#oh yeah it has feathers on the fin tail for better flight

[pokemon-ninjago-world]

Yo! These are my designs for The First Spinjitzu Master and his eeveelution. (the pose looks way cringy now hsdbkshjf) These are pretty old, and I’ve changed the design since then, but I gon’t have a proper picture of the curent design. But I’ll be rambling about these under the read more if you’re interested!

Again, because the intelligent Pokémon in my AU are only able to breed within the same evolutionary fam, and because Garm bros are eeveons, the FSM needed to be an eeveon as well. I wanted him to be “all elements” like Arceus, so I made this Normal type eeveelution, which would be a mishmash of all the other eeveelutions, including all the types that don’t (yet?) exist in the Pokémon World.

I wanted the design to have some sort of graceful, celestial feel to it as well, and thus I named the eeveelution Soreon, in reference to Japanese word for sky, “sora” (which also worked with the Finnish word “sorea”; graceful, willowy). I don’t know if I like the name a whole lot though. Celesteon would have been a better name imo, but I saw someone’s fake “all-type” eeveelution with that name earlier, and I didn’t want to copy that. If you would have a better name idea than “Soreon”, feel free to suggest! I’d be happy for help.

Alright, so I originally thought I would add a feature from all the other eeveelutions to this mix, but after some brainstorming I realized adding all 18 types would make the design waaay too cluttered `:|  So I dropped some already in this early stage, but I still fitted in more than what there is in my current design. I’ll list those features here and then explain how the design is different now:

From existing eeveelutions, this thing has the forehead gem from Espeon, rings from Umbreon, tail from Vaporeon, ruff from Eevee, rump fur from Jolteon, tears from Sylveon, ear/cheek tuft thingies from Glaceon and Espeon, wrist leaves from Leafeon and head tuft from Flareon.  From fake eeveelutions it had wings, fangs and armour bits.

The wings are from my Flying-type eeveelution Galeon, although when I designed Soreon I didn’t yet have its design, so the wings are too soft and round looking than what Galeon’s wings actually are. The wings and the eyes are the only non-canon-eeveelution features (other than body shape maybe) that are left after I refurbished the design.

The metal bits were from the Steel-type eeveelution that I was trying to design for P.I.X.A.L.’s appearance, but I never made it work and eventually scrapped the idea (she’s modelled after a Luxio now). I also discarded the metal bits from Soreon, because they looked silly, but it’s supposed to have metallic claws instead, and possibly partially or wholly metallic skeleton (titanium or smth that wouldn’t rust).

The fangs were from a Poison-type I never designed, but started thinking they looked funny so I nerfed them. Now Soreon is supposed to have retractable claws that emit poison. ...Don’t ask how retracting claws would work on human-like hands, bc they wouldn’t. Not in the same way they work on cat paws at least. But maybe I’ll come up with something. (i do have an idea for a poison type now, and a rough design idea. it definitely doesn’t have poison fangs haha.)

The eyes were supposed to be from a fake eeveelution as well, and so was the body shape, but I can’t remember what types they were from. I’m not sure if I like the eyes, since they’re so... OwO  But I guess I’m so used to them by now that I won’t change them. I also think that I discarded the head tuft, but I’m not entirely sure. The Espeon ear tufts look more like Espeon tufts in the current version though. Ohhhhhh now I actually see he has those Soileon tufts on his ears as well! Oh dang I’ve totally forgotten about those. Welp, the current design doesn’t have them either.

I could have talked about the FSM himself in this too, but this is getting long and I need to rest my arms. So maybe another time.

[saxspielercaderface]

E. Sharing a drink, Torvi! (YEAH PHANTOMWING)

Added Adil in for someone to share a drink with XD - this is from his POV

Though I miss swimming, running is fine too.

The crashing of the waves.

The slight give of the packed, wet sand beneath my feet.

The huff of my own breath and the pounding of my heart in my ears.

It’s a good morning for a run across Beachhollow. Foggy, but good.

Then I hear the near-roar of my current running partner’s breath and the uneven thumping of her own feet as she struggles to keep pace with me, and I have to rethink my previous statement.

Right. Time to take a break.

I slow to a halt.

Torvi crashes to the sand.

“You alright?”

I don’t think she hears me - she’s rolled into the ocean, splashing around, her wing flipping frigid water high into the air. The sight reminds me of the birds that used to visit my bird bath, at least before it got run over and destroyed by the cable guy’s truck two years ago, and I can’t help but chuckle.

A bird in a birdbath.

Except the bird is seven and a half feet tall and the birdbath is Beachhollow Bay.

But still. A bird in a birdbath.

Eventually, she rolls back out from the ocean and sits on the sand, head feathers ruffling to flick the last bits of water from them.

“How’re your legs treating you?” I ask. I think I already know the answer, given the pattern of the furrows her feet left in the sand behind her.

She’s off-balance, possibly feeling some muscle strain.

Her legs aren’t meant for running, let alone walking. Yet, with one of her wings gone, she’s been adamant about learning, about moving around under her own power until she finishes tinkering with that scrap-made, improvised prosthetic she’s always messing with.

“They are hurting,” she sighs, massive lungs still pumping the air. “But the muscles are learning.”

“Just make sure to stretch them when you’re done, okay?” I uncap my water bottle and take a sip before handing it off to her. “Stiff muscles aren’t that much better than atrophied ones, and-”

I stop. She’s put the water bottle down into the sand without even taking a drink.

“Torvi?” I can tell she’s overheated. The dip in the ocean, the fanning of her wing and tail fins, the heavy, too-rapid breathing. “Are you sure you’re feeling alright?”

She nods.

“I do not need water.”

“Yes, you do,” I snort, pushing the bottle closer to her with my foot. “You’ve practically got steam coming off your skin.”

“I do not need water, Adil,” she repeats herself, flashing her teeth to get the point across. “I do not need help. I do not drink when flying, anyways. Or…moving.”

“What?”

“Couriers, Adil. We can not carry water with us. Too heavy. It slows down flight. So, we do without.”

I sit myself down on the sand and stretch out my legs.

“Sounds like a tough job. But, it’s one you’re not doing anymore, so just drink the damn water and please, don’t pass out on me. I don’t want to have to carry you all the way back to the station over my shoulder.”

She rumbles, hisses, and finally picks up the bottle. Out of the corner of my eye, I see her suck down half its contents in no more than a second.

Ha, I’m right.

“Why did you pick up that job, anyway?” I ask, taking the bottle back after she drives it into the sand. There’s only a small sip at the bottom at this point…

“Why are you asking?”

“I read your file. You had job offers at some of the top engineering and aeronautics firms in the Territories. Why did you leave that for a job hauling cargo on your back, not drinking water, and practically starving yourself on salted jerky?”

I feel like I could have worded that so much better, but the question still stands. Thankfully, Torvi doesn’t seem angry or annoyed, and she starts to massage a knot in her calf as she answers.

“Rules,” she mumbles. “Laws. Expectations, too many of them. ‘No, you do not make an engine like this.’ ‘No you must shape the wings this way.’ ‘No, you must follow the wind shadow that the smart people have left for us tail-draggers.’”

“Oh.” I think I understand what she’s getting at. “You don’t like people telling you what you can and can’t do.” If that isn’t obvious from her endless attempts to get airborne again despite the entire situation working against her, I’m not sure what is. “You take that sort of talk as a challenge, and I’m assuming the engineers you worked with didn’t like that too much.”

She nods.

I’m right again.

“So, I go where there are no rules. Less rules.” She stops knuckle-massaging her legs and jabs a finger upward. “Do not carry too much. Fly well. Get to destination on time. Avoid the storm. That is it.”

“Hm.” I dig my hand into the sand, working it between my fingers for a minute. “It’s a bit different for me. You might think this weird, but I find it almost comforting to have-” I wave my other hand a bit, trying to come up with the right words- “rules and expectations, I suppose. It gives me some structure. Some sense of right and wrong that’s outside myself, you know?”

She nods again, trilling thoughtfully.

“I am not agreeing with you, Adil,” she begins, and I hear the laughter in her voice. “The world is very…gray…from up in the sky.”

“Well, that’s just because you can’t see any color other than blue or yellow…wait, was that actually a metaphor? A double entendre in Common?”

She guffaws, feathers fluffing happily, and I can’t help but - almost - match her smile as she smacks me on the shoulder.

“You see, Adil? I am getting better at Common-talk!”

I can’t disagree with that.

Once her laughter dies down and her feathers smooth out, she turns back to me, all business again.

“I am not agreeing with you. But we can agree to not agree, yes?”

I shrug, nodding, and we both look out over the bay, watching the last bits of fog finally burn away to reveal the mid-morning sun.

“Sure. Just…don’t go actually breaking any laws or I’ll have to drag you back to the station in handcuffs.”