So Sorry I've Been Inactive Goiz ;∆; I'm Alive I Promise, Just Trying To Get Together New Content And

✨✨✨ A heavily inspired OC 👀

Tried my hands at pixel art!! So here's my Sonic OC xD

Look at these dorks!

Geez, so it begins

Emmet is probably talking abt Trains

You've caught Ingo by surprise!

Elesa is looking as pretty as always ✨

I absolutely love the idea of them being an unstoppable trio, them being best buds absolutely gives my little pea brain joy!

I also like to imagine that maybe Ingo's expression isn't always so stiff-

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***just some light doodles*** ;)

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

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

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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!

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Reblogs on this post are EXTREMELY appreciated!! <3 THANK YOU!

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This is just absolutely brilliant :3 and I can't stop being in awe of it 💚✨

Mac+chee supremacy !!!

;3

Mac n Chee Victory (inspired by @panklocalbard 's latest drawings and my terrible taste.)

(Nimbasa trio being siblings TM) GAH THE FORMATTING WAS LOST ill fix it after work sorry!!

Ingo heard the small ping in his pocket followed by several more in the span of time it took him to pick up his phone. All Emmet. The texts were all just his brother texting his name with one exclamation point.

Not an emergency, then, that would be worthy of two or more.

He could tell from the bottom corner that Emmet was typing probably another of the same message. Small miracles his brother hadn't learned the copy-paste ability.

What?

Ingo sent the text, barely having time to blink before getting a response.

…

Can u make mac + chee?

•-•

Ingo rolled his eyes and bit back the need to respond with something along the lines of "I can, you've seen me make it", but decided not to this time.

Instead, Ingo moved on autopilot to the kitchen. They kept a stockpile of "Mac n chee" for a reason.

The water was halfway to a boil when Ingo got another text. Elesa this time.

I'm bringing ketchup :3

NO

Ingo texted back quickly in all caps. She was always allowed to join but she knew the rules of "mac n chee". No ketchup.

He swapped to the message with Emmet. It was a mess of happy faces and reaction gifs by now.

Emmet. She's bringing ketchup.

I'm on it.

Measure the milk, get the butter, strain the noodles, add in the cheese, mix, ignore the screaming, all part of the routine.

"Don't you DARE get it on my coat!"

"Don't get it on MINE! Why did you bring it??"

"It tastes good, you two just have no ta- Stop give it back!!!"

"Victory!"

Ingo laughed at their antics, spooning the food into three bowls. "It's ready!" He meant only to call loud enough for them to hear from the doorway, but it ended up louder than they'd been yelling. Whoops.

"Verrrrry good! Thank you!" Emmet said, hiding the ketchup on the top of the refrigerator with the other 7 bottles of contraband she'd dared to bring. Wait there were only 6 now- was she stealing them to continue-

"Thank you, Ingo." Elesa took one of the bowls from him with a smile that made Ingo immediately suspicious. "It'll be great with this!"

She produced a small ketchup packet from her pocket and poured the contents onto the mac n chee before the brothers could stop her.

"No…" Ingo whispered, heartbroken.

His brother fell to his knees dramatically. "I've failed! No!!!"

"Dweebs." Elesa said, triumphantly mixing her evil concoction. She took a bite, it tasted like victory.

Working on some interesting ideas! ✨

;3 I hope you all are having a lovely day :P

Been AFK for my hands sake xD and my mental sanity lmao.

Hdhdhdhfhdhfhdhf xD))) ✨

//When your brother disappears to a random land//

~I didn't know if anyone had done this yet, so I took it upon myself to do so. Enjoy! ✨

I couldn't help myself xD shoot me later xP

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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.

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