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Seen a few Submas ENA designs, and wanted to try designing my own >:3
Really happy with how this turned out!
DAY TWENTY-EIGHT Emmet appreciation month (June 2024)
[reunion]
DAY TWENTY-SEVEN Emmet appreciation month (June 2024)
[comfort]
DAY TWENTY-ONE Emmet appreciation month (June 2024)
[road trip]
The actions in this picture are carried out by professionals. Do not attempt at home.
DAY TWENTY Emmet appreciation month (June 2024)
[first day of summer]
Maybe they should get some summer uniforms.
DAY EIGHTEEN Emmet appreciation month (June 2024)
[dance]
DAY SIXTEEN Emmet appreciation month (June 2024)
[hat]
DAY FOURTEEN Emmet appreciation month (June 2024)
[game night]
Playing Mario Kart isn´t Emmet´s strong suit. As the (technically) older brother, Ingo get´s the "being good at games and having the controler" rights.
Emmet is on snack duty, so he´s alright with that. (Guess which one of these is a winning face- bet you´d guess wrong!)
DAY TWELVE Emmet appreciation month (June 2024)
[illusion]
Ingo didn´t have a very good first impression of hisuan Zoroark it seems.
DAY ELEVEN Emmet appreciation month (June 2024)
[photo]
Babies´ first formal event.
DAY SEVEN Emmet appreciation month (June 2024)
[voice]
Between him and his brother, Emmet has always been the quieter one. This may in part be because Ingo is, at times, disproportionally loud. Emmet doesn´t mind this.
(though he´s pretty sure his ears usually ringing by the end of the day isn´t just because of the trains)
DAY SIX Emmet appreciation month (June 2024)
[cooking]
Emmet and Ingo both know how to cook most basic things, but they don´t tend to do it a lot. A busy scedule lends to efficiency, so most of what they eat is store-bought or leftovers.
Their tastes in food differ more often than not; One thing they can agree on though, is garlic bread. So, sometimes when they´re not too busy and feel like indulging, it´s garlic time! (too bad they get a bit too excited sometimes, a burnt tounge is never nice to have)
DAY THREE Emmet appreciation month (June 2024)
[Battle]
There´s static in the air, thick and suffocating in the way it crackles along Emmet´s skin, leaving the hairs along his arms raised and the skin under them uncomfortable.
The anticipation is almost as stifling as the air and as Emmet cranes his neck, looking up and up and up, still not catching the creatures eyes but feeling the way it´s awareness looms, washing over him like a fever all the same.
This is it.
Clutching Chandelure´s Pokéball firmly in his left hand he hesitates, but chastises himself in the same motion.
It´s now or never. And with a red chain nestled in his right jacket pocket and his mind firmly made up Emmet is prepared to fight a God.
Finally finished that one!
Cilan isn‘t used to interacting with guests and is more used to harsh words than kind ones. While insults don‘t reach him much anymore, standing in front of his idols does make him nervous
more context here
The lineart on this is still a little scribbly, but uhhh, Eelektross!Emmet and Chandelure!Ingo.
Fuck.
I love them so much wtf 😭
Look for anything (or anyone) that could be familiar
For part two:
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siblings :)
you can decide what emmet did to get a forehead flick
Warden Ingo
(100% inspired by @critterbitter )
(Timelapse under the cut)
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.
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.
Emmet, Ingo, and a special guest!
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.
Emmet forgot to give himself his daily "I'm normal" speech in the mirror when he was getting ready. OG image below.
Also bonus small twins
Two of them
that's very sweet of you to read my half-dead blog where I post my half-assed art. thank you very much :) don't mind those tags. idk what am I doing.
Can't believe that this miserable man is what finally got me to give in and actually play pokemon games
mom said it’s my turn to hyperfixate
GET HER ASS
there are many benefits to being a subway boss (i.e. having the ability to tell rude passengers off)