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From the depths

Artist: https://bsky.app/profile/dertherck.bsky.social

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Hello hello out there! I have finally found time to get around to the Fanart Friday nominees! I’ll be posting them in groups of three as I finish them! (There are 12 in total ;] ) They’re going to be out of order so apologies for that o/ First up we’ve got:

@askcapital ‘s Capital, @ask-gimmiventures ‘s Crow, and @askstormscall ‘s Susano! They were all very fun to draw! Managed to get these three all done today so let’s see if I can keep this train rollling, haha.

Oh and yeah! Y’all are free to do whatever with these, all I ask is that you credit me if you put them anywhere! ^^

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Young Lord.

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(( continued from here ))

[The group had joined back together with all the information they could gather, grouping up and making a solid attempt to combine their thoughts. Luxu was given the duty to write-it was difficult but was legible and small enough to fit within a few pages, aside having to find some driftwood to write on.]

Hi! We hope you're okay! We don't know how to help, because we're still pretty young. We asked some of the adults around us for some help.

They told us sometimes it's okay to say you don't know what to say yet, that you can think about it before you answer. You don't want to disappoint them! That's okay. If they care they'll understand, or try to work it out with you.

It's not fun trying to be who you're not. Sometimes you have to do it to stay safe. But hopefully one day you can be who you want to be! Sometimes you have to wait, sometimes for a really long time.

And if you end up not safe for telling the truth whenever you do, find friends or family to help you! And if you don't have anyone, you can come find us! We drew you a map.

[At the bottom of the letter is what they thought was a map.]

We put your letter back in here too, so if someone else finds it first they can maybe write and help you too!

Take care, we hope to see you one day! We hope you're okay! You have friends here.

(( @askstormscall ))

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For one word!

Pantheon

Reiko took the meeting in stride. All unfamiliar faces save the Rayquaza, who invited them there.

You must familiarize yourself with others of similar stature. Take this opportunity to learn about the world you both live in. 

Susano hovered on the outskirts, wanting no part of the gathering and the gossip that came with it.

He watched a trio laughing amongst themselves. Sharp raven-like yet still a dragon? A deer whose antlers shined with a light that nearly blinded him and another dragon whose rose-colored armor reflected in the same light. 

He set his jaw as his eyes shifted to Reiko in the soft light. Her soft voice was filled with laughter as she spoke with a Pokémon, a frail rose-colored fairy. 

“There’s a tree in an alcove. I have been tending to it quite well. I have this green thumb that humans speak of, I’ll say!  You can take it. Rest your weary head and wings somewhere safe.”

There she was, offering refuge to another. 

He snorted. Then he was greeted by three unfamiliar faces, young, mere adolescents. 

Birds whose primary feathers only have just grown in. Save one who was nothing but flames.

Disgruntled, the Lugia shunt them, brushing them aside with his tail. “I am not taking children,” he growled, stalking away. But the small sounds of talons hurried after him. 

It was too late for him, the small birds taken a liking to the grouchy Leviathan and his toothy maw. 

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ill be back here when im done being busy.

Enjoy this picture I took I want to reference some day.

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“No, no, not at all,” Mariko said, her voice a chime. “You wouldn’t be the first to say this, but thank you.” She gave a small smile. She was slowly getting the hang of it–accepting compliments, that is. It was easier to ignore the small butterflies fluttering about in her stomach at the mention of her coloration. There was nothing covetous in the human’s eyes; they were just casually spoken words, so she knew he could trust him. 

“There’s an island if you head…” -a slight pause, her head craning as she looked this way and that- “West. Berries grow there that can make you pink! My brother and I ate some of them, and we both became pink!” She laughed, her tail sweeping behind her with a slow wag. 

“It took a day or so for the pink to fade, but my brother was so upset. He likes his purple feathers!” 

She paused. “I apologize,” she ducked her head. “I got a little sidetracked. I’m… new when it comes to talking with someone other than my brother and my close friend. The words they keep going and sometimes it's like… a waterfall. It keeps flowing and flowing and I-I-” 

She stammered and then covered her face. “I’m doing it again…. Sorry.” 

“Oh!” Her head whipped up, eyes animated. “I wanted to say thank you! You were the one at the party, yes? The host?” She extended her wing. “Do humans do this, yes? They shake hands as thanks?”

@askstormscall Mariko @ Nat: She couldnt help but noticed him afar. He was the host of the party from before. Lowering her head, she says "Hello! I couldn't help but notice..." She couldn't put her tongue on it. "I don't know how to put it, I apologize but are you doing alright, I hope? And are your friends too?" She could smell the scent of dragons but they weren't here.

[Nat seemed to have gotten himself out of whatever mood he was in once he was approached by the Lugia, standing up from the sand to meet her gaze.]

Oh no, you're fine-if you mean the dragons, they're kinda scattered around at the moment but they're doing fine. Some are in the dragon cave a little ways from here, and some are within calling distance from this beach.

[He totally seems to forget about regarding his own state-but it doesn't seem intentional.]

I... hope it doesn't come off as weird or crazy or anything like that-but I've never seen a Lugia with your coloration. It's very pretty, reminds me of the sky in the morning over here.

(( @askstormscall ))

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Blue 👀

This Pokémon followed him along. 

Young like him, remnants of an egg shell on its head as a small horn jutted through. But the mon wasn't like him. 

A strange ‘mon with four flippers it was and followed around like a calf would its mother. 

He would have missed the mon had it not been so loud; small outcries as the small Lugia increased his speed to lose them. It was so blue it nearly blended in with the ocean, save for the shell on its head.

“Stop following me!”

“Birple!”

“It's purple! I'm purple!”

Well, not completely purple. The color hadn’t completely cemented. A light violet hue began to color the fluffy white of his baby feathers. 

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They were once a family.

United. Strong

Now they are splintered apart, struggling with ordeals and trials to persevere through.

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one word: Sunset

He took one look behind and noticed his sister began to lag behind. Water didn't effortlessly slide off her feathers like his. They absorbed water, weighing her down, signs of exhaustion apparent on her face as they swam. 

The Lugia set his jaw. “We'll stop for tonight.” 

“I can keep going.” Came her mental voice in his mind. Even that sounded tired. 

“Please don't argue with me on this.” He used his most persuasive tone. “You'll sink to the bottom like a rock if we keep going.”

She stuck her tongue out but complied. A relief. He was beginning to feel his energy wane as well. It did them no good for the both of them to be tired in unknown waters.

Wherever this was. 

After scouting the small set of islands, making sure it was safe, the larger male came ashore first, preening feathers that were out of place. 

The smaller female came second, shaking loose water clinging to her curling tail feathers. 

He helped tend to her feathers, teeth carefully combing through the iridescent feathers along her back. 

“Thanks, brother.”

He gave a small grunt but huddled close when she shivered, draping her with a wing. She never could handle the water, a mystery amongst their kind. Try as she may, she would be bogged the evening, more tired than those who dwelled in deeper waters. 

“Look.” Her voice was full of wonder. 

He followed her gaze towards the sun on the horizon. A vibrant hue similar to that of her feathers as it began to set, bathing the likes of them with its radiant glow. It chased the shadows away, the chill of impending night with its warmth. 

For a moment, their fatigue was forgotten as they focused on the sun. Maybe there was hope yet this direction would lead them true. 

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Flower

“She's all I have left of her.” The woman struggled to keep the pain from her voice. The small flame in her chest flickered, threatening to go out. A small yellow flower, a common daisy. “She brought this to me as a gift."

Her weathered hands continued to busy themselves on the small piece she was on, nearly complete. A woven bracelet with intricate markings. 

“I made this for her. My precious little sun.” 

When people hurt, you embrace them. When they talk, you listen. Be their silent ear. Be their support when they need you. 

She silently blinked away tears. She didn't know her long but she didn't want her to disappear. Not like her daughter. 

She hugged the old woman close as she sobbed against her shoulder.

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One word? Yearn

He pulled out his most charming smile, hand extending. He was hoping she obliged him. She would make him the happiest ‘mon in the world if she did. She sparkled beneath the light, sprinkles of gold lightly dusting her cheeks. Yet she wavered, a look of apprehension as she looked upon his hand as if it was a Seviper in the grass. 

Her eyes darted throughout the room, nervous, unsure. This beautiful creature had nothing to be afraid of here. This was a private place for the likes of them to act differently.

A place of safety. He was sure of it.

Then she looked at him. Her golden eyes were filled with fear. 

He withdrew his hand, startled as she bounded past him out the doors, into the night.

What did I do wrong? He asked himself as he chased her. 

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One Word

Give me a word.

Any word.

I'll write something on it.

It may be plot related.

It may not be.

What-ifs are a fave of mine, you see.

Who knows?

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The Leviathan said nothing, eyes staring, unblinking. 

She was a staunch ally. She spoke of praise, she spoke with heart. These were common traits they expected to hear of a Ho-oh. Charismatic. 

Reiko was the same. Confidence personified. She backed down to no one and no one could temper her spirits. They tried. It never worked. Did some of her mannerisms slip into this Ho-oh? 

She spoke of compassion and their lack of. They bared their teeth. “You know nothing of my compassion.” Their tail rose then it slammed in the sand, the force sending some scattering, the earth shaking.”I rose this very island from the ocean floor. The life here came from my breath, my spirit, of my choice, for my compassion of the once people who thrived here.”

Their eyes became pinpoints, a guttural growl as they spoke. “And my people rest in watery graves beneath the sea so spare me your words, dragon. Those who truly knew me are dead. The nightmares that plague the man of today know me from my old stomping grounds of Kanto.” They rose their head, granting her a moment of reprieve. They exhaled a blue mist from their maw. “They fear me. Man knows the line they mustn't cross now because of me.”

Their gaze raked over her figure. A being of her caliber dressed in shabs, in a form ill-fit. She had enough moxie to bare her fangs at them and they commended her for having the spine. 

“Remember, goddess.” A luminous blue filled their eyes. Not a cloud in sight yet droplets began to fall from the sky, rain tempering the heat rising between them. “You're in my domain now and you overstep your grace.”

“I wanted information and you have given me enough. I have nothing to rip from you. You haven't offended me more than your lip service for a weak god and my character,” they snorted. “Other gods would take from your mind for less reasons. I am no such god.” 

“And rest and believe, my friend would not take pleasure in this story,” Susano said dryly. Kyurem, their moral compass from time to time. “You lot believe I want to be remembered. I don't care what they may know of me. I was to be forgotten as she was, as she is.”

Their words. Their tone… An incredible sense of loneliness emitted from the Leviathan then, no matter how much they masked it. 

“I needed to know this Ho-oh. Judge his worth and see he is worthy of the legacy she left behind. Nothing more.” A flick of the tail, shoving Reshi away from their form. “Yet you are his ally… friend. An honorable one. 

“Get out. My islands have only been healed. I do not need your flames scorching what is mine.” 

@lightofunova

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(@lightofunova) Reshi@???: She jumps at the sudden noise, before she speaks. “I don’t mean to intrude! If this is your land then I will oblige and leave as soon as I can! You see I was looking for a friend of mine, I need to give him some lessons but I got lost on the way…Johto is quite a large region and-“ After realizing her rambling might be making matters worse, she cuts to the point. “Ahah…what I mean to say is perhaps you could point me to Ecruteak??? Or where the Ho-oh of this region currenrly resides? He’s got the most beautiful hue of golden feathers, can’t miss him!”

Her description matched the Ho-oh. A long breath left their maw, “I know the Ho-oh you speak of.” The maw closed with a loud snap. Beautiful? Their eyes slid to the feathers in the pyre. They paled in comparison to the likes of Reiko. A disgruntled snort, the gust snuffing out the flames. 

At her eagerness to leave, their tail swept across the sand, corralling her closer, leaving no room to slip by. “Stay. I have questions for you. Of this Ho-oh,” Susano said. They were in… an ambient mood. They were forgiving of her trespass, just this once.

“I know nothing of this place, but I know the direction your friend departed to. But tell me more of this Ho-oh. Are they amicable? Resilient? A coward?" Spittle threw as they spat.

They needed more on this Ho-oh. How was his sense of self still present with Reiko's fragment ever pulsating within? What was he doing to prevent her from thriving?

Their gaze grew intense as they leaned in, exhaling a hot breath as they spoke. “What makes this weak Ho-oh special in your eyes?”