everybody got a tag

Obligatory “I remade my blog and need to follow more witches” post because my dash is still dead. Give this a like/reblog/reply if you primarily post:

  • Witchcraft
  • Divination (especially tarot)
  • Spirit work
  • Astral travel
  • Paganism/polytheism (any kind)
  • Tips for neurodivergent/spoonie witches
  • LGBT+ witch stuff (especially trans witches!)

I’ll check out your blog~

Edit: The notes on this post are messed up on my activity feed. I might come back to it from time to time to find people to follow, but I’m not checking it regularly any more.

(do u like my weird-ass gif? it’s rainbow text at the bottom for obvious reasons)


I hit 1k+ followers on this blog recently, so I’ve decided to do a follow forever as stated by my crappy gif above. The blogs below are in no particular order; just my favorite YOI exclusive/YOI-posting blogs. Thank you!

@randomsplashes @nikiforoov @gotvodka @ammeja @crimson-chains @merryvictuuri @lostadult @cookiecreation @duskisnigh @madelezabeth @victuuriiscanon @wecalleverythinglove @katsudon-with-ur-shit @dangerouslypleasantvictuuri @zephyrine-gale @viktoronbottom @queerkatsuki @linni-t @yuuriviictor @stripedturtlenecksweater @blessedburial @indiansummersunset @actualyuuri @narootos @prettyboyviktor @viktyuuris @yurionices @realisticallycynical @nikkiforova @tosquinha @sexykatsudon @doodlesonice @tsuyunotare @beanpots @min-min-minnie @seek-victory @victory-for-victuuri @vyctornikiforov @iceyuuri @yuuriikatsukii @inknose @reipx @ace-skate-mom @gaynikiforov @viktors-ass @tanaw @gays-on-ice 

Noragami Selfie Challenge 2!

Rules, as explained by @noragamitexts (thanks for the tag <3 And thank you for starting another Noragami game!):

Selfie of your cute self, a little memo about your cute self, and something Noragami related you want to show/talk about! Tag #noragami selfie 2

Last time we did this, I had no Noragami stuff save for fanart and a single volume. But thanks to my awesome international friends, my collection is now wider plus bilingual! :D

I tag @yatorihell @yatorivevo @moonemi @paperypiper @scarfblogs @kurisuumakise @skadventuretime @fushiginokunino @summylise ~

Another thing about Skam: They are f*ing teenagers. They do a lot of shit, some might learn from it and some don’t. Making mistakes and standing up to your mistakes that is called growing up. So being shitty towards characters that we haven’t seen in a while and only talking about their mistakes is a thing that also happens in real life. And that f*ing sucks. So don’t treat teenagers as if they aren’t aloud to makes mistakes and as if they are not able to grow out of it and develop. Skam is a show that is supposed to be realistic, some people get older and still suck as much as before, some were okay and now they suck and some did bad shit but they are okay now. And that is realistic, what is not is that every single person stays on the point where they were years ago. It’s called a round character, they develop. And we should be grateful because not every show does that, many only focus on like three people that develop and the rest is always a flat character.
On the Brink - Chapter 3

Chapter 1, Chapter 2

Pairings: Lucifer x You

Warnings: Torture. Swearing.

Author’s Note: I erased half of this and re-wrote it, so I’m hoping you all like it! I think I got everybody with the tags, but if I didn’t please let me know. I definitely didn’t exclude anyone on purpose. Let me know what you think of this chapter - thanks!

Tags: @krysta1kitkat @caffeine-nights @dekahg @capsofwinchesters @casteelle @tolieboy @xmaspumpkin @amyapathetic @littlepandadreamer @only-a-nerd @uruburock13 @teamfreewilllovesyou

Originally posted by lucifersagents

You and Lucifer were left alone for a week after that horrible torture session. It seemed that the King knew you would need a break to recover for more torture. The blisters on your feet weren’t anywhere close to being fully healed but at least you could now walk again. You weren’t sure how Lucifer’s wings were because he hadn’t offered to let you see them again, and you hadn’t asked. He still hadn’t told you where he had been for those two weeks or why he had treated you so poorly when he returned, and you weren’t sure you wanted to know. There was something different about him now and you weren’t sure if it was because of where he had been or if it was because of the torture.

It was on the fifth day of this blissful break that Todrick showed up. Tod was a lesser demon that had been tasked with taking care of your laundry once a month. Apparently Crowley had a distaste for soiled clothing. Tod was a slight little thing, with big round glasses and a prominent Adam’s apple. He always looked nervous and you supposed he should be. He was, after all, how your lotions and medicines were being smuggled in.

“Hey Tod,” You said, standing up from the floor where you had been laying in silence. To your surprise, Lucifer sat up on the bed with a curious look on his face. “Hang on, I’ll get the clothes for you.”Tod nodded, peering cautiously through the bars at Lucifer.

“So that’s him, huh?” He asked you, as though Lucifer couldn’t hear him perfectly.

“Yep, that’s the Devil.” You grunted as you stooped to grab the bloody, torn clothes off the ground.

“Huh, I thought he’d be more…just more, you know?”

Lucifer scowled. “I’m more than you’ll ever be, you pathetic little flea.”

“Take it easy,” You said to the archangel as you passed the clothes through the bars. “Tod is one of the good ones.”

Lucifer snorted, but you ignored him.

“Hey, we need some more of the burn salve.” You said to Tod in a low voice. “We’re running really low.”

“Already?” He asked, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat.

“Yeah. There’s two of us now, see?”

“Yeah, yeah, I see. Alright, I’ll get you some.”

“Thank you,” You said, with real warmth in your voice. “You are amazing. I mean it.”

Tod stuttered and squeaked, “Y…you’re welcome!”

He turned and scurried away with the clothes in his hands. You watched him leave before turning around, intending to lay back down where you had been before. You stopped when you saw Lucifer smirking at you with a smug expression.

“What?” You asked warily.

“I get it now.” He said. “I see what you do.”

“What are you talking about?”

“You are just such a Winchester.”

“You keep saying that,” You growled, annoyance starting to rise within you. “What exactly do you mean?”

He crossed his arms over his chest. “What I mean is that you charmed that poor little freak into doing whatever you want and you did it on purpose. He’s so in love with you that he’d probably open the door and let you free if you asked him.”

“First of all,” You began. “No he won’t because I’ve already asked him. Second of all, he is not in love with me. And third of all, if he is, I didn’t do it on purpose.”

“I’ve seen how you operate now, little Winchester.” Lucifer said, that smirk still on his stupid face. “You just charm everyone around you in order to get your way. I’m onto you.”

“Lucifer, I have no idea what you are talking about,” You grumbled. “I don’t try to charm everyone I meet.”

“So you’re trying to tell me that it just happens naturally?”

“That what happens naturally? That Tod just naturally liked me? I am pretty likable.” You retorted, your eyes flashing. “Besides, my natural charm and charisma clearly doesn’t affect everyone. You certainly don’t seem to care one way or the other.”

Lucifer’s smile seemed to flicker for a moment before the smirk was firmly back in place.

“And don’t you forget it.” He said.

“Oh trust me, Feathers,” You said, settling back down onto the floor. “If I try to charm you, you’ll know it. No one can resist the famous Winchester charm.”

You were expecting a witty remark, but all Lucifer said was, “Apparently.”

He was looking at you in an odd sort of way and you didn’t like it. You rolled over so you wouldn’t have to see him anymore and after a few moments you heard him lay back down. He was being so weird lately. This was the most he had spoken to you in days. And it was about charming people? Making them like you? So. Weird.

Crowley came for you on the eighth day and brought Lucifer again too. Your heart sank when you realized it was going to be more of the same thing. But you were shocked when you entered the torture room and instead saw Tod strapped down to the table. He wore a terrified expression and his eyes were rolling hideously in his head.

“This is Todrick,” Crowley began richly. “He’s the one who’s been washing your filthy, stinking clothes for the past eleven months, which I’m sure you already knew. He’s also the one who’s been providing you with medicines to help you heal faster.”

Adrenaline rushed through you at his words, but you couldn’t do anything besides stand there next to the archangel.

Crowley continued. “I’ve known this for a while now, but I let it go on. I was hoping I might make more progress than I have and I was being quite generous. But I’m done with that now. I need to know the location of the Hand of God device and you’ve got it up there in your little noggin, Y/N. So there will be no more medicines. No more clean clothes. But I’ll give you the choice of how Todrick dies. If you give me the location of the device, I’ll make it quick and clean. If you don’t, I will torture him for a very long time first and make you watch every second.”

You clenched your jaw against the scream that was threatening to come out. “No. I won’t tell you.”

“So be it.” Crowley scowled.It was a very long time before Tod succumbed to death. His shrieks were horrible and grating on your ears, but his hideous moans after Crowley cut out his tongue were even worse. He begged you to give up the location, pleaded with you, but you didn’t. So eventually he just took to screaming your name. You wanted to turn away and cover your ears, but you owed it to Tod to watch this. You silently vowed revenge on Crowley for this transgression as well as all the others, something you had done every day since your capture.

Once the demon was dead, Crowley had his mangled, bloody corpse tossed aside. He regarded you thoughtfully for a moment, then turned to his henchmen.

“Strap the archangel down.” He commanded.

“What? No!” You gasped. You turned towards Lucifer but there were three demons forcing his struggling form towards the table. You were grabbed roughly from behind to prevent you from running after him. “No!”

They strapped him onto the table and you stared at him. He looked back at you and you could see fear in his eyes. Your breath started coming in gasps.

“New deal.” Crowley said. “Either you tell me where the device is, or I’ll hack off his wings.”

The King stood next to Lucifer and picked up a Chinese cleaver from the table next to him. He grabbed at the air and yanked something hard. Lucifer cried out in pain and you knew Crowley had his wing in his hand.

“I…can’t.” You stuttered, your mind going numb.

Crowley sighed, raised the cleaver high, and brought it down through the air. It caught on something about halfway through his swing and Lucifer screamed. The sound was ten times worse than the sounds Tod had made and suddenly you couldn’t take it anymore.

“I’ll tell you!” You screamed as Crowley brought the cleaver up again. “Stop! I’ll tell you where it is!”

You weren’t sure you could be heard over the screams Lucifer was still emitting, but Crowley heard you. He hesitated, then put the cleaver back on the table. You saw that it was covered in blood and you felt sick. Lucifer was shaking and looked like he was about to pass out.

“Interesting.” Crowley said mildly.

“What’s interesting?” You snarled at him.

“Well, you just let Todrick be tortured for hours without saying a word, but one little cut on Lucifer and you’re ready to ‘fess up. It’s interesting, that’s all.”

You said nothing, merely glared at him. Lucifer was gasping still, but he seemed to have to his senses somewhat. He was looking at you, his eyes hooded.

“D…don’t.” He said in a harsh whisper.

“Sorry.” You have him a small smile. You looked back at Crowley. “Well? How do you want to do this? Do I just blab it out?”

“Sure.” He said. “But I will warn you that if I get there and the device isn’t there, I will return and finish the job on him.”

“How the hell am I supposed to know if it’s there or not?” You responded hotly. “I only have the information that I was given! I don’t know if it’s actually there because you kidnapped me before I could find out!”

“If it’s not there, I will hack his wings off piece by piece.” Crowley reiterated, growling.

You sneered, about to respond when the door to the chambers was suddenly wrenched open and three figures sprinted through. The two demons nearest the door were vaporized almost instantly. It happened so fast that you couldn’t see clearly. The demon holding your arm snarled and let go, and you stumbled. You turned to see a small figure also advancing through the door and recognized her as Crowley’s mother, Rowena. Not good.

Taking advantage of your new found freedom, you ran over to Lucifer and started undoing his restraints. Maybe in the chaos you could free him and find a way to escape.

“Winchester…” Lucifer breathed.

“Yeah, yeah, it’s me.” You said distractedly, tugging at the restraints. “Come on, we gotta get out of here.”

He gave you a half-smile and said weakly, “No, idiot. Winchesters.”

You realized he was pointing back towards the fray and you turned to see what was going on. It was then that you realized your brothers had arrived.

Okay, so like, I know Whiskey has been kind of Problematic™ so far, but the boy has such a #look, ya know?

Anyway, I guess this is a companion to this piece I did before I even had a side blog of Tango wearing a flamenco tango outfit.

This is slowly becoming a series……

(Edit: Added a vignette for the #aesthetic)

Get into my OC

I was tagged by the bae @vilemie thankyou mon pignouf ♥

NAME: Daeron Lasdi’nan 

AGE: He was born in 9:16 Dragon, he is 25 years old in the beginning of the Inquisition

GENDER: Male he/him


PROFESSION: Hitman/ Spy of the Inquisition


Once he bore the name of Lavellan. Her mother is the Archivist Adelneth Lavellan and he has a younger sister Rua’Lean, who is a powerfull mage. He is also like a brother to Atheleen. But Daeron has no magic in his genes. His father, a hunter too, died in the wildfire of the 9:19 Dragon year which destroyed and killed the half of the clan.

Keep reading

Crossover: Reign x Vikings

Part I

Fandom: Vikings x Reign
Pairing: Ivar The Boneless x Queen Mary Stuart
Words: 2338
Summary: Four days and still nothing from the leader of that great army, testing Mary her patience she asks for Hvitserk. And he just tells what she already suspected, that Ivar is planning it out. And that he does, making a entrance on her feast.

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Didn’t got everybody tagged for some reason, but, who isn’t on here and would love to be tagged let me know.

‘We want justice.’ The boy demanded. He was all alone, with no father, no mother for they got killed by those pagan invaders. He had nowhere to go, no home, no family and no status to demand something. And he wasn’t the only one, every survivor of the attack stood before her in the throne room demanding justice.
‘Justice will be served.’ Mary promised them. She looked aside to James who looked just as compassioned to the villagers as she did. She compensated them with a new home, food to get through the next weeks and the promise to punish the ones who did this to them. The boy bowed and walked with the other villagers out. Mary watched the doors close before she signed and stood up.
‘He will come Mary.’ James reassured her.
‘It has been four days, if he cared enough for his brother he would come the day after you gave the order to his men.’ Mary reacted. The situation frustrated her more than she let on. She walked over to the window, looking out to the villagers walking away. ‘They need to know I’m taking care of it.’
‘And you do. You do already more than another king or queen would do. Be patience sister.’ James smiled encouraged. Mary looked over her shoulder and smiled, slowly looking back outside.
‘Get me the prisoner.’ She commanded one of the guards. She turned away from the window towards her brother who stood aside her throne. She didn’t know what she would do without him. He was more than just an advisor, he was her brother, her family, she trusted him with her life. She returned back to her throne, her thought still with the Viking leader when the guards walked in with the prisoner between them.
‘Queen Mary.’ Hvitserk greeted her with a bow. His attitude didn’t change a bit, he was still in that way smiling … dangerously. She nodded towards one of her guards who unchained him. He stroke his wrists, Mary jus observed him before she turned her head aside to her brother.
‘Leave us.’ She whispered.
‘You sure?’ James asked. Mary looked back to the pagan.
‘Are you planning on killing me Hvitserk?’
‘No,’ he answered with a small smile. ‘what would be the fun in that.’ He followed. Mary looked back to her brother who suppressed a sign and nodded, pointing the guards out until there was nobody left except for Mary and Hvitserk. She leaned back, lifting her head a little while looking at him. He was just looking back.
‘You have been here for four days, I’m almost planning on thinking your brother doesn’t give a damn about your faith.’ She began. And there it was again, that chuckle of him. He was an attractive man, she had to admit, the strong black armor suited him just as that wild braided hair did.
‘Can I speak freely?’
‘Offcourse.’ She nodded. Hvitserk set a step closer, looking her right in the eyes. If he did it to strike fear down he was failing, Mary gazed in a great many eyes and she conquered them all. He was no different.
‘You are trying to anticipate the uncertainty of this situation, of my brother. I can only tell you he already got it all figured out,’ Hvitserk placed his finger against his temple. ‘that is what he does.’ He followed.
‘Uncertainties or not, your brother his faith is fixed, he will be punished for what he did.’ She fired right back. Hvitserk pressed his lips together and just nodded, she could see he wasn’t meaning it. ‘If you so well know your brother, why don’t you just amuse me with the details?’ She asked him boldly. He licked his lips, stepping forward until his one foot was placed onto the little platform on which her throne stood. She lifted her chin while he hovered forward, resting his upper body on his one knee.
‘I know he will look at you Mary Stuart, and he will see potential. When Ivar sees potential he is willing on going great lengths to get it. You better embrace the fact that you will have to listen to what he has to say.’ The last of his words hardly a whisper. Mary pushed her body a little closer, bringing her face to his.
‘And you better know that I had a great many deal of men claiming they can overthrow me.’ She whispered, standing up in the act. Hvitserk backed away with a smile, putting his hands up in surrender when she took a step from the platform, not even touching him. ‘I’m a queen, not a slave for him to toss around.’ Her voice grew a little more demanding. She stopped and he did the same, standing before her on practical the same eye level. ‘He will be no different.’ She silenced the subject. Hvitserk took a step back, bowing.
‘If you say so, queen Mary.’ He politely said in his bow. He was mocking her in a humoring way. Hvitserk didn’t look like a threat, although that could shift easily when he would join his brother again.
‘I have been a queen since I was born, I know how to keep my life, my crown, my people safe.’ She followed, turning back to her throne.
‘Doesn’t it blacken your heart, being a queen for so long?’ He asked. She froze, gazing at the throne while she repeated that question in her head. Did it blacken her heart? She faced the treat of getting killed numerous times, she face marriage, death, betrayal, she learned to distant herself, learned that love wasn’t a rule. She looked to the ground before she slowly turned back around to Hvitserk.
‘Ruling doesn’t demand a heart, it demands strength and authority.’ She coldly answered him. Hvitserk looked at her, like he recognized something in her that looked familiar. ‘Guards!’ She voiced through the throne room, not looking away from Hvitserk. The guards pushed the door open and walked in on her. ‘Bring Hvitserk back to his cell.’ She followed, not wanting to get further on the subject. Hvitserk nodded, willingly turning around and following the two guards. Mary looked at the back of him until he was out of sight before she turned around and gazed at her throne. Nobody would challenge her throne and certainly nobody would challenge her rule, not even a pagan leader who thought he known best.

Greer handed Mary her crown which a servant girl putted in her dark hair. Mary took a deep breath and looked in the mirror to the dress she wore. A light colored dress with a transparent layer around her shoulders, masked under the details of slight gold. Her dark hair laid loose over her shoulders, her hands folded against her stomach. ‘You should smile a little more on your birthday.’ Greer advised her. Mary looked aside and smiled relaxed.
‘I know.’ She admitted. Knowing the guests were arriving she hardly had looked forward to it. After seven days a patiently waiting she realized that he wasn’t planning on showing up until now, this night, this feast. Mary looked back to her reflexion in the mirror before looking over her shoulder to the guard who entered the room.
‘The guests are arrived.’ He announced with a bow. Mary looked to Greer who just smiled.
‘You look stunning.’ She praised her. Mary looked down over her dress before walking out of the room. She got accompanied by two guards who brought her by the throne room where all her guests were awaiting her. It were lords, ladies with influence and power, her subjects and even potential suitors. The all applause when she walked in and Mary smiled, lifting her hand gently to demand silence.
‘Thank you all for coming,’ she started while taking a glass over from her brother, she thanked him with a nod. ‘despite the cruelty from this world and recent events there needs to be a least a moment to join together in a celebration. I want to thank the alliances I have, the lords supporting my claim and the armies for defending this land. I wouldn’t be standing here because of that.’ She lifted her glass.
‘To the Queen of Scotland.’ James announced and everybody repeated that in a bow. Mary smiled, thanking the guests who congratulated her on her birthday, giving her gifts.
‘Mary.’ A female voice greeted her from behind. Mary turned around and frowned her eyebrows surprised.
‘Catherine, I didn’t expected you here.’ She outed. The woman laid her hands on Mary her shoulder and kissed each cheek. An example of an enemy that turned out to be a friend, a very powerful friend. ‘Did you sail all the way from France?’
‘Yes my dear, you have the greetings from the king.’ Catherine smiled, folding her hands together while criticizing the people gathered in the room. ‘How is Scotland fairing?’ She asked, always straight forward. Mary didn’t always love Catherine De’ Medici, queen regent of France. Nobody was more cunning than her, Mary learned a great many things from her, things that supported her rule here now.
‘You are still not married? Do you at least have a suitor?’ Catherine asked. Mary signed but kept her smile up while walking with her to the table were they offered all kind of treats and food.
‘No, I don’t.’ She answered honestly.
‘If England is planning on taking your claim you will wish you had a husband to support your back.’
‘I have enough allies to back me up.’ She tried to convince Catherine. Her eyes went to James who got approached by a guard, they whispered before leaving the room. Mary looked at them before her eyes shifted back to Catherine. ‘How is France?’
‘Flourishing.’ She smiled, although it wasn’t a meaningful one.
‘That doesn’t sound like the truth.’ Mary said, not looking at Catherine but smiling to the guests who enjoyed themselves.
‘Isn’t that all we queens do, smile and pretend the world is alright while we fight greater battles?’ Catherine asked. Mary looked aside to her, hardly nodding. Yes, that was all they did, minimizing the damage the country sustained. The words kept roaming in her head before her attention float to her brother walking in, he looked like himself, although he hide away his frustration while he walked over to her.
‘He is here.’ He announced. She knew it.
‘Who is?’ Catherine asked. Mary gave her glass away to a servant and turned back to her brother.
‘Bring him in.’
‘We can contain him until tomorrow.’ James suggested, following her back to her throne.
‘No, if he so badly wants the attention he can get it.’ She reacted, placing herself in her seat of power. Catherine came to stand aside her, just like she always did when Mary was part of the France court. She looked to the door until the guards pushed it open and let the person in who haunted her thoughts for a whole week. He crawled his way in, the music stopped, the dancing and talking stopped as everybody moved aside to let him pass between the guards.
‘What is that?’ Catherine asked in disgust. Ivar The Boneless, at least know she understood the source of his name. In black armor he crawled further, something a smug grin joining his lips before he held still and looked up. Her brown eyes contacted with those intense blue once and for a moment they just looked at each other while everybody around him started to whisper. He turned his body, until he sat up, stroking his hand over his braided dark hair. This did nothing for him, being here, among all those people as a cripple.
‘You wanted to see me?’ He spoke, tilting his head while he observed her even more. James stood aside her with his hand resting on the handle of his sword, ready to cut of whatever treat he formed.
‘Who is this man?’ Catherine asked. Mary pushed herself up from her throne, holding a hand relaxed before her stomach while the other hangs aside her body.
‘This is Ivar The Boneless, by what I hear of it he is a leader of a great heathen army.’
‘He is a pagan?’ Catherine interrupted her. Mary didn’t look to the queen regent of France, she held her eyes on Ivar while she approached him.
‘He raided three of my villages, killed my people, set houses on fire, left children homeless.’ She followed unusually cold. But it did nothing to him, he just kept looking at her, challenging her. The blue of his eyes like the restless waters she sailed so much.
‘You have to hear what I have to say.’
‘I have to do nothing!’ Mary hissed, standing still before him. ‘You come here, burning down my villages, stealing my people, interrupting my feast, thinking you have something to say.’ She began on the calmest tone ever while crouching down, leveling her eyes with his. She should fear the way he looked but it did nothing to her, he just fueled the anger the felt for the past seven days. ‘Do not test my power,’ she said with clenched teeth. ‘and do not tempt my fury.’ She followed in a whisper, warning him. ‘Guards, chain him.’ She commanded. They immediately came into action and Mary watched to the grin spreading over his face. ‘Lock him up, justice will be served tomorrow.’ She announced. The guests praised there queen as the guards pulled Ivar on his arms out. When the doors fell shut she took a deep breath, forcing a smile on her lips to the guests who thanked her. She turned around to her throne and walked over to it again, placing herself on it.
‘You will want to hear him out Mary.’ James whispered without looking at her. What did James know? Mary looked a little aside, softly nodding before placing her attention back to the feast she hardly enjoyed anymore.


hello everybody!! i have survived 2/3 of my exams and i got tagged in the bias selfie tag and i have also been tagged in the selfie tag many times but i have forgotten to do it asdfgh im sorry @performanceunit @dippiindots @taesies @perssphone @daegusoftboys 

im tagging @cuteji98 @kimdaily @irosula @adampairrsh @honeyoghurt @jiminssi @drogonqueen @bbltae 

Word to the wise, putting 8 draw the squad memes together is NOT a good idea XD. Im just gonna list everybody so noone has to deal with the tags. So we got Holly, Barry, Arin, Suzy, Ross, Kevin, Dan, Brian, Mat, Nate, Matt, Ryan, Stephanie, Mark, Jack, Sam, Maya, Edgar, Jacques, Marzia, Jon, Felix, and Jacksepticeye.

Also fun fact aparently with 23 gems there’s a possibility of 8,388,584 fusions…. i dont even think that many different kinds of gems exist XD