#Crystal Oc

[celestite-caroline]

finally gave these guys some proper designs!! look at em!

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Isn’t Gemily so radiant to look at? I know she definitely is!

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Find the Word Tag

tagged by @willtheweaver to find the words voice, book, speak, and story! thank!

from The Black & Blues:

voice:

“Oh, Meara.” The heartbreak is evident in [Crystal's] voice. “Meara. There’s nothing wrong with you. It’s the rest of the world that’s fucked.”

book:

You have work to do. Essays to write and books to read and math to solve. But your guitar, on its stand by our bed, is calling out to you, and, you know what, just taking a thirty minute break to play should be fine. You haven’t had much of a chance since you got here.

speak:

[Jaisyn] sits down with you. Sara is the first to speak. “I’m in a relationship with two of the men in the band. All three of us are aroace,” she says bluntly. “So if that’s a problem, we’ll find someone else.” Morgan nearly drops his drink. You both whirl toward him and Sara says, “Is that a problem for you, Morgan?”

story:

You sleep on and off during the night, but you have to go to work tomorrow night, so you need to sleep when you get home from your appointment, too. You’re up for good at about 1:00am, so your grab a handful of short story zines and set up with your boom box in the living room so you won’t wake Danny. You press play and let whatever’s already in there do it’s thing.

tagging @bronzebookwyrm @dyrewrites @ibuprofen-exe @revenantlore @oh-no-another-idea to look in your writing docs and find the words water, fire, burn, bright, and shiny!

[thepiratefish]

I'm about to go to bed, but I am going to post QSMP Screencaps I found and redrew as my Ocs first

Templates

[virgilnolwen]

I usually do more OC stuff than fan-art, so here’s a few of them ! (expect a lot of blues and purples lmao)

The last two are the same character, Rune !

[mel-the-pirate-writeblr]

Lost Control (M(T)PJ: Ditto Defect)

Winter Whumperland 2022 Day 12 // Whumpcember 2022 Day 12

Whumperland Prompt Masterlist

Day 12 Prompt: The Nutcracker: Forced to Perform | Animal Attack | Forced Transformation | Comfort: Favorite Holiday Movies.

Whumpcember Prompt Masterlist

Day 12 Prompt: Broken Bone

Word Count: ~750 words

This is a part of a personal Pokémon Fanfiction series, My (Twisted) Pokémon Journey, and is looking at a part of a story that I haven't gotten to or put out there yet, but I have MANY ideas for, called Ditto Defect. This specific story is set in Unova with Team Plasma as the antagonists, though I have a nice little OC antagonist so I don't have to struggle with too many canon characters.

My (Twisted) Pokémon Journey Masterlist

This short bit is specifically about the main POV character, Crystal, struggling with a transformation ability and it breaking down as she uses it, fighting one her her tormentor’s Pokémon. Enjoy!

🙞 🙟 🙝 🙜

Sebastian stalked into the observation lab early today. He had a Krookodile that walked beside him when they stood outside my containment chamber. "We'll be doing another observation test today. I do enjoy the data we can glean from your battles. N said you were a very accomplished trainer, after all, and our records show your early success in the Youth Indigo League. How much do you remember without your precious PokéDex? How many Pokémon, how many moves?"

I remained in my human form, determined to keep it for as long as I could. I couldn't risk being stuck in a Pokémon form, and I didn't trust that I would be able to use Transform successfully. My control over it was deteriorating rapidly, and it took an increasing amount of energy to even initiate Transform in the first place. 

The Krookodile sauntered in. I could sense the excitement to battle from it. This time, there would be no guilt – this was Sebastian's own Pokémon, I knew that much. This wasn't stolen or abused, like the Liepard.

"I'll leave you to it, Krookodile."

The Krookodile smiled maliciously at me. 

Without warning, he swiped at me, his claws glowing purple. Dragon Claw, I recognized. I only just got out of the way in time, but the follow-up Dragon Tail caught me off-guard, and it slammed hard into my side – knocking the air out of me, but I wasn't sure if that was all, or if my ribs— Can't think about that now, I thought, pushing the thought aside. Pain is an indicator. Nothing more. I hastily breathed a Flamethrower in the Krookodile's direction on instinct.

I thought of Ninetales, thanks to Hex, and their ability to curse – the legends I heard as I grew up. Will-O-Wisp, I thought, conjuring the cursed purple tongues of flame and sending them toward the Krookodile. 

Belatedly, I remembered that the Krookdile was a ground-type. I need water!

The Krookodile struck before I could adapt. I had enough time to recognize the attack, and try and defend against it – Crunch, against my raised arm. Luxray used this often enough for me to know it well. I didn't have time, I couldn't do anything so fast – crunch, right on my arm.

The pain was similar to the pain of using Transform, but it wasn't resolving into anything. I heard myself scream in pain – the Krookodile's jaws must have broken my arm.

In the haze, my yell turned into a roar, and the rest of my body started to burn. Ninetales, I had the brief clarity to think. Mid-Transform, I used Iron Tail as I gained the nine tails, slamming each tail down sequentially onto the Krookodile. I landed hard, unable to use one of my front legs – even though Transform, it stayed broken. With my whole body hurting, I forced out a Hydro Pump directly at the stunned Krookodile. He finally fainted, to my relief.

I struggled to my feet, holding up my broken leg. I didn't want to Transform. I don't have enough energy to use it again, especially not with this leg. Can I heal it with my ability?

Sebastian approached the door, and I snarled at him, fire licking at my teeth. His sickeningly satisfied expression only fueled my fury.

"What a lovely performance," he mocked. "I think we're starting to make good progress. I did note that you tried halting your transformation. Everything will be faithfully recorded."

As futile as I knew it would be, I blasted the door with Flamethrower. I did get the satisfaction of Sebastian flinching back, though I did little or even no damage otherwise.

"Do you want to use my Krookodile for something else, or may I take him back?"

As if you need my permission. If you wanted him, you'd find a way to take him. I just continued baring my fangs.

"I'd like to take him to heal. You wouldn't keep a Pokémon in pain, for how they were raised?"

As if they aren't sentient in their own right!

"We can just sedate you. It's really no skin off my teeth."

I huffed out a small plume of fire, and went to lay in the farthest corner, where my bed was. I didn't lay on it, but faced away from the door. I heard it open, heard the Pokéball returning Krookodile, and heard the door lock again.

"You'll lose this battle, girl," Sebastion promised me. "You'll become what you were always mean to be: a weapon. You made that choice. It's not our fault you did – but it's our goal to make sure you're useful in the process of Team Plasma taking over Unova."

[frozenandhandsome-archive]

Open Starter

open to M/F

Context: Crystal is doing her best to handle living a normal life, so she decided to go to college but it’s really taking it out of her to keep on top of college work load alongside living with being the daughter of an Avenger. She went out to a fresher’s party the night before and has now completely forgotten about a test they are doing today in class. Your muse can be a fellow student or other.

“Ugh! That’s today?” Crystal grumbled flopping her head back into the pillow, clearly not in the mood for anything requiring brain power. It was a good thing she couldn’t get hangovers because that would be icing on top of the cake, but at least then she’d have a better excuse if she did.

[billfrancois]

Last night I dreamt that a Legends Celebi game was announced, and in the footage there was a Johtonian Lombre evolution that the player could climb on top of to cross rivers~

[ineedhjalp]

*cradles fictional character’s face in my hands* *gently kisses their forehead* i’m going to make you wish you were never born

[blackkatdraws2]

The narrator and the ugly ahh protagonist [Blank Scripts AU/non-canonical]

[spookberry]

magical embodiment of sapphic homoerotic friendships gives you magical girl powers, what do you do?

[celestite-caroline]

went a little different this time and I drew some mutuals' OCs (namely @cyzebra26 's kelpies and my boyfriend's Virion) interacting with some of mine :D

[samijen]

silly lil kitties

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Seven Snippets, Seven People

tagged by @kaiusvnoir to share seven snippets! I will do my best!

tagging for the game from my little list: @caspia-writes @inscrutable-shadow @imaginationxlost @nervousgalaxyllama @pinespittinink @shaicarus @whimsyqueen

no pressure! I know this is a big one, and some people might not have or be ready to share that much. you can always skip any game I tag you in! if you don’t want to be tagged anymore just let me know :3

also tagging my taglist under the cut, because there’s so much here you might like to see too!

cw: sex mention, implied bullying/abuse, panic attack

from The Black & Blues, mostly under a cut to save your dashes lol:

One:

For your fourteenth birthday, Danny gives you a denim jacket he found at a thrift store. It’s far too big but Danny just grins and says, “That just means it’s perfect for patches and buttons.”

You don’t know if you’re brave enough for patches and buttons. But when Danny pulls you into a hug and says, “We’re gonna get out of here. We’re gonna be okay.” You cling to him like a life preserver in a wild ocean, one thing steady in the turmoil and confusion of being a gay kid turning into a gay teen.

For a long time, you wear the jacket as is. To school, to the library, to the grocery store, to everywhere.

Your parents hate it when you wear it to church, but honestly, they’re lucky you even go without fighting them about it.

The punk kids at school begin to take notice of you. One of them, a tall, brick wall of a junior, always nods at you, and one day his girlfriend offers you a fist bump and she gives you one every day after that.

Two:

After school, Danielle, Dicky, and Crystal corner you in the back parking lot where the seniors park their cars. Their faces are worried and serious. It’s like an intervention.

“Meara,” Danielle says. “Please. Tell us what’s going on. Did something happen with your parents?”

Your eyes go wide and you push back against the brick wall, but it just gives them space to close in.

“I’ll slash their tires,” Crystal growls.

“It doesn’t matter. I’m staying with Danny, so I’m fine.”

“So something did happen.” Dicky’s voice is low and angry, but he stays calm. You’ve never heard him speak so quietly, and somehow, that’s scarier than yelling.

You’d promised yourself you wouldn’t cry here at school. In front of anyone other than Danny. You’re already a pathetic mess, you can’t let people see you vulnerable.

But even so, your eyes start to water, and you turn your head away and wipe at your eyes with your knuckles, pressing in hard as you try to regulate yourself.

Then, you’re crying, and Crystal has her arms wrapped around you like you’re a fragile treasure, and Dicky and Danielle whisper-yell at each other about what they should or shouldn’t do, but in the end, nothing is solved and nothing is better and everyone is angry.

You can’t wait to get out of this shithole town. Three years. Three years.

Three:

“[Danny]’s my best friend,” you say.

Kris hikes an eyebrow and purses his lips. “Anything else?”

Your smile must turn a little sad when you say, ‘No,” because Kris makes a sympathetic humming sound.

“But you want him to be.”

“You don’t even know if I like guys.”

Kris snorts. “Straight men don’t touch each other the way you two do. You’re too close, too casual.” He pauses. “Straight men also don’t listen to Pansy Division.”

You clear your throat and swallow hard. “Is it that obvious?” you ask meekly.

“I think you have to be looking for it,” Kris says. “But I know what repressed gay crushes look like. I’m aroace but I still have feelings for Austin and Sara in my own ways, and we haven’t always been together.”

“Do you think we need to tone it down?” Your voice is shaky now, and your eyes dart up and down the hall over Kris’s head. Who knows who might be listening?

Kris smiles kindly and shakes his head. “You do you, man. I wouldn’t suggest walking down the street holding hands with another dude or kissing one in public. But you should be fine.” He gently knuckles your elbow and says, “I won’t tell him. That’s your guys’ business. But I think you should shoot your shot.”

Four:

Because you’re so early, you and Danny get there first. Your guitar is already tuned, but you fiddle with it anyway, trying to ignore your nerves. This is gonna be great. This is gonna work. You’re all friends, and you can make something happen.

Danny appropriately plays the bassline from Fugazi’s Waiting Room as you, well, wait. You’re a good fifteen minutes early, so you have plenty of time for a panic attack in the meantime.

From out of nowhere, you start to get a little dizzy, your breathing gets a little uneven. Your heart is pounding. Maybe you really are having a panic attack.

The bassline stops and Danny carefully puts his bass down.

“Meara?” he says gently. You shake your head. “Meara, are you all right?”

“I think I’m having a panic attack,” you gasp.

He doesn’t ask why. He doesn’t point out that you’ve never had a panic attack in your life. He just takes your guitar and places it to the side, then scoots up next to you, so close your hips touch.

“What can I do?” Danny asks. “Would a hug make it better or worse?”

You sniffle and collapse against him, burying your nose in this shoulder. Sandalwood again.

He wraps an arm around you and pulls you into a half hug. “Hey,” he says. “Hey, it’s gonna be okay. We’re all friends, we’ve all been playing for years. And everyone who will be here is nice, remember? Even if there is a disagreement, I think it’ll be fine.”

You nod, and you breathe, and it feels like hours, but the clock says five minutes have passed by the time you calm down.

Five:

You let out an exhale, not quite a sigh, and you say, “Well. I think that could have gone better. It was awesome to see people dancing, though.”

“Are you kidding me?” Morgan laughs. “I think we did great for our first show!”

You pull up your shirt to try to wipe at your face with the hem instead. “Yeah?”

“Yeah!”

“Meara, seriously,” Josephine says. “Morgan and I have done a lot of performances in our years playing. That was a really good reception for a band nobody’s heard of.”

“Here, you animal,” Danny says, handing you a gray and black checkered handkerchief. “Use this. Uh. Don’t put it in your pocket, though.”

“Do you think I’m stupid?” you laugh.

“No, I just don’t think you share my kinks,” he grins back, ruffling your hair. It stabs you in the chest, knowing he’s still flagging for other men, but then, they’re not ‘other men.’ They’re potential partners. And you aren’t.

And he’s right. You don’t share his kinks. You’re not into bondage or S&M. It’s possible, even probable, that you wouldn’t be sexually compatible, even if you were romantically. Maybe it’s better for you. It’s what he wants, and he deserves to get what he wants.

You could do without knowing which pocket he puts them in, though.

His right, your brain helpfully fills in for you.

Six:

“Were you and your mom really close, then?”

“Yeah.”[Josselin’s] smile is sad but fond. Sad she’s gone but thinking about happy memories. “What about you?” he says. “What’s your family like?”

“I don’t have one anymore,” you say, and while you don’t mean it to come out harsh, it’s firm enough that he doesn’t pursue the subject.

“And now the million dollar question,” you say. He laughs a little. “Why were you homeschooled?”

“Oh.” His voice gets a little soft. “Regular school and autism don’t mix.”

It takes you a moment to understand what he’s saying. “You’re autistic?”

“Yeah.” He nods. “Diagnosed when I was a kid. It took me a lot longer than most people my age to start speaking, and I used to have huge emotional regulation problems. But Mom always helped me. She helped me find ways to deal with a world that’s not made for me.”

A pause when the bus stops, and passengers get off, and passengers get on.

“Well,” you finally say, and you hope you’re saying the right thing, “I’d like to be in the part of the world where you are.”

He looks up at you again with that bright, bright smile and those bright, bright eyes.

“Me too,” he says.

Seven:

[Josselin] grabs a box and plops down beside you, and you go through some of his video games together. He has an N64 and a Super Nintendo. You didn’t really have video games growing up. Your brother had some systems but he never let you into his room to play. Danny’s family had a Super Nintendo, but that was more for his dad. He’d let you and Danny play; you just had other stuff going on. When you say so, Josselin bumps his shoulder against yours and says, “I grew up on the road, remember? I never played until Frankie and I moved in together last year.”

“Oh, so they’re hers?”

“Well, I’ve added to the collection since then. But the systems are hers.”

He finally digs out Pokemon Stadium, and, when you agree that that’s still okay, he grabs the box and leaves the couch and you miss his soft warmth immediately. God, you’re absolutely head over heels infatuated, aren’t you?

He’s just so calm, and gentle, and sure of himself. He doesn’t put on a front. He’s absolutely, unabashedly Josselin.

You don’t know who Meara is, yet. For years you defined yourself by your sexuality because you had no other choice if you wanted to stay safe. But now you’re Meara the student and Meara the musician and Meara the friend.

Maybe Meara the boyfriend, soon, if you’re lucky.

General taglist:  @ohsugarfoot @abalonetea @only-book-lovers-left-alive @poore-choice-of-words @leadhelmetcosmonaut @jasperygrace @drippingmoon @theschoolofathena @viskafrer @thelaughingstag @athenswrites @kaiusvnoir @magic-is-something-we-create

Black & Blues taglist: @winterandwords @lynnedwardswrites

[emeraldstarlight]

changeling replacement misty I love youu

[daily-dragon-drawing]

Last chibi commission of March! Thank you all so, so much for helping me sell all my slots this month :'3

Please look out for more slots opening in April!