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prettied it up

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little dogy

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ghost swap @fyeahghosttrick, prompt B57 for @alto-tenure - "noir detective Lynne." i haven't looked into the film noir aesthetic a lot before, it's pretty neat

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@fyeahghosttrick ghost swap time yippee! art for prompts a50 "Fandom fusion! Put anyone from the Ghost Trick cast into another fictional universe, as though they originated from that universe" by @youghostandyoutrick and a20 "Ghost Trick + Pokémon crossover" by @frogpotat.

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some side characters that i don't think ended up posted here--fog's littermate and hugh's sister's liepard.

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i don't animate much but. chimkin

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some thea outfits. (ft. clover)

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infinite gates or something

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doodled a whole buncha critters

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she's colors now! :3

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birb time

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Pocket Monsters: Black & White | Pokemon Black and White Versions Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death Characters: Verbena | Anthea, Dark Trinity | Shadow Triad, N | Natural Harmonia Gropius, Helena | Concordia Additional Tags: the dog does not die btw the dog is fine, actually none of the humans listed in the tags die either, it’s more of a ‘haunting the narrative’ situation Summary:

Fifteen years after the first time Team Plasma disbanded, Anthea Harmonia runs into someone she never thought she would see again.

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The sun is bright and warm on the hill outside the safehouse. It’s a late spring morning, and all the grunts who live there still are elsewhere–Rood had promised to keep them away for a while, so the Harmonia children won’t be interrupted.

The three of them stand loosely in a circle near the house. Zekrom stands back a little ways; Zorua sits primly next to N with his tail curled over his feet. Other pokémon chase each other through the park nearby, growling and scuffling cheerfully.

N sits down in the grass and lets Zorua climb into his lap. Concordia squeaks in mild alarm. “Oh–be careful not to stain your cloak…”

“Loosen up, Connie,” Anthea says. She stands under the house’s shadow, avoiding the direct sunlight. “It is not as if we’re ever going to use the thing again.”

“It’s a little beside the point, anyway,” N says. “Continue with the proceeding?”

Concordia glances at N, and then sits down as well. She flips to the next page of her clipboard of handwritten notes. “Lord Ghetsis Harmonia Gropius, First Sage of Team Plasma, steward of the kingdom and herald of the king…” She pauses and grimaces. “Must I read all his titles? ‘Most honored and holy’?”

N waves a hand. “Skip those.” 

“Thank you. Lord Ghetsis, et cetera, is seen in absentia by this council as guilty of the following primary charges: child abuse, pokémon abuse, pokémon cruelty, harm to and threats against the people of the kingdom, harm to and threats against the people of the region of Unova, murder, attempted murder, use of pokémon as a deadly weapon, treason, and high treason. Hm…was there anything else?”

“Tax fraud?” Anthea suggests.

“I…no, none of this council can bear personal witness to that crime. It would take further investigation to charge him with that, and it wouldn’t be against our kingdom anyway…” Concordia frowns down at her notes. “Anyway. These are the charges brought before our king.”

N nods. “As…personal witness to many of these crimes, I concur with the council’s accusation. Lord Ghetsis Harmonia is guilty as charged. There’s no established formula within this kingdom for a trial of crimes of this magnitude, so I, as the king, will dictate the terms of his punishment.” 

Zorua yips questioningly.

“Yes, what’s your suggestion?”

He barks.

“What? No, you can’t execute someone in absentia.”

“Sad,” Anthea notes.

N shakes his head in amusement. Then, he sits up straighter, twining his hands through Smoke’s fur. “For his crimes, Ghetsis will be stripped of all titles and banished from the kingdom permanently. Additionally…his name will be blotted from his lineage. Under the law of this kingdom, he is from this moment forth no longer recognized as a member of the house of Harmonia.” N takes a deep breath. “Any claim to the honors and obligations of the family is void from this day forth, and should any of us meet him again, he will be viewed as a stranger.”

Concordia’s hands shake a little as she scrawls down these words.

“Unless the council has any objections to this sentence?”

“No,” Anthea says, eyes shining. “No objection.”

Concordia nods. “This is just in the eyes of the Goddess of Peace.”

Zekrom lets out a rumble like distant thunder and bends down its head. N reaches up to pet it, gaze heavy with emotion. “Then it’s official, from this moment forth. I’ll have Rood announce it to the others when they return.”

Anthea exhales and sits down next to her siblings. Then she flops over backwards, spreading her arms wide in the grass. “We’re free, then. We’re really free.” 

They sit in silence, listening to each other’s shaky breathing and the wind in the grass and their pokémon friends playing nearby and the burbling of the cottonee that drift overhead. 

Anthea wipes her eyes and props her head up on her arms. “So…where do we go from here?”

N leans his head against Zekrom’s. “Anywhere we want.”

Concordia taps her pen against her clipboard. “Downtown. Hugh was telling me about a restaurant near the PWT with good accommodations for large pokémon.” She looks around at the rest of them. “I think this is worth celebrating, don’t you?”

“Good idea,” N says. “Let me put this crown away first, though… it’s terribly heavy.”

The only members of the Harmonia family help each other up from the grass and smile and laugh as they put away their ceremonial clothes for the last time. The sky is still bright and endless when they step outside, and the air smells like warmth and the sea, and for now, a child’s bedroom in an underground castle seems further away than the surface of the moon.

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i have no idea where this came from or where it's going but woe. pokemon who N lived with in the woods pov upon ye

“And what is that, Firebreather?”

“A human cub, Darkweaver. They were alone.”

Zoroark sniffs at the little green-furred child cradled in Darmanitan’s arms and recoils. “They won’t stay that way. The parents will come looking for them.”

“We’ll return them when they come,” Darmanitan says.

Zoroark steps back, mane bristling. “No! You can’t!”

“Hm? What do you mean by that?” 

Zoroark shakes her head and bares her teeth. “Humans won’t take their young back to their nests once they smell Pokémon on them. They’ll think it’s one of my kind come to trick them–that we’ve taken the real cub and eaten it and replaced it to lead more of them into our dens. Every half-weaned zorua knows it, Firebreather, they’ll kill us all in vengeance for the child they think we stole.” Her eyes are wide as she paces back and forth.

“Surely they wouldn’t…” Darmanitan says, doubtfully. He looks down at the child in his arms. “I couldn’t leave them anyway,” he says stoutly. “A little cub without any fur can’t survive a night as cold as this. It’d be dead by morning.”

Zoroark twitches her ears back and looks at Darmanitan warily. “Keep them away from me and my kits, then,” she says finally. “I won’t have them perish for your foolishness.”

The humans didn’t return for their cub, and Darmanitan couldn’t keep him away from Zoroark’s kits for long. Human cubs are active and curious, and zorua even more so, and before long the human was coaxing the zorua out of trees with feathers, berries, and a babbling concoction of half-known human words and carefully copied darmanitan sounds that took on more of the character of true pokémon speech each day.

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colored version of this with a pkmn irl flavored sequel (ft. Tropius from wingsofachampion)