I Wonder If Ingo Saw Emmet As He Plunged Through The Space Time Rift Into Hisui...

Here's a more recent piece of a DND OC, May and her best friend Rud!! ✨

Some original stuff :3

~The sea was calling~ 🌊

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

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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 ;)

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

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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

SUBMAS PLUSHIES INTEREST CHECK OPEN!

Do you like Emmet and Ingo? Do you want to be able to physically hold them in your hands and your heart and keep them inside your home? Well now you can!

Interest check for these babies is open until may 20th! They are both 8 inches tall and have removeable hats and coats! If you wanna make sure you stay updated on these guys, follow my new art and update blog @pastryglitchart ! That way you wont miss a thing! If you have any questions or comments, shoot me an ask or message either here or there!

L!NK TO THE INTEREST CHECK IS IN THE REPLIES, REBLOGS, AND WILL BE ADDED TO THIS POST LATER! (because I want this post to show up in the tags)

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New Twin Outfits

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