I love the 'drunk' Suppie-chan. Forcing him to eat sweets will make him crave for more sweets saying "I want to eat more sweets! I want to eat more sweets!" and "Itadakimashuu!" When you try to stop him, he will get really mad at you and run away to eat more sweets. His 'drunk' side is simply just adorable!

Elina Crox is a pen name I chose for this new account. It’s just a pen name derived from another name. So anyway, I’m not really new to fanfiction.net and this is just a new account. (I forgot my old account’s username and password.) Besides, I want to start anew. My grave mistake for being a CCS fanfic author was not watching even just an episode of CCS but I only depended on reading ExT fanfics. But now that I’ve seen all episodes, I’m ready to give it a try once again with my own understanding of CCS based on the anime series I’ve seen, which I happen to like a lot.

I am currently 23 years old and a Web Applications Developer & Publications Specialist at Negros Women for Tomorrow Foundation, Inc. or NWTF. I've never been good at writing fan fictions but I never give up hope in becoming good or even better at this. Although I do write in my blog some random stuff in different writing styles, I still want to hone my skills in literary art starting with fan fiction writing. I've been drawing and designing for a good 5 years now but I believe I still need to learn more and be better at what I am doing now.

That's it about me. Hehe.

Current Projects

Sol et Luna - May be an alternative universe non-canon ExT fanfic, but you won't really know for sure unless you take time to read this. Go ahead. I assure you I will make this story as interesting a reading material as it should be. Summary: Bittersweet melody lingers in the still of the night as a young hunter hunts for prey one full moon. Enthralled, he goes to search for the source of this voice but he has to get through a few obstacles first. This is the beginning of a new chapter of the myth. STATUS: In Progress Prologue will be up in 2 days.

Excerpt~

Her eyes grew wide in surprise when she confirmed it was a ripple on the usually still pond. It was a sign. A sign she had long been waiting for.

A young lad with glasses looked up the moonlit sky then closed his eyes to listen to the faint bittersweet melody carried by the gentle wind that brushed past him.

“Luna.”

And he disappeared in the night.