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yanban-san · 7 months

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SCPMas - AU-Tober #2

I wrote the two as SCPs for the second day. I tried to keep it like a typical SCP document, so it was very interesting to try and keep it in the style of SCP writing! I hope y'all like. :3

(Tags: Submas, Slight, implied X-reader) Item #: SCP-9018

Object Class: Keter

Special Containment Procedures:

Instances of SCP-9018-W and SCP-9018-B spotted are to be reported to the supervising officials immediately. Containment procedures are in place at locations of previous manifestations of SCP-9018, and any and all locations noted on "station" maps are to be secured following encounters with SCP-9018.

Chainlink fences are established around the perimeters of all locations where SCP-9018 have manifested. Due to the potential for re-appearances, all buildings and areas surrounding previous instances are to be monitored closely and inspected once a month by Foundation personnel for signs of re-establishment. Security cameras and EMF detectors are also to be placed strategically across designated areas and monitored for anomalous activity.

SCP-9018-B and SCP-9018-W are to be contained in the abandoned Northern branch of the [REDACTED] platform of the New York Subway System. Containment procedures are to be carried out by Foundation Personnel with Psionic Training Level III at minimum. Refer to Incident reports 9018-A-19900317 and 9018-A-19960401 for further information. Electrified fences lining the perimeter of the containment area are primarily for the prevention of explorers from reaching the containment area.

In the event of a containment breach, all personnel are to communicate purely through electronic means. Any personnel attempting to communicate through physical talking and actions are to be treated as SCP-9018-B and SCP-9018-W causing psychic distortions to prevent themselves from being perceived. The full limits of SCP-9018-B and SCP-9018-W's psionic manipulative abilities are yet to be studied following the previous containment breach.

Description:

SCP-9018 is an anomalous Subway Station that manifests within abandoned structures and and buildings and potentially other locations. [Refer to Interview Log 9018-Int-002] On the surface, it functions almost identically to a regular subway station. During the day, the station is devoid of any life forms outside of instances designated as 9018-A, who resemble and act as regular human employees of the station. [Refer to Interview Log 9018-Int-001] Upon approaching the ticket counter, an individual will be presented with a schedule of stations to go to. Should a ticket be purchased, the individual becomes an instance now designated as 9018-P, for passenger. At this point, the individual is compelled by unknown reasons to wait for their train and board it. Beyond that, 9018-P holds all of their original cognitive functions, but any attempts to get them to leave the station with the ticket will result in them attempting to rationalize a reason why they cannot. No tickets have been recovered to date.

Within 4-12 minutes after purchasing a ticket, a train will appear to take 9018-P to their chosen destination. These locations occasionally match to actual, existent railway stations and stops across the world- However, other stations with no known match have been documented appearing. [Refer to Experiment Log 9018-Ex-101] Upon arrival at an actual station, 9018-P will appear stepping out of a regular arriving train or on the train they departed on, depending on the liveliness and schedule of current trains at the station. If the station is a non-existent, communication is typically lost with 9018-P for the duration of their trip. [Refer to Experiment Log 9018-Ex-101]

At night, SCP-9018 suddenly springs to "life", with trains arriving and dropping off hundreds of instances of 9018-P-D, which were originally thought to be other human passengers disembarking at a random station- However, Experiment Log-9018-Ex-101 reveals that the individuals disembarking typically resemble both recent and long deceased persons within the local area. At this point, two individuals identified as 9018-B and 9018-W emerge from any trains within the vicinity, and attempt to leave the station. Instances of 9018-A have been observed chatting with and engaging in friendly actions towards instances of 9018-P-D- At this point, any human individuals within the station are encouraged to engage and talk with 9018-P-D and 9018-A, typically by 9018-A.

SCP-9018-B and SCP-9018-W appear to be two train conductors, and in particular, two twins, who control the entirety of SCP-9018. [Refer to Interview Log 9018-Int-001]. They have the ability to set train schedules and determine where SCP-9018 will manifest next. Instances of 9018-A obey their orders, as well as instances of 9018-P, which they are amicable towards.

9018-B and 9018-W at this point attempt to leave SCP-9018 entirely and enter any local population center. Their actions in cities and towns have not been observed, but they have been observed returning to SCP-9018 with humans. However, these humans are later observed walking around their town with no recollection of any supposed interaction with 9018-B and 9018-W. Typically within one to two weeks of this interaction, however, the individual dies by any multitude of means. After this, these individuals can be seen among the litany of 9018-P-D instances.

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[Interview Log 9018-Int-001] Interviewed: SCP-9018-W. Interviewer: Junior Researcher █████. Foreword: SCP-9018-B and 9018-W were seen leaving an instance of SCP-9018 and were apprehended by Foundation Security Personnel. This begins the first interview with a junior researcher who happened to be present during an observation of SCP-9018. [Begin Log] Interviewer: Hello, is this uh- On? SCP-9018-W: Hello. Who are you? My brother and I must get back to work. Interviewer: Please identify yourself. SCP-9018-W: Mm. I don't think I want to. Interviewer: So… Uh, well, we can hold you here indefinitely if we choose to, so I would- I would suggest you do that. SCP-9018-W: Oh dear. That is verrry not nice. Interviewer: I would appreciate if you would answer my question. Now, who are you? SCP-9018-W: I am Emmet. I am a Subway Boss. I run the Subway with my Brother, yup! It is verrry fun. But you won't call me Emmet, will you? Those people like to give us silly names. Interviewer: You will probably receive a classification of some kind. Thank you for introducing yourself, Emmet. I am █████. Can I ask where this train station came from? SCP-9018-W: It comes and goes as needed. Like the trains. We take our passengers where they are needed, or wanted, and then they disembark. Interviewer: Where do they go once they disembark? SCP-9018-W: They stay in the station. They don't like to go far. That's another one of our jobs! Interviewer: What do you mean? SCP-9018-W: Hmmhmm. We help them sometimes. That is all I will say. Interviewer: …Alright, I'll leave that there… SCP-9018-W: Would you like to ride our train? Interviewer: Excuse me? SCP-9018-W: Yup! You seem like you could use a ride, yup. Our trains are verrrry nice. Interviewer: Uh- No, thank you- Er- What did you say your title was again? You're a… "Subway Boss?" SCP-9018-W: That is correct. And you won't ride? That makes me sad. Interviewer: Er- No, Sorry- But what does that mean? Are you employed at the Subway? Er- What duties do you carry out, exactly? SCP-9018-W: Mm. No. I won't tell you that. Brother and I keep it secret. If you want to know, you should ride our Subway! Interviewer: …No, thank you. [End Log.] Closing Statement: [Despite Researcher █████'s inexperience, they handled the interview well. However, SCP-9018-W refused to talk anymore on the subject, instead insisting on offering researcher █████ free tickets if they rode on SCP-9018's trains.]

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Interviewed: SCP-9018-B. Interviewer: Junior Researcher █████. Foreword: SCP-9018-B and 9018-W were seen leaving an instance of SCP-9018 and were apprehended by Foundation Security Personnel. This begins the second interview with a junior researcher who happened to be present during an observation of SCP-9018. Interviewer: Alright, let's begin with your- SCP-9018-B: Who are you? Why did those men attack me and my brother? Where is he? I won't speak with you until I've seen him! Interviewer: I can't let you see your brother right now, but he is safe. I uh- I've spoken to him myself. SCP-9018-B: And how can I trust you? You… Interviewer: You'll have to trust me. If you answer my questions, we should be able to reunite you both. SCP-9018-B: Very well. I am Ingo. I am a Subway Boss, alongside my brother. We run the trains you've been- Or, well, those men have been spying on. Your group refuses to let us alone, you know? We're not doing anything wrong. Interviewer: I- I can understand that, but- Well, we don't know exactly what you're doing anyway. How does your train system even work? SCP-9018-B: Simple; trains go places. People wish to go places. We take people where they wish to go- And make a few stops along the way. If you like, you may ride our trains too- In spite of the abhorrent way your… company have treated us. Interviewer: Again, I'm sorry about that- SCP-9018-B: Would you like to ride our train? I'm quite sure you would find it lovely. Interviewer: I'm quite alright, thank you- I'm more curious about your train, and the work you and your brother do. Where did you guys find your employees? SCP-9018-B: Our train is a train. I'm not quite sure how to explain it anymore than that. And… The work we do… Well, we keep the trains running on schedule, and going wherever people might want them to go. Our employees… I'm not sure why you would be interested in them. They, like us, work for the railway company. Interviewer: The Railway company? SCP-9018-B: Yes! They employ us. I'm certain the Company would not be happy if our schedule was delayed; Ergo, you should let me and my brother go. Interviewer: We'll get back to that. For now, can you tell me… Where do your passengers come from? SCP-9018-B: You should ride our train. The passengers we carry… They do love to tell their stories, and I'm certain you would find more answers talking to them than with us. Interviewer: [laugh.] I doubt they'd have anything to say to me. SCP-9018-B: You would be surprised. [End Log.] Closing Statement: [Recording Equipment shut off at this point, and researcher █████ requested the pair be released after concluding the interview. █████ was sent for a full medical and psychological examination following the events of whatever interview took place with SCP-9018-B. Researcher █████ was later provided with class-b amnesiacs per request.]

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Experiment Log 9018-Ex-101

D-Class Personnel Serial Number 247187, Name █████ █████- Subject 9018-001. Sent into SCP-9018 to ascertain anomalous properties of SCP-9018. Subject 9018-001 is guided by Dr. Martin. [Note of Interest: Subject 9018-001's criminal record was subject to particular scrutiny. Subject 9018-001 refused association or responsibility for all criminal activity that resulted in their subsequent life sentencing. Subject 9018-001 was particularly interested in redeeming themselves and removing their resultant record.] Subject 9018-001 enters SCP-9018. Subject 9018-001 remarks on the "cleanliness" of the station and how they did not expect to see such a station down here. Subject 9018-001 is instructed to purchase a ticket from the ticket booth. Subject 9018-001 does so. Subject 9018-001 engages in conversation with an instance of SCP-9018-A. SCP-9018-A appears to be aware of Subject 9018-001's criminal record. SCP-9018-A expresses pity and offers Subject 9018-001 a "special ticket" and rate. Despite orders not to, Subject 9018-001 agrees after viewing SCP-9018-A's map (not available from recorded footage) Upon purchase of the ticket, Dr. Martin insisted that Subject 9018-001 exit SCP-9018 immediately. Subject 9018-001 at this point became an instance of SCP-9018-P, and refused. Subject 9018-001 proceeds to wait for their train to arrive. Ticket information is displayed to their personal camera. [Boarding Station: [REDACTED] Destination: [REDACTED]] After approximately eight minutes and thirty-two seconds, a train rolls into station. Subject 9018-001 asks if they have permission to board, and begins walking towards the train before receiving Dr. Martin's Approval.

SCP-9018-W greets 9018-001 at the door of the train. SCP-9018-W expresses interest in Subject 9018-001's physical appearance. SCP-9018-W is joined by SCP-9018-B. 9018-B also remarks on the acceptability of their appearance. Both instances take hold of Subject 9018-001's ticket and begin conversing with Subject 9018-001 on the subject of their criminal record and subsequent service to the SCP Foundation. Subject 9018-001 sits down in a passenger cabin and SCP-9018-B leaves the cart, presumably to drive the train. SCP-9018-W continues conversing with Subject 9018-001. SCP-9018-W reveals [REDACTED] and [REDACTED] and [REDACTED] to Subject 9018-001, causing the subject to enter a slight panic. SCP-9018-W offers Subject 9018-001 a position working for their "Railway Company." Subject 9018-001 is heard accepting after several seconds of silence. Dr. Martin is unable to communicate with Subject 9018-001 at this point. SCP-9018-W addresses Dr. Martin from Subject 9018-001's personal camera and microphone. SCP-9018-W informs Dr. Martin that they will be "keeping" Subject 9018-001 for the "foreseeable future." At this point, communication with Subject 9018-001 ceases. Subject 9018-001 has not been recovered to date, nor seen among the passengers of SCP-9018. [End Log.]

#Submas #Submas au #Submas AUber #x Reader #Emmet #Ingo #Submas x Reader #Ingo x reader #Emmet x Reader #emmet/reader #ingo/reader #SCP #SCPmas

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nekumiho · 3 months

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persona 3 reload came out yesterday so Naturally i was obligated to finally do a finished piece with my silly velvet room attendants submas au. alt versions, lore info, and misc doodles under the cut o__o (attendant related p5 spoilers mentioned). also sorry for the eyestrain.

protags they attend to are Fellow Twins hilda and hilbert who always just get referred to as 'passenger(s)'. velvet room manifestation is the inside of a subway car, no i havent worked out what that symbolizes to hilda and hilbert, dont worry about it. but i think whether its visibly in motion or not wld depend on the protags' mental state, one side of the windows for hilda and one for hilbert. mostly dark empty with no visual movement outside the windows w/ maybe a flickering station light somewhere or a visibly blocked tunnel for when theyre feeling stuck in life, default would be like a well lit platform outside of the window with faceless shadow people walking around, how crowded it is depends on their progress with social links. high speed through the tunnels with their half of the car rocking violently when there's high stress super dire stuff going on, steady movement when theyre making progress with something, etc etc

their brassards HOPEFULLY translate to 'down' (χάμω) and 'up' (πάνω) in greek??? i wanted smth like caroline and justine's hats but also not The Same and uhhh yknow. persona 3 and greek mythology are pretty :handshake:.

i dont wanna steal margaret's eldest sibling clout so i think physically ingo and emmet would be younger than her but only barely. margaret is literally the only attendant i can see being physically over like 35 and i need sbms to be mid thirties at like the bare minimum. theyre highkey disturbed whenever lavenza willingly splits herself back into caroline and justine. weirded out by the other 'twins' in general bc they're not even Real twins. they gatekeep being twins. if anyone asks "so are you guys also just two halves of one person" it will be the most offensive thing you could ever say to them. elizabeth and emmet bully theodore together. ingo doesnt dislike theodore but just kind of forgets he exists because the twins are always being like "my brother, [name] (pauses and remembers theodore), i mean, ONE of my brothers,"

emmet is very :handshake: with elizabeth while ingo is very :handshake: with margaret. they both have their own fave sisters whoops. (sorry lavenza). in any sort of 'dancing game' scenario theyre both awkward as hell. very theodore core in general with emmet having some of the elizabeth vibes of just 'i am just never going to stop making random jerky body movements' ingo is a BIT more stiff. but like in general i think theo's way of life and elizabeth's aria of the soul have pretty good ingo and emmet vibes respectively. if i ever learn model editing beyond texture replacement its so over for my mmds.

i love igor dearly but i think since there are Two of them they can kinda handle stuff on their own while igor helps with Other persona protags in their respective rooms? emmet says shit like "YEAH FUCK IGOR THIS IS OUR LINE!!!!!!!!!!!!" and ingos like "emmet be nice thats still our boss and the only reason he let us be in charge is because hes busy".

ingo handles all persona fusion stuff and emmet does storage/organization/other misc stuff and gives you p3 elizabeth styled quests. they can both be social linked because i say so. emmet is justice arcana and ingo is judgement. emmets quests are the only way or at least the main way to increase your social link with him and if you dont finish one of his Special Request ones you lose your link with him. one of the special requests is to take him and ingo to see a real subway station 100% because theyve never seen one.

of all the other velvet rooms, they like the p4 one the most because the inside of the limo is the closest to the subway car they're familiar with but i think theyd like the p3 one too for the possible rocking motion of the elevator eternally going up

thats all i can think of right now i THINK thats everything??? so heres an original concept sketch,

and also a funny emmet quest moments doodle

oh yeah emmet really fucking loves jack frost because they have similar vibes. ingo, on the other hand, is a big pyro jack fan.

#submas #sbms #emmet #ingo #sbms au #nobori #kudari #smt persona #smt #o_____o #pokemon #kinda lol #eyestrain tw //////#bright colors tw /////#bright colours tw /////#eye strain tw ////

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ownerofthisaccount · 8 months

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Warning for Body Horror. This is not part two to Agee and Chei, and admittedly there is a reason beyond my terrible social skills.

A lot will be coming up! I will looking to getting a job and volunteer work to hopefully start earning money and experience to work on my passion project. I will also be learning to drive soon. So I will be a bit busy from my drawings and everything will take a lot longer to be made, plus I wish to finish my main projects first such as the rankings and the start of Atelo.

But there’s definitely the chance I’ll be busy from doing fanart for a while(though I hope to possibly draw the winners for the Submas Tournament) once we start getting things done. That being said, while I will be posting small things my today’s ranking from my brother on his favorites, I did have something on my mind after I realized I forgot to include this in my ask.

I am not milking Chimera Emmet; I am simply milking Submas angst because until Gamefreak gives them an ending, I’ll just assume the worst for the duo(I have drawn at least three ghost Ingo in this month alone)

I have drawn Ghost Emmet before…twice. One as a what if Emmet died during whatever event happened for Ingo to be taken to Hisui and remained in the Station as a friendly ghost npc you could challenge to a battle still. The other was a what if of Emmet being a Hisuian Zoura that was transported back to time when Ingo was a child, and took on his form. To his surprise the human he met was friendly, and the two’s facade of being twins to protect Emmet became genuine. But due to the remnants of rift energy in Emmet, it eventually led to Ingo being sucked into a rift(possibly because he was protecting Emmet from being sent back to the place he despised). Basically both stemmed from weird dreams.

But I remember that some animals, especially pets, are rumored to be able to see the dead. So my brain went wild and drew this art of @raisans-art Au(as I said, will probably be at least a couple weeks till I draw detailed fanart like this minus the possible tournament one due to the busy schedule. I love Chei and Agee but they are verrrry detailed bois) in one day about Ingo passed out from exhaustion and Agee seeings things

I don’t know where that chair came from

I think I gave Agee the perfect expression for if this randomly happened to someone. Also, you heard it straight from Ghostmet’s mouth: two separate people

Needed a Warden Ingo reference

A much shorter comic but this one had dialogue this time and I didn’t want to make something to long. Hopefully I can continue churning out art and comics of all types of things, because I do genuinely enjoy doing these type of projects. Still, I hope you all enjoy this rambling of Ghostmet and have a great rest of your day!

#agnst #pokemon ingo #submas #art #artists on tumblr #pokemon #pokémon fanart #submas fanart #chimera emmet au

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outoutdamnspark · 1 year

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Inspired by the Robo!Submas x Reader au by @nc-eikin - because this bitch (affectionate) has a death grip on my soul. I’m such a robophiliac, you have no idea.

(Was listening to Matsudappoiyo’s cover of Talk of the Past while writing.)

*cracks knuckles*

AIGHT. Robo-romance, here we go!

(Cw: Panic attacks and mentions of dissociation, brief themes of ableism(???) Tenderness, non-sexual body [hand] worship, pining. Robots in love. Shifting narration focus. Reader is called “lady” but is left genderless. Submas x Reader.)

soa have mercy this got so out of hand. no pun intended.

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The entire day has been awful from the start.

You’ve suffered through bad days before - many times - but no matter how many, you’ll never quite get used to the extra long shift, or the endless slew of technical issues that all seem to spontaneously appear back to back to back, or the people being rude as hell when you're just trying to send in a report or a request for replacement parts. (And you’ll never, never, get used to how, on top of all of that, the miserable weather, dreary, wet, and cold, is causing your phantom limbs to ache.)

You’re exhausted by the time your shift is at its blessed end, fed up, in pain, and nearly ready to break down in frustrated tears as you quicken your pace towards what you desperately hope is safety in the ‘Employees Only’ corridors.

But it is not to be.

You'd always been so careful of your gloves, making sure they were as well-maintained as the delicate mechanisms your grandfather taught you to build and repair. Any loose thread, any thinning seam, and you were quick to repair or replace the fabric barrier between your prosthetic limbs and the judgemental world around you, and this meticulousness had served you well for oh so long.

But even the most vigilant of individuals can fall victim to blind chance, and blind chance is exactly what puts the snagging ends of a frayed wire in just the right place inside your pocket. It catches on the side of your glove as you pause in your walking to reach in and search for your employee pass. The tiny copper fingers seize your glove, hold it, tear it, find a weak spot in the seam and break it open. You pull your hand back out of your pocket to the soundtrack of shredding fabric.

It’s bad; the way the thread had pulled had ripped the seam in both directions, leaving the entire side of your glove split apart and the metal of your prosthetic beneath it to shine in the overhead lighting of the subway platform. You grimace. Not wanting to endanger the remaining material any further, you peel it off.

You hope no one notices.

(You hope in vain.)

“Wow, cool!!”

A small child - maybe seven or eight years old - dashes in front of you with sparkling, excited eyes trained directly on your exposed metal arm, blocking your path to the employee door just as you start to try and move.

“I didn’t know they had a lady robot here, too!”

A lance of ice and clawing shame plunges itself between your ribs and straight into your lungs, knocking the breath from your lips. Suddenly you’re shaking, too aware of how loudly the exuberant child is being, of how crowded the platform actually is.

Heart rattling, you say nothing to the child as you attempt to step around him, to cross the last few yards to the employee door and the eyeless hallway beyond. Unperturbed, the child simply moves along with you, keeping pace, darting erratically from your side to practically under your feet and then back - and all the while his incessant questioning gets louder and louder, like he thinks you can’t hear him.

“Hey! Hey lady! You’re a robot, too, right? What kind are you? How come you don’t have fake skin like the other robots? Are you broken? Can I see your hand?” He nearly trips you when he gasps and stops close enough to your foot that he’s practically standing on your shoe. “Can I have cool robot parts, too?!”

You don’t mean to almost knock him down, you really don’t.

You don’t mean to slap his grasping fingers away as he reaches for your metal limbs, nor do you mean to bolt like a wild animal towards the employee door, abrupt enough to earn you the child’s (loud, loud, so loud!) cry of surprise and his nearby mother’s angry reprimand.

They couldn’t understand. No one ever has.

Because while it may have seemed like an innocent enough encounter on the surface, just like always, you can feel the eyes of everyone within earshot turning towards you, burning along your skin. Just like before. Just like always.

(You're so, so tired of being stared at, of being bombarded with questions, of being the focus of pity and fear and morbid curiosity.)

Without slowing down, you smack the pad beside the door with your ID, barely waiting for the latch to click and the light to flash green before yanking the door open with more force than flesh-and-blood limbs would ever have allowed.

You nearly sprint down the corridor, taking the turns through sheer muscle memory as your vision blackens at the edges, until a familiar (safe-safe-safe!) door comes into view just up ahead.

It’s empty when you enter, but that’s okay. You don’t think you want your friends to see you like this - you don’t want to tell them why.

You reach the far corner of the little room the Station Masters call their own and brace yourself against the wall. Shaking, you slide to the floor and try to get your breathing under control.

They’re ashamed that it takes them almost an hour to find you.

There hadn’t been cause for concern at first - they’d simply realized you’d never clocked out, which meant there might still be a chance to see you again before you left for the day. It had been a happy thought, one that had them eagerly sneaking away to go and look for you.

But you were nowhere to be found.

They’d checked everywhere they knew you’d had work to do that day, thinking that maybe a task had run longer than expected. Then, they’d checked the live camera feed to see if they could spot you that way. Still nothing. Thinking perhaps you’d simply forgotten to clock out and had already left for the evening - which would have been horribly unlike you - they’d resigned themselves to waiting until the morning to be graced with your presence.

And then they’d gone back to their storage room.

There, in the corner, tucked away where the camera’s eye didn’t quite reach, was you.

The Station Masters hover nearby, processors overloading with concern as they watch you, unresponsive, sitting hunched against the wall and staring at nothing with the remains of tear tracks still drying on your cheeks. Your gloves are clenched so tightly between your fists that the fabric looks on the verge of tearing as you hold it, twisted taught between your metal fingers. Dissociation, their automatic index tells them; trace indicators of sweat and adrenaline, their cursory scans conclude.

A quick bluetooth conversation is had between them, and they determine that no, they've never seen you like this before, this isn't normal.

They approach. You don't react.

(The twins wonder if this is what it feels like to wish they could cry.)

‘Should we contact medical assistance?’

‘I... don’t know.’

They look to one another, silently hoping their brother will have the answers they do not.

(Now that they know where you’ve gone, they search back through the security logs and follow your path in reverse, tailing you backwards until they see...

Oh.)

“Oh.”

You’re peripherally aware of the twins as they step in perfect unison to flank you, slowly kneeling at your sides until they no longer tower over your crumpled form. You want to move, want to respond when they call your name, let them know you can almost hear them - but your body refuses to cooperate.

Instead, you stare at the empty space between the far wall and the floor and try to collect enough pieces of yourself to find your way back towards their light.

“Darling?” one of them calls - it doesn’t matter which.

“Can you hear us?”

Barely, but yes. You can make out their words as though from some far-away shore, muffled and weak. It’s a comfort, regardless.

(You trust them, you think. More than you ever have another human being.)

Through foggy ears, you listen to them speak. They murmur, coax, gently plead, come back now, please, you're scaring us, are you alright? They tell you they saw what happened, how they’re sorry they weren’t there - but that’s silly, you want to tell them. It wasn’t their fault; there was nothing they could have done to circumvent what always, always happens.

(It doesn’t stop a tiny piece of your heart from wishing they had been there beside you, with kind words and protective stances.

Maybe then they wouldn’t have to see you as you are right now.)

There is movement.

Gently, so gently, the brothers lean into you. You can feel them pressing their arms against your own, the contact oddly warm from their internal functions. Your skin prickles at the touch - but pleasantly so, instead of the crawling bad that physical contact usually brings.

With deliberate, worshipful slowness, they each take one of your mechanical hands in their own, weaving their fingers together with yours, loosening your grip on your gloves until they can be safely pried from your grasp. One of them, maybe 3MM-ET, carefully lifts your hand and brings it to his lips, resting it there reverently. The other, probably 1NG0, lifts your other hand and gingerly uncurls your fingers so he can press your palm against his cheek.

Neither one of them speaks for a time. 3MM-ET brushes his lips over your prosthetic fingers repeatedly, ghosts of kisses he isn't wholly brave enough to properly give; 1NG0 closes his eyes and holds your hand to his face with both of his. He nuzzles into your touch, lips gliding across the heel of your palm but never pressing down.

"Beautiful," one of them whispers.

"Verrry beautiful," the other agrees.

You don’t know how long you all stay like that, with your heart gradually thawing with each and every word that spills from the speakers hidden in their throats. Their warmth and the weight of them grounds you, little by little pulling you back towards that distant shore. Your lungs work without you to fill with fresh air, replacing the stagnation that’s settled deep inside while you’d been lost to the void inside your own head.

The twins continue to murmur praises, reassurance, fondness, steadily growing into whispers of devotion in between the spaces of their spoken words. They adore you, they say, you're wonderful, so human and so alive and so very, verrry lovely; you don’t realize at first that they're talking about you.

It’s like a riptide when you do.

You gasp as you slam back into your body from that foggy mire inside your mind, the burn of a sharp inhale rivaling the way it feels like something’s finally been released inside your ribs. Freed, lanced like an ill-healed wound.

Out pours the blood and pain of years of bottled emotions, of facial expressions you trained yourself not to make, of the shards of at least one barrier you’ve held tall and strong for an age. And with it all there comes the pent-up toxins of the day, spilling out over your eyelashes in a new wave of tears, tracing down the paths left behind from before. It hurts. You’re glad it does.

You don't just sit there silently as you blink the saltwater from your eyes this time; instead, they pour like a swelling river over its banks, and you lean forward with the weight of them. A low, pitiful sound pools inside your mouth and slips past your teeth before you can stop it - a quiet, keening whine that breaks and stutters into a single sob.

Then another.

And then a third.

Your shoulders jerk as you start to drop, but before your body can fold itself in half, there are arms around you, gentle and firm, holding you steady.

Your hands are relinquished and the arms cross one another over your chest like a brace, their own hands coming to rest on your shoulders opposite where they each kneel. A second pair of arms wraps around your back just above your waist. The duo hold you upright, keep you from falling, pull you close in perfect equidistance between them; one rests his cheek on the crown of your bowed head, the other rests his chin in the dip of your shoulder.

You shake as you cry, letting out the long stretch of the day, your hitching breath the only sound you make through clenched teeth, and through it all they hold you. Even as five minutes turn to thirty and the tears finally ebb, and you can feel yourself slot back into place within reality, the arms encircling you stay, the murmurs continue, their presence remains.

They ask you if you're alright.

You simply nod your head.

With a glance at one another that holds another private conversation, you’re sure, the androids slowly shift, slowly stand. Their arms do not move, and you find yourself pulled along with them as they lift you from your spot on the floor and guide you to a battered old loveseat along the wall - something your grandfather must have brought in years and years ago.

In perfect unison they sit, bringing you to rest between them so close that their sides, their thighs, their shoulder all press against your own once more with comforting pressure.

"I should...go. Let you recharge," you say at last. You make no move to get up.

3MM-ET hums, thoughtful. He lets his arm slide from where it crosses your chest like a seatbelt and gingerly takes your hand. Warm, gloved fingers slip in alongside yours, soft leather against sleek and shining chrome, and 3MM-ET runs the sides of his fingers back and forth between your own like gently rolling waves. With each pass he gives a light squeeze so that you can feel the hidden ball joints of his knuckles. He delicately pinches your ring finger next, your middle, your index, twisting them ever-so-slightly as if examining them from different angles. Despite the strength you know his artificial body contains, his touch is never anything but kind.

(From anyone else, you might find it uncomfortable, invasive. But not from him. Not from them.)

"...You are gorgeous, you know?" he says in his usual soft monotone. His quietude belays the strange, awed tint to his words, the softening of his synthetic smile in a way you've never seen before.

From your other side, you can see 1NG0 slowly nodding from the corner of your eye. Like his brother, he, too, finally shifts his hand from your opposite shoulder and brings it down to cover your free one. He curls his fingers around the metal plates that make up your knuckles, cradling them like something invaluable. The pad of his thumb brushes over the hinge of your own, back and forth, back and forth.

"Gorgeous," he says in agreement, uncharacteristically quiet. "And perfect."

You scoff, wet and choked. "I'm not--"

But 1NG0 raises faintly glowing optics to meet your gaze and your protest dies behind your tongue at the sight of something raw behind his eyes.

"You are human," 3MM-ET says beside you. "Something we will never be."

You turn away from 1NG0 then, and twist your neck to look at his brother with furrowed brows. But 3MM-ET’s smile is achingly fond and he shakes his head before you can speak. "It is the truth," he states simply. "We are not human." He shrugs - and it's such a distinctly human gesture, one that you know can be programmed or learned through behavioral study, but usually never properly applied in subtle ways. Here, it is subtle, and for a moment you forget which of you three is made of wires and which is made of flesh.

But 3MM-ET isn’t done. He turns your hand over in his grasp and runs his thumb down the inorganic lines of your palm. His gaze lowers to watch it, as though he’s unable to meet your eyes. “...But you treat us as though we are.”

1NG0 shifts, leans forward to study you in profile. “We are flawed in mechanical ways,” he says, voice still soft and tender and warm. “You are flawed in human ways. We can be programmed to emulate human flaws, but it’s nothing more than an illusion, a lie of perfection. Or of imperfection. Whatever the one writing our code wants us to be.”

The arms still curled around your waist squeeze you in gentle, almost nervous tandem as both the androids hug you close.

3MM-ET’s thumb changes direction on your palm, circling counter clockwise. “We are aware of this.” His fingers tighten almost imperceptibly, but it’s still enough for the sensors in your metal hand to detect. “Of our artificiality. Sometimes we forget, but not for very long.”

Your mouth twitches at his admission, not a frown but almost; he just shakes his head.

“You do not get it; you make us feel human. You. With you it is not forgetting, it is like we always were.”

On your other side, 1NG0 hums. “You have never indicated that you see us as things; you do not treat us as lesser in any way, when by nature of our inhumanity someone else might. Where another might see our personalities as faults, and our faults as something to be rectified, you treat them as though they are normal.”

3MM-ET nods. “As though we are human.”

1NG0 nods as well. His hand on yours twists, aligning his palm with the back of your hand. He threads his fingers together with yours. “Your humanity is what makes you perfect,” he explains. “You simply exist as you are, flaws and all.”

The arms encircling you slowly slide from your waist, gloved hands brushing along your back and sides until they fall away. 1NG0 brings a hand up to trace the back of a knuckle just under your eyes; when he pulls back again, there is a single droplet of moisture left on his glove.

(You didn’t know you still had tears left to shed.)

3MM-ET’s hand alights on your shoulder. He trials his fingertips reverently downward, tracing the seam where your skin meets metal - and even further down. He stops at your elbow, gently cupping it, and lifts your arm until it straightens out. The thumb that once drew patterns across your palm now carefully uncurls your fingers, and he adjusts his hold until your forearm rests across his own. Slowly, like he’s terrified you’ll pull away, 3MM-ET lowers his head and lifts your arm higher to meet in the middle.

Soft and whisper-light, he touches silicone lips to the ball joint of your wrist.

Your breath catches in your throat; this is all too much. You don’t know what to do with this tenderness, this gentleness, when all you’ve known for years is how to build your walls higher and higher to avoid the leering gaze of others. You cannot fathom, no matter your grandfather’s skill at breathing artificial life into cold copper and warm circuits, how these two (objectively inhuman) beings can show more humanity than members of your own kind.

And how they, technically perfect in their artificiality, can consider you the perfect one - because of and not in spite of, your failings.

Your mechanical fingers curl, unconsciously trying to capture 3MM-ET’s hand once more.

The brush of leather against your face pulls your attention back to 1NG0, back to a luminous silver gaze that meets your own and somehow softens as if you’d hung the moon and stars. He rolls his hand so that his palm cradles your cheek, and with his other he tugs at your fingers until he’s pressed your hand to where his core sits beneath his chest plate, holding it there like he’ll die if he lets go.

There is no need for him to breathe, no real heart that needs to beat, but you can feel the impersonations of them under your hand; the rise and fall of his chest in simulation of breathing, the faint thrum of the pump that forces hydrolic fluid through his internal structure. Even with your prosthetic, you can feel him.

“These are not flaws,” 1NG0 whispers, stroking your mechanical hand with his thumb. “They are simply a part of you.”

You feel the tickle of 3MM-ET’s lips against your wrist as he picks up where his brother leaves off, unwilling to remove his almost-kiss from your arm even as he speaks. “Therefore,” he murmurs, “these are perfect, too.”

You’d thought yourself dam-less, the cracks in your walls now laid bare as the banked-up river of emotions runs dry inside your soul. But as you look from one conductor to the other - one with his lips held to your wrist and his twin with your hand clutched to his core - you feel the tide come in anew.

1NG0 swipes at the trickle of tears gliding freely from your eyes, though his gentle touch does nothing to stem their flow. You shake your head to dislodge his hand.

Before either of them can react, you’re pulling back, tugging your appendages from their respective holds and reaching blindly out to grasp at their shoulders. You manage to find one of them through your blurry vision, 3MM-ET, and yank him to you. He lets you bury your face in the crook of his neck and rests his cheek against your temple.

Your free hand fumbles to find 1NG0 on your other side, but now that he can guess what you want, he puts himself in your path; you fist your fingers into his coat and pull him close until he’s pressed against your side with his forehead alighting just below your ear at the hing of your jaw. He ghosts his lips against the skin of your jawline and wraps both of his arms securely around your waist.

3MM-ET’s arms follow suit, coming to rest above his brother’s, as one of your own slips around his side to cling desperately at the back of his coat. You wriggle your other arm until it’s actually under the one 1NG0 has around your front and reach up to dig your fingers into his sleeve, hanging on like you’re afraid you’ll be washed away without him there to ground you.

The last dregs of overwhelming emotion wring from your exhausted heart as you allow yourself to be held and to hold in return - for once finding a hand extended in the dark behind your walls. You make no noise as you cry this time; there is only the sound of your breathing and the whispered words of two voices in your ear, telling you how glad they are to know you.

You’ve never felt more human.

#*bashes head on the desk*#THIS THING JUST KEPT GOING OH MY GODSSSSSS #this is how you know I am thoroughly in the soup #eikin what have you done to me #robosubmas #submas x reader #cw panic attack #spark writes

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kuzann · 1 year

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Finally got this chapter out. It’s been hard to get back in the swing of things after programming boot camp but I’m gonna try!

Chapter 7: Teacher

Another patch of color drifted over, and Irdin’s image joined the little group.

“And there’s Esme. She’s Dr. Korten’s assistant, and she’s a psychic.”

As before, a patch of color drifted over and soon Esme stood before them as well.

“So does that mean she’s like us?” Emmet asked as he watched Esme’s copy.

“She’s a type of psychic, but she does more of the mind-reading type of stuff,” Ingo replied, one hand held to his chin as he thought about it. “I don’t know if she can do dream things like us.”

“Oh right, she was overhearing your thoughts earlier.” Emmet peered a little closer at Esme’s image, hands on his hips and a thoughtful tilt to his smile. “So that was the voice that belonged to Esme. It’s nice to know what she looks like.”

Ingo couldn’t help but recall the conversation that had followed Esme overhearing his thoughts. Emmet had to know that his current state could very well be Ingo’s fault. Why hadn’t be brought it—

Emmet gasped and leaned back a little. “Esme just moved!” he said, pointing at the illusion.

Ingo snapped back to the present and looked at Esme again—she wasn’t presently moving, but her shoulders were tensed now as if she were consciously trying to hold still.

“Esme?” Ingo took a cautious step forward and waved a hand in front of her face, looking for a reaction. Her form wavered slightly, but other than that there was no movement.

“Hmm. Maybe there’s a wind or something?” Emmet guessed as he waved a hand through Korten to compare; the illusion swirled like smoke and reformed itself in the wake of his hand. He turned to Esme and moved to do the same thing.

Esme jumped back, startling them both, her form going hazy as she did so. A pokemon emerged from the dispersing splash of color, one that Ingo immediately recognized.

#Submas Beyonders AU #Submas #Ingo #Emmet #Pokemon

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belltrigger · 7 months

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Submastober / Submas Sharetober Day 4!

Sharetober Inspiration: Tsukiyomi by King & Prince (2022)

So, like, did @glassesblu and I ever talk about the AU spinoff where ddIngo is in a boyband?

After a ton of improvement and growth and reconciliation, the four Death Train AU lads (Wife Ingo, ddEmmet, Mermmet and ddIngo) finally get to be reincarnated together as a quartet!

ddIngo is the eldest, and he's aware of his attraction to his brothers fairly early on, and through a series of chastisements comes to think he's 'manipulating' his younger brothers. He relieves the pressure he feels by embracing a club lifestyle - he goes out and parties, drinks, and plays around with people. This causes him to put his beloved brothers at a bit of an arm's length, adding in to the distance that later causes the quadruplets to separate. He does not get along with their parents at all, and their arguments push him out of the house more and more often.

Wife Ingo is the second oldest, and is very rigorous with his studies, feeling as though he bears the burden of their parents' expectations. After all! ddIngo is just playing around all the time. Wife Ingo feels disappointment and frustration in ddIngo in equal measure, but it also bothers him because that is still his older brother who is precious to him. He's always doting on Mermmet and ddEmmet, but feels the most shame out of the four about his brotherly love. He is a transman, and more than one person has gotten a bloody lip from ddIngo for trying to say Wife Ingo is not their identical brother.

Mermmet is the third oldest, and mostly goes with the flow of the others. He is a big crybaby, easily getting teary over things that may seem inconsequential to others. Cheerful and energetic, he is the strongest of the brothers. Openly affectionate to his brothers, he is somewhat confused by the idea that they would have anything to hide about how much they love each other.

ddEmmet is the youngest, the "baby" of the group. He's the most emotionally rounded and mature, but is extremely dedicated and protective of his brothers. When he was younger, he realized he really liked kissing with Mermmet, and even engaged in it with ddIngo a few times. When he was younger, he found some of the severe adult stuff that ddIngo was exploring online and saw things he was not emotionally ready for - this is what instigated ddIngo to feel like he was corrupting his brothers.

There's a pretty big fallout between ddIngo and Wife Ingo in their late teens, each saying things to each other that they later regret. Because of the tension, and a few other things, the quadruplets temporarily go their separate ways.

ddEmmet refuses to let that be the end of it, and he's been keeping in contact with Mermmet. In fact, he and Mermmet move in together as soon as they're independent.

Soon, they rope in ddIngo, because he is not fighting with them and in fact misses them very much. Since they last saw him, he and his club buddies have actually taken their love of dancing into a career. Now, he is the front dancer in a quite successful male dance group who perform at various venues. Because it's ddIngo, he's also the 'playboy' of the group, but it doesn't go beyond flirting since he's realized he only wants to be with his brothers.

Mermmet and ddEmmet reveal to ddIngo that they are open to a romantic relationship, and so they become a throuple.

They need to convince Wife Ingo to join them in their loving relationship! ddEmmet comes up with an elaborate plan in order to show Wife Ingo how much they miss him, love him, and want him to come live with them. He has to reign in ddIngo and Mermmet, who are a little more impulsive and want to just go and confess right away!

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As for the inspiration, I found this band shortly before three of the members left, so that's a little sad! But they were going for multiple years, so there's a pretty big backlog!

The then-center (Hirano Sho) in this song is pretty much what I imagine ddIngo to be like. He puts his whole body into the dance moves! It's fun watching him dance! At first I wasn't super into the video because I don't really like the outfits, but the song's a banger and watching their moves and footwork, it's pretty impressive!

Music link below the read more!

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#Submastober #SubmasSharetober #Emmet #Kudari #subway boss kudari #blankshipping #submas #music recs #subway boss nobori #submas au #sbms

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critterbitter · 4 months

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What do you know- I'm trying out the askbox *eyes*

anyway I just wanted to say that high-key I think I'd follow any content you make at this point bc your art brings me so much joy. That doesn't tend to happen super often since i am,,,, very much so a hyperfixation-focused person HAHA

regardless I'm not exactly quiet about it but I adore your art and I look forward to each new time you post :D

I WISH i had the capability of pumping out art like you do bc man while I love to draw and have so many ideas all the time picking up the pencil is Hard Dude.

Also! In a recent post you mentioned the whole Twin Dragons AU and HC that people love to have- I'd be super curious as to your opinion on it!

-( ╹▽╹ )

I SEE YOUR TAGS AND IM.

I’ll have to slow down at some point on that Submas Grind, but the hyperfixation throes are REAL. Thank you for inhabiting the tunnels with me! People that tag and cheer artists on are the real mvps of the art economy.

As for twin dragon aus!

I’ve always seen Emmet as more zekrom esque, and Ingo more reshiram esque. Is it cause the typing matches their starters? Maybe, hehe.

Ultimately though, the guys are too multifaceted for me to easily split them into truth and ideals.

I also see the legendaries as Eldritch Abominations Beyond Understanding, so having the dragons in my iteration become the twins would, uh, have consequences. The funny goofy story would dip into horror territory instead. (Reshiram demands only truths, and anything not Absolute will burn. And zekrom’s ideals are beyond human understanding, and trying to understand the mad tangle of thunder would drive somebody insane.)

(I’m a huge tma fan. Can you see it? Man.)

((Also N’s a scary mofo for summoning reshiram. I’m digging directly into the whole “twin heroes have a civil war and it destroyed unova” backstory that pokemon set up, and the more I think about it the stronger my dread mounts at the idea of Zekrom OR Reshiram casually flying overhead.

But this is also just how I see the legendaries of the pokemon world! Lugia sinks islands. Groudon covers towns. Arceus loves the mortal world, and mourns because its immortality only brings grief. Giritina hates, because it’s the ghostly remains of every one of Arceus’s mistakes given drive, banished into the distortion realm. Normal stuff!)

You sly dog, you got me monologing! But here’s the tldr: Not sure i’ll ever make my own serious Dragon AU that follows my internal world building for pokemon. I’m too attached to my favorite trope: “the smallest people can still initiate the biggest of changes”, and I’m too attached to my other favorite trope: “legendaries are actually gods and you Should Be Frightened.”

So that’s why, in this essay, if the trio gets turned into pokemon, I’d make them route 1 run of the mill rats. Because rats can do whatever they want.

(Plus, patrats and pachirisu aren’t banned from the subway battles last I checked.)

If i had to make a goofy crack dragon au though, I think this would be the result:

The whole story would just be the trio and historians trying to figure out what the hell the twins got turned into, and concerns of other people becoming pokemon as well. So far, people are convinced they’re a paradox version of an archen. (I mean…)

(Alternate take of THAT, where elesa gets turned into a victini.)

#long rambling talk under cut!#click at your own peril #ask #mailbox #i have feelings for forces of nature that shape the pokemon workd #benevolent gods. apathetic gods. malicious gods…. mMMz #pokemon #guess this counts as submas!#submas #nimbasa trio #my two hot takes on the twin dragons au #critterbitter #critterbitter screams into the void #myart

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betasuppe · 2 years

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I like the new icon! :)

Thankies so much! I love it too♡♡♡♡

This fab drawing was done by the brilliant @antidotesprout of Father Konrad from demon priest Submas AU~ Not much I can say beyond who on earth could resist a demon in disguise as a friendly priest who eats people? Cuz I definitely cannot♡♡♡

Anyways, for my pkmn fans, go give the lovely Sprout some love~ Their art is to die for!♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

#asks #listen im going crazy over this drawing forever & ever & ever #i love love LOVE THIS DRAWING SO MUCH LIKE GUYS I CANNOT SAY ENOUGH♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡#ardhvhikko♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

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multiversal-madness · 1 year

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I posted 4,299 times in 2022

That's 1,858 more posts than 2021!

492 posts created (11%)

3,807 posts reblogged (89%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@tboltrashbro

@kittydemon9000

@skellebonez

@multiversal-madness

@jaxi-the-dragonborn

I tagged 836 of my posts in 2022

#ask - 220 posts

#professor layton - 189 posts

#professor layton au - 136 posts

#my art - 111 posts

#multi’s art - 109 posts

#pokemon legends arceus - 101 posts

#shiny legends au - 82 posts

#submas - 72 posts

#luke triton - 60 posts

#subway boss ingo - 59 posts

Longest Tag: 140 characters

#his exit from targent isn’t exactly clean and he becomes a descole like figure (just without the harming/threatening people with big robots

My Top Posts in 2022:

(Spoilers for the end of Stray)

I am this close to making an au where b12 survives, moves himself into one of the companion robot bodies, adopts the mc (main cat) and the rest of their cat family and then has to deal with being the only remaining ‘human’, trying to figure out his role in this fledgling society while mourning the loss of his own.

510 notes - Posted July 24, 2022

The sculk has corrupted many humans before, but what if it got its hands on a dragon? I present to you, the Sentry, the warden’s even more dangerous dragon counterpart.

Brighter version under the cut:

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Stray - Resurfacing Au

A lot of people liked this post and I’m getting more ideas from my second play through so let’s do this. Stray Spoilers Ahead.

When the city opened up, the zurks died and the sentinels deactivated, the Outsiders were finally able to reunite and make their way towards the surface

(Zbaltzar had to stay behind until they had a place to put his monitors and everything else, but he didn’t mind, it just gave him more time to meditate)

They reach the station. They’re off put with how emotionless the helpers are, but decide to help them out at a later date

They’re about to exit to the surface when Momo hears something coming from the main control room and goes to investigate

He finds the little outsider, curled around his drone friend who’s eyes aren’t lit up anymore

Momo comforts the little outsider, picking him and his inactive friend up then taking them to the others

Doc ends up taking B12, believing he may be able to recover him

While the little outsider goes out to find his family, Doc sets up his new lab on the surface and works on bringing back B12

He finds that yes, he can recover B12, but the small drone body is beyond repair so he ends up installing B12 into a companion body

When B12 wakes, the cat and his reunited family are there to greet him. Doc explains everything that happened while B12 is covered in cats

B12, while happy to still be alive and with his memory, struggles with his identity. Now that everyone is free and he no longer has the mission of opening the city to focus on, he’s forced to face the implications of being the last human on Earth and if he even counts as a human anymore

The outsiders welcome him into their group, even if they’re free now, they still have their camaraderie and still consider themselves the outsiders

B12 doesn’t tell them about him being human right away, he wants get a bit more comfortable in his new ‘skin’ before he does so

That’s all for now but I do have more planned for this au. Feel free to ask any questions!

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I don’t know why but I find the idea of the other outsiders thinking Momo has terrible fashion sense endlessly funny, like:

Doc, after returning to the slums: Momo! It’s so good to see you, I’m surprised you’re still wearing the coat

Momo: >:(

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Zbaltazar: wait, Momo went through the sewers? Rainbow screen Momo? Terrible fashion sense Momo?

Momo, just arriving at Zbaltazar’s level: >:(

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Clementine: I can’t believe you made it through the sewers! You must have gotten braver since I last saw you. It’s a shame the coat made it though

Momo, done with all of this: >:(

Nothing against Momo’s coat but it’s just a really funny idea to me that the outsiders, having not seen Momo in decades, immediately comment on his coat and Momo’s just:

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My #1 post of 2022

This is their dynamic and you can’t convince me otherwise.

Also hc that Clementine can and does carry the other Outsiders around.

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#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review

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sleepy-shinx · 2 years

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An Unexpected Encounter at Sea (Chapter 1/?)

Summary: Isabelle and Emily had left Hisui two days prior, their partner Pokemon newly evolved, and a promise newly made to a new friend. However, that promise seemed like it was going to be fulfilled much sooner than either of them had ever anticipated.

Author's note: uhhh this is a lot of backstory infodump, but I promise it's worth it for the end. I had this idea for this AU not long after I posted the second post with info about the girls, and I've been thinking about writing it for a few days now... and now here it is. I think I'll likely be adding more to this story too, so. Chapter One?

Warnings: none that immediately stand out to me (but don't be afraid to let me know if there's something I might have overlooked)

pairings: none (also obligatory blankshippers dni. there are no ships in this fic, and there will be none in the future.)

Wordcount: 3195

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/37717015/chapters/94163011

Other Chapters: Next

They had left Hisui two days ago.

Apparently, they weren’t allowed any reprieve from the (friendly, mind you) chaos that their visit to the region had brought.

Isabelle’s day started as days on the sea normally did- waking up in the cabin she shared with her sister, getting dressed, eating breakfast.

Emily would have been up already, to check that they hadn’t moved too far off of their planned trajectory. They were heading to the Kalos region next, a plan since before they had arrived in Hisui. This was normal for them- they would plan their next trips while already on one. It was an efficient use of time as they spent days on end on the sea!

Isabelle yawned, walking up the stairs to the deck of the boat. Emily was standing next to one of the two masts, tying a rope around a cleat in a clean cleat hitch. The boat’s off-white sails were unfurled as they helped to carry the boat forward in the sea breeze.

“Good morning!” Emily called as she finished, straightening (heh) up and turning around to face her twin sister. A cheerful smile was on her face as she moved to the helm, standing behind her Chandelure as she looked to the horizon. The sun was not very high in the sky- Emily was likely up right at dawn, as she usually was. Isabelle was a later sleeper.

“Good morning,” Isabelle called back, a smaller smile appearing on her face as she climbed the last few stairs to the deck of the boat. There was water to every side of the boat, no land to be seen anywhere near. This might have come across as daunting to someone unfamiliar with navigating while at sea. For Isabelle and Emily, this was second nature.

Her Eelektross chattered happily to her right. It was sitting at the starboard edge of the boat, head leaning against the gunwale as it watched the water slip past.

A Pokeball at her hip popped open, and a stream of light curved up to her shoulder as her Sobble left its Pokeball to sit on her shoulder. Her smile grew, and she lifted her hand up to pet Sobble on the head. The Water Lizard Pokemon cooed at the touch and pressed against her neck.

Emily turned around. “Popplio’s out for some exercise! It really seems to be enjoying being back out at sea again!”

“Well, though Hisui had some gorgeous rivers and lakes, I doubt anything can really compare to the vastness of the ocean when it comes to ‘enough room to roam’,” Isabelle remarked.

Emily nodded, glancing out to her right at the water. “Those three lakes in particular, though- I’d still love to learn more about them in the future.”

“We’ll be back to Hisui at some point in the future! Perhaps by then, Professor Laventon will have done more research into them.”

Emily nodded, her smile broadening. Chandelure twirled next to her, looking like it was enjoying the breeze as it blew past its arms. Isabelle had never known a Fire-type to have such an affinity for anything at all associated with water, but Emily’s Chandelure seemed to love being at sea. Though it still actively avoided touching the water, it seemed at home on their boat. It helped to keep things lit up at night when the sky grew dark, so they could still do their boat maintenance before bed without tripping or messing something up. It had been an essential member of their crew from the beginning.

Eelektross, still laying on the starboard side of the boat, was something of a bodyguard for the boat and everyone on it. It wasn’t terribly uncommon for them to come across a territorial water type during their travels, and Eelektross was perfect for helping them deal with those threats. They’d even found someone who was able to teach Eelektross Giga Drain in Unova while it was still an Eelektrik- for the times when one of those territorial water types also happened to be Ground type as well.

Isabelle recalled the time they came across a Whiscash while on their journey to Alola several months back. She had never been more grateful for the fact that they’d taught Eelektross that move than she had been at that exact moment.

Popplio and Sobble were two of the newest members of their crew. Both Isabelle and Emily had decided that they really needed water types for help while at sea, and so Emily had caught Popplio while in Alola, and Isabelle had caught Sobble while in Galar. Those had been the two trips immediately before their trip to Hisui, so the two Pokemon were still finding their place on the boat.

Isabelle walked across the deck to sit next to her Eelektross, Sobble hopping off her shoulder to lay on the gunwale. The water was crystal clear here, and she could see wild Water-type Pokemon swimming below them. They were still technically in the waters surrounding Hisui, so she could see a number of Mantyke, Mantine, and Finneon. She even caught sight of a Tentacool, which made her slightly nervous. They would have to keep a watchful eye for any alpha Tentacruel around.

Watching the Pokemon swim by reminded her of the adventures they’d had just days ago in Hisui. The stop had been planned before they arrived in Galar, which was very normal for them, but they hadn’t quite chosen their goals for the Hisui trip until after leaving Galar. That had been when Emily had remarked that Lampent and Eelektrik had been stuck in their middle stage evolutions for quite some time. Isabelle had reminded her that not all Pokemon evolve on their own- that certain conditions sometimes had to be met.

“Well, while we’re in Hisui, why don’t we look into how Lampent and Eelektrik evolve, then?”

That had become their goal. That goal turned out to be trickier than they expected, as neither of the Pokemon were native to the region, so a lot of research and trials and tribulations had gone into figuring out how to evolve the Pokemon.

But those trials and tribulations had introduced them to many new friends.

Isabelle couldn’t help but smile upon remembering the people they’d met in Hisui. Akari had been one who had stood out among all the people there first. She had greeted the two at the harbor on Prelude Beach when they arrived, alongside her superiors in the Galaxy Clan (Commander Kamado, Captain Cyllene, Professor Laventon), and she had practically dedicated herself to helping them evolve their Pokemon as soon as the two had outlined that goal to her. She was a passionate and smart young girl, no more than 15 years of age. And due to her work with the Hisui Pokedex and research into so many different kinds of Pokemon, she’d had many ideas of how to figure out how to get Lampent and Eelektrik to evolve (two of which eventually worked).

And then there had been Ingo. The first and most immediate thing that had stood out to them about Ingo was the fact that the man looked uncannily similar to both of them. Same hair color, face shape, build (except for being of the opposite sex, of course)- everything. Even their ages were similar, Ingo being around 30 while she and Emily were 29. Almost as if he were their long-lost triplet or something. However, hearing about Ingo’s story had made both girls fairly convinced that was not the case. Ingo had suddenly appeared in Hisui one day, wandering around the Alabaster Icelands where he was found and taken in by the Pearl Clan. He also had a severe case of amnesia and had very few memories about who he was before he arrived in Hisui.

However, despite this, the man still seemed to have a great deal of spirit. He was loud, expressive with his words yet not his face, and had a natural affinity for working with Pokemon. Akari had introduced him to them when she had suggested that maybe Lampent and Eelektrik needed battle experience to evolve (which had not been the case)- they’d had very little experience in Pokemon battles, but Ingo seemed to love nothing more than a good Pokemon battle and had happily agreed to train them and their Pokemon in them. He’d been a good teacher too! He also had loved to listen to them talk about their journeys, and hear their stories from all of their trips around the world. Their stories from their childhood in Unova had seemed to be of particular interest to him. In response, he told them about Hisui, about the Pokemon native to the region, and about Pokemon battles.

Isabelle’s smile disappeared as she recalled the few, scattered memories the man had told them about.

A partner, a Pokemon who wielded flames with mastery. Interestingly enough, upon watching Lampent evolve after touching a Dusk stone, Ingo had remembered that his Pokemon partner had, in fact, been a Chandelure. A confusing fact indeed, considering that Chandelure was not found in the wild in Hisui.

A man who looked like him, who loved winning more than anything else. Yet another memory Ingo had remembered more of after watching one of their partners evolve. Once Eelektrik had evolved to Eelektross via a Thunder stone, Ingo recalled that the man wore an outfit nearly identical to his, but the coat and hat were white. His face was identical to his, but he was always smiling. And that man’s beloved Pokemon partner was an Eelektross. He and his Chandelure had fought alongside that man and his Eelektross many times before.

Akari then had the idea that they should try that exact style of battle, to see if that could help to trigger any more memories of that man. And so they had- Akari and Ingo against Emily and Isabelle. Due in no small part to Emily and Isabelle’s lack of experience with battles, Ingo and Akari had won easily. And Akari’s hypothesis had been correct… at the end of the battle, Ingo had turned to her and said…

“Well done, Emmet!”

Emmet. Ingo’s twin brother, whom he hadn’t seen in the three years he’d been in Hisui.

It was like a switch had been flipped after that memory returned. Ingo suddenly had to deal with three years’ worth of grief and longing as he remembered the man and just how close they had been. It had broken both of their hearts, as neither Isabelle nor Emily could even begin to imagine how losing the other would feel. If Ingo had been as close to Emmet as the two of them were to each other, he must have been struggling greatly with the fact that not only had they been apart for three years, but also that he had no idea where Emmet was.

The last week they’d spent in Hisui had been largely scouring the Galaxy Team and the two Clans for a man named Emmet, or someone who had any sort of lead of a man named Emmet who looked like Ingo. They’d had no luck at all, which had lead to the promise Isabelle and Emily had made him when they’d left- that as they traveled, they’d keep a sharp eye out for a man who looked like him, who was named Emmet. And that if they found him, they’d take him to Hisui immediately to reunite the two.

Isabelle sighed, wishing that it was easier to track a single man down out of who-knows-how-many people there were in this world. Alas, as much as they’d try, she doubted she and Emily would ever come close to finding Emmet, considering how little time they usually spent in a region before moving on. She could only hope that Ingo’s friends in Hisui could be of more help to him in his quest to find him.

“Whatcha thinking about?” Emily settled on a seat in the middle of the boat’s deck, crossing her legs.

“Everything that happened in Hisui,” Isabelle responded, laying a hand on Eelektross. “Wondering if Ingo and Akari are looking for Emmet right now.”

“I’m sure they are,” Emily nodded. “Or Ingo is, at least, if Akari isn’t busy with her research.”

“It’s so odd that we barely have heard of this man, and we’re still so invested in his well-being,” Isabelle remarked with a small laugh.

“It’s because we’re worried about Ingo,” Emily shrugged.

“That’s probably true.” Isabelle turned and leaned her back against the side of the boat. “By the way, as I was watching the Pokemon in the water as we’ve been moving, I’ve seen a few Tentacool. Best to look out for any alpha Tentacruel around.”

Emily nodded, shuddering as she remembered their run-in with an alpha Tentacool while exploring the waters near the Cobalt Coastlands in Hisui. Thankfully, the then-Eelektrik had been able to team up with Akari’s Luxray to fight the Pokemon, but she was certain that if Eelektrik had been on its own, the fight would’ve been very close. Thankfully, her sister’s Pokemon was now not only better trained in battling, but also evolved, so hopefully, if they ran into an alpha of Tentacool’s evolved form, they’d be able to hold their own against it.

Both girls’ trains of thought were very suddenly interrupted by a sudden very loud clash of noises coming from the lower deck of the boat. Both stood up quickly yet still cautiously to avoid rocking the vessel, and Eelektross floated up and over to Isabelle’s side. Sobble hopped off the gunwale and began to climb up Isabelle’s body. Chandelure turned around, looking at the two with concern.

“Did Popplio return and I didn’t see it?” Emily wondered, confusion growing on her face.

Almost as if on cue, the two heard a splash, and a blue body lept out of the ocean and landed on its back two flippers on the portside gunwale, holding its arms out in a dramatic pose as it barked to announce its presence.

“Popplio??” Emily turned to face her smaller Pokemon. “If you’re right here, then who’s-”

“I’ll go look,” Isabelle insisted immediately, carefully grabbing Sobble who had settled on her arm and handing the timid Pokemon to her sister. “Eelektross, come with me, please.”

Eelektross chattered again to let her know it had heard her, and Isabelle headed immediately for the stairs.

“Be careful, please!” Emily called after her, letting Sobble rest on her shoulder.

“I will!” she called back as she started quietly down the stairs.

She wasn’t exactly sure what she expected to see. A pokemon, maybe, one that had lept out of the ocean and onto their boat accidentally, perhaps? That seemed the most likely conclusion, but still. Something felt off, and she made sure Eelektross was staying close to her.

As she reached the bottom of the stairs, she peered warily around the corner into the small living space that was the lower deck of the boat. It was divided into three areas- a bedroom, partitioned off by a partial wall, a dining/lounge area that had both a table to eat at and a couch to sit on, and a kitchen, stocked with all the necessities for a long journey at sea (thanks to the hospitality of the Galaxy Team in Hisui).

And, laying on the floor in their kitchen looking dazed, were two whole humans who most definitely had not been there before.

Before she could begin to process the two humans in the kitchen, something else caught her eye. A small, green Pokemon, whose head was shaped like a raindrop and whose eyes were big and blue. Its body was small compared to its head, yet it still had two arms and two legs. The legs did not seem to be regularly in use, however, as the Pokemon floated in the air above the floor. It stared at her, giggled softly, and disappeared in a mist of green sparkles that lingered in the air where it had been.

Isabelle, her mouth hanging open, turned to look yet again at the two humans laying on the floor of their kitchen.

The first person that caught her eye looked to be a woman, dressed very peculiarly in her mind. She had blonde hair and wore a headband with gray hemispheres at the ends covering her ears, and two long black cords dangling from those hemispheres. Her dress was short and sleeveless, yellow with black and tan arrow stripes in the middle. Under the dress, she wore black tights, leading down to yellow heels. She was thin and had pale skin, along with striking blue eyes.

The other person, however, caught much more of her attention.

Silver hair. Gray eyes. A coat and hat that looked to be nearly the same as Ingo’s, except in white instead of black.

And a face, identical to that of the Warden’s, except for the broad smile instead of a perpetual frown.

Isabelle’s heart felt like it stopped.

The man in white groaned, sitting up holding a hand to his forehead. “Elesa. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, I think…” the woman, Elesa apparently, responded, propping herself up with her arms. “How about you?”

The man squinted at his surroundings. “I think I’m alright. Where in the name of the world were we taken?”

His eyes wandered around the room and then settled on Isabelle.

He almost immediately got to his feet, hand going to his belt and settling on what she thought might be a Pokeball (it looked very shiny and metallic- nothing at all like the ones she kept Eelektross and Sobble in).

“Who are you?” he asked, almost demanded very nervously. The woman he called Elesa also spotted her and got to her feet as well.

“I think I’m the one who should be asking you that, considering you’re the ones who just suddenly appeared on my boat,” she shot back, nervous at the hostile way they faced her.

“Isabelle, who are you talking to?” the worried voice of her sister called from up the stairs.

“A boat?” the man repeated, looking very confused.

“Emily, we have company,” she called back, not taking her eyes off the intruders.

Seconds later she heard her sister clambering down the stairs, landing next to Isabelle at the bottom. Chandelure followed right behind her.

The woman’s mouth dropped at the sight of them. “What in the world?”

Isabelle stepped forward, trying not to let her nerves show. “I’ll ask you the same question you just asked me. Who are you?”

The man, realizing they were cornered, considering Isabelle and Emily blocked the only exit, lowered his hand from his belt, still keeping his guard up.

The woman, still looking shocked, was the first of the two to speak up. “Uh, hi. I’m Elesa, I’m the Gym Leader of Nimbasa City in Unova.”

Isabelle’s mind reeled. Nimbasa Village?

“And this is-”

“I am Emmet.” the man stood straight, hand going up to his forehead in a salute. “I am a Subway Boss in Nimbasa City in Unova. I am looking for my brother.”

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