#Crystal X Original

[crystal-moon-101]

Finally finished off the final alien to Crystal 10's aliens based Ben's original playlist. Welcome her celestialsapien form, Nyx!✨

[teapopp]

doodle went a lil too far gguys

[joelswritingmistress]

Camp Crystal Lake: Chapter 1

Requested by @yellowjacketsbuzzbuzz

Joel Miller x f!reader (romance/horror)

Setting: Camp Crystal Lake

The reader is taking on the position of a camp counselor at the infamous Camp Crystal Lake. While she begins to enjoy her summer, even crushing on the camp director Joel, a killer lurks in the woods unbeknownst to anyone. 

Every town in North America has a ghost story. Some are well kept secrets, and others are so notorious that the sins of those tales have spread far and wide, to every dark corner of the earth. Crystal Lake was a sterling example of such a place. It had a typical sounding name, really, for a fresh body of water in the middle of the New England woods. But the stories surrounding the area were anything but typical.

As a young child, I remember hearing his name being said on the playgrounds at school. Jason. It didn’t take me long to insert myself into conversations in an attempt to hear the details of whatever version of the story the older kids were spreading. Back then it didn’t matter if they were fact or fiction. I stayed up late, wide eyed staring at every dark corner of my bedroom after hearing tales of Jason Voorhees. Now, at 22 years old and about to enter the summer as a counselor at Camp Crystal Lake, those distant, childish memories made me grin; though when my rusty, Jeep Wrangler bounced down the uneven road past the wooden Camp Crystal Lake sign, the hairs rose just a bit on the back of my neck.

“I thought you outgrew superstition,” I said quietly to myself as a song ended on my playlist, leaving me in a few extra seconds of silence to take in the wooded surroundings.

Jason Voorhees. The name still creeped everyone out. Yes, there had been a tragedy that happened decades earlier. Jason Voorhees was real; but after several attacks on counselors and residents alike, a boy named Tommy Jarvis managed to put Jason to rest permanently.

I shuddered and reminded myself that that was decades ago. I wasn’t even alive when it all happened. And this new camp wasn’t anywhere near the original location of the attacks on that Friday the 13th back in the 80’s.

I saw a pale yellow VW Bug parked up ahead next to a blue Ford pickup truck. On the opposite side of the truck was a Bronco with about as much rust as my Jeep. I began to wonder what my coworkers would be like. Would they be my age? Younger? Older? Local? I was about to find out.

I parked in the clearing beside the VW and stared out at the lake a few hundred yards away. There was a small beach with a towering, white lifeguard stand in the center and a wooden raft floating too not far from the patch of sand. If nothing else, it would be a great summer gig with a view. The campers wouldn’t be here for several weeks and I knew getting the place ready would call for some physical labor. I never minded hands-on work, and I was sure it would give us all time to bond.

When I exited the vehicle, a breeze hit me from the water and I shuddered, despite the temperatures nearing eighty degrees on the late June afternoon. My eyes scanned the trees on all sides and I suddenly wondered where everyone was. I let farfetched ‘what-ifs’ filter through my mind for a second before smirking to myself.

Grow up, I scolded myself lightheartedly. The imaginative part of me still enjoyed the folklore, no matter how juvenile it felt.

I popped open the back of the Jeep and reached in to grab my suitcase, an oversized gym bag and a backpack that housed the majority of my clothes. I had a few stray boxes with makeup and hair products, among other toiletries, though I decided I’d come back for them later.

Again, I took in my surroundings. For some reason I half-expected to see a group of young people out-and-about in the immediate area upon arrival. The silence was beginning to hit my psyche harder than I’d like to admit, and so I stared up at an oversized cabin with wooden paneling and headed in that direction.

A hammock swung empty on a giant front porch that was littered with chairs and small tables in between. Above them hung metal lighting fixtures, some of which were swinging in the summer breeze.

And then I heard a sound I could only compare to clicking. It was like a clock, almost. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.

I set my suitcase down near the bottom step and shrugged the gym bag off my shoulder so it rested beside it, leaving my backpack on. And then I followed the sound.

Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.

What is that?

I swallowed hard as the noise grew louder. It stopped for a second and then there was a louder noise. A faint bang. And then a pause. Another bang.

What the hell is that?

I rounded the side of the two-story cabin and peeked my head around to see if I could get a glimpse of whatever, or whoever, was responsible for the sound. Visions of Jason Voorhees and his menacing hockey mask left my mind immediately when the truth revealed itself.

A muscular man in a flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled up past his elbows swung an ax, connecting with a giant log of wood. It split into two, sending little shards flying into the air. He wiped his forehead with his arm and then reached for another.

I wasn’t sure if I should tiptoe back to the front porch or interrupt him, but my mind was made up by default when he slowly turned in my direction. When he smiled beneath a mustache, I blushed and glanced at the open area of his chest where a few buttons were undone.

“Hello.” He gave a wave and wiped sweat off his forehead again before removing a pair of work gloves.

I raised my hand and swallowed hard. “Hi.”

The man approached and extended an arm in my direction. I stared down at his hand for a second before joining mine to his in a handshake. Our eyes met and I felt my eyebrows raise unwillingly.

“I’m Joel Miller,” he introduced himself, slightly out of breath. “I did the phone interview with you back in March and a second one in April. (Y/N), right?”

“Yeah.” I nodded and cleared my throat with a smile.

“I’m the camp director,” he informed me with a nod.

“Nice to meet you.” My hand was still in his and finally they parted.

Joel nodded in agreement. “I’m just finishing up here. I think we have one more person to arrive today before the rest come in the middle of the week. You can get yourself settled in whatever room is still available and I’ll be in in a few minutes.”

“Okay.” I nodded, “Thank you.”

“Thank you.”

When he smiled again I might as well have turned to stone. Who knew my boss for the summer would be such a.. hunk.

Well shit. It’s thirty seconds into the summer and I’m already crushing on my boss. I added, what a lovely predicament.

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@cattt777 @gissellec1

[glitteringstardust]

💜 💙 💜 | 💙 💜 💙 | 💜 💙 💜

vil x idia stimboard

[mutatedleemon]

Omg an actual reference for Crystal wow

( @sonic-fankid-showdown hi hello again it’s me)

[dumb-zombie-girl]

This is Bailey he's my kid dead boy detective oc

He's a ghost

He died When he was 14

His birthday 4/15/2010

His death date 4/15/2024

His friends are: Charles, Edwin, vixen ( my vampire oc), crystal, Niko, Monty, cat King and jenny

He has a small crush on monty, Edwin and cat King

How he died: he was beaten and then stabbed to death by his mom

( TW: CHILD ABUSE, CHILD DEATH AND STABBING)

Backstory: Bailey was just getting ready for his birthday party when his mom burst into his room and started beating him she pusheded him to the floor and when Bailey tried to protect his stomach she kicked him in the face and wouldn't stop until he almost passed out then when she stopped he tried to get up and run away but before he could his mom stabbed him in the back with a broken glass bottle after she stabbed him a couple times he passed out when he woke up he noticed that the house was quiet and so he walked downstairs and looked for his family when he couldn't find them he walked outside he was walking down the streets when he accidentally ran into someone and that's when he met Edwin Payne and Charles Rowland then a few months later they met Crystal ( that's when the events of the show start)

[nights-at-crystarium]

They could and would switch, these expressions are just so perfect for Vivi, putting him right in his element :>

[zzcorpserosezz]

I'm sick, and what happens to me, happens to Crystal.

[the-moons-ace-card]

So I have a new OC in the works for Hotel Transylvania of all things, but I don't really have many people to rant to about him, so I'm just gonna info dump about him here

It all started when I heard a rumor that Griffin was originally gonna be queer coded, but the creators ended up being cowards and that's how he ended up with Crystal at the end of the second movie. Don't get me wrong, Crystal's a queen, but Griff being gay just makes so much sense to me. He literally called Drac "irresistible" and was the only one without a gf in the first movie

IDC what anyone says, in my mind, he and Crystal only "zinged" for benefits and they're mlm and wlw solidarity. They're only "dating" until they find their true zings.

Anyway, I heard that and went "Dang, that's TWICE now my boy got robbed!" so I'm gonna give him the bf he deserves (maybe I'll make a gf for Crystal, too, who knows)

I haven't drawn him YET (he's in progress) but his name is Cyrus and he's a phoenix. He looks mostly human, but he also has red and gold wings, and markings on his face and shoulders. He can regenerate from ashes when he dies, his tears can heal any injury, and he's a firebender. He can also shapeshift and take the form of a giant red and gold bird. He's pretty quiet, reserved, and doesn't trust easy.

Like other monsters, Cyrus was feared by humans. But unlike other monsters, humans hunted him down for a different reason - his tears. Since his tears are like the ultimate ointment, people wanted to get their hands on them for either themselves, or to make money off of them. Cyrus had been caught many times, either straight up, or lulled into a false sense of security and got backstabbed. Each time, he went through intense levels of agony, anything that would get him to spill tears. But he always managed to escape.

It didn't take long for him to become distrusting of everyone he meets.

When Cyrus heard that humans and monsters got along again, he wanted nothing to do with it. Sure, humans may no longer be afraid of him, but what could be done to change that he was still wanted for selfish reasons?

When he first came into the hotel looking for a break from it all, Griffin zinged first since he spotted him from afar.

When Cyrus first interacted with Griffin, he was taken aback by the personality brighter than his flames. He knew Griffin was basically just an invisible human, but he knew off the bat that something about him was different. In that moment, the zing became mutual, but Cyrus didn't know it yet.

Griffin knew, though, and he immediately ran to tell Crystal the first chance he got. She was super excited for him.

From there, the romance blossomed in the form of a slow burn. Cyrus cautiously took his time to build up the trust and courage to feel completely safe and relaxed around Griffin and Griffin was super patient with him. When Cyrus finally did feel comfortable, he also embraced his loving feelings and then the ship set sail

And that's all I have to share for now. Any feedback or ideas would be appreciated!!

[bliplitz]

Labyrinth Oc doodles ~⭐️

Magma leoc doodles <3 playing w her like a fashion doll.

Nudity under the cut

not nsfw!— just boobz !!!! boobz r not sex!!! just boobz, promise !

[nintooner]

By pure coincidence, I just so happened to check in on my copy of Y on X and Y's tenth anniversary 😭

Happy 10 years, X and Y 🎉🎉🎉

[bunsuuu]

[Trip to Flora]

"As the pair made their way through the numerous halls of the Flora palace, wandering eyes could not help but stare. From the members of the court to war chiefs, all confused about two things; why was Evelyn back only now after very sudden disappearance and who was the stranger walking by her side."

* * *

I did some lore stuff- I actually had to somewhat remake Jak's outfit because he needed to fit in. If the people of Flora learned that he came from the surface, everyone would absolutely panic.

This is still ship stuff which is why Daxter nor Red aren't there. I do wanna draw more of Flora's map and key places so I will include them later though.

* * *

✨️ Reminder that Evelyn's ask box is still opened and will be for a while, feel free to ask anything 🩷 ✨️

[crystalrobot13]

Soo.... in the last year or so, I've given Crystal (aka Fangirl) her own Mpreg husbando! His name is Trevor <3 Het-Mpreg needs love too, ya know! (though Crystal's actually bi)

[joelswritingmistress]

Camp Crystal Lake: Chapter 2

Requested by @yellowjacketsbuzzbuzz

Joel Miller x f!reader (romance/horror)

Setting: Camp Crystal Lake

The reader is taking on the position of a camp counselor at the infamous Camp Crystal Lake. While she begins to enjoy her summer, even crushing on the camp director Joel, a killer lurks in the woods unbeknownst to anyone. 

I made my way back around to the front of the cabin to find a young man and woman of about my age on the porch. He was a muscular, shaggy-haired blond guy sporting a hat and she had a head of bouncy curls and wore a big smile as she looked at him. The two of them, arm-in-arm, noticed me right away.

“Hey!” The girl gave a friendly hello.

“Hi.” I smiled and waved back, retrieving my suitcase first before reaching for the gym bag.

“Jeff, go help her!”

“Oh, sure. Yeah.” The blond guy, Jeff, hurried down the set of steps.

“Oh, it’s fine,” I assured him, but he heaved the bag up over his shoulder before I could resist the help. “Thanks.”

“No problem.”

“I’m (Y/N),” I introduced myself, waving at the couple as I walked side-by-side with Jeff up onto the porch.

“Sandra,” the girl held out a hand and I shook it. “This is my boyfriend, Jeff.”

“Hi.” He nodded, still holding my bag. It looked light as a feather on his arm.

“Thanks for carrying that, you don’t have to,” I assured him.

“Come on.” Sandra waved me into the cabin, “There’s a pretty decent room upstairs,” she explained. “I can show you if you’d like.”

I nodded, “Sure. Yeah. That’d be great.”

Sandra patted Jeff on the butt of his jeans, making him turn and smirk at her. “Second floor, tough guy.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he responded, rolling his eyes with a lopsided smirk.

I snickered to myself at their interaction but ultimately followed them up the staircase, taking in the collection of faces that lingered in the open living room area.

“This is (Y/N),” Sandra announced as the three of us clunked our way up the wooden stairs, “We’ll be right back.”

The cabin was more spacious than it looked. I passed the loft area at the top of the stairs and took a short, rustic hallway down past a pair of bedrooms. In one of them was a pair of bunkbeds. In another were two twin beds side by side.

“Those two have been claimed,” Sandra informed me.

“That’s fine,” I said, “I’m not super picky.”

She nodded toward a room at the far end of the hall, “That’s Joel’s room, the director.”

Jeff made a face, “Not trying to share a wall with the boss man.”

Sandra laughed, “We took this room.” She used her thumb to motion to a closed door, “But once the kids come we alternate bunking in the main cabins with them every other night.”

“We better get the same nights off,” Jeff remarked, making her smirk at him.

“What rooms are available?” I asked.

“These two,” Sandra said, motioning to the two doors closest to Joel’s, on the left and right. I pushed one door open, seeing another set of bunk beds and a twin on the opposite wall. The other had a set of twins.

“I don’t mind roommates,” I claimed. After spending four years at a university, it didn’t bother me. I enjoyed being around people. “I might take the bottom bunk over here.”

“Not the top?” Sandra asked with a laugh.

“I know, I’m weird.” I laughed with her, “I always preferred the bottom. It always had a little extra room.”

“That’s true.” She motioned, “Jeff, to the right.”

“Yes ma’am.” He slugged my bag into the room I chose and tossed the bag onto the bottom bunk. “There ya go.”

“Thank you,” I said, “For helping me bring my stuff up.”

Jeff flexed, “The beach is that way.” He pointed with his finger, making both Sandra and I laugh.

“He’s a meat-head,” she claimed, rolling her eyes.

“I’m good for something.”

“Thank you,” I repeated, “Really.”

“Want to come meet everyone?” Sandra asked, “I know more are coming but the people we’ve met so far are nice.”

“Yeah.” I nodded eagerly and then couldn’t help but add, “Joel seems.. cool.”

“Hot, right?” Sandra asked.

I glanced up at Jeff, who just laughed. And so I responded, “Sorta, yeah.” The two of us laughed and I could see Jeff was comfortable enough in the relationship to give a nonchalant eye roll.

“He’s like forty, calm down,” he joked.

“Jealous?” Sandra asked.

“Ehh..” Jeff shrugged and then scooped her up off her feet, making her giggle and give him a quick kiss. “Just a little.”

“Aww.” She continued to laugh and they linked hands as they made their way down the staircase a step ahead of me. I’m not going to lie, I liked them already. They didn’t seem like one of those annoying couples that fought all the time or who was too lovey dovey. My first impression of Jeff and Sandra was that we could end up getting along quite well. I already enjoyed their lighthearted goofiness.

I glanced at the front door as it swung open as we neared the bottom of the staircase. It was Joel.

“Hey boss,” Jeff greeted with another lopsided grin. He adjusted his hat and leaned an elbow on the banister.

“Can I propose a first informal meeting?” Joel asked, glancing around the room, finding my gaze last.

I nodded and followed to where people naturally gathered on the couches around an unlit fireplace topped with a television. There was a tall, lanky red-headed guy who was goofing around with a dark-haired guy with wavy hair and blue eyes. I heard one of them address another girl of about my age as Teri. She looked like a model with hair just below her ears and, what I would consider, a perfect physique. She held a little white dog under one arm.and sat beside a short, dark-haired girl on the couch.

“Hi, I’m Mark,” another guy wheeled over in a wheelchair wearing a red football style jersey.

I introduced myself and exchanged a handshake. “Nice to meet you.”

“Alright guys.” Joel’s voice snapped me back to reality and I found a seat in a chair beside Mark. “I know everyone is getting settled and some of you had long drives, so I’m not going to put you up to too much today. Tomorrow we’ll get a little more serious. There’s a lot of painting to be done, we definitely have to straighten up the dining hall and when Annie arrives she’ll take the lead on what she wants done in the kitchen.”

“Who’s Annie?” Jeff asked.

“She’s going to be our lead cook,” Joel informed us.

“Does she get here tonight or are we ordering pizzas?” The redhead asked, making everyone laugh.

“You guys didn’t pack peanut butter and jelly to make in your rooms?” Joel joked. He smiled wide just after, “For ttonight, since there’s only a handful of us here for a little while, I bought a bunch of hamburgers and hotdogs. I figured we could have a little barbecue, maybe get a fire going-”

“Tell ghost stories?” Mark asked, again making everyone laugh.

“Sure,” Joel said with a shrug.

“The legend of Jason,” Jeff added, “I think everyone knows that one.”

“Did you get stuff for s'mores?” Sandra asked Joel.

He raised his eyebrows, “Actually.. I did.”

The small crowd cheered and Joel laughed.

“Okay, okay,” he waved his hands to settle everyone down.

“Can, uh.. Since, like, the kids aren’t here yet,” Jeff began but Joel cut him off.

“You want to know if you can drink,” he assumed.

“We’re all over 21.” Jeff looked around, “Right?” Everyone began to nod.

“I’m the old goat at 25,” Mark joked.

“24, I’m right behind you,” the girl sitting next to Teri told him with a wink.

“When the campers arrive, there is a zero tolerance policy on alcohol,” Joel explained, “But..”

“But..” Jeff said with a grin, leaning forward.

“But, in the couple of weeks before they arrive, as long as it doesn’t interfere with your work and the progress we need to make, I don’t mind if you have a drink here or there at night.”

More cheers.

Cool, I thought. But I didn’t have any booze on me.

“I’m not gonna lie, we have two thirty packs in our trunk,” Jeff explained, making a face, “You know, just in case.”

“So, just to clarify,” the red head asked, “Is the rest of the day a freebie? Like barbecue, swimming, getting to know each other?”

Joel gave a slow nod. “But I’m going to have jobs posted for you that will start tomorrow at noon. And then every day thereafter starting at eight o'clock in the morning. Fair?”

“Fair,” the group said collectively.

“Alright,” he said, “Well, finish getting yourselves unpacked. And then enjoy yourselves a little tonight. I know you’re giving up your entire summer for this, so work hard for me but enjoy the last few weeks of freedom.”

“What time should we BBQ?” Jeff asked.

Joel shrugged. “What do you think? Five? Six?”

People looked at one another and began to nod, exchanging glances and agreed to meet out back near the lakeside in a few hours.

I wandered back up to Joel and smiled. “Thanks for letting us ease into this.”

“I know you guys probably had a long day,” he said, “And everyone should get to know each other before we really get into it.”

“I think my ride was the shortest,” I told him with a laugh. “I’m a townie.”

“So am I.”

“Really?”

Joel nodded. “I thought the town needed to be revived a little bit. I know this place has a bad reputation, but maybe we can make a difference and rewrite the script a bit.”

“Yeah, I think that’s a good idea,” I said to him with a nod.

“You majored in child psychology?” he asked.

I smiled wide and nodded, “Yeah.”

“So, you get it then.” He shrugged, “These kids need the outdoors these days more than ever.”

“Definitely.” I nodded. “I think it’s great what you’ve organized here for the kids.”

“I hope we can at least make a little bit of a difference.”

“We will.” I nodded to him. His smile back at me made me blush.

The two girls from the couch came to introduce themselves and Joel gave a little wave as he made his way to Sandra and Jeff.

“I’m Vickie,” said the shorter of the two.

“Teri,” said the other.

“I’m (Y/N/),” I said back, attempting to make small talk with my fellow co-workers.

I then met Ted, the redheaded guy, and Scott the dark-haired guy. It wasn’t long before we were helping Jeff cart the beer down toward the wooded beach area, where we met Joel who supplied most of the food.

“If only Annie were here,” Ted teased, once we were all gathered ready to eat, drink and be merry as the sun began to set.

“We need some firewood,” Mark claimed, staring at the empty pit inside the circle of bricks at the woods’ edge.

“Oh, I got it,” I said at the same time that Joel said he’d take care of it. We looked at one another and shared a little laugh. “We can carry twice as much between the two of us.”

Joel smirked and nodded. “Come on. Safety in numbers, right?”

I joined him on the short walk toward the cabin where he’d been chopping wood earlier.

Jeff shouted to us as we wandered up a short path away from the beach.“Beware of Jason!”

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@gissellec1 @cattt777 @mellymbee @armybts20137 @yellowjacketsbuzzbuzz

[estrellita-wrights]

UNDER A STARRY SKY

-> TW: Flames, mention of fire, graphic description of human catching fire

-> "The Bonds that Tie Us" (Modern AU)

-> tags: shy boy x outgoing girl, childhood friends to lovers, confession, fluffy romance, unrequited love, angst no comfort

-> A/N: The main character's name is Phillipines. There is a country named Philippines. This might be weird to read if you live in the Philippines. My deepest apologies.

Philippines lied on his bed, exhausted. It was another unsuccessful day of trying (and failing) to confess to his long-time crush and best friend, Crystal. For goodness sake, it was the 4th time this month he had messed this up.

Phillipines sighed. He had only himself to blame, after all. The atmosphere was perfect, and he made sure no one would come and disturb them. (Thank you, Aqua. But I have failed you.) In the end, he got cold feet. Everything was perfect. Only his cowardice kept Crystal from knowing how deep his love for her truly ran.

There was a loud knock on the door. No, it was a series of knocks. A familiar rhythm, probably a Disney song. Phillipines heart raced. He knew only one person who does that in this house. Phillipines ran to the door, almost tripping on his own two feet. He fumbled with the doorknob, his mind urging him to open it faster.

The door clicked, and then finally, Crystal.

Crystal's beautiful sun-stone eyes always had a way to put Phillipines in a trance. Her lovely rose-dyed hair was not in a high ponytail or a fancy braid today. Today, it ran loose, cascading down her back like a waterfall. Even so, she still had a little hair accessory. A very colorful unicorn hairclip that kept her bangs from covering her eyes. Yet, even so, she fiddled with her hair, faux-tucking it behind her ear. 'Was she nervous', he wondered.

If Crystal was nervous, Phillipines was doubly so. Phillipines had never seen the bubbly girl so quiet, so nervous. "Are you alright", he asked, holding her hand. Crystal nodded slowly, giving him an awkward smile. She asked him to go with her to their secret place. "Hey", she said, in a quiet voice, "Let's go to the place." Phillipines agreed, though he was still a little worried about her. (He got blushy later on when he realised he held her hand).

~~~

Phillipines pointed at the sky. "That one over there is Orion, the hunter." Crystal's face was scrunched up, eyeing the sky with intensity. Suddenly, she stood up with a jolt, shouting "I know that one! It's the Little Dipper, right?" She looked at him expectantly, like a little kid wanting to be praised for scoring an A+ on math. Unfortunately, all she got was a pat on the head and a look of pity. "Close," he said, an undeniable softness in his eyes. "It's the Big Dipper, which is inside the constellation Ursa Major."

5 minutes of peaceful silence ensued. Followed by a nerve-wracking 10. Why isn't she speaking? For goodness sake, he hasn't lifted his hand from her hair. He's touched her for far too long. Is she uncomfortable? Did he make her uncomfortable? Her hair was so soft. A flurry of thoughts zoomed into Phillipines mind, causing him to nearly short-circuit.

A minute in, and Phillipines regained his bearings. He must withdraw his hand, and quickly, before Crystal gets the chance to ask him a question he would rather not answer. She looked so beautiful, basking under the starry glow of the night sky, smiling at him. Phillipines forced himself to look away, tearing his eyes of her own ruby orbs, for he knew he would not be able to let go of her otherwise.

Yet Crystal brought his hand down to her cheek, and snuggled into it. She looked into his pale turquoise eyes, and whispered to him.

"I love you."

Phillipines was silent. You could almost see how the little gears in his head turned, processing the information. Crystal confessed to him. Crystal, his best friend for nearly a decade, had confessed to him. Crystal, whom he had held unrequited feelings for 5 years; his dearest friend, his most beloved person. That Crystal confessed to him. He couldn't believe it. Was this really happening?

She smiled at him so softly. It was real, and he knew it. Phillipines heart felt like it was about to burst. A beautiful blush made its home in his cheeks. In a small voice and with the sweetest smile, Phillipines said what his heart had been begging to say since the beginning. "I love you too, Crystal."

~~~

This was a wonderful date", Crystal whispered, squeezing Phillipines's hand. The newly-formed couple were already holding hands, their backs leaning on the old oak tree. Phillipines fiddled with the grass next to him. "If only I knew it was a date", he said, "Then I could've brought you some flowers." (2 hours before, Phillipines had prepared a bundle of beautiful pink poppies, which were Crystal's favorite flower. Unfortunately, he chickened out.)

Crystal looked at Phillipines as if he was a little silly-billy who couldn't see what was truly important to her. She plucked a wildflower from the ground, and placed it behind his ear. Philippines blushed. "Don't worry", she said. "I prefer this one." She smiled at him cheekily, giving him a little wink. Phillipines wondered whether his heartbeat was audible, seeing how loud it was beating. He couldn't stop the blush dusting his cheeks, nor the dopey smile plastered on his face. A feeling of contentment washed over the couple, along with an awful smell. Something was burning.

The smell of smoke attacked his nostrils. Phillipines looked up, and behold, a cloud of smoke covered the sky, thick and dark. "Fire".

The ground was covered with weeds of all sorts, flammable. It was only a matter of time before the grass catches fire. Phillipines's pulled Crystal's arm, and ran as quickly as his non-athletic body could. A terrifying scream stopped Phillipines's in his tracks. Crystal let out a pain-filled wail as fire consumed her whole. Phillipines watched as the flames consumed her skin, unable to do anything except listen to her screams (The nearest water supply was miles away).

Phillipines woke up in his bedroom, his back drenched in cold sweat. It was all a dream. Phillipines breathed in a sigh of relief...and smoke invaded his nostrils. Looking up, he saw an unwanted amount of dark fog, covering the ceiling.

Immediately alert, Phillipines crawled out of his bed, into the hallway, and down to where they keep the fire extinguisher. The kitchen was in flames, two of his roommates were screaming, and everything was in chaos. Just a regular saturday morning.

Phillipines pulled Crystal out of the way (along with the bucket of water she was about to pour on the flaming electric stove), and used the extinguisher to put out the flames. He turned off the stove with his trusty oven mitts, and gave Crystal instructions on how to use the other fire extinguisher.

Through their combined efforts, and Phillipines's leadership skills, the kitchen fire did not reach any other room. Aqua, who was too busy saving his romance novels to put out the flames (even though the books were safe in his room and had he focused on putting out the tiny fire in the kitchen 30 minutes ago, wouldn't even be harmed), is now cheering Phillipines for "saving our lives". At that very moment, the fourth and final roommate, Kalachuchi ("The Terrifying") entered the room. Upon seeing the mess her roommmates had caused, mumbled something about only being gone for 10 minutes.

A couple of moments later, the gang was seated in the living room, eating pizza Aqua ordered. Crystal's "beautiful fried rice" was deemed unedible by the majority and forcibly thrown out of the window by Aqua, even though both Kalachuchi and Phillipines were willing to eat that horrible charcoaled monstrosity. Suffice to say, it was still chaotic, but much more preferable compared to a kitchen on fire.

Crystal was currently bragging about the beautiful poppies Aqua had supposedly given to her, her smile as bright as the sun. Apparently, she had caught him placing it on her windowsill late at night. If Crystal was the sun, then Aqua would've been an abandoned underground mineshaft which was flooded in 1991. The boy had only wanted to help his best friend out (and get rid of the clingy girl who kept invading his personal space and looked at him with googoo eyes yuck). Unfortunately, Crystal had no idea what his intentions are, and interpreted it as she wished, no matter how much he protested. To be fair, he looked very dashing from her windowsill.

Ah yes, Phillipines was withering from the attention Crystal was giving to Aqua. Logically, he knew it was just a dream, but that didn't stop the pit forming in his stomach. Seeing Crystal's arms around Aqua (as Aqua screamed for help) gave Phillipines's unwanted feelings. Nevertheless, his conscience won out, and he moved to free the boy when...

Kalachuchi placed a hand on his shoulder (gentle yet firm, as she always was), asking him if he was alright. Was he that obvious? Phillipines gave her a wry smile and nodded. He moved to "save Aqua from the dragon", shrugging off Kalachuchi's hand and her concern.

[cold-neon-ocean]

I love your work and creativity on power couple Baatar Jr and kuvira but when will we get more of THE power couple Corvus Glaive and Proxima Midnight ?

Aaaahh thank you I'm glad you enjoy my Baatar and Kuvira stuff!! I know they're quite niche so it makes me happy to hear people like my work with them ;;

But gah yeah it has been a while since my Corvus and Proxima days, I actually miss those two a lot ;; I had a TON of content for them, a lot of it still in my folders tbh I just definitely got distracted by LoK :'D also my fire for Marvel has pretty much gone out, I haven't really been vibing with Phase 4 so my brain has just kinda moved on~ I still really love my old Marvel favs, like Ronan and Crystal as they were so important to me for so long, and of course Corvus and Proxima too, so even though I'm really not in the Marvel space anymore, I'd really love to revisit those characters sometime, especially since my art for humans/humanoid characters has improved a lot since then!

While writing this I was looking through my Corvus/Proxima folders on my computer and phone and gosh yeah there's a lot of content I never got around to finishing/posting- both art and fics ;; I had a lot of extensive stuff about my version of Proxima's species, my redesigns of everyone, as well as everyone's time before The Order came about, and especially the development of Corv and Prox's relationship. Hopefully one day I can get back to it all!

I did find this old wip in my folder as well, I still like where it's going so I'll definitely have to bring this back sometime lol I always loved the idea of Corvus' scrawny lizard ass just getting fucking Hoisted by his giant wife