Sylveon! I honestly am a sucker for coloring with pink-
I had a Sylveon mass outbreak for my birthday and I caught two of them doing the cutest dance *w* TWO OF THEM!!!!! They're so precious ;w;
I woke up to these adorable decorations, thx to @arahith & @dragonofeternal waking up early to set up for my Eeveelution themed birthday ✌🏻 Pat had apparently been blowing up balloons and hiding them in his room for DAYS in preparation for this ;w;
I particularly love the omake autumnal Leafeon but no Vaporeon or Glaceon....classic pokemon nonsense XD
Also, I actually got the Sylveon build-a-bear yesterday as an early birthday gift, because we were at the mall for community day and saw her there. I had been getting tons of Instagram ads for her but the online bundle was just a bit too much $$$ AND it seemed like she was online only BUT THEN!!! There she was, in the flesh (ribbons) 💖
Umbreon was a big surprise because I'd been talking about it for awhile but then it sold out and I was heartbroken BUT THEY'D PLANNED AHEAD ;w;
Bonus Tropius made by wife and I'm so happy I love him SO MUCH he's staying up forever 💚 The balloon arch is reasuable so I guess we'll be having balloon arches for every occasion now XD
two of them......... (said with heart-bursting affection)
These rabbits are fuckin transgencbeder
An Increasingly Frustrated Pokemon Trainer who wants a Sylveon but he isn’t emotionally equipped enough to understand the nuanced difference between friendship and affection so he just has like 13 Espeons and Umbreons
He ties ribbons around their necks and clips them on their ears, and never thinks they’re good enough. He ignores them when they rub against him for pets, focusing on his newest Eevee, so tiny and soft and full of potential. He keeps trying, and trying, and every time he sees black instead of pink and his face falls. Or he perks up at a glimpse of a paler color--but no, that’s the wrong shade, and there’s the forked tail, and he is even more crestfallen.
Until one day he gives up on a Sylveon. It’s never going to happen for him. He slams the door, and cries with his head in his hands, and can’t stand to look at the warm, soft bodies pressing against his back, rubbing against his knees.
He can’t stand to look at the ribbons and bows. He avoids the Pokemon for two days and then, in one explosive burst of frustration, he takes all the bows, stuffs them into the trash--only just managing to keep his trembling hands gentle on soft necks and ears. It’s not their fault. He knows it’s not. It’s his. He rubs a black ear, worried that it might be sore. It’s his fault.
He pets them more. It’s not their fault they’re not what he wanted. He feeds them, and restarts the training sessions that had ended when each one evolved. He doesn’t know their movesets; he starts reading. He learns what he can ask from them, and then learns from them too: which one would rather Quick Attack than use Confusion, which has a Mean Look that freezes even him in place. It’s fun. It’s more fun than it ever used to be, when he followed all the best training manuals so anxiously. They respond, growing and learning and butting into them for pets that he sheepishly gives them.
It’s inevitable, with thirteen of them in the same place, that eventually two would breed. He holds the tiny Eevee in his cupped palms. So soft. So warm. He knows which Espeon gave her those extra-long ears and which Umbreon is responsible for her round little nose. He is fascinated.
He pets her. He holds her. He watches her try to mimic the others and he smiles when they high-step over her or when they lift her by the scruff. She joins in on training sessions and for a moment there’s the thought--but she’s having fun copying one of her aunties and he’s not going to change that. She learns what she likes because she likes it. She’s the happiest Eevee he’s ever trained, and he doesn’t need her to be anything else.
But she changes, of course. Children grow up and Pokemon evolve. Espeon, he thinks when she changes in daylight, when he sees a pale coat--but no, that’s the wrong shade--
He is dumbfounded. The rest of them are not. They crowd around, pushing him and Sylveon together, pressing against both of them until everyone is one pile of fur and waving tails. He laughs and hugs her first--and then the nearest Umbreon, and the next.
He is happy, of course. But not because of what she is. He's glad that it means she’s happy. And she is happy. He gets the sense, watching her examine her own ribbons, that she became exactly what she wanted.
Maybe he should start keeping some stones in the house. It’s inevitable, with fourteen Eeveelutions around, that they’re going to keep breeding, and the next Eevee might want something different.
I reinstalled Pokémon GO after not playing for like.... two years I think?? and discovered that I had saved a shiny Eevee for whenever Sylveon was added, thus leading to AR pics in the woods (featuring @dragonofeternal because we know how to have dorky fun together, always)
Cute friends
~~ Sylveon Hybrids V2 ~~
This is a project I had meant to do a long time ago, at the time I didn’t feel that my art style was right for it though. Also, story time! The reason that vaporeon has two variations is because I couldn’t decide which one looked better, so have two! I hope that you all enjoy these as much as I do! ~ ♡
Goth Gay meets Fem Gay
Commission for @straviios