him brokenly.

“You are the most precious addition to my hoard. More precious than gold or jewels…

…How could I ever let you go?”

[make1wish]

sequal of Sylus: Bloodnight Blaze

Dragon Sylus x Fem! Reader

TW: noncon, blood, NSFW 🔞

*setting: I (a female) was condemned as a witch by the masses and sentenced to death. To survive, I made a deal with Sylus - I would free him from human imprisonment, and in return, he would save my life. A unique bond formed between us. I have a stubborn and competitive personality, and I dare to challenge authority.

Hey guys! It’s my first time writing a fanfic about Sylus, hope you enjoy! :3

The ancient cave's crystalline walls caught the dim light, casting ethereal shadows across its vast expanse. Precious gems embedded in the rock face sparkled like countless stars, their light dancing off pools of clear water that dotted the cavern floor. The air was thick with an otherworldly warmth, a reminder of the dragon's presence that usually filled this space.

I paced anxiously near the cave's entrance, my footsteps echoing against the stone walls. Every few moments, my eyes darted to the cave's mouth, searching for any sign of Sylus's return. The magical crystals I'd prepared for healing lay carefully arranged on a smooth stone surface, their soft blue glow pulsing gently in the semi-darkness.

The sudden rush of wind announced his arrival before I saw him. Sylus's massive form blocked the cave entrance, his white hair gleaming like freshly fallen snow against the darkness. But something was wrong. His usually proud posture was slightly hunched, and dark liquid - blood - trickled down his armor, staining the ruby embedded in his chest plate.

"You're hurt," I whispered, my voice carrying more concern than I'd intended. My feet moved of their own accord, closing the distance between us.

Sylus's blood-red eyes fixed upon me, intense and unblinking. Despite his wounds, his presence remained commanding, filling the cavern with an almost palpable energy. "Your concern is... touching," he murmured, his deep voice resonating through my body. A slight smirk played across his lips, even as he winced from pain.

I reached toward one of his wounds, but hesitated, my hand hovering inches from his skin. The heat radiating from his body made my fingers tingle. His scales caught the crystal light, creating mesmerizing patterns that drew my gaze along his muscular form.

"Don't tell me you're suddenly shy," Sylus teased, catching my wrist in his large hand. His grip was gentle but firm, and he guided my palm to rest against his chest, just beside the glowing ruby. His scales were smooth and warm beneath my touch, and I could feel his heart beating steadily under my fingers.

"I saved your life once," he reminded me, his thumb tracing small circles on my wrist. "Surely you can return the favor?" His voice dropped lower, taking on a honeyed quality that made my breath catch. The way he looked at me - predatory yet tender - sent shivers down my spine.

My other hand reached for the healing crystals, but Sylus didn't release his hold on my wrist. Instead, he pulled me closer, until I could feel his breath ghosting across my face. The scent of smoke and something uniquely him filled my senses, making it difficult to focus on the task at hand.

The warmth of his skin beneath my fingertips sent waves of electricity through my body. I tried to focus on the healing crystals, but Sylus's presence was overwhelming, his massive form towering over me as I worked. Each brush of my fingers against his scales drew a subtle reaction - a sharp intake of breath, a slight tensing of his muscles.

"Your touch is... different today," he murmured, his deep voice rumbling through the cave. I kept my eyes fixed on the wound I was treating, refusing to acknowledge the heat rising in my cheeks. The dragon's words carried a weight that made my heart race, but I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing my composure crack.

"Hold still," I commanded, surprising myself with my boldness. A low chuckle resonated from his chest, and I felt rather than saw his amused smile. His hand came to rest on my waist, the touch seemingly casual but deliberately placed.

"Giving orders to a dragon?" His words carried a dangerous edge, but his grip remained gentle. "Have you forgotten who saved whom?" The ruby in his chest plate pulsed with a deeper red, matching the intensity in his eyes.

I pressed the healing crystal harder against his wound, drawing a sharp hiss from him. "And have you forgotten who freed you from your chains?" My defiance was met with a growl that should have terrified me, but instead sent shivers down my spine.

Sylus's other hand caught my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. "I forget nothing," he whispered, his face inches from mine. "Every detail of our contract is seared into my memory." His thumb traced my lower lip, the gesture both threatening and tender.

The healing crystal slipped from my trembling fingers, but before it could fall, Sylus caught it with inhuman speed. His movement brought us even closer, his armor pressing against my chest. The cave seemed to grow warmer, the air thick with tension.

"Your heart is racing," he observed, his lips curving into a predatory smile. "Are you afraid of me, little witch?" His hand slid from my waist to the small of my back, pulling me firmly against him.

"No," I answered truthfully, though my voice wavered. My hands rested against his chest, caught between pushing him away and pulling him closer. The wounds I was supposed to be healing seemed forgotten as his scales shimpered beneath my palms.

His grip tightened possessively, and he leaned down until his breath ghosted across my ear. "Perhaps you should be," he whispered, his words carrying a promise that made my knees weak.

His whispered threat sent shivers down my spine as his warm breath caressed my ear. Without warning, his lips brushed against my neck, drawing a soft gasp from my throat. His scales were surprisingly smooth against my skin as his hands traced up my sides, leaving trails of fire in their wake.

"Let me show you what a dragon's touch can do," he murmured, his voice deep and resonant. His clawed fingers carefully undid the clasps of my robe, each movement deliberate and controlled. The cave's warmth seemed to intensify, matching the heat building between us.

I couldn't help but arch into his touch as his hands explored my newly exposed skin. The ruby in his chest plate pulsed with a deep crimson glow, matching the rhythm of our racing hearts. His touch was both gentle and possessive, each caress claiming me as his own.

His lips found mine in a searing kiss, stealing my breath away. The taste of smoke and something uniquely him filled my senses. My fingers tangled in his white hair, pulling him closer as his scaled hands mapped every curve of my body.

The healing crystals lay forgotten on the cave floor, their soft blue light mixing with the ruby's red glow to cast purple shadows across our intertwined forms. Each touch, each kiss, built the tension between us higher, transforming our contract into something far more primal and intense.

His lips were scorching, whispering into my ear, "Let me show you how dragons mark their possessions." His fingers gently traced my neck, sending shivers down my spine. Those golden eyes shimmered with a dangerous yet captivating light, as if to devour me whole…

(For the smutty follow-up content, plz go to Wattpad! Love y’all :p

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Munich Gem Show Finds 2024 Complete List

To claim an item, please comment on the individual post. The complete rules can be found here. Please be sure to read the rules before claiming :)

Day One:

Phosphosiderite Flowers

Rhodonite Flowers

Bolivianite Obelisks

Rose Quartz Foxes - Sold Out!

Amethyst Baby Dragons - Sold Out!

Onyx Ravens (see item #41)

Blue Chalcedony Crescent Moons

Blue Chalcedony Raven Skulls

Purple Labradorite Palm Stones

Purple Labradorite Palm Stones (Smaller)

Purple Labradorite Crescent Moons

Blue Labradorite Crescent Moons - Sold Out!

Blue Chalcedony Gnomes - Sold Out!

Firestone Gnomes

Purple Labradorite Circle Pendants

Silver Moonstone Circle Pendants

Silver Moonstone Palm Stones

New Find Included Quartz from Nigeria

New Find Amethyst from Cameroon

Peridot Crystals

Dendritic Opal from Austria

Septarian Eggs - Sold Out!

Large Onyx Raven - Sold Out!

New Find Fluorite From Nigeria

Smoky Quartz from Mont Blanc, France

Ocean Jasper Pendants - Sold Out!

Flower Agate & Pink Amethyst Phoenix Skulls

Blue Fluorite from the Black Forest - Sold Out!

Chalcedony Stalactite - Sold Out!

Ethiopian Opal Cabochons (With Wire Wrap Option)

Day 2:

31. Golden Calcite Spheres 32. Pink Opal Flowers 33. Chrysocolla Flowers 34. Blue Chalcedony Flowers 35. Blue Chalcedony Pandas 36. Blue Chalcedony Spheres - Sold Out! 37. White Jasper Dragons - Sold Out! 38. Rose Quartz Bunnies - Sold Out! 39. Tourm. Quartz Gems 40. Ex. Quality Amethyst 41. Onyx Ravens (Sm) 42. Black Forest Fluorite 43. Tugtupite from Greenland 44. Moonstone Spheres - Sold Out! 45. Quartz in Feldspar Spheres - Sold Out! 46. Ruby in Fuchsite Palmstones - Sold Out! 47. Garnet Palmstones 48. Bloodstone Palmstones 49. Coppernite Palmstones 50. Picture Jasper Slices 51. Animal Carvings - Sold Out! 52. Fluorite Seashell Dishes

Thank you so much! I will periodically update the list with sold out items.

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Crystal Healing and Lore of Ruby (A Dive Into The Stone Of Power And Kings)

The history of ruby is extremely complex and goes back thousands of years. The name Ruby comes from the Latin “Rubinus” which means red. It has been said to ward off the effects of poison in medieval times, and when worn or carried by a king it was also said to make that king invincible. Ruby has so many superstitions connected to it, but how does that affect the modern way we look at this precious gemstone? Especially in crystal healing practices, ruby is a potent stone of vitality, and healing. Some say that although it doesn’t truly live up to the old superstitions of warding off death and disaster, it certainly has a protective and empowering energy. Ruby is actually from the same “family” as sapphire, and pink sapphire and ruby are often used interchangeably by sellers depending on their target audience. This “family” that ruby and sapphire are both a part of is called “Corundum”. The most precious variety of red corundum (ruby) is known as pigeons blood ruby and often comes from Burma. Burmese rubies are rare and sought after by many.

SO; How can you use ruby in your healing practice today? First off, you may already own a piece of ruby in your jewelry collection. Small pieces are no less powerful than palm stones or statement pieces, so don’t be intimidated to meditate with ruby stud earrings on, or a small tumbled piece. You can use ruby for a variety of purposes: boosting fiery energy, working with Archangel Michael (who is often associated with this stone as well as lapis lazuli), healing ego and emotional wounds from your past (maybe take a piece of ruby or ruby jewelry to therapy), and meditating on protective and empowering themes in your life.

THINGS TO LOOK OUT FOR WHEN PURCHASING RUBY:

1. HONEYCOMB RUBY. This is becoming a common fake for ruby, and is just chemically identical to ruby while being man grown and structured weirdly. It looks like this:

2. RED SPINEL AS RUBY. Red spinel has fooled the best of us, even professionals in the past and is often marketed as ruby. Even the Crown Jewels are not technically ruby and are instead red spinel. These crystals are formed completely differently, but look similar in color. However, a way to discern whether you have red spinel or ruby is to hold it up to the light. If its got more than one shade of red its more likely to be ruby. If it’s a single shade of red and lacks that pinkish depth it could be red spinel. There is nothing wrong with red spinel, it’s just probably not what you want when shopping for genuine rubies. Another difference is the density. Ruby feels heavier in your hand than red spinel, although this can be hard to tell with small pieces or faceted jewelry.

3. GLASS. This goes without saying, ruby is harder than glass, as it is corundum. If you have something that is less than a 7 on the Mohs scale of hardness and it can scratch your “ruby” then that is no ruby. It may very well be glass.

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ACT 2: Bringing the Powers back

[EXT. CAVERN PASSAGE – MOMENTS LATER]

[The group walks cautiously through the dim cavern. The stone walls glisten faintly with clusters of deep red crystals jutting from cracks like jagged rubies. A faint hum echoes through the passage.]

Funshine Bear: [Eyes lighting up] Whoa… what are those?

[He steps closer, captivated by the glow.]

Hare: [Nearby, breathing heavily from earlier] They’re healing crystals. Watch this.

[Hare presses a gloved hand to one of the crystals. It cracks under his palm with a pulse of red light, and a gentle warmth flows through him—his posture straightens as his bruises and cuts vanish.]

Funshine Bear: No way…!

[Excited, Funshine Bear runs to a nearby crystal and, with a cheerful swing of his paw, cracks it cleanly. Light flashes—and he laughs.]

Funshine Bear: I’m good at this! I should get one for my room!

Cheer Bear: [Looking to Castorp] These crystals—what exactly are they? Are they safe?

Castorp: [Inspecting the shattered one] They are old… remnants from the early times. Not dangerous, no. They store healing energy, drawn from the earth’s lifeblood. But only if you are calm when you touch them.

Erik Ahlberg: [Dramatically] Stand back, golden one! That crystal could explode at any moment!

[He swoops in front of Funshine with theatrical flair, arms out like a protective wall.]

Funshine Bear: [Blinks] Seriously?

Erik Ahlberg: You are welcome! Another crisis averted by Erik Ahlberg! Savior of the West Ridge! Bell Master of—

Funshine Bear: [Deadpan] The Overreactors Club?

[Funshine Bear rolls his eyes with an exaggerated shrug and saunters away.]

Erik Ahlberg: [Scoffs, turning to the group] I suppose now is the time for formalities. [He kneels, very seriously.] I am Erik Ahlberg. Hero. Defender of Trolberg. And you… are trolls?

Cheer Bear: [Stifling a chuckle] Uh, no. Not trolls. I’m Cheer Bear. These are my friends—we’re the Care Bears.

Good Luck Bear: [Waving] Good Luck Bear. Not a troll either.

Wish Bear: [Gently] I’m Wish Bear. I make wishes come true. Sometimes.

Erik Ahlberg: [Squinting] Care Bears…? Strange name for a militia.

Funshine Bear: [Mimicking Erik behind his back, puffing up like a blowfish] “Strange name for a militia…”

Erik Ahlberg: [Snaps] I heard that!

Funshine Bear: [Without turning] Good.

[The others snicker. Oopsy Bear, overwhelmed by Erik’s raised voice, covers his ears and curls down.]

Oopsy Bear: [Softly] Too loud… too loud…

Castorp: [Kneeling beside him, voice gentle] Hey, Oopsy… shhh… it's all right. Just breathe with me, ja? In… and out… slowly. Like waves.

[Oopsy matches Castorp’s rhythm, calming. He looks up at Castorp, blinking.]

Oopsy Bear: Thank you… I don’t like shouting.

Castorp: [Nods] I know. And you don’t have to like it. You’re safe now.

Hare: [Kneeling beside them] You handled that well. I’m Hare. Nice to meet you.

Oopsy Bear: I’m Oopsy. And this is Wingnut—[realizes he’s not here]—well, he’ll catch up.

Erik Ahlberg: [Interrupting] Are we quite done? If we keep stopping for every emotional moment, we’ll never make it through these tunnels.

Share Bear: [Folding her arms] You don’t exactly strike me as someone who leads with empathy.

Grumpy Bear: And that’s coming from me.

Wish Bear: [Stepping forward, sincerely] We’re not here to slow you down, Erik. We want to help. If that’s okay.

[Erik pauses, briefly flustered by Wish Bear’s calm confidence.]

Erik Ahlberg: Hmm. We shall see.

[They continue deeper into the passage, the crystals glowing faintly behind them.]

[INT. CRYSTAL CHAMBER – DEEP WITHIN THE CAVES]

[The group enters a wide, silent cavern. Massive green and blue crystals stretch like frozen lightning from the ground and ceiling. The air is thick with hums of ancient energy. The crystals pulse faintly, reacting to Hare’s presence.]

Hare: [Slowing to a halt, his eyes tracking the glowing shards] Castorp… give us a moment. I think we can recover here.

Grumpy Bear: [Crossing his arms] You might want to step back. This part gets… weird.

Castorp: [Gazing in awe at the crystalline spires] It is… remarkable. I’ve read of such resonance only in the oldest scrolls. How your kind draws strength from earth itself… Dragons truly are wonders.

[He looks to Hare, then to Share Bear.]

Castorp: And I am well aware of Cynder’s past. But Spyro trusts her… and that is good enough for me.

[Hare nods once. He steps forward to a towering green crystal. Its light pulses warmly in rhythm with his heartbeat.]

Hare: [Softly] Let’s do this.

[Share Bear steps up beside him. She places her paw against the crystal. Hare follows. A surge of light erupts.]

[The crystal splits with a quiet CRACK and a wave of wind rolls through the room. From the swirling energy, a figure begins to emerge—blue, regal, ancient.]

[IGNITUS, as the Chronicler, rises within the light, translucent and glowing. His majestic form floats above the group.]

Ignitus: [His voice echoes like wind in a cathedral] Hare… Share Bear…

[He turns to Hare first, towering and calm.]

Ignitus: You, rare warrior, bear a soul not bound by the limits of others. Within you lie four primal forces: Fire, Electricity, Ice, and Earth. The breath of the dragons past now stirs within you.

[Ignitus turns, his eyes narrowing on Share Bear. She lifts her chin.]

Ignitus: And you, Share Bear… though you were not born a dragon, the shadow once cast over your heart has marked you. You are now gifted with powers beyond ordinary reach: Poison… Fear… Wind… and Shadow. Cynder’s legacy lives on in you—not as a curse, but as a gift.

[The vision begins to fade. Ignitus lowers his head in farewell.]

Ignitus: Awaken. And let your bond carry light through the darkness.

[With a gust of air, the vision fades. The light dies down. Hare blinks, eyes wide with renewed strength. Share Bear stares at her paws, trembling.]

Share Bear: I… I felt it. I felt her.

[Without hesitation, she throws her arms around Hare. He catches her gently, smiling, holding her close.]

[The Care Bears look on, stunned and awed. Even Grumpy is speechless. Oopsy’s eyes shimmer with wonder. Castorp smiles softly, arms crossed.]

Castorp: [Quietly, to himself] The legacy lives on…

Erik Ahlberg: [Storming forward] Wait just a minute! You let that thing talk to you? You’re letting some floating… vision bestow powers upon children?! This is reckless! Irresponsible! What if they explode?

[Erik tries to wedge himself between Hare and Share, waving his arms.]

Hare: [Annoyed, stepping slightly in front of Share] We’re fine, Erik. Back off.

Erik Ahlberg: Fine?! You just made magic contact with a spectral lizard! You could be cursed for all we know!

Castorp: [Eyes narrow. For once, his voice lifts, sharp and commanding.] ENOUGH!

[The chamber falls silent. Even the crystals go still. Everyone turns.]

Castorp: [Stepping forward, unblinking] You speak without understanding. You interrupt what you do not comprehend. This moment was sacred.

[Oopsy Bear covers his ears at the sudden loud voice—but slowly lowers them again, eyes wide in amazement.]

Oopsy Bear: [In awe] Whoa… I’ve never seen Castorp mad before…

[Castorp notices Oopsy’s reaction and gently places a hand on his shoulder.]

Castorp: [Quietly, now] It’s all right, Oopsy. I’m done yelling.

[Oopsy smiles, reassured.]

Hare: [Turning to Erik] We all have a path, Ahlberg. You can’t protect everyone from every bump along it.

Oopsy Bear: I’m Oopsy, by the way. This is Hare. We’re kind of… new at this whole hero thing.

Erik Ahlberg: [Grumbling, brushing dust from his coat] Hmph. Clearly.

Share Bear: [Stepping up with a graceful smile] I’m Share Bear. That’s Grumpy Bear behind me. Don’t let the name fool you—he’s even grumpier than you think.

Grumpy Bear: [Nods solemnly] He’s not wrong.

Wish Bear: [With her usual softness] I’m Wish Bear. It’s very nice to meet you, Erik. I think, deep down, you want to help people too. Even if you shout a lot.

Erik Ahlberg: [Harrumphs] Well… someone has to.

[The group exchanges glances—despite the tension, something unspoken has shifted. A step forward. A spark of unity.]

[bitchkay]

Tino looks like the type of person to get love boners

[Ask received: oct 9th 2023]

oh yes 100%

Bro isn't even really horny for real he's just dumb struck in love and thinks you're so beautiful❤

You're just so cute♡

Tino hands you a box as he sits next to you on his bed, a soft smile as he anticipates your reaction.

"For me? What for?" You said taking the small box in your hand.

"I could not resist. I saw it in the shop window and knew you would love it," You smiled at his sweetness looking at the box fondly.

"You're sure? May I open it?"

"Please."

You place the small box in your lap and lift the lid. Tino watches in anticipation as you remove the wrapping.

"Oh this is so cute!"

In your hands you hold a small crystal figurine in the carved shape of a little bear cub. The stone is green in colour with pinkish purple flecks, scattering of black spots and just slightly translucent. You hold the little figure in the palm of your hand smiling down at it as you look at the details.

"Do you know what kind of stone it is?" You asked running a finger over its head as if it were alive and to be petted.

"It's a hand carved ruby zoisite. Said to represent passion and patience. It holds strong energies offering happiness, appreciation, abundance, vitality and growth."

"Beautiful... and adorable, I love it," you look at the small figurine with fondness, a smile on your chest as it rests in your hand.

Tino always things your pretty but here right now as you accept his gift he thinks you're absolutely radiant.

"Yes... beautiful"

His cheeks warm with affection for you.

After looking at the figure for a moment longer you turn to Tino leaning upwards to kiss his cheek.

"It's so sweet of you to think of me when you were out doing errands, I feel unworthy of your love sometimes"

"Think nothing of it... I simply found this cub to be almost as lovely as I find you."

You swoon leaning into his side hiding your face in his shoulder.

"Tino! That's not fair!"

Oh you were the most winsome creature he's ever laid his eyes on. Tino would gift you every item in world to see you smile with such happiness and love. He lives for your grin and can't bare to see you frown.

Just as Tino wraps an affectionate arm around your shoulder he feels a warmth below his belt and the unmistakable tightness beneath his zipper.

"Uh-!"

"Hm?"

You immediately notice him stiffen (although not in the other sense) and look at him questioningly.

"Tino sweetie? Are you alright?"

"I'm... fine." He clearly was not.

He avoided your eye as he tried to think of anything other than the blood rush to his cock. Hard when your paramour is clinging to you side.

He wasn't even particularly aroused, of course he's always happy and extremely privileged to be intimate with you but this wasn't really the time. Although he will admit when you're together his body is overflowing with love you so if his cheeks aren't flushed... well... somewhere else may be flushed. He can't help it! Not when your paramour is the most beautiful person he's ever laid eyes on... so sweet, so caring, always so considerate, and your smile...

Yup this boner isn't going down for a bit.

"Baby?"

"Yes my starlight?"

Oh don't look up at him through your lashes like that you're going to give him ideas!

"You look a little tense"

You place a hand on his thigh comfortingly. An innocent gesture honestly.

Oh he's starting to sweat.

Only then do you look down at the hand your placed on his velvety trousers, eyes catching sight of the... bulge... the meaty bulge... in his pants.

"Oh... I get it. Want some help Tino? Looks painful.~"

"Oh no no, I couldn't ask you to do something like that, it's nothing, nothing I say!"

You slip down from your spot by his side, to the floor at his feet. You shimmy yourself between his knees, hands finding home on Tinos thighs.

"This is my doing isn't it? Consider it a thank you for the gift. I think you deserve a present of your own~"

[bloomingdarkgarden]

Hi!

Big fan of your work. I'm really excited for the WBITD update, it's such a great story. Will you be updating your Kallias x Viviane story at some point? I reread it monthly because it, too, has me in a chokehold. No pressure of course (:

Hello excuse me, anon who LOVES VIV AND KALLIAS AS DEEPLY AS I?? Marry me. I am so touched anyone at all cares about that story because the worldbuilding I put into the Winter Court is borderline bananas insane. How HAPPY it makes me that it means something to you! I am a method actor writer and I am ass-deep in Elain's head right now, incapable of breaking for other characters. It will happen in the next couple of months, there's just not a set timeframe. Here is a snippet in the meantime:

******

They painted her face dark, her pale blue eyes now shimmering like broken crystals in the black.

The hum of the ancient gods resounded through stone halls.

Echoing, Echoing, Echoing.

One of the generals stepped forward, slicing a cut down the swell of her lower lip. The final, lasting rite of passage to join the winter ranks.

Viviane stepped past him, towards the ageless stained wall towering beyond. A silent moment as she smeared the blood from her mouth to the center of her hand.

“I bleed with you,” she whispered, dragging her bloodied palm over the stone, as ten thousand years of winter warriors had done before her.

She turned, facing the ranks, blood dripping from her lips.

“Cowards die a thousand deaths,” she uttered, “but the valiant only die once.”

Warriors lining the hall released a sounding battle cry, drumming their feet, the deafening roar shaking stone and snow-cut peaks alike.

Revelry was in short order.

But here, now, just for the briefest moment- there was only stillness. Only the vast view from the Rift’s high windows looking across the nothinglands and into the Middle.

Viviane’s face shifted into something cruel, unforgiving as she stepped forward, staring out of that grand precipice.

A frost-edged wind blew northward, directly from her soul into the atmosphere. Whispering on the eve of that black-stoned mountain in the distance that held six High Lords prisoner. Here, on the most accomplished day of her life, she could think of nothing but Kallias lost to the depth of that soulless peak. Nothing but his sapphire eyes trapped behind poisoned bars.

The only warmth on her coldest night, stolen away by a ruby-wrought foreign nightmare.

That cold, heartless bitch had a target on her back.

And Viviane had an unholy arrow. 

“The long night is coming for you, Amarantha,” Viviane whispered into the northern gale. “Do you feel the cold wind blow?”

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List of all SDV and SDV:E (Stardew Valley: Expanded) Giftable Items

Horseradish

Daffodil

Leek

Dandelion

Parsnip

Cave Carrot

Coconut

Cactus

Banana

Sap

Large Egg

Egg

Milk

Large Milk

Green Bean

Cauliflower

Potato

Garlic

Kale

Rhubarb

Melon

Tomato

Morsel

Blueberry

Fiddlehead Fern

Hot Pepper

Wheat

Radish

Red Cabbage

Starfruit

Corn

Rice

Eggplant

Artichoke

Pumpkin

Bokchoy

Yam

Chanterelle

Cranberry

Holly

Beets

Ostrich Egg

Salmonberry

Amouranth

Pale Ale

Hops

Void Egg

Mayonnaise

Duck Mayonnaise

Void Mayonnaise

Clay

Copper Bar

Silver Bar

Gold Bar

Iridium Bar

Refined Quartz

Honey

Pickles

Jam

Beer

Wine

Juice

Clam

Poppy

Copper Ore

Silver Ore

Coal

Gold Ore

Iridium Ore

Wood

Stone

Nautilus Shell

Coral

Summer Shell

Spice Berry

Sea Urchin

Grape

Spring Onion

Strawberry

Sweet Pea

Common Mushroom

Wild Plum

Hazelnut

Blackberry

Winter Root

Crystal Fruit

Snow Yam

Sweet Gem Berry

Crocus

Red Mushroom

Sunflower

Purple Mushroom

Cheese

Goat Cheese

Cloth

Truffle

Truffle Oil

Coffee Bean

Goat Milk

Large Goat Milk

Wool

Duck Egg

Duck Feather

Caviar

Lucky Rabbit’s Foot

Aged Roe

Ancient Fruit

Mead

Tulip

Summer Spangle

Fairy Rose

Blue Jazz

Apple

Green Tea

Apricot

Orange

Peach

Pomegranate

Cherry

Bug Meat

Hardwood

Maple Syrup

Oak Resin

Pine Tar

Slime

Bat Wing

Rusty Blade

Swirl Stone

Solar Essence

Void Essence

Void Pebble

Void Shard

Void Soul

Fiber

Battery

Dinosaur Mayonnaise

Roe

Squid Ink

Tea Leaves

Ginger

Taro Root

Pineapple

Mango

Cinder Shard

Magma Cap

Bone Fragment

Radioactive Ore

Radioactive Bar

Ancient Fiber

Bearberry

Conch

Dried Sand Dollar

Ferngill Primrose

Golden Ocean Flower

Goldenrod

Green Mushroom

Four-Leaf Clover

Monster Fruit

Monster Mushroom

Mushroom Colony

Poison Mushroom

Red Baneberry

Salal Berry

Slime Berry

Rafflesia

Sports Drink

Stamina Capsule

Thistle

Void Root

Winter Star Ross

Dewdrop Berry

Aged Blue Moon Wine

Blue Moon Wine

Aegis Elixir

Armor Elixir

Barbarian Elixir

Gravity Elixir

Haste Exilir

Hero Elixir

Lightning Elixir

Pufferfish

Anchovy

Tuna

Sardine

Bream

Largemouth Bass

Smallmouth Bass

Rainbow Trout

Salmon

Walleye

Perch

Carp

Catfish

Pike

Sunfish

Red Snapper

Herring

Eel

Octopus

Red Mullet

Squid

Seaweed

Green Algae

Seacucumber

Super Seacucumber

Ghost Carp

White Algae

Stone Fish

Crimsonfish

Angler

Icepip

Lava Eel

Legend

Sandfish

Scorpion Carp

Flounder

Midnight Carp

Mutant Carp

Sturgeon

Tiger Trout

Bullhead

Tilapia

Chub

Dorado

Albacore

Shad

Lingcod

Halibut

Lobster

Crayfish

Crab

Cockle

Mussel

Shrimp

Snail

Periwinkle

Oyster

Woodskip

Glacierfish

Void Salmon

Slimejack

Midnight Squid

Spookfish

Blobfish

Stingray

Lionfish

Blue Discus

Baby Lunaloo

Bonefish

Bull Trout

Butterfish

Clownfish

Daggerfish

Dulse Seaweed

Frog

Gemfish

Goldenfish

Grass Carp

King Salmon

Kittyfish

Lunaloo

Meteor Carp

Minnow

Puppyfish

Radioactive Bass

Razor Trout

Seahorse

Sea Sponge

Shiny Lunaloo

Snatcher Worm

Starfish

Torpedo Trout

Undeadfish

Void Eel

Water Grub

Dwarf Scroll 1

Dwarf Scroll 2

Dwarf Scroll 3

Dwarf Scroll 4

Chipped Amphora

Arrowhead

Ancient Doll

Elvish Jewelry

Chewing Stick

Ornamental Fan

Dinosaur Egg

Rare Disc

Ancient Sword

Rusty Spoon

Rusty Spur

Rusty Cog

Chicken Statue

Ancient Seed

Prehistoric Tool

Dried Starfish

Anchor

Glass Shards

Bone Flute

Prehistoric Handaxe

Dwarvish Helm

Dwarf Gadget

Ancient Drum

Golden Mask

Golden Relic

Strange Doll

Strange Doll

Prehistoric Scapula

Prehistoric Tibia

Prehistoric Skull

Skeletal Hand

Prehistoric Rib

Prehistoric Vertebrae

Skeletal Tail

Nautilus Shell

Amphibian Fossil

Palm Fossil

Trilobite

Emerald

Aquamarine

Ruby

Amethyst

Topaz

Jade

Diamond

Prismatic Shard

Quartz

Fire Quartz

Frozen Tear

Earth Crystal

Alamite

Bixite

Baryite

Aerinite

Calcite

Dolomite

Esperite

Fluorapatite

Geminite

Helvite

Jamborite

Jagoite

Kyanite

Lunarite

Malachite

Nepunite

Lemon Stone

Nekoite

Orpiment

Petrified Slime

Thunder Egg

Pyrite

Ocean Stone

Ghost Crystal

Tiger’s Eye

Jasper

Opal

Fire Opal

Celestine

Marble

Sandstone

Granite

Basalt

Limestone

Soapstone

Hematite

Mudstone

Obsidian

Slate

Fairy Stone

Star Shards

Fried Egg

Omelet

Salad

Cheese Cauliflower

Baked Fish

Parsnip Soup

Vegetable Medley

Complete Breakfast

Fried Calimari

Strange Bun

Lucky Lunch

Fried Mushrooms

Pizza

Bean Hotpot

Glazed Yams

Carp Surprise

Hashbrowns

Pancakes

Salmon Dinner

Fish Taco

Crispy Bass

Pepper Poppers

Bread

Tom Kha Soup

Trout Soup

Chocolate Cake

Pink Cake

Rhubarb Pie

Cookies

Spaghetti

Spicy Eel

Sashimi

Maki Roll

Tortilla

Red Plate

Eggplant Parmesan

Rice Pudding

Ice Cream

Bluberry Tart

Autumn’s Bounty

Pumpkin Soup

Super Meal

Cranberry Sauce

Stuffing

Farmer’s Lunch

Survival Burger

Dish’O’The Sea

Miner’s Treat

Roots Platter

Triple Shot Espresso

Seafoam Pudding

Algae Soup

Pale Broth

Plum Pudding

Artichoke Dip

Stir Fry

Roasted Hazelnuts

Pumpkin Pie

Radish Salad

Fruit Salad

Blackberry Cobbler

Cranberry Candy

Bruschetta

Coleslaw

Fiddlehead Risotto

Poppyseed Muffin

Chowder

Fish Stew

Escargot

Lobster Bisque

Maple Bar

Crab Cakes

Shrimp Cocktail

Ginger Ale

Banana Pudding

Mango Sticky Rice

Poi

Tropical Curry

Squid Ink Ravioli

Mushroom Berry Rice

Big Bark Burger

Flower Cookie

Frog Legs

Glazed Butterfish

Grampleton Orange Chicken

Mixed Berry Pie

Baked Berry Oatmeal

Void Delight

Void Salmon Sushi

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Witch Tools | Crystals

“Crystals and stones are used in rituals and spells for their energy and corresponding properties.”

Shapes of Crystals: [Source] [Authors note: The link has MORE crystals I just used the basic shapes most Witches use for their craft] Crystal Uses: [Source]

Ball: Cube: Pyramid

Egg: Heart: Isis:

Geode: Generator: Obelisk:

Raw: Palm: Cluster: Tumbled: Wand:

Ball/Sphere: Crystal that is shaped into a ball from a larger piece of crystal…quartz crystals rarely occurs naturally as a sphere. The Sphere is associated with Harmony, scrying, even energy all around.

Crystal Pyramid: Manifestation, intently focused energy. prosperity.

A crystal shaped like a pyramid, it has four equal triangular sides that meet to a point with a flat square base. It’s effective for amplifying energy. *Egyptian used the pyramids to send the pharaoh's soul straight to the gods. Crystal Generators and Obelisks are 2 shapes that are often confused with one another, just count the number of sides. A generator has six equal sides and an Obelisk has four. Generators, Obelisks and Pyramids are great shapes to direct/amplify energy. Better used in crystal grids, as it will amplify/boost energy. 

Crystal Wands: Healing and rituals, moving/directing energy.

Crystal wands have many uses, they can be used for massage therapy (eg a massage wand), acupressure and reflexology. They can also be used to direct energy in a certain direction, draw negative energy away from you and to activate crystal grids. Crystal wands can be used for chakra healing.

Crystal Eggs: Balance, Fertility, healing

The pointed end of an egg shaped crystal is often used by practitioners of acupressure, reflexology and massage. Similar to spheres, crystal eggs are a great shape to hold whilst meditating. Crystal eggs represent fertility, birth and new beginnings.

Cluster: A group of crystals growing together having many points and sharing the same base clusters rapidly radiate energy in all directions. The cluster radiates energy, meditation and unity.

Crystal Cube: consolidates energy, grounding and meditation, connects to the energy of the earth.

Tumbled: Gentle, constant energyRaw: Strong, Sporadic, pure energy.Double Terminated/Twin: Receives and emits energy transmits informationPalm: Grounding, healing, “Worry stone.”

Isis: Feminine energy, healing emotional, hurt and distress.Geode: Amplifies, conserves and releases energy, internal healing.

Crystal Heart: Sends love across time and space.Crystal Points, Generators and Obelisks: Energy amplifier, six facets

There are 219 Crystals [And I do not have the time or energy to go over ALL of them when we Wiccans can’t use/afford that many, and so we’ll only cover the basics/most used Crystals.

So other than Shapes that signify the ‘power’ of the crystal, what about a specific use? So here is a list of most common crystals that I have seen, that was recommended by other witches or popped up in my readings.

 Amethyst | Azurite  | Ametrine  | Aquamarine  |  Agate  |  Amazonite  | Bloodstone  |  Beta  |  Black Obsidian  |   Bismuth  | Chinese writing rock, chrysoprase, Chrysoprase, Citrine, Clear Quartz,  Dream Quartz, Danburite, diamond, Dalmation Stone Fluorite. | Garnet. Herkimer Diamond | Hematite | Jasper | Jade | Kyanite | Kunzite Lepidolite/Lapis Lazuli, Labradorite Malachite | Nephrite | Opal | Onyx | Pink Opal  |   Peridot  |  Rose Quarts  |  Rhodonite, Ruby | Sardonyx  |  Selenite, Sapphire, Sunstone, Smoky Quartz, Scolecite, seraphinite | Topaz | Tigers Eye  |  Tourmaline  |  Zoisite

*Clear Quartz: A substitute in case you can’t use a specific crystal for an intention or spell.

What you NEED to KNOW!

*Need to KNOW

Be VERY careful with crystals. Not ALL of them can be in direct sunlight and not ALL can be placed in water. Some Crystals are sun/water types and if you need to charge them or use them make sure you know which is which!

Crystals that will dissolve or have a chemical reaction when exposed to water. ____________________________________________________________

No Water: Angelite, Azurite, Calcite, celestite, flourite, hematite, kyanite, leoidolite, malachite, mica, pyrite, selenite, turquoise. No Sun: Amber, Amethyst, Aquamarine, Beryl, Celestite, Chrysoprose, Citrine, Flourite, Kunzite, Opal, Rose Quartz, Sapphire, Smoky Quartz, Topaz. Safe In Water: Agate, Amber, Amethyst, Apatite, aventurine, Citrine, Clear Quartz, Jasper, Moonstone, Rose Quartz, Smoky Quartz. ___________________________________________________________

-> Page Two "Cleansing VS Charging."

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A Guide to Selenite Cleansing Crystal and Ethically Sourced Crystal Set

Healing crystals have been revered for centuries for their mystical and spiritual properties. At Metalicious.com, we bring you an exquisite collection of ethically sourced healing stones. This post will explore the enchanting world of crystals, focusing on Selenite cleansing crystals, ethically sourced crystal sets, Rose Quartz heart stones, Anxiety calming gemstones, Rainbow Moonstone crystals, Ruby Crystal palm stone, and self-love gemstone kits. Discover the magic and healing powers these crystals can offer.

The Purifying Light: Embracing the Selenite Essence

Selenite is a powerful crystal known for its cleansing and purifying properties. It is believed to dispel negative energy and promote clarity of mind. With its ethereal glow, Selenite Cleansing Crystal creates a serene ambiance, making it ideal for meditation and spiritual practices.

Harmony in a Collection: The Significance of Ethical Sourcing

Our ethically sourced crystal sets are carefully curated to ensure each crystal is sustainably and responsibly obtained. Embrace the harmonious energy of crystal combinations, carefully selected to enhance specific intentions.

l  The Stone of Love: Opening the Heart Chakra

Rose Quartz Heart Stone, the stone of unconditional love, is believed to open the heart chakra, fostering love, compassion, and self-acceptance. Its gentle pink hue exudes a calming and comforting aura.

 Finding Inner Peace: Crystals to Soothe Anxiety

Anxiety calming gemstones, such as Amethyst, Blue Lace Agate, and Lepidolite, are known for their calming and grounding properties. Embrace their soothing energy to find tranquility during stressful times.

Embrace the Divine Feminine: Tapping into Intuition

Rainbow Moonstone Crystal, with its iridescent glow, is associated with divine feminine energy and intuition. It is believed to enhance intuition and provide emotional balance.

The Stone of Passion: Igniting Passion and Vitality

Ruby, the stone of passion and vitality, is said to stimulate the heart chakra and ignite a sense of passion for life. Ruby Crystal Palm Stone Embraces its vibrant energy for enhanced motivation.

Conclusion

The world of healing crystals is a fascinating realm of energy and spirituality. Each crystal offers unique magic, from the purifying Selenite to the heart-opening Rose Quartz and the calming influence of anxiety-calming gemstones. Metalicious.com is dedicated to providing ethically sourced and powerful healing crystals to enhance your well-being.

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Ruby Stone Meditation: How to Use It for Positive Energy

Individuals have valued ruby stone as a red gemstone which holds one of a kind spiritual and astrological significance consistently. Individuals portray Ruby stone as a gemstone that improves energy levels and lifts certainty and draws in affection and achievement. Your spiritual practice acquires critical positive changes by adding affirmed normal ruby stone to your crystal gazing practice whether you reflect with them or wear them as ruby rings.

Benefits of Ruby Stone Meditation

With regards to soothsaying Ruby stone relates with the crucial energy found in the Sun which connotes desire and authority close by energy. Thinking with a ruby stone can help:

Increment self-assurance and inspiration

Upgrade concentration and clearness

Fortify close to home flexibility

Adjusting the heart chakra through this stone practice will pull both love and positive energy toward your life.

Safeguard against negative energies

How to Use Ruby Stone for Meditation

To harness the energy of a certified natural ruby stone for astrology, follow these simple steps:

Pick the Right Ruby

An excellent authorized normal ruby stone ought to be chosen since it gives both validness and powerful viability. A genuine ruby conveys recuperating vibrations into your meeting while at the same time controlling up your meditation practice.

Set up a Quiet Space

Recognize an undisturbed spot that meets your meditation needs. Find a fitting seating position while you light candles or incense to establish unwinding in your current circumstance.

Hold the Ruby Stone

Wearing your ruby ring on your ring finger permits you to get the most extreme energy from its power. Put the ruby underneath your palm or put it at your heart to encounter a more noteworthy impact.

Center around Your Expectations

Look upward so your eyes stay shut during profound careful breaths. Lay out your objective for the custom by opting for confidence, certainty or love-achievement. You ought to see your ruby stone produce red light that will carry positive energy to your body.

Serenade or Confirm

You can improve your meditation by either reciting the Sanskrit mantra "Om Suryaya Namah" for the Sun god while staying centered. Then again you can state useful certifications, for example, "I keep up with complete certainty and bountiful energy."

Feel the Energy

Endure ten to fifteen minutes contemplating while at the same time allowing ruby energy to match your vibrational state. At the end express appreciation then stir step by step from meditation.

By consolidating ruby stone in your meditation practice you can change your life and easily make both progress and energy.

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[rizzrack]

Rizzrack stared wordlessly to where Nortrom had gestured before walking off. His impassive words were like a cold splash of water that shocked his sobs to silence.

Accept responsibility. Accept responsibility! Wasn’t this what he was trying to do?

He wavered on his feet finding himself in a dizzying reality. He was insane, but only because the world was too. This isn’t his world and it never will be. Yet he had no hope in ever going back to his own. The struggle to return to his known was ironically destroying any chance that he ever could.

Rizzrack approached the glowing pile and carefully picked the materials away, revealing the ruby colored stone. It now glowed brighter than before, and he knew why. It was as if the stone itself was approving of his actions… He knelt down and hesitantly reached for it, then picked it up slowly.

It was warm to the touch, even more so without the gloves he had always worn. Heat radiated from his palms down to his wrists and faded into chilling waves at the elbows. This stone was made of blood. By death it was fed, and in turn it stoked his own fire, the consuming hunger not for revenge, but for meaning.

Rizzrack peered into its crystal core. The things he went through, things he had to do, the people who suffered because of him, the people lost… it had to mean something. It had to mean something, for the stone demanded it. A twin warmth began to swell in his heart until it nearly ached. The stone whispered a reminder of what Rizzrack wanted to forget, a reminder that it would forever be a part of him.

The bloodstone shook in trembling hands that struggled to hold it. It felt so, so heavy, filled with an impossible energy he could never hope to release. This stone, like everything else, was cursed. It was cursed so that he could never part with it. At least not so willingly. Like everything else he’d knew it’d find a way back to him just as it did now. The desperation he had when he thought he lost it reminded him of what a pathetic joke he was. All things happened beyond his control.

Just like this very next act.

Rizzrack stood and walked over to the first hardest object he saw: the Silencer’s glaive. At first his thoughts went quiet as they manifested into action, but as he lifted his arms and raised the stone above is head, the voice inside began to question what he was about to do. Impulse had taken over. Eyeing the center rim of the glaive, his arms swung the stone down and whispers of doubt suddenly screamed out in horror and regret. His hands grasped, but it was too late. The act was already in motion, and inertia slipped the stone through his fingers.

From within the tent that Nortrom tended to himself with, a ripple of warmth flashed through in a glowing soft light. It immediately darkened again, but the sensation of warmth lingered, as one would feel laying in the sunlight. The throbbing aches that he felt quickly numbed to a more tolerable soreness.

Despite the mounting bruises, lacerations, and other injuries: the fight persisted. For much of the altercation they were on a mostly equal footing, but Nortrom could tell he was at a disadvantage in strength and possibly experience. Hand to hand combat was not something he did often, nor something he opted to train beyond the basics.

That disadvantage came to a head when he found himself pinned, the weight of the other man forcing one of his arms down between a knee and his own torso, and the other held by hand. As for the one free hand belong to the druid? It had found Nortrom's face, again and again, taking full advantage of his sudden lack of mobility.

He tried to kick his legs forward, buck upwards, anything to get the other off ballance, but instead found his ears ringing and sight blurring. Blood splattered beteen them both, with some collecting down his throat, but any coughs were cut short by yet another blow. So this is how it ends huh? So be it, he went into this knowing full well the consiquence of loss, and couldn't concentrate on the thought anyhow.

The punching relented, less hits, less strength. From swolen eyes he looked up at the form, silhoutted by the moon. Great- was he going to draw this out? Most likely had a rant to give and gloating to do before finishing things... How annoying. Slowly, the Silencer realized the motions of convulsion were not his own breaths but from the Savatos; that the blood now soaking his shirt was dripping from above.

Confused, he managed to forcefully shift the held hand away, again noting the druid's grip had gone slack. With nothing left to stabalize his front, Savatos fell to the side and off Nortrom, with a wet slap. In his place, it was Rizzrack now standing above him, painted in macabre hues of red.

Nortrom was still disoriented. He was unable to process just what the hell had happened right away, each beat of his own heart ringing between his ears and throbbing at every sustained injury. Laboured breaths counted the seconds before he finally moved, painfully shifting to sit up with a grunt. Again he looked at Rizzrack, then the body of the druid. At this angle, he could see the destroyed flesh of the back, rivers of blood cascading into pools now feeding the earth.

A hiss forced it's way past his clentched teeth, inturupted by an aching cough from blood still running down his throat from a broken nose. Despite the fact his life had just been saved, his responce came in anger still overflowing from the fight just seconds ago.

"What- the- HELL, Rizzrack?"

[m1d-45]

small miracles

summary: washed up on the sands of ritou, inazuma’s famous helper lends you a hand.

word count: ~2k

-> warnings: n/a, just standard imposter au things. you are on the run, technically. very minor gore i guess(like veeeery tiny)

-> lowercase intended!

< masterlist > || second part >>

dirt collapses beneath your feet, your torn shoes skidding on the edge of the cliff north of liyue harbor. you can hear the waves lap at the rock thousands of feet below you, layered under the huffs of the people in front of you.

steel blades shine in the hot sun, the millelith wielding them just as fierce. you can see the hatred in their eyes, the need for your end, whether by the spears in their hand or the waters behind you. the only reason they haven’t struck is because of the woman behind the ring of them.

a dark oak pipe balances on the tip of ningguang’s finger, her eyes as sharp as their ruby hue. she lets it tip to one side, her head following the tilt, before she spins it back into her palm. every action is defined with grace, not so much as a hair out of place. every golden ornament shows off her prestige, her power, how without even lifting a finger she has you pinned in place against a cliff.

perhaps if you weren’t at risk of dying, you might feel different about it.

one of the millelith asks if they’re allowed to strike. the red tassel on her forehead swings as she shakes her head.

“no. this fake is not worth liyuen metal.” ningguang tucks the pipe away in a smooth motion, crossing one arm over her chest to rest the opposite elbow on it. a clawed finger swipes an invisible hair back into place on her bangs. “send them to the sea. their bones will serve as an excellent toothpick for osial.“

well, that was a horrific visual.

in an instant, the millelith spin their spears around, careful to keep the blades away from themselves and each other to jab to dull ends at you. behind them, ningguang barely looks fazed, examining a geo crystal in her hand. you know the nonchalance is manufactured, a subdued silence, but that doesn’t make it any better. she doesn’t care that she’s sending you to your death. she knows it, wants it, and what would the millelith be if they couldn’t remove one person from the tianquan’s presence?

your left foot is standing half on air. the part that is on ground is shaky, uncertain, dirt nowhere near as stable as stone.

you risk a look at ningguang.

ruby eyes are the last thing you see before you fall.

you wake up on a beach, sandy and exhausted. invisible wounds bleed harder as sand gets into them as you sit up to look around. your clothes are hard with saltwater, and it’s a miracle you made it here alive. though teyvat has been kind, fruit and clean water always within reach, you didn’t think that you would live long enough to hit land.

you stand—nearly falling—and shake out as much sand as you can, looking around. across the sea is a small island, within swimming range, but youre not inclined to explore when your limbs still feel so heavy. to your right, the beach narrows off, overtaken by the cliff behind you, but it seems to open up more to the left.

you decide to stumble that way, passing a spike of driftwood, and stop just as quickly.

you can see green roofs of houses, spires and what is maybe a watchtower in the distance, the architecture familiar. red and orange trees are interspersed between them, and your hopes fall.

you’d hoped you were in the stone forest. you’d hoped that you’d have a chance, knowing the abundance of hilichurls on the small islands, but now you’re…

you start walking, hoping to find some clues to prove your hunch wrong.

you see an okay looking boat, but youre preoccupied by the path branching to the left. wooden boards seem to make a walkway, and you step over them on your way inside. theres a small tent, a lantern, a block of supplies and a cooking pot. in the tent is a bed fashioned of hay, but embers light up the wood beneath the pot.

it would be a cozy enough place to stay, but you can’t risk whoever owns it coming back.

you head back the way you came and continue towards the city. the sand slides beneath your ragged shoes, but theres flowers following the breeze in the grass near the cliff. purple and a soft blue, they distract you long enough that a guard walks to their post further down the beach.

oh.

oh no.

you recognize the uniform, and the logo of the tenryou commission embossed on the armor. if inazuma is the same as any other nation—likely worse, considering the way its run—you need to avoid those guards at any cost.

you look to the cliffside. its steep, too steep to climb when youre still soaked from the sea.

you sigh, and decide to find another way up.

youre not quite sure how none of the guards saw you, but under the dwindling light of dusk, you manage to make to the southern(?) outskirts of what appears to be ritou.

…not that that means anything. you still don’t know how to get off the island, and trying to forcibly get deported will only result in an arrest. though there’s a food cart that most certainly can see you, the worker didn’t report you to the guards when they passed. you don’t remember her name, but know she sells some kind of food. maybe a fish dish? or was it egg? not that it matters, food is food, and if you’re lucky you’ll have enough mora for some.

you sit against a wall, checking your pockets. most of your stuff was either stolen or lost to sea, but your mora was still securely tied to your waist. after checking twice that you were out of people’s line of sight, you started to count, stacking the coins in piles of 10 on the grass in front of you. after a hundred, you moved them into one bigger pile.

you had more than you expected. though your pouch always seemed to weigh about the same, you didn’t think you could fit almost three thousand mora inside- or that you even had that. then again, chests typically had a few hundred, and you’d been pretty lucky in mondstat…

you set aside five hundred and hope it’s enough, but knowing teyvat’s economy… if salt was 60 mora, who knew how much you’d need?

whatever the case, you needed to eat. cradling the coins against you as you attach your pouch back at your waist, the go to move for the food stall.

your plans are dashed the second you stand.

a familiar face walked up the path towards the food stall, but quickly diverted towards you.

shit.

you step away, behind a tree, hoping against hope that he’d only seen somebody next to you instead of-

“hello there!”

you jump at how quickly thomas voice appeared at your side, taking another step back.

shit. that’s definitely him. weird horn headpiece, blonde hair, too-short jacket, dog tags and all.

you lick at your lips. they taste of salt. “hi?”

you hate how shattered your voice is. how quiet and rough it’s gotten.

“hey! i’m thoma.” he extends a hand, the small ribbon on the back of his glove rippling in the soft breeze. “it’s nice to meet you!”

you hesitate. it feels like you do a lot of that lately.

you remember him being affiliated with the kamisatos, which means he’s almost certainly heard of everything you’ve been accused of. but… there’s no way he would come up to you so casually if that was the case, right?

you want to trust him. you do. but there hasn’t been anybody else yet that you could.

carefully, you meet his hand with your own weak grip. the cloth on his gloves is leather, unsurprisingly, and though it is cold with the dusk chill, his fingers are warm. you have a feeling it’s from his vision, and your mind flickers to the last time you slept by a fire.

it’s been months.

“oh, you’re freezing! what are you doing outside?” his voice jumps a few octaves and his hand tightens around yours. “oh jeez, you’re going to catch a cold if you’re not careful. what are you doing without a coat in the middle of winter?“

is it winter? you don’t really remember the last time you knew the date for certain, but if that was true, then it was bad news. the clothes you wore you got from hilichurls and abyss mages, but the main enemies in inazuma were nobushi…

your worry must show on your face, because thoma’s frown deepens.

“now that i look at you… you’re not from inazuma, are you?”

you shake your head no.

“oh no… did you get caught up in the outlander affairs agency? they haven’t gotten any better after the decree, have they….”

“no, i-“ you cut yourself off with a coughing fit, tasting a bitter mixture of salt, blood, and bile climb up your throat. it’s disgusting, and alarmingly salty. you must have drank more ocean water than you meant to; it’s a wonder you didn’t choke on the trip over.

(how did you make it over? the distance from liyue to inazuma was too large for you to have simply floated, surely? but didn’t thoma himself float over?)

thoma’s other hand lands between your shoulder blades, patting lightly. “hey, it’s okay. it’s good you haven’t ran into the agency, but that cough doesn’t sound good at all…”

you adjust the tattered mask on your face, straightening and doing your best to look like you haven’t been on the run. “i’ll be fine.”

your chest tightens with the need to cough, but you set your jaw. you can’t afford to get involved with the yashiro commission. you’re certain the mora clutched in your grip is enough to buy you a decent meal and—alongside the rest of it—some kind of warm herbal tea.

gentle green eyes catch the money in your palm and widen. you can see the gears clicking inside his head, and he speaks before you can.

“is that all the mora you have?”

“i-“

“and you don’t even have a- ah, i can’t leave you out here like this. could you come with me to the teahouse? there’s a waypoint just inside ritou, and i’d feel a lot better if i could get you some tea and clean clothes. it won’t be the fanciest, but i know there’s some spare sets and anything would be better than risking an illness. inazuman winters aren’t kind, and the shogun hasn’t been in the best mood as of late.”

the pros and cons weigh in your head. you could go with somebody you know is kind, and get what is certainly good food and hot drinks with clean clothes to boot. or, you could risk walking into a trap with, arguably, one of the most influential people in the yashiro commission at least, if not all of inazuma. it’ll either be the best choice you’ll ever make, or one that’ll land you in front of tenshukaku in chains.

thoma picks up on your hesitation, taking his hand off your shoulder and giving you space, though he keeps your hands linked. “can i at least bring you some dinner, then, if you don’t want to come with me? or a blanket? or- or something?“

he’s awfully worried for somebody he just met. you’re not sure if his determination is evidence of his benevolent nature, or if he’s trying to make you trust him as he calls over some shogunate soldiers.

…you also can’t decide if it’s your desperation for connection with somebody you can rely on or your need for a better environment that makes you agree.

maybe his bright smile has something to do with it. or the comforting warmth in his hands as he leads you away? maybe it’s the way he holds you tightly against him after you ask to go to the teahouse and are nearly sick coming out of the teleporter.

or maybe, by chance, it’s the light in his eyes when you say ‘thank you’.