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What if Possessed!Emmet was forced to drink vinegar to keep up his image as his bro but unlike the real Emmet Ingo knows, the possessor isn’t used to the condiment-

Also poor Elesa having to deal with their gross tastes in drinks

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Rest in my arms.

Posting this from tumblr mobile idk how well thisll post. Anyways friend Castor sent me a meme and i redrew it with these two

the children’s favorite

Cain instinct and all that

NSR / Submas au by @staryarn !!!

Submas AU Drabble - Coincidence

The art before Emmet is impressive. Painted on clay slabs that stretch from the museum’s floor to ceiling. The colors have faded with age, but are still brilliant - electric blue highlights running across figures in white and black. Twins, he supposed, like the legendary dragons that curled fiercely around them. 

If he were not Emmet, he is sure he would stop and stare a while. It was very striking, he had to admit. But he is Emmet, so instead he does not bother to read the museum label and wanders away.

He is verrrry bored. But Ingo is not, and the air conditioning feels wonderful, so he will not complain. 

A broken charm sits behind glass, shining with purple gemstones.  Emmet doesn’t know what it is supposed to resemble. Maybe it wasn’t meant to resemble anything. Maybe this kingdom had lots of silly ideas, beginning with building their capital in the heart of a desert. That should have been thought through.

This was their first day off in years and they wasted most of it trekking through dunes! In the heat! It was very very hot! Of all the places Ingo could have wanted to go, of course he chose the hardest station to arrive at. It had given Archeops the extra taste of battle he had been wanting though, and Emmet too. 

No, he supposed it wasn’t all bad after all. He got to enjoy the journey, now it was time for the destination. 

“EMMET!”

Immediately, said subway boss perks up and turns towards his brother’s booming voice. He enjoys the way his walk parts the crowd as he arrives at Ingo’s station. Emmet leans just far enough into his personal space to be noticeable. Ingo only glares. With such a subtle reaction, he must be distracted. 

There is a portrait in front of them. There is a sizable group of people in blacks and whites. A few are speckled with red. Those details quickly fade into the background as his eyes catch on one in particular.

This one’s pale skin is sunburnt. His smile is half hidden by the collar of his coat. Even then, Emmet can see that it’s strained. His coat is striped, red and white. His sideburns are just like theirs. His everything is very much like them. Very, very, very much like them.

They observe in silence as the minutes pass. “Well,” Ingo eventually starts, “I suppose Elesa is right to call our coats old-fashioned.” 

A chuckle escapes Emmet before he can stop it. Ingo’s eyes crinkle in that smiling way of his and whatever moment stretched on between them and the painting is broken. 

“Nonsense, now we can say they’re traditional! She can’t argue against a track that stands the test of time!” Ingo gives him a look. “Alright, maybe she can.”

They chuckle, chatter on, and continue to their next station. Before they depart, Emmet pauses. He steals a glance at the portrait’s label.

Relic Castle, year unknown. Several religious acolytes are pictured alongside regents Rigus and Laurel during preparations for annual Volcarona-honoring festivities. The reason for a notoriously closed society to allow an apparent outsider to participate in religious preparations remains unknown.

By the time the subway masters leave the museum, the portrait is long forgotten.

me: ignores all my other wips in favor of whatever this is

youtube version here

he feels strong emotions sometimes about things for reasons

ive been working on this for 2 DAYS NOW, and i ADORED MAKING EVERY SECOND OF IT, last part is heavily inspired by this comic that i love alot <3 enjoy!

pov you are volo

Sometimes I like to think biology and taxonomy as a field is, if anything, even more complicated in the pokemon universe than it is in ours? Like it’d be really funny if the seemingly straightforward, reliable, and intuitive systems that are explained to us in the game is just the simple version given to young people who tend to be just starting out in their relationships with pokemon while across the country you have like. Professor Sycamore giving speeches about how much oversight was required to formally accept Fairy as a valid typing and getting derailed by a pundit talking about the Flying type and he’s like “Don’t talk to me about the flying type if you so much as look at the Flying type you’ll get into about eight taxonomical arguments that have been going on longer than you’ve been alive”

next door you have people arguing for the billionth time whether or not Cleffa should be recognized as a True pre-evolution of Clefairy or if the differences in its anatomy aren’t significant enough to classify and there’s at least one school of thought that Evolution doesn’t exist and the only real pokemon are final evolutions, so neither pikachu nor pichu are their own creatures they’re just immature and/or neotenous raichu.

Somewhere else in the world you have a paleontology conference discussing the latest fossils found of the ancient pokemon basculegion and reconstruction implications only for a time traveler to slam the rear doors open like “I SAW GOD, WAS THROWN BACK IN TIME, AND BASCULEGION DID NOT LOOK LIKE THAT,”

post game cyrus who works at a pokemart because living in the distortion world isnt as easy as he thought so hes gotta get money for food somehow lol

close call.

Emmet using a laser pointer to command an alarmingly large quantity of joltiks to swarm someone littering in the subway

There is nowhere to run

Edit: the last panel got a rework xD (link)

this will happen in the dlc right

Ok i can‘t stop thinking about that diamond warden emmet au and i made this here today. Please forgive me for the sketchy quality but i was im a hurry but wanted to draw this down :3

About the Au: basically arceus trows both twins at the same time to hisui but sadly both ends up separated and in the other clan without any memories. They meet each other due to clan shenanigans but don‘t remember each other beside having an familiar feeling about each other. We as the player help them regaining there memories with more shenanigans. Also the fact that they look the same is a running gag that nobody gets.

As my good friend @viivaroo said it:

„Pffffff naaah they don‘t look the same! Emmet wears blue!“

Also everyone is not allowed to mention battles near emmet while he is doing stuff.

so like ingo arrives in hisui with nothing to his name but his name (and also his coat and hat) but what if he showed up wearing one of those ‘if lost return to emmet’ shirts just staring down in confusion as to who emmet is

I hear you, and I raise you this:

He momentarily forgets that text on shirts is upside down when you look straight at it

Ingo - Devil's Train (Animatic)

I took some liberties but I thought the song was fitting to show a certain...disturbance-

Rough sketches but I might clean it up sometime.

( Potential Spoilers ! )

Twitter:

Emmet, Ingo, and a special guest!

【SPIDERS】

Ending a silly day on a silly note... 🚂

I had more dialogue, but i had to cut it shorter cuz it was getting out of hand. I enjoy them too much.

Submas AU Drabble - Rumors

There are rumors around the Battle Subway. There always have been. Speculations of Ingo and Emmet’s perfect synchronization, that the regional champion has been a frequent face, how the Subway’s caverns were built by an ancient kingdom. They were a bit of fun to pass between passengers awaiting a battle.

That was before the third Subway Master arrived.

Some say he had never seen a train before he suddenly appeared. Others argue the way he glares at the cars is a simple dislike for the constant motion. The contradictions satisfy no one. All agree, though, that the way he appeared from thin air one day, already matching the twins’ every train analogy, already having earned the full support of their two-car train, was uncanny. 

There have been whispers that he bewitched the Subway Masters somehow. He certainly had worked their way into their clockwork dynamic, how else could he have done it? Though those theories fade slowly away. His team is omnipresent beside him - a minccino on his shoulder sometimes dethroned by a rufflet, and a fraxure by his side - and none of them can learn hypnosis. The passengers have checked.

Some say that they saw him as a passenger months before his first appearance. He talked of trains as if they were steel-types waiting to consume them all. He spoke of cellphones as if he couldn’t fathom their existence. He rambled on and on to his minccino about a world he did not understand. No one knew if it was true, but most believed it.

The subway caverns were built by an ancient kingdom, it was said. One that stood for truth and ideals, the very same concepts the subway master blathered on about. One that could explain the odd traditions they’ve seen aboard the train that belong to no known region. One that could have stood firm with someone who could command respect as he did. There was no way to prove it, but stranger things happen underground than a haunting.

There is a blackout on the train one day. A passenger has gone to battle. When they return, they are distraught. They ramble on about how they had insulted Emmet in the heat of battle, how Ingo came to his defense, and how the third appeared at the doorway once the brothers departed for the breaker room. They say they did not understand what language he was speaking. They say, in his quiet rage, his eyes glowed red like a yamask in the night.

There is silence, then sparse, nervous laughter that dies quickly. Another rumor to be spread aboard. And yet, in the days that follow, no one mentions the tale again.

The rumors of the Battle Subway are spoken in hushed tones. They strain to be heard over the heat of battle, the enthusiasm of the conductors, and the clipped demands of their third beyond the holding carts. They sometimes delve into the oddities of the twins, but more often speculate on the newest addition. Whispers say that he is a ghost from another time. Most will scoff, perhaps voice the absurdity of the notion, but all notice when he wanders through their car with that faraway look in his eye. All respect him when he blinks, glares, and snaps calmly at their scrutiny before departing. All want someone to follow him as he disappears into the shadows of the next car. No one does.

【BROTHER!】

This is fastest I’ve ever churned out a comic, and it was fueled by needing to see Emmet ride on top of a train thats on fire. Fandom said Emmet gets to be unhinged, and i said “say less” lmaoo

I just need them to reunite, I’m begging.

Bonus dumb thing:

hey can’t wait for the next pokemon legends game where we go to ancient Unova and find Emmet