Ryme City Sylveon
This is Vivi. Heās my Sylveon partner.
Not enough people talk about the Ryme City Incident.
I donāt blame āem. Hell, Ryme City doesnāt wanna talk about the Ryme City Incident. Enough near-world shattering crises happen across all the regions on a semi-annual basis that, honestly, our little spat must have seemed comparatively minor. The bullshit with Chairman Rose and Galar literally happened like not even a year later, and what happened here quickly became history. Doesnāt change the fact that Iāve had to take years of therapy just to get to the point where Iām comfortable talking about it, or at the least blogging about it. Soā¦ hey, here we are.
I was a Sylveon.
Iād like to talk about that, at least, in the best way written words can allow.
It lasted maybe ten minutes, fifteen tops? I didnāt even want to attend the damn parade, but my job had me stationed downtown and it was a big city holiday, so I brought Vivi (the Sylveon in question) with me, found a table at a cafe whose name I canāt remember, and decided to just relax. The floats go up, and next thing I know, R Gas is flooding the streets, and my normally sweet and bubbly partner is going fucking feral. I try to calm him down, and then-
I remember recovering from the disorientation. Being on all fours, and the ribbon-feelers in my view. I remember panicking, stumbling on unfamiliar legs. I remember the feedback loop from my own panic as a feeler touched my own head. I remember seeing Viviās reflection in a tinted window, but not my own, and it all fucking registered then and there. āHoly shit, Iām a Sylveon. Iām Vivi.ā No, Iām not dreaming. Yes, this is real. I remember just staying stock still, not moving, not doing anything, in utter disbelief at what I was looking at. That lasted maybe a few minutes before I hear someone saying to get out of the gas, I turn and see itās an Arcanine. How the fuck do I understand what an Arcanine is saying? Oh right, Iām a Sylveon, that would explain it. What the fuck is going on!? We crowded around a clear part of the sidewalk, the Arcanine, who I presume is a RCPD Officer, and is just as disoriented as I am, is just trying to keep us in order, asking us if we remember our names, our homes, that sort of thing. Normally Iām an ACAB sort of guy, but bless this dude in particular, he tried so hard.
And then it hits me, āWait, what the hell happened to my Vivi.ā Iām in his body, but I donāt know what happened to his mind. And frankly, that scares me more. Thereās no universe where this is okay to begin with, but definitely not if it cost me my actual Sylveon. Iām cognizant enough to not begin screaming for him like heās lost. I recognize I am him. But I still miss him.
As Iām putting all that together, I think the gas finally starts wearing off andā¦ This is where words kind of fail, but, I sensed him, I feel his mind or consciousness or whatever rubbing against mine, and the sheer relief we felt, and then the confusion, and then justā¦ acceptance. Joy. Love.
The Love.
We take that shit for granted.
I will repeat myself.
We take that shit for granted.
If you have a Sylveon partner, I guarantee whatever amount of love and adoration you feel for it is not even a fraction of a fraction of the love it feels for you. Iām not even trying to undersell you. Iām sure you love your partner dearly. Sylveon really is a somewhat unique case. Eevee has to love you in order to evolve into a Sylveon. And when you return and reward that love in kind, Itās justā¦
Iām crying as I remember this.
For maybe a few minutes, I felt and truly understood just how much Vivi loves me. How much it dominates his being, his soul, his very fucking essence. I felt literal Infinity Energy channeled in the form of Love. And no, it wasnāt anything untoward. I donāt wanna marry my Sylveon or anything and he doesnāt wanna marry me. But he was so ride-or-die that his consciousness taking a back seat to my mind and soul piloting his body didnāt bother him in the slightest. Shit, it excited him, because he realized he got to share his feelings for me in a way that would have otherwise been impossible, and sweet Arceus did he share.
And then Mewtwo broke the spell, and it was over. Our minds split apart and I had my body back. We just stood and stared at each other. Vivi eventually got brave enough to grab me with a ribbon andā¦
We hugged for a long, long time when we got home.
How do you answer that? How do you live after feeling love like that, raw and unfiltered, and having it sheared away? Knowing your PokĆ©mon loves you in inexpressible, infinite, uncontrollable ways that makes your own love for it in return pale in comparison? In the aftermath, there were some days where I just couldnāt look Vivi in the eyes because I felt like I didnāt deserve him.
I canāt. Match. That.
And there was fucking nothing I could do about it. It depressed me for years and still does. What could I do? What, leave him? Push him away? Resent it? Fuck no. Those feelings are a fucking gift and it took me a long time to understand that fully. He wouldnāt have that love if my own pitiful-in-comparison love didnāt spark his evolution. Not a day goes by I wish 5/10 didnāt happen. But in the same vein, I appreciate that it did. Howardās vision was misguided, flawed to its core, and despicable. Being my Sylveon was terrifying, wondrous, and beautiful. Iām almost certain Iāll never feel love like that in my life ever again, and Iām resigned to live with it. But I am happy, overjoyed even, to know itās there, directed at me and no one else.
I love my Sylveon. And he - capital āLā- Loves me.
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Tbh I really admire how you express yourself in such an unique way, I never met someone that like this stuff, like yeah I see videos I guess but it's the first time I see posts or drawings like yours (Because in the tf the character still resembles his "normal" form)
Anyways, I admire you and I hope I can be as awesome as you! Best wishes
Thanks, I appreciate it. I'm always surprised by how many people say I'm unique or a trailblazer for focusing on TF in which the final form greatly resembles the original form. Some of my all-time favorite TFs are that way. I guess it goes against the whole point of transformation, yeah?
I dunno. For me, I think I'm into TF because I love the idea of having sensations and experiences you could only dream of in your original human form. I want to be something else, but I still want to be "me".
Again, thanks for the kind words!
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Thanks so much again for the commission!! Iām so happy to hear you had a blast working on this!!
Please go commission @hopehjort!
Commission for @the-coast-is-safe
they wanted a transformation sequence of their character and can I just say?
What a BLAST. I'm dying to do more of these in the nearby future.
Thank you for your commission!
For people interested, my pinned post have my prices
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Well, Iāve thought about it for a while. Itās time to put a consistent name to this faceā¦
Itās AJ. Thatās what Iām calling my shameless self-insert, my ātruesonaā, and all his variants, in the context of stories and lore I put him in.
Heās me, but also not. As in, his personality wonāt always line up with my own, and his experiences most certainly wonāt, either.
You can still call me āUnclearā, but youāre also welcome to call me AJ. (Donāt make it parasocially weird, though.)
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