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Because even if you act like you don’t care, they still need to be trained.

I’ve been drawing a bit, among others this little scene which will feature in my story, though in a much later chapter.

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(Context - this is an AU where Dialga develops sentience and goes to school. It learns the concept of valentines and contemplates the idea of love. Wanting to show love to its family, it tries to give them gifts... It goes about as you might imagine.)

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Dialga stalked nervously into the Hall of origin, the universe swirling infinitely overhead. It adjusted its grip on the statue in its teeth and stepped out into the center of the shimmering arena, placing it down and stepping a pace back. 

<Father…>

Dialga closed its eyes and roared. It’s roar rippled through all of creation - of time and of space. The sound and the silence after stretched into an eternity -

Dialga waited a moment more, and then retreated back to school. It’s steps fell heavy on the art room floor. 

“How did it go?” Arven asked.

<Fine!> Dialga faked a smile, <Everything’s fine!>

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Arven knew the look on Dialga’s face. Went well, his ass! How many times had he worn that same expression?

- Arven held the valentine he’d made in school tightly to him. Mommy was working in her lab, as she always was, so the only place to give it to her was here. Mabosstiff nudged him forward and Arven lifted it to her - an offering. “Mommy?” 

“I’m busy, Arven.”

Arven left the valentine card on her desk. It was there for weeks, until one day, Arven found it in the lab trash. 

By then, he was not surprised. -

“Okay, little buddy,” Arven gave the legendary popkemon a pat, “How about I make you something delicious?”

They both deserved better.

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The domain of the god of space was vastness incarrnate, but Dialga was willing to be bold - another gift of being.

<Palkia?> The time beast moved forward nervously, holding its treasure. “I… have something for you…”

Palkia’s roar and the strike of its claws that rent reality itself came out of nowhere and everywhere. 

<Wait! Please…!> But Dialga looked into the mindless, wrathful nothing in its twin’s eyes and knew.

<I love you,> 

Dialga fled, gift shattered.

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<What are you doing in my realm>!> Giratina roared and snapped, <Get out!>

Dialga flinched. <I want to give you a present!> it said, and dropped a sculpture at Giratina’s feet. 

<Why?> The thing was a model of a plant, a piece of sunlight in his realm. 

<Because I love you.> Dialga ran, then, and he was alone…

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Giratine stared at the “gift,” growling. Gifts? Love? Blech! Sentience had made Dialga stupid! 

He should have gone and broken the stupid thing, but he left it there, and avoided the Distortion island like the plague… and the emotions.

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"Well, Champion, what now?" Malva asked, smirking as if she hadn't been the one caught off-guard -

"Well," Diantha licked her lips lightly, "I think that I should kiss you again."

And then her fingers tilted Malva's chin up, and she had no words.

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A new world... "Is it going to be a fun one?" Volkner asked, pressing his lips to the neck of the man he pinned to the office window.

Cyrus shuddered, his composure breaking. "No," he said, swallowing, "it will not be fun. It would not be anything."

"Mmm... Boo." Volkner's hands ran down Cyrus' body, enjoying the boney edges.

"T-that shouldn't matter. You would not have the capacity to care.:

"Still boo." Volkner teased him, feeling Cyrus melt under his hands. "Don't need a new world," Volkner kissed down Cyrus' neck, interspersed with light nips, "Just need to not care about the one we're in. Fuck the world. Fuck everyone else."

Cyrus clung to Volkner for support. "Fuck... me..." He whispered, into Volkner's ear. Volkner giggled, and shoved him down...

(Prompt - World)

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None of us are free until all of us are free

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My dragon, Kaptar, from my Flight Rising lair. The name is from Obduction, the spiritual successor to Myst - my lair uses names from Obduction and Myst!

I'm trying to add lore to my lair so that I feel more encouraged to play the game, but I figured I'd add art as well...

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Alpha encounter

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pokémon game plots will forever be some of the wildest things to grasp for me. a bunch of environmentalists dressing up like pirates actually almost drown the world. oh yeah you can also dress up your pikachu in silly outfits and pick berries for them. jeff bezos creates a death laser using gods to try and destroy france. oh yeah you can also participate in cutsy pageants w your pokémon and yassify your poodle. meanwhile, in hawaii, aliens sent by your girlfriend’s abusive mom are trying to kill everything and many of them look like lovecraftian horrors. have fun surfing on manta rays though. meanwhile, in meiji era japan, you have to battle The Devil from The Bible TWICE because this loser who’s been Just There the whole game has religious trauma and wants to fistfight god. everything wants to KILL YOU and you’re getting paid minimum wage for groundbreaking scientific research. GOD from THE BIBLE gives you an iphone -11 reality is BREAKING NOW GO CATCH 20 BIDOOF AND THREE LAKE SPIRITS

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His mind has forgotten, but his body remembers...

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Made my first ever REAL sewing project, inspired by an event on @flightrising I made some garb for larp, but it was not really work. Very simple stuff - this, though! This is a truly glorious start to a new hobby maybe?!

My gratitude to Cordially who made this thread.

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✨You’ll remember me, won’t you?✨

Been thinking about Marin and Link’s Awakening a lot as I write The Secrets We Keep— so I redid an old drawing of Koholint.

Sometimes you’ve gotta look back at your old artwork and let yourself feel proud of how far you’ve come 🥰.

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Is it fanart if you made it for your own fanfiction?

Art in various media, scanned but not particularly edited to show the rawness of it. I'm not particularly good at art, but I felt the need to draw "I Begin at the End" Cyllene.

The fanfiction is written below - essentially, Cyllene is thrown into the future and must figure out the new world before her... and deal with her legacy being used for evil.

The calligraphy in the images above is because I often doodle when I practice my lettering. I find it enjoyable.

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I commissioned these for my friends and I think they turned out really well!

I really enjoyed playing with color on these commissions - the grapes turned out so well, and honestly the simpler palette turned out best - posted with permission.

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I cannot express my gratitude enough with just the English language, Thank you.

cyllene is so good i desperately want to write more cyllene stuff

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Fanart of my friend, @mintythesweet's Slither Wing obsessed trainer, Olive. She just loves slither wings. So much. I believe she is bug specialist from a dragon taming family, trying to reconnect with her roots. Her pronouns are she/her and I fully intend to write her into my Dialga-goes-to-school fic whenever that gets off the ground...

Watercolor crayon and ink!

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Fanart of Cynthia and the eevee Loki from Arashi's fic Moonrise

They did fanart of my fic, I felt that I had to return the favor (and practice my pen and ink skills at the same time.)

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Cyllene's quote is personally meaningful to me. Like legit changed my life. Did it do that for anyone else?

"All you can do is stay true to your own values"

I really enjoy playing with short phrases with word art, and Cyllene's quote is perfect for quoting!

Materials: Crayola Marker. The paper is from a normal composition notebook.