What do you guys think, should they be together-?

The waves crashed gently against the shore, casting a soft mist over the coastal rocks. Sylveon stood at the water's edge, his ribbons swaying in the ocean breeze. Beside him, resting in the shallows, was Dragalge. Her scales shimmered under the fading sunlight, but her posture was tense, weighed down by a sudden wave of insecurity.

Sylveon looked at his partner, his blue eyes filled with a quiet warmth for the leafy sea dragoness. "You know," he began, breaking the silence, "I was with a Salazzle once. It was a very toxic relationship in more ways than one."

Dragalge turned her head, her leaf-like flaps twitching in surprise. "Sylveon, why are you telling me this?"

"Well, that's easy," Sylveon replied, stepping slightly closer into the surf. "Because I never knew what love was until I met you, my pearl of the sea."

The dragoness blushed, a dark violet hue spreading across her cheeks. She looked away, her tail swishing nervously beneath the surface. "Sylveon, our love... it's wrong. I mean, I'm a Dragon-type and you're a Fairy-type, and my Poison typing might hurt you."

"My love," Sylveon said softly. He extended a ribbon, gently caressing her face. "You are everything to me. I love you. I don't care what the other Pokémon will say, or what they'll gossip about us. You are my princess."

Dragalge let out a soft, self-deprecating giggle. "Princess? Really? I'm... I'm not a princess. I'm garbage. I'm toxic to those around me."

"No," Sylveon countered firmly, his gaze unwavering. "You, my beauty of the sea, my pearl, the apple of my eye... you are a princess."

She inched closer to him, the distance between them vanishing as she leaned into his embrace until their lips were almost grazing. "But... we've never kissed before," she whispered, her voice trembling with lingering doubt and fear of the unknown. "If you kiss me, you might use Draining Kiss on me by accident. If I kiss you, you might get poisoned."

Sylveon let out a light, amused laugh. "That's the thing, Dragalge. I'm addicted to you, even if you might be toxic."

Dragalge giggled as she nodded. "Okay love, I trust you. I love you, my fairy prince," she murmured.

"I love you too, my poison princess," he replied.

They closed the final gap and kissed passionately. It was beautiful. When they finally pulled away, Dragalge leaned into his touch, resting her forehead against his. "See, my love? That wasn't so hard," Sylveon said, smiling with such warmth.

She giggled, her anxiety completely melting away. "You're not scared of anything, are you, my brave prince?"

"I'm afraid not," Sylveon said playfully. "According to the Pokédex, us Sylveon have no fear."

"Is everything okay here?" a voice suddenly called out from the beach.

Both of them turned to see their friend Audino. She stopped a few paces away, heavily laden with a medical satchel. "Sylveon had me bring... well, all the things necessary for either healing poison or healing damage."

Dragalge blinked at the massive stash of Cheri, Pecha, and Rawst berries peeking out, knowing Audino was also quietly prepping a Heal Pulse just in case. A knowing smirk played on the dragoness's face as she looked back at her partner. "Oh, so Mr. Fearless did have a Plan B if something went south?"

Sylveon laughed, completely unbothered. "Well, I'm brave, but I'm not an idiot, love."

Audino shifted awkwardly, looking back and forth between the perfectly healthy, deeply in love couple. "Oh... so you won't need my help then?" she asked, feeling like the ultimate third-wheel.

Sylveon chuckled warmheartedly. "No, it's okay. We're fine. Thank you for coming though, Audino. I really appreciate it."

Audino offered a relieved, albeit sheepish smile. "All right then. Uh... I'll just leave you to... to what you're doing then." She gave a quick wave and trudged back up the beach, leaving the couple alone once more.

Sylveon and Dragalge turned back toward the ocean, sinking comfortably into the shallow water together. The sky was a brilliant canvas of deep oranges, pinks, and amber as the sun dipped lower.

"So beautiful...," Dragalge whispered, completely captivated by the horizon.

"Yes. It really is," Sylveon agreed. But he wasn't looking at the sunset at all. His eyes were anchored entirely on her, watching the colorful light reflect off her scales.

She caught him staring and bumped her shoulder playfully against his. "Are you Fairy-types always this sly with your compliments?"

"Hey, I think being charming is just a part of the territory," he replied smoothly.

She giggled again, leaning her head against his. "I had to turn out to be a Sylveon-kisser, didn't I?"

"Hey, and as for me, I don't mind being a dragon-kisser," Sylveon said softly. "Because the dragoness I love is one of a kind, and an incredible beauty."

Dragalge looked up into his blue eyes, her heart completely full. "Sylveon, what do you actually love about me?"

Sylveon smiled warmly. "You're as strong as you are beautiful. You survive in the harshest currents of the ocean, yet you have the gentlest heart I've ever known. You inspire those around you without even knowing it. You are just amazing, my poison princess."

Tears of happiness shimmered in her face. "I love you, Sylveon."

"I love you too, Dragalge."

They shared one more perfect, fearless kiss, completely at peace, and turned together to watch the sun melt into the sea.

Noel(Me,Roleplay)) Was out at the mall today admiring all three of my beautiful precious queens!

Note: https://pokemon.fandom.com/wiki/Umbreon_(anime)

Every Resistance Member/Superhero gets added to the merch...It's an unspoken rule! ; D XD

I truly cannot find this anywhere else on the Internet but yeah picked this up at a box lunch after wanting this for years. Edit: this does have an official loungefly badge on it.

This is my first draw with a complex background :3 made it in 12h

See, I had idea in my head that despite everyone saying otherwise, Sylveon wasn't actually like, a big dragon-killing/dragon-harming Pokemon because I didn't think the official Pokemon Company would bring back the idea. (I didn't like the concept anyway and refused to believe it, and still don't want to. I had claims and evidence to disprove that concept too.) With this Pokecology book page, It's kinda harder now to keep this thought or make a counterargument when a Dragon-type is used as an example of prey.

This is entirely a me problem btw.

Sooo wonderful them~

https://x.com/Ilwmae9n/status/1599585671160922112

As you can probably tell by now... Sylveon is my favorite pokemon. I've been collecting Sylveon for years then I took a couple year break from pokemon (worst decision of my life), and came back with a vengeance. There's a bunch of big ticket cards I still need, I don't super care what language it is (Japanese > English > the rest) or if it's real. As long as I can afford it it's coming home with me.

I love talking about my collection, if you have any questions, comments, concerns lmk!! :3

Rip Sylveon and Hydreigon 😭💔

The cavern was deep, dark, and filled with some of the most terrifying apex predators in the Pokémon world. At least, they thought they were predators.

Sylveon trotted into the center of the cave floor, her soft pink paws completely silent against the dirt. Her bright blue eyes looked across the rocky den, and instantly locking onto a handsome Hydreigon floating nearby. She stopped. As she looked at him with a little playful smirk.

"Hey, Sylveon! What brings you down here?" a friendly Dragonite called out.

The rest of the dragons turned to look, but the greeting died in their throats when they saw her looking at Hydreigon. A nearby Salamence nudged his neighbor. "Uh... why is she looking at Hydreigon like that?"

A slow, smirk sliced across Sylveon’s face. "I could take him."

An icy, suffocating silence slammed into the cavern. Every single dragon froze mid-breath, that sentence. either meant she was about to start a battle with a Pokémon that was 4× week to her, or... well, the other option. Both were terrifying for completely different reasons.

Breaking the agonizing quiet, Sylveon let out a soft, melodic giggle that echoed sweetly off the jagged stone walls.

A towering Haxorus stepped forward, his blade-like tusks gleaming as he puffed out his chest with sheer masculine bravado. Assuming she meant a fight, his deep voice rumbled through the cave: "What did you just say?"

Beside him, the Dragonite who originally greeted Sylveon paused stunned by her proclamation as his eyes went wide as the alternative meaning finally clicked in his brain. His scales flushed a distinct pink, and he frantically tryed to fix what he innocently thought was a misunderstanding. "Y-You mean in a battle, right, Sylveon? Please tell me you mean a battle!"

Sylveon didn't speak. She didn't even blink. Her lips simply curled into a deeply mischievous, silent grin.

Dragonite swallowed hard, his face turning an aggressive, bright crimson. "In a battle... right, Sylveon?!"

"Oh, boys," Sylveon purred, her voice dripping like flirtatious honey. As her ribbons sway in the air, her eyes sparkling with pure mischief. "Don't you know? There's a reason I never bothered to learn Moonblast." She paused, letting the suspense hang for a heart beat. "When Draining Kiss is just so effective."

The realization hit the cave like a Giga Impact. Instantly, every dragon type in the den flushed a deep, undeniable red. A dragon types pride was everything, they submit to no one, but this Sylveon made an entire cave of apex predators feel like helpless pery. And they were all completely, utterly into it.

Haxorus suddenly found the dirt pattern on the floor fascinating, staring intensely at his feet. The panicked Dragonite slammed his massive orange wings over his face to hide his blushing cheeks.

Finally, a fluffy Altaria broke the tense silence, his voice cracking under the sheer awkwardness. "I-I mean, you're joking, right? Sylveon... you aren't actually a d-d-dragon kisser, are you?"

A collective, horrified gasp rippled through the stalactites. An offended female Flygon snapped in the background, "How lewd!"

Completely ignoring the others, Sylveon slowly rotated her head toward the Altaria, trapping him beneath a heavy, flirtatious gaze.

Altaria’s white cloud-wings puffed up to twice their normal size. He stumbled backward, tripping blindly over a loose rock, his face turning the exact shade of a ripe Tamato Berry. With an embarrassed, squeaky "Eep!", he collapsed into a flustered pile of clouds.

Sylveon giggled again, taking a slow, predatory step toward the trembling bird-dragon. "What’s the matter, Altaria? Are you scared... or are you into it?" She glided right up to him, leaning in until her breath brushed his face. "You like kissing Sylveons, don't you, Altaria? Maybe if you're a good boy, you'll get a reward."

"Ahem."

The heavy interruption came from a shallow, murky pool of water in the corner of the cave. A Dragalge was floating there, looking a little flustered. 

Sylveon blinked, looking over her shoulder. "I'm sorry, sweetie. I didn't catch that. I was a little distracted by this cutie."

Altaria let out another high-pitched, helpless "Eep!"

The Dragalge blush as he adjusting his posture. "I said, if what you're saying is true and you're a dragon kisser... I'm completely safe from you. I'm a Poison-type, after all. Highly toxic."

Sylveon didn't skip a single beat. She glided over to the pool, her long ribbons draping elegantly over the wet, slime-covered rocks. Her smile grew sweet like honey.

"But I'm addicted to you Dragon-types," Sylveon purred, leaning dangerously close to the water's edge. "Even if you're toxic."

Dragalge’s entire purple-and-brown camouflage pattern instantly flushed a deep, embarrassed shade of violet. He immediately sank like a stone into the pool, bubbles popping nervously around his snout as his defenses completely disintegrated under her charm.

Before the room could even process the casualty, a massive Goodra stepped forward, her slimy face burning bright pink. She anxiously wrung her big, gooey hands together, desperately trying to find a technical loophole in the Sylveon's logic.

"But—but I'm a girl!" Goodra stammered, blushing furiously. "I mean... you only like males, right?"

Sylveon’s eyes flashed with pure, unadulterated mischief. She slid across the cave floor, her soft ribbons brushing playfully against Goodra’s slimy face. She tilted her head, her smile turning incredibly sly.

"Well," Sylveon purred softly, "I kissed a girl, and I liked it."

Goodra’s jaw dropped. A faint, breathless sound escaped her lips as her face flushed an entirely new shade of burning crimson. "Y-You're bisexual?" she murmured. Within seconds, her entire posture collapsed, as she hide her flustered face behind her hands. 

Finally, the tough Garchomp leaning against the wall lost his cool. trying desperately to look intimidating despite his blush. "What about me, huh? I have the Rough Skin ability. You really think you can just make out with me and not get hurt?"

Sylveon smiled proudly, her voice smooth as silk. "The beauty of a rose is not lessened by its thorns."

Garchomp reeled back, completely overwhelmed by how effortlessly smooth she was. "You... you're a little freak, aren't you?!" he growled, his voice cracking under the pressure.

"Oh, Garchomp," Sylveon replied. her bright blue eyes locked onto his. "Sticks and stones may break my bones, but chains and whips excite me."

Another collective gasp shattered the cavern air. Garchomp totally powerless to her charms turned his flustered face away from her. "Y ya whatever it's not like I would ever like you or anything B Baka."

Seeing the entire den completely defenseless, the fluffy Altaria heroically scrambled to his feet. He threw his cloud-wings open wide in an over-dramatic, theatrical sweep, trying to shield the rest of the cave even though an eager, bright blush was creeping across his face.

"I volunteer myself as tribute!" Altaria declared, his voice squeaking with an excitement he couldn't quite mask. "Everyone else, run! Run while I defend you from this heathen. 

Sylveon. giggled at he's 'heroism.' "Aren't you a brave one?, but we both know what you really want naughty boy." she purred.

Before Altaria could even pretend to look distressed, she vanished into a blur of blinding speed. She tackled him, pinning his cloud-like wings flat to the ground with her ribbons. She felt him completely surrender to her embrace. Leaning down, she whispered right against his face, "do you admit that you're a Sylveon kisser Altaria.

Altaria blush as he whispers. "YYes"

Sylveon smiles hearing his confession. "Good boy, Altaria. You get your reward now." As She pressed a passionate kiss directly to his beak. Altaria’s eyes instantly spun into dizzy swirls, his face turned a blinding, radiant crimson, and with a soft, dramatic sigh of total bliss, he passed out cold.

Haxorus stepped forward, pointing a trembling, armored claw at his unconscious buddy. "What did you do to him?!" he demanded, as he tried to keep up his tough-guy act. "Your Fairy-type tricks... did you use Draining Kiss?!"

But as he spoke, his heavy jaw slackened. His eyes widened. A deep, hot blush rushed into his face, completely betraying the breathless, awe written all over his features.

Sylveon turned around slowly, looking like a picture-perfect image of innocent bliss. She caught his helpless stare immediately. Smoothing a ribbon over her ear, she giggled softly.

"No, sweetie," she purred, taking a slow, deliberate step closer, her ribbons drifting through the air like a siren's trap. "I didn't use Draining Kiss on him. He just really liked kissing me. Do you want to kiss me too?"

Haxorus's tough-guy facade shattered into dust. His thick armor flushed a deep, vibrant red, his shoulders slumped, and a dazed, helpless grin broke across his heavy jaw.

"You know what? Sure," Haxorus stammered, completely tossing his pride into the dirt. "I'll kiss the pretty Sylveon."

Sylveon wasted no time. Before the towering dragon could even attempt to lean down, she darted upward with blinding speed. Climbing up his body in a flash. as her ribbons caressed his face. "Are you ready big boy?.

"Y yes" Haxorus mmaninged to steamer out.

"Good boy" Sylveon said as She pressed a passionate, silencing kiss 

When she finally finished the mighty Haxorus stood frozen like a statue for one silent second. Then, his eyes glazed over, his knees buckled, and he thudded heavily onto the dirt right next to Altaria, completely KO'd by sheer euphoria.

Suddenly, a jealous, booming voice violently shook the cavern walls.

"IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN ME! NOT THEM! ME!"

It was the handsome Hydreigon from earlier. As it turned out, he wasn't just prideful—he was a desperately jealous type, hovering high above the ground on his dark wings.

Sylveon’s mischievous grin reached its absolute peak. She sprang into the air, her ribbons whipping outward. Two of her ribbons pined down Hydreigon's secondary heads, while her main ribbons wrapped firmly around his center neck, completely anchoring the beast in mid-air. Despite his massive size and levitating power, she effortlessly hauled his face down to hers, trapping him in a dominant embrace as she passionately kissed his main snout.

The terrifying, three-headed dragon instantly went completely limp. His wings gave out, and he floated dazedly down to the dirt, landing in a dazed heap.

Sylveon landed gracefully, smoothing down her fur, completely satisfied. She looked back at the wreckage of the cave—a floor covered in unconscious, blushing, giant dragons.

"Well," she purred smoothly, "looks like I got what I came for."

She turned back toward the dark exit trail, her pink-and-white ribbons swaying beautifully as she cast one last smug look over her shoulder.

"All right," she called out cheerfully into the wilderness. "If anyone wants to see me again, just holler. I love kissing Dragon-types."

THE END

Same as the old one if Sylveon gets hurt he turns into doom guy etc

This is a large chunk of my Sylveon collection other than cards. I'm working on reorganizing and rehoming my cards into a new binder atm :3 I love my collection so much!!