Oct 9, 2025
The Zircon-side of the SU fandom is dead af, and here I am in the year 2025 thinking of a Corpse Bride AU with Blue Zircon as Victor, Yellow Zircon as Victoria, Blue Pearl as Emily, and Aquamarine as Barkis.
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The Zircon-side of the SU fandom is dead af, and here I am in the year 2025 thinking of a Corpse Bride AU with Blue Zircon as Victor, Yellow Zircon as Victoria, Blue Pearl as Emily, and Aquamarine as Barkis.
Not to make this post Stelzias, but I've been thinking about how well these two know each other... And I'd like to imagine for the longest time, not very well. Like Stelsa knows Tyzias's political stances and her habits but she doesn't know Tyzias's favorite meal or what her favorite books are. And Stelsa is so engrained in the hemospectrum's expectations of you live and breathe you future Off-Planet purpose, that one day Tyzias wakes up and realizes she knows virtually nothing about Stelsa.
Nothing outside of the shows they like to watch together and a few webcomics she used to like to read. And that bothers Tyzias; it bothers her a lot. Not because she doubts her feelings for Stelsa but because she wants to know so much more now. Like she wants to feel like they're close and they have things in common. And once again Tyzias is sick of how engrained they are to the faults of their culture that even she fell into the trap that your moirail is who you share and confide in, not your matesprit.
So she just eases in sharing things with each other and at first she can tell Stelsa is confused and weirded out by it... But eventually they grow to really enjoy chatting and learn that they actually have a lot of really dumb mundane things in common. And even the things they don't, they like to tease each other.
To everyone wondering what I’m on about, especially the old Berena crowd, and wondering why I think Damages is amazing and super gay? Do yourselves a favor and watch this 1 minute long clip. Specifically pay attention to Patty Hewes’ incredibly long gay stare in the middle.
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“This is it! They’ll take away my kids! You’ll be fired! I’ll be fired! They’ll disbar us, and then we’ll go to jail!”
“I told you to turn off new alerts. Pretty sure your therapist did too.”
“Why did you vote for that asshole, bitch?!”
“Don’t call me a bitch outside the bedroom!”
“Sophia is freaking out! Ron is hiding in his fall out shelter and- and-! We have to move to Canada! I already found a place with great schools! We’ll need new names so the FBI can’t trace us!”
“Don’t do that. I work with them sometimes. Did you take your lavender pills?”
“Don’t even think about it! You’re not coming! You did this to us! You voted for that hate-filled fascist! You threw your family under the bus!”
“Hey! I never said I voted for him! I said two things were off limits my asshole and the voting booth! You want to fuck me anywhere else and I’m game!”
“Don’t come home! I’m changing the locks!”
“You can’t change the locks! You have to wait for the kids to come home and it’s forty minutes in that traffic!”
“I bought them the night of the election results!”
Zareen gasped!
“Zandy? Baby? How could you?”
“How could you?!” Tears of rage fell down Zandra’s face. “Liberal paradises always end! There was always going to be a vicious backlash and you gave the whip to the megaphone of the mob and painted a target on the back of yourself, your wife, and each and every one of your children! Concentration camps are a thing! And they don’t want you to keep your kids!”
Zareen wiped a tear away.
“Look, you’re worked up. You’re upset. We can talk about this when I get home. Then you can take your sleepy pill, rest, and things will be different in the morning. You can’t go uprooting the kids all over one news alert.”
“Oh fuck you! You’re there with him, aren’t you?!”
“I saw you calling and stepped out because I figured you’d be upset, like the last four years.”
“And you let him! You defended him!”
“And you prosecuted him and you won! You got your impeachment and I had to kiss ass to get a new position and a six figure salary!”
“It always comes back to you selling out your soul!”
“It comes back to supporting my family! Our family! Three kids are a lot to put through college! And you want more! Fine! I’m working so you can have as many kids as you want and give them the best life!”
“How is this the best life if their Reenie isn’t in their life?!”
The line went dead. Zandra threw her phone in a random direction, collapsed against a wall, and clutched the package of door knobs. She had to get the sobbing under control before the kids came home.
Zareen called several more times, but the voicemail answered each time. She threw her phone at the floor, then cursed as she remembered she still needed it.
“Toto, I’m taking off early! I’ll make it up later!”
“That’s not my name! And you can’t leave! Meeting in five. We’re all staying late.”
“But my partner is threatening to leave me, take the kids, change their names, and move to Canada!”
Dorothea put her hand on her hip.
“Sugar, they all threaten that soon or later, and what happens is they ice you for years, you find a hooker, the news finds out, and you come home to a stack of divorce papers on a wicker chair in a cleaned out house. No one ever entered this game if they valued their marriage.”
Zareen stood shocked.
“Dick! It’s too late! I feel strange! I feel-! I feel-! Like I love lesbians! Dick! I love them!”
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