༊·˚ Cloudcore Emmet Icons 💜 💜 :: Requested by @nobuedits

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obsessed with train conductor toad so i made edits of them

❥ | LEAR & EMMET

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icons i made for fun, i don't plan on using them but feel free to!! just PLEASE give me credit if u do use em

also transparent for pride flags in the undercut

Emmet (Twin Dragon AU) Fashion kit for ⚡️!!

Hat / Flame tie / Jacket / Tee shirt / Pin / Scaled gloves / Reshiram and Zekrom pins / White boots

oh you're an emmet kinnie? then how many joltiks do you have

It very odd !!!!

There my two personalities ajajqj

When you think about your sourcemates and you just

Hello! I am Emmet (Pokémon Black/White). I posted a call here before, but I would like to do so again, as I have remembered friends and would like to ask for them specifically! I am from the Twin Dragons AU, if that sounds familiar to anyone (even if it does not, you may still interact!).

I am looking for Ingo, Volo, Guzma, and Elesa mostly, but I would happily speak to anyone who desires to be contacted. Simply like or rb and I will come say hello. Thank you!

- ⚡️

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An aesthetic for an Emmet (Pokemon) with abandoned subway stations, railway tracks, yellow, neon, and a bittersweet feeling

Mod Rook

Hello, we are the Subway Masters of the Battle Subway. Currently, we are unsure if we are specifically one twin or the other and will refer to ourself as the collective ‘we’. (Memories seem to blur and we can’t tell who had what experiences.)

Anyone from the Unova region is welcome to interact! Neo Team Plasma and associates are on thin ice, but as long as you’re respectful we will get along fine. We are also trying to become more comfortable with doubles/sharing kin identities with other people, so if you are a double willing to interact, please feel free. Body is 22, we are both adults around late 20s/early 30s. Bl*nkshippers will be blocked on sight; shipping either Emmet or Ingo with others will feel strange to us because we are both on the ace/aro spectrum, but if that is your canon we will not be rude.

We have been playing around with the following ideas that seem familiar: autistic/neurodivergent and comfortable enough to express these publicly, being connected to Reshiram/Zekrom’s spirits and traits bleed over into us, Elesa being an older sister figure to us since childhood, Uncle Drayden, the Depot Agents from a semi-popular blog’s worldbuilding… More to come. As far as we’re concerned, PLA is not part of our canon and in-depth discussion of our separation (especially involving death separate from each other) causes us mild to severe distress depending on the day. If PLA is part of your canon that is fine! Discussion of PLA is welcomed in any other context.

Feel free to message @archer-system with any further questions. This should be all for tonight, thank you! -Submas.txt

🚞 — EMMET . . .

. . . for anon ・ READ OUR DNI .

Sneasels, particularly Hisuin Sneasels, and Sneaslers become Patron Saints of Safe Travels and Finding What is Lost.

When Lady Sneasler follows Ingo home, she joins him and Emmet working at Gear Station. Not as a fighter but as a Guardian, watching over the terminals and tunnels for lost passengers. Over time it becomes clear that the sight of her magenta plume is a beacon for lost souls. Children and baby Pokemon run to her and her kin with no fear, only relief, knowing she'll guide them home.

Why, she brought their beloved Subway Boss home! Nothing will stop her from ensuring her passengers get to their destination safely!

This only grows as Hisuin Sneasels become reintroduced into the wilds, growing into mighty Sneaslers, with strong moral compasses installed by the Masters that readied them for the world. Lost travelers are commonly carried to safety in the sturdy arms of a Sneasler, or failing that, will guide rescue groups to them.

Mountain ranges have never been safer!

As the years go by, their compassion becomes ingrained into common knowledge so that, even when it becomes forgotten why, everyone knows Sneaslers and their kits are the deliverers of Safety. Just seeing one in the horizon is a sign of good luck.

After all, Sneasels and Sneaslers are the Patron Saints of Safe Travels and Finding What is Lost.

But really?

They're the Patron Saints of Returning Home.

Reflections (of the Past)

>> Somewhere in Jubilife City, there’s a large monument celebrating the Hero of Hisui— it doesn’t depict their face, or any distinguishable features at all— but 5 days a week, a young person passes it on their commute. They pay little mind to it, a mundane part of their daily routine, until 200 years ago in ancient Hisui, when they reflect on their past in the future and they realize it was for them.

>> A set of identical twins in their high school days, idly flipping through a world history book when something catches both their eyes: a black and white photo of a group of people taking up the bottom half of a page. Their eyes scan the picture, and Emmet points out an older gentleman in the crowd, his hat tipped to reveal a balding head; “He looks like you, Ingo,” Emmet says, his voice teasing. “Like us,” his brother quickly corrects, adjusting the hat on his own head that he wears to cover the hairline that’s been slowly creeping backwards ever since he turned 16. They spare one more glance at the photo before turning the page.

>> Cyllene is a national hero— her sword is displayed proudly in a plexiglass container in Jubilife City Hall beneath a regal portrait. She is a celebrated figure, her name spoken with respect all throughout the region.

Somewhere in Sinnoh a boy grows up— the youngest member of a most prestigious bloodline. He has her face; her aloof, stoic demeanor; lacks her physical strength but has all of her ambition. It’s never enough. His parents are wealthy enough to buy him everything he could want but give nothing he needs. “Why can’t you be more like your cousins?” “Why aren’t you top of your class?” He can’t connect with his peers. He can’t even connect with most Pokemon. One night, a Zubat flies into his room through an open window. He guides the small, blind creature back out; eventually over the course of weeks it becomes routine. “I’ll show them someday,” Cyrus whispers to the Pokemon, now clinging to the ceiling above his bed, “I’ll create something perfect.”

>> The name Laventon synonymous with scientific achievement— he is held up as one of the first great minds in the study of Pokemon. His work viewed as the foundation upon which most of the knowledge of Pokemon biology is built even to this day. Scholars of all ages, from the youngest elementary school children to graduate students study his work on the first ever Pokedex. Dozens of universities all over the world have buildings bearing his name where researchers continue his life’s work— his legacy.

In the town of Postwick in the Galar Region, an 8-year old, purple haired future Champion beams with pride when his class opens their science textbooks to chapter 2 and a photo of his ancestor is among one of the first things they see.

>> Champion Cynthia wanders the stacks of Canalave Library— it’s late, and she is restless. Normally it wouldn’t be open to visitors at this hour, “But for you, Champion, I’ll make an exception,” the librarian had said, sensing the urgency in her voice, before asking her to lock up when she finished and wishing her a good night. The ancient floors creak below her feet as she walks across them— it was her own kin who had put them down, building this library in an attempt at penance for his ultimate betrayal— to educate future generations so that perhaps they would not make his same mistake.

Finally, the Champion approaches a nondescript door at the back of the building; and as she turns the key, Cynthia is greeted by a dark, long-disused office. A large, wooden desk sits at the center of it, sprinkled in a light coating of dust. She scans the bookshelves lining the room for a moment before she finds what she’s looking for— gathering the old, handbound tome in her arms; and as she sets On Giratina And The Distortion World down on the desk, her grey eyes are reflected back at her by an old picture of her ancestor, grinning mirthfully with his Togepi.

A/N: Whaddup, I normally don’t write anything to share but I had some Thoughts™️… and my dear @shmothman convinced me to post them here.

Speaking of! The Volo + Cynthia part of this fic takes place in the same canon as their masterpiece Judgement | Forgiveness where after battling him, Volo gets sent to eeby deeby the Distortion World and earns redemption for himself, in case anyone was confused!! If reader-insert fic is your jam I definitely recommend checking it out!!

UPDATE: Now cross-posted to AO3!

Hello, I am an Emmet fictive from Pokemon! I like battles and trains! May I please have a classpect assigned to me?

I assign you the Rogue of Time!

Edit Credit!

So about a year or two ago, I started kinning Subway Boss Emmet from Pokemon and that shit got strong. Seriously, there was one day where there was just a constant repetitive pang in my heart because I missed my brother so much and it could only be soothed by reunion fanfics. I went nearly half a year as Emmet without an Ingo to pair with me and oh my Dragons I feel so bad for canon me. However long he had to wait for his Ingo to return, IF HE EVER DID AT ALL??(Gamefreak please answer us the Submas fandom is SUFFERING)

Anyway eventually the kinning got so strong that I made a roleplay bot on Discord and asked around the Pokeblr server I was in if anyone would like to create an Ingo to pair with it! And that's how I met my Ingo :> We made roleplay blogs here on Tumblr a month or two after that so we could kin without properly being perceived! Social anxiety is a bitch! The pair of twins is whole again and i feel kinda bad because i don't think he'd ever kinned anyone before he met me and he ended up kinning ingo even harder than i kin emmet anyway we're still Ingo and Emmet, twin Subway Bosses of Gear Station, and he named one of his cats Lady Sneasler after his Noble <3

The roleplay blogs have diverged so far from who we are btw. And the twins are so intwined with who we are that we actually have to specify "c!Ingo" or "c!Emmet" whenever we talk about the blog versions of us

It's been almost a year and a half and we are only getting weirder ^v^

what a beautiful story thanks for sharing mr pokemon