pixarjem replied to your post “What would a be the fusion of Pink Diamond and a Dumortierite Quartz...”
I said Blue Zircon, not Blue Topaz.
Oopsies! I’d recommend Purple Spinel for that fusion then. :)

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pixarjem replied to your post “What would a be the fusion of Pink Diamond and a Dumortierite Quartz...”
I said Blue Zircon, not Blue Topaz.
Oopsies! I’d recommend Purple Spinel for that fusion then. :)
Cal and Dreams
It’s pretty majestic, as crashes go. They’re down to the final four laps, and Lightning’s leading by tenths of seconds. Brick’s drafting him, and Bobby’s side-drafting him, and meanwhile Cal’s right behind, wildly trying to figure out how he’s gonna get around them all. Taking the high groove might not be a bad call–Lightning can’t push him out without letting Brick and Bobby free, so it’d probably be–
Bobby makes his run on the inside.
But he’s too close, too close, and he clips Lightning’s back bumper, and Lightning spins like God himself gave him a yank on the spoiler. Zero downforce, anti-gravity. Brick craters into Lightning’s side and Cal, attempting to swerve, ends up on two wheels, his front sliding over Lightning’s hood. Cal divebombs the pavement and for a fraction of a second he’s very, very angry at Bobby for all this. Then he’s upside down and careening into Bobby’s back–Bobby, who’d ended his run with his front crunched into the apron and his mouth full of dirt.
Which looks pathetic enough that it’s hard to be mad at Bobby for anything at all.
“Chip Gearings won? Seriously?”
“RIGHT?” exclaims Bobby.
“That’s what I said!” Brick huffs. “I feel like I lap that guy three times a week–and he’s still mean about my plants.”
“What do you guys have against Chip?” asks Lightning.
“Oh, don’t pretend you’re some kind of angel,” says Bobby. “At least we know who Chip is. You don’t even pay attention to the back of the field.”
“Yes I do! I, uh– I know– Chip, he–”
Lightning does not know.
“I’d feel bad talking about him, but he’s actually not very nice,” says Cal.
For some reason, this sets Brick off cackling.
“Well, with one win under his belt, maybe we’ll all be talking about him soon,” Bobby intones tenebrously. “THIS IS THE START OF THE CHIP ERA.”
Can you do one Cruz/Natalie for 5 or Cruzon for 17? Thank you
Im so mad i had a whole thing written out and lost it all
5. things you didn’t say at all
Natalie liked to think of herself as a woman of good tastes, and one Cruz Ramirez struck her as the most decadent of luxuries she’d love to indulge in. It wasn’t just her phenomenal statistics (though the numbers alone had Natalie sending her a fruit basket-) but it was her persona on and off the track that drew her in. Cruz was, in a lot of ways, a breathe of fresh air in the stale sport. She was excited, happy, warm- she brought camaraderie back to the sport, Natalie could already tell she was getting along great with the other racers- and she was good. Amazingly so. Even Jackson Storm couldn’t keep her down.
So yes, Natalie was drawing in by the numbers (and Cruz was a solid 9 with the curves to match) but she stayed for the intelligence that streaked in her eyes, for the smiles, for the genuine warmth- and she couldn’t pass up the chance to get an interview (or a number- or, if she was smooth enough, maybe she could convince her to share a cab back to her hotel room-) with the up and coming racer.
She finally got her chance at the after party, when Cruz was left gratefully alone, the moment would only last a second though so Natalie had to move quick (really, it would be no problem, Natalie had gotten numbers in that span, and had even gotten girls wrapped around her finger in less-) and that she did. Sliding up the the woman, Natalie handed her some fruity drink she’d overheard her order early at the bar and flashed her a sparkling smile.
“Cruz Ramirez, it’s a pleasure to meet you!” Cruz took the drink out of instinct, “My name is Natalie Certain. I’m sure you’ve seen me on television, I report stats for the racers this season.”
Cruz nods, “Yes I recognize you! You work with Chick Hicks.”
“I do.” Natalie pours on the charm thick, “You've got an amazing game, you know that? I’d love to have you on the show sometime.”
Smiling nervously, Cruz sipped at her drink to give herself a moment to think, “I should talk to my manager first.”
Natalie shrugs, faking nonchalance, “They maybe I could get your number? Or maybe,” She takes a step closer, “When the party dies down, you’d like to sneak out the back with me?”
looking down at her a spark of knowing amusement flashes in her eye, “I suppose that invitation isn’t for a late night media statement?”
Faking innocence, Natalie runs her hand up the zipper of Cruz’s yellow jacket, “I wouldn’t say i’m exactly clocked in at that time. It’s more of a leisure thing than a work thing.”
Cruz smiles and goes to say something but is cut off when Lightning McQueen himself calls for her from across the room. She jolts a bit, standing up straighter and pulling away from Natalie a bit. The racer is waving Cruz over, seemingly oblivious to whatever is happening and Cruz shrugs apologetically and makes to go.
“Wait-” Natalie says, reaching out to grab her sleeve, “You didn’t answer me.”
the fabric slips from her fingers as Cruz keep walking, turning back only momentarily to say one sentence that makes Natalie decide maybe she was a 10 after all-
“I didn’t say No, did I?”
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What would a be the fusion of Pink Diamond and a Dumortierite Quartz be? Pink Diamond and Carnelian? Pink and Blue Zircon? Pink and Larimar? Pink and Citrine? Thank you and happy birthday.
Thank you! And of course :)
Fusions:
Pink Diamond X Dumortierite Quartz:Amethyst
Pink Diamond X Carnelian:Hureaulite
Pink Diamond X Blue Topaz:Purple Spinel
Pink Diamond X Larimar:Purple Agate
Pink Diamond X Citrine:Imperial Topaz
Hello again friend. Another fusion personality request: The fusion- Purple Ammolite, the gems, a mint green Pearl and a Rainbow Calsilica. They are a couple. The Pearl loves to entertain and put on a show, but she is also sweet, protective, fights for love and choice to be who she wants and for the Gem who saw her as an individual and not an accessory. RC is an artist who strives more than just the artwork for elites. He is stylish,often reforming to change his form,helpful,cool, respectful,calm
Personality: creative, jack-of-all-trades when it comes to art and performance, struggles between being unique and going along with the trends, friendly, is helpful, fights for causes that they are passionate about
Cruz and 1
#1 Love
“Painting,” Cruz answers.
“And how did you know, even back then that you always wanted to–” The reporter stumbles over his follow-up, words scattering like a deck of cards. “Wait, what? Your first love was what?”
“Painting!” Cruz repeats brightly.
“You always wanted to be… a painter?”
The reporter squints.
Cruz snorts. “No! It’s how I learned I wanted to be a racer! I never really thought about speed until I tried to paint it. You know–tire print painting, kid stuff. I remember being really little and trying to figure out how to paint a hummingbird, ‘cause they’re so small and fast. It made me think, you know?”
The reporter does not know.
But Cruz does. She still remembers her flat little bird, its utter stillness on the canvas. She remembers thinking, Speed. You are speed. And wondering, for the first time, what that really meant.
The next morning, she’s running laps in the mist, so early even the hummingbirds are still asleep.
One of my gem fusions is a Tanzanite, their components are a Zircon and a Carnelian. The Carnelian is hot-headed, proud, stubborn, kind of a sarcastic smart-aleck, but is nice, loyal, and protective to his friends. The Zircon is smart, sweet, also kind of a smart-aleck, warm and loving, but will give tough love when someone is too busy moping. Also her lawyering abilities make her quite the manipulator in some ways, but also reasonable. The Carnelian and Zircon are a couple.
Personality: Nice, is a smart-aleck, loving- but can also deliver tough love, protective/devoted, can be manipulative to get their way (this plays into their stubbornness), patience can dwindle depending on the situation, can struggle between stubbornness and being reasonable