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sewatari-art · 9 months
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Can't remember how I drew the top 2/3 (yesterday) and the bottom 1/3 turned out weeeiiirrd (now)? Not getting into The Zone today.
Buuuut I like the face ♡´・ᴗ・`♡
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avakkins · 1 year
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ナンジャモ | 七灯ツバキ@お仕事募集中
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heyclaudiadaro · 8 months
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Perdón jaja
Por algo Black se llama Black
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embbu · 1 year
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The Great Warden Melli ♥
I've started to slowly experiment with coloring and backgrounds and so far it's been a nice experience!
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bakufuun · 2 months
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it's his birthday. give him gift
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misclogarts · 3 months
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probably inaccurate d4 pokemon assignments
(disclaimer: i literally know nothing about pokemon i'm going off of vibes only)
Rinku: would probably have an aipom on her team (that steals her food. constantly.). also a heracross. I feel like she would have a few bug types on her team
Muni: has a buneary. Maybe a bulbasaur also (just because the shape reminds me of nyochio lol)
Esora: fire type trainer? would probably have a tepig or delphox
Noa: has a sylveon. used to be an eevee, but she loved it so much it evolved
Towa: water type trainer. has an azumarill, mantyke, and spheal
Rika: has a gyarados. i like to think she just came home one day with a magikarp and they became buddies from then on
Dalia: probably???? blaziken, sawk, and a machamp (who is equally afraid of ghosts as she is)
Hiiro: psychic type trainer. no specific pokemon comes to mind with her lol (probably has an audino..?)
Nagisa: has electric type pokemon. joltik maybe? or jolteon (they remind me of her hair)
Miyu: for some reason i thought she would have an audino or a clefairy?? so there's that
Haruna: gallade. she has a gallade.
Kurumi: any little bastard pokemon
Miiko: she would probably pick up scary-looking pokemon (cofagrigus), mischievous ones (gengar), the sad little paper towel (mimikyu), or anything with a creepy backstory (driftloon). so ghost/dark/psychic
Michiru: teddiursa? just because of the bear on her head lol
Lumina: would it be legal to give her legendary pokemons. jirachi.
Weronika: has an ursaring and a primeape which matches her shitty temper lol
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alizardjae · 1 year
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I would die for this Meganium
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deepobeepo · 2 years
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He give a flower
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janekfan · 2 years
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“L’Lady.”
The Zoroark ambush had been quite successful. Ingo didn’t blame them. Due to the bad weather, they’d inadvertently wandered into their territory and he couldn’t fault them for protecting their young.
Especially considering the bad blood between his adopted clan and the entire species.
Nor did he blame Lady Sneasler for the parallel set of ragged claw marks tearing through the ratty sleeve of his uniform. The pack had the audacity to attack a Noble and her Warden and Lady Sneasler had become blinded in her anger. The poison made his forearm throb, having thrown it up in self defense to catch the attack when a well placed illusion caught the corner of her eye.
In the ensuing silence, yips and howls marked the Zoroarks’ retreat.
The wild might in her heaving chest and raised hackles terrified him and only instinct kept Ingo in place, hands still raised as the realization struck her like a well placed Tackle.
“It is alright.” Soothing, voice soft and low. “I am. Unharmed.” Mostly. The wound was small compared to what tragedy could have happened and he had supplies to treat it back at his tent. But more immediately, his Noble was panicking. Eyes wide and scared, claws trembling. “Let us depart this place and return to our home station.” She flinched away from his touch with a whine. “It was an accident, Lady. One we will avoid in the future. I know you meant no harm.” The temperature was getting to him, the chill in the air biting his lungs with every breath and nipping at his fingertips. And they had yet to reorient themselves. “Now, please help me in finding the way back. Little Lady and M are too small for this cold and cannot assist us.” Ingo spoke firmly, heart pounding, while the poison being pushed forcefully through his veins began to make itself known in the weird, heavy feeling in his limbs. “My Lady!” Raising his voice against her felt wrong, but it wouldn’t be long now before he couldn't walk. It was enough to shake her out of her stupor and she lifted her face to the wind, drawing in the scents around them before pointing decisively. “Bravo! Excellent work!”
It turned out they hadn’t been far off course in the first place. Merely turned around in the snow and further confused by the illusions of the pack of surprised Pokemon they’d blundered into. Even so, Ingo was exhausted and aching by the time his modest yurt came into view.
“Sleep well, my Lady.” He tipped his hat, injured arm tucked behind his back, and waited patiently for her customary departing ruffling of his head. Instead, she regarded him with guilt for a long, attenuated moment before bounding off in the direction of her den and Ingo let the full brunt of just how poorly he felt crash into him with all the weight and force of an oncoming train. No matter; he could deal with this. Then he would work on reassuring his Noble that he harbored no ill will and didn’t blame her for the injury.
Ingo shrugged out of his bulky coat, examining the clean tear and decided to conduct repairs later when an unexpected wash of nausea rolled through him. Before continuing with his rudimentary assessment, Ingo chewed thoughtfully on a slice of dried Pecha berry before taking a long pull from his water skin. He popped another sliver into his mouth and examined the slashes in his Pearl clan tunic. Thankfully, he had another that would suffice until he had the wherewithal to sew this one up. Another bite and he was already feeling a bit better for the natural antitoxin steadily doing its job. Next, he peeled himself out of the black, skintight layer to get at the thin line no longer even leaking blood. Lord Sinnoh, this could have been so much worse. His adrenaline soaked scent must have blocked the metallic tang because he wouldn’t normally have been able to fool her so easily.
Still, infection was a very real possibility out here, so despite the weariness tugging at his eyelids, Ingo cleaned it thoroughly before applying a salve and wrapping it securely. Safety first and all that. He nibbled on the last wedge, releasing his two partners for a meal and bedtime. Little Lady immediately noticed the bandage and Mirage was sniffing the fruit in his hand. The tent was filled with squeaks and barks of worry.
“I am fine. Your mother and I were waylaid by wild Pokemon which is why your dinner is so late.” Ingo explained while preparing their bowls. “This is a minor injury and I have already treated it.” He had to lavish the pair of them with pets and ply them with reassurances before they were settled enough to eat and Ingo bid them good night, groaning with the bliss of finally laying his tired body down to sleep.
It was late morning when Ingo woke up with M and Little Lady snuggled up to his side. Comfortably warm, he could ignore the general feeling of malaise reminiscent of the onset of a minor illness. He’d take it easy today, obviously still recovering from the effects of the poisoning received the night before, and not willing to push himself and risk the ire of both Noble and Clan Leader. After a light breakfast, Ingo stepped into the bright noon sun and raised his Celestica flute, playing specifically for Lady Sneasler’s particular ear.
Whole minutes passed and Ingo wondered aloud if she was engaged with something else, when Little Lady perked up, gesturing to the small copse of trees just at the edge of the area he’d claimed for his own.
“My Lady!” He greeted her enthusiastically, but was no less confused when she didn’t come any closer. “I see. You are still upset about yesterday.” No answer, but she did look away from him, gaze cast melancholy to the ground. “I understand losing control in that way must have frightened you.” Her growl reached him and he was undeterred. She could deny it all she wanted; her body language was speaking plainly for her. “I will continue in my duties and give you the space you require, but as my duties extend to your wellbeing, I will be checking on you regardless. In time, this memory will fade.” Ingo always marveled at the expressiveness of Pokemon and she was no exception. She was agonizing over the incident. “We will be alright. I promise.”
And she was gone.
Little Lady chirruped in question, looking between him and where her mother had stood just seconds before and far too perceptive for her own good. Ingo sighed and explained, enduring the scolding and subsequent investigation of his arm. Tender, but the Pecha berry seemed to have worked its magic and he wasn’t experiencing any acute poisoning symptoms.
Days passed. Lady Sneasler kept her distance. Wouldn’t come near him but for the call of his flute and even then, only to be of assistance with tasks she deemed too dangerous for them to handle alone; straying alphas and the like. Never to keep his company.
It was.
Unexpectedly lonely.
Today though, something was different. Worse, really, and as the hours wore on, Ingo wore out and he trudged back much earlier than he normally would, snuggling down into his futon after feeding his Pokemon.
“Just tired, M.” Mirage wasn’t convinced, that much he could tell, and neither was Little Lady. “I will rest and repair. Be, be running on all cylinders soon.” He’d looked for more berries when the nausea returned, but being so late in the season he’d been out of luck and without the energy to stray very far Ingo turned to home.
He woke with no appetite. A pounding head, body aches. Ingo checked his arm, doing his best to ignore the large, worried eyes of his partners, and noted it was healing into a clean, fine scar. Scrubbing his hands down his face, Ingo blinked hard to dispel a wave of dizziness. He wasn’t well. Felt like he was moving through water, sluggish and slow.
It was becoming clear his Lady’s poison was too strong for the antidote he’d taken. Shaky and weak, Ingo laid back down, shivering.
“Snea?”
“Rua?”
“You mustn’t tell your mother.”
“Nea!” Anger flashed in her eyes and Mirage’s aura flared dark.
“Please understand, I would not ask if. If I did not think it was for the best.” He didn’t have the breath to continue, instead laying on his back and letting the ceiling swirl around above him. “My cab will sort this out on its own and she, she already–” he missed her. The purpose she gave him. Her companionship. What if their relationship couldn’t recover from this? Why wasn’t he paying more attention? If he’d been faster, smarter? He could have prevented this from even happening! It wouldn’t be a fun ride by any means, but he was confident he’d be fine with a few days of rest. He’d rather that pain, than the pain of losing his Noble. Little Lady nuzzled his face, licking away the tears he didn’t even realize were falling. “A bit more time. Please, this will, it will pass.” And everything will go back to the way it was supposed to be. They comforted him as best they could, curling up with him to keep him warm.
The low grade fever spiked in the evening and despite drinking all the water he could hold, Ingo’s mouth was dry as Jumpluff fluff. He alternated between lava hot and glacial cold, resisting when M tugged the blankets up or Little Lady replaced the cold cloth.
“M…M…s’so h’hot.” He endured their scolding, their pleas. Curling up tight to shiver uncontrollably, begging them not to give him away in between bouts of his rambling babble. In his more lucid moments Ingo forced himself to eat and forced himself to keep it down, reassured his partners and apologized for the burden he’d become. “Soon. Another day. Two at most.” He could barely stand, muscles spasming painfully and often.
More and more he slept, plagued by nightmares, memories? Bolting awake. Shadows congealed. Slipping down canvas walls, pooling on the floor, he’d drown. Drown if he stayed here and let the dark have him.
Something flickered in the corner of his eye but when he turned to look there was nothing there, there was never anything there. Dizzy, he gasped for oxygen and found none, striking out with an uncoordinated arm in an attempt to catch himself as he fell into the sticky penumbra at his feet. Danger, escape. His Pokemon–where? Who? Why couldn’t he remember? Why was he like this? Why couldn’t he hold onto anything good? Please let them have escaped.
Pleasepleaseplease
Howling woke him. Barking and hissing. Sharp glistening claws in a blizzard of white and black and red tracing glowing paths through both dust and dim light. Climbing in and out of invisible chasms like fissures in the crust of the world, here for his blood and vying for his throat. In a churning mass of unquenchable wrath, the deafening curse of their voices in unison cut through the air like a scream. One or one hundred, the Zoroark moved in concert with each other, taking the place of one another seamlessly, seething in a crooked maelstrom of ruinous energy that became worse with every passing moment and Ingo recognized something of himself in every glittering, toothy grin.
Inescapable, but he had to try, had to keep his promises, cling to a life he didn’t understand, hadn’t wanted, needed like he needed air in his lungs. Dashing in and out of the fog and smoke, cleaving his skin, razors marking him over and over and over; brazen and bold and braver than he could ever be because they were infinite and he. And he.
Was alone
ever alone
one half.
Run. Run. Run.
As they tugged and pulled and tried to keep him trapped in this endless dark.
Finally, Ingo stumbled into a landscape lit up by the moon. Powdery drifts glistened like diamonds, banishing the shadows one after another as they tried to pursue him. Rent in two by the light and sweet Sinnoh, the relief was like wine as Ingo fell, panting, into the snow, blissful cold on his hot, hot skin.
Safe, at least for a moment.
A borderless length of time passed and Ingo would be hard pressed to tell anyone what occurred within. It was a haze of hurting and being touched by unfamiliar hands. Moved whether he wanted it to happen or not. Horrible tinctures poured down his throat that made him shed silent tears because no one would listen to his warnings about the danger they were all in. The things hiding in darkness and shadow. He was useless, frightened, confused. Glimpses of a familiar white coat caused him to weep and worry in turns because he was sorry, so, so sorry that he’d done this, even if he didn’t have enough memories to be sure what ‘this’ was. Cool cloths soothed some of the blistering heat and there were moments in between the suffering where he was sure he’d never again open his eyes.
But he did.
And he felt dreadful. So sick. Still pained and barely able to lift a finger. Gently, as though he might break, a damp cloth swept over his hot face and across his brow, sweeping the embarrassment trickling slow down his cheeks away.
“Ingo?” Soft and kind and he did Melli the courtesy of tipping his face toward him but didn’t remember much after that.
“You should’ve told me.” Ingo listed weakly where he sat with his partners in his lap, wrung out and still so, so tired, but with sense enough to feel ashamed. After a strict regimen of teas, potions, and elixirs crafted by Melli’s expert hands, Ingo appeared to be on the mend, albeit slowly. Lord Electrode’s Warden explained for what was probably the dozenth time, seeing as Ingo couldn’t hold a thought in his head for longer than a moment when he first started coming out of it, that he’d succumbed to Lady Sneasler’s poison. “It isn’t like your beloved Sneasels, you great fool.” He’d sighed, forcing a cup of something bitter into his hands. “A Noble Pokemon such as your Lady is deadly even in the smallest of doses."
“Thought…”
“Well, I highly doubt that.” Melli scoffed, but it was a soft thing, tempered by understanding. “Imagine my surprise waking up to your delinquents clawing at my door.” A put upon sigh. “Doubt I shall ever get the marks out.” One of his soft hands found its way to Ingo’s forehead. “Still feverish, but you should be out of danger. Take your medicine.”
“Thank you.”
“We found you in the snow.” Wholly ignoring Ingo’s gratitude, Melli continued puttering around the yurt, organizing myriad supplies. Making up his bedroll. How many days–? “Who goes wandering around in the dead of night dressed in naught but a yukata? One might ask.” Ingo could guess. Melli’s voice took on a thoughtful tone. “My Lord Electrode and I. We are no strangers to accidental injuries. Temper and strength; well you can imagine. But we learned. Just like you will learn.”
“Why are you being so kind?”
“The Great Melli is always kind.” Ingo didn’t bother to argue. “In time, you will become immune, as all Sneasler Wardens have had to. In the meantime,” he pulled out his own flute and Ingo’s chest went tight. “This has gone on long enough.”
Even just hearing her arguing with Melli through the thin walls made Ingo anxious and he buried his fingers in M’s silky fur, staying grounded in the familiar texture. Little Lady kept up a comforting purr, reassuring him that everything would be alright.
Ingo had his doubts.
As a Warden he’d been coming up pretty short.
He jumped when the door snapped open, regretting it when his head swam.
“You should talk.” Melli gestured for the young ones to follow him. “We will be outside if you need us.” To Lady Sneasler, the other Warden bowed. “Try not to distress him?” And with a flourish, he’d gone, leaving them alone.
“Sit, please, my Lady.” She didn’t often join him inside, preferring her wide open skies and craggy cliffs, but she obliged, worry warring with anger in her expression. “I will be fine, but. Will we?”
“Sler.”
“I do not regret asking them to keep the secret.” It was the truth and she growled at that, gesturing widely in the small space, freezing immediately when her claws arced too close to Ingo before withdrawing slowly. “I thought it would make things between us worse and I greatly underestimated your poison. Had you been a mere Sneasel, no doubt I would have recovered quickly.” Ingo forced himself to sit straight despite the exhaustion tugging at his limbs. “I will not make the same mistake again.” He felt more than heard her rumbling as it traveled through the floor. She was angry with him. With herself. “Warden Melli said we would learn and I trust his wisdom. I will not behave in this way again, please–” hot tears stung his eyes. The weight of his failures was pressing the air from his body. “I do not fear you and it, it hurts to see you fear yourself, so please.”
Don’t abandon me.
“You will not hurt me. You would never.” She huffed, throwing a scornful look in his direction, imploring him to look at himself and the damage she’d wrought. At this, Ingo climbed to his feet, the weakness in him so profound he very nearly swooned. Lady Sneasler was shouting now, discarding her silent wrath like a tattered coat, torn between rebuke and admonition and while Ingo agreed with her that he should not be standing, he had to do something. Even if it was just losing feeling in his legs such that she had no choice but to catch him, or watch him knock what little memory he did retain clean out of his head. “See?” Breathless, giddy, as she held him, still loudly reprimanding his questionable decisions, while gently maneuvering him back into bed. Shadow swept across Ingo’s vision and he fought to stay awake.
“Snea, snea…” She soothed, as if he were one of her unruly children, grooming his face with a sandpaper tongue as he was pulled under by the tide.
“You are both too headstrong for your own good.” Melli was preparing the raw materials for several strong doses of antitoxin and Ingo was doing his utmost to learn quickly. It was difficult with the other Warden’s grandstanding, but he couldn’t deny the truth of it. “If you would but learn from the fine example, nay, the gift of perfection, myself and Lord Electrode provide you, we’d all be in a far better place. Really though, it’s a wonder you’ve turned out to be a half-decent Warden in the first place, having fallen into the lap of the Pearl Clan.”
“Indeed.” Things were as they should be with Lady Sneasler on her mountain and responding to his flute again, and his partner Pokemon curled up close to the fire, tuckered after battling Melli’s for a few exciting rounds. Other than a lingering fatigue, Ingo felt almost back to normal and had gone on his rounds earlier in the day, determined that he’d never be caught like this again. If not for his own sake, for his Noble. She deserved better than that.
“Really, the time I waste coming to your rescue time and again. It’s almost as if you’re seeking out my attention.” Melli’s expressive hands stopped moving as though he was struck with a sudden thought, lips curling up in a delighted and mischievous grin. “Oh, Warden!” The Delcatty that got the cream. “Is that what this has all been about?”
Oh dear.
"All this fuss, I'm flattered, truly."
Oh dear.
"Warden Melli, I assure you!" Though he couldn’t deny spending this time together had been more than pleasant, Ingo would never want to imply, or, or impose?
“Next time the mood strikes, just visit.” Melli offered Ingo a warm and genuine smile, a bit shy and surprisingly apprehensive as he peered from beneath dark lashes. “My door is always open.”
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ghostypetrainer · 2 years
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'New' trainer Nobori is about to take on the Unova gym challenge for the 2nd time and is excited to kick ass. But within the first few towns he meets a purple-haired melli look alike that is even more of a bitich then his ancestor ever was. Combined with the reports he has to write, Nobori realizes that his journey will not be all fun and games.
Tsubaki: What is UP with you? Why is your skin BLUE?
Nobori, who is having an extended flashback of all the trouble Melli put him through in Hisui: I have a rare skin disease. It's contagious.
Tsubaki, backing up a step: what
Nobori, already removing one of his gloves: yeah, if I touch you, you'll start turning blue too.
(Tsubaki nopes out. Nobori chases him.)
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rlynudetree · 2 years
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have you seen him now you have : )
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It’s Done! Finally after so long! It’s done and in time for Halloween Too! Happy Halloween guys! Enjoy
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heyclaudiadaro · 5 months
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El silververse parte 8 o 9 ya no recuerdo.
Perdí a un Silver, tendré que buscar uno nuevo.
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embbu · 1 year
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The last drawing I made on Jun’s Valentine’s Day Magma drawing session; Adaman and Melli. ♥
About the quote; I really wanted to add in the Diamond Clan saying that Adaman mentions in the game!
You can see the rest of the drawings from this session here. (The little Chaotic!Emmet was drawn by BeastKonoha.)
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blxxdingtoy · 1 year
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HGSS Jo's big adventure
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So... a obscure manga of pokemon has become my will to live for a while. And Tsubaki and Jo are everything to me. Gotta thanks @heyclaudiadaro for their scan bcs that made it so much easier for me to draw them (mainly Jo)
Bonus:
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