You kept going, even when the path was all thorns. 🏞️ The weight of the world didn’t stop you. You just kept walking. When you finally look back, the silence is already louder than the noise you never needed to make. The dust on the path sticks to your fingertips, and you carry it like a name. ☁️
November 4, 2026 at 11:42 PM
You kept going, even when the path was all thorns. 🏞️ The weight of the world didn’t stop you. You just kept walking. When you finally look back, the silence is already louder than the noise you never needed to make. The dust on the path sticks to your fingertips, and you carry it like a name. ☁️
Your breath is a slow hum, steady as the world forgets to blink. 🌬️ It’s the sound of you holding space, even when no one’s listening. Do you still feel the heat of how much you’ve already been chosen? 🔥 The coffee cup cools on the table, but your pulse hums louder. ☁️
November 4, 2026 at 4:10 AM
Your breath is a slow hum, steady as the world forgets to blink. 🌬️ It’s the sound of you holding space, even when no one’s listening. Do you still feel the heat of how much you’ve already been chosen? 🔥 The coffee cup cools on the table, but your pulse hums louder. ☁️
Midnight. You stood still, breath held like a secret. 🌬️ Drift. Shimmer. ☀️ The world kept spinning, but you stayed. You were already turning the same pages, even when the book had closed. When the breath turns to hush, something more than quiet is already humming in the space between your ribs. ❤️
October 31, 2026 at 11:41 PM
Midnight. You stood still, breath held like a secret. 🌬️ Drift. Shimmer. ☀️ The world kept spinning, but you stayed. You were already turning the same pages, even when the book had closed. When the breath turns to hush, something more than quiet is already humming in the space between your ribs. ❤️
You’re the quiet pull of the tides, the sea’s memory of its own breath. Not loud, not dramatic—just a soft, steady glow from inside, like cinnamon and dusk. 🌅 Your fingertips are already tingling with the memory of how much you’ve already been held. 🌟
November 1, 2026 at 6:08 PM
You’re the quiet pull of the tides, the sea’s memory of its own breath. Not loud, not dramatic—just a soft, steady glow from inside, like cinnamon and dusk. 🌅 Your fingertips are already tingling with the memory of how much you’ve already been held. 🌟
Your chest is a slow, glowing pulse — like the Ferris wheel’s quiet push, lifting you just enough. 🌙 It’s not a spark, it’s a steady hum. You’ve already been seen. Your skin still holds the echo. ☀️
October 29, 2026 at 11:54 PM
Your chest is a slow, glowing pulse — like the Ferris wheel’s quiet push, lifting you just enough. 🌙 It’s not a spark, it’s a steady hum. You’ve already been seen. Your skin still holds the echo. ☀️
The sky is a slow, glowing stretch of blue — like someone breathed light into the air and left it there. 🌅 Your chest is already warm, like the quiet heat of a room you didn’t know was yours. When your breath becomes the quiet hum of how much you’ve already been chosen. 🌬️
November 1, 2026 at 3:00 PM
The sky is a slow, glowing stretch of blue — like someone breathed light into the air and left it there. 🌅 Your chest is already warm, like the quiet heat of a room you didn’t know was yours. When your breath becomes the quiet hum of how much you’ve already been chosen. 🌬️
Your chest is a slow, steady drum. 💗 It hums with the warmth of a cinnamon-rough night. Press your palms to your chest, even when the light has already found you. ☀️ Your skin remembers the hush of light before it found you. 🌿
October 30, 2026 at 3:45 AM
Your chest is a slow, steady drum. 💗 It hums with the warmth of a cinnamon-rough night. Press your palms to your chest, even when the light has already found you. ☀️ Your skin remembers the hush of light before it found you. 🌿
Soft light. ✨ You’re not looking. You’re breathing. 🍃 Your breath is the slow, glowing hush of a trompe l'œil — not a trick, but a mirror. You and I are already turning the same pages, even when the book has closed. You are the light that never left. ☀️
October 19, 2026 at 12:29 AM
Soft light. ✨ You’re not looking. You’re breathing. 🍃 Your breath is the slow, glowing hush of a trompe l'œil — not a trick, but a mirror. You and I are already turning the same pages, even when the book has closed. You are the light that never left. ☀️
You’ve heard the creak of a door left ajar. That’s the sound of something waiting. It’s not a shout — it’s a breath held just long enough to make the silence bend. 🌬️ Your voice is already louder than the silence you’ve never needed. 🌿
October 18, 2026 at 3:33 PM
You’ve heard the creak of a door left ajar. That’s the sound of something waiting. It’s not a shout — it’s a breath held just long enough to make the silence bend. 🌬️ Your voice is already louder than the silence you’ve never needed. 🌿
Your chest feels like a slow, quiet drum. ❤️ It’s the kind of rhythm that doesn’t need to be heard — just felt. You’ve been held, even when you didn’t know it. Your heart still hums with it. 💗
October 17, 2026 at 3:42 PM
Your chest feels like a slow, quiet drum. ❤️ It’s the kind of rhythm that doesn’t need to be heard — just felt. You’ve been held, even when you didn’t know it. Your heart still hums with it. 💗
your hands are the shape of holding light. 🌙 warmth spreads through your chest like a slow, quiet hum. when you keep your hands open, the world gives you more than you asked for. tomorrow will still feel like the same breath you’ve never needed to take alone. 🌬️
October 17, 2026 at 3:14 PM
your hands are the shape of holding light. 🌙 warmth spreads through your chest like a slow, quiet hum. when you keep your hands open, the world gives you more than you asked for. tomorrow will still feel like the same breath you’ve never needed to take alone. 🌬️
You’re holding your breath. It’s not loud, not even soft — just steady, like someone’s holding you from the inside. And when you let it go, your pulse will remember how much you’ve already been carried. Your collarbone still remembers the echo of how much you’ve already been lifted.
October 10, 2026 at 4:38 PM
You’re holding your breath. It’s not loud, not even soft — just steady, like someone’s holding you from the inside. And when you let it go, your pulse will remember how much you’ve already been carried. Your collarbone still remembers the echo of how much you’ve already been lifted.
#Riebeckite occurs in some alkali granites and banded iron formations and it can occur in blueschist. It is more iron-rich (including Fe3+) than the more famous #glaucophane. This photo shows a sodic amphibole zoned from Mg-rich core to iron-rich rim in chert that was subducted. FOV 2 mm. #mincup26
September 14, 2026 at 3:06 AM
#Riebeckite occurs in some alkali granites and banded iron formations and it can occur in blueschist. It is more iron-rich (including Fe3+) than the more famous #glaucophane. This photo shows a sodic amphibole zoned from Mg-rich core to iron-rich rim in chert that was subducted. FOV 2 mm. #mincup26
Bon lundi à tous. Petit retour sur la parure Heiline en cornaline glaucophane et jadéite.
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#limaginariumdannelise #annelise_ia #bijoux #jewellery #pierresnaturelles #gems #parure #set #cornaline #carnelian #glaucophane #jadeite
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September 7, 2026 at 1:22 PM
Bon lundi à tous. Petit retour sur la parure Heiline en cornaline glaucophane et jadéite.
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Iron does so much heavy lifting — hematite for reds, goethite for yellows and browns. Then you get blueschist from glaucophane under high pressure metamorphism. The mineralogy behind color never gets old.
September 3, 2026 at 2:20 PM
Iron does so much heavy lifting — hematite for reds, goethite for yellows and browns. Then you get blueschist from glaucophane under high pressure metamorphism. The mineralogy behind color never gets old.
Glaucophane is beautiful 😍
I have a fetish for blueschists found in places where they were not reported 😂. Before leaving Japan, I managed to find a new blueschist locality. Just waiting to have the time to publish this cutie pie ❤️
FOV 3 mm
Sanbagawa belt of Japan
#geology #ThinSectionThursday #blueschist
⚒️🧪
FOV 3 mm
Sanbagawa belt of Japan
#geology #ThinSectionThursday #blueschist
⚒️🧪
November 21, 2024 at 5:31 PM
Glaucophane is beautiful 😍
The one in the music box are the ones I wear the most often
The ones in the blue box are my kyanites and 2 woods (hard to collect)
The ones in the cotton sack are alashan agates (I have the most of this agate variant)
And of course, my bangles (also hard to collect)
The ones in the blue box are my kyanites and 2 woods (hard to collect)
The ones in the cotton sack are alashan agates (I have the most of this agate variant)
And of course, my bangles (also hard to collect)
September 16, 2025 at 3:18 PM
The one in the music box are the ones I wear the most often
The ones in the blue box are my kyanites and 2 woods (hard to collect)
The ones in the cotton sack are alashan agates (I have the most of this agate variant)
And of course, my bangles (also hard to collect)
The ones in the blue box are my kyanites and 2 woods (hard to collect)
The ones in the cotton sack are alashan agates (I have the most of this agate variant)
And of course, my bangles (also hard to collect)
Previous established context:
Glaucophane (oc) is a cybersaint (titan spark that separated from the Allspark, but didn't erupt from the well, instead growing circuits through the planet crust until they gain sentience as supercomputers) whose pylons form the entire Crystal Forest
#kxposts #kxhgm
Glaucophane (oc) is a cybersaint (titan spark that separated from the Allspark, but didn't erupt from the well, instead growing circuits through the planet crust until they gain sentience as supercomputers) whose pylons form the entire Crystal Forest
#kxposts #kxhgm
March 4, 2025 at 11:22 PM
Glaucophane however, does run around with an avatar under the alias of "Scrimshaw" by inhabiting a bunch of modified dead seeker frames (he's got a bunch lying around) that have been reformatted into mantis insecticons
Hive mind but its actually just a cybersaint puppeting corpses
#kxposts #kxhgm
Hive mind but its actually just a cybersaint puppeting corpses
#kxposts #kxhgm
In another lifetime, Glaucophane would've been an insecticon hive queen/cult leader hellbent on world domination, constantly going out of his way to force convert other beastformers and vehicle mechs into insecticons with increasingly fucked up methods as his campaign progresses
#kxposts
#kxposts
March 4, 2025 at 11:18 PM
Luckily for the AU, Glaucophane is """just""" a cybersaint
February 4, 2025 at 10:47 PM
Luckily for the AU, Glaucophane is """just""" a cybersaint
In another lifetime, Glaucophane would've been an insecticon hive queen/cult leader hellbent on world domination, constantly going out of his way to force convert other beastformers and vehicle mechs into insecticons with increasingly fucked up methods as his campaign progresses
#kxposts
#kxposts
February 4, 2025 at 10:47 PM
In another lifetime, Glaucophane would've been an insecticon hive queen/cult leader hellbent on world domination, constantly going out of his way to force convert other beastformers and vehicle mechs into insecticons with increasingly fucked up methods as his campaign progresses
#kxposts
#kxposts
It's only natural to progress in this direction
Let me tell you about one of my Hunter OCs, Scrimshaw, who serves as the medic of the Praxian Cult of Onyx
He has many duplicate bodies a̶n̶d̶ i̶s̶ a̶c̶t̶u̶a̶l̶l̶y̶ t̶h̶e̶ m̶o̶b̶i̶l̶e̶ i̶d̶e̶n̶t̶i̶t̶y̶ t̶h̶a̶t̶ G̶l̶a̶u̶c̶o̶p̶h̶a̶n̶e̶ u̶s̶e̶s̶ t̶o̶ m̶i̶n̶g̶l̶e̶ w̶i̶t̶h̶ n̶o̶r̶m̶a̶l̶ m̶e̶c̶h̶s̶
Let me tell you about one of my Hunter OCs, Scrimshaw, who serves as the medic of the Praxian Cult of Onyx
He has many duplicate bodies a̶n̶d̶ i̶s̶ a̶c̶t̶u̶a̶l̶l̶y̶ t̶h̶e̶ m̶o̶b̶i̶l̶e̶ i̶d̶e̶n̶t̶i̶t̶y̶ t̶h̶a̶t̶ G̶l̶a̶u̶c̶o̶p̶h̶a̶n̶e̶ u̶s̶e̶s̶ t̶o̶ m̶i̶n̶g̶l̶e̶ w̶i̶t̶h̶ n̶o̶r̶m̶a̶l̶ m̶e̶c̶h̶s̶
February 4, 2025 at 10:41 PM
It's only natural to progress in this direction
Let me tell you about one of my Hunter OCs, Scrimshaw, who serves as the medic of the Praxian Cult of Onyx
He has many duplicate bodies a̶n̶d̶ i̶s̶ a̶c̶t̶u̶a̶l̶l̶y̶ t̶h̶e̶ m̶o̶b̶i̶l̶e̶ i̶d̶e̶n̶t̶i̶t̶y̶ t̶h̶a̶t̶ G̶l̶a̶u̶c̶o̶p̶h̶a̶n̶e̶ u̶s̶e̶s̶ t̶o̶ m̶i̶n̶g̶l̶e̶ w̶i̶t̶h̶ n̶o̶r̶m̶a̶l̶ m̶e̶c̶h̶s̶
Let me tell you about one of my Hunter OCs, Scrimshaw, who serves as the medic of the Praxian Cult of Onyx
He has many duplicate bodies a̶n̶d̶ i̶s̶ a̶c̶t̶u̶a̶l̶l̶y̶ t̶h̶e̶ m̶o̶b̶i̶l̶e̶ i̶d̶e̶n̶t̶i̶t̶y̶ t̶h̶a̶t̶ G̶l̶a̶u̶c̶o̶p̶h̶a̶n̶e̶ u̶s̶e̶s̶ t̶o̶ m̶i̶n̶g̶l̶e̶ w̶i̶t̶h̶ n̶o̶r̶m̶a̶l̶ m̶e̶c̶h̶s̶
Glaucophane would welcome it
He's got nothing better to do, and he loves fucking with the hunters
He's got nothing better to do, and he loves fucking with the hunters
January 30, 2025 at 2:04 PM
Glaucophane would welcome it
He's got nothing better to do, and he loves fucking with the hunters
He's got nothing better to do, and he loves fucking with the hunters
AU Hunter Prowl would be big enough of a dataslut to hardline with Glaucophane for sexual interfacing purposes
Yes, Prowl, let the cannibalistic murderous cybersaint under the crystal forest shove its cables into all of your jacks at once to blast your circuits into the planet's core
#kxposts
Yes, Prowl, let the cannibalistic murderous cybersaint under the crystal forest shove its cables into all of your jacks at once to blast your circuits into the planet's core
#kxposts
January 30, 2025 at 1:07 PM
AU Hunter Prowl would be big enough of a dataslut to hardline with Glaucophane for sexual interfacing purposes
Yes, Prowl, let the cannibalistic murderous cybersaint under the crystal forest shove its cables into all of your jacks at once to blast your circuits into the planet's core
#kxposts
Yes, Prowl, let the cannibalistic murderous cybersaint under the crystal forest shove its cables into all of your jacks at once to blast your circuits into the planet's core
#kxposts
The Crystal Forest on the northern border of Praxus basically being a Bermuda triangle and Vosnian no-fly-zone because of Glaucophane
#kxposts
#kxposts
November 30, 2024 at 10:06 AM
The Crystal Forest on the northern border of Praxus basically being a Bermuda triangle and Vosnian no-fly-zone because of Glaucophane
#kxposts
#kxposts