Panklocalbard - Pank's Art Dump

First Ever Art Blog~

Hiya guys, gals, nonbinary pals  ☆ My name is Pank! I’m an aspiring artist, My pieces aren’t great- but I’m giving it my all <33 I do hope that you all enjoy my content! I would like to add that my inbox is open, so feel free to ask me questions! I do want to state that I would like to keep requests SFW and not NSFW.~ So please keep that in mind! I hope you all have a wonderful day, and thank you for checking my blog out- Stay tuned ;)

Oh boy, a much more detailed piece of my characters// ✨ I recently discovered that my line weight was too heavy :(( still an artist in progress!! ;)

~The sea was calling~ 🌊

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

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So sorry I've been inactive goiz ;∆; I'm alive I promise, just trying to get together new content and taking a small break

I hope u all are doing well :3 ✨

Hey SUBMAS community!! ✨ ✨

I'm still alive >:P ✨

Figured I'd check in with some new art 👀

Enjoy some Ingo for today! :3

Sum Elesa doodles!! ✨

I think she's just pretty! :)

ABSOLUTELY ✨✨✨✨

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

Hey peeps, go check em out! They've got amazing content ✨ @lordtraco-fanfics ✨

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

I'm dying of Art block as well ... Send help xD

Some original stuff :3

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