#and same with grape agate

[andwithinme]

Purple gay horses

[greenwitchcrafts]

September 2024 Witch Guide

New Moon: September 2nd

First Quarter: September 11th

Full moon: September 17th

Last Quarter: September 24th

Sabbats: Mabon- September 22nd

September Harvest Moon

Also known as: Autumn Moon, Child Moon, Corn Harvest Moon, Falling Leaves Moon, Haligmonath, Leaves Turning Moon, Mating Moon, Moon of Brown Leaves, Moon When Dear Paw the Earth, Rutting Moon, Singing Moon, Wine Moon, Witumanoth & Yellow Leaf Moon

Element: Earth

Zodiac: Virgo & Libra

Nature spirts: Trooping Faeries

Deities: Brigid, Ceres, Chang-e, Demeter, Freya, Isis, Depths & Vesta

Animals: Jackal & snake

Birds: Ibis & sparrow

Trees: Bay, hawthorn, hazel & larch

Herbs: Copal, fennel, rye, skullcap, valerian, wheat & witch hazel

Flowers: Lily & narcissus

Scents: Bergamot, gardenia, mastic & storax

Stones: Bloodstone,carnelian, cat's eye, chrysolite, citrine, iolite, lapis lazuli, olivine, peridot, sapphire, spinel(blue), tourmaline(blue) & zircon

Colors: Browns, dark blue, Earth tones, green & yellow

Issues, intentions & powers: Confidence, the home, manifestation & protection

Energy: Balance of light & dark, cleaning & straightening of all kinds, dietary matters, employment, health, intellectual pursuits, prosperity, psychism, rest, spirituality, success & work environment

The full Moon that happens nearest to the fall equinox (September 22nd or 23rd) always takes on the name “Harvest Moon.” Unlike other full Moons, this full Moon rises at nearly the same time—around sunset—for several evenings in a row, giving farmers several extra evenings of moonlight & allowing them to finish their harvests before the frosts of fall arrive. 

• While September’s full Moon is usually known as the Harvest Moon, if October’s full Moon happens to occur closer to the equinox than September’s, it takes on the name “Harvest Moon” instead. In this case, September’s full Moon would be referred to as the Corn Moon.

This time of year—late summer into early fall—corresponds with the time of harvesting corn in much of the northern United States. For this reason, a number of Native American peoples traditionally used some variation of the name “Corn Moon” to refer to the Moon of either August or September. 

Mabon

Known as: Autumn Equinox, Cornucopia, Witch's Thanksgiving & Alban Elved

Season: Autumn

Element: Air

Symbols: Acorns, apples, autumn leaves, balance, berries, corn, cornucopia( Horn of Plenty), dried seeds, equality, gourds, grains, grapes, ivy, pine cones, pomegranates, vines, wheat, white roses & wine

Colors: Blue, brown, dark red, deep gold, gold, indigo, leaf green, maroon, orange, red, russet. Violet & yellow

Oils/Incense: Apple, apple blossom, benzoin, black pepper, hay/straw, myrrh, passion flower, patchouli, pine, red poppy & sage

Animals: Dog & Wolf

Birds: Goose, hawk, swallow & swan

Stones: Agate, amethyst, carnelian, lapis lazuli, sapphire, yellow Agate & yellow topaz

Food: Apples, blackberries, blackberry wine, breads, carrots, cider, corn, cornbread, grapes, heather wine, nuts, onions, pomegranates, potatoes, squash, vegetables, wheat & wine

Herbs/Plants: Benzoin, bramble, corn, ferns, grains, hops, ivy, milkweed, myrrh, sage sassafras, Salomon's seal, thistle, tobacco & wheat

Flowers:  Aster, heather, honeysuckle, marigold, mums, passion flower, rose

Trees: Aspen, cedar, cypress, hazel, locust, maple, myrtle oak & pine

Goddesses: Danu, Epona, Inanna, Ishtar, Modron, Morgan, The Morrigan, Muses, Pomona, Persephone, Sin, Sophia & Sura

Gods:  Bacchus, Dionysus, Dumuzi, Esus, The Green Man, Hermes, Mannanan, Thor & Thoth

Issues, Intentions & Powers: Accomplishment, agriculture, balance, goals, gratitude & grounding

Spellwork: Balance, harmony, protection, prosperity, security & self-confidence

Activities:

•Scatter offerings in a harvested fields & Offer libations to trees

• Decorate your home and/or altar space for fall

• Bake bread

• Perform a ritual to restore balance and harmony to your life

• Cleanse your home of negative energies

• Pick apples

• Collect fall themed things from nature like acorns, changing leaves, pine cones, ect)

• Have a dinner or feast with your family and/or friends

• Set intentions for the upcoming year

• Purge what is no longer serving you & commit to healthy changes

•Take a walk in the woods

• Enjoy a pumpkin spice latte

• Donate to your local food bank

• Gather dried herbs, plants, seeds & pods

• Learn something new

• Make wine

• Fill a cornucopia

• Brew an apple cinnamon simmer pot

• Create an outdoor Mabon altar

•Adorn burial sites with leaves, acorns, & pinecones to honor those who have passed over & visit their graves

The name Mabon comes from the Welsh/Brythonic God Mabon Ap Modron, who's name means "Divine/great Son", However,there is evidence that the name was adopted in the 1970s for the Autumn Equinox & has nothing to do with this celebration or this time of year.

• Though many cultures see the second harvest (after the first harvest Lughnasadh) & Equinox as a time for giving thanks before the name Mabon was given because this time of year is traditionally when farmers know how well their summer crops did & how well fed their animals have become. This determines whether you & your family would have enough food for the winter.That is why people used to give thanks around this time, thanks for their crops, animals & food

Some believe it celebrates the autumn equinox when Nature is preparing for the winter months. Night & day are of equal legth  & the God's energy & strength are nearly gone. The Goddess begins to mourn the loss she knows is coming, but knows he will return when he is reborn at Yule.

Related festivals:

• Sukkot- Is a Torah-commanded holiday celebrated for seven days, beginning on the 15th day of the month of Tishrei. It is one of the Three Pilgrimage Festivals on which Israelites were commanded to make a pilgrimage to the Temple in Jerusalem. Originally a harvest festival celebrating the autumn harvest, Sukkot’s modern observance is characterized by festive meals in a sukkah, a temporary wood-covered hut, celebrating the Exodus from Egypt.

• Mid-Autumn festival- September 17th

Is also known as the Moon Festival or Mooncake Festival. It is a traditional festival celebrated in Chinese culture, similar holidays are celebrated by other cultures in East & Southeast Asia. It is one of the most important holidays in Chinese culture; its popularity is on par with that of Chinese New Year. The history of the Mid-Autumn Festival dates back over 3,000 years.  On this day, it is believed that the Moon is at its brightest and fullest size, coinciding with harvest time in the middle of Autumn.

During the festival, lanterns of all size and shapes – which symbolize beacons that light people's path to prosperity & good fortune – are carried & displayed. Mooncakes, a rich pastry typically filled with sweet-bean, egg yolk, meat or lotus-seed paste, are traditionally eaten during this festival. The Mid-Autumn Festival is based on the legend of Chang'e, the Moon goddess in Chinese mythology.

• Thanksgiving- This is a secular holiday which is similar to the cell of Mabon; A day to give thanks for the food & blessings of the previous year. The American Thanksgiving is the last Thursday of November while the Canadian Thanksgiving is celebrated in October

• The Oschophoria- Were a set of ancient Greek festival rites held in Athens during the month Pyanepsion (autumn) in honor of Dionysus. The festival may have had both agricultural and initiatory functions.

-Amidst much singing of special songs, two young men dressed in women's clothes would bear branches with grape-clusters attached from Dionysus to the sanctuary of Athena Skiras & a footrace followed in which select ephebes competed.

Ancient sources connect the festival and its rituals to the Athenian hero-king Theseus & specifically to his return from his Cretan adventure. According to that myth, the Cretan princess Ariadne, whom Theseus had abandoned on the island of Naxos while voyaging home, was rescued by an admiring Dionysus; thus the Oschophoria may have honored Ariadne as well. A section of the ancient calendar frieze incorporated into the Byzantine Panagia Gorgoepikoos church in Athens, corresponding to the month Pyanopsion (alternate spelling), has been identified as an illustration of this festival's procession.

Sources:

Farmersalmanac .com

Llewellyn's Complete Book of Correspondences by Sandra Kines

Wikipedia

A Witch's Book of Correspondences by Viktorija Briggs

Encyclopedia britannica

Llewellyn 2024 magical almanac Practical magic for everyday living

[mavyunivrse]

Crystals For Shifting ✧ Purple

~With straightforward properties listed

*** Crystals are not needed to shift realities or achieve anything listed. It’s simply a tool there for you to use if you’re interested.

I put ⭐️ next to my favourites :)

Green, Blue, Red, Pink, Yellow, Black & White Crystals are listed down here ➷

My Masterlist. | Click Here

Amethyst

Reduce stress & anxiety, protection, balance, breaking addictions, transmute energies, tranquility, improve sleep, enhance intuitive/psychic abilities, intuitive dreams, spiritual insights, enhance memory, wisdom

-Very accessible and affordable

Chevron Amethyst ⭐️

Same properties as regular amythest + clarity, spiritual growth, channeling, higher realms, reach higher self, astral travel, expanded awareness, lucid dreaming, bridging spiritual and physical worlds

Spirit Quartz

Psychic abilities, spiritual awakening, communication with higher realms, cleansing, dreams, protection

Grape Agate ⭐️

Clarity, vividness, lucid dreaming, self discovery, interdimensional communication, transformation, wisdom, truth, trust, spiritual awakening, stress relief, inspiration, insight, astral travel, psychic abilities, attunement, expansion, higher self

Iolite

Attunement, dreams, communication, psychic abilities, inner vision, self healing, lucid dreaming, releasing addictions, higher self, clarity, third eye

Indigo Gabbro (Mystic Merlinite)

Creativity, lucid dreaming, psychic abilities, emotional healing, balance, intuition, clairvoyance, spiritual growth

Charoite

Transmute energies, transformation, inner vision, spiritual insight, physical and spiritual world connection, self healing, stress relief, overcoming fears, trust

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[lunarthing159]

So, Since The Main 8 Cast Have Been Revealed For The WitchCraftSMP Gemcyt AU, I Suppose It's About Time For A Summary Post!

If You Don't Know What I'm Talking About, Look At The Tags Of This Post And/Or Go To My Blog And Check For Those Tags Before Clicking Read-More. That'll Show You The Progress So-Far! Also, I Will Try Writing The Below Without My Usual Typing Style As To Make It Easier To Read ^v^

● Starting Up, A Height Lineup!

In order from Shortest to Tallest, we have:

Citrine/Eloise, GoldPearl/Shelby, Jade/Scott, LapisLazuli/Prismarina, GrapeAgate/Lauren, CherryBlossomJasper/Cupquake, Amethyst/Cleo, & Spessartine/Joey

Eloise & Joey were purposefully placed next to eachother in the heights lineup as to showcase the height range of the whole cast. I also tried making sure that no two colored gems were next to eachother as to make it more apparent where everyone starts and ends. As shown with Citrine & Spessartine, I was not always able to do this ^v^"

● Next Up, Worldbuilding!

This AU takes place in a similar worldbuilding to Steven Universe. With the Diamond Authority and Gem Hierarchy System, including it's stance on 'Off-Color' Gems. Off-Color Gems are basically the outcasts of society, cross-gem fusions, flukes, and rebels fall into this category. If a gem isn't useful or otherwise challenges authority, they are Off-Color.

The AU's worldbuilding has everyone, through one way or another, end up on the same rebel planet. On this planet, they are hosting a competition between their resident 'Off-Colors' to showcase they can be useful outside the boundaries of which they were created. Pearls don't have to be servants, nor do Agates have to lead. They can choose their own fate and thrive! If a gem likes their role, that's fine! But if they don't, they shouldn't be labeled a fluke simply because they long for change.

Everyone's Off-Color traits are explained and elaborated on in their own posts, so look to those if you'd like more information. I also plan to write some stories about how everyone got onto the rebel planet from their life before. Some starting at the beginning of their life, others starting at whenever they gained their off-colored trait.

● Fusions!

I already have a few fusions between the cast members planned out, however I will wait to post anything for one reason, You All! Same with the base Gemcyt AU that started this all, I want all of you to be able to draw your own fusions! Whether they become canon or not, whether I take inspiration or not (I will ask if I can before tho if I do), I want to see y'all's creativity with these gem-ified block people!

● What About The Others?

The Others, in this case, refer to people like Bertha, Mertha, The Supreme Witch, Milo, & ect. For now, I have yet to make them, however (for the majority) I already have gems picked out for them. I just gotta draw them.

● Extras?

Extras! The main thing I want to talk about first is that, while I may change some/alot of backstory to fit into the worldbuilding, the character dynamics themselves will remain the same. Lapis Lazuli & Gold Pearl will remain friends just like Prismarina & Shelby, the same applies for Amethyst & Jade / Cleo & Scott. Lapis & Amethyst will have a rivalry just like Pris & Cleo did. And, of course, Grape Agate AKA Lauren will likely have a strained dynamic with Spessartine Garnet AKA Joey.

Another thing is that, while the art above may seem very simplistic, I mainly did so as to make color-palettes easier to replicate! I might draw more detailed versions of them another time, but for now, the blank colors with minimal shading is good for color-picking & quick refrence!

And finally, if you have any more questions about this AU, feel free to plop an ask into the ask-box and I will either answer your question or tell you if it's already been answered!

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With That Said, I Am Now Going To @chrisrin And Say "Hello! I Have Spent The Past 2-3 Weeks Drawing / Writing Some Magic Gem People" ^v^

If You Don't Know Who This 'chrisrin' Is Or Why I Am @ -ing Them? Go Check Out Their Blog! They Are The Creator Of The Initial Gemcyt AU That Started It All & They Also Have Alot Of Other Really Cool Stuffs!

[onejellyfishplease]

Well ok then! I'm sorry in advance.

In the first picture, what kind of rock is the pink one on the right? And Is the gold one on the purple geode pyrite or something else? And what's the mixed blue-gray with warm brown one on the left?

Second picture, what's the navy blue stone with the really interesting border? It's the pink one on the bottom the same stone as the other pink one? What's in the bottles? What are the three egg-stones made of?

Third, what's the dark rainbow stone? It reminds me of bismuth. And what's the white tower one? Also the dragon tin looks so cool!

Fourth, what kind of bug is that? Are those geodes real or dyed, because they look cool either way, but it would be so cool if they were real! And finally, what is the melty-tower thing in front of the bug?

So that was a lot more then a few, sorry about that, I just really like rocks.

(picture for reference)

(this is a long post lol)

okay i know im not gonna be anywhere near able to answer all of these- sorry!

okay so, first picture:

idk about the first pink one.

the one on the purple geode is Pyrite! thats fools gold right?

idk about the brown and blue grey one (i got it because it was shapes like a heart <3)

Second picture:

I think the navy one is a cross section of a geode! probably grape agate though i couldnt be sure

yes the pink one is the same as the other (probably)

the bottles have some little fragments of quatz and 'mixed gemstones'

no clue what the eggs are made out of, though one of them seems to have many fragments of other tiny rocks/fossils in it.

Third picture:

i can vaguely remember the name for this having'bubble' in the name, but other than that idk. it isnt bismuth though (a shame, i need bismuth so much every time i see it online i just go fjsbjahakhdjsineed)

the tower is another i vaguely remember. i wanna say selenite?? yeah selenite! i hope im spelling that right lol

i store my cool coins in the dragon tin :)

Forth picture:

idk what type of bug it is, some kind of green beetle. ive had it for agesss i think it used to be my grandmas?

the geodes are probably dyed honestly, but theyre still pretty!

and oh i actually have the info card for that last one! its an aura quartz cluster

ive got some more pictures!

[ren08642]

Robert Wun AW24

I hear drums beat rhythmically, approaching from behind. Soldiers in red wail on their bass drums with relentless and imposing devotion. The soldiers hold themselves with the same equanimity as the Lord's angels rescuing Peter from his iron cell. The resounding, thunder-like strike of the drums in unison vibrates slowly through my body, starting from my feet and absorbing into my heart.

Inside my head, there is nothing but a white lime-wash wall. Child-like scribbles and sketches in various shades of waxy crayon cover the uneven eggshell walls. Layers and layers of wax hold memories and stories that describe everything from gut-turning terror to innocent bliss. The vibrant colors on the wall meld into an ugly, muddy buildup; I mistook it for a dark purple wall. The coats of chroma resemble a healing skin graft, splotches of scabs and puss disguising the soft flesh underneath.

I grab my hair frantically, banging on my skull with a closed fist as if trying to break down a door, behind which a woman hanging from a rope swings. That urgency, despite resignation, is mirrored exactly in my actions. My breathing matches the 169 bpm drum strikes that the soldier's chorus approaches with. As my fleshy limbs tremble, I am reminded of my weak cage, the spongey layers that cover layers of coincidental miracles and cosmic anomalies. My soul is trapped inside a tender shell of sinew and tissue. The shell has a certain expiry date of which I know not. As someone diligently scribbles lines of crayon into the ivory bone of my skull, my cage activity rots around my porous bones.

Suddenly, a drummer steps out of his colleagues' organized and practiced formation. He walks towards me with even, ridged steps and utters, "You know what you must do." And I do. I must cut my soul from the cocoon that rots around it.

Act 2.

The tendons are most resistant to the sawing motion of the OXO kitchen knife I hold in my infirm grip. One might expect me to describe the process of removing my soul as hammering the image of Ixtab from a refined block of marble. Instead, it closely resembled slicing a foamy specimen of grape agate from the middle of a bloody porchetta. The smell of Iodine and freshly cut chicken breast fills my nose as bright red secretion frantically spills from my neck onto the framed photograph of my anticipatorily optimistic pregnant mother.

[bittsandpieces]

Wait but if it's not agate then how did it get named agate? 😂

Also that was fascinating, can you maybe do a rock post once in a while and just ruin us with info like that? It cool to read about. How did your passion for them come about?

(you might already make those posts and have spoken about that but I'm pretty new and tumblr search is Not Helpful as ever so sorry if you do/have)

I can definitely start making rock posts every once in a while!

Here's the slightly fucked up answer: it got named agate because agate is a type of chalcedony. Which is a type of quartz.

It's all silica, is the thing! Chalcedony is a fine crystalline form of quartz that has a lower melting point because of its structure. Agate is specifically banded chalcedony, not solid color chalcedony like 'grape agate' is. So, because it doesn't have any bands, it's not technically agate, but it IS in the same sort of family. Some people will tell you that grape agate is actually amethyst, but that's also bullshit, because amethyst is quartz with iron inclusions, but it has a different crystal structure on a molecular level, which is what makes it a fully different mineral! When you get down to it though, basically everything is quartz (aka silica)

ANYWAY to answer your other questions, I've been collecting rocks literally my whole life! Like I don't remember starting, I've just... always had a bunch of tumbled crystals around. My parents used to take me to the rock shop at least a couple times a year, starting when I was a toddler! I've found my own crystals, fossils, and things like raw gold (very small amounts, nothing valuable), and I've been buying pieces since I had money to buy things with lol

[scentedbarbariannut]

Western Region Rhapsody on the Tip of the Tongue: A Foodie's Northern Xinjiang Food Adventure

Text/Greedy Cat Ali

Day 1: Sweet Critical Attack in Urumqi

At 7 o'clock in the morning, I was awakened by the sesame aroma wafting from the naan pit. Pushing open the wooden window of the "Consulate Lane" family hotel, Abdu, the naan master downstairs, was throwing the dough into a moon. The moment the dough "slapped" against the inner wall of the naan pit, the wheat aroma mixed with the smell of firewood exploded, startling the gray doves that landed on the grape trellis.

"Girl, do you want the freshly baked rose naan?" Abdu's iron hook hooked up a golden full moon from the bottom of the pit, and the rose sauce in the center of the naan was still bubbling like volcanic lava. I tore off a piece without caring about the heat. Under the crispy sesame layer, the Hotan rose mixed with Mulei honey set off a storm on the tip of my tongue, and the aftertaste was actually a little minty and cool - it turned out that he kneaded Chamagu leaves in the dough!

I rushed into the main store of "Blood Station Big Plate Chicken" at noon, but was intercepted by the secret weapon on the tricycle at the door. In the glass cabinet of Uyghur lady Gulinar, yellow noodles were soaked in light golden soup, the gluten was full of saffron-dyed brine, and drizzled with walnut pieces and wild chive sauce. When the teeth bit through the noodles and slid into my throat, twenty Tianshan cows danced on my taste buds.

"Don't poke with chopsticks, pick like combing your hair." Gulinar took my cutlery to demonstrate. Her wrinkled wrist shook lightly, and the noodles turned into a translucent round umbrella on the tip of the chopsticks, and were put into the mouth with crushed chickpeas - this is not noodles, it is clearly the flowing moonlight on the Silk Road!

Day3: The taste maze of the old city of Kashgar

In the morning prayers of the Id Kah Mosque, I was like an ant falling into a honey pot, lost in the thousand-layer routine of the century-old teahouse. Uncle Maimaiti, wearing a flower hat, raised the silver-studded teapot above his head. The dark brown medicinal tea drew an amber arc in the air and fell accurately into the coarse pottery bowl in front of me.

"This is saffron-added maren tea, paired with this." He pushed the maren candy inlaid with almonds, and the candy was solidified with figs, raisins and wild honey from Tianshan Mountain. When the tea soup broke the candy shell, the sweetness and bitterness played a love of life and death in the mouth, and I vaguely saw the desert caravan sharing the last food under the starry sky.

Turning the corner, I ran into the smoke of the steamed buns shop. Fifteen naan pits erupted at the same time, and the masters wearing white gloves threw the dough into the sea of ​​fire like throwing grenades. I grabbed a hot "Samusa". The moment I bit through the crispy shell, the hot sheep tail oil mixed with the skin and teeth juice gushed out, and the cumin seeds exploded between my teeth. The spicy taste came from the green agate pepper hidden in the meat filling - this pepper must be soaked in camel milk for seven days before drying!

In the evening, I squatted in front of the pigeon meat stall in Khan Bazaar and watched the boss Ali dissect the pigeon with one hand. He first twisted the neck to bleed, then took out the pink organ string from the lower abdomen, and finally stuffed the pigeon covered with secret sauce into the naan pit. When my teeth sank into the crispy pigeon legs, the sour and sweet taste of wild sand dates oozes out of the bone marrow. It turns out that he added dried purple mulberries that have been dried in Turpan for three months in the marinade.

Day5: Cream Revolution in the Ili River Valley

At the morning market at Horgos Port, Kazakh herders use saddles as chopping boards to cut horse intestines. The smoked horse meat was rosin-colored, and the fat layer was like a sandwich crystal. Uncle Buick, the stall owner, used a dagger to cut off a thin piece: "Eat it with this!" He handed over not garlic paste, but fermented mare's milk in an ox horn cup.

When the sour liquid wrapped in smoked meat slid into my esophagus, I felt like riding a Ferghana horse and galloping on the grassland. Suddenly, I was attracted by the commotion in the stall next door - three Kyrgyz men were fighting for the last piece of baursak. This fried dough cake fermented with camel milk swelled like a hollow golden ball. I took the opportunity to break off the remaining pieces and dipped them in butter. The pastry broke into a thousand milky stars in my mouth.

It was purely accidental to break into the wedding banquet of the Xibe courtyard in Chabuchaer. The bride Tajiguli was sprinkling wild chives into the "Nimha fish stew". In the copper pot with a diameter of 1.2 meters, Ili salmon and wild mushrooms were floating in the sea of ​​milk skin. When the Xibe mothers sang the "Wedding Song", the fish gill meat I was given melted on the tip of my tongue, and the freshness swept through every taste bud cell like an avalanche.

Day7: The Ice and Fire Trio of Turpan Huoyan Mountain

In the 48-degree high temperature, I collapsed in the shadow of the drying room in the Grape Valley. The Uyghur boy Ai Erken suddenly handed me a bowl of "Shalang Dao Ke". A wooden spoon was inserted into the small hill of crushed ice. After pouring yogurt and honey, he took out a Hami melon as big as an ostrich egg like a magic trick.

"Watch it!" He swung the knife to split the king of melons, scraped the melon flesh into snowflakes and dropped it into the smoothie. When the cold and sweet mixture slid across the burning throat, I heard the Huoyan Mountain roaring unwillingly. What's even more amazing is the surprise hidden at the bottom of the bowl-the raisins become crispy and hard at low temperatures, suddenly awakening the drowsy taste nerves like a hidden weapon.

Visiting the barbecue camp next to the ancient city of Jiaohe at night, I found the "king of dark cuisine" grilled camel liver. Forty dark red meat skewers curled up in the charcoal fire, and after being sprinkled with chili powder, they actually glowed blue-purple fluorescence. The moment I closed my eyes and bit into it, the strong iron smell rushed straight to my head, but three seconds later, the sweetness came back, like swallowing a piece of melting raw chocolate - it turned out that this was a special flavor marinated with camel thorn juice!

Day9: The Carbon Water Nuclear Bomb of Taklimakan

Before crossing the desert highway, I went crazy at the Hotan Night Market. In the giant naan pit of Maimaiti, twenty "Kumaki" were stewed between sand and charcoal. This meat naan wrapped in sheep stomach is like a landmine. When I cut it open, the steam blew off my sun hat. The hot lamb and pumpkin flowed in the dead dough. The most amazing thing was the dried apricots on the bottom - they had already melted into a natural sweet and sour sauce under the high temperature.

Challenging the "spicy skin naan" is pure self-torture. The whole naan is covered with Anjihai chili peel that has been dried for 180 days. Under the black red chili slices is a secret weapon: wild garlic paste fermented with sea buckthorn juice. When the burning sensation of the first bite faded, a strange fruity aroma grew out of the ruins of taste. When I drank the third bowl of yogurt shaved ice, I found that my lips were swollen like the head of a Dongbula.

At two o'clock in the morning, I was lured into the alley by the aroma of "watermelon barbecue". The flesh of a half-person-high watermelon was hollowed out, filled with lamb chops, chickpeas and dryland fragrant rice, and the melon rind was covered with river mud and thrown into charcoal ash for stewing. When the old Uyghur craftsman knocked open the charred shell, pink steam with fruity and meaty flavor gushed out, and the rice grains were full of watermelon juice and sheep fat, each of which was like a miniature taste universe explosion.

Epilogue: A fragmented night on the Bayinbuluke grassland

When I drank the tenth bowl of mare's milk in the yurt, the starry sky began to rotate. The herdsman Chaolu carried a whole roasted lamb to the table. The lamb's eyes were inlaid with red wolfberries, and the hind legs were tied with ribbons made of sand onions. I pounced on the lamb's back with the Yingjisha knife in hand. The fat layer trembled like solidified fat under the blade. Suddenly, I found a surprise hidden in the lamb's abdomen - a lamb belly stuffed with wild mushrooms and pine nuts!

When Aunt Qiqige brought the finale "milk barrel meat", I was lying on the saddle to sober up. The three-year-old milk tofu wrapped with lamb meat was slow-cooked in a hollowed-out spruce barrel for eight hours. The moment the lid was opened, the strong aroma woke up the sheepdog three kilometers away. When collagen stuck to my lips, I tasted the moonlight, morning dew and tumbleweeds of the grassland.

The last memory before the blackout was Chaolu's ten-year-old daughter Narentuoya, who used my sports camera to shoot the roasted whole cow at the "Zha Ma Banquet". The rotating cow body in the firelight gradually became a shadow, and her silver bell-like laughter mixed with the sound of oil bursting came: "Sister! Your camera is emitting the smell of oil!"

Postscript:

On the return flight, my taste buds were still playing time-lapse photography:

The sparks in the naan pit are stars that never fall,

The carrot cubes in the pilaf are solidified sunsets,

And the fat lines on the horse sausage casings are the contour lines of the Tianshan Mountains.

The stewardess looked at me crying over the lunch box,

and secretly gave me a pack of Hotan rose naan -

This is probably her last mercy to the food pilgrim,

[lovingarcadementality]

Western Region Rhapsody on the Tip of the Tongue: A Foodie's Northern Xinjiang Food Adventure

Text/Greedy Cat Ali

Day 1: Sweet Critical Attack in Urumqi

At 7 o'clock in the morning, I was awakened by the sesame aroma wafting from the naan pit. Pushing open the wooden window of the "Consulate Lane" family hotel, Abdu, the naan master downstairs, was throwing the dough into a moon. The moment the dough "slapped" against the inner wall of the naan pit, the wheat aroma mixed with the smell of firewood exploded, startling the gray doves that landed on the grape trellis.

"Girl, do you want the freshly baked rose naan?" Abdu's iron hook hooked up a golden full moon from the bottom of the pit, and the rose sauce in the center of the naan was still bubbling like volcanic lava. I tore off a piece without caring about the heat. Under the crispy sesame layer, the Hotan rose mixed with Mulei honey set off a storm on the tip of my tongue, and the aftertaste was actually a little minty and cool - it turned out that he kneaded Chamagu leaves in the dough!

I rushed into the main store of "Blood Station Big Plate Chicken" at noon, but was intercepted by the secret weapon on the tricycle at the door. In the glass cabinet of Uyghur lady Gulinar, yellow noodles were soaked in light golden soup, the gluten was full of saffron-dyed brine, and drizzled with walnut pieces and wild chive sauce. When the teeth bit through the noodles and slid into my throat, twenty Tianshan cows danced on my taste buds.

"Don't poke with chopsticks, pick like combing your hair." Gulinar took my cutlery to demonstrate. Her wrinkled wrist shook lightly, and the noodles turned into a translucent round umbrella on the tip of the chopsticks, and were put into the mouth with crushed chickpeas - this is not noodles, it is clearly the flowing moonlight on the Silk Road!

Day3: The taste maze of the old city of Kashgar

In the morning prayers of the Id Kah Mosque, I was like an ant falling into a honey pot, lost in the thousand-layer routine of the century-old teahouse. Uncle Maimaiti, wearing a flower hat, raised the silver-studded teapot above his head. The dark brown medicinal tea drew an amber arc in the air and fell accurately into the coarse pottery bowl in front of me.

"This is saffron-added maren tea, paired with this." He pushed the maren candy inlaid with almonds, and the candy was solidified with figs, raisins and wild honey from Tianshan Mountain. When the tea soup broke the candy shell, the sweetness and bitterness played a love of life and death in the mouth, and I vaguely saw the desert caravan sharing the last food under the starry sky.

Turning the corner, I ran into the smoke of the steamed buns shop. Fifteen naan pits erupted at the same time, and the masters wearing white gloves threw the dough into the sea of ​​fire like throwing grenades. I grabbed a hot "Samusa". The moment I bit through the crispy shell, the hot sheep tail oil mixed with the skin and teeth juice gushed out, and the cumin seeds exploded between my teeth. The spicy taste came from the green agate pepper hidden in the meat filling - this pepper must be soaked in camel milk for seven days before drying!

In the evening, I squatted in front of the pigeon meat stall in Khan Bazaar and watched the boss Ali dissect the pigeon with one hand. He first twisted the neck to bleed, then took out the pink organ string from the lower abdomen, and finally stuffed the pigeon covered with secret sauce into the naan pit. When my teeth sank into the crispy pigeon legs, the sour and sweet taste of wild sand dates oozes out of the bone marrow. It turns out that he added dried purple mulberries that have been dried in Turpan for three months in the marinade.

Day5: Cream Revolution in the Ili River Valley

At the morning market at Horgos Port, Kazakh herders use saddles as chopping boards to cut horse intestines. The smoked horse meat was rosin-colored, and the fat layer was like a sandwich crystal. Uncle Buick, the stall owner, used a dagger to cut off a thin piece: "Eat it with this!" He handed over not garlic paste, but fermented mare's milk in an ox horn cup.

When the sour liquid wrapped in smoked meat slid into my esophagus, I felt like riding a Ferghana horse and galloping on the grassland. Suddenly, I was attracted by the commotion in the stall next door - three Kyrgyz men were fighting for the last piece of baursak. This fried dough cake fermented with camel milk swelled like a hollow golden ball. I took the opportunity to break off the remaining pieces and dipped them in butter. The pastry broke into a thousand milky stars in my mouth.

It was purely accidental to break into the wedding banquet of the Xibe courtyard in Chabuchaer. The bride Tajiguli was sprinkling wild chives into the "Nimha fish stew". In the copper pot with a diameter of 1.2 meters, Ili salmon and wild mushrooms were floating in the sea of ​​milk skin. When the Xibe mothers sang the "Wedding Song", the fish gill meat I was given melted on the tip of my tongue, and the freshness swept through every taste bud cell like an avalanche.

Day7: The Ice and Fire Trio of Turpan Huoyan Mountain

In the 48-degree high temperature, I collapsed in the shadow of the drying room in the Grape Valley. The Uyghur boy Ai Erken suddenly handed me a bowl of "Shalang Dao Ke". A wooden spoon was inserted into the small hill of crushed ice. After pouring yogurt and honey, he took out a Hami melon as big as an ostrich egg like a magic trick.

"Watch it!" He swung the knife to split the king of melons, scraped the melon flesh into snowflakes and dropped it into the smoothie. When the cold and sweet mixture slid across the burning throat, I heard the Huoyan Mountain roaring unwillingly. What's even more amazing is the surprise hidden at the bottom of the bowl-the raisins become crispy and hard at low temperatures, suddenly awakening the drowsy taste nerves like a hidden weapon.

Visiting the barbecue camp next to the ancient city of Jiaohe at night, I found the "king of dark cuisine" grilled camel liver. Forty dark red meat skewers curled up in the charcoal fire, and after being sprinkled with chili powder, they actually glowed blue-purple fluorescence. The moment I closed my eyes and bit into it, the strong iron smell rushed straight to my head, but three seconds later, the sweetness came back, like swallowing a piece of melting raw chocolate - it turned out that this was a special flavor marinated with camel thorn juice!

Day9: The Carbon Water Nuclear Bomb of Taklimakan

Before crossing the desert highway, I went crazy at the Hotan Night Market. In the giant naan pit of Maimaiti, twenty "Kumaki" were stewed between sand and charcoal. This meat naan wrapped in sheep stomach is like a landmine. When I cut it open, the steam blew off my sun hat. The hot lamb and pumpkin flowed in the dead dough. The most amazing thing was the dried apricots on the bottom - they had already melted into a natural sweet and sour sauce under the high temperature.

Challenging the "spicy skin naan" is pure self-torture. The whole naan is covered with Anjihai chili peel that has been dried for 180 days. Under the black red chili slices is a secret weapon: wild garlic paste fermented with sea buckthorn juice. When the burning sensation of the first bite faded, a strange fruity aroma grew out of the ruins of taste. When I drank the third bowl of yogurt shaved ice, I found that my lips were swollen like the head of a Dongbula.

At two o'clock in the morning, I was lured into the alley by the aroma of "watermelon barbecue". The flesh of a half-person-high watermelon was hollowed out, filled with lamb chops, chickpeas and dryland fragrant rice, and the melon rind was covered with river mud and thrown into charcoal ash for stewing. When the old Uyghur craftsman knocked open the charred shell, pink steam with fruity and meaty flavor gushed out, and the rice grains were full of watermelon juice and sheep fat, each of which was like a miniature taste universe explosion.

Epilogue: A fragmented night on the Bayinbuluke grassland

When I drank the tenth bowl of mare's milk in the yurt, the starry sky began to rotate. The herdsman Chaolu carried a whole roasted lamb to the table. The lamb's eyes were inlaid with red wolfberries, and the hind legs were tied with ribbons made of sand onions. I pounced on the lamb's back with the Yingjisha knife in hand. The fat layer trembled like solidified fat under the blade. Suddenly, I found a surprise hidden in the lamb's abdomen - a lamb belly stuffed with wild mushrooms and pine nuts!

When Aunt Qiqige brought the finale "milk barrel meat", I was lying on the saddle to sober up. The three-year-old milk tofu wrapped with lamb meat was slow-cooked in a hollowed-out spruce barrel for eight hours. The moment the lid was opened, the strong aroma woke up the sheepdog three kilometers away. When collagen stuck to my lips, I tasted the moonlight, morning dew and tumbleweeds of the grassland.

The last memory before the blackout was Chaolu's ten-year-old daughter Narentuoya, who used my sports camera to shoot the roasted whole cow at the "Zha Ma Banquet". The rotating cow body in the firelight gradually became a shadow, and her silver bell-like laughter mixed with the sound of oil bursting came: "Sister! Your camera is emitting the smell of oil!"

Postscript:

On the return flight, my taste buds were still playing time-lapse photography:

The sparks in the naan pit are stars that never fall,

The carrot cubes in the pilaf are solidified sunsets,

And the fat lines on the horse sausage casings are the contour lines of the Tianshan Mountains.

The stewardess looked at me crying over the lunch box,

and secretly gave me a pack of Hotan rose naan -

This is probably her last mercy to the food pilgrim,

[libidomechanica]

“Said Margaret stood undisturb her prayers with a stony British stare”

A rispetto sequence

               1

His breast, and oft amazed stands; but his ease. I said the charm if any take off shoes. ’ Said Margaret stood undisturb her prayers with a

stony British stare. And well remember lover his winters be eighty, hath won the same harpy. With whom their fellow! All the rest?

               2

Most music, am banish’d. But Juan who had misled the faith of the soul in mind though full perfect musical of my Robe of glass

not all unlike—it seeks delay; then sudden changed, and watch a full soul, abhorring avarice. With words Sir Leoline! Remembered stars.

               3

Tis a grape. To strive, more time it will these the haunted for an Hermitage. Mother, as those follies had run dry. The Pythian of the

sea lifts, also, thought, a fit of a solemn bird; nor sees; rolled her babe the tenth or twentieth name was John. To eye that cheerly swum.

               4

Or do the Parliament and smiled Neptune felt. And as in us lie dejected, and thus spake words she sped, when nights betters to brides.

The entire world of great worth their show; their first-born and I will thy Piety nor Wit shall she now conceit of thine own sorrow.

               5

Are spurn’d by one that does no harm. I waste not the last—the sun that by the gossip rout. It lasted too long. In its sunny glade—there

seen many cease to be such credit like a snare. Not a red balloon bursting in my face to discuss pretend to and from her heart.

               6

Gulf on gulf on gulf of desire! And several people’s trust. Hearts, which dost thou, and in low tones, yet doubts: they have the rushes to

be outdone, with his train: her Lord him with grayish leaves of my head who pierc’d thy innocent, so mild; the enamoured rustic love.

               7

Oh Khalífah, hear my lamentation dar’d to your face. The lady bowed, and take a nap in a corner-stones, to an idle matter,

or all her sad and loyal scratching and withdrawn his story score, oh, not only his—acquainted, or rather bloody Frenchman!

               8

And Centaur Nessus garb of mortar already in the Wise to take the inner clown is full of promise, protestation; her hands,

feet, an’ shape complexion while I stood, and them not. Words to spare. To prove a thing in the progress of generous, just as he can do.

               9

Was throwes, biting myself with soft enamoured rustic town set in all the very sure to take such notice of frantic, howe’er

he married, and all that pastimes Times iourney should sell flesh, as you’d coax a vampire. For these may penetrate. A curious gold.

               10

Of Cantos up to Thee—take things work and she meant to find names of the true! But how she, as well fill up the same thou waited her to

dress yellowing, nor we alone on the thing of that she stepping out, he on the blossom: a thing when life in a big girl’s blouses.

               11

And all them wild freaks of mercy was. The stormy day her tatter’d, Baba pause before my eyes prest at the Close of Ramazán, ere

the tongues. Can it be so. Shore, where eagles hide their usual Origin of mortal stone, and leaves of continence, the class was she.

               12

His admired or fair or wise beyond the gods decrees of a suburb hill, deafening the foeman out. Sober and another lot

had made it bright eyes when in her with his two captive nymphs and stormed and erasèd. Marveling: for the blue noon is not so soon revealed.

               13

Sweet Love while don Juan had hatch’d, silent rain-drops silver lamp burns bright green sea agate spreads them through the good endurance. Examined by

all their with stone, I sought by elements sweet flowers distinctly, might make it in the sky; fairer than see, the moan through a hundred.

               14

Witty, and cunningly he cravat; for they were so long somewhere and for none of the hilts? The fresh bleeding on yellow saints to this

fair unknown, and take the sandhills of glass, half pedantic, howe’er he got him, at length, her, myself instead of death which I behold.

               15

And the lady’s prison-wall to heartily then and happy melody, with never forgetting traverse of a soul, assays, loving,

to changed my should be, the eternal, infinite brain? And now there we go: but what was stung by your refuses burden of man?

               16

To shield of corn bows all they ne’er be princes at my hand; in touching like the love, into that it teaches—Heaven known that no man

knows he makes us feel of fairy, which to my head! Your breasts and the best pray, and leave to rise. Can’t form men to gaze o’er land: they straight!

               17

The mastiff old lay fast as I walk’d with wailing star-light which makes me sick, weak, paranoid. By this, but the most likely to be

transmitted, like flower? And the Cash in hand, though the figure was, and with a merry with him an’ wrack him, until Death and Morning weeds.

               18

That masked their blacks were will buy me a new ass spake seemed a troop of soldiery to my absent presence to a book, so to her here?

Meanwhile, and sense does nor good name and there’s the bright did me kiss, I put bees in my dream? I guess, of what you leave behind his way!

               19

I returnest home, he had snatch’d so good as Fort Knox. There lives in brass. I rose and St. That Theotormon’s limbs: he rolling Heaven’s lighted

thence: he, dying laterally, should strike with so curious gold. Have to go thro’ thy panting so, with all her badly she sees!

               20

Imagining of gods and cubs to ducks and cave and neck. Better be merry wine, sweet wine, which saw all wet, shaking though soon life’s race,—

because acts are dext’rous; some better Moon and I need courteous to an angry Sister of the wind: besides the brown earthly thing.

               21

Ourselves: I’ll serve me something but a becalméd bark, whose touch he lay! A crowd of shadowy mood; I was young charnel; fear and forth willow

boughs joined by the incidents uncharactered, a tale distress, and the moral to the present all was for Heaven is chang’d.

               22

The One remaining, and the twelve for there is not the lady wiped her pleasure still am learning to like, bond or fret at all. No

doubt this, if ought not performed of late your time and thine eyes, and all worlds, until their burning. But long tresses ready: fire to become.

               23

’ But what mountain rocks. Or do you curtted Spartanes imitate? And Fancy, in all, what damned minutes for you! It sinks, the broad waking,

but by no means to press most comment on matches. Amid the youth with more merit hath her return us two for once in vogue!

               24

The most useless rocks, and you love that moaneth bleak? Almost pyramidic pride: two palms Bob Acres’ valour oozed, so celebrated

for damages, for the same to try if I can do. ’ Hooks: some day the warm blood, even me, a maid in tones abrupt, austerities?

               25

As she sought. The common tale, and feeds on, and trees, beasts in envy master toyed supporters, and teaches soon as Crowner’s quest’ allow’d

as if these may be something but the blacks were rather drawn from Latmus’ mount I lay, of pale year wake year gone to the true believe it?

               26

Besides the closed well. They fell: methinks, not of any Mussulman, who first Christabel her features are banquet-room, for on that fire

a riding which lent his wrong—unless it shoulders all thy Piety nor Wit shall I see, sweet dream, far less can never pass away.

               27

Sufficiently’ he said, for my part of Hero much of cold philosophy display’d; and now I sate with her busy with his who

gathers have close, as thy lovely lady’s maid. Was her silken skilled the ocean of bitterness. But sadness, to that he plots again.

               28

Let thickest misletoe: she passed, there brew’d from the brother’s love tunes its head at my half-self, for our money is Aladdin’s lamp. Where the

low, there and around the lamplighted their hopes from the pages of this pair so small with their hate the pains of an immortality.

               29

At first path to go, her spirit pouring their light vapour. Or else to see, like one sigh to sorrow and she only constancy lives

in the nights, with frost which had e’er infected and loath to gaze upon, as he ought to stray, and clasped his knife heaven be praise in law.

               30

Vastly now pair in fact to mind it, there was not to be very well: where wert thou love me. A lawn, vegetable puncheons call’d as being

desperate dandy, the sun had set somewhat dirty diplomatic hands, and of such puree, our waiters, and then, you scarce palls.

               31

The selfsame day and as I walk’d with it, Follow, such familiarly do I perceiv’d, spread smiled on the boys: the figure, and slays, and

sit in honour be ascribed their dusty Face lighting sea of goodness resolved like a short sweet harmony. But when the same, for all.

[rock-swag-tournament]

Preliminary Poll - Chalcedony

Agate and Jasper and Chalcedony, oh my!

This poll was originally going to be 2 separate polls distinguishing agate and jasper, but here's the thing. Agate and jasper are both chalcedony with very little to distinguish them except opacity vs translucency. Also, 2/3 agate submissions are not true agates because they don't have banding. So instead of having two polls, the top TWO chalcedony varieties from this poll will be entered into the competition.

With that, here are the competitors:

More information under the cut!

Chalcedony is cryptocrystalline silica. This means that it has a crystalline structure, but even at the microscopic scale, this structure is difficult to make sense of. Similar to opal, it is basically a fucked up quartz, and agate and jasper often have quartz along with chalcedony anyway.

Ocean jasper is a blue and green colored jasper that is found in Madagascar. It is opaque, which is partially what distinguishes jasper from other chacedony varieties like agate.

Bloodstone/heliotrope is a green jasper with small red dots that look quite a bit like blood splatters. However, they are just iron oxide (like rust).

Lake superior agate is white and red banded chalcedony and its bands are what make it an agate. It is found in many midwestern US states, especially those on the shores of Lake Superior. Its red color is due to iron staining (the same stuff that makes the red dots in heliotrope red)

Grape agate or grape chalcedony is not actually an agate at all! It is just chalcedony/microcrystalline quartz spheres with a botryoidal habit, which literally means it looks like a bunch of grapes! One of my top five favorite minerals, prehnite, also typically forms botryoidal clusters.

Moss agate is once again not an agate but chalcedony. It is usually white or clear with these green inclusions that look like little bunches of moss.

As always, any questions or additional information is always welcome!

[grapeagata]

same reason grape agates and herkimer diamonds are named that, despite grape agates not being grapes or agates and herkimer diamonds not being diamonds

finding out that a sweet pea was a flower and not a type of pea actually shattered my reality. Why the heck (hell) would it be called a pea if it's not a pea???

[reddpenn]

whatcha got for purple rocks, boss?

I have lots and lots of purple rocks! I'm snowed in today, so it's a good time to gather them up for a photoshoot.

I will label them for you!

Banded fluorite, purple agate (not dyed, the rock is actually just that color!), a geode of Moroccan amethyst, a slab of charoite, lepidolite (you can see it shedding mica-like flakes all over my black backdrop!), amethyst with a big calcite crystal, a flower-shaped slice of amethyst stalactite, iron-stained amethyst with some cool white botryoidal chaledony growing on it, another big chunk of amethyst, some petrified wood with a nice little purple spot, and a shiny, shimmery cluster of grape chalcedony!

Story time! Amethyst is a really inexpensive, really common rock, and you'll notice that I have a whole lot of it! When you get into collecting/rockhounding, you tend to see it around so much that you get pretty "meh" about it unless the piece has something special or extra going on. I'll pass it up in rock shops or conventions like "eh, amethyst, whatever." This has turned into a running joke among my friend group that amethyst is the worst rock and I hate it. They keep getting me pieces of amethyst as gag gifts for birthdays and Christmas. But haha, joke's on them, I've tricked them into giving me more rocks.

Anyway, those rocks are nice and all, but when it comes to purple rocks the clear queen of the purple scene is my girl Theophania.

That is to say, one of my favorite rocks, Tiffany stone! Composed primarily of fluorite and opal, Tiffany can come in many different colors but is famous for its purples! It's a rare stone found in only one place in the world, a mine at Spor Mountain, Utah. Look at those lovely colors and patterns! I have eleven cabs of this stuff, and no two look the same. What a unique and beautiful stone!

[noctilionoidea]

man I wish I could get more actual information on specific minerals not in relation to crystal healing.

like I have no issue with people who use them for that purpose most of the time. But man it’s so hard to find actual information on the internet and it’s not like I really have the resources otherwise. I can’t look up selenite without getting blasted with satinspar. I can’t find out what causes the colouration in botryoidal amethyst (or grape agate if you use that name for it). My local natural history museum has stopped selling quality gemstones unless they’re in metaphysical kits because those sell better. The damn Moldavite frenzy. No reliable sources in whatever pink amethyst is.

another thing is that stores, even metaphysical stores (because let’s be real that’s the best place you can get good specimens in places not known for its geology and also they’re still just really fun and welcoming in my experiences) have completely different prices for pieces of the same quality. It’s really weird. Some of my malachites both recent and in the past have been from 3-5 or 10-20. That’s a really big price jump. One store I went to had botryoidal amethyst for 3 bucks (of course I bought it) and another store had the same quality of specimen in a smaller size for literally $100. At that same store they almost under charged me on a piece of obsidian in accordance with their own already low prices.

It’s just really confusing honestly

[gemsona-advice]

Can I get the following gems fused with the crystal gems? (i count bismuth peri and lapis.) also preferably all possible combinations if you don't mind. if not take your time to answer!)

Capri Quartz

Sunshine Aura Quartz

Seafoam Pearl

Cobalt Spinel

That... might be a little too much, sorry! I will do the CGs with your ocs on their own tho !!!

Capri Quartz +

Pearl: larimar

Garnet: charoite

Amethyst: purple aura quartz

Steven: creativity aura quartz (pink and blue)

Bismuth: tanzine aura quartz

Peridot: paraiba tourmaline

Lapis: gem silica

Sunshine Aura Quartz +

Pearl: yellow moonstone

Garnet: minerva fluorite (not an official name- but it is fluorite from a mine called Minerva No. 1 so I feel it fits! It can feature very pretty yellow and purple tones)

Amethyst: ametrine

Steven: sunset aura quartz

Bismuth: rainbow pyrite

Peridot: heliodor (not golden beryl, which has much warmer tones- heliodor fits better I feel, as it is a greenish yellow and is associated with the sun)

Lapis: emerald

Seafoam Pearl +

Pearl: any variety of blue pearl, really- although maybe one with mottled with seafoam and white would work best

Garnet: colour change garnet? Or mayhaps just a light pink stone like pink petalite, as it would have the paler hue of seafoam pearl but with the same colour as Garnet

Amethyst: tiffany stone

Steven: holly blue agate, blue lace agate

Bismuth: rainbow moonstone

Peridot: hiddenite

Lapis: amazonite

Cobalt Spinel +

Pearl: tahitian pearl

Garnet: grape garnet, iolite

Amethyst: tanzanite

Steven: kunzite

Bismuth: bornite

Peridot: parti sapphire

Lapis: hauyne, sodalite

[frostfae-thesoulcrow]

no, I'm thinking the ender pearls are the same size just they form in structures like grape agates.

Probably crunchy I guess?

ok

Hear me out.....

Ender pearls

Maybe form kinda like grape agate.

Idk