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marchy-emmet · 4 months

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Pokémon White - The Battle Subway's Void

MARCHY... WRITING?!?!! Pppffff, aside from that... I wanted to write a little one-shot thingie in creepypasta format to explain in a lil' more detail what glitchy Submas are about. No gore or anything, only madness!! Without further ado, let us dive into this shitstorm...

And as a note: The player's opinion of Submas does not reflect my own, lol.

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So… here’s the deal. I’m going to jump right into it – no sugarcoating whatsoever.

I’ve been an avid Pokemon fan for my entire life – way down from childhood and up till now, even as a broke unemployed college student. Generation 5 had always been my favorite, and though the attractions in Nimbasa City aren’t particularly pleasing to me, there was one place that had caught my attention – Nimbasa Gear Station.

Now, I am no rookie player… I’ve been through this subway time after time again – my favorite being the singles lines due to how quickly you can farm BP. And the doubles line was slower but gave you the same amount of BP, so what was the point? My copy of White was maxed out in money and time. No need to add more grueling tasks.

… Well, enough yapping for now – I don’t have much time, anyway. Let’s, once again, jump right into it.

Just a few nights ago, I had made my rounds with the battle subway again – but this time, I decided on choosing the multi lines. I’ve got barely any friends who play, so I ended up playing this with the NPC Hilda in the comfort of my own dorm room… If only I could play with sentient beings, I thought sarcastically to myself – no one being around and all…

It was unsurprisingly a typical, boring and usual sweep of the battle subway. A timid Hydreigon with max EVs in special attack and speed with dark pulse, flamethrower, surf and dragon pulse had done the trick. Way too easy!! We had a bit of trouble with a few NPCs here and there, but it was nothing terribly difficult.

Then came, of course, Ingo and Emmet with their usual cone stance. I never understood the hype around these two random NPCs… Sure, strange design and all – but what’s the deal?

With me already having dull feelings about the subway masters and their undeserved hype, the experience I was about to have this very night would ruin their image forever.

Aaaand the game crashes. What the fuck??!?! All of that hard work of grinding in the battle subway while mashing A had gone to waste. I am gonna fucking lose it… I thought. The only logical thing to do was to man up and suck it up and redo the entire thing over. So I rebooted the game, muttering profanities under my breath and waiting impatiently for the title screen to appear.

And it didn’t. At this moment, I thought, okay, obviously the game is fake. What is this shit? Perhaps I was a bit too irritable for no one’s good, because as soon as I had restarted it again, the title screen actually showed up with a bit of lag. But still… Something was off. Lag is a telltale sign of a fake game, right?

This thing’s cartridge was used, after all. I had no idea what the previous player had done to the game… In the back of my mind, I had hoped all my save data hadn’t been deleted. Fuck.

I eagerly waited for the game to boot fully and take me back to Gear Station as I hit the save file, but the performance of the virtual world only got lower and lower, steadily dragging itself back to where my character was standing. As per usual when you “quit” a subway battle, the employee was facing me in preparation to scold me.

… But he didn’t. He just stood there. And at this point I thought the game had frozen.

My heart kept beating fast as I frantically thought up plans of what to do with my save file. Transferring all of my work to another file was an option – but I didn’t have another DS or any friends who did. Again, fuck. At this point there’s no use in searching for resources online to find out if it was fake – it definitely was.

I took a deep breath and looked away from the screen for a moment as I hoped and prayed that the game would cooperate with me. The Gear Station theme was still playing, after all…

A few minutes later, and I simply gave up, rebooting the game yet again. And again, I experienced the laggy bootup screen and the strange pause at the employee. I dropped my DS, putting my hands in my face and releasing the most frustrated sigh to grace the earth.

This is when I suddenly heard an 8 bit screeching sound that had scared me shitless. I jumped up, removing my hands from my face and widening my eyes at the screen. Nothing was out of the ordinary, but the grating sound… ugh.

I reached for the DS’s power button and tried to turn it off – but to no avail. Okay, then let’s try holding it down for 10 seconds… Nope. Pressing all the buttons? Futile. Button combinations? Nada. And so I turn to Google – my attention now directed at my laptop screen – a terrible mistake, really.

After a few unhelpful searches, I turn back to my DS screen and jolt.

It was back where I was with Ingo and Emmet, but the background had gone completely black. How…? How was this even possible? At this point, I even considered that I had picked up a rom hack!

So, with all of the textures lost, I had of course entertained the idea that I was in generation 5’s “void” – similar to gen 4’s “void glitch” where you could catch Shaymin and Darkrai via the exploit. But I knew the walls of the battle subway were probably still around, and the only way of getting out would’ve been through the subway doors.

After a few moments of cautious reconsideration, I moved my fingers to the DS button’s arrows and pressed to go left. To my surprise, my character was actually able to roam around the void around Hilda, Ingo and Emmet!

Curiously, I approached Ingo and mashed the A button, attempting to speak to him. For a moment, this seemed to have frozen my game, until a text box popped up…

“What can I see after winning, winning, and winning? … Nothing – not without this fellow standing beside me.”

Huh. I had vaguely remembered the first half of this line from Ingo, but not the second half. At this point I was definitely convinced I had received some sort of fucked up rom hack in the real White’s disguise.

I spoke to Emmet, and his text box lagged similarly before he stated, “I am Emmet. I am a subway boss. And I am verrry angry. Too angry.”

When I spoke to Hilda, her text box was blank. No ellipsis or anything.

I… didn’t particularly enjoy the expressions the subway masters’ pixelated little faces were making. Dead, cold and glaring. But I had figured that’s how they always looked. Something was definitely going astray with their colors, because the more I stared, the bluer Emmet got, and the redder Ingo got. Their sprites were progressively getting freakier and freakier. What kind of fucked individual sat down and made this hack?

This is the part where a battle suddenly started without my knowledge or consent, despite my character standing far from their usual battle position. Uh… Okay then.

Subway masters Ingo and Emmet got into their usual battle position, backs turned before pointing… straight at me, as the player. This wasn’t quite right, I thought to myself, as I had remembered them pointing in opposite directions prior to this weird interaction. I did get a closer look at them, and their appearance was ever-changing.

They left the screen, and as per usual, Haxorus and Archeops were sent out first… Nothing was at all wrong with the sprites – except their eyes were missing? That and the fact that the battle’s background was white. A few blocky particles of what I call “glitch” were floating around the screen erratically. I also couldn’t help but to notice the Pokemon’s sprites weren’t animated.

I had a horrible pit in my stomach as my intuition was begging me to listen… But I persisted in thinking this was merely a twisted rom hack. The Pokemon still weren’t moving, and the screen was still struggling to load in the background with chunks of “glitch”. Colored particles were everywhere.

More possibilities floated through my mind… Was my DS broken? Was the cartridge dropped in water? Whatever the case might’a been, this was the most terrifying experience I ever had in a Pokemon game.

Unable to send my Pokemon out, I set the DS down and clutched my stomach a little, beginning to feel nauseous. My fingers tightened, rendering them paralyzed. I felt my whole body vibrate as I became deathly ill… Wasn’t quite sure why. There’s no way I was panicking so much over a video game.

As I stood up, I felt the room spin, so I sat back down. A distorted groan rang from the DS as Ingo’s sprite appeared back on screen, in the same pointing position.

His text box read, “The system cannot be shut off at this time. However, you could always offer reconciliation.”

Reconciliation? What the fuck was he on?

As Ingo’s distorted sprite faded out, Emmet’s appeared next – but he had black splotchy markings all over his body and face. I felt my heart beat faster again, and my breathing hastened as his text box popped up. It remained blank for a few seconds as Emmet’s round, soul-piercing eye revealed itself through his face’s shadow.

At this point I tried to shut the game off again by holding down the power button, but it was no use. Not even removing the cartridge stopped it.

“Do not try to turn the game off. Do not try to save the game. You cannot.”

How… How did he just break reality? I knew the funny business was over. This is real.

Ingo appeared again next to his Haxorus, who was melting into a glitchy mass. He began to speak again, his sprite’s eyes appearing in his face’s shadow. “I knew my partners wouldn’t make it through this – but I must protect what’s left. Why wouldn’t you play the multi lines for such a staggering duration of time, player?”

“I just did!!” I yelled back out loud, absolutely bewildered and jittery. I wasn’t even sure if responding to him would warrant a response, but…

Emmet’s Archeops began melting into a glitchy mass next as his sprite approached closer. Any light that was left in his eyes had died when he noticed his Pokemon partner was succumbing to the supposed reality break I was witnessing. His smile dropped for the first time. I’m pretty sure I had never seen that twin frown up until then.

“I am Emmet. This world is too limited. And I will break free. What you did was verrrry rude, player.”

“What did I do?!” I shouted back, feeling tears well up in my eyes. Not tears of regret or guilt, no – tears of confusion. Panic. My head was spinning at this point, and I had wondered if I was experiencing psychotic derealization. Something like this is much too bizarre to be real.

Another text box appeared as Ingo gestured to Emmet, Archeops and Haxorus. “Intentional separation is a sin that cannot be forgiven. Excuse me for repeating myself – but it would be kind of you to ask for reconciliation. I’m not sure how Emmet feels.”

I stared at my screen, my voice hoarse as I responded, “I… I’m not the one you’re looking for.”

I felt ridiculous responding to a video game character, but in my derealized mind this was logical at the time.

“Do not lie,” Emmet began, his sprite becoming increasingly glitchy, “I do not like liars. I do not entertain liars.”

I refused to press A past this point, instead reflecting on what could be happening. Are they feeling something? Is that why Haxorus and Archeops had died – due to a fatal game error?

“I’m sorry,” I say without really thinking, my thoughts racing with contemplating fear.

And Emmet responded again without me hitting A. “You said you are not the one. I do not like liars.” His sprite became bitter again, vibrating against the glitchy masses that were surrounding the twins and broken Pokemon.

I once again took a deep breath in complete disbelief, shutting the DS and dropping it harshly. I sobbed into my hands, unable to make out what I thought of this. Do I need psychiatric help? Was it real?

I felt as if something horrible was going to happen – as if these characters wanted revenge on me. And the game was still playing despite the fact that I had closed it.

Five minutes past as I rocked myself and wept, occasionally glancing over at the DS and putting destruction of the system into consideration. But before I could even formulate the plan, I noticed the DS was… vibrating. This just sent me back into the spiral of sobbing into my hands, but I kept my eyes locked steadily onto the DS. I knew a DS was not supposed to vibrate.

And then came what I can only refer to as a hallucination…

Something was pushing the DS’s screen back up – a finger covered by a black glove. The surrounding area erupted into glitchy fragments, and the gaming system was practically breaking itself and making crackling sounds as the plastic warped. Welp, guess my plan to destroy it was no longer needed.

Without a second thought I let out the loudest shriek I could ever release – and I had sworn the entire complex had heard it. Stood up and ran without hesitation. Not even going to stay to observe the scenery.

I made my way out of the dorms, speeding down the halls and immediately causing a scene. Everyone I passed just stood there, bewildered by my behavior. I was too scared out of my wits to even warn anyone.

I made my way out of the building and down the street, panting heavily and feeling my whole body cake in sweat. Pure fight or flight instinct. I knew then that someone wanted my head on a silver platter – video game character or not.

Eventually I was at my friend’s house, frantically knocking on their door… It isn’t my intent to bring danger towards them or their family, but it’s my only option at the moment. No way I’m staying back at that cursed dorm.

Explaining such a situation to my friend was uncomfortable, but they were concerned for my mental health and well being. And of course, they didn’t seem to believe my story, either… No one did. Everyone I texted, voice chatted with, and told in person always asked if I was joking, or if I needed some sort of help.

It’s been a couple of days since the incident, and I’ve missed plenty of classes – but they’re my last concern. Whether or not I come to find out if that thing was real, I need to hide for my own sake.

And I hope someone runs across this as a tale of caution (unironically, the reason I’m writing it). If you’re sold a game that’s advertised as real, and something strange begins to happen… don’t delve in further.

… Or you may end up like me – alone, just as the subway masters were. And possibly still being tracked down as I write.

#submas #subway bosses #ingo and emmet #pokemon #pkmn #glitchy submas

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superpeeboy · 3 days

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Waittt i like yapping about my aus have i talked about the captain underpants lego movie au i had on here yet?

Mr krupp / captain underpants is gcbc 😭 george and harold end up as emmet and lucy and BENNY IS A VILLAIN OKAY?? evil benny or DEATH!! i want benny and gcbc to fight i dont care!! fight fight fight kiss kiss kiss! more under the cut but this one i havent spent as much time on so my thoughts arent organized as well

the origin i have right now is bad cop pulls over emmet because i know emmet is NOT a good driver. and lucy is shotgun with him. and they dont want a ticket!! lucy yells at emmet to hit the gas the second bc even goes over to them but emmet doesnt AWWKWARD!

emmet definitely eats kids cereal anyways so they do the hypno ring schtick and ask bc to be a ‘good cop’ instead and it works! but yknow, captain underpants stuff, gc thinks that being a good cop entails being a hero! hes also kind of dumb he was born two minutes ago 😭

so, wacky hijinks ensue!!! emmet and lucy have to try to stop gc from causing a scene wherever he goes and meanwhile, benny is doing evil scientist things a la Professor Poopypants but im NOT calling him that 😭. so good cop actually DOES have a villain to fight but theyre like gay. they’re fighting in a gay way.

also, most people, including benny, are unaware that gc and bc are different people 💀so benny has insane beef with bad cop whenever he sees him he gets so mad 😭 and bad cop does not get it 😭😭

i dont actually know what a lot of the other characters would DO, i thought of this mainly because i wanted an evil benny okay?? tjis is evil benny centric. EVIL BENNY 4EVER!!!

I have doodles ive made umm i hope they make sense with whative explained

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bellafragolina · 2 years

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Sub bros, Elesa, and Burgh with a blind s/o! How do they meet, do they have a guide Pokémon, cute hcs!

This is super cute!! Gosh, I love Pokémon, they're so darling.

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Ingo:

He saw you navigating the subway, noticed your tinted glasses and the harness you had on the Stoutland panting at your side. You seemed confused, so he approached, offering assistance. You asked where a specific station was, so he guided you and your Stoutland to your destination. You talked about the soothing sound of the trains, and he told you way more about trains than you needed. But it was cute, listening to how excited he got

He sees you around more often after the first meeting. He often calls his greetings to you, and you recognize his voice (and his volume), and he walks with you to your destination. He starts carrying treats for your Stoutland the more he sees you, and he starts to look forward to seeing you more and more. Your a reprieve on busy, chaotic days

He learns Braille because he wants to write you love letters. Emmet is confused as hell seeing him with a Braille pen, dotting out on a page. Ingo refuses to divulge what he’s doing, so Emmet investigates, and sees his brother passing the page to you. You read it, a passionate love note, and blush heavily. You hug Ingo, your Stoutland yapping happily. Emmet is thrilled. A new sibling! He rushes over to introduce himself, embarrassing Ingo as he goes “so you’re the one my brother was so lovesick over!”

Emmet:

Emmet also meets you on the subway. You’re a trainer, one casually battling his line with your Pokémon team. You manage to make it to Emmet’s car with the help of your strong Furfrou. The rest of your team wait in their balls for the battle.

Emmet doesn't realize immediately that your blind, only that Furfrou stands close to you, and you appear to have headphones in, connected to the phone on your belt. He battles you, and cocks his head when your gaze doesn't seem hyper-focused on the battle ahead, instead cocked to the side like you're listening to someone.

He's annoyed you're not paying full attention, especially because you beat him. Your Furfrou stands victorious, the last one still standing amongst his brethren. You call him back, then pull out a harness for him, and Emmet suddenly feels very sheepish. But he's curious too

You stick around for a while, talking to him about how you use your Rotom Phone to help you battle since you're blind. It reports to you the results of your moves and the conditions of each of the battling Pokémon, since while you can hear the chaos, you can't exactly tell if things always hit or not, or if one of your Pokémon is near fainting. Emmet is verrrrry impressed, and waits to train with you!

You two train as often as you can, and your quick brain grabs Emmet's heart in a vice grip. He asks you out after two sessions, and takes you wherever you want to go, so long as he can kiss you there. If you don't mind him kissing you. Please?

You can't say no

Elesa:

She approaches you because you have a Zebstrika like hers, and she wants to compliment its cute vest, also she has a Zebstrika, would you mind if hers played with yours? You agree, find a bench in the park with her, and let your Pokémon wander. She asks about the vest, and you tell her about how Zebstrika is your guide Pokémon

Elesa likes you a lot from the get go. You're so nice, to her and to her Pokémon, and though she's ashamed to think it, she's relieved that she can guarantee you don't just hang out with her because you think she's pretty. Also, you laugh at her bad jokes. She's down bad

Elesa likes taking you places around Nimbasa, especially to the amusement park where her gym is located. You two have a lot of fun riding the rides, and she convinces you to get on the Ferris Wheel with her, where she tells you that she's very interested in you, would you want to date

You spend the rest of the trip on the wheel kissing her

Burgh:

You're wandering around his gym, guided by your Scolipede, when Burgh approaches you, gestures to the painting your near, and asks your opinion on it. It hits him as you just stay silent, and he's so sorry, so sorry, he didn't mean to sound like he was making fun of you! So sorry! You just laugh, though

Burgh is very interested in you Scolipede, if you're willing to chat with him about it (it's the second he excuse he had to approach you, besides the painting, but that bombed, so plan b). You two talk about bug types for a while. He invites you back to the gym as well, for whenever you want to chat about bug types with him

You think he's cute, so you come back when you can. The two of you talk about anything and everything, and your Scolipede likes Burgh a lot. So you quietly inquire about a date after a few months of hanging out. Burgh is ecstatic.

He paints you often, just too struck by your beauty to not. Even if you can't see his paintings, he layers the paint enough that you can feel them. And that alone makes you tear up. He blushes from the kisses you pepper him in as thanks, grateful you can't see how red he is, unaware you can feel the heat against your smirking lips. Yep, you were right. He's very cute.

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Thank you for the cute request, love! I hope you like it, and I hope you have an amazing day!

~Renee

#ingo x reader #emmet x reader #submas x reader #elesa x reader #burgh x reader #pokemon imagines #pokemon x reader

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hoochieblues · 8 months

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Peppy's potential pre-adoption meet, part deux. Wherein: not a failure! I knew she could do it!

Also, emmets, chomping, and bad habits.

Ngl, I was... apprehensive this morning, as this potential adopter's resident dog is also young and female, and I worried we'd have a repeat of last week, where high energy + high energy equalled disaster. We also had to drive up to Torpoint for the meet (I say 'we,' I mean my poor colleague who had to crawl out of her sickbed to make it), so I had tons of time to start rewriting the placement plan in my head and imagining all the things that could go wrong.

And, because August bank holiday, emmets.* Roads glued up with tourists to the point we had to do all backroads and nearly took the ferry out of self defence. Minimal tractors though. yay.

*which i've apparently been wrong about for decades; it's an old english word for ant, not cornish. 'ant' in kernewek is 'moryon' wc you don't really hear outside of the far west. there is delicious salty irony in 'emmet' being an english loanword, though. bwaaahahaa.

Once we finally got to the paddocks, Pep engaged Yap Mechanism early on, but the redirection training seems to have (kinda) stuck and I was even able to call her off barking at the dogs in the neighbouring paddock a few times. Her keyphrase is 'make good choices.' Sometimes she does.

She instantly loved the potential adopter, and vice versa, and got on fantastically with the resident dog. I always say it, but I learn so much from my fosters, and watching them together was amazing.

Pep's anxiety and underdevelopment come from two things: trauma (scary kill shelter experiences, potentially some brief street experiences) and lack of socialisation. It's likely she was the sole survivor of a litter (or maybe separated too early though that's less probable imo) as she just doesn't have the skills around self-regulation and boundaries that siblings teach each other, added to her lack of human interaction/structure/training.

With another young dog, as with humans, that can easily spill over into real fights, personality clashes, and general compounding of triggers. But with Tilly, she was responsive and polite, happy to play and - most importantly - happy to accept Tilly's corrections and deescalation.

Watching them together, all the dog-dog communication was so apparent and clear and lovely. When Peppy responded to a calming signal and took herself off to do her own thing for five minutes, I'm not (terribly) ashamed to admit I kinda wanted to cry.

It's the kind of stuff a lot of people miss, because we're not used to watching dogs just be dogs - or teaching them how to do it.

Early days, and still some major things to consider, but I have my fingers crossed for this one.

Also, in more typically Peppy news, she has taught Chance to playbite.

They still only play on the couch while I'm there to be high ground/referee, because he seems to understand she's wary of his size, but they're way more energetic about it now. And Chance has gone from 'tolerates human touch like brushing against duckweed in a swimming hole' to actively grabbing me and getting into it, which is great. Except now he playbites too. Verrry gently and experimentally, but still. Damn he's got some psi.

I think I can parlay this into cleaning his teeth properly, so it's probably a win-win, but I do laugh at how he picks up a 'bad' habit from every other foster I take on.

Him face. I love him.

#peppy le phew #foster dog diaries #dogs #project dog

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watching-pictures-move · 1 year

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Movie Review | Red Scorpion (Zito, 1988)

This is probably most notable for being produced by right wing lobbyist and convicted felon Jack Abramoff, with funding from a think tank run by the South African apartheid government. So obviously this is gonna have some pretty bad politics, and in depicting the Angolan Civil War, it conveniently leaves out the fact that the anticommunist rebels are backed by the apartheid regime. This probably makes it more palatable to watch now and may have made it less offensive as propaganda back in the day, but is also kind of a pussy ass move when it comes down to it. You can compare this to The Wild Geese, which was also produced in South Africa under the apartheid regime, and that movie at least owns up to having no morals, outside of one bizarre scene in which an inveterate racist is cured of his hatred. (It's a guilty pleasure, please don't judge. Hilariously, both actors in the aforementioned scene took their roles because they expected a serious message movie about conflict in the African continent.)

The movie's staunch anticommunist viewpoint is conveyed not just through Soviet atrocities committed against the rebels, but foregrounded by the reporter played by M. Emmet Walsh. Now, if I were an American journalist imprisoned while reporting from behind enemy lines, I would likely not call my captors a bunch of Commie pigs right to their faces. I would also likely not go up to the guy in the corner of the cell who was twice my size and call him a piece of shit with zero provocation. One can admire in theory that he has the courage of his convictions, but one would also find it hard to believe that a character this incapable of keeping his yap shut managed to survive this long in a war zone. Of course, Walsh is always fun to watch, even if he rattles off his lines at a rate that suggests he was trying to wrap up filming ahead of schedule. He provides the bulk of comic relief: examples include his attempt to spread American values to Angola by blasting Little Richard during a truck chase, and the bemused reaction that meets one of his many tirades. "He is a very emotional man."

That line is delivered in perfect deadpan by Dolph Lundgren, who plays a Rambo-like Spetznaz officer who defects to the rebels out of the goodness of his heart. The movie takes a good deal of inspiration from the Rambo series, particularly the early jail and truck chase scenes pulled from First Blood, but I think the movie makes a good case for Lundgren's particular brand of low key charisma. While cast for his He-Man stature, Lundgren manages to convey some level of vulnerability and uncertainty, and often relies on the help of his allies. So there is a level of challenge for him in the proceedings, meaning that this works better as an action movie than earlier Joseph Zito efforts like Missing in Action, where Chuck Norris sneaks up without cover on Viet Cong who never bother to turn their heads, and Invasion U.S.A., with its endless scenes of innocent civilians being gunned down and Norris blowing away hordes of Cuban invaders with ease. While both stars are low key, you can see how Lundgren invites some empathy while Norris remains completely wooden in these films. And while Lundgren's physique brings to mind certain other stars from the decade, he one ups them in one respect. Arnie and Sly usually showed off only their torsos. Dolph wears cutoffs, baring his well sculpted gams for the entire third act.

This also has the kind of clean, sturdy action that seemed so common in the '80s but is much rarer now, and benefits from the appealingly harsh African desert milieu. And the cinematography by Joao Fernandes finds moments of unexpected artfulness, like the abstracted searchlight of a helicopter scanning sand dunes in pitch black night, or the shot of an incoming helicopter framed through a burning bush, or the messianic encirclement of Lundgren's character as he returns to the rebels for the climax.

#film #movie review #red scorpion #joseph zito

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pnksh1rts · 1 year

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i got my dog 13 years ago today now you all must look at this absolute beanie baby of an animal

#emmet yaps #SHE WAS SO TINY I FEEL SICK..

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sexysilverstrider · 2 years

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if the submas twins supposed to be unfckable why tsugu and yuuma voices

#i really love emmets voice it matches how i hear him #its so cuuuute!!!#ingo is so LOUD lol #fafar yaps

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maledetta-fragolina · 1 year

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[For Kitsune Emmet]

His ears pricked up fast! He was excitable. It was very cute of him. "I think a nice warm fox cuddling me is all I need for the cold." But wearing something pretty for him. That idea made them blush.

They watched as Emmet fussed with the nest. They reached over to help him fuss with it. Their hand reached over to where his were and accidentally touched his hand.

"--Oh. Sorry for touching." They squeaked. "We're living together, so I want to help you."

Emmet gives a happily little yap of a noise before shuffling over to nuzzle his head against Blythe.

“I like your touch!” He announces, before returning to fixing the nest. He organizes pillows and blankets to be cozier for sleep. The less they feel of the hard ground, the better. “I like your help. I am Emmet, and I like you a lot!”

He settles into the cleaner nest, and snuggles back against Blythe, hoping for pets and company. He hopes she keeps talking to him. He hopes she stays longer. He hopes for many things.

He hopes to finally have a friend, maybe more.

#❄️kitsune emmet❄️#blythe [kitsune route]

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cowsaresushi-coral · 2 years

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i like to think that in their youth, someone asked one of the twins out on a date, but tried not to ask explicitly. the twins said "sure!" and then they come and bring the other twin with them thinking it was just a hangout.

"why'd you bring your twin?"

"we go everywhere together?" (most days)

"this is a date."

Ingo: "Ah, this must me a miscommunication. As much as I think you're a stellar person, I must decline this invintation because -"

Emmet: "Gross."

#coral yaps #submas #2022 #my shitty headcanons go on this blog too shhhhh #emmet as always is as blunt as a bat #the swingin' kind #romantic love? what is that? i love trains. let's talk about trains and battles and pokemon combos #this gives the implication that ingo gets asked out #and it's probably bc if you try to ask emmet out #he'll make it so clear that he cares nothing for that sort of thing #the kind of guy where if you ask him to go out with him in front of everyone #wihtout a HINT of hesitation will go 'no! :)' and leave. he's based as hell and i love him #he knows what he's about and he lives life to the fullest #ingo i feel would probably give you more if a saving grace as he rejects you #i know people ship the bros with OTHER PEOPLE (no twin bs fk off) but uh not my headcanon!#it's fine i just like my twin bois together as a UNIT TO NEVER BE SEPARATED BY GOD

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art-blogge · 2 years

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Merged Tracks! C-10

Emmet had managed to convince Ingo to, once everything was settled business wise, take a vacation to Sinnoh. See how different it is! See how similar it is! Show Emmet where he lurked most often! Maybe they'd get lucky and see Hisuian Pokemon! Ingo didn't have the heart to tell Emmet that Hisuian Pokemon had gone extinct years and years ago, not including Baby Worthy. Despite that, he was definitely interested.

It had taken a few weeks to get everything arranged and ready. The travel part was easy. The finding places to stay was easy. Figuring out how to smuggle Baby Worthy in without causing a ruckus was the difficult part. She'd grown quite a bit in the past few months, so hiding her in Ingo's coat was no longer an option. That would have been especially difficult on a long ship voyage.

People turned out to be more distracted by the Subway Masters coming off of a ship than the oddly colored Sneasel one was carrying. What a relief.

They started in Snowpoint City. The only place Ingo felt remotely comfortable was near the Snowpoint Temple, and they were unable to get close as simple tourists. That was fine. Ingo had never gone inside of it anyway. Instead, they took a break nearby, Ingo told Emmet and Baby Worthy about a time that a bandit tried to rob him in the Icelands. The local Gym Leader came out to see why tourists had gotten so close to the Temple, and Ingo only called her Clover by mistake once. Startled that someone knew the name of her great-grandmother, Gym Leader Candice immediately challenged them to a battle. Emmet had to be physically restrained by his brother to stop him from approaching her at breakneck speeds.

And then Ingo let go.

Emmet lost that battle.

After dragging his defeated brother to the Pokemon Center, they set off southbound to Route 217. Despite the deep, deep snow, Ingo was more comfortable here. It felt familiar, even if he hadn't spent much time near the Pearl Clan. He was only distracted from this train of thought twice- Once by Emmet clocking him with two hands full of snow, and once by Chandelure popping out and making an appearance. He sensed something. Both Ingo and Emmet looked around for what he was sensing, but saw nothing. Emmet instead saw a bundle of Eevees nearby, huddled up and waiting for the brothers to pass.

"Go on ahead, little Eevees. We see you. Safety first! Everybody smile!"

With permission granted, the Eevees ran across the path, yipping and yapping. They were followed by two Glaceons, who both nodded to the brothers before following the Eevees and vanishing into the snowbanks. Emmet took several pictures.

Ingo saw this, but was more focused on a vague shape in the distance. Definitely a ghost, given that Chandelure was also staring at them. He recognized that silhouette.

"Lady Irida," Ingo muttered, tipping his head politely.

"Huh? Is someone there, Ingo?" Emmet asked, looking around. He didn't see it. Instead, he started marching forward, only for Ingo to hold him back. Without prompting, Chandelure began to melt the snow around them. There was a graveyard here. That's what Chandelure had appeared for.

"We are changing our course, Emmet. We cannot track our boots through this place. It would be far too rude."

Emmet didn't question this decision. Ingo placed a single berry on the largest headstone. Emmet took several pictures. The Eevees and Glaceons watched as they left before settling around the headstone. A single Leafeon joined them. ---- Ingo stopped walking as soon as they reached Route 216, and Emmet stared at him. Emmet, no longer watching where he was going, smacked into a boulder.

"Mount Coronet," Ingo announced, pointing towards the mountain, "I worked the Highlands further south of here. Let us make our own path."

Ingo grabbed Emmet's collar and dragged him off the beaten path. He didn't like it there, and he didn't feel like battling any trainers they might come across. Mt. Coronet had been largely inaccessable when Ingo had been there last, and he intended to take paths he knew. Things change, but mountains largely do not. He knew where caves to duck into were, he knew where you could safely slide down the side, he knew where the dead ends were. Beaten paths were for those intending easy and convenient travel. Ingo wasn't feeling that today.

Baby Worthy never strayed far, even without the leash. She'd never seen the mountains before, yet she climbed alongside Ingo like an expert. She'd inherited her mother's skills. Baby Worthy was clearly enjoying herself!

Emmet struggled. He had little to no experience with rock climbing like this. He knew how to traverse them in an emergency, but otherwise ended up getting left behind. He was okay with it, though! He was happy seeing Ingo and Baby Worthy having such a good time! If Ingo had been able to learn so quickly, then Emmet could too!

But not now. Archeops could deal with it for him! Archeops knew Fly. It was fine!

It was fine until Archeops dropped him off a ledge. Ingo had slid down the mountain-side expertly, and Archeops wanted to see Emmet do it! Emmet proceeded to Rolling Girl it until he got his footing back, and he still slammed into Ingo at the bottom. Archeops laughed at him from high above, until something big and round was thrown at him by Baby Worthy.

"Oh, a Voltorb," Ingo noted, not even fazed.

"Weird looking one!" Emmet added. Neither of them did anything as Archeops got shocked for his crimes of dropping his trainer for fun.

"A Hisuian Voltorb, it's half grass type," Ingo corrected, catching the Voltorb as it came back down. "One of the historians I wanted to work with has one. We're supposed to meet at Route 208. I presume you're it, then?"

The Voltorb chirped in his arms. They were just happy to be held! ---- The historians all fawned over Baby Worthy, and she loved it! She didn't know half of the human words they were saying, but she understood the important ones! Poison, sharp, cute! Perfect, beautiful, baby! She didn't mind being handled- She liked being handled! Hold her! Pet her! Hold her paws and pat her head! Measure her height and give her a berry! She got to do climbing with Papa! Baby Worthy was having a good time.

Emmet had wandered away. He was still in frame, just verrrrrrrry distant. He didn't want to stand there and just talk about Baby Worthy. It got too boring, too fast! Verrrrrrry boring! He wanted to explore! Emmet waved to Ingo, and then pointed to a nearby cave entrance. He was going to explore now! Ingo gave him a thumbs up, and Emmet immediately turned on his heel to go explore. Safety first! Archeops sat on his shoulder, with his wing over Emmet's head. Everyone smile! Proceed! Emmet whipped out a flashlight. It was still daytime, but it was better safe than sorry! ---- Emmet returned two hours later to not much having changed other than the time of day. Only half an hour had been spent checking out the shallow cave- The rest had been spent taking a nap until nightfall. The historians were still there. Baby Worthy was still there. Most importantly, Ingo was still there.

Ingo was smirking. Emmet couldnt help but stare at his elder brother in wonder- That was a verrrry rare expression! The historians were huddled over something that Emmet couldn't see.

"What is all this about? I would like to eavesdrop!"

Emmet was grabbed by the collar before he could interrupt.

"They're looking over my flute," Ingo explained, "They're dating it. I already told them everything I knew, but that will confirm it. And I know I'm telling the truth. I was there!"

He was proven correct soon after. The flute was chemically dated as being over a hundred years old, and Ingo only got MORE smug. He'd been proven right, and he fully intended to let everybody know it. Baby Worthy copied his expression, so now there were two Scraggy-smiling scrunklies just standing there, being unbelievably smug.

It was too quiet now. Emmet really wanted to just make a noise of some sort. But there were people here doing important history stuff.... Oh, better idea.

Without prompting, Emmet stated "Ingo, I had a dream about punching a funny horse." He didn't expect much of a reaction, so when Ingo whipped his head around to stare at him, Emmet didn't have an immediate reply. It took him a moment to get his words in working order, and he twirled a hand in the air to speed this up.

"Is that weird? I don't think Girafarigs get that tall, so it wasn't one of those..."

Ingo kept staring, so Emmet kept going.

"A big pony thing said I could battle it! I was excited! But I didn't have any Pokemon with me. I'm pretty sure I won anywa-- Hey? Where are we going?"

Ingo had grabbed Emmet's wrist and started trudging up to the cave Emmet had been napping in. Despite their efforts together, they found nothing new. Oh well!

Exhaustion finally catching up with him, Ingo sat down on a small patch of grass. What a long day it'd been. Next to him, Emmet flopped down onto his back and stretched an arm out. After a moment of observing this, Ingo laid down next to Emmet, making sure his shoulder was touching Emmet's. He then raised his own arm up next to Emmet's. Yes. This felt right.

Baby Worthy curled up under Archeops' wings, cuddling a white pokedoll he had given her. Where he'd gotten it, she wasn't sure and she didn't care. It was soft.

Ingo and Emmet glanced at each other, and in sync joined their raised hands together. Sure, they could reach for the stars whenever they wanted. But why? They didn't need to reach far when they were together, after all!

#subway bosses #submas #Track System #writing tag #emmet #ingo #LAST ONE! IM FREE!#if you tag as ship then BITE BITE MAUL KILL DEATH AND VIOLENCE TO YOUR FAMILY TREE #K+forgotten land in 24 hours! I finished in time!!!#beat up ur goat god for a plushie prize

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studentconductors-twins · 2 years

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Teacher: Alright...............-pauses-

Ingo and Emmet on the floor tangled in limbs with soap and water drenching them and the entire Subway Car drenched and half cleaned.

Teacher: ........why?

Ingo: My brother started it sir

Emmet: TRAITOR!

Ingo: It was invetible my dear brother and truth, so i throw myself before the jury for immunity.

Teacher: t-that’s....I’m not-

Emmet: Oh no you don’t dear brother if i go down your coming with me!

The two start wrestling once more while the teacher stands there exasperated hands rubbing there temple

Teacher: Boys.....

Emmet squishes a sponge into the side of Ingo’s cheek

Ingo: Emmet ! there’s soap in that you will blind me! careful!

Emmet: It was invetible dear brother that you one day go blind from all that reading you do!

Ingo: That’s not how it works!

Teacher: Boys!

Ingo slaps a wet cloths in Emmets face in retaliation

Emmet: Mmmphfgh!!!

Ingo: It was invetible you loose your voice dear brother from all that yapping you do!

Teacher: BOYS!!!

The twins freeze and stare wide eyed at Teacher.

Teacher: Get up! dry off and finish this car!

Emmet and Ingo: YES SIR SORRY SIR!!!

#Twin shenanigans #Aftermath of last scene #Cleansing the train car #Wrestling #studentconductor-ingo #Emmet #when together things can go down hill

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superdecade · 6 years

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Levidromes

A levidrome is a word that when spelled backwards makes another word. Well, at least not yet. It is not in the Oxford English Dictionary. Levi Budd is a six-year-old boy from British Columbia in Canada who has coined the term 'levidrome' after spotting that the word 'STOP' spells 'POTS' backwards. After realising that there is no such word in English for this phenomena, a social media campaign has started to get this word in popular usage (hence this post). I wrote a short Python script this morning that will pull all of the levidromes from a dictionary file. The full list is copied below.

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yob yod yom yon yos yrneh yug yup zaps zas zel ziz zuz zzz

It is interesting to note that some levidromes are also palindromes. I wonder whether we need a new word to describe this phenomenon also? Furthermore, there is no word in English for "a word that you make up in order to make another word make sense". I suggest: "emordivel" ?

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