#Pokemon Sun Moon

[leminaus]

needed to draw them

[agoldengalaxy]

me at any minor inconvenience

[helbram]

summertime aka time to post hau

[bleyca-falcone]

Isis my swellow ( redone )

[bulbagarden]

gonna try and pull an allnighter to finish my living dex in pokémon y, trainers... i'm only 114(!!!) away, which is kind of a lot, but almost all of them are from kalos. we're so close... -lisia

(this is your reminder that the 3ds online ends on tomorrow, april 8, at 4 pm PDT, 7 pm EDT, and other times depending on your timezone. get your last online trades and stuff in then, trainers!!)

[light-trio-pokemon]

N: 😜 S L: 🤦🏻‍♂️💆🏻

But thankfully the Tapu gang and Silvally come to help them driving away the UB

"Cooperate with one another in goodness and righteousness and do not cooperate in sin and transgression." (Quran 5:2)

[spoonyliger]

Pokémon Mystery Dungeon style profile art of Kahuna Hala.

Free to use or reupload for non-AI and non-profit reasons with artist credit.

These are also available on my Ko-fi Shop as high-resolution PNG files, and as merch on RedBubble.

[rominadrawsart]

Serious solar lion and silly lunar bat freak-

[eyesorefortheblind]

I think about this often but it's cute to me that Guzma more than likely draws the skull logo on his arms 'cause according to official art -

After he's not the leader of Team Skull anymore those 'tattoos' are just gone. And I don't think too much time passes between the end of the game and when you next meet him? (Can't exactly remember)

Yeah they could be real and I know tattoo removals are a thing. But I like the stupid headcanon that he has to go to like some fancy make up store and find the right shade of purple to draw on the Skull logo every day.

[artsylizzy82]

Lillie! 💜✨️

[vg-music-i-like]

Hau'oli City (Night) // Pokemon Sun and Moon

[leminaus]

hiii im new to your blog and i saw your pinned post!! would you ever consider drawing gladion and lilie? ^-^

i only have energy for lillie right now sorry….. i’ll reblog again when i draw gladion ..! i love them both.. their themes are awesome

[zer0kvlt]

YA BOI GOOZ MAH 💀

[helbram]

hau + silly lil fellas

[bluvinity]

Drawing all ghost type Pokémon - [4/75] Alolan Marowak!

[ireadtoomuchyafantasy]

Gladion x Reader: Shadows of Poni Grove PART 1

Shadows of Poni Grove.

word count: 3753 (part 1+2)

Prompt: The monster’s well aware of its typical victims, and it knows human eyes don’t glow.

WARNING GORE AND SWEARING

“It’s very interesting,” (Y/N) sips her tea, “how the hyper training works in the Galar region. I’ve always needed to train my pokemon by myself.”

“It’s something that Rose had been working on for years.” Leon hides his smile by looking out the window. She’s trying to hide that she burned her tongue on the hot tea. Cute. “Says it has to do with the ‘future of Galar’ or something.”

“Still, though. I feel it is important for a high-performance trainer to know how to train their own pokemon. It builds-” A faint buzz hums through (Y/N)’s pant pocket, and her Rotom phone flies out.

Bzzzt. Hello? (Y/N)?

She snatches the Rotom phone from the air to look at the caller ID. It’s Looker. “I can hear you. It’s me.”

There’s something we need you to check out.

She taps the ‘location’ button. “You’re in Alola right now. I can send Gladion or Hau for the UB’s, remember?”

Where are you right now.

“I’m having tea with a friend.”

I need you somewhere private.

She moves the phone to her ear, and Rotom switches from speaker to single-caller mode. “Tell me here.” Leon is leaning against his chair, twiddling his thumbs. He watches (Y/N) as her eyebrows knit together, and then her face drops. Her eyes shake a bit, and then she is out of her chair, streamlining for the exit. She stops her march suddenly, then turns around to Leon, who is still in his chair. He waves and nods in understanding. Understanding what? He doesn’t really know. But she’s the Worldwide Champion, so he assumes it’s something important. And dangerous. He hopes she’ll be fine. He was starting to like having her around as he takes over Rose Tower- and she’s gone again. Leon sighs, and looks down to the half-eaten biscuits on the table and her still-steaming cup of tea. He hopes she’ll be fine.

Stupid. Stupid, stupid.

That was the only word going through (Y/N)’s head the entire ride to Alola. Who was she calling stupid? Stupid Looker, for sending Gladion alone. Stupid Gladion, for not asking for backup. Stupid (Y/N), for being worried for stupid Gladion and his stupid smile, his stupid haircut, his stupid stupidity. Why didn’t he ask for backup? Stupid stupid stupid stupid.

The urgency in Looker’s voice echoes in her mind, “Gladion was sent two days ago and we can’t reach him.” Stupid. A whine from Latios below her snaps her back into the present. She leans into the pokemon, and they dive downwards into Poni Grove.

“What is that? Oh my Arceus. Bank. Bank!” she yanks on Latios’ neck, and they abruptly level out, just close enough to see the damage. The usual green of Poni Grove was soaked in red. Bones and mush of what she assumes are Pokémon lay strewn across fields and left hanging on tree branches. Judging by the different hues of blood, and the ground just marinating in it… Latios descends slowly, the air growing thick with a metallic scent. It was so quiet. Too quiet. They land somewhere away from the mess.

Latios knew the drill. (Y/N) takes out a wreath of revival herbs, and hangs in around his neck. She brings her forehead to his before letting him take off to do an aerial inspection of the damage. She watches until Latios is out of sight, the wind from his wings whipping her hair around. Then (Y/N) calls out her team.

“This is (Y/N). Codename: WWC. I am reporting a case 294; massacre. This is a recon mission for Agent Gladion, and a rescue and relief for Poni Grove.” She leaves a message for Looker on her voicemail. Then she looks to her team of pokemon, a bunch of young, naive Galarian rookies. “Save what you can, burn or bury the rest.” She gives each of them a wreath of revival herbs around their neck, “do not touch anything rotting, do not engage in battle. Stay in groups of two or more.” She winces a little. This is a new team she started training from Galar. Their first mission on the field was a particularly gruesome one. There was no time to waste. Her team scattered, each running off to a pile of flesh and bones. The stench was overwhelming.

(Y/N) tightens the bandage on a Riolu’s midriff, pressing her lips together as the pokemon moans in pain. She did what she could with the items she had on her bag; a fresh water to wash away the blood and dirt, some pokemon scale to saw off the rotting flesh, and a measly full restore to seal up the wound. She gives the Riolu some berry juice and wipes the sweat off its forehead. The pokemon squeaks, its eyes drooping with exhaustion. The bushes behind them rustle, and (Y/N) snaps her head up as Riolu makes another pitiful whine. The scent hit her before the image: rot and char. An Alolan Marowak stumbles towards (Y/N), barely gripping onto the two halves of its bone. Chunks of his flesh were missing, and the remaining parts were scorched or dripping with blood. (Y/N) watches the pokemon carefully, angling her body so that she crouched between the Marowak and Riolu.

“What happened to you?” The Marowak trembles, its bone splintering into dust as it sways towards her. She quickly administers a Full Restore, watching as the Pokémon stitches itself together, pink flesh filling up the indents in his body. She hands the pokemon a bottle of Moomoo Milk, and takes out her sports tape to secure the two halves of Marowak’s bone. The bottle is empty before she can start, so (Y/N) replaces the empty bottle with a Fresh Water. She hands the bone back when he’s done. The Marowak studies her and the Riolu, shifting a little as if to say something-

A cry from one of (Y/N)’s pokemon rings through the air. She bolts up, head snapping towards the direction of the sound as the Marowak lunges for her bag. Without a word, the Marowak flees into the underbush. (Y/N) checks her pokewatch: all her pokemon are safe, the youngest just tripped over a branch. She sighs, looking back down to the Riolu and then to her bag, where the Full Restores’ pocket has been completely emptied. Shit. She checks the Riolu’s vitals once more, then picks it up, resting its weight on his hip and she releases a high-pitched whistle to call her pokemon. She moves towards an area with better visibility.

(Y/N) divides her team: half to aid the injured, lead by her Mimikyu, Mimi, who was a native to Alola. The other half would join her and follow the Marowak. Rotom tells her that Looker and the recon team are 30 minutes away. She lets the Riolu join the other fourty-something rescued pokemon in the middle of Poni Grove. But where is Gladion?

Sian, her Zacian, tracked the Marowak’s scent. The trail leads them deeper into the grove, more grotesque, death mingling with the unmistakable stench of human decay. They slow down around the opening of a cave, Sian signals something by pointing its nose towards her palm. (Y/N) places her hand to the walls of the cave, feeling for the vibrations of a pokemon battle. One side was losing, very badly. They make their way deeper into the cave.

Her pokemon were walking too heavily. She calls them back into their pokeballs, and presses herself against the walls, inching her way into the cave. The battle quieted down. She moves cautiously, focusing on a new noise that started; something wet and sloppy. She nears the opening into the main body of the cave, daring a peek at-

Something cold and very strong gripped her arm. A scream crawls up her throat before being muffled by a cold hand over her mouth. “Don’t make any noise,” a biting, cold whisper, “or it’ll attack us.” She quickly registers the warm breath at her ear.

“Gladion!?”

“There’s no time to explain,” he looked awful. She couldn’t see very well anyway, but a few gentle pats down his body told her enough. “The Pokémon is ghost-fire type. It sees in infrared, so breathe as little as you can.”

“Where’s Type: Null?” she scans the darkness as her hands continue to feel around his face. Nothing’s missing, at least.

“He’s further into the cave. I can’t get to him, but thankfully his shell is too tough to break open. It’s the only thing keeping him from being eaten.”

“Eaten!?”

“Do you have any Max Revives?” he grabs her hands and tugs her closer, desperation in his voice.

“I… left them outside.”

“How many Pokémon do you have with you?”

“Three.”

“Not enough,” he mutters. The two of them stood in silence.

Silence?

The munching stops, and a clatter echoes through the cave. (Y/N) squints in the darkness to see what it was. Gladion yanks her to the ground as the cave floods with light.

A marowak bone.

The Marowak’s bone.

Oh, shit just got real.