#rambling oops

*waves* @camachine I am going to use you as an excuse to talk more hope you don’t mind

Short answer: yes (extremely violent pink characters) (affectionate)

Long Answer:

I enjoy bouncing blorbos around in my head and combining hyperfixations- ive a whole army of eeveelutions back here

Your post reminded me of the sketch sitting in my notebooks and maybe inspired me to finish and post them

Rambling time:

Earliest draft had both wings and neck ribbon, but that got incredibly messy, so I opted for one or the other.

The put pattern is meant to look like cape! Or a covering, make him look more intimidating (had a wolf in mind)

Maybe the ribbon turn into wings? I tried to go with feather/wing shape on the ribbons later to compensate

Also tried to implement the four-point star as much as possible. There was going to be magical girl-esque eye markings, but it felt too cluttered, so I dropped it

Colours were such a a struggle, i wanted to add gold, but i stuck to the usual sylveon colours

The ribbon style was originally one over the other ear (like you see down here) But I don’t know, the ribbon both over one ear felt cooler/more practical

(Left is one of the earlier drafts, Right is more recent)

Headcanon time but her handler at the farm was deeply psychologically abusive, and one of the easiest ways she found to hurt Lydia was by using her weight as a blunt object.

She would claim that during certain missions, Lydia hadn’t been groped or jeered at, and was just being too sensitive. After all, people aren’t attracted to fat slobs, and she’s not even a real person, so how could she be a victim of anything like that?

She’d make pig noises or gag if Lydia had to eat around her and often make recommendations to the canteen staff that Lydia’s calorie intake should be restricted.

She’d comment on her uniforms and how they fit. Comment on her body while Lydia was in those damned hospital gowns and couldn’t hide anything.

And then she would turn around and encourage Lydia to steal bites of forbidden fruit out in the world. Have a bite of cake, a lick of ice cream. And those things were delicious! And the sugar rush was a hit to her senses that she began to associate with doing well. She was doing well when she got to eat sweets. A reward and a treat and something she should hunger for as much as she hungers for the approval of the people around her.

So when Lydia escaped the first time, it was a double edged sword of finding that not everyone thought or behaved the way her handler did…but that some people did. There were comments about how the sidestep skin suit fit, about how her body looked on magazine covers and jokes when people suggested she and charge might be dating that the marshal had super models at his disposal, why would he date someone who looked like her?

Then after heartbreak, after the second farm stay, when she was genuinely unwell…she was also thinner than she had ever been. She was weaker, sure, out of shape and damaged, but she could feel the thoughts of people around her.

For those brief moments, their approval of her, their unseen and unspoken and passing-thought approval of her, felt like some of the vast empty hunger in her had been quieted.