"Gotta tell the others I cracked it! But first, a little celebration with my one and only vice, glowskickin'!"
[dividers by ianrkives !]
hello, hi!! mod here, i watched the zhow, loved it, and now im here! black waz one of my favoritez, and i decided to make a blog for them zince ive zeen NONE. I do not know much about geology.. eek..
I want to give a warning that i may mizcharacterize black, ezpecially during certain timez(zleepinezz makez me worze), i am alzo a bit bad at remembering their perzonality, so i may take a bit to anzwer(aka rewatching partz of the zhow..) There will alzo probably be zpoilerz here!
but with all that handled, letz get into actual blog bitz!
I haven't decided on a zhip for Black yet, zo zhipping and flirting is open with both ocz and canon characterz! cartoonizh blood and ztuff iz allowed, but realiztic gore iz not. NZFW iz alzo a big no-no.
i hate doing tagz did you know #lostrocks - asks | #splitpieces - reblogs | #smoothcore - ship posts | #unfinishedgeology - single posts | freshlyhatched - black got a kid! | + all the other mongie tagz!
i tihnk thats literally all i have to do. UH!
MOD INFO!
mod goez by xe/xem/xer, and haz a typing quirk. pleaze try to ignore it, i only uze it in ooc thingz! you can refer to mod az key or zero! the blog iz run by a zyztem, zo certain thingz may vary, but the main mod will alwayz uze pink for xer ooc color!
poztz will alzo be drafted if the inbox beginz to overflow becauze of interactionz. pleaze have patience..!! they'll be queued up when the interaction endz!
uzually, ooc ztuff will be marked in tagz by the following methodz:
ending in -ooc/mod
beginning with [ooc] or ooc,
OR [in bracketz!]
(A package is dropped off, neatly wrapped with a bow tied on top and addressed to you. It seems like it was sent by that one fan. The wrapping looked expensive, and the handwriting was neat.)
[tw for mild gore descriptions.]
{..but once opened, it revealed a cat head. Messily sliced from its neck, dried blood spiked at the fur. Its fur patterns were eerily similar to Emerald's. Inside the box, there was a signature:}
With love, Pur.
lots of writing !!
TW: INDUCED PANIC ATTACK
⭐// White frolics around in the cafeteria, looking around to be sure nobody's seeing them. They hold Emerald in their hands, turning to see a lovely gift-- inspecting the tag.
" Emerald, look! It's a gift made for us two, the best in the ship! "
" Emerald, look! It's a gift made for us two, the best in the ship! "
⭐// White says, petting Emerald with lots of love. They kiss Emerald's head before keeping Emerald in one hand. Opening the box with a happy smile, they've always loved receiving gifts. It was like they were being spoiled. To be spoiled is something they ESPECIALLY deserved in their visor.
" Oh my god. "
" Oh my god. "
⭐// White audibly gags, an instant nausea raced over them. They stare at the signature, and lightly curse under their breath; a rare occurrence for them to curse, but not impossible. Emerald lets out a small wail, her ears pinned back against her head- and White can't help but feel a small ache in their heart for the poor cat.
⭐// They move the cat into their backpack, holding a hand over their visor as if to stop themself from smelling the putrid, irony smell. Each second they stared at that cat, another shiver goes up their spine.
(they don't even have spines)
CLACK !
White shuts the present box, again retching at the thought that decapitated cat could've been their sweet angel. Too similar to be a coincidence, of course it was by that damned "Pur" anonymous.
. . .
They pick the box up, getting even more nauseous the longer they're aware this is with them. They take no time, immediately rushing to Storage to dispose of the gift.
" ew, ew, ew, ew.. "
" ew, ew, ew, ew.. "
⭐// They mumble under their breathe, increasingly speeding up. The world, already spinning around them, made them even more nauseous. It felt like they couldn't breathe. It felt like they SHOULDN'T breath. Again, they mutter under their breathe-
" ..my poor angel had to see THAT. "
" ..my poor angel had to see THAT. "
⭐// White pushes the doors open to the Storage. They don't even care if Black or Cyan see them rushing to throw something out right now, their world is already going dark.
⭐// They could never imagine fainting with Emerald still in their backpack, and with that disgusting "gift" they were given. Numbness begins to bite in their hands, the longer they carry the gift. It was disgusting, it was disgusting, it was disgusting ..
⭐// White ushers up to the airlock, tossing the present straight into it. Deciding it'd be better to completely remove the present from the ship, they pull the lever until it ejects out the ship.
They look at their hands.
They don't think they can ignore this any longer, if they're starting to threaten Emerald.
What the hell did THEY do to deserve this? What'd they do to get a gift so putrid, a gift which is almost an exact replica of their beloved cat's DECAPITATED HEAD?
White feels the nauseating feeling of both passing out and puking coming at them at the same time. They put their hands over their visor, letting out a long exhale.
⭐// Until, of course, they're interrupted by Someone.
(A package is dropped off, neatly wrapped with a bow tied on top and addressed to you. It seems like it was sent by that one fan. The wrapping looked expensive, and the handwriting was neat.)
[tw for mild gore descriptions.]
{..but once opened, it revealed a cat head. Messily sliced from its neck, dried blood spiked at the fur. Its fur patterns were eerily similar to Emerald's. Inside the box, there was a signature:}
With love, Pur.
lots of writing !!
TW: INDUCED PANIC ATTACK
⭐// White frolics around in the cafeteria, looking around to be sure nobody's seeing them. They hold Emerald in their hands, turning to see a lovely gift-- inspecting the tag.
" Emerald, look! It's a gift made for us two, the best in the ship! "
" Emerald, look! It's a gift made for us two, the best in the ship! "
⭐// White says, petting Emerald with lots of love. They kiss Emerald's head before keeping Emerald in one hand. Opening the box with a happy smile, they've always loved receiving gifts. It was like they were being spoiled. To be spoiled is something they ESPECIALLY deserved in their visor.
" Oh my god. "
" Oh my god. "
⭐// White audibly gags, an instant nausea raced over them. They stare at the signature, and lightly curse under their breath; a rare occurrence for them to curse, but not impossible. Emerald lets out a small wail, her ears pinned back against her head- and White can't help but feel a small ache in their heart for the poor cat.
⭐// They move the cat into their backpack, holding a hand over their visor as if to stop themself from smelling the putrid, irony smell. Each second they stared at that cat, another shiver goes up their spine.
(they don't even have spines)
CLACK !
White shuts the present box, again retching at the thought that decapitated cat could've been their sweet angel. Too similar to be a coincidence, of course it was by that damned "Pur" anonymous.
. . .
They pick the box up, getting even more nauseous the longer they're aware this is with them. They take no time, immediately rushing to Storage to dispose of the gift.
" ew, ew, ew, ew.. "
" ew, ew, ew, ew.. "
⭐// They mumble under their breathe, increasingly speeding up. The world, already spinning around them, made them even more nauseous. It felt like they couldn't breathe. It felt like they SHOULDN'T breath. Again, they mutter under their breathe-
" ..my poor angel had to see THAT. "
" ..my poor angel had to see THAT. "
⭐// White pushes the doors open to the Storage. They don't even care if Black or Cyan see them rushing to throw something out right now, their world is already going dark.
⭐// They could never imagine fainting with Emerald still in their backpack, and with that disgusting "gift" they were given. Numbness begins to bite in their hands, the longer they carry the gift. It was disgusting, it was disgusting, it was disgusting ..
⭐// White ushers up to the airlock, tossing the present straight into it. Deciding it'd be better to completely remove the present from the ship, they pull the lever until it ejects out the ship.
They look at their hands.
They don't think they can ignore this any longer, if they're starting to threaten Emerald.
What the hell did THEY do to deserve this? What'd they do to get a gift so putrid, a gift which is almost an exact replica of their beloved cat's DECAPITATED HEAD?
White feels the nauseating feeling of both passing out and puking coming at them at the same time. They put their hands over their visor, letting out a long exhale.
⭐// Until, of course, they're interrupted by Someone.
(A package is dropped off, neatly wrapped with a bow tied on top and addressed to you. It seems like it was sent by that one fan. The wrapping looked expensive, and the handwriting was neat.)
[tw for mild gore descriptions.]
{..but once opened, it revealed a cat head. Messily sliced from its neck, dried blood spiked at the fur. Its fur patterns were eerily similar to Emerald's. Inside the box, there was a signature:}
With love, Pur.
lots of writing !!
TW: INDUCED PANIC ATTACK
⭐// White frolics around in the cafeteria, looking around to be sure nobody's seeing them. They hold Emerald in their hands, turning to see a lovely gift-- inspecting the tag.
" Emerald, look! It's a gift made for us two, the best in the ship! "
" Emerald, look! It's a gift made for us two, the best in the ship! "
⭐// White says, petting Emerald with lots of love. They kiss Emerald's head before keeping Emerald in one hand. Opening the box with a happy smile, they've always loved receiving gifts. It was like they were being spoiled. To be spoiled is something they ESPECIALLY deserved in their visor.
" Oh my god. "
" Oh my god. "
⭐// White audibly gags, an instant nausea raced over them. They stare at the signature, and lightly curse under their breath; a rare occurrence for them to curse, but not impossible. Emerald lets out a small wail, her ears pinned back against her head- and White can't help but feel a small ache in their heart for the poor cat.
⭐// They move the cat into their backpack, holding a hand over their visor as if to stop themself from smelling the putrid, irony smell. Each second they stared at that cat, another shiver goes up their spine.
(they don't even have spines)
CLACK !
White shuts the present box, again retching at the thought that decapitated cat could've been their sweet angel. Too similar to be a coincidence, of course it was by that damned "Pur" anonymous.
. . .
They pick the box up, getting even more nauseous the longer they're aware this is with them. They take no time, immediately rushing to Storage to dispose of the gift.
" ew, ew, ew, ew.. "
" ew, ew, ew, ew.. "
⭐// They mumble under their breathe, increasingly speeding up. The world, already spinning around them, made them even more nauseous. It felt like they couldn't breathe. It felt like they SHOULDN'T breath. Again, they mutter under their breathe-
" ..my poor angel had to see THAT. "
" ..my poor angel had to see THAT. "
⭐// White pushes the doors open to the Storage. They don't even care if Black or Cyan see them rushing to throw something out right now, their world is already going dark.
⭐// They could never imagine fainting with Emerald still in their backpack, and with that disgusting "gift" they were given. Numbness begins to bite in their hands, the longer they carry the gift. It was disgusting, it was disgusting, it was disgusting ..
⭐// White ushers up to the airlock, tossing the present straight into it. Deciding it'd be better to completely remove the present from the ship, they pull the lever until it ejects out the ship.
They look at their hands.
They don't think they can ignore this any longer, if they're starting to threaten Emerald.
What the hell did THEY do to deserve this? What'd they do to get a gift so putrid, a gift which is almost an exact replica of their beloved cat's DECAPITATED HEAD?
White feels the nauseating feeling of both passing out and puking coming at them at the same time. They put their hands over their visor, letting out a long exhale.
⭐// Until, of course, they're interrupted by Someone.
"Black! There's a child!" *gives you a mini crewmate and runs away*
Blink blink.
Staring at the mini crewmate, then they adjusted to gently hold it despite their disgust at the sight. They looked extremely awkward.
"I.. Am not going to be a parent. Get this away from me."
Cyan walked up to Black while holding a piece of Ore+ in their hand. "Hey Black, have you noticed the energies of the Ore+ being off too? I was told I'm not allowed to study them, but...I don't think they're normal."
@the-best-gemologist
Black gave a brief glance at Cyan. "I would say yes, but I know to you energies are far different than to me. The Ore+ is fine." They brushed it off, clearly doubting Cyan.
Black sighed, taking the piece of Ore+ and moving over to their microscope. Examining the Ore+, they made a small, confused noise. Continuing to look at it, adjusting the magnification. "That's.. weird."
"Not vibes. There's something.. inside of it." Once again, they were adjusting the magnification power. Trying to see if they were mistaken, trying to get a better look.
"We should.. tell the captain. Or someone else with authority or knowledge on this." Black abruptly decided, a random sense of dread falling over them.
"Sort of. Looks like when it was broken open, something might've been.. released? Or it got out on its own." Black shook their head slightly. "We should go tell Red."
The doors would part with a slow, mechanical swoosh, the two walking in on Red frantically stuffing their controller below the control panel as they tried to get the video game screen out of view.
Haha! Um, ahem. Cyan, Black! Hello you two... What do you need? Your captain is.. um, very busy right now.
Red would turn away from the two, flipping through the pages of their handbook.
Nope, no.. definitely not.. hmm..
The captain cleared their throat, dropping the handbook back into their backpack before turning back to Black and Cyan.
Ahem.. I can assure you that it's completely fine, it's probably something from Cyan's gem set, whatever it was called, leaving a stain or mark. You two shouldn't be destroying the Ore+, either. I mean, How do you think MIRA would react knowing that my crew was breaking their fuel because of some.. "misunderstanding"?
"Wh- it wasn't solid, first of all. It was gooey. And we didn't break it on purpose, it broke when it fell out of its containers. It looks like something hatched. And who cares if it breaks? It's gonna get burned anyways."
Red would tug at a non-existent beard, making hums of consideration.
No biggie! if you two can atleast hand the broken Ore+ to me, thennnn.. I suppose.. I can very thoroughly examine it and make my evaluation. As Captain, I need first-hand proof.
Oh, come on, it can't be that different, right! You already figured one science out, what's another? Besides... you probably found it by now, didn't you?
Cyan walked up to Black while holding a piece of Ore+ in their hand. "Hey Black, have you noticed the energies of the Ore+ being off too? I was told I'm not allowed to study them, but...I don't think they're normal."
@the-best-gemologist
Black gave a brief glance at Cyan. "I would say yes, but I know to you energies are far different than to me. The Ore+ is fine." They brushed it off, clearly doubting Cyan.
Black sighed, taking the piece of Ore+ and moving over to their microscope. Examining the Ore+, they made a small, confused noise. Continuing to look at it, adjusting the magnification. "That's.. weird."
"Not vibes. There's something.. inside of it." Once again, they were adjusting the magnification power. Trying to see if they were mistaken, trying to get a better look.
"We should.. tell the captain. Or someone else with authority or knowledge on this." Black abruptly decided, a random sense of dread falling over them.
"Sort of. Looks like when it was broken open, something might've been.. released? Or it got out on its own." Black shook their head slightly. "We should go tell Red."
The doors would part with a slow, mechanical swoosh, the two walking in on Red frantically stuffing their controller below the control panel as they tried to get the video game screen out of view.
Haha! Um, ahem. Cyan, Black! Hello you two... What do you need? Your captain is.. um, very busy right now.
Red would turn away from the two, flipping through the pages of their handbook.
Nope, no.. definitely not.. hmm..
The captain cleared their throat, dropping the handbook back into their backpack before turning back to Black and Cyan.
Ahem.. I can assure you that it's completely fine, it's probably something from Cyan's gem set, whatever it was called, leaving a stain or mark. You two shouldn't be destroying the Ore+, either. I mean, How do you think MIRA would react knowing that my crew was breaking their fuel because of some.. "misunderstanding"?
"Wh- it wasn't solid, first of all. It was gooey. And we didn't break it on purpose, it broke when it fell out of its containers. It looks like something hatched. And who cares if it breaks? It's gonna get burned anyways."
