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grangermonarque · 5 months

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Who would want to let me rant about my pokemon trainer oc with lore on the spot bc I want to talk more about my own pokemon region...... or be friends with this loser? (And their team)

#would yall believe me my fav pokemon is aegislash #he's so op and nobody knows about it I love it #also shiny runerigus bc his design is such a banger for a ghost typing #not excluding cofagrigus ofc #pokemon #pokemon trainer #pokemon gym leader #pokemon oc #oc #ghost pokemon #aegislash #runerigus #decidueye #chandelure #gengar #banette

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zai-gq · 2 months

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Smaller part of a Pokémon piece I've been wanting to do. What if I was a Pokémon trainer?

#lgbtq #lgbtqia #nintendo #pokemon #pokemon fanart #pokemon gym leader #pokemon gymsona #pokemon games #pokemon litten #litten #digital artist #artists on tumblr #digital art #art #artwork

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hartesa · 6 months

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Day 28: Clair (Pokemon Gold/Silver)

#fanart #pokemon #fan art #character #pokemon fan art #poketmonsters #pokemon johto #pokemon gold silver crystal #pokemon clair #pokemon gym leader #gym leader clair #johto #artober #artober 2023 #doodle

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cheese-doorstop48 · 4 months

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GAY POKEMON GYM LEADERS?!

#pokemon #pokemon swsh #pokemon sword and shield #milo pokemon #piers pokemon #milo x piers #pokemon gym leader #pokemon fanart #fanart #digital art #ship art

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xero013 · 7 months

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Day 1: Pixie (Elesa⚡+ Ribombee)

(Submas was originally supposed to be included with matching honey boy inn fits too but this was done in 3 hours since I was supposed to study—

Maybe next month tho also yeah I'm still working on the comic—)

#pokemon #elesa #gym leader elesa #pokemon fanart #pokemon gym leader #pokemon elesa #pokemon inspired fit #pokemon rimbombee #art challenge #artober #rkgk

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moonolor · 1 month

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misc fatalfairy and candyapple old n new

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es46 · 24 days

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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.