hey there. i do a bunch of work for both the pmd fandom and the submas fandom inlcuding artwork and fanfiction (mostly for the latter). thanks for stopping by.
***i'm currently working on wrapping up my pet project, Three Fallers, after close to four whole years of writing it. i'm devoting almost all of my time to getting it finished before the end of 2026. it's a pla x pmd fanfic that's got darker tones woven into it. you can read it below, but be warned; it's a stupidly long read. the word count's currently at 850,000. if you've got way too much time to kill and/or PLA/Submas brainworms to feed, go ahead and give it a read by using the link below
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there's a master list of my posts below in case you're looking for something
Pokemon Mystery Dungeon Artwork
Angry, Rude, Middle-Aged Man
Favorite Lizard
Guildmaster Wigglytuff
Young Mangrove
It's Free
Water Rescue Bidoof
Wordplay
All My Homies Hate Rendering Rocks
Wanted Criminals in Your Area
Why Is There A RĂ€t In My Ravioli
Nyooom
Shield Skirmisher (Exploud)
Trap Skirmisher (Grovyle)
Brute Skirmisher (Burr)
Dude, Put Me Down
Blorbo
Defeated Fugitives
Team Stonescales Back Together Again
Follow The Leader
Put Him on All Fours
Several People Are Typing...
Teamwork Makes The Dream... Work?
Learning The Trade
Let's Get Brain Damage Together âĄ
Much, Much Better
9/10 ghosts recommend spying on kids
Submas Artwork
Mandatory Clothing Difference
A Man and his Gliscor
It's Oil
Favorites
Certified Yapper
Mom Said It's My Turn With The Grayscale (Emmet)
Submas Fanfiction
Wonder Guard in the Battle Subway? It's More Likelier Than You Think.
i'd like to imagine that ghost-types don't have scents and can turn invisible at will. dusknoir uses this in particular to piss off the local teenagers, both for information and because he thinks it's funny.
had some fun playing around with lineart & texturing
being part ground-type also means being able to use hardened mud and rocks to commit war crimes. sticks and stones WILL break your bones, guaranteed. this is the equivalent of being head-charged by a cactus.
The session will run from Friday, March 27âMonday, March 30. Whether or not youâve already dived into the world of Pokopia, this session is sure to be Ditto-lightful!
both mangrove and cable are confused as to why their tiny teammate hasn't evolved yet over the years they've known each other. wonder why that is. maybe they just need to buy her a fire stone or something...?
part two of drawing my favorite pokemon team. here are members four and five respectively: demo and jester.
you can read more about them below if you want, but here's a heads up: my team, their backgrounds, and their designs are all based on personal headcanons that differ a little from what's canon.
to preface for context purposes, 'burr' is the team's trainer. all of burr's team was caught or gained in orre, the region to the far west of unova.
demo (short for 'demolition derby') snuck into burr's bag when he was a teeny-tiny tympole looking to become bigger and better through battle (and maybe not eaten by his brethren). he's mellowed out to become a gentle giant, doing things here and there around his trainer's home like gathering weeds, making dams, or just plugging up things with mud. he doesn't really talk; he lets his body do the talking for him. it makes him the quietest member of the team as well as the most well-behaved despite his brutish exterior.
jester is the complete opposite. he's an actual gremlin. much like demo, jester just kind of materialized in burr's party when he was a zorua and nobody really cared enough to question it. jester is a jack-of-all-trades. he can dream-walk to wake up his trainer to be fed, use telepathy to talk directly to whoever is unfortunate enough to be near him, use his illusions to trick the cashier into giving his trainer groceries for free, etc. and jester loves doing it simply because he thinks it's funny, and because it makes other members of the party laugh.
i've been wanting to draw my favorite pokemon team for the longest time, so here are the first two members respectively: scout & lilith.
you can read more about them below if you want, but here's a heads up: my team, their backgrounds, and their designs are all based on personal headcanons that differ a little from what's canon.
to preface for context purposes, 'burr' is the team's trainer. all of burr's team was caught or gained in orre, the region to the far west of unova.
if you've never played the pokemon colosseum games, 'shadow pokemon' are essentially pokemon that have been intentionally altered to have no emotions, making them soulless fighting machines. shadow pokemon can be turned back to normal, but it takes a lot of love and care... and patience.
scout's up first. in my version of orre, stoutlands are kinda like wild desert dogs that guide lost people to water or shelter. scout used to be a cattle-herding dog, but his trainer abandoned him in favor of taking on a shadow pokemon instead. burr ended up finding him in the open desert and the two have just remained together ever since. scout's pretty much the dad of the group. he's a tired old man that just wants to chase wild cacturnes and take naps. he battles from time-to-time but he's mostly in the party to keep an eye on his trainer and to keep the other members in line.
lilith is a whole other story. she was a former shadow pokemon imported into the region. burr won her in a contest through sheer dumb luck with scout. through a lot of patience (and after being bitten countless times), lilith eventually came around to trusting burr and she joined the party. despite her history, she likes battling but only because winning them means she gets to be spoiled rotten. she's a huge marshmallowâdon't let her teeth and claws fool you.
"Why? How?! I've devoted myself to Arceus beyond any other! I worshiped Them as the creator of our entire world! I bent all of my passion and interest to Their study! All the time I've spent poring over the legends... Everything that I've doneâ! You outsider! It's almost as if you were spat out of the space-time rift just to get in my way!"
Across the temple courtyard stood Volo who looked just as exhausted as Akari, if not even more so, the fringes of his archaic worship tunic and gown burned and torn from their ferocious battle and of his loss. He hadnât taken his eyes off of her for the length of their two battles, keeping his burning stare on her even after Giratina had fled to crawl into the shadows of the temple ruins.
Volo, who had been with her since day one. Volo, whoâd been reliable and kind and selfless with both his time and supplies. Volo, who always had words of encouragement for her. Whoâd always been right behind her to catch her and be her safety net. Volo, who had listened to her talks of going home and her dreams about what lay beyond Hisui. Only to realize that sheâd effectively been led to the temple to do the manâs bidding like a pawn in a game of chess. Left to suffer the scars from battling Palkia and Dialga. Left to do all the heavy lifting just to be cast away when she was no longer of use. The sting of such utter betrayal left her sobbing, unable to bear even looking at her supposed âfriendâ any longer.Â
"...How?â Voloâs voice was barely a whisper. âHow could this happen?â Illuminated by the light of a new rising sun, his hands balled into fists, he too turned his gaze away to glare at the cracked stones underfoot. His single visible eye was glossy. âAlmighty ArceusâŠâ His voice trailed off, but Akari managed to catch the last few uttered words. âWhat is it, then, that you find so lacking in me?"
Lacking? Akari took another step forward. And then another. And another until her legs found the strength to carry her forward until she was only a foot away from Volo. Until she could look him in the eye, her lips wobbling, reaching forward to grab the man by the collar of his tunic and pull him down to look her in the eye. âAll of this⊠for Arceus? You used me to get to Arceus? The plates? The frenzies? You caused the rift?â Even with the proof laid out before herâeven with Volo having already told her the ultimate truth flatly to her faceâshe still could not believe that her dearest friend had been the sole reason for her being brought to Hisui. â...You did this?â
Anger sparked in Voloâs eye. So too did a myriad of other things that Akari recognized. Hatred. Bitterness. Jealousy. Agony. Volo trembled, more so as he reached forward to seize Akari by her scarf.
âEven if you donât wish to battle me, Iâm not above using force to take those plates from you.âÂ
Just the memory of those words sickened Akari. Is this the part where you use force? âArceus isnât here,â Akari spat instead, reaching into her satchel to retrieve the seventeen sacred plates only to toss them to the ground. âStill want them? Take them then since they mean so much to you. I canât believe I actually thought you were my friend,â Akari croaked. âI never thought that, of all the people that Iâve met here, that you would be the last person to betray me⊠like this.â She wiped the fresh tears from her eyes but it was no use. Snot dripped from her nose. Her own tears turned her vision blurry. Akari felt as though she could hardly breathe. âI was happy to gather the plates for you⊠I wouldâve helped you if you wouldâve just told me the truth from the get-go⊠You couldnât even just trust me with that, could you? You used me.â And you were happy to do it.
Voloâs grip on Akariâs scarf only tightened. He didnât so much as look at the scuffed artifacts. âSo I did. So I was.â
âYou lied to me.â
âI did.â
âWell? Go on. Take them. Summon Arceus. We couldâve just met Arceus together⊠but I guess Iâm not worthy enough in your eyes.â Akari swallowed past the lump in her throat and let go of Voloâs collar, too exhausted and too grief-stricken to even bother feigning rage. Hearing Voloâs admission had been equivalent to having her heart ripped right out of her chest. Friends donât stab each other in the back. âIâm just Arceusâ errand girl, right?â she joked weakly. âYou always did like to call me thatâŠâ
Seeing her retreating hand, Volo hesitated. He then sneered. âThatâs not⊠thatâs not what I said. I worded myself incorrectly. You donât understand, my dear. Iâve spent my whole life trying to appease Them! Trying to learn more about Them so that I can make this world anew! My goal was righteous!â His fury then quickly morphed into quiet sorrow when his eye trailed from the brilliant skies above to Akariâs face. Whatever visage heâd seen faded to be replaced with horror and guilt. âIs it such a terrible thing to desire a life softer and kinder than the one we live in? Am I terrible for wishing that things didnât have to come to this?â
â...You dragged me here and made my life terrible,â Akari muttered, feeling Voloâs grip in her tunic lessen ever so slightly. âWhat did I ever do to you? What right do you have to take everything away from me?âÂ
âAkari- â
âDid I do something wrong? Did I do something to hurt you? Do I deserve to be erased?â
Volo took a deep, shuddering breath. â...It was never my intention to bring you here,â he uttered. âIf Arceus would have simply appeared when I had tried to summon him the first time, then you wouldâve never been brought here! Youâd wouldâve been safe! I didnât drag you here! That was Arceusâ doing!â
Wrong. I wouldnât even exist if you did manage to beat Arceus, but this is still all your fault. Akari felt the very last of her tears dry up, leaving her feeling hollow. If Arceus had taken her memories of her home, then Volo had taken her will to fight. She still felt his grip on her tunic. Is this the part where you use force?
âAkari.â
âWhat?â
Volo let go of her. And then, he picked up the plates and tucked them under his arm. He took one out of his own bag, one as dark as night, and set it atop the stack. "Here. Take it... Take the plate that started me on this pathâthe plate I once received from Giratina. Take them. Theyâre yours." He then passed her by but not before setting one frighteningly gentle hand upon her head. It wouldâve been niceâheâd done so plenty of times in the past when thereâd been nothing but trust between themâbut now Akari physically recoiled from the action. Volo didnât turn. He didnât slow down, either. He simply walked toward the opening of the destroyed temple gates without another word.
âWait⊠Wait!â Iâm not done with you! Get back here! âWhereâre you going?â Come back.
âI⊠You won our battle fair and square,â Volo told her quietly. âYou should be the one to summon Them.â
Summary: Rei is forced to gain permission to access Akariâs personal quarters when she âforgetsâ to bring back his special set of crafting tools on time. Sheâs been missing for a long while, but nobody knows exactly where sheâs gone off to or why. But when heâs confronted with multiple red flags and a harrowing realization that somebody else he knew has also gone missing, heâs incentivized to take action, if not for his tools then for his close friend.
Chosen Prompt: Family, Friends, or Loved Ones
Entry 5 for the 2026 PLA Anniversary Week
Read it here on AO3
@pla-anni-week
It was the last thing Rei wanted to be doing. He swallowed, eyeing the busy dirt road and so too the watching Starlies perched above as he and Yuki stepped out of the headquarters building. As he watched his friend pass him and take the lead toward the separate row of corps housing a ways away, he couldnât help but feel a smidgen deceitful. Rain fell in lazy curtains. âI still think this is a bad idea.â
âDude, we literally have permission from Captain Cyllene to break in,â Yuki retorted. He nodded to the guard keeping watch by the low gate and beckoned Rei onward until they reached the first row of corps housing, the same unit he, Rei, and Akari resided in. âThose tools are one of a kind. Itâs not our fault Akari up and disappeared into thin air. You sent her a message, and she never responded. Thus, weâre breaking in to get your tools back. If she gets mad, well, tough.â
Itâd been the truth. Rei had lent Akari custom-made crafting tools passed onto him by his father when heâd been deemed masterful enough at crafting to earn them. They were one-of-a-kind heirlooms and irrevocably irreplaceable. Akari had only mentioned that sheâd lost her old assigned set and had no money to acquire new ones and since he knew that Akari would need them being the chosen one of Almighty Sinnoh, he had willingly lent her the tools under strict word to return them immediately when she no longer needed themâafter all, he knew from prior experience that the corps wouldnât just give Akari new ones for free. But when Akari had failed to return them or even come back to Jubilife for four whole weeks, heâd started to grow antsy, especially given the fact that he had shelved his old set while anticipating the return of his new ones. âThatâs kinda messed up, thoughâbreaking in like this.â
âRei, sheâs been gone for a while now. I donât think sheâll care that weâre breaking in so long as we donât touch her stuff or take anything thatâs not ours.â Yuki stepped up to Akariâs door and knocked. The eaves groaned under his weight. When there was no response, he took out a small metal key from his pocket.
âYeah, but⊠Weâve never seen inside her quarters.â
âSo? What, donât tell me youâre afraid of what you might find.â
Rei grimaced. âIâm not! Iâm just- â
âGoody two-shoes.â
âQuit.â
With a click and a hiss of the tracks, Yuki eased the door to Akariâs unit open, only to cough as a thick cloud of dust rolled out to greet him, settling onto the wooden steps. âAh! There we go!â His self-satisfied smirk quickly fell. His eyes widened, and he pulled at the neck of his tunic, grimacing. âYou know, I didnât think Akari was this⊠messy.â
Tunics. Shirts. Items with dubious origin. All compounded in methodical piles tucked flush against the walls like jagged mountain ridges. Rainwater dripped from numerous thin spots in the ceiling only to plop down in full buckets and seep onto the rotted tatami mats beneath. While Rei was grateful to notice that there was no visible moldâand isnât that strangeâthe rotting smell only grew stronger the further in he wandered. Nobodyâs seen Akari in weeks. He swallowed. I sure hope that smell isnât what I think it is. He kept an eye out for the unique case his tools had been in the last heâd seen them, only to nearly trip over a bundle of clothes in the process. âSo many clothes! I swear, Iâve never seen her wear even half of these!â
âNever hurts to have backup,â Yuki teased, though he looked just as disturbed at the state of disarray their friendâs living quarters had grown into.
âThatâs rich coming from the guy who does his laundry once a month at the river delta. Iâm surprised your room isnât full of dirt and rocks.â
âSays the guy who spends all day rolling around in tall grass. Remind me again how youâre not infested with bugs?â
âWhat type?â
Yuki paused, sighed, and rolled his eyes. âIâm not answering that question, smark-alek. Youâre the professorâs assistantânot me.â Yuki struggled past a warped wooden crate of potions and parchment only to bump into something. He shifted some clothing up. Squinted his eyes. âWhat the heck is this?â He took particular notice of a huge red object with a dull exterior, taking hold of the shiny handle and yanking on it. âH-hey! This oneâs got ice inside!â
Ice? Rei came over to inspect, only to find that Yuki had been correct. âHuh. Itâs just⊠water? And extra food. Frozen, though. Why would she freeze all of her berries in here? Seems like a waste.â He closed the door of the strange object only for his eyes to land on a small, circular object with the same dull red plating. âHave you ever seen anything like this?â
âNope. Iâll take that, though. I wanna press all the buttons and see what they do.â Yuki took the item from Reiâs hands and turned it over, pressing the small white button on the item's wide base. The strange blades within the device began to whirr as they spun faster and faster, creating a faint breeze. âOh. O-oh! It spins air. That⊠that actually feels pretty nice.â Yuki then turned the object toward Rei. âWanna feel?â
âN-no, I donât. Okay, thatâs enough. Weâre looking for my tools, not snooping through Akariâs things.â
âHowâre we gonna snoop if thereâs stuff everywhere?â Yuki shoved aside another box of things only to pause. âOh, wait. I can see a futon back here. Must be where she sleeps⊠And- gods- the smellâs even worse back here!â
âWorse? How so?â Rei poked his head into the hidden room and gagged yet again. There were a few plates of rotting food situated around an unmade futon. He struggled over to the window and shoved it open, taking the plates and their blackened contents and setting them on the outer sill. Only when the stench no longer stung his eyes did he take in the state of Akariâs room.
âEh. I dunno. You go surveying with her more than I do.â
When he couldnât spot his crafting kit in the nearby area, Rei began to check through Akariâs drawers and cabinets. More papers and ink pots. More destroyed articles of clothing. In one drawer, he found a wrapped box containing a filthy scrap of dark blue cloth and the tied-off section of a beaded necklace. In that same drawer, he found another box containing a chipped metal disk and a scrap of lavender fabric. Whereâd these come from? Whyâre they here?
âNope. None of the medics have passed on anything about sighting her. Nada. Zilch. Nothing. You know, the captainâs Abra canât even find her.â Yuki picked up another trinket and studied its shiny exterior. His eyebrows knitted, and he let it drop onto a stack of paper. â...We could go and find her. Do our own investigative work since weâve got nothing but free time on our hands.â
At that, Rei snorted. âAbra canât even find her. What makes you think we can?â
âTell the Gingko Guild. Theyâre bound to see something.â
âAsk the wardens.â Rei felt his chest ache when he realized that the only warden heâd seen around lately was Arezu of the Diamond Clan from time to time. Warden Ingo of the Pearl Clanâusually a commanding presence by the dojoâhad been cryptically absent for well over a month. Heâs been gone since⊠since way before Akari went missing. Reiâs eyes widened. And they were super close, werenât they? Maybe⊠âI think I know where Akari went off to.â And when he shared his suspicions, he found himself eased when Yuki nodded his head along.
âSo weâre off to Warden Ingoâs outpost?â
âThatâs the only place I can think of her going. Weâre just making sure sheâs okay.â
âSure⊠Right.â Yuki held the door open as both of them exited Akariâs unit with nothing in tow. As he stepped off to lead them both back to the headquarters building, he hesitated for a moment. âAnd⊠what if sheâs not there?â
âThen weâll find her,â Rei asserted. âSheâs one of us, remember? Akariâs family. Iâm sure sheâs okay. You know how she tends to spend so much time away from Jubilife. Sheâs fine. But⊠letâs just go check to make sure. Canât hurt to look, right?â
