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yea i dont have much to say to this

IMPRISONED

split tracks chapter two time !! i’m definitely trying to work out an update schedule and so far with my up and down motivation biweekly seems stable enough :]

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general summary :

emmet goes home early; both in hopes of solving his headache, and solving the mystery behind the day’s happenings.

word count :

1,712.

he did, inevitably, check out early at the end of his break, as much as he hated the sentiment. nobody on staff seemed to dare ask why; both of the subway bosses hardly took off time, so any point in which they did take breaks for themselves was not to be questioned.

fumbling for his house keys, emmet slowly unlocked the front door, closing it behind him. hanging his coat and hat on the rack next to it, the man trudged himself straight to his room, pinching the bridge of his nose with a grimace.

putting away all his work things, he also made sure all the latches on his team’s pokeballs were open, so they could come and go as they pleased while he was fixated on what he needed to do, despite the still mounding headache.

quickly getting himself in an outfit more comfortable for around the house leisure, ( or as close to leisure as he could get, ) he picked up his laptop case from his nightstand, which was fondly covered in all sorts of gear station and bug-type stickers, before settling in a cross-legged position on his bed, the notes and fabric scraps carefully held in one hand.

archeops was one of the first to come trodding over out of intrigue, hoisting himself up onto the bed with his feathery claws and sticking his snout underneath emmet’s arm while staring up with wide, curious eyes.

emmet could not help but snort at that, briefly acknowledging the fossil pokemon with a scratch under the chin and a tilt of his head.

“ thank you for checking on me, archeops. i am doing something important right now. i ask you to keep your cab settled. ”

seeing as archeops’ response was to wriggle into a more comfortable position, still resting his head in place, emmet was quite sure the message got across.

opening his laptop with a hum, he unfolded the paper scraps, checking them both over a second time.

‘space-time distortions.’

so he had mixed up the name earlier. not too big of a sweat.

quickly entering the phrase into the search bar, idle hands made their way to scrolling, silver eyes skimming across the screen as emmet silently hoped something, just something , would shed more light on the subject than what paper scraps could.

clicking open one of the links, emmet leaned forward, squinting faintly at the screen. clearly copying the man’s behavior, archeops outstretched his neck, his snout resting on the corner of the keyboard.

something about “ultra wormholes,” now. how they were similar to.. whatever had torn up his and ingo’s offices.

..if this stranger just wanted to give him a worse migraine, goal achieved. at this point, even staring at the laptop screen had begun to hurt, firing off little pops and sparks behind his eyes. emmet pinched the bridge of his nose with a deep inhale, holding said breath, before letting out a sigh.

clicking on the screen reader with a scowl, emmet set the laptop on his nightstand, rolling over on his side and listening begrudgingly as a monotone voice began to drone the article out loud.

archeops snuggled his way up against emmet with a concerned chitter, and the silver-haired man simply responded with a hum.

“ ultra wormholes have been a recorded phenomenon in alola for centuries and still occur in modern time, unlike its ancient sinnohan counterpart, space-time distortions. distinct holes in space that lead to other dimensions entirely; through intensive research, it has been observed how pokemon manage to traverse them with ease, but have proven to have detrimental effects on the human body. ”

emmet could not help but tense at that, lips pressed shut in a thin line. even if it was a robotic, disembodied voice emitting from his laptop, and not something that could comprehend the bubbling stress and anticipation sitting in the back of his throat, there was still a silent indicator of a “ hurry up, ” practically spilling off the man in waves.

“ in recent influxes, people who have reportedly fallen through these aforementioned wormholes have suffered severe bouts of amnesia; that, at least, seems to have stayed universal between the two variants. in older times, it was rumored that one of ancient sinnoh’s wardens, and even the hero of hisui herself, had fallen from these spatial rifts, never to return to their home time. “

so if either of them had fallen in; emmet thought, with a mounding sort of dread in his throat, they would’ve been plunged to dragons knows where with no recollection. great to know. chills practically rolled down his spine as he shuffled to shut off the laptop; he had heard enough for now, and he was feeling no better

arm falling slack over the side of the bed, the silver-haired man lay still there for a few moments, eventually hoisting the stray limb back onto the bed and under the covers.

archeops had made himself cozy curled up on top of the blanket at emmet’s side, chittering and crooning with an occasional parroted “ safety checks! safety checks! “ in an attempt in echoing ingo’s voice.

oh.

right.

he had checked out early.

which meant he would be home alone for the next few hours.

drawing in an inhale, emmet buried his face in the pillow, with a long, exasperated sigh.

..it wouldn’t kill him to take a nap.

unfortunately for emmet, he apparently wasn’t allowed to have nice things anymore.

for one, his so-called ‘nap’ went on way longer than he would’ve preferred; there was no light coming through his bedroom window. considering the light switch was off as well, it was safe to say either ingo or one of his pokemon had shut it off.

two. his entire top half was freezing. and soaked. and there was a small weight on his chest; not a joltik, he would’ve been electrocuted by now. considering the tiny bits of something solid he was able to pick out in the dark, clinging to his hair, skin, shirt; it was snow.

another heap of half-melted snow.

balling his hands into fists, he shoved off the covers, grabbing whatever was rested on him with a loud string of half-coherent expressions of annoyance, storming across the room and flicking the switch on.

yep. more snow.

well, at least whatever distortion thing this time didn’t tear up his room.

now pausing to look at the object rather harshly grasped in his hand, he seemed to fumble with the thing for a few moments, squinting.

it resembled a pokeball, sure, but it seemed more…worn. old. weathered.

it was definitely empty; flicking open the latch, ( not a button, oddly enough, ) emmet was, in fact, able to confirm the thing was vacant. it didn’t have the same plastic and metal hand feel, though. the reddish half seemed slightly more weighted, as if carved from stone or rock, while what would’ve been the white half seemed almost wooden, indicated by texture, coloration, marbling; everything.

it was fascinating, quickly derailing his thoughts to examine such a thing in his hands, yet oh-so frustrating once his train of thought returned to the station. right. his bed was still soaked. so was he.

checking the time on his xtransciever, which was charging on his dresser, it read roughly 8:30.

alright. his head didn’t feel like there was a firework show setting off inside it anymore, so maybe it would be a good idea to report this whole…distortion situation to someone.

according to that article, there was a branch of the interpol that could handle that. the station in nimbasa wasn’t too far away; he considered it walking distance.

quickly changing out of his cold, drenched pajama shirt and bottoms into something more presentable, emmet grabbed his casual coat, pocketing the odd pokeball as well as archeops’ while walking and fitting his arms into the sleeves at the same time, leaving his room and making his way down the stairs.

the feathered pokemon in question, who had hopped his way to his little bed after the distortion had decided to drop a heap of snow into the room, quickly followed, returning to his pokeball once he had caught up with emmet.

( seeing as the kitchen light was on, ingo was likely in there, presumably having his evening tea. the tv was running in the background; some documentary, if he tuned in hard enough. ingo wasn’t much of a documentary person unless it was intriguing; he simply enjoyed the background noise. )

emmet never understood how he enjoyed that stuff.

the tea, that is.

ingo always liked his drinks sweet, so emmet only wrinkled his nose in contempt when he noticed the cup in his hurry down the stairs.

( the silver-haired man looked up from his mug, leaning against the counter with a hum. resting the cup down, he took a few steps in approach, raising a brow. )

“ emmet? where are you going at this hour? it is not exactly late, but i was told by cameron earlier that you were not feeling well, and you were asleep by the time i got home to ask how you were doing. ”

“ i am emmet. i am filing a report to interpol. i will be back in the next hour. i am verrry much fine. ”

emmet’s hand rested on the door handle, briefly, before quickly making his ‘escape’, leaving ingo very little room to question why.

( ingo was not stupid. the other’s rushed departure and lack of clarification was plenty of a clue. emmet did not lie often; he knew he hated doing such a thing, but withholding things masked behind vague words was something he apparently wasn’t opposed to. )

( plus, he had explained nothing about what had happened that morning. asking to check his office, slamming the door shut, and walking out like a hurricane had shredded through the room with bits of glass and debris digging into his skin like nails. )

( emmet was a bad liar, but he was worse at making what he was doing seem insignificant. grabbing his coat, keys, xtransciever, and chandelure’s pokeball, ingo turned to follow; in his pajamas and a trench coat, sure, but clearly not intent on being left in the dark. both literally and figuratively; it was dark outside. )

silently answering the question, emmet pointed to one eye, winking, before pointing to ingo's face.

“ ..my eye? ”

a nod.

“ is there something wrong with my eye? ”

another nod. emmet quickly fished his xtransceiver out of his pocket; turning on the camera, he held the device between the two of them, gesturing for ingo to lean over and look.

chapter three artwork woohoo

chapter three for today!! :]

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general summary :

ingo finds many things question worthy while trying to follow his brother.

word count :

1,707.

( in his pajamas and a trench coat, sure, but clearly intent on not being left in the dark. )

to the passerby folk, seeing the sight that was subway boss ingo striding down the sidewalk with the motivation of an irritated tauros, yet looking as if he had just hardly rolled out of bed, was an odd sight, but everyone kept their comments to themselves.

it was nimbasa city, anyways. there was hardly anything you could consider a normal sight.

further up ahead, with emmet walking with roughly the same amount of resolve, nobody bothered question that either.

and to the much fewer who had put together the two were in a tense pursuit of one another, it raised mild flags, but it was rightfully not their buisness to interfere.

( for it being somewhat late in the evening, the streets were hardly close to empty. ingo noted that with a silent huff, weaving in and out of groups of strangers and somewhat familar passengers alike with an apology and polite tip of his hat; like he always did. )

( though perhaps falling into work habits now of all times, especially when this was now family buisness, at least to him, was to mask the concern sitting in his chest, like an uncomfortable, shifting weight. )

( something about today in general frankly disturbed him, even if it was just a little bit, and he certainly did not appreciate the lack of context he was being given. )

( that, and he was worried. )

( rounding another corner, he nearly crashed face first into another man; ) who, clearly, was much more attentive then he was, and swerved out of the way with a mild look of surprise.

( while ingo quickly turned to sputter out an apology, ) the blonde haired man shook his head with a soft laugh.

“ hey, hey- don't worry about it. no hard feelings. ”

blinking a few times, the other man seemed to stare for a few moments, as if he was practically studying his expression, before nodding, snapping his fingers.

“ ah- you're subway boss ingo, right?”

“ yes, that would be me. although it seems you've caught me off my usual tracks. ”

( haftheartedly gesturing to the fact he was not in uniform, ) the blonde haired stranger nodded, eventually holding out one hand with a hum.

“ well it's a pleasure to meet you, off duty, mr. ingo. my name's volo. i don't think i've had the pleasure of taking the battle subway very often, i've stopped on the doubles lines a few times. ”

( ingo held his hand out as well , accepting the polite gesture of a handshake with a nod. ) eventually volo drew his hand back, craning his head while clearly rummaging through his pockets for something.

eventually procuring a light blue post it note, neatly folded up in half, then in half again the other way, he handed the paper to ingo, ( who took it from his hand tentatively with a puzzled tilt of his head. before he could even unfold it, ) volo chimed in, a now oddly chipper tone to his voice in comparison to before.

“ well, i don't mean to hold you up, seeing as you're clearly in a rush, but would you mind passing this on to your brother for me when you see him next? i meant to give it to him tommorow, but this just seems all too coincidental to not take the oppurtunity, hah. ”

( while still admittedly offput by the other's switch in demeanor, ingo did eventually respond with a firm nod. )

and with that, volo practically dissapeared into the crowd with a simple wave goodbye.

( blinking a few times, ingo did eye the paper a few times over, baffled as to what someone could need to tell emmet so soon, yet feel the need to use post it notes instead of, what-- a text or email, but it wasn't his buisness. he'd give it to him at the station, as promised. )

( ..then again, he never distinctly promised anything. )

( no, no, no, you are not opening that letter, ingo treyne-- the man scolded himself practically like a toddler, stuffing the note in his jacket pocket and continuing on his way. )

( trodding right through the interpol station doorway, ingo quickly swept over the 'waiting' sort of area, eventually spotting emmet amongst the rather quiet room. )

the man was sitting half hunched over in a chair with his head rested on his hands; he kept bouncing his knee; the source of the constant “tap tap tap” echoing through the room, and his mouth did not move once, ( not even when ingo walked over and sat down beside him. )

“ emmet? are you ok? ”

tap. tap. tap.

“ you haven't informed me of anything that happened today, emmet. i'm concerned. ”

tap. tap. tap.

“ are you upset with me, or is right now just not a talking time? i don't need you to speak to me, emmet, but- ”

taptaptaptaptaptap--

still staring at the ground, a repeated clicking sound still eminating from the heel of his shoe hitting the floor, emmet held up one hand, then what one could read as a peace sign.

two fingers; that meant the latter.

( ingo could not help but sigh in relief. )

” that works. is it alright if we communicate like this until you've done what you need to do here, or until you're ok to talk? “

emmet's two fingered gesture then changed to a thumbs up.

” alright. how are you feeling right now? “

a thumbs up quickly shifted to a thumb's down.

“ ..is it related to what happened this morning? “

back to a thumb's up.

“ did you know something was going to happen today? ”

while he seemed uncertain, his hand stayed in a thumbs up.

“ how? ”

no response.

“ ah - no, that's too broad of a question. did someone tell you, or did you know on your own? ”

one finger. that meant the former.

“ were they on the doubles line today? ”

( ingo began to search his pockets for the note, ) while emmet's gesture of choice changes to a thumb's up.

( he carefully retrieved the pale blue slip of paper, showing it to the man sitting beside him; ) as emmet's expression turned from that of a frustrated look to just stunned, ( ingo had a solid idea on what to ask next. )

“ did they write on post it notes and go by the name volo? ”

emmet practically nabbed the paper right from his hands without responding.

( while ingo was surprised by such a reaction of all things, he did not react or make any sort of comment, simply watching with a raised brow. )

eventually after skimming the contents, emmet quickly folded the note and stashed it away; glancing back to ingo, almost apologetically, at first, before his face seemed to twist into a more confused look.

( as ingo stared back, initially in understanding, he eventually looked equally puzzled, craning his head. )

silently answering the equally silent question, emmet pointed to one eye, winking, before pointing to ingo's face.

” ..huh? is there something on my face ? “

he shook his head. slightly more aggressive with the gesture, emmet nearly poked ingo in the eye, trying to get his point across with a huff.

” is there something wrong with my eye? “

a nod. emmet quickly fished his xtransceiver out of his pocket; turning on the camera, he held the device between the two of them, gesturing for ingo to lean over and look.

seeing the worry cross ingo's face at his own reflection, emmet's brows furrowed. eventually the man cleared his throat, making an attempt at voicing his concerns before being cut off.

“ mr. emmet treyne? there's an officer availible to take your case, now. ”

the man at the front desk spoke up, in the direction of the twins; emmet nearly shot out of his chair like a misfired rocket, stuffing the paper note as well as his xtrans back in his pocket, before briefly turning to ingo.

“ will explain later. promise. “

( another thing, ingo could note about his brother; he despised breaking promises nearly as much as he hated lying. )

( so a nod in response was all he needed to do to show he understood. )

( ultimately, ingo chose to hang around in the waiting room. )

( frankly, he was rather sure he should see a doctor; human pupils were not supposed to change shape, especially something as jagged as a triangle of all things. )

( while he did have to admit it looked quite cool-- it still was a pressing matter! )

( snapping him out of his thoughts, his xtrans buzzed a few times over. drawing it from his pocket, he skimmed the messages, noting they were from emmet. )

em 🚊 || 9:17pm

hello

do you know who is on overnight security duty at the station tonight

there is something the officers want to take a look at

( something that urgent had happened at the station as well? ingo could not help but bite down on his tongue. he knew emmet had left early due to a headache, according to what he had been told; but that was it. )

ingo || 9:18pm

Jackie always covers the night shifts. They’ll be there regardless. I believe Cameron is there as well tonight.

Why do you ask?

em 🚊 || 9:20pm

security cams

there is something important on the securities cams

verrry important

could you contact them and let them know we will be making an unexpected stop there they don’t get too caught off guard

more for cameron then jackie

ingo || 9:22pm

👍

( … )

( right. he had promised. promised to explain everything later. )

( with that, ingo excused himself outside of the building with a hum, dialing to make a call. )

day one; pokemon!

:]

day two; friends / family!

they r playing just dance :]

sometimes 7am wips are ok

SUBWAY BOSS EMMET RESHIRAM CHALLENGES YOU TO A BATTLE!

day 10 - monster / fusion

ohhh i had so much fun with the fire on this i think it distracted me from the real prompt

chapter five. after semi unannounced hiatus bc school is a pain. hi.

general summary :

elesa and ingo’s perspective is given a small amount of shine. a plan is made.

word count :

1,719.

whenever elesa received a text from one of the twins pertaining to the ‘sibling clause’, it was always a matter of;

“ alright, what did one of you do this time? ”

sibling clause. a silly rule the three of them had made up when they were kids. if ingo and emmet couldn’t decide on something, or one of them was doing something they potentially shouldn’t, elesa got to decide who was right.

surprisingly, this worked well for elementary school kids.

well enough that elesa still received the occasional “sibling clause.” message while the three of them were grown adults.

train boy number one || 9:40pm

Elesa.

It is that inevitable time.

elesa || 9:43pm

???

you alright over there ingo?

train boy number one || 9:45pm

No.

‘Sibling clause.’

elesa || 9:46pm

..alright, what did em do now.

train boy number one || 9:48pm

Something odd and dangerous happened this morning, and he refuses to elaborate on what it is.

It destroyed my home office as well as causing something amiss at the station, and he is even reporting whatever it is to Interpol.

He’s heading to Gear Station again with the officers- something to do with the security cams.

I worry for his safety.

elesa || 9:51pm

alright, so he’s at the station still?

i’m coming over. we can ask him what happened when he gets back.

the drive to the twin’s place was relatively short. while elesa did not consider herself in her best attire at the moment, for a model- it was late, and she was honestly rather tired- frankly, tired enough to hardly care, and she knew the treyne brothers would be the last people in all of unova to judge.

knocking on the door intently and taking a step back to wait, eventually there was the shuffling and clicking of it being unlocked, as ingo opened the door, a placid frown resting on his face, chandelure floating behind him with a wispy chime. not in disappointment of her arrival, no- she could tell by the way his brows were tightly knitted together in worry that he was simply still concerned in relation to what he had told her on the phone.

elesa eventually found herself tilting her head as she watched the other’s face, the two both heading inside as ingo shut the door.

“ never took you as one to wear those sort of costume contacts, ingo. is that something new you’re doing for the station? ”

( ingo seemed to just blink in confusion- once, twice, before eventually realizing what she meant with a silent “oh.” )

“ ah- that is another thing. ”

“ and that other thing is..? ”

“ for one, that is not a contact. i do not know how to explain it, but it’s not. ”

( as… utterly baffling as the explanation was, every bit and piece of ingo’s demeanor indicated it was the truth. his subdued frown, the way his arms rested behind his back in his standard work posture- while he was not as adamant about it as his brother, ingo was not exactly fond of lies either. ) the ghost-fire type, practically sensing the man’s mild distress, began to bump and prod at his shoulder with a low croon, as if demanding to be held as a distraction.

“ well did you see a doctor or go to the hospital for something like that? dragons, ingo- if emmet was home and you just told him that, he’d be the one calling me over! ”

( seeing as the other seemed almost sheepish about his unspoken answer, averting his silvery gaze with his arms cradled around chandelure’s glass body, ) elesa pinched the bridge of her nose with an exasperated, drawn out sigh.

“ so you haven’t told anyone other than your brother and me, nor have you seen a professional about it? alright, first thing tomorrow you’re getting dragged to the doctor’s. ”

“ it hasn’t caused me any difficulties, elesa, i am still feeling quite fine- ”

“ no buts. i will call you out of work myself if i need to. ”

( as ingo sighed in defeat, taking out his xtrans to place the call he would be out tomorrow, ) elesa crossed her arms in triumph, an almost smug look on her face. watching as the other soon retreated to the couch, sitting criss-cross while still comfortably holding chandelure in his arms, the dark haired woman’s face soon softened as she joined him, leaning over the sofa and resting her elbows on the backing.

“ for someone who’s ‘feeling quite fine,’ you look tired, iggs. either that, or chandelure’s burning off whatever energy you have right now. ”

( seeing as ingo quite literally had his head held right over the pokemon’s spectral flames; gentle shades of blue and purple, flickering across his face in warm ribbons of sorts, both could be true in tandem. seeing as his response was a quiet hum, rather than something vocal, ) the brief noise only echoed by chandelure’s ghostly chimes- elesa’s response was nothing short of an amused snort. raising a hand to flick a stray piece of silver hair on the man’s head, she eventually slumped down ever so slightly, her head resting on the couch backing as well.

“ alright. don’t fall asleep while we’re waiting for emmet, at least. ”

for a few minutes, they simply just shared the pleasant silence.

well, less of silence, more of the comfortable ambience of the household; the TV was running some documentary indistinctly as background noise, ingo’s pokemon seemed to come and go around the house, occasionally stopping to stick near the couch and join the cozy quiet, and chandelure was as close to sleeping as it could get, nestled in ingo’s arms with it’s indigo hued flames crackling quietly.

( ingo himself seemed almost asleep as well- his eyes half lidded shut and his head occasionally bobbing upwards as if trying to stay awake. )

as the sound of keys jostling the doorknob began to come from the front door- awkwardly subtle, as if whoever was doing so wanted to enter as undetected as possible, and was failing in that manner, both ingo and elesa sat up to attention, unsurprised when the lanky, silver haired figure of emmet stuck his head through the door. he looked almost mildly disheveled; his hair was hardly fixed at this point, and elesa could see the bits of gauze sticking out from under his shirt collar and sleeves as he removed his jacket.

“ i am emmet. ingo, why did you invite elesa over at such an hour? ”

the almost nervous inflection to his words were evident, as the two stayed silent, their expressions reading enough that the man in the doorway audibly sighed in defeat. hanging up his coat, he began rummaging through his pockets, drawing out a small, yet odd assortment of items; fabric scraps, something that resembled a pokeball, various post it notes all folded up neatly- elesa could not even fathom, off the top of her head, how any of these correlated to each other.

whatever explanation he’s about to give is going to be a long one- she mused that silently to herself, as emmet sat down on the couch, beginning to speak.

“ to emmet treyne. ”

“ you don’t know me. that’s ok. but i need you to listen very carefully to this note . ”

“ your brother is in danger. i can’t tell you what just yet, but make sure neither of you are in his office at 5:30 tomorrow morning. ”

“ -v. ”

“ but i do not believe i was their original target. ”

ingo and elesa both seemed to furrow their brows in unison.

“ so this ‘v’ individual- he knew what was going to happen today somehow, and that it would’ve targeted ingo if you didn’t interfere? ”

“ yes- and he’s been leaving notes since. his name is volo, supposedly. ”

( ingo had become admittedly distant from the conversation, as worried as he was. fiddling with the pokeball’s latch, he could not help but mull over the situation in his head to himself- that something bad could have happened to emmet because he decided to brute force his way into protecting him from some mysterious rift in time, attempting to stake a claim on his existence- that, and some stranger had either knew in advance or had predicted it within a matter of a day, and thought to warn his brother, not him. )

( the ongoing conversation seemed to break and chip at his piling thoughts; eventually he did lift his head, listening with what bit of energy he had at the moment. whether the azure and violet flames still stretching and flickering in front of him were simply tiring him more than he should be, or he was simply exhausted for the day, he wasn’t sure. )

“ so we should go find this volo guy, right? seems like the most obvious answer, as he clearly knows what’s going on, yea? ”

“ considering he has been visiting the doubles line consecutively since the initial warning, he will likely be there tomorrow. we will find him again. and we will figure this out. ”

“ and we’re getting ingo to the doctor for that eye. ”

( there was an audible groan of complaint from the silver haired man at that, ) and after a few beats of silence, the whole trio could not help but break out into a fit of laughter together.

they would figure this out. yep.

seeing as it was even darker out, now, elesa seemed to gather her things, heading to the door.

“ well it’s getting late, so i’ll meet you boys tomorrow for our little investigation! catch you later! ”

waving goodbye to their friend, ingo and emmet sat on the couch in silence for a few moments before emmet rose first.

“ alright, you heard elesa. we have a day ahead of us tomorrow, and that means going to sleep on time. ”

noticing the other man’s drowsy expression, he furrowed his brows, adding on his words with a scoff.

“ …and not on the couch. ”

assorted emmet doodles during school :]

happy new years eve i speedran a comic for funsies

doodle i made in class

[ eyestrain warning for version below the readmore ]

apparently on twitter either today or yesterday it was national cat day and now my dashboard is just catboy submas. here’s my contribution i fucking guess /lh

my take on a subway twins fusion ( i have seen a lot and wanted to try )

letting the fixation hit like a truck again means being allowed back in the metaphorical au kitchen