#Pezzottaite

[vugnasmineralblog]

Pezzottaite | Sakavalana, Ambatovita, Mandrosonoro, Ambatofinandrahana, Amoron'i Mania, Madagascar

[pocket-gems]

How do you think a Pezzottaite may look like?

I sketched some back when I was doing unknown gems. I need to redraw so many of them >...>

Unsure of her job. She gives me the vibes of bossy settler watching over scouts.

[ranans-art]

PEZZOTTAITE | SHE/HER

A tailor with in love with someone who doesn't love her back. She yearns ever so slightly, never noticing the strategist looking at her with so much love.

Guess who finally got to remaking some refs!

[smolapricot]

Oh no... that happened again.

Pezzottaite is a patrol stone. Due to the high content of caesium in his crystal lattice, his limbs can explode during panic attacks.

[rasp-beryl]

My lovely self insert! Pezzottaite! Shipping them so hard with my f/o phos!! XD

[the-diamond-command]

FACET FRIDAY

Orange: Hi Red!

Red: Orange, please step back. You know the Diamond Line is only for emergencies. Please have a good reason for calling me.

Orange: I just wanted to see how you were doing Red! It's been a while.

Red: Things are going as usual. I’m working on a project with my personal Pezzottaite.

Orange: Oh! Maybe I can accompany you on your appointment?

Red: I don’t see the harm in that.

[i-love-bonchon-chicken]

My friends's HNK OCs

[chocolatechipkraken]

Gemuary 2024 Day 25: Pezzottaite

Pezzotaite, aka "raspberyl", is a very rare beryllium mineral.

[segapop115]

[faethornart]

redone Pezzottaite statue

[stevenuniverse-described]

[Image Description: a digital drawing of three original designs based off of Steven Universe against a white background.

Goshenite is a short Gem with lean limbs and a round face. She has pale-grey skin and thick, poofy white hair like a cloud barely contained by a diamond-pattern headband. She is wearing a black leotard with a poofy, white collar, white, thigh-high stockings, and black flats with white pom-poms.

Pezzotaitte is of similar height to Goshenite but of a more squat build. She has pink skin with conical buns sticking out of a magenta hood. Her eyes are covered with opaque goggles. She is wearing a long-sleeved, hot-pink bodysuit with puffed, magenta sleeves, shorts, and knee-length boots.

Maxixe is slightly taller than both Gems. She has light-blue skin and a short bob contained within a dark-blue hood. She is wearing a dark-blue top with sleeves that brush the floor and an even darker blue skirt with smooth, blue gems embedded along the hem.

End Description.]

Goshenite, Pezzotaitte and Maxixe, my newest beryls

[pepsimanan]

#11 merli

[kittydoesthings]

I swear. Every single piece of media I hyperfixate on, WITHOUT FAIL, I will create a Steven Universe-inspired Gem AU for it. It happened with A Hat in Time, it happened with Transformers, and now it's happening with Cookie Run. Cringe is dead.

no idea what the plot is yet I'm just assigning characters rocks (putting current list below a cut for whoever's interested

Pure Vanilla - Opal Hollyberry - Cherry Topaz Dark Cacao - Tanzanite Golden Cheese - Heliodor White Lily - Watermelon Tourmaline Shadow Milk - Moonstone Mystic Flour - Moissanite Burning Spice - Painite Eternal Sugar - Pezzottaite Silent Salt - Alexandrite Black Raisin - Sugilite Caramel Arrow - Sardonyx Crunchy Chip - Howlite (hah get it) Affogato - Charoite Smoked Cheese - Smoky Quartz Elder Faerie - Labradorite

Gingerbrave, Wizard, and Strawberry are just humans :3

[okikeu]

BIJOUX

FOURTEEN. pearls on my chilli cheese dog

written — 1.8k words

warnings: mentions of drugs

Heeseung didn't have a personal style, but he did have a Xanax prescription.

So, while Sunghoon tore apart Heeseung's closet in search of anything he deemed remotely appropriate for arguably the most important meeting of his friend's life thus far, Heeseung popped a pill in the hopes of stilling his shaking leg and uneven breaths.

"So, what company did this end up being for?" Sunghoon asked, throwing another beanie on the floor. "I need to know who to cater this fit to."

Heeseung tossed his phone to the side and fell back onto his bed, staring up at the ceiling with a hefty exhale. It was only noon and he was already exhausted. "Le Désir."

The sounds of metal and fabric scraping against the wood of his closet halted immediately, followed by a clap that reverberated throughout the room as Sunghoon's hand fell against his thighs.

"Are you fucking with me right now?"

Heeseung lulled his head to the side to look at Sunghoon. "No? Why? Is Le Désir's stock plummeting right now or something?"

"Dude, the biggest designer brand in the country wants to work with you? There's no way."

Heeseung sat up, suddenly defensive despite the similar doubts sitting just behind his own eyes. "I'm serious! She said she worked for Le Désir!"

Sunghoon laughed, the throaty sound bubbling out of him with a sour mix of humour and mockery. "Yeah, sorry, you're totally getting scammed. I'm gonna go get a chilli cheese dog."

Sunghoon stepped over the piles of clothes he'd discarded and reached for the door, prompting Heeseung to spring off his bed and lunge for it first, blocking the only way out of his room as he stood in front of it like a starfish.

"Bro, let me go, that vendor down the street leaves at one," Sunghoon whined, trying to pry Heeseung off of the door. He wedged his hands between Heeseung's arms and around his abdomen in an attempt to tickle him away from the exit.

"That vendor doesn't even use real meat," Heeseung loudly retorted, squirming away but still firmly holding his ground against the door. "Please, I can't go there looking like this, man."

Sunghoon sighed, giving up on trying to get out when his tickling tactic failed. "Fine. But we're searching up that company's staff and if the woman isn't on there, you owe me seven chilli cheese dogs."

1:48

Twelve minutes before the future or Le Désir was set to change forever. Twelve minutes before the fate of your company fell from the grip of a stranger and back into your unsteady hands. Twelve minutes before Lee Heeseung decided if decades of your grandfather's soul compacted together with pezzottaite and pearls was worth holding together a little longer.

1:49

You had reserved the smallest meeting room possible—from the little knowledge you had about Heeseung, you had assumed the vast, echoing conference spaces would steal his normality and your relatability would rise to the ceiling, making room for the expansiveness of your request to settle in front of his vision instead. In a forlorn attempt at appealing to familiarity, you had opted for the room most similar to the (lack of) spaciousness you had seen while in his apartment.

1:50

Yet, the door still seemed so far away from where you sat at the head of the table. You couldn't decipher the words of the plated-label next to the entrance, and where Yujin sat, swiveling around in the chair at the far end across from you, she looked no larger than the vase of flowers in the middle of the table. Perhaps you should have just had the meeting in your office.

1:51

A complementary Le Désir pen laid against your lip, your teeth mindlessly nipping away at the tip of it until pieces of plastic berated your tongue. You quickly pulled the pen away from your mouth, eyebrows furrowed and eyes pointed in disgust as you blew raspberries into the air in a semi-futile attempt to rid your tongue of the speckles littering your mouth. Yeonjun pulled the pen out of your grasp as he walked by, hitting you over the head with it before tossing it in the trash in the corner to your left.

1:52

Typically, meetings of this nature were manned by Yujin, Yeonjun, and Sumin. As CEO, it simply wasn't your job to attend to every task, you simply ran the business. But seeing as Heeseung was cast by you, it was only cordial that you offered your presence—at least, that's what Jay had told you to do when you had asked him to come with you to get some Yerba Mate twenty minutes ago.

1:53

As Yeonjun took a seat on your right, the door cracked open, a smiley Sumin peaking our from behind the acacia. A clipboard was held loosely between her arm and her chest.

"Is there anything else you need before I step down to the lobby to wait for Mr. Lee?" Sumin queried.

You shook your head. "I think we're all good here—"

"Adderall."

"Shut up, Yeonjun," Yujin scolded as she threw a crumpled up paper at him. He caught it, but the intention was not lost on him as he glared back at her.

1:54

Each time your watch ticked, a new minute whistling its way into the air, your teeth would sink into the expanse of your lip. The skin against your teeth was stinging and raw by now, its shrills for mercy falling on deaf ears.

You contemplated reaching into your bag to reapply your gloss, but you didn't have it in you to move your hands, scared that they would be shaking enough for Yeonjun to notice.

1:55

The last time you had had this meeting was about ten months ago. You held your head a little higher back then, the heavy pearls around your neck not pulling you down in the slightest.

Back then, with your blouse buttoned up all the way and your lips full of colour, your hands wouldn't dare shake—Especially not with Shin Yuna sitting at the end of your marble table.

Her hands were delicate against the paper as she flipped through the proposal, and you could already imagine the drapes of pink quartz curtains decorating her shoulders, encompassing her in everything "Le Désir".

1:56

Shin Yuna was supposed to be your muse.

Melpomene was not the muse you meant, but it's the one you got.

1:57

"Sumin just texted me, she's on her way up."

You barely heard Yujin as she spoke. Your head spun, the base of you neck tightening in response.

You shouldn't be nervous.

You shouldn't, yet you are.

1:58

Out of your peripheral, you could see Yeonjun buttoning his blazer and adjusting his tie. A manila folder materialized in front of him, and suddenly the young man you knew was gone and your lawyer had swooped into his place.

Yujin stood near the door now, peering through the blinds so she could greet Sumin and Heeseung when they arrived. At least, that's what you assumed, you never truly knew what she was thinking.

1:59

A squeal sounded from Yujin before she was slipping through the door, keeping it open just a crack with her heel.

Muffled voices and assumed pleasantries seeped through the small gap, but any coherent words died before they reached you.

Yeonjun reached over, placing a comforting hand over yours that sat entwined on top of the table.

2:00

As your watch ticked a little louder than before, signally the next hour had arrived, the door peeled open.

It was undoubtedly Lee Heeseung who stepped through, but you had a hard time focusing your eyes on the man as Yujin offered him a seat, merely gestering to the lengthy table with two hands. While Yuna had always sat at the far end, at the head opposite you, Heeseung strolled much father up. He took the seat on your left side, not bothering to round the table to the side facing the door. With a singular seat between you, you couldn't help but admire his confidence, or lack thereof. If he sat so close because he didn't see you as very powerful, or because this environment was foreign to him, you couldn't decipher.

Maybe you were just bad at reading people.

He looked...different.

Not bad, just unfamiliar.

His hair was messier than it was when you had last seen him, hanging in front of his eyes and fluffing out at the sides. Though, the waves seemed intentional and you quickly realized someone had styled them—probably not himself, seeing as the back of his head hadn't been neglected.

The black blazer on top of a pinstriped, white button down went a little too well with his dark chinos, and suddenly, all of the pearls in your mind that were owned and adorned by Yuna slipped from her neck and rolled to the feet of Lee Heeseung.

Perhaps a muse wasn't what you needed after all.

The corner of your lips curved up as you mentally wrote a thank-you letter to Shin Yuna's company.

"Lee Heeseung," You spoke, your unused voice thankfully not betraying you, "Welcome. I'm glad you decided to work with us—I promise I'll make it worth your while."

Heeseung smiled, though it didn't reach his eyes. "Thanks for the opportunity, Ms. L/N."

Yujin had taken a seat next to Heeseung, filling in the one spot at the end of the table before your own seat. From a bag down by her feet, she pulled out a lookbook—the one Liz had made that had been collecting dust on your desk.

"This campaign has been in the works for a while now," Yujin started, "As you may know, Le Désir is big on elegance and delicacy. But, we want to change that up a bit. Take a look through here—" She pushed the lookbook in front of Heeseung, opening the first page for him. "—and let us know what you think."

Heeseung's eyes scanned over every inch of the page, not missing a single colour swatch or fabric sample.

As he flipped through it, Yeonjun cleared his throat. "If you have any questions—"

"This is good," Heeseung interrupted, though it didn't seem Yeonjun minded. If anything he seemed grateful, as if he was worried Heeseung was backtracking. "To be honest, I don't know much about fashion or...any of this. Whatever you guys want, I'll do."

"Are you sure?" Yujin asked. "You're going to be the face of this, Mr. Lee. This is your image, your reputation."

He shrugged. "It's also yours, you wouldn't do anything to jeopardize that."

You leaned back in your seat, Heeseung's tired eyes settling peacefully on Yujin as she nodded.

"Okay then," You chimed in, "I want you here Monday to Friday. Hours will fluctuate, but you'll get a day rate of 400 dollars regardless of how long you're here for. I'm managing this campaign, so you'll hear a lot from me, along with our head designer, Liz, for the time being. Any questions?"

Typically, you would be a little more formal, but you knew your audience.

Heeseung's eyes were wide, the same deer-like features you saw all those days ago coming back into view. "400 dollars a day?"

"Yes." You nodded. "If that's not to your standards, we can arrange something else—"

"Where do I sign?"

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SYNOPSIS. The fashion industry is difficult, so when the CEO of Korea's finest, luxury fashion brand, Le Désir, loses the most important ambassador of her career, her life is pretty much over. That is, until she finds a face that makes her previous fumble look like a simple marketing scheme.

taglist! @heeheesang @choppedballoondetective @kang-ulzzang @jakeyverse @randomanothercreature @ohsehunskz @ikeublr @realrintaro @illvding @missychief1404

[smolapricot]

You are the only perfect addition to my existence.

Pezzottaite had another partner before. His name was Riesling. They were a typical duo of a restless interlocutor and a quiet one, they had been in it for 300 long years. They were called "beryl siblings" because they are from the same deposit and both are varieties of beryl.

[azvertigo]

Pezzottaite, one of my lovely lovely gemsonas, I'll have a few more drawings of her posted at a later date Her backstory is rlly fun but I'm not ready to disclose that yet ;)