them <3

crazy uniform for a pilot

I need to finish black n white man

artwork from the pokémon trainers merchandise line » part i

Commission for @selkiebinch :D

i love skyla, she is so pretty!×)#(×)×(×)

Pokémon Animatic: Who Broke It?

Finally finished up this little project!

Have this video I drew of my some of my favorite gen 5 characters bickering and pointing fingers at one another. Big Gay Unovan Family Drama-

I'm pretty happy with how this turned out! I had fun with the little animated sections-

Also this frame:

The kids camping on their journey

@ingo-ingoing-ingone here it is! Hope you like it ^^

Don't Judge a Heart by its Size!🖤💛🤍

(🚇⚡ft. 🎨&✈️)

*notes:

Elesa, Burgh and Skyla for me is the Rainbow Trio for sure heh

Skyla and Burgh holding one of each twin's hearts and how they handle it at the last panel do have slight significance to their friendship lol

Skyla is close to Ingo, since he seems more sincere and interested with her field of work as well as the aerial side of transportation despite being a train fanatic

Burgh is somewhat close to Emmet, they have bug-types and of course they bond over that, though they do bicker and try outsassing each other during their convos

Before pride month closes out, here's a little something for some of my favorite ships! 🏳️‍🌈😁

snow

lees and skyla

not many new art as of recent, but i did make some fun pokemas photos :3c

Submas Prompt: Not even Hours -

Ingo opens his eyes. Darkness first, soon giving way to the silver gaze of moonlight through the window. It takes a moment for his vision to adjust, but frankly he need not see to know Arceus had upheld its end of the bargain. He can feel the comforting swathe of his own bedsheet beneath him. He can hear the faint ticks of the old clock on his mantlepiece. The familiar warmth, the familiar smell- a mix of oils and metals. Home. Breathing deeply, Ingo sits up, places himself at the foot of his bed. It's almost hard to believe that he's here. His hands brush over the smooth duvet. His eyes take in familiar features. His own room. His own house- more accurately, his and Emmet's. Or is it? Ingo can't imagine Emmet would have beared to stay without his brother. He has to take this slowly. Ingo knows he's been gone a long time. Three years, five months, ten days, and four hours. He needs to adjust quickly, find out what's happened in his absence before revealing himself. If the house has new owners, having the police called on him wouldn't be a good start. But wait. The room hasn't changed, has it? The wardrobe, the desk, the model trains, even his laptop. Everything is where it was when he 'left'. Something about that perturbs him. Emmet may have wished to keep what he had left of his brother intact, true, but the laptop would have been sold, wouldn't it? No sentimental value there. And if the laptop was there, then- Ingo looks back to the drawers beside the bed. His phone is there. Again, Emmet wouldn't have kept it, once he'd scoured through all the messages in an effort to find clues of where Ingo had gone. The perturbing feeling settles in his gut and writhes. Ingo reaches for the phone, unlocks it. Still has charge, still the same code. If he has been gone for as long as he has, Ingo considers, then doubtlessly he'd have received plenty of texts enquiring where he was. He opens his messages. Ingo feels a chill go down his spine as he reads the top message. Not because of any real unease to it. It's Skyla, somehow sounding flustered through text, asking him for advice on what to wear for Elesa's latest TV gig. Should she go fancy? Go casual? She doesn't want to make her girlfriend look bad on live television. His reply is there; go casual. Elesa's only rule about inviting her girlfriend to events was that Elesa always had the fancier outfit. His hands shake. He looks at the time the messages were sent. He shifts back, looks at other texts. Little Lacey, reminding him that she'd be home from the Academy for the Christmas break and that he and Emmet had PROMISED to take her on the multi-battle Subway. Drayden, once again stumped on what to do about his flunking grandson and clearly desperate for anyone's help. One of the Triplets, suggesting a train that was also a restaurant (he had advised taking up the matter with Emmet). Absolutely no-one, not even his brother, is asking where he's gone. The feeling in his gut writhes harder. Ingo feels oddly out of breath, like he's swaying, dazed, disorientated. A horrible thought is dawning on him. Ingo remembers when he was taken by Arceus, right down to the minute. Eight thirty-five PM, December 15th, 2015. Shaking, he exits his messages and checks the date. December 15th, 2015. Eleven forty-seven PM. The phone falls from his hand and clatters onto the floor. Ingo wrenches himself upwards, staggering from the bed towards the wardrobe, gazing madly into the mirror affixed to the left door. He see a man who's spent over three years in another time. Shadows under his eyes, a paleness to the skin, uneven shave, scratches, the rugged clothes. The perturbing feeling is twisting in his gut, shaking Ingo to the bone, leaving him panting in panic as the realization hits him. He has lived over three years in Hisui. He has been changed in ways not even Arceus could undo. But for his brother? His friends? Unova in its entirety? It's only been three hours.

Whatcha you think is going on in the discord call?

This took forever, I have never drawn 3/7 of these people. Not sure if these people would be considered friends or not but I think they'd chat ^^ I can imagine them having a group chat or a server with the most absurd list of names ranging from gym leaders to battle facility bosses to random npcs. Anyways hope you like it!! Goodnight :)

The funny train men are learning about aviation safety practices. They may implement some of what they learn in the subway, who knows?