#askprimadonnasylveon

[the-ninetales-bathhouse]

Glitch: It’s almost as if there was something wrong...

[askwanderers]

A MEME FOR A MEME, ROOMATES AU

VISUAL ATTRACTIVENESS: 💗💗💗💗💗

YOU WOULD NEVER BE ABLE TO GET HIM TO ADMIT IT BUT giovanni cannot tell a lie

FRIENDSHIP LEVEL: 💗💗💗💗💗“I gave you the key for emergencies” “I ran out of chips” “giovanni”

ROMANTIC INTENT: 💔

Giovanni has a wife...somewhere....

[askawkwardeevee]

While Paisley wasn’t able get a specific answer out of Natalie of who she stole the Health Wing from, though a game of charades and endless guessing, they were able to narrow it down. It was a Sylveon.

The two then set out to ask every Sylveon they could find at the festival and asked if the wing belonged to them.

They searched about everywhere with no luck and Paisley had just about given up. That was until Natalie pointed out an unfamiliar face.

“Are... Are you sure that’s him?” The Eevee asked. Natalie gave a silent nod.

<Cameos> Toulouse - askmodelsylveon Prince - askprimadonnasylveon Chalce - askpinkansylveon Lolita and Morgan - asklolita Celeste - asktheaniseeds

[askoasisninetales]

“My clan is said to have the hottest, strongest flames of all our kind. Since you’re so impressed, maybe I can give you a few pointers!” exclaimed Kamilo as he strutted in front of Tsubaki.

Meanwhile, his necklace’s spirit made its way over to Casanova, hoping that someone would notice it, as it did not seem like Kamilo would any time soon.

[speckled-glameow]

The afternoon sky slowly turned to night. The Bonfires lit in the clearing of the forest blazing against the trees and sky. It was amazing how a matter that can cause destruction look so beautiful when tamed. Speckled padded up to the Bonfire called Kan, gazing as it flickered. “This is really nice! I wonder where I should go next..” Her voice trailed off as she heard cries and roars of cheer coming from near by. Twitching her ears she listened closely and walked around Kan to see Pokemon crowding around the Bonfire called Dai, cheering on something within them. Not able to see from her position the Glameow bounded forward and wiggled her way to the front of the crowd. She gasped at what she saw: Little Darumaka’s dancing!! Gosh they looked adorable and the dance looked fun too! One of the little pokemon saw her staring excitedly and waved it’s hand at her for her to join. Stoked Speckled observed them one more time, to make sure she got the moves correctly, and jumped in. She laughed as she danced along with the Darumaka’s her doll necklace bouncing with each step she did.

[primlopunny-blog]

Having heard the lopunny's voice from a ways away, Tsubaki's ears perked, immediately turning in the direction the voice came from. A stick? Was this gal off her rocker? "Whatchu got there?" She asked, a bit of sarcasm in her tone. "Plannin' on drawing in the sand or something" She knew there was a rock garden nearby (she was looking for it herself, actually) but hopefully that wasn't the case.

I mean, like, it’s this gigantic patch of flat sand! And it’s free! They really should put a pot of sticks or something next to it though with a sign- no wonder no one else is bothering with it!

I drew me. It’s pretty great. 

[sopadeleon]

askprimadonnasylveon askno25 ask-kibble-and-vok

When I try to draw gifts but everything looks a mess omg.

[askno180-blog]

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((fOR ????? because i just did a future dewey cries))

“This is it. This is how I die.”

There the bird laid in a bed of leaves on the ground. There was a trail of blood he had left from the previous incident.

“Feathers plucked, wing broken. So this is how I’m going to go?? okay. This is fine, I guess.”

He stumbled pathetically on the ground, attempting to fly with a broken wing and, of course, failing.

“I’m fine.”

The noctowl sat upright, still in a state of shock. This wasn’t happening.

“Could be worse, right???? Right??? RIGHT?????????”

The dumb bird should’ve kept his mouth shut. With one foul swoop, the bird was pounced on by a feline-like pokemon. All the bird could do was scream and cry as he awaited his bitter fate.

He closed his eyes tightly and tried to imagine himself in a better place. Attempting to trap himself in a kind, forgiving memory, but before he could think of one, he was dropped to the ground in front of some sort of pink nightmare

it was smiling....why was it smiling...

Before the noctowl could open his beak, the eyesore began talking. Loudly.

“DANG SON, it looks like you’ve been through hell.

But don’t worry man, I’ll have my dude fix you up. You’re safe now!!”

You could see the desperate cry for help in the owl’s eyes.

help him.....