#Emmet's POV

[choochooboss]

"Loyal, brave and true"

...apart from the frequent betrayal in the Super Multi lines! It's a good thing that Emmet likes winning more than anything else, but at what cost... Reference & quote used are from Disney's Mulan (the animation!!)! Poster reference in the image link!

[meister-draws]

A new yorker and his funny pigeon

[critterbitter]

Dangers of living with trainers with no common sense:

And some misc sketches of the baby submases and their starters!

[dailysubwaybossemmet]

day 155

[primejourney]

Hello world!

I’ve been wanting to get back to drawing daily, and having fallen in the SubMas fandom rabbit hole recently, I was excited to learn about the Sept-Ingo challenge! I’m excited to use this as a way to practice, but also to see what areas I could focus on practicing. 

I worked hard all Labor Day weekend on this one for the prompt “BATTLE”. It depicts Ingo and Emmet during their time as depot agents. (I suppose it could be a bit more Ingo centric! But it just didn’t feel right without Emmet there!). 

Critique is always welcome! I tried to mess around with foreshortening, something I’ve never really tried before (I haven’t practiced anatomy very much either!). I know it needs improvement, but I have to say I am proud of what I’ve accomplished — it’s so nice to create a finished work again!! 

(also...sorry for posting so late @monthofingo ..! i draw very slowly ;D;)

More about my inspiration under the cut

I was inspired by @maniacwatchestheworld post about how the brothers’ Klinklangs were most likely their starters! I adore Chandelure and Elektross as much as the next SubMas fan, but I think these two deserve some more love! They represent Ingo and Emmet’s battling synchronicity and bond very well! I like to think they used them a lot in their time as depot agents before they became masters. 

I took inspiration from the idea of the two Pokémon having Plus and Minus as abilities! You might notice the two klangs look a little different from each other. ;)

I originally wanted to include a speech bubble with an attack name or cool phrase, but I couldn’t squeeze one in…and I couldn’t think of one. I’d love to hear if you guys have any ideas of what they might be saying. :D (I entertained "Gear Shift!" but technically, only one of them knows that move, lol).

p.s. if anyone has tips on how to draw their silly hats in perspective i would be eternally indebted to you ;D:)

[smoothoperatorasks]

how does ingo feel knowing operator could bench him

ingo has mixed feelings. the others use this knowledge for mischief.

[xero013]

Your art has me giggling kicking screaming throwing up rainbows (affectionately) 🦄🌈

I didn’t even know Emmet x Elesa x Ingo existed until now but I kinda like it thanks to you 🐣

Ah that's so sweet

I am happy to spread the thirdrailshipping agenda to everyone everywhere lol here have some more food🍚

[ratwithhands]

"Apologize."

[1495-gauge]

Unova, a nation of truth seekers, idealists. In the face of unknown tragedy, there is only one option, when you have the strength.

[white-hyacinths]

"I had a nightmare where the whole world vanished before my eyes"

[choochooboss]

[fraycreations]

Once Reshiram ceased its fiery breath, it moved away to give Ingo space, lying down absurdly like a large cat. No one breathed nor moved. No one except for Ingo, who moved with a speed he did not know he was capable of to catch his brother when he crumpled, no longer supported by ice. Emmet was limp, muscles finally free of the deadlock the deep freeze had put them in, and he was cold. So unbelievably, unsurprisingly cold. As Ingo gripped his hand, the skin felt thin, paperlike, reacting to his touch in ways that skin shouldn’t. It was… So wrong. There was a fear, as bone-deep as the cold, gripping Ingo as he reached for Emmet’s wrist. The sharpness of the chill superseded any pulse that he may have found there, and he choked on a sob. What good would anything do, now, at this point? Even so, despite the cold, despite the Dragon with its fire at his back, watching him silently, Ingo removed the coat that he had so reverently clung to all this time and bundled it around his brother. A warming blanket or a funeral shroud, he did not know. But he could not do nothing. And so Ingo held Emmet close, a hand on the side of his face, fingers buried in hair that was still crackly and brittle with frost. Leaning forward, he pressed his forehead to Emmet’s, whole body trembling with the strength of his despair. There was only the two of them in the world, at that moment. One was clinging to the other, speaking in pleas and praying for absolution. The other said nothing at all. – @ingo-ingoing-ingone

and, what of Emmet?

[submasbrainrot]

dramatic lighting

[sataara]

Unexpected Encounters

This is a crackship fic, don't ask me where it came from, it's too much to explain, but it's basically Emmet x Sawyer, so, enjoy?

HERE'S WHY I WROTE THIS!!! @choochooboss your fault!!!!! /pos

Sawyer heard about them before seeing their faces, the twins that won every battle despite being only a duo against trios, so strong that the disadvantage could barely be called that. Emmet and Ingo. He was honestly curious about the two as they now walked down the hall to Lear, full of purpose. One dressed in black, with a frown and a warm, expressive voice, the other in white, with a sharp smile and armed with quick and few words. They were the image of Unova, from what Sawyer heard about the region, the representation of the legends that N carried with him.

As they talked, Sawyer couldn't help but feel eyes on him, he noticed the up and down stare and his eyes for one moment met Emmet's. Quickly, his attention went back to Lear, leaving Sawyer with the option to pay back the stare, the man's skinny form was almost hidden under his long coat, but Sawyer could see how well his clothes fit, showing his shape nicely. As his eyes moved up he saw the faintest of blushes coloring Emmet's cheeks, he doubted anyone else was looking hard enough to notice. His own smile was knowing as he felt the eyes moving to him for a second, before going back to Lear once again.

But just as they appeared, they were gone. Sawyer went back with his young master while he talked about the interesting figures, mentioning that maybe they should visit their battle subway to test their abilities, but that never came to be. Lear got busy, what meant that Sawyer and Rachel were even busier, going here and there, solving something or another. Until the young master had a different work to ask of his loyal bodyguards.

Sawyer was looking for the peculiar rocks that have been showing up around the island, some trainers seemed to be in the same place as him doing the same. Rachel and him decided to go each one way, so he had been looking by himself for only a few minutes before he saw him.

He was wearing new clothes, a sygna suit, Sawyer remembered hearing about that. His brother was around too, but a few ways away. An idea was starting to form in his head, Sawyer had seen through the young master early that day, when he requested the expedition. He knew Lear wanted him to catch a break from running around inside all day, so he didn't feel too bad about not searching and instead, just going up to the smiling man in his new interesting outfit.

“Hey, it's Emmet, right?” He gave a quick wave and a winning smile to the other man, who quickly snapped out of what he was focused on. It seemed like his presence was unexpected from the way Emmet blushed, just like that first time in the Hall.

“I am Emmet, yes, Lear's bodyguard?” He tripped somewhat over his words, Sawyer wasn't sure if the last bit was a question or not.

“Name's Sawyer, nice to properly meet you!” A small nod while he crossed his arms, Emmet nodded back and kept his close to his body. Sawyer was used to towering over people but besides his lanky build, Emmet was almost the same height as him, maybe one or two inches shorter, a dynamic he wasn't honestly expecting but not a negative one in any capacity. “So, I heard you and your brother were doing a tournament recently? I think the young master was complaining again, about you two not following the three members rule.” At the mention of the tournament, Emmet's eyes shined and his hands started moving fast.

“Yes! We understand the rule but we didn't think it would work with our idea, it was for self improvement.”

And Emmet talked as much as he could about his and his brother's accomplishments and the tournament in itself, his speech was blunt, direct and his sentences short. At some point he just started talking about the twin's bond, how they worked together and how they both covered each other's weaknesses. That got Sawyer talking about his young master too, about his growth, the many years he protected and helped him, about the late Queen and her mission for him and Honchkrow. When he noticed, the sun was a lot higher in the sky than before.

“Emmet, I can help but notice how caring and strong willed you are! Your partner must be lucky to have you!”

“Uh…” The red tint to his cheeks came back once more, “Ingo is my partner and rival in battle and in our lives, Eelektross, Archeops, Escavalier, they are too, but…. In that way, there's no car connected to mine.”

“You're single? But you're such a handsome man!” Sawyer was very much playing a game, wanting Emmet to give his okay first before he tried making any move.

“Th-thank you… I just. Have gone out with people before. But never stayed with a guy for long.” Oh, Emmet got his game and decided to answer in the same fashion.

Now he noticed how close they got to each other during that entire talk. Sawyer wasn't sure when that happened, but he decided to take the opportunity, two more steps and he held Emmet, hand resting on his lower back. With a quick maneuver, he dipped him and their faces were right next to each other. Emmet was red up to his ears, expression full of surprise but smile still there.

“What if we had lunch together and saw where that’ll take us?” Sawyer's smile was sharp, Emmet gave him a quick nod.

With that, Sawyer gave him a quick and bold kiss to his forehead, pulling him back up again and taking his hand to guide him to a nice place that was perfect for a lunch date.

In an area a few feet away, Ingo had watched the entire interaction, just giving them glances during the conversation and only stopping to watch when he noticed them getting close. After they walked away he huffed a quiet laugh. He was happy his brother was having fun and meeting new people. Assuming that he probably wouldn't be at their hotel room that night, with those thin inner walls, his eyes traveled back to another sight that was catching his attention that entire morning. The blue haired time traveler was in his own new clothes, talking to someone that Ingo barely knew how to describe, when his gaze never went to them. In that moment he wished he was as bold as Sawyer had been. His room would be empty besides for himself, so maybe… Why not? Swallowing his nerves, Ingo walked towards his own chance of meeting someone new that day.

[nartothelar]

dragons help those plasma grunts once emmet arrives to assist

SKSK emmet is dealing with his own group of plasma grunts but rest assured, both subway bosses can hold their own and kick some major ass

[feroluce]

When Al Haitham dreams, it's in shades of sandy blonde and red, metallic gold and feather-blue. His nightmares are colored much the same.

Kaveh leisurely strolls ahead of him, shoes leaving deep treads in the soft desert sand. He keeps a careful distance, arms length, and in return Al Haitham keeps an eye on him, the other man's back dead center in his sights.

He curses the sand in his boots and the long line of footprints he steps into, already the exact shape of the soles of his shoes.

They aren't lost. Al Haitham knows where they are. They've been here before. They are still here.

Kaveh doesn't watch their feet. His head is constantly tipped back with his eyes on the stars and their constellations (of which Al Haitham only knows two, Vultur Volans and Paradisaea). He'll walk right into a cactus like that. Al Haitham yells ahead for him to watch where he's going.

Kaveh reaches up to touch the side of his head in a strange motion, but otherwise there's no acknowledgement. They press on into the dark of night.

Something squelches beneath Al Haitham's boot.

It stops him short, pulls his attention like a magnet and as much as he wants to, he can't ignore it. He doesn't want to lose any more ground. But something won't let him move on. Al Haitham watches as red seeps into the golden sand, spills beyond the border of his bootprint until he slides his foot aside.

It's an ear.

It's a human ear, and there's a heavy earring attached, metallic gold, gems red and green, a familiar shape, a familiar shade-

Al Haitham opens his mouth to yell. Chokes. Swallows the lump in his throat as he quickly restarts his pace. Tries again.

"Hey!"

Another squelch under a hurried footstep. He doesn't stop to look. Al Haitham is pretty sure he knows what it is.

"Kaveh, hey!"

The path becomes littered, little slices and small pieces, fingertips and knuckles, Kaveh's arms once held casually behind his back now strewn along the sands. Every time Al Haitham extends his hand to him, reality warps and bends like the twisted image in a broken mirror, lines mismatched and edges jagged. Kaveh flits just beyond his grasp, fleeting fae, no longer able to hear him or to reach out to him. Al Haitham can only grit his teeth and follow.

His right foot marches forward. His left follows. His right again. His left suddenly doesn't follow, and Al Haitham is thrown off balance and pitches forward, swinging his arms outward to land on his palms and keep his face off the ground, because he's been in the desert enough times to know what a foot suddenly being stuck can mean.

Quicksand.

Al Haitham curses and swears in just about every language he knows as he tries to spread his weight as evenly as possible, stay afloat at the top of it because if he sinks, he knows he'll be done for, and shit, Kaveh.

His neck cranes uncomfortably in his search, Kaveh had only been a few feet in front of him, he can't be sunk much further, and he's in the desert much more often than Al Haitham anyway, he'll be familiar with what to do-

Kaveh stands in front of him, empty sleeves fluttering loose. Still just out of his grasp, still watching the stars. The quicksand is already up to his calves.

"Say, Al Haitham..." It's the first he's spoken this whole time. His voice resonates somewhere deeply nostalgic in Al Haitham's chest, produces a ripple that momentarily stuns his heart.

Kaveh is sinking.

Al Haitham stretches out on his belly as far as he's able, it's quickly up to his knees, Kaveh isn't even trying to redistribute his weight or pull himself out, it's at his thighs, Al Haitham sucks in a breath and yells for him, his hips, yells louder, his waist, Al Haitham's trembling fingertips can almost reach, his chest, Kaveh drops level with him, quicksand about his neck like a noose.

Kaveh's head tips back, back, impossibly far back, until it hangs, angle awkward, and he's looking right past Al Haitham with his tired smile and gouged, blinded sockets full of starlight.

"Do you believe in karma?"

The quicksand swallows him entirely and Al Haitham dives, shoves his arms deep and pushes off with the one foot he'd had left on safe ground, because he can't, he can't, it's not the same without Kaveh, not anymore, he needs him, no one else keeps him sharp, no one else challenges him like Kaveh, if he can just grab him, if he can just pull him back up-

Al Haitham thrashes, against the sands, against gravity, against the hardwood of his bedroom floor. Clumsily scrubs the back of his hand across his face to rub the grit of quicksand and sleep out of his eyes.

Sometimes he thinks he preferred it when the Akasha was still harvesting his dreams.

He pops his head out from under his weighted blanket and lays where he'd fallen out of bed for a moment, blinking blearily against the lamplight shining from his desk in the corner. Deep breaths. His consciousness shifts along the blurred line of nightmare and reality, crosses over the slow transition into wakeful awareness.

He's home, Kaveh is home. It's dark out. The house is dead silent.

He's just going to go check, he tells himself as he peels himself out of his sweat-soaked shirt and roots around for a replacement. He's already losing memories of his nightmare, the details spilling away from him like wet ink, but he knows he needs to see Kaveh. It'll feel better to do something, anything, than try to go straight back to sleep.

He's quiet when he slips out of his bedroom door, because they both keep late hours but their bedrooms are right next to each other, and Al Haitham will never hear the end of it if he wakes his roommate up.

Lights off, door shut. Nothing conclusive. He moves out to the main room.

Kaveh sits on one of those ridiculous sofas he'd ordered three of for some reason, back to him as he tucks a lock of hair behind his ear. A mostly-empty wine bottle stands tall on the table, next to the cobbled-together remains of an architectural model that's been picked and fussed over for four days straight now.

"Kaveh? What are you doing?"

This earns him an exaggerated startle, but Kaveh doesn't turn to look at him, preoccupied with whatever new sketch or blueprint he probably has in his hands. "Ohhh, nothing," he slurs cheerfully. "Just working. Just thinking."

Kaveh has always been the world's chattiest drinker. Al Haitham waits for the rest of it.

"Say, I think...I think I asked you this years ago, back then, but you never answered me." Al Haitham feels all the blood drain from his face in ominous familiarity, drip cold down the length of his spine. Kaveh sinks into the couch until he can tip his head over the back of it, looking up at him with a tired smile and exhausted eyes.

"Do you believe in karma?"