Tried My Hands At Pixel Art!! So Here's My Sonic OC XD

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 ✨

Just can't stop drawing this guy xD ✨

His name is Vince O'llander 🌊

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A brush with death, and a merciful entity

👀 at least that's what he believes

New Twin Outfits

Anybody else love how they literally just Professor Layton-ified the twins? xD

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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

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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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I watched Underverse recently and I had to draw this goof 💚

Messy because I'm lazy xP

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I like Fresh xP So here's some fanart :3

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Some original stuff :3

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 ;)

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