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tomorobo-illust · 2 days

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Updating every Tuesday and Thursday Chapter 7: Epilogue of Lone Emmet and Cub AU !

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@thepersonaking56 We're about to find out!

#submas #ingo #nobori #emmet #kudari #elesa #pesselle #hisui braviary #wyrdeer #hisui growlithe #rowlet #pokemon #legends arceus #lone emmet and cub au #nimbasa trio #subway masters #tomorobo's comic #tomorobo's art

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critterbitter · 4 months

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Forbidden lore unlocked! Ingo and Emmet watch as their friend turns into a stuttery giggly mess and despair at her (admittedly great) taste.

Masterpost for the rest of my submas shenaniganry!

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proxycrit · 2 months

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(Horsifies your nimbasa trio)

I think the guys as earth ponies would be kinda neat.

(Following my own lore conventions where earth ponies have paws! Unicorns have cloven feet like deer and pegasi have a mix of talons and hooves.)

#this is a shit post don’t think too hard about it #nimbasa trio #submas #ingo #emmet #elesa #mlp #rest your weary hooves in our new found home

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pigdemonart · 1 month

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Waits patiently for the BW remake that is definitely coming …some day.

Patreon | Ko-Fi

#my art #pokemon bw #submas #pokemon black and white #skyla #elesa #emmet #ingo #drayden #clay #burgh

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agent-gladhand · 3 months

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Currently being sent every plague imaginable (I've been sick for a week which is longer than I've been sick in years, so I am in fact dying a slow death), but still working on some goods! Preview mockup for the submas acrylic standee featuring my good friend angst.

#This is one I'm especially excited to make #making an acrylic standee has been a big goal for me for a while #eeeeeeeeee #rambling #pkmn #submas #ingo #emmet #elesa #hilbert #n #wip #merch info #gladhand art

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acatpiestuff · 1 month

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sketch commission for @proxycrit of the nimbasa gang hanging out and getting their butts kicked in Smash Bros

#commissions #my art #submas #nimbasa trio #ingo #emmet #elesa #pokemon

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noxstrages · 3 months

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hi im back on my bullshit

tween trio messing with their hair (to their parents' dismay)

if you're wondering why emmet says he doesn' t need to hear, I have a hard of hearing HC with him (i try to draw him with hearing aids whenever it fits)

Transcript below!

Panel 1:

Elesa: Hiiiii, Ingo, Emmet, my friends... Can I dye my hair at your guys' house? Ingo: She said 'No', like I said she would, didn't she? Elesa: Maybe Emmet: Did you bring my dye, too? Elesa: Yeah, duh! Emmet: Then, yes!

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Ingo: So... What's the plan for when they prohibit us from meeting again? Elesa: It'll be fine! We'll meet up like we did after we cut your hair! Emmet: i don't need to hear to know we're fucked again. Ingo: We will be if you say that word in front of them. Elesa: Trust me! We'll be just fine! Emmet: Yep. Verrry fucked. Ingo: EMMET. Ingo: He is right though.

#i missed these goobers #i drew this ages ago but just now colored it #idk if this is still allowed LOL #thats not the right word but whatever #im back on my hard of hearing emmet propaganda #also gave emmet and ingo some melanin #for my sake gakljdsglkajshdgkjh #hoh emmet #submas #nimbasa trio #kid submas #kid nimbasa trio #elesa #emmet #ingo #pokemon bw #pokemon ingo #pokemon emmet #nox art

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bluebellowl · 3 months

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I read this amazing 13k fanfic in one sitting and I usually turn down a fanfic that‘s longer than 2k. CHECK IT OUT!!!

It‘s basically what if Team Plasma kidnapped the subway bosses, hypnotized them and made them fight for them? I just LOVE how their bond is described even in this state, even when not even remembering their name they just know that they should be together!!

Only after drawing this I found their own art of it. Seriously I grabbed my pencil SO fast to get down what‘s in my head, it left such a great impression on me!!

@raynavan you're an amazing writer, keep on writing!! I just discovered you wrote so much more and I know what I'll be reading before bed for the next week!

#submas #fanfiction art #fanart #subwaz boss ingo #subway boss emmet #plasma grunt ingo #plasma grunt emmet #Team Plasma #elesa #READ IT!#pokemon black and white

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tomorobo-illust · 7 days

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And she continued to do The Pose even after they parted ways!

Another fantastic background done by @metrobound on the first panel!! You made it look so dramatic and stunning and captured the feel of the reveal so perfectly!! Thank you so much for your help ;w; You're the best ❤❤❤

#submas #ingo #nobori #emmet #kudari #elesa #hisui zoroark #hisui sneasler #pokemon #legends arceus #lone emmet and cub au #nimbasa trio #oc zora #oc mochi #subway masters #metrobound #tomorobo's comic #tomorobo's art

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critterbitter · 4 months

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When you’re both modeling and designing, sometimes you just want to use your very muppet shaped friends as inspiration.

Tis but the first draft! There are more coats to try.

BONUS:

Elesa added weighted beads to the end of the coats so they swing real good. Yes, the first draft is hand sown, and yes, it was a nightmare. She can and will talk about it given the chance.

Emmet uses this to his advantage and ✨ flourishes ✨ whenever he walks with it (dramatic coat swish swish my beloved).

Ingo on the other hand appreciates the pressure and just. Burrows. Like a happy drillbur.

And a bonus elesa! Choreography, baby.

Masterpost to the rest of my submas comics!

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proxycrit · 3 months

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Part 1 / Part 2

Emmet remembers when he and Ingo first brought Elesa to explore Celestial Tower, back when they were fourteen and thought they were immortal.

“Allegedly, the bell chime will bring ghosts home”, ingo had told emmet with the pompous knowing energy of a child who read way too much brochures. “It’s culturally significant! We must ring it.”

“Hmmm,” emmet had responded suspiciously. “Brother. The bell is at the top of the tower.” The implication stands: Ingo, there are thirty flights of stairs between here and the top, and no elevator to speak of.

Don’t be a coward, Litwick had told Emmet with the blaise tone of somebody who’s going to be piggy backing off of somebody else. Go ring the bell. Tynamo, sensing a litten fight, floated towards a loitering blitzle.

Ingo turns his lilipup eyes on Elesa, who��s squinting at the carved stone faces of the front door.

“Elesa? What do you think?”

Elesa thinks. She shrugs. “We already made our way here,” she said in accented galarian. “Might as well make it the rest of the way. Ganbatte!”

Emmet sighs. “This is a mistake,” he tells the two in exhaustive patience, but lets himself be dragged into the building.

Last time the twins were here, Ingo caught litwick— but not before she managed to nab a good chunk of Emmet’s soul. It’s not terrible; he felt fatigued for a week and bounced back pretty quickly, but it was the principle of the whole situation— celestial tower’s a pain in the ass and Emmet will stand by that until the day he dies.

Like right now.

The map isn’t working. Emmet checked it once. He’s checked it twice. He’s taken out his pen and written on it, which he would usually never do but desperate times call for desperate measures. The compass he brought spins useless circles. It’s like chargestone cave up here, but worse because instead if electric pokemon it’s all ghosts.

“We’re lost, yyup yup!” He announced to the crew. “I vote we eat Ingo first.”

“I love you too,” Ingo told Emmet placidly. “But we all know between the two of us, you’re the tastier one.” Litwick gives Emmet a thumbs up. Emmet gasps in mock affront.

“Elesa, help!”

Elesa gives the two of them a wary look. It took two floors for her to realize this is not just a weird temple with strange rocks, but a full out graveyard. She’s not very happy about that development.

“Don’t drag me into this,” she tells them. “Teme wa urusaii.”

“I will take that as a compliment,” Ingo reports back.

Emmet, who’s cheerfully struggles with Galarian on a good day, simply gives her a thumbs up.

The three painstakingly crawl their way up. And up. If all else fails, Emmet told himself, at least they can orient themselves towards high ground.

“We’re like pidoves,” Ingo gasps. He has fallen behind them on the stairs, with Emmet taking the lead through sheer spite despite his legs going numb on floor twenty two. “We, hah, we are attracted by the magnet of the bell, like, like probopass-“

“I am emmet! You are not making, sense!” Emmet called back. Elesa, who’s stuck between them and looking two steps from perpetual collapse, giggles.

“No, no hear me out, Ingo wheezes. “What if the bell’s a magnetic pole? And that’s why your compass doesn’t wo, woo, hahh, work.”

Emmet stops to rest, just because Ingo is using precious breathing air to infodump. Elesa gratefully slumps against the railing. Tynamo and litwick, lazy in their still small size, have settled on a weary blitzle and look very smug doing so. (Emmet is not jealous, he tells himself. Emmet is also lying.)

“The bell’s important,” Ingo had repeated.

“Okay,” Elesa responds. “If it’s important to you, then it’s important to us.”

And Emmet finds that he agrees with Elesa. Partially because they crawled up twenty fucking three flights of stairs, but also because Ingo thinks this is important, so it is.

And here’s the thing—

— emmet doesn’t remember much after that.

The rest of that trip was a blur of exhausted groaning and burning legs, and by the time the trio managed to breach floor thirty, people’s brains have all but dribbled out their ears. Emmet remembers being disgustingly sweaty. He remembers blitzle almost tripping to death and litwick’s swearing. He remembers tynamo sticking to his neck like a damp towel. He remembers Ingo’s excited sneasel smile, and the way the sunset bounced off of Elesa’s hair.

He remembers the brassy ring of the Celestial bell. It sounded like victory.

But it was Elesa’s cackle turned scream as Ingo swiped cold hands down her neck that sounded like home.

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So when the conductor at thirty one, lost and disoriented in the Impossible Place, heard the sound of a familiar bell, ringing over and over and over-

-the sound of laughter-

-EMMET! Elesa cried-

-like a homing pidove, the conductor, thinks nonsensically as something in him perks up.

(Emmet had always liked winning, more than anything else, and the sound of victory calls him home.)

—

Elesa catches lightning in a bottle. Elesa, arms outstretched, finds purchase in her brother, and does not let go.

Emmet is so, so cold, Elesa thinks as the wind steals air from her lungs. (That’s okay. She’s already breathless from a terrible business called hope.)

Emmet stares back. His hands flap against Elesa’s jacket. Elesa desperately drinks in his wan face and too wide eyes and his frost bitten lips. In a tiny, meek voice, almost lost to the wind, he asks:

“Are you real?”

Elesa lets out an ugly sob. Her tears whip away in the wind as they fall. Emmet’s frightened countenance turns immediately to alarm. His shaky grasp becomes a solid grip as they spin through the air, cushioned by chandelure’s psychic.

“I think so??” Elesa warbles. She sees Emmet’s eyes dart to her mouth. He’s reading mirroring her, she realizes with giddy delight— it’s such an Emmet thing to do, to read lips, and-

“I am Emmet,” Emmet breathes. His eyes have started to water. “Yyou are Elesa- Oh dragons, Elesa!?“

Elesa reaches. Hesitates.

Emmet grabs elesa by the lapels and crushes her tight against him. Elesa holds on, and the grief and relief in her accumulates into a wet sopping mess. She’s ruining his jacket, she mourns, but its okay because he’s dripping all over hers.

She can’t hear what he’s saying into her shoulder, can’t read what he says, but everything’s okay because every part of her is chiming

You came back

You’re here

I’m not alone anymore.

Around them, the air distorts as Chandelure’s psychic wavers, flutters, and solidifies. Gravity reverses its call as they settle gently on the ground, dust billowing in all directions.

The ghost pokemon drops next to them, shaking so hard the musical clang of glass makes Elesa flinch.

You fucks, Chandelure gasps. DON’T GO LEAPING OFF BUILDINGS, I AM NOT YOUR EMERGENCY PARACHUTE.

“I’m sorry,” Elesa gasps, still giddy from the adrenaline.

AND YOU! Chandelure howls, whirling on Emmet, who’s still staring at the ghost with huge eyes. He’s gripping on to solid ground with the energy of a man who realized he could have been a splat on the ground.

YOU LEFT!

Emmet winces.

You- You left us, you left me-

Ah, ah no, Elesa thinks as golden globules of light shed from Chandelure. This is what a ghost looks like crying.

Emmet holds out his arms. Chandelure drifts into his embrace, and shakes, and shakes, and shakes.

You left me, the ghost pokemon whispers. How dare you. How could you.

“I didn’t mean to,” Emmet whispers. “I’m sorry.”

Stop doing this to me, Chandelure demands. Golden brine joins human tears, like drops of sun trapped in wet glass. Stop going where I can not follow.

And Emmet holds his tongue, because he knows he can not promise staying. Not while Ingo and Eelektross are still in Hisui.

(In the back of Emmet’s hurt and shattered mind is a spark. Synapses connect. The cold breach of the Distortion does nothing to drown out the sudden flare of hope in Emmet’s chest, so great he can not breathe, so strong he can not feel, because there’s a path. A difficult, painful path through the Space that Can Not Be, but a path all the same.)

“Elesa, Chandelure-“ Emmet’s voice breaks. He wants to tell them about Eelektross. He wants to tell them about the terrible past that is Hisui. He wants to explain how the last five months were filled with horror and wonder and fear and hope.

Hope, he thinks. So he says this:

“I know how to get Ingo home.”

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AAAAAND THAT’S ALL FOR THIS DRABBLE. ITS OUT NOW. I CAN FINALLY GO BACK TO POSTING HAPPY SHENANIGANS! (Now you know the shape of their story.)

Thanks for reading this monster of a post!