I Miss The Sound Of Your Voice Next To Mine.

Have some Kudari/Emmet crackpot doodles!!

The thought of him being the more unhinged twin is just as funny if not more xD

Submas brainrot for the win! 👀

Uh... UHHHHHHHH ✨

HAVEVS XDHDHDHD

HAVE SOME MORE SUBMAS BRAINROT >:)

Imma passively AGGRESSIVELY give it to u

Brainrot doodles for this evening - enjoy!!! ✨

Back on track for this week~

⚠️!!!ALL ABOARD!!!⚠️ ;3

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ಠ◡ಠ don't mind the awful phone xD

~The sea was calling~ 🌊

Art of my Fathomless Warlock for the upcoming campaign my group is starting :3

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I-I don't even have the words, this is beyond epic yo! ✨:3

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Teeny tiny ficlet based on this by @panklocalbard

(tw unreality? It gets glitchy)

Emmet

His name was Emmet.

In a thousand realities his name was Emmet.

Alone

He was alone.

In two thousand realities he was alone.

The weight piled on as light streamed in harshly from above him, fracturing into so many colors by the time it reached him. So too did he fracture in the weight of the memories that flooded in.

Desperation after desperation, a million voices all his own were crying out for an answer, a solution. Some shared memories. Wormholes, pokemon, tears in the fabric of reality. Most, like him, had nothing to offer.

Ingo was gone.

That truth was the only unifying factor as the fracturing continued. He was Emmet, had been Emmet, what was he now? Who were they now? A million cries at once, a million colors painting the floor in meaningless shapes.

Ingo was gone.

Their body broke down in the chair, hands clenched together against their forehead as the sob ripped through in a thousand horrendous echoes.

Reality couldn't hold the magnitude, it broke as well. Glitched. Colors desaturated, leaving merely red white and black.

He felt in motion even while still, duplicated yet detached, destroyed yet not dead. Colors, memories, feelings not his own were banished. The game righted itself.

What game?

He was Emmet.

He was alone.

He would find I̶̧̛̮̖̣̠̪̲͙̝̬͍͉̪͚͓̻̤̙̞̙͈͙̩̭̤̤̐̍̾̅̒̓̇̄̓͗̎̇̈́̽̈̽̑̾͌̈́̈́̕̕͜͝͝͠ń̷̢͚̰̝̠̣̭̻̖͍͉͔̹͚͍̬̻̲͓͉͚̪͚̫̫̰̯̔̀̑͑̽̌̂͋̀͂̀̓̄̑̏̔͋̍̈́͆̋͐̔̐͊͘̚̕͜͜͝͝͝ͅͅģ̸͕̠̭̣̪̬̮͕̠͈͍͈͉̙͔̮̻̪̗͎̱̟̩͕͇̬͉͖̪̹͉̠̰̟͈̃̀͌̉̿͆̇̍̈́̀͂̽̈́̑͋͐̅̏̈́͋́͋͌̆͝͝͝ͅǫ̷̧̡̢̛̠͖̞̣̼͈̲̝̮̙͓̫̰̘̰̲̠̳̟̦̰̹̣̜͓͚̹̤̒͊́̈́̒͛͊̂̈́̊̈́͑̓̂̋͋̆͛̓̿͐͛̈́̄̌̀̂͗̈́̓̕͜͜͝͠

Some more random doodles! ✨

Half Elf Twins, Tryaz and Tryes

:(

Shortly arriving home after a rather glum day, Elesa finds herself staring at an old photo. Receiving a call from another gym leader, explaining Emmet's absence from Ingo's funeral.

"I don't blame him for not coming, he still believes Ingo is out there" :(

I imagine it must have been horrible for Emmet and Elesa after his disappearance. The sleepless nights, the paused events, and the endless searching. ~

I sure hope Ingo comes back home to Nimbasa 💛 🤍 🖤

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Who doesn’t love some OFF content? xP Here’s my first attempt at The Batter

To my fellow followers xD and other viewers I'm still alive lol, just been busy ;3 Have an awesome day ✨

I'll be posting soon ✨✨✨

Hey SUBMAS community!! ✨ ✨

I'm still alive >:P ✨

Figured I'd check in with some new art 👀

Enjoy some Ingo for today! :3