twinned crystals

I love the Off Colors and I want each of them to be safe and sound and know a life where they don’t have to fear for their life every second of the day. 

I mean, a Polyamorous fusion! Made out of no less than six individual gems! Who each love each other, keeping Fluorite stable despite her odd appearance, proving that a fusion does not have to look “normal” to be healthy. The reason for Fluorite’s slow speech is because, she, as well, is a conversation! 

A fusion of a Pearl and a Ruby … I always wanted to know what they might look like, but thought I’d never see one because I can’t see Ruby fusing without Sapphire. Rhodonite is scared and angry but still she keeps going.

A Sapphire/Padparadscha with what could be likened to a mental disability, as her predictions are always late. She’s always lagging behind the others but still so positive. She smiles and always tries her best. 

And the Rutile Twins … joined at the hip, literally. They only survived because the other rutiles were scared of them. They’re one gem technically but they are two distinct personalities, with their own thoughts, and yet so close. Gems don’t have a family … but the Rutiles are called twins for a reason. 

I want them to come to Earth, to learn true freedom and peace. I want Fluorite and Rhodonite to meet Garnet, a fusion who fought for the right to exist as herself, without fear. 

I want the Rutile Twins and Padparadscha to meet Amethyst, a gem who came out “wrong” like they did, and who learned that being different doesn’t mean that she’s worth any less. That you do not have to serve a purpose to be valued, and beautiful, and deserving of freedom and peace. 

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Lovely pair of twinned pyrite cubes

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books meme: [2/9] nine otps

ty blackthorn and kit herondale (the dark artifices)

“Just words I like,” he said. “If I say them to myself, it makes my mind—quieter. Does it bother you?”

“No!” Kit said quickly. “I was just curious what words you liked.”

Ty bit his lip. For a moment, Kit thought he wasn’t going to say anything at all. “It’s not the meaning, just the sound,” he said. “Glass, twin, apple, whisper, stars, crystal, shadow, lilt.” He glanced away from Kit, a shivering figure in his too-large hoodie, his black hair absorbing moonlight, giving none of it back.

“Whisper would be one of mine, too,” said Kit. He took a step toward Ty, touched his shoulder gently. “Cloud, secret, highway, hurricane, mirror, castle, thorns.”

“Blackthorns,” said Ty, with a dazzling smile, and Kit knew, in that instant, that whatever he’d been telling himself about running away for the past few days had been a lie. He wasn’t leaving the Shadowhunters. He wasn’t going anywhere. Because where the Blackthorns were, was his home now.