Different Types of Opals




Andamooka Rough Opal


Black Opal


Boulder Opal


Fossilized Opal


Ocean Opal


Raw Fire Opal


Tree Fossil with Opal Rings



I love Ocean Opals <3 

A correction on the ‘fossilised opal’! Opals don’t really… fossilise, they’re already lithified, heh. What’s happened here is that when the AMMONITE fossilised, it was replaced with opal instead of another kind of rock. It’s not a fossilised opal, it’s an opalised fossil.

#gen iii
Track: "Deoxys Battle theme"
Plays: 53,669 plays
#gen V
Touko: Making my way downtown
Touko: Walking fast
N: Let me hear the voice of your pokemon
Touko: Walking faster

ladethima replied to your post “Hmm how about some Seriker fighting after this game lmao Iker mad at Sergio for obvious reasons and Sergio being strongheaded Sergio because yknow Sergio”

lmao I love it the Bale part had me laughing so hard man

Haha! Glad you enjoyed. I’m really happy with how this turned out. I’ll probably post it on my AO3 in the morning. (Once I’m awake enough to proofread…I need to go to sleep I was glancing through the fic again and I think I spelled “capitán” wrong somewhere.

xensilverquill replied to your post “PerfectWorldShipping, clothes shopping.”

Bwahahaha! This is pure gold, my dear. x3

Aww thank you! Glad you enjoyed.


"Do you drive?"



"No, a real car."



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Hmm how about some Seriker fighting after this game lmao Iker mad at Sergio for obvious reasons and Sergio being strongheaded Sergio because yknow Sergio

Turned into more of a short oneshot rather than a drabble. 

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PerfectWorldShipping, clothes shopping.

"Sure you look fantastic, Lys, but I still remember those outfits you picked out for your grunts back in the day, they were hideous!" Sycamore complained as they walked down Vernal avenue towards the Boutique Couture.

"I’m not going to put you in bright red, Augustine,"  said Lysandre, reaching for his partner’s hand, apparently as a romantic gesture, but Augustine thought it more likely to speed him towards the high-class clothier. Like he was going to believe those words coming from the man currently wearing a red button down shirt! (Though it did fit him very well…especially underneath that sophisticated dark black trenchcoat…)

"Besides," Lysandre continued, cutting off Sycamore’s other thoughts, "I thought we agreed I wasn’t in the best state of mind during those years?" 

Augustine nodded, not wanting to relive the portions of his life when he spent each night anxiously questioning if it would be his last, had cried his sleepless body into a heavy drunken sleep believing Lysandre to be dead, or waited as Lysandre spent time in jail and psychiatric care, wondering if he’d ever be the same. Fortunately, somehow, it had almost been long enough that the occasional joke could cause no harm. Perhaps that was the power of love?

"I don’t understand why we need to do this now though, Lysandre!” the professor complained, “you’ve always told me that you loved me just the way I am, crocs and all.” 

"And I do," Lysandre replied, "but they’d do much better serving the poor people of Kalos and not on your feet!”

"You can donate them — you asked me to find improved ways of creating a better world…" Lysandre chided, "though Arceus knows anyone wearing Crocs will never make a more beautiful world….Maybe we’d better recycle the rubber instead…” 

"But that’s not the point!" Sycamore complained, "you always let me wear them and my hats and my shorts and everything else you threw out of my closet and into a box before! What’s changed now?" 

Lysandre shook his head, his cheeks turning a hint of red, and the professor was not sure if this was a blush or a sign of frustration. 

"Augustine Sycamore," Lysandre berated the professor whose hand his still held. He tapped one finger gently against the metal band on Augustine’s ring finger. "My husband will look like a proper Kalosian and not like a middle-aged Unovan tourist on holiday!”