#submas family

[smallestapplin]

I got you.

Have some family fic. Arthur is my oc as submas's dad, and Ingo and Emmet are around 16 in this

Cw : mentions of underage drinking(please do not, I do not condone or recommend.)

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Being a single dad is tough but nothing Arthur couldn't handle, he loves his sons and knows he did well when his eldest came to him that morning.

"Hey Dad, some friends asked if me and Emmet could go to a party at their house tonight, would it be okay if we did?"

Arthur pats the teen's head, "Sure bud, just be safe, okay? You call me if needed, alright? Keep me posted."

Ingo huffs, playfully smacking his dad's hand off his head.

"Sure. Thank you!"

The eldest runs off, and faintly the older man can hear his youngest cheer at the news. He made sure they packed everything they needed, phones, house keys, and wallets, once everything was checked, he gave them both a hug and watched them leave.

Even now when he knows they'll come back home, he still feels a twinge and sadness knowing he'll be an empty nester soon.

Around ten at night, he checks his phone one last time to see if Ingo or Emmet had sent anything, still nothing it seems.

He's sure his sons are fine, but there is still that small voice in the back of his head telling him something is wrong. Arthur sighs, taking a deep breath, only looking at his side when his herdier nudges him.

"I know, pepper. They are strong boys..." the worry was eating at him.

It's not uncommon for his boys to want to spend the night at a friend's house or go out, but he still worries. He's glad they have each other but it's the whole reason he bought them phones in the first place, he knows they will use it but still.

He just hopes everything is okay.

He moves his covers and lays down, turning the lamp off. Before he sleeps for the night he turns his phone's volume up and keeps it close to his head.

Those ease him a little, just enough to fall asleep.

He woke with a start, grey eyes snapping open to the obnoxious ringtone he set for his eldest.

Blurry vision barely catches the time.

2:47 am

He answers it without a thought, though his face is still in his pillow.

"Ingo?" His voice was muffled by the plush pillow and thick with sleep.

He sits up with speed when he hears sniffling on the other end.

"Ingo, are you okay? Is Emmet with you?"

The Pokémon sleeping around him begin to stir at his quick movement.

"I...I know you said not to drink. B-but our friends-hic- friends took us to a different party and we had some, but they left us and- Dad, please come get us."

The fear dripping in the young boy's voice had Arthur up, slippers on, and speeding down the hallway and out the front door before he could finish.

"Alright, tell me where you are I'm on my way. Don't hang up, stay on the line with me."

He's in his car before his son even gives him a location.

Arthur is relieved the house isn't too far from where he is, ten minutes by car. The adrenaline in his veins kept him awake, though he might've broken a few traffic laws in the process, but he didn't care. His car nearly screeches to a halt in front of the house.

"I'm outside, do you feel safe enough to come to the car or do you want me to come in and get you two." He already had his seatbelt off and one foot out of the car.

"We can come."

Arthur stands outside the strange house and can finally breathe when his sons walk out, the two looking towards the ground looking guilty and afraid, tears welling up in their eyes.

Once close enough their father grabs them, wrapping them both in a tight hug.

"By Arceus I was worried. Are you two okay? Anyone hurt?" He looks them over, his stoic face breaking into concern.

They merely shake their heads not wanting to talk. He moves from them, letting them hop in the car so he can drive them home. The ride back home is silent, even as Arthur tries to ask if they are okay or if anything happened.

It eats him alive the sad look in Ingo's eyes or the guilt-ridden look in Emmet's.

Once home, they show their full feelings, once the front door shut the two cling to their father's sleep shirt, softly crying.

His arms are quick to be around them, hugging them tightly as he gently shushes them. He can't make out what they are saying, but he can occasionally hear 'sorry's coming from them.

"Shhh shhh it's okay, I'm here, I'll always be here. I got you." His heart breaks seeing his sons so afraid.

He doesn't know how long they stayed like this but it was enough for them to cry themselves to sleep. Arthur carries them both to their separate bedroom, taking their shoes off before tucking the boys into bed.

He goes to the kitchen grabs their favorite cups which he fills with some water, grabs some pain relievers from the cabinets, and some salty crackers, placing one of each on each boy's nightstand before going back to bed himself.

The adrenaline rush turns into a crash and he finds himself passing out the moment his head hits his pillow.

Tragically, he wakes up like clockwork around 6 am, he didn't get a good night's sleep after everything, but he still gets up.

No matter how groggy he is.

He's thankful it's Sunday or else his boys would have to go to school with hangovers, that thought leaves a bad taste in his mouth, but what's done is done.

He quietly makes his way to the kitchen, loading up his coffee maker as he prepares some breakfast.

Slowly but surely the smell of bacon wakes the twins, looking towards their respective nightstands they see what their father had left them.

Emmet takes his quickly, the headache he has is not kind and he wants it over.

Ingo hesitates, he broke rules, doesn't that mean he broke Dad's trust? He doesn't deserve to feel better after that, but he caves as his head throbs in pain.

He's the first to take a quick shower while Emmet brushes his teeth, the twins feeling awful after last night and just want to feel better.

After drying off and getting changed the two slowly make their way into the kitchen, where they see their dad finishing up a third plate.

"Your breakfast is ready. You two need to eat."

The plates consist of two eggs, some bacon, a pancake (two in Emmet's case), and some biscuits.

They slowly take their plates but Arthur also points to the stove.

"Made some tea too, Chamomile."

"Thank you, dad."

"Thanks pops."

They both spoke weakly, grabbing a cup too before heading to the dining table. Arthur follows shortly after cleaning up a bit.

He looks at them and notices they are just picking at their food.

"You know, I'm not mad at either of you."

They snap their heads towards him, their silver hair messing up at the speed.

He chuckles softly.

"You two had me so worried, I was scared something worse had happened, I'm just happy y'all called me."

He blinks as Ingo's frown wavers.

"We are sorry, we will never do that again! It was awful. We were going to stay with our friends like usual, but sometime later one of their friends was through a bigger party and said we should join."

"Ingo said no. It's my fault." Emmet interrupts his brother, his smile shaking as tears fill his eyes.

"No! It's both of our faults, we didn't want to look cowardly. And then the drinks got involved and- and-"

Arthur holds his hand up, stopping Ingo in his ramble.

"Thank you for being honest with me. And while I get it, I never want you two to do that again, please, my old heart can't take it." He lightly jests at the end.

"You're my sons, I love you both more than I could explain. You scared me, but I want you to know you can call me for anything and I'll be right there, got it?"

By the end of his little speech, his sons are silently crying but not rapidly.

"Good. Now eat, you two need the energy."

A lopsided smile makes its way to his face, watching them devour the meal he made them.

He's a proud dad indeed.

He runs his fingers through his salt-and-pepper hair.

He can feel he's going to go greyer faster at this rate, but for his sons, it's worth it, as long as they are safe.

[mysticlanternlight]

I think these three make a very underrated friend group and we should talk about them more.

[choochooboss]

A stop on the step~ [Festival of Family 5/8]

Check here for Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 & Part 4!

We recently got hit by a snowstorm recently which inspired to finish this one! At least 3 more pieces to come to this set, hoping to finally complete it in time for the holidays!

[theoddbun]

Decided to follow through with giving Hudson a little bit of a redesign since I wasn't really happy with the first one I had.

Oh submas parents... How I love you so...

[parasolladyansy]

TW: angst, some blood (also PLA spoilers)

From @waywardstation’s “It’s Nothing Personal, It’s Just Business”

What started off as a collection of sketches turned into this short, sketchy comic based on the climax & cool down of the story (the latter being the part I reread the most). I really love genuinely good men who end up being a found father to someone who needs help, & just about every fic Wayward made about Ingo & Akari does just that.

When I played Legends Arceus, I think I might’ve had the Volo twist spoiled for me? I can’t remember. It made me wonder if I could’ve, as Ingo does in the story, see him for what he was. Wayward very astutely points out how his behavior is very predatory; that alone tells me I probably would’ve been unnerved at least.

Meanwhile, Mizumi probably would’ve been taken by surprise as Akari was in the story (maybe?) - an idea to explore at another time!

[piemmetbinder]

1.16.25

I really like the SpyxFamily manga covers.

[skippyin]

Please my Mom has started this massive debate in my household and now the entire family is losing their mind.

[cecilioque]

[Cafuné]

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Cafuné is one of those words that doesn't have a word in English. I learned it in Brasil when I lived there. The best way I could describe it is the act of caressing or running your fingers through someones hair (or fur in some cases). Fazer cafuné is considered an affectionate action. (Acho que fazer Cafuné é muito fofo em qualquer contexto.)

Wow this is a comic I made like years ago at this point. Well, guess I'll start sharing some of these. Poor Emmet is a bit touch starved.

Featuring the very grossed out Daki (character belongs to @anime-grimmy )

[egginfroggin]

Rascal man and his little rascal

Emmet and Sabi, beloveds

Absolutely nailing this child-rearing thing. Nailing it

Emmet: "Sabi. Give back my hat." Sabi: "No <3"

Eepy times, eepy eepy times, beloved. She is napping and he is so happy to have her ;u;

(program: Krita; time: about 70 minutes)

Close-ups under the cut. I hope you have a very good day :>

[pigdemonart]

Teens 🙄

Based on this chaotic video ive had in my drafts since June

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[creatively-cosmic]

submas designs

[mysticlanternlight]

Wanted to experiment with a watercolor brush. Took some screenshots of Steven Universe’s Sworn to the Sword and recreated them with Dawn and Cyllene, I think it fits them pretty damn well. Bonus Dawn with Ingo doing fighting poses.

[choochooboss]

Passing through a shopping street in Nimbasa City~ [Festival of Family 2/8]

Over 60 hours on a year long span of sketching, compositing, rendering, lighting.. is finally over!! I am proud of the results but oh boy I am so happy to finally move onto other pieces ahah!

WIPs under the cut!

[momo-the-ace]

this might be the first time I ever drew elesa. gotta draw her more <3

[cosbeans]

could you imagine the amount of pokebattle lines

[vero-valzer]

"I don't understand! I did exactly what Arceus asked! I caught and cataloged all Pokémon across the entire Hisui region. A-And I thought, once I did that, when I finally saw Arceus again... It would send us back to our time... Send us both back home..."

It's the Pokémon Legends: Arceus game's 3rd anniversary today! Have some angsty hurt-comfort sketches to celebrate! 😅

This absolutely not ship art! 🙅🏻🚫 That. is. his. (adopted) NIECE! I am a sucker for the fanon found-family bond between these two! 🥺

A few more rough sketches, snippets of abandoned comic ideas for PLA that I will never finish, and more thoughts below the cut!

All sketches are from 2022 but I tried to touch-up the topmost two a few nights ago and I'm still pretty proud of how the first two turned out (both drawn by closely referencing several sources.)

Sometimes, it's easy to forget that Akari is only around 15 years old. Shouldering a task like the one Arceus demands is A Lot, especially for a kid, and even more so in a world like the one Hisui pits against us.

I knew, going into the game, that even after logging all 242 Pokémon into the Pokédex, like Arceus bids us at the start of the game, that to continue feasibly playing the game, things were highly unlikely to actually change--our protagonist wouldn't be sent back to the present day and back home--and yet... I think some small part of me hoped. Hoped that maybe we'd get some sort of bonus cutscene of Arceus returning at least our protagonist or (ideally) both of our wayward spacetime travelers back home and to their present times.

I think that hope and how it was quickly dashed once I realized all we unlocked was the "privilege" of battling Arceus again in our dreams (no joke) made me wonder: How would young Akari feel about that outcome if she'd had the same hope that I did after weathering all the trials and tribulations to complete the entire region's Pokédex? And, of course, her amnesiatic-adoptive-uncle, Warden Ingo, isn't about to let her despair without at least trying to comfort her!

He doesn't completely remember what he's missing from the time he was ripped from, but I'd imagine he feels some sense of emptiness and strange longing for it... and I'd bet he might not realize Akari was putting that kind of pressure on herself for not just her own sake, but his, too. He likely wouldn't have wanted her to bear that burden, and at the very least, not alone.

I'm not holding my breath that Gamefreak will ever really give us a satisfactory or official resolution to Akari and/or Ingo of PLA getting back to their respective times and places in the Sinnoh and Unova regions... so maybe that's partly what this fanart is about, too, at a meta-level? But who knows! Maybe someday!