Yeah. After More Than A Week, I've Come To Accept My Fate. I've Been Dragged Into The Submas Hole And

Yeah. After more than a week, I've come to accept my fate. I've been dragged into the Submas hole and now I make fanart for it. 👏

And so my emotional attachments for family/sibling characters continues.

10 year old me's half-hearted wish for more train twins content came true. But at what cost? :')

You know what? Just for the lols, let me make my Joehills rickroll my first tumblr post. :)

so on a scale from:

summoned to fight in the colleseum of infernal sky until one of you lies dead

presented with a rubix cube puzzle larger than your entire base overnight as if visited by an old and befuddling god

scolded within an inch of your life for not reading signs by a trickster entity that IOUs his way out of your retaliation

happily welcomed and given the lead in a building project for the benefit of the community (once you've been pulled out of the pit you were dropped in)

how does your ideal first meeting with joe hills go?

(Cleo, Mumbo, Grian, Pearl)

The level 0 to 100 challenge has been achieved. Here's a shiny Zedaph. 👍:D

POV you are joltik inside a subway bosses pocket

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Mister Emmet's coat sure is bigger up close.

The little joltik chittered to himself as he scuttled up the coatrack, shuffling through the layers of cloth. Hide-n-seek was hard with so many hatchlings in his grouping, but this time Mr. Electric-snaky-thing (His name was too long... Eely-sick-toss or something) had volunteered to hunt them! It was good practice for the wild he said. All of the good spots were taken, but there was one spot he knew NOBODY would look.

The coat closet.

He could smell all sorts of places he had never been before on the well-loved fabric; things he had never seen, or even heard of, but yet he caught just a glimpse of them through the many scents. Places he dreamed of traveling to, seeing for himself one day (Maybe even with a trainer of his own!).

Places mama got to go.

He could feel excited sparks flickering on his bristly fur, and he could barely contain himself as he jumped the short distance from the cold metal stand to the white outerwear. The scents were stronger up close, he could even smell a glimpse of his mama, and Mr. Electric snaky thing. Even Mr. Sharp claws, the one who kept them all in line and out of trouble.

His mandibles clicked together in a spidery form of a gleeful smile.

Mr. Snaky-thing would never find him here!

The little joltik picked his way across the coat, his feet finding easy footholds as he shuffled his way to the front. He couldn't hide on the surface, he was too bright, and his sparks would give him away. No... he needed to find a hidey-hole... something dark and THERE!

He chittered happily to himself as he found a little opening on the side of the coat, hidden from the outside and deep enough to hide his sparks. He shuffled inside, pressing his forelegs against his mandibles to stifle his gleeful chirps.

This was PERFECT!

He pushed his way to the corner of the pocket, situating himself on top of a notepad and a weird plastic thing with three holes and a turny thing. The smells weren't as strong in here, and it almost made him a little sad. He wanted to dream about the world while he was hiding. He shook himself happy little sparks flickering over his fur again. That was ok if he couldn't smell them as good... that just meant he had to imagine more!

He lost track of how long he sat there, letting his tiny head wander. He imagined big buildings full of trainers, all with other joltiks or Snaky things, or all kinds of other pokemon he didn't even know. He thought of huge bathtubs of water, as big as the whole building he lived in, surrounded in plants that didn't need pots to grow in, or people to water them. He dreamed of the big metal tubes that the bosses Emmet and Ingo loved, trains they called them, and what they might do, and how fast they would go.

He dreamed...

"ALL ABOOOAAARD!"

The little joltik startled, his glowing purple eyes snaping open two at a time. Did he fall asleep? How long had he been hiding? What time was it? Why was the coat...

Was the coat...

Moving?

The notepad under him swayed again, making him have to grip the sides of the pocket to keep from tumbling forward. The coat was definitely moving, that much was obvious. Why was it moving? Had Mr. Electric-snaky-thing found him that quick?

"Just the normal route today, Ingo?"

"I was thinking of running the Scenic route today, the challengers won't mind a slight detour, and we could use the change in environment."

Was that... the boss twins? He thought they were out with their friend Elly-sa... why did he....

The sound of a shrill howl, metallic and not from any pokemon he had ever met screeched through the air, forcing him to let go of the sides of the pocket to cover his ringing ears. It sounded like what he imagined trains to sound like.

The realization hit him.

He...

He wasn't in the apartment was he?

He debated whether or not it would be a good idea to try to climb back out to see where he was, after all this was EXACTLY the opportunity he had been hoping for! But on the other leg... he wasn't sure if it was safe. Mama wasn't around to keep him safe, neither was Mr. Electric-snaky-thing. He took a deep breath, steeling himself.

He may never get this opportunity again.

The little joltik braced himself against the smooth black silk of the inner pocket, using his bristly fur like climbing hooks to get to the top. Climbing back out proved to be much harder than it was going in, but he was determined to make it out. He had to see what was out there. With one final push his head popped over the edge of his hidey hole, his four eyes blinking against the sudden brightness as he took in his surroundings.

He was not at home at all.

This had to be one of those trains!

Metal and leather, seats and handlebars, an arena tucked away in the floor like his mama had told him about. He could sense electricity flowing through every surface he looked at, making his own stores up voltage buzz out in happy little shocks.

He was on a train!

"Ow!"

He felt the coat jerk, his slippery hold on the edge of the pocket failing as he tumbled back into the darkness of his hiding spot.

"What's wrong Emmet? Are you alright?"

"I am Emmet. I... Think something shocked me."

The tiny joltik let out a chitter of fear, quickly clamping his forelegs over his mandibles to keep himself from making anymore sounds. What if the subway brothers were upset he hid in Emmet's coat? What if they told mama he left? Granted, he didn't MEAN to leave... but STILL.

"I think... we may have a stowaway aboard."

He felt the coat stir again, and before he had a chance to react a gloved hand was scooping him up, bringing him once again out into the light. He blinked his eyes in pairs again, trying to adjust once more to the artificial light as fear jolted through him like a full battery. The smiling face of the younger subway boss filled his vision.

"I am Emmet! Hello Timothy!"

Ingo looked over from his station beside his brother, his eyebrow raising ever so slightly.

"Are you certain this little one is Timothy? How can you tell them apart?"

How DID he know it was him? Even Mr. Snaky-thing had trouble telling them all apart, and he could read their voltage.

Emmet tisked, pulling the little joltik closer. He shifted uneasily in his palm.

"He has purple eyes, and two black spots on his knees. This is Timothy! I know all of my joltik."

The little joltik chittered in surprise. He knew Mr. Emmet loved hatching him and his brothers... perhaps a bit too much... but to memorize them all?

"Your memory is truly amazing when you find something to employ it to, brother."

Emmet let out a happy laugh, bringing Timothy op closer to his face.

"I am Emmet. It is verrrrrry hard to concentrate sometimes." He shifted his attention to the tiny yellow arachnid. "We're you looking for an adventure? You boarded the right train!"

Ingo hummed in agreement, shifting some of the controls.

"I'm glad we chose the open-air route. If this little one is looking for scenery, this will show him most of Nimbasa."

Timothy's tiny heart leapt. He was going to see the city?! He sparked again, making Emmet jump with a laugh. He lifted him up to the brim of his conductor's cap.

"We will be arriving at the tunnel's mouth shortly. Please remain seated up there. I will go to the front so you can see better."

The older twin let out a soft amused sound, his face never changing even as his eyes gleamed.

"The things you will do for your pokemon."

Timothy felt Emmet's laugh even before he heard it.

"I am Emmet! I love joltik."

The subway boss walked through a set of doors, leading to the front of the train, the engine if he remembered right. There were all manner of electronic panels, devices, controls, all buzzing with electric life. A huge glass spanned the entire front, with two seats side-by-side facing the window. The glass was covered in metal currently, the controls being manned by a machoke. Ingo saluted the pokemon, stepping up behind him.

"You may leave your post now, we are well prepared for the remainder of the journey. We are ready to return to our stations."

The machoke gave Timothy a curious glance, but saluted back, giving the controls back to the twins. Ingo slid into the left seat, Emmet taking the right as they settled in. The older twin glanced over at the joltik, a flicker of a smile settling in the corners of his mouth.

"We have arrived just in time. The tunnel is about to end."

Emmet gave him a small pat, and Timothy caught the reflection of a soft smile in the glass.

"Are you ready for adventure? ALL ABOARD!"

The panels folded out of the way with a series of metallic clanks, letting in a surge of blinding bright sunlight. Timothy shielded his eyes for a moment, his heart beating fast in his abdomen as he allowed himself to adjust...

His eyes widened, his heart soaring as sparks fizzled off of him.

It...

It was AMAZING!

They were on a track in the sky, a monorail he absently remembered, and all around and beneath them...

Nimbasa city.

Buildings taller than he could have ever imagined, silver, and blue and all other colors gleamed in the sunlight. He could see people, tinier than him from up here, bustling about with more pokemon in all different sizes and shapes than he thought was possible. There were cars, and a few trees, and a gym, and other trains. So many colors and sights it was overwhelming.

This was better than he had ever dreamed.

He heard a synchronized pair of laughs, a finger patting his head as he found himself unable to look away from the AMAZINGNESS before him.

"Looks like we are not the only ones who love the Nimbasa subway."

Timothy skittered down Emmet's form, running up to press his forelegs and mandibles to the glass. He chittered excitedly, gesturing at the glass in an attempt to express how MUCH all of this was. Emmet smiled wider, placing a little train hat on his head.

"I am Emmet! Welcome to Nimbasa city."

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My heart!!!!

Ok. I loved this prompt SO SO MUCH. The cuteness overload I got from Timothy.... AAAAAAAAAH. Thank you so much (I shall call you Ansley)! This was so much fun to put together! I took a few liberties with how the Subway would work, adding in a headcanon that the brothers have a scenic line that helps tourists get a good look at the city. (And that subway trains are now also monorail trains but it's FIIIIIIne.)

Again, thank you SOSO much Ansley! This was a DELIGHT to do.

And if you are a reader, remember my asks are still open if you want one of your own! HERE is the post for that! Thank you all so much for reading and hope to see more of you!

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Lil bittersweet submas drabble

The first thing Ingo did was apologize. Apologize that the brother Emmet had had was no more, as dead to the world as the Pearl Clan were now. That he was not the same person Emmet had lost. Emmet smiled. “Neither am I.” Grief had shaped them both into other people, different than they once had been. Emmet’s smile widened. “In that way, we still match.” With a puff of laugh that strained closer to a sob, Ingo nodded and pressed his forehead harder into Emmet’s shoulder. Emmet joined him with a giggle that was quieter, but no less genuine.