#crackle fire agate

[blue-kyber]

Seeing as I know nothing about this movie that doesn't exist aside from it's a 1973 Martin Scorsese Russian mafia movie starring Goncharov, Katya, and....that's all I know, I'm going to bullshit my way through a scene. A mood. (This is my first time writing in this genre while trying to make it sound like it could come from the 70's.)

Enjoy.

(the song I had on repeat while writing this).

Thunder explodes in the stormless night, shattering the winter stillness.

A cold wind tresspasses through the billowing ice-blue curtains of an open window. It steals the light of a bedside candle, harrasses the flames of a crackling fire, and banishes its comfort.

Blood - thick, crimson, and warm - oozes over the threads of a persian rug; liberated by a single eighteen millimeter bullet lodged between open, soulless brown eyes. The blood takes with it the life once behind those eyes, darkening them, and leaving behind the lead as a memento of its former presence.

Moonlight dances on the slick surface of its slowly expanding pool to the muted instrumentals of a favored song.

The cold wind thieves its steaming heat as well - an offering in exchange for its silence.

Within the dim, flickering yellow light, the utterings of a conversation, and the passionate lies of a sexual interlude haunt the chilled air in echoes of the past.

The blood reaches toward the clean, white bare feet of the one who freed it, as though the waning life it held struggled to enact revenge on their murderer.

They shift their right foot backward in denial of its grasp.

Their hand tightens around the worn handle of the pistol lowered at their side, the metal barrel still hot from its fatal bite.

It's done.

Tonight, this weapon served its purpose. It rid the world of a stain that used manipulation to steal lives in an insidious cruelty a gun could never achieve.

And they had used used their own tactic against them. To defeat an enemy, one must learn to command the favored tool of their enemy.

They turn their naked back on the blood's desperate grasp without regard to let the criminal wind feast on the fading heat of his body.

She lays the gun on the soft bed she had used to lure him in with her body as the bait. The sheets were of high quality linen - a testament to the life of extravagance he prefered. As nice as they would be on her own bed, they held the memory of her action and the sticky remnant of his final, disgusting throw of lust.

She pulls her agate-red lace bra from the bedpost and slips it on. Her underwear, ivory-white dress, and heels follow.

A lone sapphire ornament decorating a cherrywood table catches the firelight within its inner facets, containing it away from the merciless wind.

This is what she came here for.

Her fingertips brush with a delicate, feather-lightness over the smooth surface of the precious relic.

Of course he wouldn't hide it away. An item this valuable would take center stage. She knew he would display it in a prominent place as a show of pride, arrogance, and superiority. And she knew that place would be in private where he could dominate using the power of those qualities.

Allowing his dying eyes to absorb the sight of the treacherous treasure as the last thing he saw held a poetic justice she could not pass up.

She covers the relic with a silk cloth, tucks it and the pistol into her purse, an retrieves a bottle of expensive brandy set out during the conversation for him to enjoy after he'd conquered her.

A small sip of it dulls the sharp edge of her deed.

Why should she deny him one last luxury.

The amber liquid splashes over his body, soaks into his blood. It blesses the curtains, curses the bed, and glistens with a promise to her.

Taking the candle, she lights it in the fireplace. She tosses the empty snifter next to him so that he may lay with a love as cold and dangerous as the heart now festering in his chest.

She looms over his crumpled form.

It never mattered what Goncharov said - that killing Ivan Komarov would change nothing. His life wasn't the one this monster destroyed.

A tightness draws its lines in her face.

Her hand releases the candle.

She puts on her coat and walks out with the relic that ignited her revenge, leaving behind the building roar of a feral beast turned loose to devour Ivan and the wind.

Its flames lick the frame of the open window.

She keeps her back to it as she walks away from the estate. Its heat breathes on the nape of her neck. She accepts the breath of her new lover. It curls its fingers into her and pulls out the weight of the burdon she carried for so long. She lets it take her rage with it - a gift relinquished to the fire to strengthen its power so it can become the sun.

A rare lightness washes over her with each exhale clouding into the crisp winter air.

The sheets, the rug, the table, the curtains, the brandy, the finery, and his body would burn to ashes in the snow to the soundtrack of a song Katya never wanted to hear again.

tagging @feral-bookwoomm because they were the only one who responded to a previous post. :) For you. *offers it with the gun next to a slice of pie on a silver platter.*

#goncharov #A mood of murder #writing #tension and suspense #writeblr #goncharov art #katya #martin scorsese #The fake film you haven't seen. Or have you? #mafia movie #Ya know I'm actually proud of this. #Goncharov (1973)

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[shadowsandstarlight]

I have taken stock of the rocks, minerals, gems, metals, and related objects in my possession, and created a list of the types. I could count the number of specimens of each, but that would be a Herculean task.

Mystic topaz, raw copper, peridot, jasper (three types: red, yellow, and puddingstone), amethyst, carnelian, bloodstone, howlite, unakite, tiger’s eye (three types: regular, blue, and red), opal (two types: pink and fire), agate (various, including turritella, banded, tree, moss, and fire), citrine, aventurine, quartz (various, including crystal, rose, crackle, geode, smokey, and chlorite), hematite, sodalite, raw ruby, tektite, malachite, serpentine, marble, limestone, labradorite, chrysocolla, pyrite, snowflake obsidian, a gypsum rose, selenite, calcite (various, including chocolate, orange, and optical), garnet, fossils (various, including orthoceras, ammonite, trilobite, raw dinosaur bone, and both raw and tumbled petrified wood), ammolite, epidote, aquamarine, moonstone, opalite, bronzite, black onyx, diopside, fluorite, and lepidolite. At least one specimen of each. And those are only the ones on my Rock Shelf! Who knows how much more I have scattered throughout my room, throughout my house, hell even at other locations!

[selectbeads]

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[rubiatinctorum]

I made this bracelet with Sekhmet/Sachmis in mind. I've added some things over time, so this sort of is an updated version of a bracelet I made before. It includes Crackle Fire Agate, Tiger's Eye, Red Tiger's Eye, and Amber.

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[kobrakidkin]

Crackle Fire Agate

#Crackle Fire Agate #minerals #orange #kobrakidkin

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[baycitystygian]

a candy corn!

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[charavioletart]

Here’s a Jasper and Holly Blue Agate fusion I made. Decided to name her Crackled Fire Agate because it’s an agate and it’s fire.

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[classysassy9791]

Sometimes its the quieter moments that speak the loudest. A story of love, laughter, and friendship carried through the years during the most wonderful season of all. Full of fluff and Christmas cheer. Interconnecting One-shots.

Fandom: Inuyasha  Genre: Romance/Friendship Pairings: InuKag, MirSan, SessKagu Ch. 1 l

Chapter 2: Jingle Bell Rock Word Count: 1900 Can also be found here

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Kagome’s agate eyes glanced up as she craned her neck to gaze upon the magnificent Christmas tree Sango’s family had in their living room. It was certainly tall (it must have taken at least six men to lug it back to the house) and embellished with maroon and silver garland, twinkling every now and then from the white lights. Beautiful ornaments hung from the branches, each swaying gently and shimmering under the dimmed lights.

Presents were crowded beneath the tree, wrapped in red, silver, or green, varying in size, with large ribbons on top. Name tags hung off them, written with love and adoration. Kagome smiled, noticing her name on a few of them. Although presents were nice, they were not her favorite part of the holiday.

No, her favorite part was much simpler. She loved that the season was one of utter bliss. Warmth and kindness permeated and the excited smiles of children warmed the frosty air. The season always ignited her senses, and sparked youthfulness in even the elderly. The magic of the season brought people together from corners of the globe. Christmas was not only a time for excitement, but also one for serenity. Christmas was like the last crackling embers of a fire as the year drew to a close.

“Hey,” Inuyasha greeted, coming to stand beside her.

Kagome smiled, not taking her eyes off the Christmas tree, and sighed deeply. “I love Christmas.”

“Keh,” he scoffed with an eye roll. “You’re like Mother Christmas over here.”

She narrowed her eyes and threw him a playful glare. “Is that such a bad thing?”

He shrugged. “Suppose not.”

“Hey you two!” Sango called, meeting up with them in the middle of the living room. She handed Kagome a cup of hot chocolate, complete with the little marshmallows. “How’s it going?”

Inuyasha frowned. “Where’s my cup of cocoa?”

“You don’t like the marshmallows,” Sango pointed out. “You don’t deserve any.”

Kagome giggled, curling her hands around the warm mug and breathing in the chocolaty scent. “The marshmallows are the best part.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Inuyasha grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest. “So you’ve said.”

“Love the sweater, Inuyasha,” Miroku chuckled, entering the living room and taking a seat on the arm rest of the sofa. “It really brings out your, er, eyes?”

Inuyasha scowled and glowered at his friend. “Do you want to die today, Miroku?” he snarled sharply, clenching his hand into a fist to prove his point.

Miroku held up his hands defensively. “I’m just saying, you should dress like this more often. I’m sure the ladies would love it.”

Sango smirked, eyeing the red and green sweater that currently adorned Inuyasha, complete with balls of cotton and all. “Tell me again why you’re wearing it exactly?” she questioned, trying to stifle a laugh.

Heated amber eyes turned in her direction. “My mother made it for me. Got a problem with that?”

“Not at all,” Kagome soothed, placing a hand on his arm. “I think it’s very sweet of your mother to make you a gift. And it looks great on you.”

She was being genuine, but Miroku couldn’t take it, and practically fell off the couch laughing so hard. Sango quickly hit him upside the head before Inuyasha had the chance. “Give it a rest,” she ordered, shaking her head before finishing off her cup of cocoa.

Just then, their families entered the living room, everyone full from Christmas dinner. Sango’s mother smiled as she placed a lit candle upon the fireplace, allowing the aroma of fresh pine to fill their senses. Allured by the scent of freshly baked Christmas cookies, Kagome turned to see her brother enter with a tray of baked goods, fresh out of the oven thanks to their mother.

Sango’s father cleared his throat, taking his place by the warmth of the grand fireplace. He patiently waited for everyone to find their place, before raising his glass of champagne in a toast.

“Christmas is a good time; a kind, forgiving, generous, pleasant time; a time in which men and women open their hearts freely to strangers. I am thankful to see all of my dear friends this evening, and that no matter how much distance the years bring us, we are still able to come together on this one holiday. Here’s wishing you all more happiness than my words can tell, not just alone for Christmas, but for the rest of the year as well. God bless us.”

Shouts of “God Bless” rang through the room as everyone raised their glass of champagne, eggnog, or hot cocoa in a toast to friendship and family. Then suddenly music filled the space and dancing commenced.

Kagome watched with a smile as Sango’s parents began to waltz across the living room floor. They were quickly followed by her own mother led by young Souta, and the Taisho’s. Inuyasha’s mother was pale and sickly, much thinner than she should have been. But her eyes still sparkled and a soft smile caressed her lips. Mr. Taisho grasped her hand tenderly and slowly stepped across the living room floor.

“Come on, Inuyasha,” Kagome prodded, taking his hand and giving it an insistent pull. “Dance with me.”

He scoffed and stood his ground. “Not on your life,” he grumbled. “I wouldn’t be caught dead doin’ that.”

Her lips pulled into a pout as her eyes turned pleading. “Why not?” she whined, hoping to convince him.

“Inuyasha doesn’t know how to dance,” Miroku said matter-of-factly, appearing beside Kagome. “Shall we?” He bowed low at the waist and held out his hand for her to take.

She grinned at his gesture and curtsied as she laughed. “We shall.”

Inuyasha watched as Miroku pulled Kagome to the dance floor, spinning her under the sparkling lights of the Christmas tree. Kagome’s eyes shone brightly as she placed her hand in his; he placed his hand on her waist, and whisked her onto the dance floor. They turned and twirled as if they were professionals, with Miroku leading each precise step.

Kagome’s laughter echoed through the room. Inuyasha crossed his arms over his chest and leaned up against the wall, his amber eyes carefully watching his friends. “You know,” Sango said from beside him, sipping on her hot cocoa gingerly. “If you didn’t want Miroku to dance with her, you should’ve just taken her up on her offer.”

“As if,” Inuyasha grumbled, shrugging off her words. “What does it matter what Kagome does? I’m not her keeper.”

Sango gave him a pointed look. “Please, it’s obvious to everyone that the two of you are going to end up together some day.”

A heated blush crept into Inuyasha’s cheeks as he averted his gaze. “Keep dreamin’,” he scoffed. “Kagome and I are just friends. She’s like my sister.”

She rolled her eyes and giggled. “Whatever you say, Inuyasha.”

Grumbling incoherently, he pushed off the wall and stormed to the kitchen, hell bent on getting himself a cup of hot cocoa, without the little marshmallows. Sango was just seeing things. There was nothing going on between him and Kagome. Simple as that.

A couple hours later, the party had winded down as everyone bid their farewells and headed toward their homes. Sango stood at the doorway as Kagome shrugged on her jacket with Inuyasha waiting just outside for her.

“You get her home safe, Inuyasha,” Sango called with a silly grin. “You hear? Otherwise I’ll have your head.”

Inuyasha waved a hand over his head with acknowledgement before shoving them into the pockets of his jacket to keep warm. Kagome giggled as she wrapped her scarf around her neck. “We’ll be fine, Sango,” she assured. “I’m only a few houses down.”

She shrugged. “I know. I just like teasing him. I’ll see you later.”

Kagome reached in for a hug. “Merry Christmas, Sango.”

“Same to you,” she replied as they pulled away.

With a final wave, Kagome exited the house as Sango closed the door behind her. She jogged to catch up with Inuyasha, who was already a house away. “Wait up,” she hollered as she met up with him, shoving her mitten clad hands in her jacket. “What’s the rush?”

“No rush. You just take forever,” he barbed.

She frowned and furrowed her brows. “Maybe you should have more patience.”

“Keh, you just have too good of a time when it comes to these parties.”

“Oh?” she questioned incredulously. “And that’s a bad thing?”

He crossed his arms behind his head and shrugged. “Why didn’t you have Miroku walk you home? You seemed to be having a great time with him.”

Kagome paused in walking and gave him a wide-eyed look. “Inuyasha…” she began, trying to wrap her mind around his words. “Are you… Are you jealous?”

A blush dusted his cheeks. “Hell no. What would I have to be jealous for?”

She laughed as she skipped up beside him. “You are, aren’t you?” she interrogated. “Inuyasha, please, there’s no need to be jealous.” She pulled at his arm and held his hand in hers. “You’re my best friend. Nothing is ever going to change that.”

He smiled softly as she leaned her head against his shoulder. Sango’s words from earlier came to mind, but he quickly dismissed them with a small shake of his head. They were friends, nothing more. Even Kagome had agreed.

But he couldn’t help the warmth that pooled in his stomach and the way his heart palpitated against his chest.

They arrived at Kagome’s doorstep minutes later. “Thank you for walking me home, Inuyasha,” she said.

“No problem,” he replied, his amber eyes glowing in the darkness. He stood so close to her he could see the small puffs of their breath dance with one another between them.

Kagome grinned up at him, watching as snowflakes melted into his hair and disappearing in his mane of silver. “Well, I guess I should go in,” she mumbled. “You get home safe, okay?”

“Kagome, wait,” he suddenly called.

She eyed him hesitantly. “What is it?”

He averted his gaze and seemed to be fumbling for words. “I… uh… I have something for you.”

Eyebrows raised with surprise. “For me?”

Inuyasha swallowed thickly. He pulled a small package from inside his pocket and handed it to her. “My mother made it for me years ago. I thought you might like it.”

Her eyes questioned him as she delicately took the package. The wrapping job was horrible, and she hid a smile from the boy who had done it. What was inside, though, took her breath away.

The Christmas ornament wasn’t nearly as fancy as the ones in the store. It wasn’t all that modern, and truth be told, the face had smudges of dirt. It was an angel fashioned from beige cloth and denim, the wings on the back had once been shiny but had become dulled with age.

Kagome knew it should’ve been thrown out long ago, replaced with something that sparkled. But dirt was not the only thing this little angel had accumulated. It was soaked in memories, drenched in happy times, a bridge back to the years gone by. Each stitch had been sewn by his mother before she had become so sick. And Inuyasha had entrusted her with it.

Tears came to her eyes. “You’re giving this to me?” she questioned quietly.

He nodded, watching her reaction carefully.

She smiled and wrapped her arms around his waist. “Thank you, Inuyasha. This means so much.”

“Keh,” he replied. “It’s nothin’ really.”

A small imperceptible smile found its way to his lips, as he wrapped his arms around her in return.

#inuyasha #kagome #inukag #fanfiction #inuyasha fanfiction #inukag fanfiction #my fanfiction #sassy stays classy #a christmas story

[glancieri]

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[larry-reverie]

avas demon gem AU part 1????

vial!ava is probably sunstone idk

((kind of inspired by @allthefandoms1111‘s idea))

#avas demon au #steven universe au #avas demon #ava ire #wrathia bellarmina #gemsonas #padparadscha #crackled fire agate #my art #gem au

[doserman]

This is an OTA, the highest offer gets to adopt!! Meet mint diamond and her court!!

Mint diamond: she is a very calm and stable diamond with the ability to read minds, see the future, and use telekinesis. Her aura fills gems with determination and drive, and a feeling of refreshment. (Open)

Mint pearl: she is much like mint diamond, and is kinda useless to her, seen as her gem prevents her from seeing at all, she is basically a friend to mint! (Open)

Grossular garnet: she is very stubborn and snooty, and where’s all of her poofed gems on her dress. (Open)

Mtrolite quartz: just a quartz soldier (open)

Polyhedroyd agate: a stiff a rigid agate in charge of a group of quartz soldiers. (Open)

Mint sapphire: an average sapphire with plant abilities instead of ice. (CLOSED)

Ruby-Zoesite: an average ruby (open)

Bleached peridot: an even crankeyer peridot (open)

Chilean lapis: an androgynous lapis with fog wings (open)

Fire obsidian: an uncorrupted obsidian with fire powers (CLOSED)

Hiddenite/green spoudmene: a spoudmene with a passion for hide and seek (open)

Lagoon crackle quartz: an uncorrupted quartz soldier that has found a new life as a life guard (open)

REMEMBER THIS IS AN OTA (OFFER TO ADOPT) FOR MINT DIAMOND AND HER COURT!! THE HIGHEST BID WINS!! And credit to the bases by @artifiziell , I don’t normally use based, but I wanted to do some practice!!

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[selectbeads]

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