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Another little warden Ingo drawing!! Actually did the sketch for this one a few months ago but never got around to finishing it before now :]c

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Battling Memory

Art by 9ik13sart

TW: loss of reality (memory episode), minor struggle/injury

Authors note: Italics indicate speaking in English (Unovan), normal text would be Japanese (Hisuian)

Ingo trudged along staring at the ground, tired of walking but didn’t wish to complain. He had fallen a tad behind Feivel, who kept checking in on him and slowing down for the man.

He was well enough to start leaving Pearl clan territory. Feivel had already gone and asked around Jubilife about Ingo, but having him visit would probably help jog his memory. He fiddled with the candy wrapper he had in his pocket and looked up from his spot behind the man who saved him. They were near some water and Fujie started getting huffy seeing the Pokémon staring from the riverbank. Ingo looked to the direction the Wyrdeer was getting upset and froze. His eyes went wide at the sight of a Floatzel. Slowly the world around him narrowed and the grass before him became flat solid ground and darkened, shifting the reality around him. Everything moved and blurred around him but At the end of this tunnel was someone wearing green and a Floatzel standing there. The shadows around him moved like a rapid river, sweeping and swirling colors as if oil spilled. Who was that at the end of the tunnel? They were blurry. He couldn’t tell if they were facing him or facing away, but they were familiar. They had answers. He needed answers. He pushed pass the blobs around him finding little resistance from the things… they seemed humanoid but he was so fixed on the green behind the Floatzel…. “Wait- you- you- who?” He stumbled trying to push past people. As he started getting closer the image got clearer, the Pokémon looking ready for battle. The swirls around him faded to a small boxy space of silver. It felt still yet swayed, something familiar stood in front of him. Then he was grabbed, and pulled away. “No- no nononono- wait I need-“ he struggled against the dark tendrils around him, clawing to get the things off of him. “Battle- we- have to remain on schedule-“ the air was being squeezed from his gut. He couldn’t pry the hands off and started to flail as the familiar floor started growing grass, the shape in front going from familiar to wyrdeer shaped. The person in green was fading too. “NO NO- NOOOOO!” The image faded and he let out a loud scream as reality tore itself apart in front of his eyes and the vision faded til it was only Fujie fighting an agitated Floatzel. He felt like he just experienced someone’s death with the loss he suddenly felt. The world began to spin and he went limp as nausea caught up to him and passed out.

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Feivel watched Fujie get angry at the Pokémon in the distance and put a hand on her to calm her down. After all, it wasn’t bothering them and she often got too defensive of him. “It’s ok see, Fu- Ingo?”

Ingo’s eyes looked glassed over as he started walking towards the Floatzel. “Wait Ingo, I’ve said many Pokémon are territorial- Ingo?” He quickly realized Ingo was not listening as he heard him speak in a different language. He jogged to catch up as Ingo started making his way closer to the creature that started getting mad. “Ingo! Ingo- Ingo stay with me-“ he was walking beside him and moved him out of the way when he tried to stand in his way. Fujie got right to work drawing the attention of the Floatzel ready to fight.

Feivel panicked. Ingo’s head injury had mostly healed to a point he didn’t need a bandage anymore but was this from the injury? He’d had a few hallucinations before… that’s probably what was happening now. He hated to do this but the Pokémon got ready to fight and he was far too close so he pulled at Ingo and wrapped his arms around him. Ingo started scratching at his arms around his waist as he lifted him and started pulling him back. It hurt, but it didn’t cut him as Ingo had short nails as he’d not been able to stop biting them when he was stuck in his tent. It was a hard habit to break him out of. He hoped getting him out and about would give his hands something else to do…. But still it wasn’t a pleasant feeling, one of them was rather itchy feeling as it attempted to claw his arms away. He was powerless to get into Ingo’s head to know what was going on. “Shhhhhhhhh. It’s ok Ingo. It’s ok my friend I’m here… I’m here-” he repeated over and over as Ingo began to flail. He kicked and hit his legs several times which hurt. With one final cry Ingo reached out to the two Pokémon who now were engaged in a fight. Fujie wasted no time trying to bash and stomp the beast into dust. The were far enough away and Ingo seemed to be losing his strength before passing out in his arms. “Ingo?” He asked softly shifting to hold him better now that he was no longer carrying his own weight. He sunk down to the ground and sat there with him as the Pokémon battled each other, Fujie seemed to be getting distance between the men and the angry Pokemon.

Ingo was securely being held in Feivels arms. The Pearl clan healer gently took off Ingo’s hat and placed it on the man’s chest, hoping it wasn’t constricting anything and the extra air would help cool him down. The adrenaline had made him warm and a tad flushed. He gently put his cool hand on Ingo’s cheek and rubbed his thumb on it hoping it would help him wake up a bit faster. This was definitely the first time he fainted after having an episode… had the stress of being pulled from it caused so much distress that he fainted? Was he going to be ok? He’d have to talk to Calaba about it, for now all he could do was sit with Ingo, his legs sore. He knew they would be bruised but it didn’t matter. Ingo was safe. He brushed a hand through Ingo’s hair and along the scar that was there. He was always worried the hat would cause the wound to be irritated… if it got irritated would that be a cause for a hallucination? He couldn’t stop Ingo from wearing it since he was very defensive of his clothing. He’d offered some change of clothes but he refused, hoping they would help him remember something. Moving the hair away showed it wasn’t any more red than the rest of him, so it was thankfully not too irritated.

He kept petting Ingo’s head as he held him close. “I’m sorry my friend. I didn’t mean to cause this…. I’m sorry….” A tear dripped from his cheek onto Ingo’s. “I’m so sorry…”

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Early Ingo in Hisui

A Simple Embrace

He didn’t mind the healer he was staying with. He seemed rather nice, a few other people were currently getting treatment so he had stepped out of the tent for the fresh air that supposedly would help him. A child got hurt while playing, it wasn’t anything serious, but it was a thin scrape on their back from hitting a rock too hard. The child that was playing with him was in there. He let out a deep sigh as the tent opened up and the one child led the hurt one out and crouched down offering a piggyback ride. He watched as the child wrapped their arms around the other and got lifted off the ground, burying their face. They had been crying and something about the scene singled in on an emotion he couldn’t recall. A nostalgic feeling. He could almost feel the arms around his neck and the weight on his back looking at the two. His heart raced as the snow around him blurred into a forest, trees sprouting around and dotting the landscape. He could feel the squeeze and a crying faced being rubbed on his back. “It will be ok….” He whispered as the trees started faded again and the feeling of being held disappeared. He blinked a few times, the kids that had just been in his vision were nowhere to be found. He got up and looked behind him at Fujie who was resting in her little shelter keeping him company. She looked at him expressionlessly before putting her head down again. He’d been resting up against her… was that the weight he felt? He looked at his hands, they felt so empty. The feelings lingered and he felt a bit confused. He didn’t quite know what just happened to him. He sighed and went to see if he could see the kids walking back past the tent but they were long gone, that short moment of memory had lasted longer than he realized. He couldn’t even tell it was a memory, it felt haunting and left him feeling a bit drained and sick. He swallowed hard and opened the tent up again and entered.

Feivel had come to check on Ingo once, but he seemed lost in his own little world. It had only been about fifteen minutes. He was just finishing cleaning up after the boys left and had some medicine he needed to make more of. He looked over to Ingo who had just come inside. He looked very tired. He wasn’t perfect at reading the man, as he always had a frown plastered on his face, but he did seem like he needed to rest. It was understandable he would be sad not having his memory, not to mention that it was hard to sleep with a head wound… he claimed it wasn’t so painful anymore but he kept giving him medicine just in case.

“Feivel….” He said quietly as he stood in the doorway.

Feivel looked back at his medicine he was working on trying to finish up an important measurement. “Yes Ingo?”

Ingo couldn’t get the feeling out of his bones. He wanted to know what those arms really felt like around him. It felt ridiculous to ask of the man…. But… Feivel had given him his time and his home. He’d healed him and saved him from death. He’s taken care of him…. So he guessed he trusted him enough to ask this without being judged. Even if he didn’t want to, he didn't think Feivel would laugh at his request. “Can… can you hold me?” He said looking up from the floor to the healer.

Feivel stopped dead in his tracks and set his things down and looked to Ingo. He’d never had a request like that before. Sure he’s held a patient's hands or on occasion given a hug but… this seemed more than a simple request of a hug.

Ingo heard the silence and panicked a bit “You don’t have to or anything-I know it’s silly I just…” he stopped as he watched Feivel turn away from him to get a blanket, he wrapped it over his shoulders like a cape and went to sit next to the warm hearth after nudging two seat pillows together. He sat down on the pillow and opened his arms up, blanket being clutched in either of his hands.

Feivel could tell Ingo was cold, so hopefully the blanket would help. “Come, I will hold you, it’s not silly if you need it.” He offered to try and make Ingo feel better about it since he seemed upset.

Ingo felt his chest tighten as he took off his shoes and entered. He looked at Feivel and awkwardly sat down next to him. Feive put the blanketed arm around Ingo and guided him into a comfortable position, he’d never really had to do this either but Ingo seemed to melt into the embrace. He fiddled with the blanket so Ingo was covered and warm before holding onto him.

Ingo felt safe… secure. It wasn’t quite the right feeling but it certainly felt needed. He didn’t know why he started crying but tears started falling from his cheek. He buried his face in Feivel’s chest and sniffled, gently clinging to him. “I’m sorry-“

Feivel pulled Ingo closer and shook his head. “There is nothing to be sorry about Ingo. I am a Healer of the Pearl clan…. I do not know how to heal the mind… but if this is helpful to you, then we shall stay like this as long as you need to. You need not feel silly or ashamed for asking for something you find helpful. Even if it is not helpful in the end you are allowed to try. Is this helping?” Feivel speaks to Ingo slowly and quietly. He can no longer see Ingo’s eyes as the hat covered them now, but he was worried as it shifted from resting against his chest. He was mostly concerned it would do something to the bandage and cause discomfort. Feivel placed a hand on his head which prompted Ingo to try and wiggle free to take it off. Feivel didn’t quite know what was happening and loosened his hold to make it easier but Ingo didn’t want to part. He did take it off and sniffled, holding the hat firmly and pressing his hand against Feivel’s chest. Ingo had started to feel like he didn’t wish to speak but Feivel had loosened his hold. “Helpful… it’s helpful.” He whispered before hiding away again in the man’s arms hoping the hold would come back.

Feivel felt a bit warm and strange holding onto Ingo like this. If he wanted to be held, was he simply sad? Was he seeking comfort? Or was this from one of his episodes he’d have where he zoned out? Perhaps there was someone he remembered? He didn’t think now was the time to ask and let it be. It was nice holding another person. He didn’t realize how touch starved he was. He was so busy going to find herbs or get supplies for the clan in between healing people he hardly interacted so closely with anyone. “I’m glad it’s of some help to you. We can stay like this until you’re feeling better.” He said holding onto him once more, cuddling him close. Feivel sat there for a long time with Ingo, at one point he lowered his head to rest on top of his, being mindful of the bandages. He closed his eyes and gently rubbed Ingo's shoulder with his thumb and watched as the fire slowly died and needed more fuel.

Ingo seemed to have fallen asleep like that, which was good to know. He’d been having such trouble he was starting to offer teas that were good for sleep. It didn’t seem to help… but this did. Much must have been plaguing Ingo’s mind for him to lose sleep… but this was just the healing Ingo needed to feel a little bit like he was back home, in the arms of a brother he couldn’t remember.

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Ingo and Emmet soot/dust sprites what allergies will they commit.

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Drilbur love real live on air

subway boss ingo on his way to work - I sure hope nothing bad happens to him! happy 2nd anniversary PLA !! 🎉🎉

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Another case of "I forgot to take good pics of this plushie before I mailed it off", ironically not the only forgotten thing here. I wonder if they'll ever let us know if Warden Ingo gets to go home or not.

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I don’t know how to format on tumblr but uh-

Hi I’m dumping my Drabble from Elesa fall au

For some context of This AU:

Ingo fell to Hisui , has been gon a good two years. Then elesa fell when it was trying to get Emmet, leading Emmet down a rabbit hole to try and find them both knowing now what actually happened to his brother (he assumes after Elesa got taken that way) Elesa has memories, ends up in Diamond clan. Meets Ingo by chance and he can’t remember her but thinks she’s his lover (this is Elesa x Ingo and he never actually confessed before he fell) they both rekindle that love and try and find a way back to Emmet. Unfortunately they had a little too much rekindling and now have a baby on the way so all attempts to figure out how to go back stopped (especially after Ingo got desperate and hurt himself in his desperation).

This Drabble is from my OCs perspective. Feivel is who nursed Ingo back to health and was his friend through thick and thin. He was the only one told they they are from the future. He is Calabas apprentice of sorts but mostly travels to keep supplies flowing into Pearl clan.

>>>>>>>>>>>The Unseen Stars<<<<<<<<<<

It was raining in the Feildlands, the sky was covered in a soft blanket of grey. It was a light shower but it had gone on for several hours. There was plenty of mud on his boots as the ground beneath him tried to suction him there, damp with mud from a constant traveled path. The warm air despite the rain spelled for storms, the quiet rumble of a distant anger echoed across the land, faded to a soft hush by the time it reached Jubilife village. Feivel had made it to the village safe and sound, he’d gotten rather wet, the moisture was starting to soak in deeper to the under layers of his Pearl clan attire.

The River that flowed through the village was rising and active as he passed the bridge to the houses. In years past he would find his way to the other side, welcomed by uncaring eyes or not at all. He stopped at the door and paused to pet the wet fur of his companion. “Go find someplace dry.” He whispered to the Wyrdeer. The beast let out soft huffs as her dark eyes gazed at him before turning to leave, she was a welcome help in guarding the town, the little walls that had a roof made for perfect cover for a storm. The moisture mostly slid off her fur anyways, so Feivel wasn’t too concerned about her out in the rain.

With his final goodbyes he slid open the door to the house. It was quiet, he’d missed dinner it would seem. Time was hard to tell when there was no sun or stars for guidance. The only indication of time he has was the dying embers of the hearth in the dim room. He sighed softly as he slid the door closed behind him. He took his shoes off and set his things down, dusting off some rain that was still on his garbs to let it drip away in the area before the house began.

After a moment he stepped up into the house, the soft sound of socks on wood and creaking floorboards filled the air accompanied by the pitter patter of rain on the roof. He walked past the kitchen into the bedroom, tired silver eyes met his. Ingo was holding tightly to Elesa, who was fast asleep in his arms, woken by the sound of Feivel entering. He’d become much lighter of a sleeper recently with Elesa expecting their child at any time. There was a pause of quiet acknowledgment before Ingo closed his eyes again and nuzzled his face back into Elesa’s hair. Now that Ingo knew he’d arrived he went from their room to go start the fire back up, gently giving it a log to last a short time before he too fell asleep. As quietly as he could he got the wood burning, striping off his outer layers and setting them out to dry. He sniffled softly as he sat down cross legged and watched the small flame dance, the distant thunder creeping closer.

In the morning he’d make them breakfast, check on Fujie, and buy them some more firewood… after that just process the herbs he’d gathered on the way. A simple day for a simple man. Feivel smiled a bit, he’d walked into a dark house many times before, built fires and cooked food for an uncaring man who supposedly was his father…. It had felt empty. It was nights where the darkness would consume him regardless of how bright he made the hearths fire. The brightness was never the light he needed, but a rage that burned and lashed out trying to consume, just as the darkness was. The room in his fathers house was the predator and he was the poor prey caught in the jaws of mediocrity. Lifeless. A home with no soul and only judgements. He can hear his father say in the back of his mind not to get the floor wet. The task of course was impossible, little drops had followed him through the house…. Not a peep from Ingo. He’d not said a word but with the look in his eye, the bother to check, he knew if something was wrong Ingo would have gotten up. He was acknowledged. No words needed to be spoken between the two men after all. They had held each others lives in their hands. On the mountain in the Icelands so many years ago, in youths haze of memories, he knew his father didn’t run to look for him in the snows that fell in the avalanche. He wondered if that was the weight he felt in the air when he’d gone to stay at his fathers house, the weight of the snow.

A dash of light caught Feivels attention looking at the door, a rumble soon followed. The house he was in now carried no weight. There was no darkness, angry fires or invisible snow. Just the soft bubble of anticipation. The room wasn’t dark, and the fires were gentle, Soon there would be a new life and a cry filling the air of the house. A family would say it’s first hellos to a baby. Ingo and Elesa had come a long way, and as a healer he wanted to be there for them. He shifted to lay down on the floor next to the hearth watching the fire dance and eat the log for nourishment. Waving little hellos and getting excited to find more parts to cling onto.

This house, was undeniably, a home. Full of life. Full of love. As he closed his eyes he could see Elesas smile and ingos bright eyes as he greeted them in the morning, like he’d done since they first welcomed him to stay in their house after it was built. The house was so welcoming and warm…. But he knew it wasn’t home for them. They had fallen through space and time to get here. What did their home feel like, he wondered. Did it feel like he felt with them? He knew they searched as best they could, rushing into danger trying to find a way back home…. It wasn’t till Elesa fell with child that they stopped and settled into building some life here. They Grounded themselves to a home in Jubilife. If they found a way back, would the house feel so warm? The thought left him feeling empty. Would he return to that darkness he knew all too well? He’d never thought much about his future up until recently. He wanted to know the warmth they longed for…. He wanted to know and follow them to whatever embrace it was that was on the other side. He wanted to step into the other side from a time far in the future, even if he was to turn to dust the moment he did. He could scatter himself in the winds of the world they called home and settle peacefully in the lands that gave life to Ingo and Elesa. He’d be happy just to nourish the flowers on the hill for one spring in their time.

The fire shifted and fell, the ash dotting out parts of the fire that once were stronger. He felt a bit cold as he drifted to sleep on the floor, wishing on stars he couldn’t see that there would always be warmth for Ingo, Elesa and the child they were to have.

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This is exactly my cosplay inspiration yes the burns

Warden Ingo full of life as always with a bit of a 19th century Japanese art and fashion style

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I flew in to help for awhile. This was my beloved Aunt who helped me understand some things about myself and my life I wouldn’t be where I am today without those car rides and conversations off to the side. She was such a beautiful woman and I miss her dearly.

Hi guys, a lot of you might have seen my earlier post explaining my absence, but for anyone who missed it, my mother recently and very suddenly passed away of a hemorrhagic stroke. She was a huge role model to me and I'm extremely fortunate and grateful for the beacon of light and strength she's been for me. Unfortunately, she was the sole breadwinner in our family, and our cruel mistress of capitalism doesn't care about the grieving process.

My cousin was extremely gracious and set up a Gofundme memorial fund. Any contributions will help my family stay afloat while we figure out how to go forward from here, but even if you can't contribute, a reblog will help immensely. Thanks for your understanding and compassion. 💖

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BOING BOING BOING BOING

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so uH,,,,, SORRY ABOUT THE RADIO SILENCE. Life decided to bitch slap me. hopefully I will be more active in the coming months. For now, have a merch mock up! if all goes as planned it'll be a double sided rainbow acrylic with all the grey areas being transparent. this is very messy but i'll get to cleaning it up soon!

Would anybody want this if I made it a thing? If i did I could maybe make it and rerun my old candy charms (said candy charms under the readmore below!)

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The feral urge to make a proper knife burns ingo wig is real at 6:36 am on lack of sleep. Why am I motivated when I. Sleep deprived and cannot move in bed ?

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Im thinking of posting au content but I am cringe

Also I’m bad at proofreading and typing so there might be errors and stuff

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Birbos baf time

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Birbmas birb bath request for @drifmas.

I love these little birbos (*/□＼*)♡.

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BE SAFE AROUND TRAINS

Who wants to stand on the edge of the train station platform, drive around the boom gates at a level crossing, and run across the tracks between the platforms with me?

(It may not rhyme, but they’re quite possibly! ✨)

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While I am attempting to get my shit together, have one of the few other drawings i've actually colored but done no shading on. this was an Emmet i did back in February for valentines day. there WAS going to be an Ingo but uh...i got real busy,,,, so for now, enjoy this as i continue to slowly post the pics i have in my backlog.

bonus of Ingo being a menace under the cut: