Cinnabun: I cannot control my psychic energy output through them. As a result, I do not use my ears for psychic abilities. It is too dangerous.

[ @asksolgaleo ]

Ring of Fire October 2023 l Bray Falls

"Until about 50 years ago, upon the Aether Foundations creation, I quite loved being before the humans, showing my face at their festivities always made me warm with happiness. But now it cannot be so. They would seek to control the light... and I would probably be caged. So, its best to watch from afar."

@symphonies-of-silver

kitty logic

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Fanart Friday (on Friday hilariously!)

At least for me, rofl.

Sophie from @team-pokefriends, nominated by @askbohemiancompany

Toasty from @asktoastythearcanine, nominated by @theholytoaster

Altan from @asksolgaleo, nominated by @curce

Kit from @fox-living-in-the-city, nominated by @ask-a-learning-ai

Nick from @greedentstripes, nominated by @ifbench

Jelle from @harmonia-university, nominated by @aro-crossing

Risa from @askturnipdeerling, nominated by @eveeonaartz

Pan from @neverlandfaerai, nominated by @noblejanobii

Lunch from @askvekpa, nominated by @ask-meowscarada

Latte from @askbookwormflareon, nominated by @ask-prince-manaphy

Clarent from @askleaderscrest, nominated by @mod-jazzy

Thank you for all of the suggestions and I'm sorry I didn't get all of them done. Still getting my drawing groove back ;v;

Also for some reason some people couldn't be tagged but know I saw all of the suggestions. ^^!

Happy Fanart Friday~

What a nice day to pick up some apples from the local orchard! Applin Acres has a reputation for having the widest selection of apples in the region, so it only seemed natural to go see for yourself.

While looking over the red delicious trees, you notice an Applin and an Appletun making their way towards you, talking amongst themselves.

"...enough apples for us, and the festival this year?" The small Applin asks

"Of course we will, Fuji!" The Appletun replies. "We always do." She turns your attention to you, and smiles.

"Welcome to Applin Acres. My name is Moll, and I'm one of the heads of the orchard. Do you need any help picking some apples? Or questions about the orchard itself? Perhaps you'd like to discuss setting up at the Festival this year?"

[Asks are now open!]

“Titan of the seas…!” The Solgaleo phased into existence a bit away from the Lugia paws touching the bays sands lightly; but immediately he is bowing. To the sea legends feet a small object floats with bright pink psychic power, it is a primitive statue carved long ago out of Wailord bone with a blue chord about its neck, hemmed by a rusted, chipped bell. “Alola is surrounded by the sea, and often, I see tributes to you. Such a thing belongs to the water, but I could not idly toss it back… so, please accept this gift.”

——–

Titan of the Seas.

Lord of Storms. 

The Stormbringer.

Susano squeezed their eyes shut at the wealth of memories. “Do not bow to me. Rise your head, s-” Susano halted, averting their face. “I am no longer a titan of the seas. You are mistaken,” the Leviathan corrected the lion, avoiding his visage. 

For a brief moment, Susano’s expression appeared pained. “You people must worship another. My name has not been uttered by mankind in-”

The Leviathan’s head whipped at the sound of a bell, their eyes honing in on the small statue. Their eyes widened at the sight of it. They admired the craftsmanship, their gaze brimming with memories.

“Susano, Susano!" 

The human children flocked around him, following him wherever he wandered like a hatchling would with their mother.  This was their little game. They waited to see when the Lugia would let his guard down, ready to pounce. 

Their parents watched with warm smiles and laughter. The children were at it again, playing with their protector. Not an ounce of worry clouded their expression as they observed the little game.

"Susano!” One of them skated in front of his path, forcing him to halt. The Leviathan smiled, rumbling with amusement. 

This little one he was all too familiar with. She had come a day before, proudly showing off her missing tooth as one would with their fangs.

“One day I’ll grow strong fangs like you, Susano!” She proclaimed, all smiles and grins. 

Now her curls tumbled in front of her eyes. She brushed them out of view but she was proudly holding up something for him to see. 

“What do you have now, my small dragon?" 

She opened up her palm, proudly revealing it to him. A small statue in her small grasp, reflecting in the sun. 

Made of bone it was carved and sculpted in the likes of his visage. His eyes went wide, seeing the small little scraps on her tiny hands. 

"You made this for me…?" 

"Mhm!” She nodded her head, her curls bobbling, framing her face perfectly as she grinned even wider. “You are our storm! Our sea! Mama says we give to those we like. So I made this! For you!" 

Susano wrenched free of their memories before they drew them in any further. Their frame trembled as they took the tribute in their wing. So small… So was she… 

The Lugia looked towards the Solgaleo, their gaze burning. "This does belong to the sea. Noble sun. Whenever I have time to spare, I will venture to Alola and gift you in the manner you deserve but for now… I must go.”

Susano took the skies without further, cradling the new gift in a cherish hold. 

[ For the time being Susano seems to be shifting locations… ]

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