#and Yes emmet’s saying ‘look!!’ in sign

[critterbitter]

THEY ARE ELECTRIC STARTER BUDDIES NOW.

Emmet and tynamo become partners! With a buddy in his pocket (literally), Emmy’s becoming bolder by the day.

Plus a bonus Ingo. (He has not found a starter yet. Here's his feelings on that.)

For more, check out the submas masterpost!

[cecilioque]

The Submas Designs are a lot more clever than you thought.

First lets look at the Submas overall design.  We know that the original design was intended to make the Subway Bosses look like clowns and kind of creepy (that backfired); hence the comically large shoes and exaggerated expressions. Let’s start to break down each part of the design. 

To begin, The Submas extreme expressions are a possible reference to the symbol of theatre; the mask of Tragedy and the Mask of Comedy.  The mask of tragedy is commonly portrayed frowning ( not necessarily cry) on a black base mask while the mask of Comedy is portrayed smiling on a white base masks. Sometimes these masks are gold or split black and white color.  The masks together represent the two extremes of the human psyche. Definitely the contrast we see between Emmet's smile and Ingo’s frown.

Next up, the coats.  These are obviously designed to look like train tracks.  The vertical grey lines representing the rails, the red brown the tie (the wood connecting the rails), and the buttons are the spikes that secure the track.  You can see the pattern best on the back of the Submas coat.  Looking at it you could laugh and say “I guess that makes the Subway boss themselves the train”, and you know what? You’re right.

This brings us to the most interesting part of their design, the color and pose.  Yes, there is an explanation to the silly pose too.  It’s so silly that we can just brush this whole design off as being another funny Pokemon character design; but unfortunately it’s actually thought out.  

The Submas themselves are the New York Subway. Or at least they are the personified version of it.  Let’s look at the colors again.  Black and White.  Very fitting for a game literally called Pokemon Black and White.  That alone brings us to some interesting comparisons with the game themes and pokemon.

Kudari or (Emmet in the English version) wears all white. He values routine and rules and is ultimately pretty point blank.  We can easily make that conclusion that  Emmet represents Reshiram and truth. If we break down his name we see that in Japanese it means something along the lines of “down train” or moving away/going down hill.  The different translations usually mean the same, except the name “Emmet” is a bit out of place.  A lot of people say the Submas names in English are most likely to be puns of “Ingoing and Emitting”.  But my crazy self did more digging and found that Emmet means “truth” specifically universal truth.  This name goes back to old German, Irish, and even Hebrew. All looping back to Reshiram and themes of the game. (On a funny side note, Emmet is also the Cornish word for ant; so Emmet having a Durant is really funny. ) 

Next up is Nobori or Ingo who wears a black coat and appears frowning. Despite that , his is very encouraging and excited about moving forward. This makes sense since the name Nobori in Japanese more or less means to move up/forward ( specifically up a mountain).  That’s why a lot of people believe that the poor man was eebie deebied for the pun because Warden Ingo works on Mt. Coronet. In English, Ingo is thought to be a shortened version of “Ingoing” which also aligns with not only the Japanese name but the character’s reoccurring theme of progress, moving forward, and ideals. In this sense Ingo very much represents Zekrom and ideals. 

Truth and ideals, Reshiram and Zekrom, Tragedy and comedy, white and Black.  All very good interpretations and symbolism for two funny train men. I would be satisfied with just knowing that, but no; the Submas are also a funny gijinka of the New York Subway.  This is the part the has me laughing at how simple it is and yet we just easily accepted that they were just a bit strange.

Take a look at this. This is a Zebra Board.  

Yep, it’s black and white. And do you know what? This MTA sign only appears in the New York subway.  What does it do?  These are used by conductors to indicate safety and that the train has lined up in the station. Every time the subway comes into the station, the conductor has to physically point at this board/bar to indicate that it is safe for the doors to open. The action is called "point and call" or "point and acknowledge".  This practice is used in a few other train/subway stations (such as Japan), but the black and white board is New York specific. The pose of the submas suddenly makes a lot of sense.

Other Important notes observations.

The Submas face represents the front of the train.  So their eyes are the lights (hence Ingos glowing eyes in PLA), their side burns are cow catchers ( see graphic), and the Medalion on the hat is round like a train number plate.  Another interesting thing is that the Submas use airline Captain Pilot hats like Japanese train conductors use.  The only part of their outfit that confuses me is the arm bands.  This is more of a police uniform element and not a train conductor thing.

so to conclude, the Submas are basically a reference to in game themes, Reshiram/Zekrom, Trains, and literally the New York subway

I am not an expert. These are just my observations. I could be completely wrong.  Take and add what you would like to.  If you have more to add about the design, feel free to reblog that info. I would also like to see your interpretation.

[waywardstation]

we all had our laughs and memes and everthing regarding Ingo's hairline. But wanna see a new approach:

In your au it comes mostly due to all the stress (different time, much different task his memory loss affecting his mental health) mixed with some Sneasel poison.

So what I like to see is post reunion that he recovers a little of his old hair. The stress level are now much lower, the familiarity of having his loved ones around eases stress and on top Elesa as a friend has probably a lot of solutions ready to help out.

Obviously it will never be like before but he recovers so much that stupid comments stop. Also in solidarity Emmet makes sure to shave off some of his hairline to match his brothers to make him feel better (which in return has resulted in the goatee being shaved off or something. A sacrifice for a sacrifice) and they are matching again

Both have been affected by stress, look much more tired and exhausted. Same hairline and the same joy to be together again at last.

I know it goes much against the narrative and memes but as someone who lost much hair due to stress and managed to grow most of it back it would make me so happy to imagine something similar for Ingo as well. The solidarity of Emmet matching his hair is just a cute addition and something to encourage Ingo a bit more.

YES YES characters making it through all the stress and the ache and finally relaxing and regaining themselves!!!!

In my AU of sorts that comprise all my fics, don’t remember if I’ve ever stated it but it’s like half stress and half genetics, I suppose. Ingo would otherwise say he’d always known it would probably happen someday, but no he wouldn’t cause of amnesia whoops. But to a degree it’s just like that and he’s ok with it either way.

But over time he does recover a little of it. I’d like to think after being back for a while Ingo doesn’t even notice any changes at first. In my own fics at least, Ingo wouldn’t care or think much about it. Partly because I think Emmet would be much the same way; all the stress of trying to figure out what happened to Ingo, and his own genetics got to him too. They still match!! (Except for the goatee. Emmet has a soul patch. They both hate their counterparts and agree to shave for the other’s sake lol.)

But I like to think there are physical signs of recovery and less stress for both Ingo and Emmet upon making it back to each other, and this could be one of them!!

I like it a lot anon, thanks for sharing your thoughts with me!!

[stellarcoachman]

Novembmas day 14: Working Late / Surprise Gift

Emmet stares at the paperwork on the desk before him. The words seem to be refusing to focus despite his best efforts. He sighs and leans back, rubbing his eyes. He really needs to rest, but he can’t until all of this is finished. This is what he gets for taking so much time off.

He would do it again in a heartbeat, but the consequences are terrible regardless. He sighs again and opens his eyes, focusing back on the papers in front of him with a little more success this time. At least, he manages to actually read what’s written there, even if his exhausted brain takes way too long to process it.

He adds his required contribution, then signs his name at the bottom and moves on to the next thing. Six weeks of backlogged paperwork is far too much. He hasn’t even been able to battle anyone yet.

A knock at the door startles him and he leaves a long streak on the paper with his pen when he jumps. He stares at it for a moment before he shakes his head and calls out, “come in.”

The door opens not to one of the Depot Agents like he expects, but to Ingo. Emmet smiles brightly, if tiredly, at his brother. Ingo smiles back in his own way. “Good evening.” He holds up a plastic bag as he shuts the door behind him. “I thought you might like some dinner.”

Emmet smiles a little wider. “Thank you.” He shuffles his paperwork aside so his brother can set the bag down on the desk. “Did you go to get this yourself?”

Ingo gives a small, huffing laugh. “Yes, I can manage to procure dinner on my own. I’m not completely helpless.”

“Even though there are self-driving wagons and magic lights out there?”

“Hush, you, or I’ll take the food back.” Despite the threat, he pulls a styrofoam container out of the bag and sets it in front of Emmet. “How is work going?”

“It is verrry exhausting,” he answers honestly. He takes the plastic fork out of the bag and hands Ingo the disposable chopsticks. “It will get better, there is just a lot to catch up on.”

“Why don’t you take a break, then?”

He sighs. “I just have to finish this first. I will be fine.”

“You can finish it tomorrow.”

Emmet laughs. “Who knew living in ancient Sinnoh would make you a bad influence.”

Ingo laughs as well. “Perhaps I simply learned the value of a good rest. It was hard to come by in the Highlands.”

Emmet remains silent for a few moments, simply enjoying his food. Eventually, he answers, “fine, you win.”

“So you’ll come home with me.”

“Yeah. I’m gonna finish this first, though.”

“That’s just fine.” Ingo looks just a little too smug at having won their standoff, but he doesn’t say anything about it. He really is right, after all.

[archersxartxblog]

finally getting chapter three up, Emmet 'Tells' Elesa about things he discovered in Sinnoh He talks Trains with his nephews and Chandelure 'meets' the boys.

Chapter three

Eleas paced back and forth in her kitchen as she dialed Emmet’s number once more. 

Glancing at the clock, she muttered another curse. If she was correct, then it was almost midnight in Sinnoh, and Emmet was supposed to call her when he got out of the hospital. Yet, there had been no word from him.

It took everything in her power to keep her head. Telling herself that everything was fine. That this was, in fact, a good sign because it meant that the visit was long, meaning that this was truly Ingo and that Emnet had lost track of time. 

And if this was the case she couldn't blame him. If she was in his place the hospital would need a crowbar to pry her off of him, and Emmet deserved to have all the time he could after being separated from his twin for so long.

But at the same time something itched at the back of her skull.

What if Emmet went missing too? Snatched up just like his brother.

What if this whole thing had been a ploy to lure the last subway boss out, so that whoever had taken Ingo could take Emmet as well?

The thought made her sound paranoid, and it honestly sounded a little silly.

 but she had already lost Ingo. 

She couldn't bear the thought of losing Emmet as well.

"Come on, come on, answer your phone already." She muttered as she listened to the ringing from the other end. "What's the point of having your phone on if you're not going to answer it?"

Then finally a click and a groggy voice came from the other end.

"Hello? I am Emmet,"

Relief washed over her and the model breathed a sigh of relief. Yet at the same time…

"Emmet! Where have you been?! I've been trying to get a hold of you for hours! Do you have any idea how worried I've been?" She could help but be annoyed at him for leaving her hanging.

"Elesa, yes, right, I was supposed to call you, sorry." She heard him mutter, he sounded tired so he must have been sleeping. She almost felt bad since she knew he hadn't been sleeping well, but…

"So?" She pressed, wanting to hear what Emmet had discovered

Only to receive a confused and tired "huh?" In return.

"So, is it really Ingo?" She continued, not meaning for her annoyance to slip through, but she wanted to know…needed to know.

Skyla already had their flight plan all set for tomorrow and what happened afterwards would depend on what Emmet’s answer was.

If it really was Ingo, then Eleas would be driving over to the twin's place and pack her brother a bag of fresh clothes, and then she, Skyla and Emmet would be staying in Sinnoh until the hospital said Ingo could go home.

If it wasn't… Well, she would be cleaning up her spare-room, then they would pick up Emmet at the airport and head back to Unova to morning the last hope they had for their brother to return home.

She listened closely as she heard Emmet take a shaky breath, her heart already beginning to drop as she felt like it was a bad sign.

"Yes! It is verrrry much Ingo!"

Eleas nearly dropped the phone from how much she was shaking, tears quickly framing in her eyes.

Ingo… after so long…

"Are-are you sure?" Just as the words left her mouth she quickly shook her head. "What am I saying? Of course you are!" Emmet would know his brother anywhere, so if he said this was Ingo then it was Ingo. He wouldn't joke about this, never this.

"H-how is he? Is he okay? Does he know what happened? Why is he in Sinnoh?!" Questions came pouring out of her mouth as she tried to wipe the tears out of her eyes, yet the smile would not leave her face.

"He seemed fine to me, though he was verrrry scruffy looking. But he had a bunch of machines connected to him, so I’m unsure. And I didn't ask about what happened, it slipped my mind."

"O-oh, okay" of course, Eleas didn't really expect Emmet to grill his twin answers after being apart for so long.

"Look, Emmet, I'm running over to your place in a bit to pack a bag for Ingo." Arceus, just saying that, made her start tearing up again. "Is there anything I should grab while I'm there? Do you need anything while I'm there?" 

"I am Emmet, and I don't think I need anything. But I think Ingo would like some comfy clothes. Like a T-shirt and sweatpants. Simple stuff. Maybe a sweater, it is cold here, verrrry cold…hm" She heard him suddenly trail off, humming to himself in thought before continuing. "Actually, Eleas, could you do me a favor?"

"Ah, sure…what is it?" She replied, Slightly taken aback by this sudden request.

"Could you contact Drayden for me? I would like to know if he had anything from when me and Ingo were little…verrrry little. like clothes and such "

"Um… okay," an odd request. "Can I ask why?"

"Maybe get him to call-no, me text me later."

"Emmet, sweetie, why would you need clothes from when you two were kids?" She tried again, feeling like she was missing something important.

Silence.

"Emmet…you still there?" She started to wonder if his phone had just died on him, that was until he started speaking again.

"Um…how should I put this…ah… you'reanauntnow bye!" Then the line went dead.

The dial tone beeped quietly in the dark, as Eleas stared down at her phone, the glowing screen telling her the call had ended. her mind working at a Sliggoo's pace to try and make sense of Emmet’s rapid fire speech.

The sound of soft footsteps echoed quietly in the dark as Skyla slowly padded down the hall, yawning as she looked into the Kitchen. "Hey, Eleas, did you get a hold of Emmet yet?"

Slowly, she turned her head, eyes wide as she looked over at her tired Girlfriend. Her mind still struggling to grasp the realization of what Emmet had just told her.

"Eleas?" Skyla asked, worry written across her face as she took a careful step towards her. "Are you okay? What happened? Was it not Ingo? It's okay, I'm sure he's out there somewhere. Look let's get you some hot coffee and then we'll go get Emmet-"

She couldn't keep it in any more. 

Throwing her arms around her girlfriend she screamed, not caring if she woke the neighbors up.

"WHAT DOES HE MEAN I'M AN AUNT NOW?!"

"WHAT?!"

—

Emmet was starting to wonder if Arceus itself was trying to keep his visits with his brother short.

Thanks to Eleas's call last night, he had overslept, making him verrrrry late. 

He still might have made it on time if there had not been a line at the café he stopped at to get a cup of coffee and a bagel, probably not the best idea when you're in a rush but the last thing Emmet wanted was a repeat of yesterday.

So by the time he made it to Snowpoint hospital, up to his brother’s room, they had only had time for a fifteen minute visit before Ingo was whisked off by the doctors.

At least this time he hadn't been asked to leave, and this time he wasn't alone. 

Ingo had not been too thrilled about leaving his kids behind, wanting to take them with him to whatever test that was being done. But the doctors and nurses managed to convince him that the boys would be better off left in the care of their uncle, rather than watching their father get an MRI.

With a reluctant sigh, Ingo told his boys to ‘be good’ and promised his brother that he would be ‘right back’, before finally following the doctor's out…

Leaving Emmet to stand awkwardly in the room with his two Nephews, whom he had only met yesterday.

And oh was the awkwardness palpable.

Emmet stood, rocking slightly back and forth on his heels, as he tried to figure out some way the silence between himself and the little passengers. He knew nothing about these kids other than they were his brother’s and they were verrrry young. So finding a subject that he could use to break the ice without his brother around was proving to be more of a challenge then he would have liked.

“Are you a Warden like daddy, Uncle Emmet?” The two year-old’s…no… Caleb's voice cut through Emmet’s thoughts. The young boy looked up at his uncle, holding his brother in his arms.

“Warden?” Emmet tilted his head, unsure what the young boy was talking about. “I am not sure what a Warden is.”

“Um…” The boy hummed, his little face scrunching up in thought. “a Warden takes care of a special pokemon” 

“I see…” was this what his brother had been up to all these years? “No, I am not a Warden. I am a Subway boss, one of two.”

“Subway Boss?”

“Yep, we conduct the Subways of Unova, and battle any trainers with a win strike of twenty or higher.” Emmet explained upon seeing the confusion on the boy's face. It was fine, most people from other regions were confused with the idea of involving the battle Subway. something about battling on a moving train seemed to baffle people for whatever reason. 

And since his poor brother currently didn't have the best memory at the moment, it was no wonder his children didn't know what a Subway boss was. But that was fine, Emmet was happy to explain.

“What's a Subway?”

Now that caught Emmet off, if only just a bit. 

Had Ingo forgotten Subways as well?

But this was fine. Most regions didn't have Subways. After all, it was rather easy to explain. “A Subway is a train that travels underground to its destination.” 

“What’s a Train?”

Now that Question had been like a Sucker Punch right to the gut.

“your-you're father never told you about trains?” Emmet questioned, looking down at his Nephews as Caleb shook his head. 

Ingo never told his sons about trains. The notion almost seemed ridiculous. Blasphemous almost. 

So did that mean…

Ingo had forgotten Trains as well?

Just how bad was his brother’s amnesia?

“Well then…” Emmet started, straightening his hat and standing up just a little straighter. “We'll just have to fix that, won't we. Come.”

Quickly, he ushered the boys towards the bed. Excitement pumping through his veins at the thought sharing all he knew about his favorite mode of transportation. He even scooped Fjord out of his brother’s arms and rested him on his lap, without even realizing it. 

As he waited for Calab to crawl up beside him, Emmet dug out his phone, opening his personal gallery and pulling up some of his favorites.

“This, my dear Nephews, is a train.” Emmet turned his phone sideways, so that the kids could have a better view of the image of the old Galarain steam-train. 

“Whoa!”

“A train is a series of connected vehicles that run along a railway track-”

—

“And this one is the magnet train, in Johto that runs between Goldenrod City and Saffron city in Kanto.” Emmet explained flipping to the image of the Johtoan train he had taken several years ago. “it can travel over 340 miles per hour”

“Wow, really? How can it go that fast?” 

“It uses a magnetic force to levitate along the rails, allowing it to move without any rolling resistance.” Emmet happily answered, flipping to a Poketube video that showed the train in motion, and turning the phone just enough so Caleb could get a better look. “It's like how a Magnezone levitates.”

He wasn't sure how long they had been at this, but at this rate he could hardly care. Emmet was having a blast. It had been so long since he'd been able to just info dump about trains to someone, to have them genuinely be interested and actually engage in the conversation. 

Sure, Caleb's questions were fairly basic, and Emmet was pretty sure a lot of the finer details flew right over his head. Yet he still seemed to hang onto Emmet’s every word with wide eyes and a want to know more. 

Even the boy's brother Fjord, as young as he was, seemed to show interest. While the baby had not been as vocal as his brother, (Emmet wasn't sure he could even string together words yet,) Fjord had a very tiny death grip on the arm. Like he was trying to keep Emmet from moving his arm too much as he stared at the screen, mesmerized by the pictures and videos in front of him.

If this was what being an uncle was like, then maybe it wouldn't be so bad. 

“Now this is an old Steam train.” Emmet flipped to a new photo, which he had taken the last time he had been in Anville town. “It is currently decommissioned, but they have it on display at the railyard.”

“Wow! It's so big! Is it like the other one you showed us? The one in Galar?” Caleb asked, leaning forward on his Uncle’s lap, trying to get a closer look.

“Close, the one in Galar is a newer locomotive, and mostly transport people. This one was used for freight when it was in use.” Emmet explained carefully and as simply as he could. “This picture does not really do it justice, but we can go see the real thing, once we are settled back in Unova.” 

Then a thought occurred.

Emmet looked over at Caleb, watching as the boy stared wide eyed at the screen. It still seemed strange to think that he'd never seen a train before. Even if there wasn't a railway system in their region,  surely they would have at least seen one in tv.

“Are there really no trains where you are from?” Emmet asked, titling his head slightly as he watched Caleb closely.

The boy shook his head looking away from the screen. “Nope, Hisui doesn't have anything like that” Caleb hummed “except maybe the angry steelix that lives down the mountain.” 

Ah! Perfect! 

Now he had a name for the region his brother had been taken to.

Hisui!

He’d honestly never heard of the region before. But that was what the internet was for.

“As much as I hate to say this, but we must switch tracks away from trains for a little bit.” Emmet announced, returning to the home screen on his phone. “I need to look something up.”

The second he looked back at his Nephews, he was met with sadden faces and Lilpup eyes that pulled on his heartstrings. 

“awe, can't we look at just one more?” Caleb asked, looking up at him with big sad eyes. Even the boy's brother, whom Caleb had pulled into his own lap,  looked up sadly at him once he realized the images on the phone weren't coming back. “Please, Uncle Emmet”

This was honestly not fair, he was being hit by a tag team using super effective moves, with no back up of his own.

How did Ingo mange this on his own.

Just one more train couldn't hurt…

A short one.

Emmet shook his head, no, he needed answers now, he was so Close to understanding what happened to his brother that he could taste it.

What he needed was a distraction of his own.

“We can look at trains later, but for now, would you like to meet some Pokémon?” The moment the words left his mouth, the assault stopped and the two boys looked at him with curiosity.

“You have pokemon, like dad?” Caleb almost sounded shocked by the concept.

Just what kind of place was Hisui?

“Of course, in fact, I have two on my person right now, though I normally have six.” Emmet answered, standing up and slowly reaching for his belt, taking the two pokeballs resting there, one of which shook ever so slightly. 

Technically, this was verrrry much against the rules, but so long as they weren't caught, it should be fine. Besides he couldn't back down now, not when his Nephews were staring at him so expectantly “I have known both of these pokemon for a verrrry long time, one of them is even my partner.” 

Emmet held out the two pokeballs, having every intention of releasing Eelektross first as he wanted to keep control of the situation even if he would be otherwise distracted. But the shaking of the other ball started to intensify until it burst open in his hand, and Chandelure appeared before him, twirling in the air as she shook off the glow of the pokeball.

She must have sensed her trainer nearby and broke out of her Pokeball, Emmet reasoned, she had been very anxious to see Ingo again after so long. 

“Chandelure!” Emmet called out, trying to catch the ghost's attention as she looked down at the two children below.

Just staring at them like she had never seen children before. 

Odd…

“Chandelure” He tried again. “These are my Nephews, Caleb and Fjord-”

Before Emmet could even get another word out, Chandelure let out an excited chime and suddenly charged towards the boys, bowling into them and knocking them both back onto the mattress.

“No,no,no,no” panic shot through the subway boss’s  veins as he quickly reached out to try and pull the ghost type away from the boys. That would be just luck, Ingo's partner pokemon mauling his kids while under his watch. 

Chandelure resisted the first couple of pulls, but finally she gave way, turning to look back at Emmet with an indignant stare. The boys on the other hand were…totally fine. their hair was a little messy from being squished against the bed, but otherwise they were completely fine. Fjord was even reaching up towards the Pokémon, as if trying get Chandelure to come back to him.

But still, that was a shock to the system that Emmet just did not need.

He'd never seen Chandelure act like that. She had always been good with passengers but never aggressively so. 

Perhaps it was the excitement of wanting to see Ingo again, and she could sense him on the two. Or, she somehow knew that these were his kids. Either way, safety checks must be maintained.

“Please be a little gentler, Chandelure,” Emmet warned, letting go of her arm. “Ingo would be quite displeased if something happened to his children while he was out.”

There were a few chimes in reply, that Emmet was positive was some form of sass, but she remained in place, so she was at least being compliant. 

With any luck, she would be able to handle the two herself.

“I am Emmet, and I need to look something up, right quick. Can you keep these two entertained for the time being?”

Chandelure bobbed in the air once, before once more charging towards the two again. 

Emmet stood for a moment, making sure he was hearing giggles, and not screams, before taking a seat and taking his phone back out.

“Now, time to see what I can find about this…Hisui.”

[hxzxrdous]

WAitt omggg how about a student working as an apprentice or smth at CIA and Lorraine is her mentor ???

Atomic Blonde

Platonic Lorraine Broughton x teen!reader

TW: A smol panic attack, :) maybe a warning that I was trying to be funny but failed?

Summary: Basically the plot of the whole movie except the reader unknowingly saves the day, yaay ‼

THE BUTTERFLY EFFECT

"Well, ladies, I hope you're ready for this," The MI6 superior, Eric Gray said, taking a deep breath as he began to brief Lorraine and you on the situation in Berlin and the death of Gasciogne.

"...We promised Spyglass immunity in exchange for a document on microfilm, code-named The List." Gray spoke, pointing behind him at the projected images.

"Hidden in a Swiss watch, no less." Head of MI6, James Faulkner added, shifting in the leather armchair.

"The list contains every active clandenstine officer, all their shady deals. It's an atomic bomb of information that could extend the Cold War for another 40 years. You two will fly over to Berlin and connect with our man, David Percival. Get the list, bring it here and trust no one."

Lorrained looked over at you and back at Gray. "What's the deal with the kid? She'll have to go with me?"

"Indeed she will. Y/N's fresh out of high school, she applied through the new undergraduate scholarship program we're offering. She's going to be your intern and you're going to be her mentor." Gray replied giving Lorraine a file.

"You should know that sending somebody so young and inexperienced into a job like this puts all our lives at risk, especially hers. She's not ready to be here and I won't have her anywhere near me, especially while I'm working." Lorraine spoke in her distinct British accent, her grip tightening around the file. "And I didn't sign up to be a babysitter."

Gray maintained his composure and replied, "She may not have extensive experience, but she received training from her father, Emmet Kurzfeld." He gestured for Lorraine to open the file, emphasizing the information contained within.

"Y/N Kurzfeld?" Lorraine mused and lifted her eyebrow as she glanced at the file. "Nepotism on a whole another level." She muttered. You gulped down nervously, your eyes fixed on the floor.

Lorraine sighed, pointing to you with her index finger. "You're going to watch me while I work. You are not going to get involved and you are not going to do anything without my explicit permission. Is that perfectly clear? I need to know you understand what I'm saying, Y/N."

"Yes, ma'am, I understand. I won't cause any troubles, I promise," you quickly replied, nodding your head.

"You're Elizabeth Lloyd, a Cambridge-educated lawyer sent by James Gasciogne's family." Gray handed Lorraine the forged ID and passport and then turned his attention towards you.

"You, Y/N, you will recieve your cover documentation tomorrow. You'll go to Berlin two days after agent Broughton, you'll communicate with eachother only if necessary. Your role will be to observe her activities from a distance."

"And keep an eye out for Satchel, a KBD double agent who has been MI6's problem for years." 'C' added, tapping the armrest in frustration. "An absolute pain in the ass."

Two days later; location: Berlin - airport

Arriving in Berlin in the evening, Lorraine picked you up from the airport. "Brown suits you, ma'am," you remarked, admiring her wig. "Thank you, Y/N. And feel free to call me Lorraine," she replied, raising an eyebrow. "Come along now, I'll arrange for a taxi to take us to the hotel," she added, taking hold of your suitcase. "Will I have my own room?" you asked as you got into the taxi. "Certainly. But don't get too excited; it's right next to mine. If you cause any trouble, I'll be the first to know," Lorraine responded, casting a stern look your way before adjusting her sunglasses.

Upon entering the hotel, Lorraine immediately parted ways with you in the lobby. You glanced around, taking in the surroundings, while she headed off. Your gaze fell to the vibrant green carpet, marred slightly by the presence of an eye-catching orange couch. "Um, I have a room reservation under Monika Weber." You showed the girl at the front desk the forged ID, offering an innocent smile. The receptionist handed you the room keys, her feet finding their way back up onto the desk. "Enjoy your stay," she replied, her attention drifting back to the Bravo magazine, or more accurately, the captivating image of Modern Talking gracing its cover.

Walking down the hallway and into your room, you closed the curtains and began unpacking your suitcase. Startled by a knock at the door, you called out, "Who's there?"

"It's me, Lorraine," came the reply from the hallway. "Oh, right," you responded, opening the door and finding yourself taken aback by the sight of Lorraine in an elegant black dress.

"Are you going out? Can I come with you?" you asked, hoping for a positive response. "No, pumpkin. The club I'm heading to is strictly for those above 18 years old," she explained, placing her room keys behind the red lava lamp on your table.

"Haha, so funny... I thought people can't drink while working." You replied sarcastically. "Besides... I'm not really into partying anyway. Maybe you could at least read me a bedtime story before you go?" you suggested, crossing your arms and adopting a sarcastic tone again.

"Isn't it past your bedtime?" Lorraine smirked before turning and leaving. Rolling your eyes, you moved the lava lamp when something caught your attention—Lorraine had forgotten her room keys. Observing her blonde hair disappearing swiftly out of the hotel, you contemplated for a moment before deciding to seize the opportunity. Quietly, you tiptoed towards her room, clutching the keys.

"I bet she has a rad wardrobe." You thought to yourself. With a sense of curiosity, you opened the closet, tempted to try on some of Lorraine's coats. The black ones, in particular were really bitchin', bad to the bone. You chose the first one that caught your eye, slipping it on and relishing the feel of the fabric against your skin. However, as you explored the coat's pockets, your hands accidentally came into contact with a wire-like object, causing it to snap. Panic coursed through you as you hurriedly returned the coat to its place, desperately hoping that Lorraine wouldn't discover the damage you had caused to her spying equipment. With a sense of guilt, you retraced your steps back to your room, carefully returning the keys to the spot where Lorraine had left them, before climbing into bed.

As you were beginning to drift off to sleep, several hours later, you heard the sound of Lorraine entering your hotel room and retrieving her keys. "Goodnight, Y/N," she whispered softly before leaving.

Next, morning; location: Your hotel room

You awoke early in the morning, still battling with jet lag and feeling a lingering sense of tiredness. As you opened your eyes, you were greeted by the sight of a brown-haired woman standing at the foot of your bed. "Jesus, Lorraine, barf me out." You sat up, rubbing your eyes.

"I apologize, dear. It's just force of habit," Lorraine responded, her voice carrying a hint of amusement. She placed some snacks and money on your bedside table. "I brought you some snacks from the lobby. If you get hungry or thirsty, just call for room service."

"Do you have brown eye contacts?" You squinted at her, tilting your head curiosly. "Yeah, I have to go see what I'm up against in the east, therefore the disguise." She explained with a smirk. "That's really not fair. Everything suits you," you remarked, a tinge of envy in your voice.

"Um... Lorraine- would you be angry if I like... accidentally... broke... the wire in your coat?" you finally mustered the courage to confess, averting your gaze and staring at the floor.

"The wire? What wire?" Lorraine inquired, raising an eyebrow. However, after a moment, she sighed. "Well, no, I'm not mad. Accidents happen. I'll be back in the evening. Stay here, watch some TV, or maybe go chat with that girl at the front desk. I think she's around your age," she suggested before leaving once again.

"Internship, bullshit. More like boringship. Scam. Bogus." You muttered under your breath. You walked into the lobby, sitting down beside the front desk girl who was listening to her walkman on the tacky orange couch.

"Want a gummi?" she offered, extending a red pack of Hitschler's bubble gum to you. With a shrug of your shoulders, you nodded and accepted. "My name's Klara," she introduced herself with a slight smile. "So, what brings you here all alone?" Klara inquired, her German accent coloring her words.

"My father's side of the family is German, but due to the Cold War, I haven't been able to see my grandparents for a long time. I decided to... you know... get to know Berlin before they come to pick me up next week," you explained. "Get to know Berlin," she echoed, blowing a bubble with her gum and popping it. "Berlin ist eine Stadt, verdammt dazu, ewig zu werden, niemals zu sein," she said cryptically. "Thank God we have music." Klara stood up, offering you her walkman. "Need Your Passion by Sweet Connection." She pointed at the walkman before you listened to the tape. You spent your whole day talking about music with Klara, while enjoying the snacks left behind by Lorraine, and watching MTV in the lobby.

Morning; location: Still your hotel room, hun

You woke up in the morning with a pounding headache. "Hey, Lorraine, I think I have a migr-" Your words trailed off as you took in the unexpected sight before you. Your hand flew to your mouth in surprise as you saw Lorraine in bed with a young woman. "Uh... I'm so sorry... I'm so sorry... Please... continue?" you stammered, your face flushing with embarrassment. You quickly closed the door, berating yourself for your poor choice of words, and retreated back to your room. Anticipating an uncomfortable conversation, you locked the door, hoping Lorraine wouldn't bother you.

"Y/N?" you heard her call after you. "I don't want to talk!" you replied from inside the room, your voice laced with frustration. "Y/N, please..." Lorraine's voice carried a mix of sternness and tenderness. "Is this some new spying technique or something?" you couldn't help but inject sarcasm into your words.

"I... Her name's Delphine Lasalle. She's a new French agent. We can trust her," Lorraine explained. "You know, I'm not bothered by her... I just feel embarrassed that I saw..." you began, your voice trailing off.

"It's fine. It's not your fault. I forgot to lock the doors and change the 'do not disturb' sign. It just happened so quickly... and... yeah," Lorraine interjected, understanding the mix of emotions swirling within you.

"Could you at least introduce me to your new 'source'?" you asked, deciding to open the door and unlock it. Lorraine smiled and nodded. "I'm meeting with your father later. If you want, you can come with me?" she offered.

"Good for you, but I'd rather stay here," you replied, choosing to remain in the room.

"That's alright. Tomorrow, I'll be busy again. I have to get Spyglass across the border. The Russians are after him because he memorized the whole list." Lorraine ruffled your hair before saying goodbye.

 

Next day; location: Hotel lobby

Amidst your daydreams, Klara's voice jolted you back to reality. "East Berlin peace leaders have organized a demonstration today at Alexanderplatz. Want to come with me?" she asked. "Sure," you nodded, grateful for the distraction. Klara noticed your pensive expression and inquired, "What's on your mind, Monika?"

You paused for a moment, contemplating your response. "I don't know... I guess I can't wait to see my grandparents again. I miss them so much," you hated lying, but that was your work. You can't trust anybody. Sensing your longing, Klara offered her support. "I'm just about to finish my shift. Let me distract you and help you get ready for the protest," she suggested, standing up from her desk.

Later, the same day; location: Alexanderplatz

"So many people-" you looked around the crowded street. "I don't like it one bit, I can't see sh*t." You said to Klara when you noticed the familiar blonde a few meters before you, walking along with Spyglass. Suddenly, a piercing whistle cut through the air, prompting everyone to open their umbrellas. You sensed that something was about to happen, and your anxiety began to rise. The crowd seemed to close in around you, intensifying the feeling of being trapped.

"Not now- not now- Christ-" you thought to yourself, your vision getting blurry from the tears that threatened to fall when you bumped into a guy, recognizig him as Percival. "I'm so sorry, sir!" you blurted out, realizing that he was aiming the gun towards Spyglass, you noticed hus gun had fallen out of his pocket. Overwhelmed by panic, you made a split-second decision and decided to run in the opposite direction, making your way back to the hotel.

"What the f*ck," you whispered to yourself, trying to steady your breathing, but finding little success. You picked up the lava lamp from the table, fixating your gaze on it as a means of distraction. Sinking down to the floor, you leaned against the wall, hugging your knees tightly. Exhaustion washed over you, and before you knew it, you drifted off to sleep right there.

"Y/N?" Lorraine knocked on the door, entering inside when she didn't hear your answer. "Y/N?" She crouched down infront of you. "What happened, Lorraine?" You asked, lifting your head up, rubbing your eyes. "I'm fine. You saved Spyglass from a bullet, I was able to get him across safely. You're going to tell MI6 he is dead, alright? But now it's my turn to ask: what happened to you?"." Lorraine expression turned to worry.

You shrugged your shoulders, unsure of how to put your emotions into words. "A friend invited me to the protest, but I started feeling overwhelmed by the crowd and the umbrellas," you explained.

Lorraine's concern deepened as she assessed your well-being. "Are you feeling better now?" she inquired gently.

"Yeah, I think so... You should go retrieve The List. I think we both know who has it," you responded, mustering determination. Slowly standing up, you added, "Maybe I'll go spend some time with Delphine in the meantime?"

Later in the evening; location: Delphine's apartment

"Um- where's the toilet, Delphine?" You asked, clutching your lower belly. Feeling a chill, you closed the window that was wide open. "Right there on the left." Delphine replied, pointing the way. As you entered the toilet, the realization dawned upon you, explaining both your migraine and emotional state.

"Um, Delphine, do you have any pads!?" you called out, feeling a slight blush creeping up your cheeks.

"No, I'm sorry. Want me to go to the store to buy them for you?" She offered. "Yes, please, I'll just wait here..."

About hundred years later; location: Still in the WC-

"f*cking sh*t..." you cursed under your breath as you waited in the toilet for God knows how long. What was taking her so long? Finally you heard Delphine come back, with Lorraine. You cracked the door open enough for Delphine to pass the pad through.

"I've got the list. Percival is dead." Lorraine said, her voice carrying through the hallway as she spoke with Delphine.

"And I can provide you with the photos and tapes that prove Percival was Satchel." Delphine responded. You rolled your eyes, knowing damn well who the true Satchel was.

"I would have never guessed it was Percival," you commented as you stepped out of the toilet. "Can we leave Berlin now?"

Lorraine considered your question before nodding. "Yes, it's time to get out of here. We have what we need, and it's best to make our move."

 A week later; location: MI6 headquarters - interrogation room

"Percival was Satchel." Lorraine said. You observed the tense atmosphere in the interrogation room as Gray pressed Lorraine about the whereabouts of The List. "Where's the list? Where's the list Lorraine?" Gray asked. Lorraine remained defiant, responding with a simple "I don't know."

Faulkner, stood up, stopping the recorder, entering the interrogation room. "We're choosing to bury this one, Lorraine," Faulkner declared firmly. "Your mission never took place. This conversation... never happened. We're putting you on leave. We'll start the next decade well rested... And as for Y/N, she informed us, she'll get a new internship elsewhere."

Three days later; location: Paris - plane

"No way- you killed Bremovych and his henchmen, and you managed for MI6 not to get The List?" you asked, looking out of the porthole, down at Paris and back at Lorraine. You couldn't help but reflect on the events that had unfolded. "Yes I did. You weren't that bad either." Lorraine spoke in her American accent. "She must've gotten that after you, boss." The blonde turned to your dad.

"Breaking the wire that Percival planted in my coat and saving Spyglass and Delphine." She smiled.

"Huh? I know about Spyglass but-" You tilted your head in confusion. "Percival was infront of Delphine's building, trying to get in throught the window, but he saw she wasn't inside. Percival had been on the hunt for Delphine, waiting for an opportunity to strike, knowing she was collecting proof that he was a traitor. He was waiting outside when I found him. Delphine arrived right after I killed him, told me they were out of 'lady products' in the store so she had to drive with her motorbike to a different one." Lorraine explained.

Delphine's unexpected detour to another store for supplies had unknowingly spared her from a potentially dangerous encounter. It was a reminder of how unpredictable and interconnected events could be, and how small actions could have significant consequences.

"That's rad... I still hate womanhood, though." You crossed your arms, frowning.

Lorraine chuckled softly at your comment. "Well, womanhood can be challenging at times, but it also comes with its own strengths and advantages," she said, her voice filled with a hint of wisdom. "You've already shown great courage and resourcefulness, Y/N. Don't let the challenges of womanhood discourage you. Embrace who you are and use it to your advantage." She spoke. "Like you." You added.

Notes: Need yourr passionnn, need yourrr loveee

[carrionsong]

strawberry, cherry vanilla and cotton candy for the f/o ask game! :3

thank you charlie ;3;💖💖!! it took me all morning to write this bcnckzns, rosario uses she/he/they interchangeably!

strawberry: before getting together, how did your F/O realize they had a crush on you? How did they act around you once they realized they were head over heels?

-rosa was moonlighting as a masked up luchador trainer on the battle subway, and they both thought rosario was a fun challenger to battle in more ways than one, but Crushes...

ingo felt admiration when he saw them confidently command their pokemon in battle and lead her team to victory, but just as he was about to congratulate him for winning the super singles line, rosa surprised him by jumping for joy and pumping a fist in the air, wrapping an arm around their valiant swampert's neck as they cheered. once she was done, or rather, realized ingo was staring at them, they began to blush fiercely and apologized for the outburst, thanking him for the battle with a grin. it was like a rollercoaster that took too many twists and turns; after struggling to get back up in the beginning, they couldnt believe their swampert managed to win against his haxorus!!

the intensity of their celebration, followed by their bashful and sweet smile, struck a chord with him, and he stumbled on his congratulatory words as she exited the railcar... seeing them later on, on the normal tracks, he caught sight of rosa after making his last boarding call and she turned around, smiling with a sparkle in their eyes as he yelled "All aboard!"...ingo realized his admiration for them might go deeper than just a fellow trainer.

hed be sooo obviously crushing on them -w- faint blush on his cheeks whenever theyre around, stumbling on his words or having to think a little harder to say what he needs to... its hard to speak at times with their face just looking at him like that!!

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emmet thought they were great fun! their luchador getup was a welcome sight, and quite cool to him; he could appreciate a fellow battler who took pride in their "uniform," so to speak. but what really pushed it into crush territory was a Very close 49th battle, where emmet's galvantula, seemingly backed up against a wall with less than a quarter health left, knocked out their swampert with a surprise energy ball. rosa, just moments ago bouncing in excitement and giving quick orders to his pokemon, froze and stood with their mouth agape in shock... until emmet heard a laugh. rosa broke down laughing from disbelief, he was So close! how did she not see that coming?! they were laughing so hard, before emmet had the chance to ask if they were alright, she walked up to him and grabbed his hands in a firm grip, thanking him for the amazing battle. they mightve gotten a Bit too cocky and assumed victory was in arm's reach... but they wont make that mistake again! with a fire in their eyes, she told him theyd meet again Very soon, and he matched their excitement, lettimg rosa know he'll change up his moves and Still beat them! after he gives his little end of the line speech and thanks them for battling, he watches them heal up her pokemon and walk off the railcar. yes... this could be verrry interesting.

in emmet's case, its a lot harder to tell! hed act pretty much the same, but more competitively with them bc he loves winning hehe, he just wants to have a little fun!! the only telltale physical sign he has that might give him away is that his face doesnt blush easily, but the top of his ears do :] thankfully usually hidden a bit by his hair and hat so its harder to tell, but out in public or after work hours? you might just see it~

cherry vanilla: how does your F/O show their affection for you?

-ingo gives rosario lots of praise and encouragement, his voice booming w enthusiasm :] i feel like he gets self conscious about not being able to smile or emote as well as he thought he could, but rosa struggles with it too! so they always make sure to show him how much he appreciates him with plenty of nuzzles and kisses💖

-emmet is much more physically affectionate, in my head. wanting to be near rosa when possible, going out of his way to say hello when theyre working or hes out, sitting next to them whether at a table or a sofa, snuggled up or giving him quick pecks on the cheek ;3; very touchy at times!! not that rosa minds💖

cotton candy: post the last picture of your F/O that you saved!

my friend jekyll sent this to me and i screamed. GXUCJJCBCJSKBDS I HATE ITTTT (i love it.)

[slimeywooper]

Labmas AU - Unintended Consequences

Chapter 16 Part 3 - Event Horizon

That night, Nobori and Kudari enter Colress' office, the door closing behind them, observing him sitting and playing with a small case in the middle of his desk. Kudari continues onwards, while Nobori stops and waits, face void of all emotion.

"You wished to see me Dr. Colress?" Kudari says, wearing a large smile, looking down at him. No upset present from the previous day.

Placing his elbows on the desk, Colress casually intertwines his fingers. "It feels like it was only yesterday that I was marveling over you, when you were just an embryo. A miracle of modern science. A wretched, ugly miracle."

Kudari's smile falters but doesn't fully disappear. He reprimands him, "Such cruel words to one of your greatest accomplishments."

"That's debatable," Colress interjects. "I must say, I thought you were joking when you said you wanted to leave here and find a mate. But, (Y/N)? Really? Did you honestly think they could ever love you?"

Attempting to keep his composure, Kudari answers softly, "Yes, I did." His smile is gone, but his expression remains neutral.

Shaking his head, Colress continues, "It must have been extremely painful to find out that they didn't want to be with you. But, you're not the only one. Nobori here also learned the hard way." Kudari's breath hitches for a moment, eyes darting from side to side, a sudden realization taking over him, but other than that, he doesn't show any signs of distress, instead waiting for Colress to finish. "Now, onto the issue at hand. After the latest fiasco with (Y/N), I now know you have real aspirations of leaving the laboratory, and I can't blame you. However, it's not a dream that can ever become reality."

Kudari's face morphs into a scowl, mouth slightly hanging open, teeth showing. He counters, "If I weren't here, you could be happy. No more Kudari around to cause you problems. Is that not something you have fantasized about? Is releasing me from this purgatory so you can have some solace not a fair trade?"

Colress is quick to respond, "Unfortunately for the both of us, this isn't about what's fair. If you were living somewhere in the world, and someone saw you, it would start to get people talking, and if they happened to get a picture of you, it would quickly spread across the Internet. Being a hybrid partially made from Emmet, and sharing his face, it would raise too many questions. Sure, some magazines would joke about Emmet's possible tryst with his own Galvantula, but for everyone with an above room temperature IQ, they would start to look for more plausible explanations. Team Plasma can't allow any potential information of its operations being leaked."

"So there can be no compromise? I should remain here forever, a prisoner?!" Kudari is enraged now, not holding back his volume or malevolence. "I do not fear you or any of your Team Plasma constituents! You cannot bend me to your will, you never could! Nobori may blindly follow you, but I know you for the sadistic puppeteer you really are. A failure to the highest degree, languishing in the shadows of other's hard work!" Some of his purple colored spit is now coating the side of the desk he is facing. Pointing a clawed finger at Colress, he adds, "From this day forward, you will not know peace! I will make your life the same hell you've made mine! If not for this thing around my neck, I would have slaughtered you long ago!"

Standing up, Colress rests the tips of his fingers on the desk. "I figured as much, and I know you would have, Kudari," he offers quietly. "You've been slowly becoming more demented over the years. Perhaps there were things I could have done differently to prevent this, but it's all water under the bridge now." He opens the small case, revealing two syringes. Kudari is only able to see them for a moment before Colress pulls out the switch from around his neck, pushing the middle button.

Kudari immediately collapses, legs sprawled on the floor, human torso limply hanging to the side. Colress continues his explanation, "Kudari, this has been a long time coming. I would be lying if I said I was going to enjoy this. Despite all the pain you've put me through, I still deeply care for you, to the detriment of my work. But, I can't let you continue this way. You've become too much of a burden." He grabs the syringes from the open case and circles his desk, stopping just before Kudari. Nobori approaches and stands next to his brother.

Even with his collar switched on, Kudari begins to spasm, attempting to move, fight-or-flight response kicking in. His eyes are wide with terror, tears beginning to stream down his face. Nobori lowers himself, resting his forehead on Kudari's, looking into his eyes. He wraps his arms around his body, cradling him. "Please Kudari, don't fight. This won't hurt. Dr. Colress says it's for the best. You'll never be alone again, so don't be frightened." Nobori pulls one of his hands up and begins stroking Kudari's hair. Kudari makes a gurgling sound, desperately trying to speak. "Shhhh…" Nobori consoles him. "I love you so much. You were always my favorite thing in this world," voice finally cracking, he looks at Colress and nods.

Not wasting any time, Colress locates Kudari's jugular vein and gently inserts the first needle. Emptying the syringe, he begins with the second, stepping away when it's done. After a few moments, Nobori announces, "He's with me now. Shall I transport his body to the freezers in the autopsy room for the time being?"

"No, leave him here for now. I need to be alone," Colress answers, sounding detached. Nobori nods again, releasing Kudari from his embrace. Standing up, he makes his way to the door. Upon leaving, he hears Colress yelling, "Fuck! Why couldn't you just listen, Kudari?!" followed by the sounds of his office being destroyed. Nobori starts the walk to his room, not bothering to look back, listening to his brother chittering in his ear.

[gearstationsubwaybossingo]

The human nods. “He does,yes.”

(Beside him, the ditto beams proudly.)

“He also knows sign and actually taught himself to speak a little bit.”

The ditto nods enthusiastically. Pointing at himself he says - in a voice startlingly identical to his human brother’s - says, “I’m Yu!” He then points at the man. “Souji!”

‘Souji’ smiles faintly, happy despite the anxiety.

Upon hearing about the Zoroarks, Souji’s shoulders slump in relief. “That’s… I didn’t know that was something that actually happened anywhere.” He straightens up slightly, expressing easing out of the intense worry from before into something sad, and glances at his ‘twin.’ “Kanto has a lot of weird hangups about twins,” he says quietly. He offers no other explanation.

Ingo clasps his hands together excitedly.

"So skilled! It is a pleasure to meet you, Yu!"

Ingo's gaze turned to the man in grey. "And you as well, Souji!"

With his clipboard held firmly in one hand, Ingo shifts into his signature pose. His right hand pointed forward and his left pointed down.

"I'm Ingo. I'm a subway boss. I am glad to make your acquaintance."

He tucks his hands back behind his back and regard Souji with a thoughtful look. "I know twins are regarded as bad luck in some cultures, especially ones of the same gender. Thankfully that is not the case here. I think Emmet and I would not very happy if it was."

[cullen-cannons]

Interesting question, I’ve been thinking about the same thing recently and I’ll probably update this later and make it more detail but what I’m currently imagining is:

ALICE:

either soft and “girly” or sleek and minimal

Soft pastel colours (pinks, blues, yellow)

Totally a fluffy blanket somehwere

DIY photo frames with strikers and sparkles (Tons of pictures of Jasper and the other Cullens)

She has a day bed/sofa because she doesn’t need to sleep (obviously)

Fairy lights

Probably like aesthetic pastel granny curtains or something like that

Wall decals (maybe inspirational quotes)

A shelf of those fabric sample books because she likes to sew clothes

Has a beanbag

Probably has a selfie corner with a ring light and a big mirror.

Small plants in pots she painted

CARLISLE:

Room is like a study but with a sofa.

His bed is a wall bed (one of those beds that folds into the wall and when it’s down can be used as a bed or have a wooden cover and be used like a table, I saw it at a hotel once but idk what it’s called)

Dark navy blues and woods with the grain visible

Walls are covered with floor to ceiling bookshelves

A stuffed deep head on the wall. Emmet got it for him as a present and he didn’t like it first but eventually warmed up to it. It’s named Gerald. (Why? Don’t ask me, I don’t know what goes on in Emmet’s mind)

EMMET:

Colourful but not too crazy

Has lots of bear themed stuff in his room (yes, this includes a teddy bear, bought for him by Rosalie on their very first honeymoon)

He has a gaming setup

Esme painted a mural of a family of bears playing on his wall. (They ever so slightly resemble each of the Cullens)

Has a teepee tent like the ones kids have to play in. King of cardboard box forts when Renesmee is born.

A sign on his door that says “DO NOT ENTER THE BEAR CAVE” or something silly like that. A letter “E” like parents put on their children’s bedroom doors.

ESME:

Vintage

Like how Bella and Edward’s cottage is described as a mix of furniture from different eras that fits together.

She has a big book shelf with her favourite books and photos of the her and the Cullens

Lots of plants, she made the pots out of clay herself

A large circular bed

An easel where she sketches architectural plans

JASPER:

His room is shades of blue and grey with white. Blue is a calming colour and the room has a very calming atmosphere

One wall is covered by a bookshelf

I don’t know why but I just know he has a coat rack

His room happens to be one of the larger ones and he lets Alice store her extra clothes and makeup in his closet.

He has some plants that Esme gifted him and he looks after them very carefully.

A minimalist desk

A cork board with pictures of him and Alice from all the places they've been. (He brings it with them when they move)

Has some abstract art on the walls like the big pair of scissors we see in Breaking Dawn Pt. 2. (The seen where Bella is writing the letter telling Jacob to go to Rio and packing Renesmee’s escape bag)

His room also connects to Rosalie's room by an adjoining bathroom. He only ever uses it to shower though, it’s mainly for the Cullen girls to keep their massive amounts of makeup in.

ROSALIE:

Bedroom is like a home design magazine.

Pretty modern but with hints of the 50s. (I’m not familiar with 50s interior design though so . .  .)

Has a large bed with a big white fluffy duvet.

Has some plants too.

A mirror and massive closet.

So what do we think the cullens (beside Edwards) bedroom aesthetics would be? I'm very curious. Not talking couples; I want to know what everyone thinks their individual style would be for each (but not Edward cuz we've seen his room and it's canon now)

[harveybwabbit92]

[Emmet stopped by the Grind station for a coffee and sandwich when he sees a playpen with five baby Tynamos and one Litwick playing inside with a sign saying “free to a good home talk to E-S/o.” Emmet fells a tad betrayed that his S/o had bred their Eelektross with someone else’s Pokémon and goes to talk to them.]

Emmet, to E-S/o: Why didn’t you tell me you wanted to breed Eelectra? Y’know my Eelektross likes her, I would’ve let you borrow him.

E-S/o: I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want to breed Eelectra.

Emmet: Well, those little Eels didn’t just magically appear out of thin air did they?

E-S/o: Emmet, When you look in the play pen, did you happen to notice the odd one out?

Emmet: Yeah, I saw the Litwick but what does...Oh.

E-S/o: Yeah...those little eels and Ghost light are the offspring from my baby being deflowered by your brother’s perv of Chandelure!

Emmet: Chandler?! When the heck did that happen?!

E-S/o: Two weeks ago Ingo forgot Chandler’s ball here. (Emmet looks surprised) Yeah, I know, anyways, I brought him home and returned him the next day, thinking that was the end of it...Then two days later I got home from work, and I found Eelectra huddle around 6 eggs, I thought one of my other Pokémon was the culprit until the last egg turned out to be a Litwick. 

{Awkward pause) 

Emmet: Should...Should I tell Ingo?

E-S/o: Yes. Tell you brother to tell his Candle to keep it’s wick outta my Eel!

[smallestapplin]

I let you pick the characters for this because honestly I love your take on all of those characters: Character reacting to Reader proposing to them? I need some fluff pls

I’m picking the more dramatic mfs, also I did something similar on Ro’s blog but I forgot to sign it so theres that.

Asks are open!

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🐉Raihan🐉

- You have played him for a fool!

- This tall man is absolutely losing it.

- First it was a nice date, not a super fancy one. Just a playful one you two went to a carnival that was in town and had a blast!

- He won you so many prizes after finishing all the rides of course, and the fair food was amazing!

- Raihan captured every moment he possible could.

- You have been dating for three years now and it’s the best thing to have ever happened to him.

- Or so he thought.

- You two ended taking the long way home, deciding walking would be better.

- Your prizes stuffed into a bag that he also won you.

- Raihan was carrying a few prizes that you won him rambling on about the plushies names and giving them silly backstories and personalities.

- “Hey Raihan?”

- “Yeah babe?”

- “Can we take a break here for a bit?” And he agreed.

- Placing the prizes on the bench next to him along with yours. Smiling happily making sure his new children were fine.

- It’s a nice park, the trees branches fall perfectly here he notes, almost cocooning, you two here away from the rest of Galar, he stares up at them thinking.

- “Raihan, I hope you know these last three years have been the best of my life.”

- He flashes you a toothy grin “same here.”

- “The longer in with you the more in love I fall for you.”

- Now he is suspicious. Tilting his head down he takes a sharp inhale.

- He isn’t a traditional man, but seeing you kneeling in front of him with a personalized ring bout turned him into a house husband.

- “I want nothing more than to spend many more with you, if you’d let me, marry me?”

- You think you almost went deaf from the screech he gave, tackling you to the ground smothering you in so many kisses.

- “YES YES YES YES YES!! OH MY ARCEUS YES!”

- He slips the ring on and he is spamming all his social media’s with pictures and him screaming about this.

- Oh he is mentioning it ALL the time now.

- Leon winning a match against him again? “At least I’m getting married unlike you, loser.” Playfully of course.

- “Me and my fiancé frequent that café all the time.”

- Anytime in his everyday life he will let everyone know.

- Raihan is definitely printing fliers that say “have you seen my fiancé? They aren’t missing or anything I just really love them and thought you should see their greatness.”

🔳Emmet🔳

- He likes to think he isn’t as loud as his brother.

- He is wrong.

- Emmet had taken off work, not for any particular reason he just wanted to spend some time with you, so he took the week off.

- That’s what he tells you.

- In reality for some reason Ingo forced him to.

- Weird but whatever, Emmet is more than happy to spend quality time with you!

- Two years of dating you and two years of growth he absolutely believes he found the one.

- Today was a normal day, you suggested a picnic and he loved the idea! So just before the sun was to set you two packed everything and left for a park.

- You both picked a secluded part where it could just be the two of you. Releasing your respective Pokémon so they can run around and have fun, you two ate and laughed, sharing stories of the week or jokes.

- Emmet felt so content, this is what he wants, if he could stay in this moment forever he would.

- “Emmet?”

- The subway boss is instantly on alert, you rarely call him by his name, it’s always a nickname or pet name.

- “Yes darling?”

- You gaze at him, eyes filled with love. He looks away giggling as he blushes.

- “I love you so much, you’re perfect in every way, you’re everything I could want and more.”

- “Oh darling!” He covers his face trying to hide his flustered expression.

- “I mean it! You’re the love of my life, I want you by my side, always��so.”

- When he doesn’t hear you continue. Just the sound of fabric moving, he lowers his hands, the air leaves his body.

- On your knees at his side with a beautiful white and black ring.

- “I love you, I fall in love all over again just being with you, I want to spend the rest of my days like that with you, please Emmet, marry me?”

- The second the two words left your lips he screams the most joyous scream, tears are running down his face. Nodding frantically he lets you put the ring on his finger before he yanks you and pulls you into his chest.

- “Darling! My sweet darling! Yes! Nothing would make me happier than to be your husband!”

- You cannot stop him from showing off that ring.

- He does exaggerate things with that hand specifically JUST so people will see it and ask.

- When he tells any of his friends or family he is holding that hand out showing it off and gushing about it.

- Some poor sap asked him about that ring and Emmet pulls out a whole out wedding planner like “oh so glad you asked, so me and my fiancé were thinking-“

- Ingo literally has to drag Emmet away from people cause he won’t stop talking about it.

- At home he is the softest things.

- Just laying his head in your lap, looking up at you while you run your fingers through his hair.

- “Can you say it again? Please?”

- Chuckling you do as asked “I can’t wait to marry you, Emmet.”

- “The other one.”

- “You’re my fiancé, Emmet.”

- Laughing when he squeals and hugs your waist.

- He never gets tired of hearing it.

🐬Wallace🐬

- oh this extravagant man was already thinking about it.

- You’ve been with him for many years, through thick, thin, and damn near the end of the world.

- You’re the perfect balance to his calm and graceful personality. You make him feel like a kid again.

- He had already spoken to his dear friend Steven about a ring and got one for you, he was still thinking about a matching one for himself, but he couldn’t place it.

- He booked you both a private reservation at a high end restaurant.

- While you were thinking of something less over the top. You laugh at thinking you could have anything simple with him.

- To you he is like a peacock in human form.

- You thought it was just because he wanted to have date night.

- Which is partially correct.

- The evening was going great, laughing and sharing a bottle of wine. The wait staff was so polite and kind but made sure to not stick around for long.

- Leaving just you and your boyfriend of five years.

- Alone.

- You’re both almost finished with dinner anyways.

- So you thought it would be nice.

- “Wallace?”

- “Mm? Yes dearest?”

- “I love you.”

- He laughs softly “my, I love you too, truly you are my light.”

- “And you the holder of my heart, I don’t think I’ve ever felt so much joy and love in my life, you bring so much light into my life, like the moon reflecting off a calm night at sea.”

- Wallace smiles, his heart is pounding against his rib cage. You’re so sweet to him.

- You reach into your pocket. His light blue eyes widen.

- “Dearest.”

- You pause “yeah?”

- “Are….are you about to propose to me?”

- The look of heart break on your face makes him panic

- “No no it’s not bad! It���s just.” He reaches into his own pocket and pulls out a small black box, opening it to reveal and ring.

- You stare and pull out your own little black box, opening it to reveal a white and teal ring accented with small purple gems.

- It matched him and the ring he bought perfectly.

- Wallace leans back in his chair laughing. His laugh echoing loudly.

- “Oh hush.” You chuckle.

- “I-I just can’t believe we had the same idea!”

- You two slip the rings on. The gym leader just admires it and you.

- “Dearest come here, I want to hold you.”

- He has you across his lap. Placing soft kisses everywhere he can reach.

- Steven, the elite four, and the gym leaders NEVER hear the end of it.

- He keeps it away from the media for a while cause he just wants to bask in these moments.

- Can, will, and has told the ‘we proposed at the same time’ story every time he talks to someone.

- You can hear Steven sigh from the kitchen “Wallace, you have told me this story eleven times now, I GET IT.”

[kayuripax]

Submas Autistic Joy Week 2022, Day 6: Special Interest/Teaching

A group of school children and their teacher take an excursion to Gear Station

"Now kids, remember to stay in line and listen to what the people at Gear Station have to say, yes?" The voices of the teacher and her class of children are loud enough to rival Ingo. It makes several Depot Agents look up, one raising her hand in a signal to inform the bosses.

"Hello and welcome to Gear Station!" She calls out to the teacher, putting on her best child-friendly smile. "You are the group from the Nimbasa Primary School, right?"

"Yes! Thank you so much again for making this possible." The teacher replies cheerfully, keeping all twenty children in check.

"The bosses will come in a moment. Until then, I'll be your guide. Come, I can show you the way to the meeting room." The Depot Agents clasps her hands behind her back. "For you kids, I'm Depot Agent Hana." A chorus of squeaky voices tells her hi, before she leads them into a Ducklett's March. "Boss Ingo? Boss Emmet? Your visitors are here!" 

"We will arrive in a moment!" 

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Emmet claps his hands in delight.

"Alright, children. I am Subway Boss Emmet Carril. I work here, and I run the Subway with my brother Ingo." 

"I am Ingo Carril. It's good to meet you all." Ingo gives a quick nod, making the children giggle a bit. "Your teacher told us that you are here today to learn about trains and how to ride them."

"That is verrry good!" Emmet nods. "Ingo and I know a lot about them! So we will try our best to teach you." His eyes swerve around, landing on a child with a raised arm.

"Yes?"

"Why do you talk so funny? You stretched that word all weird!" The child swings his legs, gap-toothed grin on full display.

"Is it weird? It's how I talk. I have done it for a long time." Emmet tilts his head. "That was rude of you."

"Sorry." It's a bit flippant, still earnest though.

"Apology accepted. Now, we have derailed! Ingo, if you would?" Emmet's smile stretches further.

"Ah, certainly. Now, let me tell you about Gear Station. Tell me if I use too many big words, I am not always aware I do so." Ingo hits a button on a remote, activating a projector. "This is Gear Station. You entered here when you came here, right?" Ingo taps a bit of the image projected onto the board. "That is the entrance. I'm sure you saw it while Depot Agent Hana led you here, but Gear Station is round." He switches the image. "We did not build Gear Station, and we have worked here for a long time now, but even we don't quite know why it's round." He winks at the children. "We have a few platforms inside Gear Station, and it's easy to know which is which. Does anyone have an idea why?" A few arms shoot up. "You there, please." Ingo points at a little girl.

"Do the trains have different names?" Her question makes a few children snicker.

"Not a bad idea! Some trains do have names, but we don't usually drive them here." He nods. "How about you?"

"Are there signs?" A boy this time, with hair sticking up wildly.

"There are! Very good. We have eight platforms here, and every platform has signs. There is another helpful thing though. Do you see these stripes here?" He zooms in on the picture. "Every stripe means something different, and they help you find where you need to go." Ingo nods, before stepping back and allowing Emmet to take over again.

"Now, Ingo said we have eight platforms here. Did you know that the subways here are not just for getting somewhere? We also have battle trains." Emmet starts, hands moving about as he talks. "There are two trains that you are not allowed to battle on. The train to Anville Town, and the Blue line." He hums for a moment. "These trains are not able to hold attacks! It's verrry dangerous."

"Now even a tackle?" 

"No, not even that. Do you know why?" Emmet leans closer, a spark in his eye. "Pokémon are all verrrry strong! I saw a young Rattata defeat a full grown Charizard." Murmurs of awe.

"And that was only a small Rattata. Now imagine if a Bouffalant tackled the train! That won't be good. The train might fall over, and that will injure people." 

"And we don't like having accidents. It's very bad if one happens, so always be very careful." Ingo adds.

"Yes! Not just in the trains! Also in Gear Station, but that is for later." Emmet taps his foot. "I said there are six Battle Lines. In every Battle Line, you can find Pokémon Trainers to fight against while the train moves. In two, you can only fight single battles. Ingo runs these trains! I run the Double lines, where you fight with two Pokémon at once. And together, we run the Multi lines, where you fight with a partner." 

"So can you only ride those trains if you're a trainer?" 

"No! You can ride them even when you aren't a trainer. But you are not allowed to enter the battle cars." 

"Because it's dangerous?"

"Exactly!" Emmet nods again. "The Battle Lines are all normal trains as well. We have a small book for each of you. In there is a picture of our train map, and an explanation."

"Thank you, Emmet." Ingo takes over again, leaving Emmet to hand out the booklets. "Let me ask a question. Who here was already on a train once?" Three hands shoot up. "Tell us about it, if you feel like it." He nods to a girl with pigtails and glasses.

"When we visit Granny, we have to get to Anville! So we took the train there a lot. It's a lot of fun, I like watching from the window."

"The way to Anville is verrry pretty, yup." Emmet agrees, handing a small booklet to the girl.

"How about you?" He gently taps the next child.

"My cousin took me here when there was this reeeaaally old train once! It smoked! That train was huge!"

"I remember that day." Ingo hums, eyes closed in thought.

"That was last year during the introduction of the Heritage Line, wasn't it, Emmet?"

"Yes! That was an old steam locomotive you saw. They are old, and don't get used a lot anymore. It's always fun to see one."

"Can I go now?" The last child wriggles their outstretched hand in the air.

"Of course, go ahead."

"Mom and Dad both come from Opelucid, and we take the train there every weekend to visit my aunt and uncle! It's so fast!"

"That is a very fast train, yes. It makes the journey quite short." The corners of Ingo's mouth curl up. "It seems we have a few children who know how to ride a train already. That is very good. Now, Emmet has some more, very important things to tell you."

"My favorite topic!" Emmet grins. "Safety checks!" He claps once. "It's best if I show you! Everyone, line up!" He waits until two neat rows form. "Now, stay close. We are now departing the station!" In a mirror of how Hana led the children before, Emmet Now leads them to the platform of the Singles train. "And halt!" He turns around, coat swishing. "This is the Singles platform. Do you all see this yellow line?" Nods and shouts of affirmation. "It is verrry important that you never cross it." An uncharacteristic frown is on his face. "Let me show you why." He moves closer, arms swinging. "If I stand here, I am close to the tracks! That is not good. If someone shoves me while I stand here, I will fall onto the tracks." He stretches his arms, as if to prove the short distance again. "Do not cross the yellow line!"

"Yes Mister Emmet!" A rather enthusiastic chorus echoes back.

"Perfect!" A happy smile grows on his face.

"Now, promise me to tell that to every adult who wants to cross it. You can only go behind the yellow line if there is a train here." He steps away from the line.

"Mister Emmet, where is Mister Ingo?" Another child pipes up, looking around.

"Just wait a moment!" As if summoned, the noise of an incoming train begins to sound. "He is on the train!" As the train pulls into station, Ingo started to lean out of the window, a single hand pointing out.

"What's he doing?"

"Point and call!" A child hollers before Emmet can. It's the kid who talked about the steam train before.

"Bravo!" Ingo calls back, volume staggering.

"That is correct! It helps us be safe while we work. If I cannot point at this plate when the train is stopped, that means I did not park it right, and people will fall!"  "Now, we have one last treat for you." Emmet grins, standing inside the door to the train.

"All Aboard!" The children file in, vibrating in excitement. As the doors close, Emmet briefly walks up to Ingo, handing him three spheres, before joining him in announcing them departing the station. "As Emmet already said, we have one last treat for you all. Emmet and I will demonstrate how a fight on the single line looks, and you will be allowed to watch." Ingo can't help the chuckle at the screams of joy. "This is my Singles train! So I am the Subway Boss here. If you do not like the battle, please tell me afterwards. Until then, please stay in your seats while Emmet and I conduct our battle."

[cake-apostate]

Twin Dragon AU: Hoard Heist!

This is the story about how bumbling Team Rocket manages to steal from our favorite train-loving dragon brothers, and live to tell the tale. 

Our story begins with a psychic who works for Team Rocket. Her psychic power is to ask questions about the present and past with a Scrabble-like board that uses Unown tiles in place of letters; she gets three questions at a time, and of course, all answers are exactly correct but potentially misleading. Also, she sometimes wakes up to random predictions on the board; this is the only way she can tell the future. 

One day, the board tells her that by midnight of the day after tomorrow, if Jessie, James, and Meowth do not rob the richest dragon hoard in Unova, doom will fall upon Team Rocket.

So the psychic contacts the team, and lets them ask her three questions. After thinking it over, the trio asks, and the board answers,

(Since these are Unown tiles, there’s no period and no capitalization; questions are asked with ? and answers end with ! Also, spaces are represented by blank tiles).

“where is the richest dragon hoard in the world?”

“the nimbasa city subway!”

The trio are shocked, because they’d already extensively explored the subway for a heist, and they never say any sign of dragon treasure. The psychic asserts that the tiles never lie. So they proceed with,

“how do we find the treasure in the hoard?”

“go to any operational subway station descend escalator or elevator purchase ticket proceed through turnstile!”

So now the trio concludes that the treasure must be in the stations rather than the tunnels, and feel arrogant enough to ask the last question,

“how much money is the hoard worth?”

“seventy three billion five hundred four million twenty seven thousand one hundred eighty Pokédollars and twenty two cents!”

($73,504,027,180.22, for better processing. Yes, I know Pokédollars are approximately yen, but Unova’s like America and cents feel more exact.)

So now Team Rocket’s interest is piqued, so they immediately set out for Nimbasa City. Wherever they are, they arrive the morning of the fated day; they have less than sixteen hours to find and steal Unova’s richest dragon hoard.

First, they disguise themselves as subway janitors, and the infiltration goes fine at first, until--

“I am Emmet. You will stop.”

Emmet inherited Reshiram’s ability to sense lies, and that includes disguises. I think he’d be fine with cosplayers and people wearing Halloween costumes because that’s pretending rather than lying, but he instantly spots these three dripping dirty water all over the floor.

Team Rocket turns around and sees Subway Boss Emmet, one of the strongest trainers in Unova, looking and feeling rather... dangerous. Now, Team Rocket’s met Legendaries before, and they know what that subtle, gentle, but persistent pressure means (keep in mind that they’ve always stayed a fair distance away from the Subway Bosses in the anime). They’re terrified, uncomfortably warm, and almost ready to Smokescreen their way out, until...

“You are not allowed to disguise yourself as subway staff. Please go home and change.”

Emmet can sense lies, but he can’t see through them. Lots of people pass through Gear Station in disguise; spies, private detectives, celebrities who don’t want to be recognized; heck, Elesa almost never boards the subway without covering her face. The Subway Bosses are okay with this as long as nobody starts anything on the trains, but they put their foot down on people disguising themselves as Depot Agents. It’s a safety hazard; what if there’s an accident, and the faux Depot Agents can’t do their job? After too many fake janitors (who refuse to clean up messes) show up, this turns into a blanket ban on anyone who works in the subway.

In other words, following in the tradition of no one ever being able to see through Team Rocket’s disguises, they manage to fool the local Dragon God of Truth. 

So Team Rocket exit the subway, change into tourist costumes, and then enter the subway again. 

As stated above, the advice for finding the treasure boils down to, “go to any train platform,” so Team Rocket deduces that the treasure must be split between each station. Rather than concluding that they only need to rob one station, they decide to rob them all, so they spend the day travelling between stations, mapping them out and looking for potential trapdoors. 

Hours of fruitless but earnest searching later, our intrepid band of thieves are checking out an elevator on a deserted platform, wondering if it hides a trapdoor underneath the car, when--

“BRAVO!”

They attract the attention of the other terrifying dragon god in the vicinity. To make things scarier, this is post-Legends Ingo, which means that he spent the past few years learning to mask his presence. None of them notice him until the second he opens his mouth. 

So here they are, in a deserted platform, alone with another one of the other strongest trainers in Unova, who looks distinctly unhappy to see them, pressure like the building of an inevitable thunderstorm, all while the lights in the station begin to flicker and flash--

“Your Ideals, I see how they burn so brightly within!”

Few are as determined as Team Rocket. Years upon years of failure, and they never give up. Zekrom, Dragon God of Ideals, can sense their determination, a beacon even to trainers on the Battle Subway, and decided to say hello. 

Ingo earnestly tells them to never give up and to make their Ideals a reality, all the while oblivious to what said Ideals actually are. Then he has to leave and do Subway Boss things. 

This pep talk lifts Team Rocket’s spirits, and once he leaves, they steal a wrench from a convenient supply closet and dismantle the elevator. Alas, no trapdoor. 

Hours pass, midnight fast approaches, and Team Rocket is no closer to finding any gold or jewels. They ride the trains with the same burning determination, right up until they happen to sit next to an accountant trying to finish up her work before midnight. James is bored enough to peek at her screen.

Then he screams. 

The accountant is startled, and confused when James asks what she’s working on. She says she’s analyzing the Nimbasa City Subway’s financial report, and almost hurts herself in confusion when James screams again. 

Jessie yells at him to stop, and James simply points at the screen.

“Assets (trains): 73,504,027,180.22″

$73,504,027,180.22. Exactly what the psychic told them.

The trains are the treasure. The entire subway is the hoard. 

(Am I highballing this? Lowballing this? I tried looking at balance sheets for the New York City Subway, but it doesn’t seem to specify the total value of the trains). 

Team Rocket now has thirty-three minutes to figure out how to steal an entire train from the hoard, and whether it’s a good idea to rob what they now realize are a pair of dragon gods. Then they realize that even if they don’t steal a whole train, they can steal part of a train. So they find a convenient toolbox near the front of the car and help themselves to a screwdriver...

Seventeen minutes later, a Depot Agent comes out to yell at the crazy tourists trying to take home an entire train seat/bench as a souvenir, and kicks them out.

The clock strikes midnight on Team Rocket as they dismally walk through the streets of Nimbasa City. Jessie is furious, blames the other two for dooming Team Rocket, Meowth snaps back, and they get into a tussle. 

And then during the fight, a little metal thing clangs quietly to the sidewalk, and Team Rocket stops. 

A screwdriver fells out of James’s pocket. A printed label taped to the handle proclaims it to be, “Nimbasa City Subway, Train 189, Car 5.”

Then a monkey wrench falls out of Jessie’s bag, labelled, “Nimbasa City Subway, Summit Station.”

They report that they have stolen something from the dragon hoard, so they definitely fulfilled the prophecy, right? 

Their superiors don’t put too much stock in psychics or prophecies. What’s more relevant to them are those two strange Subway Bosses, and how these three seem to think that they’re Legendaries...

To be continued?

(Probably not. Sounds too serious for me.) 

Link to the train hoard post here: [https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/nartothelar/689813571829481472?source=share]

By the way, the ‘doom’ the psychic prophesized was basically a domino effect rather than the direct result of our trio not stealing anything. 

At some point in the future, Team Rocket (the whole organization) would have tried a second mass robbery in Nimbasa City, once again involving the subway. This time, the Subway was prepared, and they completely wreck Team Rocket. Several key members are arrested, a ton of expensive equipment is destroyed, and morale is at a low. 

Thanks to our lovely trio suspecting that the Subway Bosses are Legendaries in disguise, other members of Team Rocket investigated and discovered that it’s an open secret in Nimbasa City. After the Mewtwo fiasco, Giovanni knows to steer clear of Legendaries. So he orders everyone to stay clear of the Nimbasa City Subway. 

Is it necessary for Team Rocket to steal anything, though? Could they have walked out of there completely empty-handed, but knowing that the Subway Bosses were Legendaries in disguise? Maybe they only report successful thefts, or their superiors only read reports on successful thefts? Hypotheticals are fun.

[lxmonmallou]

Welcome Home (Ingo x reader x Emmet)

angst to fluff, no tw 821 words

It had been so long.

Even if you knew you could never forget him, so much time had escaped you that sometimes you began to doubt if he even existed in the first place. The only thing that was one hundred percent proving it was his twin brother, whose smile twitched downward a lot more often now.

Even if there was some warmth in your bed, it wasn't the same. Nothing was. If Emmet was on one side, Ingo was ALWAYS curled up on the other, curling a finger through your hair or gently running them down your arms..but only Emmet's heavy arms remained, and that was only if he could manage to come to bed that night. Some nights, in hysteria, he would go out and look for his brother. Anywhere that Ingo used to frequent. It was like he couldn't stop himself from trying to find the answer. It broke your heart to see Emmet coming in all hours of the night, face grim or his soft grey curls soaked with sweat or rain from being out in the elements with no concern for himself. He would fall in your arms, defeated by his unsuccessful search. Sometimes he would cry, other times he would near immediately fall asleep from exhaustion. You didn't know how much more you could take. Emmet had almost completely gone back to being nonverbal, only really speaking when it came to work or things he really needed to say. Anything else was a vague gesture or some of the sign language he and Ingo had taught you over the years.

It all felt hopeless. Useless. He was gone. Dead. Might as well have been.

But, do the dead really..not tell tales?

It was hard to believe it when you saw it. A scrappy man with a torn coat and goatee, hovering in your doorway. The bags under his eyes were like shadows, and he hunched over ever so slightly..but those eyes. Those were Emmet's eyes. But..it couldn't be..?

"Ingo?"

Your voice was smaller than it had ever been, hardly escaping your mouth without a broken squeak. Your tears welled in your eyes like dribbling lava, Ingo's lips giving a visible little twitch once he saw you. "Yes..it is m-oomph!" Poor thing could hardly get a word out before you threw yourself around him, face buried into his chest and arms tight around his middle. You could feel him loosen his tense posture, slowly resting his left hand on the small of your back to curl you into him. "Yes, my dearest.." he mumbled softly into the crown of your head, placing soft and gentle kisses all over you. You couldn't help but sob something fierce. It was loud, it was ugly, but it was happy. You could finally hold him again. He was in your arms, you could touch him, FEEL him again.

Upon hearing your sobbing, Emmet was out of the kitchen in an instant, panic written all over his half-smile. "Love! Are you-.." with a crash, the pan of omelet had fallen onto the living room floor and quick footsteps filled the almost silent home. In one swift motion, you and Ingo found yourselves on the floor, Emmet squishing you both in his arms in the tightest hug you think you've ever been in. He laughed. Emmet, after all this time, was finally laughing with a big grin on his face. This was real, not a fake 'bearing it' grin, or something he tossed around to assure you..this was joy. Happiness. Hope finally comes to fruition in front of him. His brother was home, alive, well, and only slightly damaged. There were no words for quite some time, the three of you lying on the floor and just holding one another. Finally, you could hear twin heartbeats all around you again, always seeming to be in sync. Wherever Ingo was, you thought, their hearts must have always still been beating at the same pace. Finally, you lifted your head to hold Ingo's cheek, giving it a little rub over with your thumb. You kissed him tenderly, as if he were a delicate glass sculpture, hardly there. He returned it just as sweet, holding your face in both of his hands. You could feel on your cheeks that these hands had seen many things. They were rough, scarred, calloused, his fingertips slightly rough in texture, but in the best way. Those hands were stronger too, your face feeling the hidden power that lay in each finger all the way down to his palms, wrists, and arms..something had definitely changed about him. Only pulling away once you had run out of air, you kept the distance between you so your lips barely brushed against one another. He was smiling. Ingo, the one who always kept a soft frown, was smiling almost as wide as Emmet. Against his lips, you couldn't help but mumble.

"Welcome home."

[allaboardtheblankship]

Aftermath of a confession

Summary: After Ingo confesses his feelings for his twin, Emmet has a rough time handling the news and goes to seek out Elesa’s company. (2K words)

“Oh wow, you look like shit.” 

“I am Emmet and I haven’t slept in two days. Let me in.” 

“Oh yeah, sure. Make yourself at home.”

Elesa opened the door to her complex, her emolga slippers ruffling on the floor as she stepped back. She was still in her pajamas despite the hour. 

“You look like a child. It’s nostalgic.” 

“It’s one of those mornings” Depending on the day, she could get dressed incredibly fast, or not at all.

“Where’s Ingo?” She looked in the corridor for a sign of the twin. Emmet flinched behind her. 

“Busy.” 

“Huh-huh” 

She was not buying that. For all the years they had known each other, the twins Always did Everything and went Everywhere together, even when only one was invited somewhere. 

“Say Emmet, is the reason you’re here at all related to the multi line being canceled for today?”

He flinched again, but this time Elesa caught it.

“No way…. Did you two have a fight?” 

That was surprising if true. Sure, they often argued over petty little things, but it had become much less frequent now that they were adults. An apology, a hug, and everything was resolved by the end of the day.

Emmet stayed silent and immobile for a moment. 

“…..no.” He finally muttered. It was half hearted, not the usual genuine and blunt tone. 

That was… worrying. Maybe more than if he had said yes. 

“Then why are you here?”

“…”

“I want to sleep on your couch for a few days.”

“WHA—”

Before she could finish, the subway boss had already face-planted on her designer couch. Head buried in a pillow, he groaned in approval of the couch.

“Emmet sweetie, first off, I have a guest room—”

“Couch is good.” His voice was muffled. 

“— and second, WHY do you want to do that? Are you avoiding your brother?”

“…”

“…yes…”

“Oh…”

She sat down next to him. 

“Sweetie, you can tell me if something is bothering you.” After all, she often vented her frustration to the twins, they were good listeners. It’s only fair she did the same. 

“Uuurgh” Emmet groaned again, this time in frustration, and flipped over. Now laying on his back, he fixed Elesa with his silver eyes. 

“It’s complicated.” and personal. Would she understand? Can he even say it or would that betray Ingo’s trust? He wasn’t the best at lying. Blunt and direct, says what he means, means what he says. Always the same. 

“Ingo told me something and I got upset. I can’t talk to him.” 

“Things won’t get better until you do hun.”

“I know. But I can’t talk to him.”

“Why not?”

“Because of what he said.”

“Was it that bad?”

Emmet fell into silence, staring at the ceiling. He was remembering their conversation. Ingo had planned it carefully, now that Emmet looked back on it. It was a place they didn’t usually go to, so Emmet wouldn’t have to see it again. They were alone and able to have a private conversation, but there were many ways for Emmet to leave if he wanted to. He did leave. 

What Ingo had said…. He groaned, pressing his hands on his head, to hide his embarrassment and shame. What was he supposed to do?

“…. Elesa.”

“Yes?” 

“You’re my friend. And you’re Ingo’s.”

“Well yeah, we established that a few times already.”

“I trust you. We trust you. So if I tell you something serious, promise you’ll keep it for you.”

Emmet was really starting to worry her. She put a hand on his shoulder. 

“I promise.”

He took her words as the green light, and dropped the bombshell. 

“Ingo said he loved me.”

Silence. 

Elesa.exe has stopped working. 

“Not like that though. He said it with more fancy words. But the final station is the same one.”

She shook her head, trying to clear her mind. That wasn’t what she expected. She had so many questions. 

“You mean romantically? He said that he likes likes you?” 

“Yup. Romantically. He loves me romantically.”

“Ingo?? Your twin??”

“Yup. My twin brother Ingo. He loves me. Romantically.”

“I… what… I’m just…”

That was about how Emmet reacted himself. So that means he reacted in the normal way. Probably. Elesa was the most normal of the three of them. 

“…so… what did you say to that??”

“Nothing. I left. We haven’t spoken since. It hasn’t been fun.”

“And Ingo…” 

It was killing her to even think about it, but she had to be sure. 

“…before, has he ever tried… forced you to —”

Emmet interrupted her before she could finish that phrase. 

“No. Don’t board that train. We’re talking about Ingo. He is the same Ingo you know.”

“Right, sorry… it’s just… A lot to process.”

Emmet nodded. 

“Elesa, don’t let it change your view of Ingo. He is the same as before. Nothing changed.”

“… maybe for me, but what about you?”

“That’s why I’m here. I don’t know.”

A weighted silence fell on them like a blanket. It felt crushing. 

Elesa couldn’t help but think back to all the instances where Emmet and Ingo’s relationship seemed just a bit too close. She was an only child, she assumed it was normal for siblings. Maybe it wasn’t. Should she have said something? Done something? They wouldn’t have listened to her anyway. 

Emmet was replaying the moment Ingo confessed his feelings on loop in his head. Each word from that declaration was engraved in his mind. If Elesa asked him to, he could reenact the whole speech, minus the tone and facial expression. Ingo had never seemed so vulnerable. Emmet probably broke his heart, like all the others. He couldn’t face his twin. How could he, after he hurt him? 

And yet, the thought of being separated… 

“So what do you want to do…?” 

She could let him stay over as long as he needed, that wasn’t a problem. But ignoring Ingo wouldn't solve anything.

“...”

“I don’t want to lose Ingo. But I don’t want to hurt him either. He’s been acting like nothing happened….”

Ingo had been greeting him, trying to chit-chat, bringing him lunch, just as he usually would. And each time, he was ignored and disregarded. 

“...but I can see how much he hurts.”

Emmet was observant, and he knew his twin better than anyone else. He could see the guilt in his eyes, the pain in his smiles. It made his own heart twist and turn in agony. The memory of his brother’s face from that morning made his eyes sting. He gripped at the couch, clenching his fists until the nails started to dig into his palm. Elesa was attempting to comfort him wordlessly, her fingers brushing his hair gently. He tried to focus on that sensation instead. 

“Elesa, you know what it’s like to be in love. I don’t. Can you explain it?” 

“That’s—” 

That wasn’t the first time he asked. It was a regular question of his, one that he never got a satisfying answer to. Elesa had tried, over and over again, to explain it. Others had tried. Emmet never liked the answers, and hated how everyone around him seemed to understand them. It frustrated him. After a while, they had concluded that Emmet didn’t feel romantic attraction, just like Ingo didn’t feel sexual attraction. He liked that explanation. 

Elesa closed her eyes, trying to come up with the best way to explain love to her friend. 

“Love is this dazzling feeling that sweeps you off your feet. It’s actually more than a feeling, it’s passion. You start caring so much for someone that you would do anything to spend time with them. Sometimes it even hurts to be apart. There’s something very tender about touching them and having them close to you… I know I compare a lot of things to electricity, but love really feels like electricity sometimes. It can power you, or hurt you, it’s fickle and sudden, and it can be very high intensity.”

“...”

“Was that a satisfying explanation, sweetie?” 

“I guess. Is that what Ingo feels for me?” 

“Hah—” She had almost forgotten what this was about. 

“Maybe, people all experience love differently.” 

She wished she could say he was just confusing his affection for his twin for love, but they were adults, Ingo has had partners before, and it was too serious of a topic for him not to have already considered the option. He had to mean it. 

“What if I also love him? Romantically?”

Her fingers stopped moving through his hair.  

“What… do you mean?” 

“What you said about love. It’s close to what I feel for Ingo. Every time you explain love, I think about Ingo. He’s the only one I’ve felt that way for. I’ve been told it can’t be love because he’s my twin. Maybe it’s love, if Ingo also loves me.” 

“I— I guess that’s a possibility.” 

Elesa was out of words. What was she even supposed to say to that? She wanted to be supportive of her friends, but this? She didn’t know what to think. It was their personal business after all, she had no right to judge. 

“You’re making a face.” 

Emmet was staring at her. 

“Sorry, it’s just—” 

He got up and sat properly on the couch, startling Elesa. 

“Do you think it’s wrong?” 

Blunt as always. He put her on the spot. He looked at her expectantly, like a sad lillipup. 

“I— I don’t— There’s nothing wrong with it, not inherently.”

She was looking for the right words.

“I think, if both of you are happy about this, if it’s consensual and reciprocated, then I have nothing to say against it. I’m your friend, I want what’s best for you. I’ve been told I was wrong for being who I am and loving who I love all my life, I won’t do the same to you.”

His smile changed into a genuine one as she talked, and he looked relieved. 

“But—”

The corners of his mouth drooped down once again. 

“Not everyone will think that way. Society isn’t kind, especially to public figures like us. I don’t want you to be hurt.” 

Emmet crossed his arms.

“Society is stupid.”

“Hah, it sure is.”

“I don’t understand what it would change. If he loved me from the beginning, and I loved him as well, then our formation is still the same as before. We’re the same two-car train, with an added qualifier.” 

“I don’t think most people would see it that way, sweetie.”

“I’m not most people. I am Emmet! I’m a subway boss together with Ingo! And I LOVE INGO!” 

“Ow! I love the enthusiasm, sweetie, but please. I’m not wearing my headphones.” 

“sorry. This is exciting! I think. I’ve never been in love. Am I jumping on the wagon too fast? Maybe it’s not love. Why does putting a word on it change everything?”

She smiled fondly. 

“You’re doing just fine Emmet. You’ll just have to talk with Ingo about what this means for the both of you.” 

Maybe it won’t mean much. They’ll be the same as they’ve always been, with one more label. They were already so close, it sounded impossible for them to be even closer, even if they started calling each other ‘lover’ instead of ‘brother’. 

“Ingo! I’ve left him alone today. I need to talk to him. I need to—”

When trying to get up, Emmet wobbled on his feet and fell backwards, barely caught by Elesa. 

“Are you okay??”

“...I forgot my safety checks.” 

He looked so tired. Right. The whole ‘I haven’t slept in two days’ thing. That wouldn’t do. She sighed. 

“Stay right here, and try to sleep. I won’t let you leave until you get some shut-eye.” 

“Nooooo, I don’t want to nap, I need to talk to Ingo!” 

“I will tell him to come pick you up, alright?” And have a word with him. She trusted Ingo, she really did, but… No, no, that was silly. They were adults, they didn't need her mingling.

Emmet pouted, but eventually recognized that she was right.

“You win this battle. Can I take out Eelektross?” 

“Sure, knock yourself out!” Her whole apartment was electric-type-proofed anyway. 

Emmet knocked off his shoes, folded his coat and took out a pokeball. A giant eel came out of it in a flash, and proceeded to wrap itself around Emmet. It gave him an affectionate munch on his head. The subway boss laid down, and his pokemon, recognising it meant nap time, snuggled against him. The pressure and coldness of Eelektross' body soothed him, and quickly lulled him to sleep. 

In another room, Elesa asked subway boss Ingo to meet her at home.

And that’s the end of it! Who knows if I’ll continue, but it was really fun. I have shamelessly put in Emmet my own experience of being aro and struggling with the concept of love :P