#i was enabled by grace

[unraveledgem]

hi this is a pinned post

hi my name's nami, i'm 21, and i'm here with a very self indulgent researcher oc from pokemon who is INVESTED in researching the phenomena known as "living crystals" after an interaction in area zero. he was an ex-researcher in the area zero research division alongside the professor of paldea. before he was let off with the rest of them, he had an "interaction" with what lied below that would impact him forever.

INTEREST CHECKER. THIS IS REQUIRED.

for now this blog will be iconless until i get the braincells to draw him. bio + rules below cut.

rules.

- lets keep this simple, basic etiquette applies, on godmodding or metagaming unless we've discussed it and it's viable according to your character.

- reblog karma!! please don't reblog directly from me unless you send in a meme or wait a lil while to reblog it thank u

- MUTUALS ONLY, please i beg if i don't follow you back from picavecalyx, don't like my starter/plotting/inbox or ANY kind of calls.

- this blog's lore is interconnected to all of my blog's lore and helps to go into more depth on the concept of living crystals(i.e., eldritch cosmic horror funny rocks). feel free to send questions about worldbuilding or ANYTHING related to it!!! i love talking about it and so does ruri.

- have fun!! sometimes lore doesn't align and we're not quite sure how they fit together, that's fine, we can figure it out >:) your character's stuff does not have to align with mine, they can still prob interact if we try hard enough.

- this is a very self indulgent blog, it's mostly for documentation, but threads will obviously be apart of it.

bio.

full name. ruri moreau

age. 32

gender. male

region. born in hoenn, researched in paldea, presently traveling wherever his research takes him

occupation. field researcher in crystallography, geology, and astronomy.

partners. cradily[azure], lileep[topaz], anorith[sapphire]

hair colour. pink

eye colour. yellow

characteristics. skinny with some strong legs, average height at 5'8", waving hair often tied in a rat tail, wears a lot of sweaters and often has a big backpack that carries lots of research documents, he is surprisingly strong but only because he carries around a 100 pound backpack everywhere.

history. ruri was a researcher working with devon corporation, then later with the professor of paldea in area zero. before the staff was discharged, he had an interaction near the depths with the indigo disk that caused him to go into a to have a seizure. this lead to him being the first one to be discharged, and then later the rest of the staff would be as well. after that, ruri would be sent back to hoenn, though with a newfound want to research what he found...and find phenomena similar. to which he dubbed the 'living mineral phenomena.' later he simply calls them living gems or living crystals. he has currently published hypothesis, and is working on papers to release after proper documentation that confirms the existence of these 'living minerals.'

[mediumgayitalian]

i don’t think the big three kids are actually banned from teaming up during capture the flag. i think the stipulation is that they have to take the kids. so it’s like all the brightest and best fighters and most skilled members of camp, including those who have like. made even one plan in their lives, vs. ninety newly armed children who have been fed a breakfast of gushers in orange soda corralled by the most powerful and most impulsive demigods to ever live

[capn-twitchery]

i'm caving in. the twitch sacristan tattoo can be canon. getting a petty tattoo after getting zee immortality is too Twitch to pass it up

also for extra pettiness (after evolution when they thought they killed the sacristan) they give their ship black sails like the Delight had. are they useless in a cave with less wind? yes! but it's about stealing the dreaded points

now Their ship can be the most feared and stylish vessel on the zee instead. until the sacristan comes back anyway. then one of us is going to have to change

[thewingedwolf]

luther: the golden child

diego: the mastermind

allison: the peace keeper

klaus: the clown / mascot

five: the rebel / truth teller

ben: the lost child

viktor: the scapegoat

is this something i think this is something

[deiaiko]

The story of a little boy named Twenty-fifth Night.

Inspired by The Little Prince / Le Petit Prince

Written by @deiaiko Illustrated by @cheer-soli-art Betaed by @jusalilweird

There was a little boy who lived all his life in a dark and cold cave. He built a tower made of rocks, so tall in hopes of reaching the ceiling where light trickled down from between the cracks. It wasn't an easy task, for the sharp edges of the rocks easily made their marks on his unprotected skin. But for him, who had no one but himself and accepted pain as part of his life, it was nothing but a little itch.

A girl showed up from the other side, bathed in blinding light that the boy had never hoped to ever see in his life. Her hair was a lovely shade of gold and her face was littered with stars.

"I shall call you The Twenty-fifth Bam," The girl said, "for I have found you on this night."

"Night of the twenty-fifth," the little boy repeated. At that moment, he finally understood what it meant to be lonely, for he was no longer alone.

-----

The little boy came to enjoy her company, and for once, he felt content.

His day started when the girl came, and ended when the girl left, for he had nothing else to distinguish between day and night.

He learned what longing meant. He would be bursting with excitement the longer he waited, and he would feel sadder the longer he spent time with her.

-----

"I shall go and climb the tower myself," said the girl, countless nights later. "This place is not big enough for me. It doesn't have what I want."

It bewildered the little boy, for he was already content with only her presence. "What is it that you want?"

"At the top of the tower, just me and a massive sky with stars that twinkles as far as the eye can see." The girl said dreamily, and the little boy knew she had gone to a place where he couldn't reach.

"What's so good about it?"

"Because stars are supposed to be beautiful, no? That's reason enough."

"How can you say they're beautiful if you have never seen one?"

"Because I believe so."

The little boy didn't understand.

"Can't I come with you?" Because what would his cave become without the sun coming to chase away the darkness?

"No, Bam. The tower is too dangerous for you."

If it's dangerous for me, then wouldn't it be the same for you? The little boy wanted to say. But instead he asked, "Will you be happier then?" With a silent plea that she would say no.

"I will."

-----

The tower was a place the little boy could never have imagined. It was colorful yet blinding, vast yet crowded, and the fresh air smelled like doom.

The little boy had never felt so small. It was so overwhelming that he couldn't really register what he had done, until a firm hand took his and they ran.

The owner of that firm hand was just a boy like himself. Unlike the little boy however, he had hair the color of the vast sky, his steps were surer, and his eyes were sharper.

The blue haired boy extended his hand and smiled with all teeth, "Shake my hand, and we shall climb the tower together."

"Why me? I am weak. I will be of no use." The little boy shrunk away.

"It's no matter." The blue haired boy's eyes softened. "Your company is enough."

The little boy smiled and shakily took his hand.

-----

The little boy stood by the balcony, looking at the twinkling night sky above. Soon the last test would be held.

"Those lights up there, do you see them?" The little boy pointed at the light above to his blue haired companion.

"I do."

"I think they're lonely. So far above, out of reach and apart from each other." The little boy sighed wistfully. "Will you leave me too?"

"Why should I?" His companion tilted his head, finding the question very absurd.

"Because of the beautiful stars."

"Stars are nothing to me but a myth."

This time it was the little boy who tilted his head. "But aren't they beautiful?"

"I wouldn't know until I saw one."

That was something that the little boy could finally agree with.

"Then what does beautiful mean?" The little boy asked, curious.

"You." His companion said easily.  "I have seen a lot of pretty jewels, but none of them shine as pretty as your eyes. I have heard plenty of songs and played different instruments, but none of them brought as much joy as your laugh."

The little boy blushed at the compliment. "Then I shall laugh more often, so that the stars will envy me."

-----

The little boy ended up being the one to leave, not by his own volition.  He lost his companions, so what reason was there to laugh? What reason for him to be beautiful if there was no one to acknowledge it?

-----

After years of anguish and loneliness, the little boy finally got his companions back. But something was still lost. Something had changed. Yet the boy didn't know what that was. So as per usual, when his feelings were tangled and nothing seemed to make sense, he went to the balcony to seek the answers in the vast sky.

His blue haired companion noticed and decided to join him in silence. It was exactly like what they did all those years ago, yet it didn't feel the same.

"I love looking at the sky. Bright blue at day and deep blue at night, it's beautiful." The little boy said, when he noticed his companion's not so subtle glances. "It is beautiful because it always reminds me of you."

His companion blushed. "Is that so?"

The little boy smiled wistfully. "When I missed you, I would look at the sky."

"How often?"

"Every chance I got."

There was an unreadable expression on his companion's face. "All this time, I thought you were gone for good."

The little boy bowed his head, not knowing what to say.

"So even if you're standing next to me right now, it somehow feels as if you're still out of my reach." His companion confessed, and it broke the little boy's heart.

"Then, hold me! See that I'm right here, still within reach." The little boy looked at his companion, pleading and desperate. "And when you do, make me stay."

His companion cupped the little boy's cheeks that were streaked with tears. "I see. You're no longer the light that was hung up above."

"I am not." The little boy smiled. "I am The Twenty-fifth Night, and the lights are my friends."

[send-me-a-puffalope]

happy nat day to all that celebrate

[dotterelly]

I finally found it. After watching hours and hours of (nearly) 5 year old streams, I found the very first mention of the idea of the Enderking.

This video, timestamp 1:17:09ish

[hydrachea]

I would like to formally apologize for ever assuming Wriothesley and Sigewinne were father and daughter. They are clearly husband and wife.

[zukkaoru]

someone yell at me to not drop everything and write a jinzula fic

[divinekangaroo]

Wondering if Season 6 Tommy ever lies awake at night thinking in an unbreakable spiral loop:

I should’ve dumped those fucking guns I should’ve listened to Uncle Charlie I should’ve dumped those fucking guns I should’ve listened to Aunt Pol I should’ve dumped those fucking guns I should’ve dumped those fucking guns I should’ve dumped those fucking guns

[schakira]

stories that are obsessed with portrayals of systemic violence solely as a means to show violence to seem edgy and "adult-themed" sicken me. your depictions of sexism or racism or whatever mean nothing to me if you mostly do it as a way for a savior to save the day without even addressing the issue in the first place. you're just doing this shit to make your characters look good meanwhile i have to sit through another traumatizing reminder of the violence we gotta live in, in silence. i'd rather read boring adult stories than read self-aggrandizing bullshit at my expense

[auroradicit]

she just flies the bomber  never sees their eyes when the hell comes down those cries and screams - they’re not just dreams, imagination’s lies “god damn the whore, the bitch that bore you killers from the skies!”

endless muse edits | korima + call of duty

[vaugarde]

ok sorry for grace ranting again but like. no really did infinity train fans and i watch the same season because literally so much shit ppl claim about her is not true

[dirtbagdefender]

i may have started my chenford transporter au. everyone blame @nerdy-stilinski

[nerianasims]

Someone called librarians who let kids check out books against their parents' wishes "perverts." I went to immediately block them, and was entirely unsurprised to read that they were a Christian forced pregnancy advocate.

It's so easy to tell. You want to keep sex ed from children, which enables abusers, and then you want to also force said children to be pregnant and give birth when abused -- or be pregnant and die from it. Who's the "pervert"? I know who's deeply, dangerously, vilely wrong.

[titantower]