Gone in the Sky 3

- Third part and ending of the muse inspired by @queep1 - Two or three years? Elesa can't quite say. Her heart's adrift and the days don't matter. She still remembers that day, the burning shame of not telling her how she truly felt. It lurks in every dream, behind every thought. But Elesa thinks she's getting better. She works her shifts at the airport, handling baggage, pointedly never looking at the missing poster with her smiling face on it. She takes long walks and watches the airplanes come and go. She avoids the Celestial Tower. Elesa's socialising again. Burgh and the twins visit sometimes, spending evenings playing card games and eating junk food. They make her smile, make her laugh. It's closer to how she used to be. Sometimes Lacey visits, her phone full of photos of adorable Pokemon. Lacey makes Elesa smile, makes her laugh. She still has a contact in Kalos, a fairy fashion designer, and promises Lacey to introduce her at some point. She has tea with Miles sometimes. He knows what she's lost better than anyone, and Elesa won't deny he has it worse than her. It keeps Elesa grounded. Miles knows what it's like, waking up and seeing no news, clinging to memories, clawing for any guidance. Elesa takes comfort in the solidarity of grief. It's what she would have wanted, for Elesa to share her pain, to not shut herself away. Elesa thinks she's getting better. Until, one day, Miles says a single sentence that breaks her all over again. "I've decided that we'll have a funeral." The air rushes out of her lungs. Twisting. Tormented. She staggers back, unable to believe that he could do this. Elesa can't bear to imagine any notion that she was truly gone. Miles tries to explain but Elesa shoves past him, running for the fields. She collapses behind the hanger, her old gym, and cries until the sun has set. Elesa doesn't socialise again. She ignores her phone, any knocks at the door. She leaves the airport, takes a new job working a night shift at the fields where no-one would look for her. Deep down she knows it's destructive, but Elesa can't care. She had thought Miles understood, but now even he has abandoned her. All of them have abandoned her. When the day comes, Elesa goes to the Celestial Tower. Sat on the edge, she can see them in the distance by the airport, basked in the light of the setting sun. Of course they would have the coffin put to rest there. She had always loved the planes. Elesa looks down, sees the ground below. Perhaps, if she was brave enough to fly, just once, she would see her again... Suddenly terrified, Elesa scrambles away from the edge. Breathing deeply, she turns and stumbles towards the bell. Tears run down her cheeks as Elesa rests her forehead on the cold metal. "Please, just tell me what to do. I don't know what to do." The sun dips lower. The sky begins to darken. Elesa pushes the bell again, but it doesn't ring. Bewilderment befuddles her grief. She shoves it, and still there is no ring. The bell was said to soothe the spirits. Elesa supposes it is quiet because her spirit is beyond soothing. There is no hope now. She is gone. She was always gone and Elesa never saw past her own guilt. Elesa sinks to her knees and cries. She thought she was getting better, but it was only to break harder- "Don't cry, Elesa." Time stills. Elesa slowly turns. A woman is stood at the altar's stairway, dressed in grey, a strange symbol on the chest. Her red hair is dirty, her outfit frayed, but the light in her blue eyes is radiant. The woman smiles, wracked with emotion, as beautiful as the last day Elesa saw her. "Surely... you'll forgive me for taking so long?" There's a thousand things Elesa should say. A hundred things she should do. Yet, what else would be more fitting? "Y-You don't have to call me Shirley, Skyla." Skyla laughs, cries, and when Elesa rushes to embrace her, she feels the warmth and comfort that proves she is real. As the sun sets, the two stayatop the tower, lost in their embrace. The bell quietly rings.

Yuor artstyle is making me feral and your pokespe content is peak please keep doing things and never give up <3

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Gone in the Sky 2

- Second part of the muse inspired by @queep1 - The days drift by. Every morning, before the sun has risen, Elesa jolts awake and scrambles for her phone. Blinking against the brightness, Elesa scrolls through every news outlet and website, every message, every text, her heart aching. Nothing. The spark's gone. When Elesa's on the catwalk, she finds the lights are too bright, the music too loud.When she looks into the crowd, every hint of blue or red makes her gut twist. All Elesa can think about is her, and it hurts too much. The crowd doesn't cheer like they used to. Her manager complains, her fellow models protest, but Elesa doesn't hear them. It's destructive, she knows, and it isn't what she would have wanted, but Elesa can't help it. Every day, she's tormented by how she never told her. When it mattered most, she'd lost her nerve, and nothing hurts more than knowing she had left seeing Elesa as a coward. Nimbasa's too much now. The articles constantly remind Elesa how far her reputation has fallen. The entertainments only remind her of those precious days with her, all those missed opportunities. Nimbasa's too bright, too loud, and Elesa can't stomach it. So, she'll leave. Elesa withdraws from the agency, the gym, and sells the house. When Elesa packs her bags the day before departure, she lingers on a picture. The two of them together. She looked so happy with her arm around Elesa's waist, resting her head on Elesa's shoulder. When was this taken? Elesa's appalled to find she can't remember. Her stomach twists, and she sobs as she tosses it away. Of all people, it's Lacey who watches as Elesa climbs into a taxi close to midnight. Elesa's done well to hide her intentions from the rest, but Lacey always knows when someone's heart drifts. She gently wishes the best for Elesa and asks if she'll come back before Lacey leaves for the academy. Elesa doesn't answer. She doesn't have the nerve. She has nerve enough to settle in her town. Mistralton is Nimbasa's opposite, open and airy. No glamour, but sincere. The planes come and go, and Elesa always watches them. She remembers how she would chatter about planes, occupying whole afternoons with facts and praise about them. Elesa clings to those memories. They're all she has left. She takes work at the airport, handling baggage. The routine keeps her calm. Elesa can even smile sometimes, thinking about how she would joke about the supermodel stepping down from up high to mingle with the commoners. She treasures every memory of her laugh, her smile. Elesa walks past her house sometimes. The emptiness clenches in her gut every time. Miles hasn't had been able to bring himself to sell it, but if he does, Elesa will be there, check in hand. She couldn't live with anything of hers going to anyone else. Sometimes she gets a text, a call, and Elesa dares to hope, but in the end it's only one of the others. They reach out, offering help, therapy, anything she needs. Elesa knows she should accept. It's what she would want. But she can't. Not yet. She doesn't have the nerve. Sometimes Elesa walks through Mistralton, tracing the routes she had always loved to guide Elesa around. Sometimes she finds herself at the top of Celestial Tower. It's quiet there. Nothing but wind and spirits. She had always loved it here. They say if the bell rings, comfort comes to the lost. Elesa prays for it to be so, but when she rings the bell, her heart is still adrift and tormented. As the bell slowly sways, Elesa whimpers. "Please, tell me. Tell me how I can find her." She pushes the bell again. It rings. No answer. Elesa's tears run hot down her cheeks. "J-Just tell me what to do. How do I find her?!" She shoves the bell. The ringing hurts her ears. No answer. She wants to scream. "Tell me, please! Tell me where she is! Tell me how to find her!" She punches the bell. Something cracks, hot pain flaring through her arm, but Elesa can't care. She slumps down before the bell, the ringing echoing in her ears, and sobs.

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HEY GUYS, one of my ocs called po is in a tournament, if you could help me by voting on this tweet I would really appreciate it, anyway here are some drawings made in class

Gay people

I think it is adorable that many wrote "submas positivity" on the last post and now I present angst xD So sorry people

elesa is very worried about this.

poor poor elesa...

WELL HELLO, is this an AU that could be classified as a swap? I think, imagine how cool it would be if instead of Ingo getting to Hisui, it was Skyla who did it, it's kind of silly, but I imagined it a few days ago

I made those designs quickly, but I want to try something else

Commission I did of Elesa and Skyla sharing a nice moment together!

One of my favorite pairings, I have to say- loved getting to draw them! 💫

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BRO- 100 FOLLOWERS UOBVEROHUP2F3OBU3F2OBIWCEUBO IM SO HAPPY RN JFE1IN AAAAAAAA /DIES

THANKS SJBDWBJKWOJBXJBWODJNOQD WAAAAA

Apologies again for my absence and the awkward bouts of suddenly posting things but not responding to anything else otherwise! Life has really not been kind to me with all the events it’s thrown my way this past month and it’s been overwhelming trying to manage it all ^^;

But I’m doing ok, just preoccupied with that! Good things have happened as well! (Like I finally got myself these guys!! I love them so much, very happy to have them ;w;)

I want to say though!!

I RECENTLY HIT 4K FOLLOWERS HERE ON TUMBLR!! Thank you all so much!! ^^ And right before my two-year anniversary of this account too, which will be March 8th I believe (going off the date of my first drafted post for this account)! What a gift!

I would love to do something to celebrate both of these things! I’ve been thinking of doing a giveaway of some submas/PLA merch perhaps! We’ll see!

I’ll be thinking on it. But once again, thank you all very much for 4K!! <3

Rin and Len if they were epic

i love skyla, she is so pretty!×)#(×)×(×)

ok I think I should give a context for this... the other day i was talking to my friends I was very sleepy, I started talking about how much I liked Professor Oak and that... then I got a strange drawing of sans x nagito on twitter and uh...I don't know what I was thinking when I did this at 4 AM AAAA

Prof. Oak x gaster canon/JKJKJKJKJKJKJKJKJKJK

Hi! I'm the mod of @i-am-emmet-real and I was just wondering if you could please credit my blog in your description since you're using my artwork as your profile picture. Thanks!

YEP YEP SURE- IM SORRY /cries

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