#scardycyndy

((Been inactive as all hell, and probably not going to finish any NPC events haaaaaah ;w; it's unfortunate because I never got to show much of what I planned for Dinah (there's a fair amount I never got around to revealing) buuut besides real life, I've been deeply involved in another project and I just haven't had the time.

Anyway, I drew these waaaaaaay back in May. Basically I thought, "HEY LET'S DRAW LIKE 30 PIECES OF IMPROMPTU FANART OF OTHER PEOPLE'S CHARACTERS!!!" but I only finished the sketches for these four (i've already given up on the idea of ever colouring these PLEASE FORGIVE ME) so instead of letting them languish forever, I've decided to put up what I have so far.

((GUESS WHAT, BEAR....))

11th person gets: to be handcuffed to my character for 24 hours.

Robin stumbled forward as Dinah pulled him down via their cuffed hands. She grabbed the back of his head and pulled him further in, kissing his clavicle. They both knew she'd leave bite marks later.

"Ah! D-Dinah, not so rough... These cuffs hurt my wrists..."

"And don't you want it to hurt?"

Robin sighed.

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pixyla

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scardycyndy

team-pigback

runaway-unovan

ripperandterror

elflet

askthefacechanger

Allison wandered through the streets of Castelia, looking around. She hadn't really explored that much lately, but she stopped selling at the market an hour ago and it was still too earlyh to find her usual inn to stay. A certain shop caught her eye and she entered.

When she looked around she saw the most beautiful shop she had seen in ages, gorgeous clothes made from many different things displayed proudly. She walked closer to them, inspecting everything curiously. It all seemed very high quality, and made with the care and love of any good creator. She recogized it as all the hard work she put into crafting her pokéballs, and, wondering who could possibly be the owner of the shop, she moved her finger over the different textiles.

"What're we doin' here? Ya clothes are perfectly fine," Boreal murmured, the Chandelure floating just above the girl's head to avoid burning anything. But he knew that expression of hers, the excited glint in her eyes that appeared whenever she wanted something. "Ya en't thinkin' of really buyin' stuff, right? Please tell me ya en't."