#crystal story 2

[jacquirebriggs]

ALRIGHT! HERE IS THE STORY of why I made this. It's not a ship. Just an idea.When I first saw Virginia Maxwell, I looked up who she is and she looks like she could be Mari's missing mother.

There's another Wild Arms character named Rebecca Stressland that has all the appearances I've was thinking when creating Mari's actual mother. But she's only 16 so I can't use her.If anyone ever bothers to check out my stuff I created with Powerpoint, along with MKAAS, I love making silly skits out of the Crystal Story characters since like a few gave them love today.

I was going to create a skit for Mother's Day featuring Virginia Maxwell acting as Mari's missing mother and they and their father do the usual hangouts.  Needless to say, it has been scrapped because I could not think of any ideas. Maybe the skit could be repurposed for Father's Day? So I drew this to make it up. Not my best efforts because so much Sharpie mistakes happened that I have to edit out, but it's the best I can do.

[funny-meteor-friend]

Headcanons: D's pupils slit when he uses magic. Dragon Fire is gorgeous. D will occasionally just spontaneously make flames, sometimes without even thinking about it.

Also Bengal is there, just because I needed someone tall and easily bamboozled by magical combustion

[runningonadhd]

Still thinking about why Charles’ mates could’ve turned on him so rapidly that they had him in a lake up to his shoulders and pelting him with rocks, giving him wounds that would eventually kill him.

Still thinking about the guy Charles saved on the golf course, who he might’ve been to Charles, if it was his mates beating him up, if that was what started the dominos that eventually led to Charles’ death.

Still thinking about how all Charles ever wanted to do in life was make things better, and how the Night Nurse told him “you didn’t make it better, and then you died” but he literally helps people who have lost everything, and helps them solve their cold cases and find their way to the afterlife, proving the the Night Nurse wrong, because even in death, he always tries to make things better for everyone.

[internet-goblin]

My favorite archetype of any media has to be "Really adorable artstyle and visuals with a story that quickly becomes incredibly dark."

I'm serious. Which of these games do you think features more dead children? (The answer might surprise you!)

Which of these shows kills more of its named characters in the first season? (The answer will probably not surprise you, but it's really damn close!)

[nights-at-crystarium]

Their eccentric nature seeps into their body language as well.

[parachutingkitten]

I just binged your entire video this evening. It was amazing! I love how you broke down everything season by season and your analysis was so insightful. I know you put so much effort into it and I just want you to know you did a wonderful job!

thank you thank you thank you! It really means a lot! I'm glad the effort comes through! With the recent bombshell that was the hbomberguy plagiarism video, that's been a weirdly potent point of comparison for myself as I finished this project. Not to say I'm anywhere near that level, but it's a similar length video with a topic sure to get a number of people angry with you. It proved to me that loads of people are willing to watch long form stuff, but also I was seriously questioning whether my video quality would be a barrier to that long watch time because I know I don't have that production value.

Anyway- that is to say, I really do appreciate the positive feedback. I'm so glad my analysis could be enjoyable to watch!

[dany36]

Oh is this why DD2’s main story not being as fleshed out didn’t bother me as much as it should have??

[smileyfacemojisworld]

Credits To @puppiesandnightlock for the idea❤️

THANK YOU SO MUCH @puppiesandnightlock for the Sing 2 Christmas one shot idea(storyline, honestly)

Chapter 1

Buster Moon's POV:

I got out of bed and grudgingly trudged down from my little staircase made of books to open the windows. Bright sunlight blinded me along with an icy chill of.. Wait, is that? I forced my eyes open and squinted, rubbing my eyes ferociously. A gorgeously shaped snowflake landed gracefully on the window plate, as I admired it with awe, I looked down and noticed the rooftops of the houses in the city were aesthetically coated with a thick layer of seemingly fluffy snow. My little mouth dropped in astonishment of the breathtaking sight. It rarely snowed in Calatonia, making it almost a lifetime opportunity to see the city with snow. I was just mindlessly gazing out my window when suddenly the door was kicked open and in came in Porsha, who I recently invited to stay at New Moon theatre. (I'm using New Moon Theatre since we don't know exactly how Majestic looks like, other than the stage.) Porsha rushed frantically to me and gave me a body-crushing hug, while ecstatically squealing, "Merry Christmas Mister Moon! I've invited the everyone to the theatre, Rosita, Norman and all 25 of her kids are coming, oh and don't worry about them, I already went Christmas shopping yesterday, got each and everyone who is coming gifts, ooh guess what I got for Ash, you'll never guess!" My head was spinning, I was clearly dumbfounded, but before I could even mumble a single word in, Porsha started rambling again, "I got her a new guitar case, she's gonna love it, I can already tell! I spent so long trying to decorate it in her style, we two have such different taste, I bought I bunch of stickers from her favourite store to DIY it, and it turned out perfectly, I got Rosita and Norman one of the very best nannies to look after their kids for as long as they like so Rosita won't have to worry and Norman can finally concentrate on work, I'm gonna take the kids to a huge toy store and get them whatever they want, since I don't know all of their likings, Gunter a karaoke system, got Johnny a portable keyboard and sheet music, for Meena I got her new baking stuff and recipes, Miss Crawly loads of new dresses and wigs for her to dress up with, AirPods for Nooshy so she can street dance without having to always lug that bulky radio around, I got Clay a new guitar, since his is, like, 15 years old, Alphonso merchandise for his business and for you I got, oh whoops I almost spilled the surprise!" Porsha covered her mouth with her hand/paw (???) and snickered, "You'll never guess what it is! But don't tell anyone about their gifts, alright?" she warned. I blinked, flustered with all the new information processing through my tiny brain(smol). "Hello?

You there? Come one, we have to decorate the theatre, thank goodness I was reassured by Rosita, who's gonna bring breakfast, we already have so much to do! Now let's go!" Porsha stopped waving her hand in my face and strutted out. I reluctantly followed her out, stretching my arms and yawning groggily, tossing my perfectly pre-planned outfit on, which consisted of my regular snow-white(®) button down shirt, a dark blue suit jacket with matching pants along with a black belt. I lost the bow tie and put on a tie which didn't exactly suit my style, but looked definitely like the explanation of 'Christmas' It was red and green striped, with several, small, Christmas elements around it. I kicked my chocolate brown shoes on and dashed off to find Porsha, who was humping a box of old Christmas decorations, along with a newly, store-bought bag of Christmas decorations, which she willingly offered to get. We emptied the box and bag to find a Christmas tree slightly taller than Porsha, numerous baubles and colourful fairy lights, a glittery golden star, miniature bells that ring a delightfully pleasant tune to hang up on the tree, collectable reindeer, scented candles that smelled pleasingly of peppermint, stockings, decorated wreaths, ornamental angels and fairly expensive snow globes. I lighted up the scented candles and placed them all over the theatre, arranged the ornaments of reindeer, angels and snow globes immaculately and decorated the bottom part of the Christmas tree, while Porsha had to set up the tree, decorate the upper half, hang the fairy lights on and through the ceiling and got the opportunity to position the star. I wiped a drop of perspiration off my sweaty forehead and panted, that was certainly a lot of work, but we got it done just in time! I looked up at Porsha and grinned from ear to ear, thanking her profusely for her help.

Porsha's POV:

Oh, my gosh, today is Christmas! It's the most, wonderful time, of the year! I stayed up all night wrapping all my gifts, I'm exhausted and ecstatic all at the same time! I must say, I think I overdid myself on the presents, but after all, AM earning my own money, now that Buster got me a job here at New Moon Theatre AND I was invited to stay here. I got ready in a blink of an eye, wearing my white cropped top, neon blue puffy jacket, midnight blue ripped jeans and my. ankle length brown uggs. I thought the outfit looked gloomy so I threw on some colourful neon jewellery and stormed off to Buster's room to wake him up. I just noticed the absolute beauty of the snow through his window, it was gorgeous! He and I got ready for the crew's arrival, I seriously can't wait for them to get here! 

I planned out a perfect day! First, I pleased Rosita to get us all our favourite breakfast for each of us, who gave in after one request, she's the best! I regret being so rude to her... 

My favourite breakfast is french toast and a milkshake with extra whipped cream, Buster's is toasted PB&J sandwiches with milk, Miss Crawly's is toast and tea, Ash's is fruit tarts and lemonade, Gunter's is pancakes with fruit, Johnny's is avocado toast with tea (being British don't mind me), Rosita's and Norman's is coffee, the kids all have different tastes, but they like reallyyy sugary stuff, Nooshy's is- hold on I don't think she eats breakfast, does she? 😃🤔 I texted her she sent me:

GirlieOnFire(Porsha): Heyyyyy

IllegallyDancing(nooshy): hiiiiiii what's up

GirlieOnFire: do you eat breakfast?

IllegallyDancing: no course I don't that's for WEaK pEoPIE🤭🥰

GirlieOnFire: well you really should it's not gUd FoR yA🤓👆

IllegallyDancing: yes I eat breakfast

👁️👄👁️

GirlieOnFire: well you should've just SAID SOO🤨

Illegally Dancing: why am I friends with you

GirlieOnFire: I should be asking that, now what do you eat

IllegalyDancing: well I go to any restaurant and see if they have any food leftover in their trash, why?

GirlieOn Fire: ...

IllegallyDancing: what? 🤨

GirlieOnFire: *Venmo $200*

IllegallyDancing:😨

GirlieOnFire: now shoo and go get smth to eat

So I forgot to ask her her preference🤭 Ah well of I'm gonna guess sweet stuff, cuz she told me the first time she went into a diner was went Johnny met her

Continuing, Clay loves TEA

WITH HONEY(yeah totally for sure I asked Ash 🥰) 

So after breakfast, we're gonna walk around caroling and promoting our theatre. I'm gonna surprise Buster with the promoting and his other gift, I managed to convince one of my FAVOURITE FASHION BRAND to sponsor the theatre! I can't wait to see the look on Buster's face when I tell him!

End Of Chapter 1

I’m so sorry, it’s not me best work, I don’t have snow, so I don’t know the experience, please comment some ideas and thoughts, I take criticism very well❤️

If you’re into Jooshy, I highly recommend @puppiesandnightlock ‘s fanfiction, Breakdancing and Romancing, on Fanfiction.Net. This fanfic was the genius story that got me obsessed with fanfics in the first place🤩

[lord-squiggletits]

Man, it doesn't matter what the medium or fandom is, truly the debate that ruins fandom discussions the fastest is when people try to decide which characters "deserve" what. Especially when it comes to them deciding which characters are evil, how evil they are, and how severe their punishment should be for their evil deeds.

It's really annoying/harmful on multiple levels. For one, morally speaking, the line between "evil, but can repent/compensate for their deeds" and "evil, cannot be redeemed, suffer and die forever" is harder to define than you think, and who has the authority to define it anyways?

But also, fictional stories (especially the better, more nuanced, more mature ones) are rarely ever about "deserving" and don't divide their characters neatly between the "good" and the "evil." Every time I see fans debate about "how evil" a Problematic Fave is, or if Fave 1 is better/worse than Fave 2, all I see is people ruining their own fun and stirring up bad blood between other fans. Why would you add this dichotomy of "deserving" to a FICTIONAL story and start real life beef with people over it? At that point you're getting more invested in your discourse over imagined good/evil binaries than you are invested in watching/reading/consuming the actual story itself.

[starfiresky]

Separated at dawn

[citrus-cactus]

Trying to write a fic about Wyvern gargoyle culture is really fun and interesting, but oof, the no-names thing, in a prose-only format… can be a real struggle.

It requires one to get creative, and somewhat encourages one to keep the cast list as small as possible… but also it’s been a good exercise to give just a teensy bit of characterization and personality to some incredibly minor scene-filling OCs.

[jacquirebriggs]

Hi everyone... I think I’ll abandon this site. It’s getting really boring here, just like Deviantart. I will come back if archive.ph gets their stuff together.

[funny-meteor-friend]

*fires the autism beam*

I took a long break to get better at drawing people shapes/atmospheres almost entirely because I wanted to make better fanart.

Reblog to give her the Wheat.

[renklix]

CRYSTALIZED PART 2 SPOILERS

they’re besties your honor

i can’t help but think about this when looking at this scene

[spiritofjustice]

I like the intertwinement of intimacy and death— or intimacy and killing, I guess, in SOBR. I’ve already spoken at length about it with Beau, but my best friend and I were talking about Mimi and Vincent again and like…

Vincent, mirroring Beau, anticipating, accepting, even desiring death at the hands of a loved one. An atonement for everything he did wrong, everything he never told her because he could never bring himself to. Mimi not being in her right mind the way Vincent was— not a moment of love and of clarity, no matter how hurtful. A moment of tenderness spilled over into hate and misery, a tenderness because he’s her husband, no matter what’s happened, but it’s a tenderness turned sour. She does it because it’s him. But she doesn’t do it because she loves him. She isn’t freeing him from any curse, she is the curse.

That even after all this time Vincent leaves her to deal with it all alone, that his moment of atonement is still cold and disconnected from what she wants. A learned helplessness with his wife, an intentional disconnect he pretends isn’t there and prays she doesn’t notice. But of course she does. And this is the illogical end, the only end any of them could have because he withdrew further and further away.

It’s the most intimate moment of their marriage. A real moment of intimacy when the rest of it was smoke and mirrors, play-pretend when Vincent knew he couldn’t give anything real. It’s the first time Mimi may truly understand exactly who Vincent is deep down, and it’s too late for her to care that he never was himself with her.

[maidot]

It's been a while since I read a school AU ..... but it's fun XDDD Shaman ma boy looks beatiful and i hate math a lot ( fuck u Algebra )

I'm already wanting to ship Riki with Dazzle lol but I better wait what happens next v;

pobre Willow hazle caso pe Lina ctmreeee !!!

based in @dotahigh-au fic