Pink Zirconia

The Fanatic

Quick doodle of my Pink Zirconia :~) she belongs to the Garden Court. An attempt at artificially creating another diamond, she instead ended up being a completely unique gem... She's dearly beloved by her family despite this, however 💕

I'm probably gonna revisit this design a few times (I do Not feel confident in the flower cut out but also couldn't think of another fitting shape that I liked 😭)

She's for my "what if pink had been raised by loving parents" wish fulfillment OCs, though she's her own character too of course. For her design I thought a lot about how Rose is a symbol of maturity, compassion, and sensuality for Pink. Due to this I decided to make PZ's design a little... sexier 😭 but I still wanted it to feel light, airy, and playful! Sensual and mature but still a bit goofy silly.

The Garden Court is another set of Diamonds, also called the Other World. It is considered merely a rumor to the gems of Homeworld; the only gem certain of its existence is White Diamond, though she would deny it if asked.

These diamonds follow the path set by the Black Diamond, a kind and merciful gem with the ability to create life. Unlike White who needed to drain life from organic matter to create gems, Black Diamond could do so without harming the planet. Black Diamond has vanished now, though, her legacy gone as well.

Pink Zirconia, Pink Enamel and 18k Gold Plated Ring by Jupiter

Source: gq-magazine.co.uk

color-changing cubic zirconia die by hedron.rockworks on ig

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A gem concept: raspberry zirconia and her cerise pearl. Zirconia is extremely hard to tell if it’s zirconia or a Diamond, so using that information, they’d most likely almost be as, maybe even nearing the Diamond’s giganticness. Their gem would most likely have a similar cut to the Diamond’s as well. They’d be extremely high up there when it comes to homeworld’s caste system, probably being right under the Diamond’s themselves. A gem with such an elite title would of course need their own Pearl. So, here comes the characters: raspberry zirconia and her cerise pearl. They’re both a sunset shade of pink, on the brink of being red even. They use the upmost respect to address anyone, even defects or rebels. it doesn’t surprise them that gems would rebel from homeworld. Zirconia’s pearl almost thought about it, but she didn’t wanna leave her behind. They stay loyal to homeworld, but as previously mentioned, they’re not at all against rebels. THERE YOU HAVE IT ISN’T THAT NEAT

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This image got me thinking about A Cup Of Love Dieter... a little drabble, nothing wild, just soft.

Dieter Bravo x F!Reader. Just slightly over 1k words written on a whim this evening...

Enjoy! 🖤

A CUP OF LOVE MASTERLIST | DIETER BRAVO MASTERLIST

He knows that you secretly loathe these events that you’re dragged to, sparkling on his arm like some expensive diamond, when you tell yourself you're nothing but a zirconia really.

He’s not really fond of them either. Too full of panache and charade, but it’s part of the gig.

If he had the choice to stay at home with you, smothered in a sherpa lined blanket whilst bingeing murder crime docs and eating French toast with that little berry compote thing you make, the one that reminds him of his Grandma’s strudel, he’d trade that for all the weighty statues with his name engraved on them any day.

Just to feel you snuggled into him under his arm as you say you’re not sleepy after episode seven, and he says you are and you insist you’re not, but you doze off anyway, snuffling lightly into his warm pit.

Dieter also knows you only go to these things for him, despite you feeling somewhat aloof and out of place.

He sees it, that glazed look in your eyes as stylists and make-up artists fuss over you and turn you into a version of yourself you don’t recognise all throughout awards season.

He always glimpses you as you stare back into the mirror, peering at yourself with a stumped look and wonders why it is you don’t see how stunning you are to him, whether you’re in sleek Prada tailored for you, or frayed sweatpants with holes in the crotch.

He promised you he’d shield you from this world as best as he could, if that was what you wanted. But you also want to celebrate him, show the world how proud you are, because damn you’re so fucking proud of him and all that he’s achieved.

Even if you can’t quite breathe in the dress when you sit, and the heels are blistering your toes that are squished into them before you’ve even begun walking.

Amid the glittering spectacle of the awards show, you walk the red carpet with him, squeezing his arm or his hand, and he always squeezes back, never letting you fall. Always reassuring you in the car ride there that he won’t let you fall, at least twenty times before you arrive. I promise you, I won’t let you fall, baby.

The cameras are there for him, incessant shutters sounding like machine guns in your ears as you present practised pearly gnashers with an aching jaw.

Dieter kisses your temple, rubs the skin on your lower back, whispers that you look incredible in that tight magenta and it’s making him hard; all things that aren’t for the cameras.

They’re for you.

And you do smile, genuinely, as it all fades away. He has that knack of making them all disappear before your eyes, like a magic trick, when he looks at you like that.

All warm, cocoa brown eyes set in crinkly laughter lines. Tan skin in an open collar, and greying scruff tamed with Chanel lotions.

Curls slick and silken replacing the silver-streaked ball of frazzled fluff you run your fingers through when he rests his head in your lap, or between your legs making you squeal and buck into his face as you twist and pull at the roots whilst he makes you come undone with that pink, slick tongue he bites between his teeth when he smirks and winks at the cameras.

He’s not acting. It’s real. It’s all Dieter and he’s all yours.

As real as the discomfort radiating from your feet. The sky-high heels you wear, though apparently fashionable, are exacting their toll with every agonising step. Each moment seems to exacerbate the ache, as though your shoes are made of steel rather than matching satin to your dress.

Dieter glances at you, a mixture of empathy and awe in his eyes, realising the lengths you go to for the sake of appearances. In that unguarded moment, your vulnerability only deepens his admiration for you, recognizing the strength and determination it takes to endure such discomfort with grace in such a public forum.

But despite your demure appearance, you kick off your shoes under the table the first chance you get, as you watch the ceremony, him by your side. Your fingers knotted inside his, stroking over worn knuckles and silver rings.

It's not his night, he’s not nominated this time, but he has been before, and he will be again.

You watch him put on his new specs so he can see better, and you stroke affectionately under his chin as he blushes and nuzzles his chin into your palm, not caring who sees how you make him weak.

He sticks to water most of the night; only one glass of champagne to toast his friend and mentor who is honoured with an esteemed accolade in the business, but even then he leaves most of the glass after a sip or two, and you smile proudly at his resilience.

How you make him strong.

You know these events are hard for him too. Where he once would relish the bawdy opportunity to get wasted, papped coming out of a party half-undressed and falling into some strangers bed, sweaty and not remembering their name in the morning, he now longs to leave before midnight and crawl into bed with you for a good cuddle and a cup of love.

Dieter watches you mingle in between awards, getting starstruck as you chat with revered actors whom you watched on the silver screen when you were small and ungainly, and he can’t quite contain the grin as he notices you gushing at Hollywood royalty whilst you’re completely barefoot.

Little painted toes peeking out from under your dress, wiggling in their excitement, as you laugh and chat, and the stars in your eyes twinkle like the droplets dangling from your lobes.

Smiling so hard your jaw aches as you make your way back to the table and Dieter’s holding up your shoes to his chest, smirking at you.

You take them from him, not caring you’ve been rumbled, and simply chuck them under the table.

You go without them for the remainder of the evening.

And that right there is one of the reasons why Dieter loves you so much, because despite your worries that you don’t always fit into his world, he knows that you absolutely do.

Because sometimes, just sometimes, you're just as wild and carefree as he is.

🖤

A CUP OF LOVE MASTERLIST

DIETER BRAVO MASTERLIST

Any word on how Pink Zirconia disappeared and where she could be now??🤩🤩

Nope that secret stays with me but you guys can come up with your own theories lol

Give your OCs a sword or whatever this meme was called Idk I could look it up but I'm too lazy

I was tagged for this Picrew by @anamoon63, @bool-prop, @silwermoon-sims, @faeriefrolic and I think one other person I couldn't find in my mentions. Wow, y'all really want me to give Aiden a sword! You know he's gonna hurt himself, right? 😭

This is exactly what that fool would come up with, I feel it in my bones. It's pretty, it's impractical, it's ridiculous. The little danglies aren't silver, they're clear. They're cubic zirconia. He'd never actually use it because he'd be too busy running from whatever the threat was but he'd like to have it hanging on the wall so he could look at it from time to time. I'd have to physically restrain him from making the whole thing a solid pink. That was an option, by the way. It was positively h i d e o u s.

I made one for Roman as well. He likes bats and light bondage themes in his attire, and also he's semi-aquatic. It suits him. He would actually use it. Probably for cooking. Probably while screaming, "I HAVE THE POWER" as he slices a loaf of bread with it while his dinner guests look on in bewildered horror. Please don't actually give Roman a sword.

I almost never include Rio in these things because they rarely ever have options I feel like she would pick herself. But this one...it just had a vibe to it. I imagined Rio at a Ren Faire or something telling the booth guy what she wants and him just judging the hell out of her for how boringly practical it is.

Sword Customizer: That's...that's it? Just a plain sword?

Rio: What do you mean? It's not plain, I put a ribbon on it.

Sword Customizer: Yeah but we have so many other options. You could make it sparkly, or look enchanted, or a rainbo--

Rio: What good is a sparkly rainbow sword going to do me in battle?

Sword Customizer: You're...not serious, right? You're not actually going to fight with this, right? This is a novelty shop. For tourists.

Rio: So? It's still pointy. It'll get the job done.

Sword Customizer: I--ok, as long as you sign the waiver, I don't care what you do with it when you leave here. Just don't mention me when the cops show up. Still, are you sure you don't want to add some of your personality to it? Something to represent a special interest of yours, perhaps?

Rio: Ugh, fine. *tapes a watch cog to the handle* Happy?

Sword Customizer: I haven't known happiness in a long time.

And just for funsies, here's one I'd make for myself. I have two modes: recovering Lisa Frank addict and 2004 Hot Topic edgelord. This is the former. Be grateful.

I think I'm the last to get to this meme again so I'm gonna do the cop out and tag anyone who hasn't done this and wants to do it and you can say I tagged you personally. 😌

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ch. lxiv - the freak

wooyoung × reader, ??? × reader

buy me coffee ?

in a school filled with the affluent, it would only make sense for birds of a feather to flock. but what if your new status doesn't immediately buy you a way into said flock? what if instead, it bought you sure rejection? to the rich and powerful, having different masks is a must. despite some people knowing your true self and your secrets

As the car Soobin drove halted to a stop in front of the hotel entrance, you immediately felt nervous. Seeing this, Soobin reached to take your hand in this, capturing your attention. "Hey, you okay?" He asked, worriedly looking at you. "Would you rather Kai or Yeonjun hyung be here?" he asked with a pout on his face which made you roll your eyes and gently poke the spot between his eyebrows where it was creased, "No, Soobin, I asked you to be here with me so I'm very much glad that you are."

Your reassurance made Soobin smile and nod, "Okay, I understand. Let's get this show on the road," he said before exiting his side of the car. You took a moment to take a deep breath, reminding yourself that if you could slam the shit out of Choi San, you can definitely rock this evening.

Soobin jogged to your side after tossing the valet his car keys and opened your door. You carefully stepped out, not wanting to step on the blush pink Versace dress Yeonjun put you in. If you think you were a vision, Soobin in his Studded Barocco Silhouette Versace suit is a Baroque painting that came to life. You would never think that Soobin, who went to class in his bedhead, would be able to style himself like so. And you could lie to yourself, being in Soobin's arms made you feel confident. Who else could get such a catch like him?

It was obvious that you were not used to being confident, not used to being comfortable in what people would say your "playground". Among the rich business people, you, who thought of yourself as cubic zirconia, finally realized that you were just a diamond that became cloudy and dirty because of all the trash you surround yourself with. Aka, the A to Z bullshitters.

You had so much fun socializing with people in different business sectors, you got so much insight into the business models, corporate system and hierarchy, and even received offers should you ever be interested in doing an internship. And to your surprise, Soobin was... not Soobin. The man who made fart noises with Beomgyu whenever Taehyun explained why he can't choose between French and Italian opera was not there. This is PROFESSIONAL Soobin. He's charming, he smiles a lot, and he can use specific business jargon well. Heck, he even introduced you to the CFO of a Medical Logistics company that his mom's research lab partners with.

Whilst you were socializing, you managed to take a peek at your parents and you saw how they were keeping an eye on you whilst socializing with other people themselves. But from the look on your dad's face, they seemed very pleased with your ability to fit in. Unlike your brother who seemed to only be there for the booze. Whilst you were mingling, he only stood by the bar at the back of the room not talking to anyone except for his friend whom he managed to bring to the event. You recognized him as Boo Seungkwan, a student at Prestige Academy. You're not quite sure which class he's in, but you know that he's a big gossip. He somehow knows anyone and anything going on. When you bumped into him as you were getting yourself some water, he even recognized you and asked if Taehyun had warmed himself with you. It kind of freaked you out a bit, but you couldn't exactly be surprised.

It didn't occur to you that you were going too fast too quick. Soobin grabbed your shoulders just as you swayed on your feet slightly when you took a step away from the people you were just talking to. "Whoah, you okay?" he asked, carefully stabilizing you as he leaned down to look at you worriedly. You shook your head in an attempt to shake the wooziness away, "Oh, I- I'm fine, I just..." you chuckled to yourself, "Dizzy, I guess?" Soobin shook his head and gently guided you towards the ballroom door, "Yeah, we're gonna get you some space and air, okay?" "But-" "No buts, you need to get a breather," he scolded as if you were a child. You rolled your eyes and muttered, "You have no butt." Soobin couldn't help but chuckle at your retort and nudged you gently with his shoulder, "We should stop letting you hang out with Beomgyu, you've been learning bad comebacks from him," and you raised an eyebrow at him, "I learnt that from Yeonjun."

Once outside, you felt the cold air on your skin and you took a deep breath. "I'll be right back, okay? I'm gonna get you some water," Soobin said before walking back inside the building.

"Seems like you finally found your confidence,"

You snapped your head and your body immediately tensed when you saw the figure taking steps closer to you which made you take a step back.

Wooyoung raised an eyebrow at you, "Are you seriously scared of me?" he scoffed. You couldn't help but furrow your eyebrows at him, "Can you blame me? Last time we had direct interaction you humiliated me in front of everyone at school," you pointed out. Wooyoung laughed and you noticed he was laughing at you sarcastically. The sound of his voice triggered your fight or flight response but your brain was unable to make a decision on whether you wanted to fight or take flight. Normally you'd immediately take flight, confrontations scare you, but your recent behaviour suggests that you should have been fighting your whole life.

"Did you forget that you threw whipped cream on my face?" "Whipped AND shaving cream, actually. Didn't have enough whipped cream because Mingyu made a lot of buttery nipples the day before," you corrected and Wooyoung just nodded. "And you seem more brazen too it seems. Those boys did a number on you," Wooyoung stated.

Hearing him talk about your new friends as if they were bad influences on you made your eye twitch. "What do you mean 'did a number'? They brought my confidence out," you defended. "Confidence?" Wooyoung scoffed, "Crashing your parents' event, attacking your friends in public, and then botching their grades intentionally, you really think those are confidence?" You couldn't answer him. Because he made a point. Was it really confidence or were you just acting recklessly?

With another step, Wooyoung now stood close to you. He let out a slow sigh as his hand reached forward to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, "Believe it or not, I'm worried about you. I know you best because I have known you the longest and I can say for sure that this... Side of you... It's not you at all. It's what you think you should act based on who you befriend." You hated how his touch still affect you. Even after what happened to you two, due to the years of befriending him, he still feels like your confidant, your comfort. His hand began to softly caress your hair, "I just... I don't want you to change. I don't want the (y/n) that I knew, that I grew up with, to disappear," he confessed. At that moment, Woyooung was being genuine. The things he told you, it was true. He had never thought that whatever it is between you two would have happened. He never expected to lose you.

After the cake thing, he expected that there would be some strain, maybe awkwardness for a week or two. The text he sent you when you skipped school was a bad call on his part. The peer pressure, the way people were gossiping, it got into his head. Not that he was trying to excuse his behaviour, be he was just scared that his reputation would get a hit and his dad would find out. He didn't want to be so affected by his family or his dad, especially by the burden of being a member of his family. The one person whom he could talk to about his true feelings distanced herself from him and while he understood and couldn't blame you, it definitely sucked. Plus, seeing you around and changed by the people who betrayed him was not something he had hoped for.

Just as Wooyoung thought he was getting to you, your hand shot up and grab his. The grip was stronger than he imagined and it was evident that he was surprised based on the way he was staring at you with wide eyes. "No, you just hate that I'm not submitting myself to you anymore," you said. Wooyoung tried to pull his hand away from you but your grip was dead tight. "You simply didn't want to lose something that you thought you had," you let go of his struggling hand but you didn't let your gaze off of him. "You know, I always wondered why you never introduced me to your friends before I transferred here and... At first, I thought you were embarrassed of me, but I think it's because you didn't want to share me with anyone else unless it's necessary." While it was true that you were curious about why Wooyoung was so adamant about not letting his friends know you before, you were simply spitballing. But the look on Wooyoung's face let you know that you hit a nerve.

You don't know what came over you, but you took a menacing step forward, causing Wooyoung to take a step back. "You're... Possessive, territorial. But you're scared. You might be loud and extroverted, but your dad haunts you worse than how demons would." Wooyoung furrowed his eyebrows at you, "You'd know all about a demonic haunting, wouldn't you?" he spat. You chuckled and smirked at him, "So would you, don't you think? You've watched enough movies with me to know things and considering you let your dad's reputation hang over your head should've made you realize how bad it could get." You waited for Wooyoung to say something, anything, but you know that your words are sinking into his head. Finally knowing why Wooyoung is... Wooyoung, it made you pity him slightly. Only slightly because you're still pissed that he'd use you and now that it's out there, tried to gatekeep you from people. That's why he made you so submissive. That's why he diminished you down to being an assignment mule so you won't know the things that you're actually capable of. The oppression from your environment might be worse than you thought if you let yourself not even recognize your own abilities. And you're pissed at yourself for it.

"Is everything alright here?"

Both you and Wooyoung turned to the source of the voice to see Soobin standing with a glass of water in his hand. One of his eyebrows was raised and his stature tall(er), as if to assert dominance and send a message to Wooyoung that he's one wrong move from him away to pouncing on him like an animal.

You smiled at him and shook your head, "No, everything's fine, Thoob," Wooyoung's fists balled tightly when he heard your sweet voice calling Soobin by his nickname. "We should get back inside. Mr and Mrs Oh are looking for you," Soobin smiled at you. You nodded and turned to look at Wooyoung one last time, "Detach yourself from whatever's pushing you down, Woo. I did and I'm the best version of myself right now and I like the way I turned out I can be because I'm with the right people," you said before walking away.

Soobin offered you his arm and you took it gratefully. "What was that all about?" he asked as he handed you the glass of water. You took a sip before shaking your head and glancing at Wooyoung who was staring at your retreating figure, "Me doing something I should have done a long time ago."

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a small rant about diamonds

I feel that for most people, Diamonds are seen purely as just the modern Brilliant Round Cut and pure clear or maybe a bit yellow-tinted and that's it. I feel like more people should be more aware that: 1. There are diamonds in pretty much every color of the rainbow including black, pink, brown, red, green, blue, greyish, etc. Colored diamonds are typically called "fancy diamonds" with pink being arguably the most sought after (Though so far the only geologically-occurring Pink diamonds tend to be teeny tiny in size, almost being like big grains of sand), and Red diamonds being the most expensive. Yellow diamonds are the most common, to the point that a bit of yellow tinge in otherwise near-perfectly-clear diamonds is sort of viewed as a bit of a flaw. Though pure yellow diamonds are still considered Fancy Diamonds. There is also a bit of controversy if Black diamonds (carbonados, as they're also known) really qualify as true fancy diamonds. They definitely stand out as their own thing. 2. Diamonds come in a variety of different shapes. Rough, uncut diamonds are most commonly a shape that I like to call "fucked up little cottonballs", tending towards octahedral (d8 shaped), to like, massive weird hunks of diamond found inside asteroids or whatever. 3. Most vintage diamonds have completely different cuts than is used for most modern ones; Including "Old Mine Cut" and "Old European Cut" diamonds that have this cut are basically not made anymore outside of extreme specialist stuff, making them kinda rare in their own way. Also of note is that there is a specific diamond cut that is heavily associated with the Art Deco style, that being the Square Emerald Cut or "Asscher" cut. (silly name I know but it looks fabulous) but in modern times only like ~2% of diamonds are cut in this cut, thus making "Art Deco Diamonds" pretty damn rare. 4. Not really a true point as I feel most people know this already but there are diamonds made by mankind, known as lab grown diamonds, which are able to be pretty much anything a diamond could ever "theoretically" be. They can be "too perfect" in that they can be of a very big size, perfectly and evenly saturated with perfect/near-perfect clarity, no inclusions, etc. The only things they don't reproduce are stuff that requires specialist equipment to see that makes pretty much no difference. The one big difference? Price. They tend to be way, way, way, way, way cheaper. Also should consider diamond alternatives like Cubic Zirconia (CZ), Ghostenite Goshenite (clear beryl!) and Moissanite (very sparkly, very pretty).

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I have a rough rough sketch of Raspberry and I would love to d.m. the screenshot and hear your feedback.

I accidentally put too much detail in the hair but I'm definitely leaning into the whole raspberry shape vibe. She kinda looks like rebel Marie Antoinette so far but I haven't shaped her outfit yet.

Her legs were tough because they needed to be stronk like Rose, but she also sounds like she's wear Yellows power boots because class, but mobility, so thicc ass muscles would be distributed differently. I've got color codes for her 'fit and will likely start roughs for her pearl soon.

No promises because it's thanksgiving, I'm disabled, and my family has like five mandatory things going on from Thurs-Sunday. I'm just trying to prep and not have a tonic clonic lol.

WOOOOO I’M REALLY EXCITED TO SEE THE FINISHED PRODUCT! also: take as much time as you need! It’s hard focusing on something when busy so I understand, I’m just happy someone’s drawing my idea!!! thank you again‼️