#zircon answers

[zirkkun-uthcs]

hihi! i dunno if you’re still taking requests or anything so im sorry if i do this wrong or if im bothering! also this is my first time requesting smthn but uh- is it alright if i request an xtale!chara x reader with angst and/or fluff headcannons?

I love a good ol' hurt/comfort situation. I'll keep these more vague, as if they were random things that could happen at any time.

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+ XChara is definitely the type to keep problems to himself until it becomes too much to handle. With having a lot of experience of people turning their back to him or betraying him, it's pretty difficult for him to lean to someone else anymore when it comes to even the smallest of things. But when he does, it's like a weight being lifted off of his shoulders.

+ XChara gives me vibes like he would pull like, little "pranks" of sorts, but they're actually harmless if not heartwarming. More like, surprises, but delivered in perhaps a jarring or startling way. Like a cute gift hidden in a terrifying plush. Or he prepared food, but the first plate he gives you is actually really spicy, but don't worry, he's got a real one that's not spicy, he just wanted to mess with you.

+ This is a little cliché, but look. XChara really just feels like he would be the type to want to watch a horror movie marathon with you, but would also be screaming and clinging to you the whole time. Of course, he'd never admit he's actually scared. As far as XChara's story will go, he bravely watched all the movies without screaming one time.

+ If you're ever upset, expect this man to go to the ends of the earth for you. Probably a bit excessively. You might have to tell him to calm down. But he'd do everything to make sure you're okay, and if someone hurt you to make you upset, that person is his number one enemy for as long as XChara remains breathing. He'd probably even hate them more than you do. Really, it's a bit much, but he means well.

#undertale au #undertale x reader #undertale headcanon #xtale #xtale headcanon #xtale x reader #xtale!chara #zircon answers #uthcs headcanon #xzephyr

[zirkkun]

hello! are you the creator of undertale atf? I love your work!!! and I love that you put Sans route!!! While I was playing that route, he gave me his key to his room. In the current version of the game can it be accessed? or is it something like Mettaton's house? I tried to enter at different times and nothing...

It's not currently available in the current version. Sorry I've been so slow with updates, life has been pretty hectic the past couple of years. But I appreciate how much you've enjoyed the game! Thank you for playing it ✨

#zircon answers #undertale act to flirt #act to flirt #spoilers #act to flirt spoilers

[ihopesocomic]

in relation to the last ask, whatever happened to Amber's mother and how did she come to be raised by her aunt? I find it interesting/cute how she and Diamond share the circumstance of being happily adopted. <33

She died of sickness when Amber was very tiny and Zoisite naturally stepped in and raised her alongside her son. Amber has zero recollection of her. I never came up with a name or w/e for her because - like the dads of Amber and Zircon - she's just not important to the story. - RJ

#ask #ask us stuff #amber #zoisite #zircon #thundering mountains #rj answers

[pan-fried-autism]

blue pearl + blue zircon. and yellow pearl + yellow zircon pls.

I didn’t make this into a big detailed drawing but I made a sketch

Anyway. Here’s Yellow and Blue Bastnäsite

#rey answers asks #art request #fusion request #SU fusion #SU #SU fanart #Steven universe #yellow zircon su #blue zircon su #yellow pearl su #blue pearl su

[collabwithmyself]

Happy Birthday Collab!

Thank you!!

#tanzanite-zircon #collab answers

[theanoninyourinbox]

Oh man I’m so sorry your sick, I fainted once not fun. When your feelin up to drawing can you do some Gem Mane 6? I think pinkie would be a spinel and shy a former currupted rose Quartz, and my friend thinks tha twilight would be a zircon and Apple a jasper. Your choice for dash and rarity . Get well!!

I’m too tired to color these, so have a coloring page. Zircon Twilight is a big Brain move

#My art #anon ask #fandom crossover #ask answered #mlp #steven universe #gemsona #gemsonas #zircon #lavender zircon #Twilight sparkle #spinel #pinkie pie #skinny rose quartz #rose quartz #fluttershy #jasper #applejack #peacock pearl #Pearl #rarity #crazy lace agate #agate #rainbow dash #coloring page

[nightshadeowl]

Okay, that's the LAST of the asks, NO MORE or else I WILL cry

#/silly but oh goodness me it's 1am G'NIGHT #(to everybody except zircon and soup because i need to answer them) #passenger status

[spirk-trek]

Would love to see a little something about TOS spirk and dress uniforms, whatever speaks to you!! I love the intimacy of getting ready together and dressing up fancy with your partner :)

inspired in part by this post by @flippyspoon, this fan art [deactivated], and also this fan art by @lesbospirk!

i initially wanted to do something with spock's eyeshadow (still might??) but then the idea of him cutting jim's hair broke into my mind and wouldn't leave... and i never stop thinking about mind melds, so.

lastly: fuck hypersonic showers, ok? spock takes baths and jim loves sitting under steaming water for the drama. that is all. hope you enjoy, anon!

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Jim was toweling his hair dry when he re-entered his quarters, screwing his face up as he scrubbed at any residual dampness. He let the towel fall in an open loop around his neck, cotton sleep pants slipping down his waist as he leaned against the partition. Spock was there, of course. Jim watched as he diligently smoothed the sleeves of a green dress tunic laid out over his mattress.

And my, was Spock a sight for sore eyes. The more reflective shade of blue complimented him, each fold capturing light like shards of zircon, lattice trim evoking something almost… royal, in the way it climbed the high collar. Jim’s eyes traced a line of golden embroidery down Spock’s chest as soon as the man turned to find him there, promptly raising a brow.

“Dressings suit you,” he murmured by means of explanation, pushing off the wall and taking a few slow steps to close the space between them. He propped both arms against Spock’s shoulders, extending them into the room behind with loose, lazy wrists.

For so long he had savored these moments of up-close observation, even going so far as to fabricate close quarters on multiple occasions just so he could drink Spock in. The range of barely-there shades of green surrounding his lips, touching the hollows of his cheeks, arching over where his nostrils met the bridge of his nose. Short, dark lashes lining irises the color of a mud-settled pond. Of tadpoles. Of space between stars. 

Spock’s response pulled Jim from his reverence. 

“You have a significant bias."

“Do I?” His gaze dropped to Spock’s lower lip. “Based on the evidence,” he dragged his finger down that seam of gold, “I’d say we’re dealing in… objective fact, Mr. Spock.”

After a moment, Spock finally angled his face lower so their lips were mere centimeters apart. 

“Aesthetic preferences cannot be objective, Captain.”

Jim’s smirk only grew before he finally captured Spock’s mouth, letting a satisfied breath out through his nose. Spock met him, hands bracketing his waist before sliding upward over skin, eventually finding the nape of his neck where fingers curled into damp hair…

Spock broke the kiss and Jim hummed in protest, blinking his eyes open.

“I’ve noticed an increase in the length of your hair,” he observed, as if commenting on the weather. Spock's eyes rose to watch his fingers card through the wave of Jim’s bangs. Jim leaned up into the touch. 

“Mm, you think so?” 

“Indeed. I estimate it has exceeded typical length by 2.51 centimeters.”

“Hm. I suppose it has been a while since I had a trim. Remind me after the delegation-”

“We have time presently, if you are amenable.”

Jim drew back, giving Spock an amused look. “I doubt the salon will be accepting appointments at this hour, Spock. Even for the Captain.”

He curled his fingers over the nape of Jim’s neck again.

“I perform my own haircuts.”

Jim’s brows shot up even further in surprise, still sporting an open mouthed grin which he laughed brightly through. “You want to cut my hair?” He withdrew his arms so he could place one hand on either side of Spock’s neck, thumbs just reaching each corner of his jaw. “I’m not sure I could pull off your cut, sweetheart,” he joked.

Spock didn’t answer aside from a quirk of his lips, accepting the implied agreement before extracting himself and moving past Jim to the door of their adjoined bathroom. Jim watched him go, once more thanking Starfleet for their choice of dress uniforms, and still hadn't looked elsewhere by the time he returned holding a basin and several utensils. Jim knew that Spock preferred his own grooming routines (right down to the fingernails), but he wasn’t expecting the fine golden scissors. Nor did he expect the straight razor which resembled antiques from Earth, yet was still different somehow. He reached for the handle, turning it over in his hands, appreciating the way it gleamed.

“You’ve never shown me these.”

“It has not been pertinent until now.”

Jim placed the razor back into the basin, supposing that was true. 

“Come,” Spock requested, and Jim did, allowing himself to be turned so Spock stood at his back. Gentle fingers slid the towel from his neck and draped it over his shoulders. 

“Sit.”

And Jim did again, lowering himself into the desk chair Spock had wheeled around. Spock began pulling strands of hair upward and letting them fall free, so Jim shut his eyes, almost losing himself to the sensation until he heard a snip. The very end of a curl tumbled down the length of his arm and fell to the floor. He peered down at it, prompting Spock’s hands to curl around his head and face it forward once more.

“Remain still, k’diwa.”

Jim smiled, a warmth blooming throughout him. He loved when Spock called him that.

He continued to snip here and there, a halo of trimmed hair quickly forming around them. Jim relaxed into the contact until once again a sound roused him. Water. He cracked one eye open to see Spock running his fingers over the surface of a clear pool now filling the basin, flicking droplets back inside and combing the moisture through his hair. 

“Could get used to this,” Jim murmured. Snip.

“I have no objection to making it a regular practice.”

He grinned, a shiver running through him as Spock dipped his hands into the water again, cold droplets rolling down his neck to be absorbed into the towel. 

“Apologies, k’diwa.”

“No, no. Feels nice.” 

Snip. Snip. Then, Jim saw in his peripheral as Spock set the scissors down on his desk. Gentle pressure on the back of his head tilted it downward, chin to chest. More swishing in the water.

“Do not move,” Spock directed more seriously, and a moment later Jim felt the press of sharp metal scraping down the lines of his neck. He swallowed, hairs on his arms raising as Spock diligently shaped the bottom of his hairline. Slow. Careful. He felt a hot flash of trust, of comfort and care skittering over him until the pressure from Spock’s hand released. Jim didn’t immediately raise his head allowing Spock to trace his fingers over the line, inspecting it by touch. 

The same hand soon reached around to tip Jim’s chin back up. He continued the movement until he was craned back as far as he could go, sure he looked ridiculous as he peered up at Spock, batting his eyelashes. 

“You know, the barber usually kisses me once he’s finished.”

Spock’s second brow rose to meet the first before he bent at the middle, pressing a chaste kiss to Jim’s lips upside down. 

“I do not find that amusing,” he murmured. Jim brought his hand up to the back of Spock’s neck to pull him back down for second kiss before he could pull away, lingering this time, smiling into it before releasing his hold. He could hear Spock smooth the lines of his uniform and draw a short breath through his nose.

“Regardless, I am not yet finished.”

When Jim tried to twist in his chair, he found Spock already circling around to his front. 

“You aren’t?”

“You have not shaved.”

Jim blinked. He usually just used a photon shaver on his way out the door, which could be done in an instant, but when hazel eyes fell to see the razor still held in Spock’s hand his lips curled. He flashed his eyes back up.

“Okay,” he said with a slow nod. He settled back in the chair, gaze steady as Spock moved to stand closer, eclipsing the ceiling light. Jim leaned his face into Spock’s hand as a thumb briefly swiped over the rough stubble covering his chin.  

After smoothing a layer of lotion that smelled like desert spices over the bottom half of Jim's face, Spock began his ministrations high on each cheek, making smooth swipes downward and carefully steering the blade around the corners of Jim's mouth. He relaxed his jaw, lips parting, eyes falling shut of their own accord. Spock eventually brought his hand to one side, propping Jim's face against his palm as he shaved along the opposite edge.

By the time he recognized the warm feeling wrapping itself around him, the tightening thread pulling through his mind and lifting him from the world, Jim was already plummeting through space. He was vaguely aware, somewhere, of his physical body falling into Spock, a cold hand meeting the drop of his head with gentle steadiness. 

K'diwa.

Spock!

Delight spun through him in tendrils. He rushed forward, coiled around Spock’s presence, reached inside and felt the beating of his heart like it was his own. 

Jim. His full name was feather light, yet somehow more insistent. Echoes bounced around them before Spock brought him back to center. My intention was not to meld with you.

Then I must be dreaming, he thought warmly, and suddenly Spock was there before him in swirls of shimmering twilight, pulling him by the hand, by his chin. He felt his warmth from the inside out. Like he had swallowed a sun. Like he could never be cold again. 

Return to me, k'diwa. I must finish.

“I love when you call me that.”

The words, his own voice, were what pulled him back to reality. Their faces were mere inches apart. His cheek was wet. He smelled spices around him, felt humidity in the room. Suddenly, Jim remembered the task at hand and blood rushed to color his face, but the expression he found on Spock’s was fond. Soft. His fingers followed Jim’s chin as it drew back before letting the contact cease altogether.

“Did I…?”

Spock nodded once. Jim swallowed and bit his lip sheepishly. 

“Sorry.”

Spock shook his head, denying the apology. “My hand placement was unwise. I admit, I was distracted.”

Jim’s embarrassed grimace began to lift into a self-satisfied smile.

“You, distracted? I'd be curious to know what could've managed such a thing.”

Spock said nothing at first. He placed a considerably more careful hand on top of Jim’s head to steady it.

“Aesthetics.”

And Jim let Spock tilt his head once more before feeling the cool metal touch back down on his skin. This time the path began just below the line of his jaw, trailing down and catching fine hairs along the column of his throat. When he could, he tried to catch a glimpse of the unwavering concentration on Spock’s face as he worked his way across. 

“You do this every morning?” Jim all but whispered as his head was allowed to level. He instinctively brought a hand up to feel the smooth skin, running his fingers over it in appraisal.

“My metabolism has adjusted to living aboard the Enterprise. I only require this level of grooming approximately once every twenty one standard days.”

Jim blinked. How was he still learning new things about Spock, even after all this time? He supposed that explained why he never had a hair out of place- that is, unless Jim had something to say about it behind closed doors.

Spock was inspecting him now, dark eyes roaming his face, searching for any neglected spots over it's surface. Jim sat still, defiantly keeping his gaze steady until those eyes met his again. They both held it for a prolonged moment until Spock reached out touching his thumb to what must be a single hair left behind. His fingers climbed…

Jim couldn’t have stopped it if he’d wanted to. He surged forward again, their minds coming together like a flood as if protesting the premature ending from before. As always, Spock was there to catch him. Arms twined around, undefined and abstract, embracing him from all directions. He was steady, as if he himself were the solid ground on which they stood, as if Jim would float away and cease to be without him there. His tether. His anchor. His north star.

Hello, ashayam.

Spock, Jim practically sang. Not for the first time, he felt a certain sort of music shivering free in a distant part of his mind. A single note hanging suspended in the fog. He wanted to hum along, to stretch it into a tune that could be carried by birds, a song composed for a symphony, but instead he simply reached for Spock and thought you’re here, you’re here, you’re here as they twisted together.

Always. 

He felt love float up between them, lifting like bubbles from vents below the sea and racing for the surface. Oranges and pinks brightened in the periphery, dropping off into blue below. He marveled inwardly, distracted by the space that was all their own before his attention was drawn to a thought passing over him. Uncertainty. Spock was the one who put words to it.

You are nervous.

It was as if Jim hadn’t recognized the ache in his stomach until then.

That is why you are seeking me. K’diwa. Come.

Clarity. Sense. Logic. Jim followed him into an embrace of sensation- lying against Spock’s chest in the morning, finding his hand below the table without having to look, kissing him in the dark. All at once it came over him, settled inside him. Comfort. Home.

Your nerves are unwarranted. You have prepared thoroughly.

So did the admiralty when the delegation turned them down.

You are Jim Kirk. Decidedly, not the admiralty.

Jim laughed, and the music came back distantly. Bells.

Spock continued. I, for one, have historically found it difficult to deny you anything.

Jim could feel the ache within him begin to subside as quickly as it had come, could practically feel Spock pulling it from him. He reached out again, hand closing around a wrist which was not there before he decided to hold onto it. 

I love you.

And I, you, ashaya. 

And with that, the meld began to abate, turning to mist and leaving only filtered sunlight behind Jim’s eyes. The sensation of Spock’s forehead against his own came to him like waves of a dream. He sighed, nodding forward until the hand supporting his chin steadied him enough for him to open his eyes. 

“Are you comforted, Jim?”

And the question was so sincere, he felt his heart reeling in appreciation for the man before him. 

“I am, thank you,” he murmured, and seemingly satisfied, Spock brought the razor up and grazed it over the missed spot on his cheek. He wordlessly gathered his belongings, submerged in the now frothy water, and disappeared to return them to his quarters.

Jim raised a hand to ghost over the spot their foreheads had met and thought back to a time long ago, when they were practically strangers, Spock's words to him.

'If I seem insensitive to what you’re going through, Captain, understand… it’s the way I am.'

Spock’s brow lifted when he caught Jim watching him a beat longer than he should have. He was standing in the doorway now, drying his hands, and all Jim could think was how could I have let him be so wrong?

All he said, however, was, “How do I look?”

“Tempting,” Spock answered without hesitation.

Jim’s grin warmed several degrees. “That is what I was going for.”

After taking a moment to appreciate the curve of Spock’s lips, reserved just for him to see, he finally stood to face the green tunic laid out with such care on his bed. Unsurprisingly, each medal was already pinned in perfect position. He ran the backs of his fingers over the dyed fabric, parted it, smiled when he found his undershirt neatly folded there too. He imagined Spock alone in the room as he was washing up. His careful movements, so precise and so graceful at the same time, always yielding perfect results. Point A to point B. The path of least resistance. Jim sometimes marveled that Spock, in all his simplicity, could tolerate him at all.

A hand pressed to the small of his back and Spock was standing close, their hips touching as he reached for the shirt. He presented it to Jim, who pulled it over his head, emerging to find Spock holding his tunic out for him to slide his arms into.

“I’m beginning to feel rather spoiled,” he teased before sliding one arm in, turning, sliding in the other. He leaned back and Spock wrapped his arms around him, closed the shirt over his chest, bowed his head to tuck himself into Jim’s neck. Lips pressed to his pulse. One. Two. Three.

“You are worthy of the treatment, Captain.”

Jim shut his eyes. Captain. It was spoken like a name. Like found treasure. Like he’d follow him anywhere. 

He turned again so they would be face to face, leaving some space for Spock’s hands which immediately sought out his sleeves to soothe them down his arms. Comfortable silence enveloped them as Spock resumed closing his cuffs, tightening the material over his wrists and sliding each gold disk through their respective slots.

“Thank you,” Jim said again sweetly once he was finished, reaching two fingers out to find Spock’s and pressing the tips of them together. As he so often did, Spock looked down at the contact, observing it as he pushed more purposefully along Jim’s fingers, up over the first fold of his palm. 

“I am confident you will be successful.”

Jim followed the path forward until he could lace their hands together fully. 

“What, I don’t get to hear the odds?”

Spock’s grip flexed inside Jim’s. Reverent. Devout. Jim squeezed back.

“I could provide them, however I see little point as it is your tendency to defy all probability.”

Jim leaned up on his toes to press a kiss to Spock’s cheek, delighted to leave behind the faintest imprint of sage.

“Perfectly logical, Mr. Spock. As always.”

#spirk #star trek #fanfic #ficlet #request #anon #space husbands #spock #captain kirk #fluff #mind meld #my writing

[sometimes-you-laugh]

Does anyone remember how Zircon protected Yellow Diamond in chapter 12?

And broke their neck?

What if Kongo and everyone else weren't fast enough?

What if the lunarians took Zircon's head?

And what if ...

.

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They decided to give Lapis Lazuli's head to Zircon?

What if Zircon woke up at the end of chapter 20?

What if they and Phos talked to each other about themselves during chapter 30?

Phos tells Zircon about how they feel jealous of their old self.

And Zircon tells Phos about their identity crisis.

Zircon looked at Phos and asked. "I'm still Zircon if i have Lazuli's head?"

Phos looked back at Zircon and answered. "With or without Lazuli's head, you're still Zircon to me."

Zircon and Phos become a lot closer after that.

And what if ...

Zircon goes with Phos to the moon?

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Here is my houseki no kuni AU!

Lapis head Zircon AU!

#hnk #houseki no kuni #land of the lustrous #zircon #phosphophyllite #phos #lapis lazuli #au #lapis head zircon au #my posts #no id #no image description #undescribed images

[db-andromeda]

🍋‍🟩 LIME PEARL & CHERRY ZIRCON 🍒

🌇 SUNSET TOURMALINE COMPONENTS 🌇

When Lime Pearl belonging to the Yellow Diamond court was discarded after being created in The Reef, a Cherry Zircon from the Pink Diamond court decided to keep her; little by little the Zircon fell in love with the Pearl and one day she told her, the Pearl did not like to hear that so she rejected her, the Zircon was not going to take a no for an answer so she decided to make the Pearl fall in love. When Era III arrived, she achieved her goal and now they are a permafusion, she loves to watch the dawn and the sunset; she is in the “AndroFusions” group where few gems that have proven to be true permafusions made of various feelings and emotions, fight to be recognized and respected like any other gem

#steven universe #steven universe the movie #steven universe future #su #crystal gems #off colors #great diamond authority #rebecca sugar #crewniverse #digital art #draw #fanart #fangem #gemsona #oc #art of the day #artist support #artists on tumblr #artists on instagram #db andromeda #adopted #su fusion #fan fusion #cherry zircon #red zircon #zircon #lime pearl #pearl

[zirkkun-uthcs]

Hiya! So, i just read the scenario where the reader died during the X-event, and thought "This needs a happy ending!",, So, could you do Error, Cross, Dream (If you write for Dreamtale, it's okay if you dont, just do the others xd) and Swap Sans if they're S/o got badly injured during the X-event, but managed to survive? Thank you!

I for the life of me do not remember what ask this is referencing (it's been a while), so I can't go and grab it for reference. I'll be writing based on this ask only, so I'm sorry if I missed something integral that was mentioned in the other ask!

I don't currently write for Dreamtale, so I'll leave Dream out for now.

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Error - He will NEVER admit this, but when you were so badly injured that you weren't responding, he was absolutely freaking out. Error did everything he could to make sure you were coming out of this alive -- sewing up wounds, bandaging what he could, stealing healing items from anything remaining he could find and shoving them down your throat. Anything and everything possible, he is going to do it, even at his own expense.

Once you're stable, though, he'll immediately go back to his normal self. And by that I mean he will deny ever helping you, probably tell you how stupid you are for getting hurt during that whole thing, refuse to admit he actually enjoys your company. You know, regular manbaby Error things. But he might suspiciously be far more okay than usual with you sitting close to him, provided you ask first.

Cross - Similarly to Error, Cross will do everything in his power to make sure you're okay. However, unlike Error, Cross will be very emotional at this point. He doesn't get emotional often -- only when he's in highly stressful situations. The last person he knows alive, nearly dying, and he's the only one who can help? Cross is a fucking mess, even if he doesn't look like it yet. All while running around trying to stablize you, he seems very stern, serious, strong. Nothing could faze him right now. But the second you're looking like you're gonna be okay... that's when he breaks. He can't stop crying or shaking, and he crumbles into a weak puddle of feelings. Cross is extremely happy you're okay, but the amount of stress he just went through and now there is finally a moment of silence and calm? Yeah, he's shaken up a bit.

Underswap!Sans - Once again, this guy is gonna be working his ass off to make sure you're okay -- even if it costs him his own life. Blue is not the type to sit back and watch anyone hurting, but he especially can't see you dying. In a way, he's almost the reverse of Cross: instead of being strong until the stress has cleared, Blue is frantic until his stress is gone. He makes desperate, rash decisions that he know will work despite the cost aside from perhaps more calculated ones that have less of a cost. Quite literally, if it came down to it, Blue would give up his SOUL so you could live -- but fortunately, since you asked for a happy ending, this doesn't happen. And once you're stable again, he desperately tries to go back to his confident, prideful persona. But any moment he's alone, he's practically falling apart and trying to glue himself back together.

#undertale au #underverse #xtale #underverse headcanon #xtale headcanon #cross #xtale!sans #xtale x reader #errortale #errortale headcanon #errortale x reader #underverse!error #error #underswap #underswap headcanon #underswap x reader #underswap!sans #anonymous #zircon answers #uthcs headcanon

[zirkkun]

Seeing all these Bad Guy Sanses reblogs &/or tags for them u have been doing makes me quite happy. Since 1. I love them, 2. It helps me find more posts of them. Also, I am very much like seeing how much u have been simping for &/or kinning Dust in some of ur posts/reblogs &/or in the tags of them. Bc while I love all the Bad Sanses (basically), Dust/Murder is a major favorite of mine. So I am very much happy to see him getting (even more) love by people. Anyways, I hope u are doing ok!

I'm glad you've been enjoying them! 😂 Unfortunately I think my queue is almost out and I don't particularly have the energy to go fill it up again at the moment, but I'm doin alright! Thanks for asking.

#zircon answers #chatxkilluaxnoir

[ihopesocomic]

Will we ever get more information on Amber & Zircon’s dad? Does he have any relevance to the story? (:

There are currently no plans concerning Amber or Zircon's dad. - Cat

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Also, Amber and Zircon are not siblings. They're cousins. And Zoisite is meant to represent a hardworking single mom so all you need to know is that she raised her niece and son alone and both of their dads have been out of the picture for as long as both kids can remember. - RJ

#ask #ask us stuff #cat answers #rj answers #zoisite #zircon #amber #thundering mountains

[pan-fried-autism]

blue zircon + yellow zircon

#rey answers asks #blue zircon su #yellow zircon su #art request #fusion request #SU fusion #su #SU fanart #Steven universe

[collabwithmyself]

Happy Birthday! 🎉🎈🎁🎊🎂❤️

Thanks!!

#I HIT POST LIMIT ANSWERING BIRTHDAY WISHES BUT I'M BACK BABY #tanzanite-zircon #collab answers

[editloids]

could i maybe ask for an inbox check? tysm in advance!

Why of course! This is a long post though.. -Mod Len

KAITO'S CLAIMS ~

Soap - CODMW Rentry Template

Dahlia - Fortnite graphics

Malleus Draconia - TWST rentry graphics ( that use the same masks as the Idia Shroud resources. )

1977 Raggedy Andy rentry graphics ( this will be part of a two parter post, with Rin doing the other half of the graphics )

Queer Flag Heart

Circus Baby Graphics

Rin Matsuoka - Free! rentry graphics

Dave Strider - Homestuck graphics

Hu Tao graphics in pastel pink

Optimus Prime profile layout ( older animation preferred ) RIN'S CLAIMS ~

Sonic the Hedgehog graphics

Zircon - HNK graphic

Amite - Puyo Puyo graphics

Dottore graphics in light / pale blue

Emily Dyer - IDV graphic

Ortho Shroud layout

Hirofumi Yoshida - CSM graphics

Kaveh - Genshin Impact graphics

Qifrey - WHA graphics in blue

Princess Bubblegum graphics

Shadow the Hedgehog graphics ( art from his sonic channel preferred )

Mafuyu Asahina rentry graphics LEN'S CLAIMS ~ ( disclaimer, I already did most of them .. So there's not much left ! )

Tighnari rentry graphics

Peko Pekoyama graphics with frills and ribbons ( DR3 art preferred )

Kuroko Tetsuya - KNB layouts for tumblr UNCLAIMED ( haven't talked about who gets it yet )

Kyo Kaneko graphics in soft pink

Yui & Hideki Hinata - Angel Beats graphics

Fuyuko Mayuzumi graphics

Kiriko Yukoku Graphics A QUESTION

we have this! but I don't really know how to do that so I haven't answered because only Rin and Kaito could answer .. And that's all we have! :'3 - Mod Len

#☆: mod len #long post