#ask raisans

[raisans-art]

i need big brother ingo vibes rn

Sorry you had to get me trying to relearn how to draw these guys

[raisansgrapeon]

Trick or Treat!

[ownerofthisaccount]

Warning for Body Horror. This is not part two to Agee and Chei, and admittedly there is a reason beyond my terrible social skills.

A lot will be coming up! I will looking to getting a job and volunteer work to hopefully start earning money and experience to work on my passion project. I will also be learning to drive soon. So I will be a bit busy from my drawings and everything will take a lot longer to be made, plus I wish to finish my main projects first such as the rankings and the start of Atelo.

But there’s definitely the chance I’ll be busy from doing fanart for a while(though I hope to possibly draw the winners for the Submas Tournament) once we start getting things done. That being said, while I will be posting small things my today’s ranking from my brother on his favorites, I did have something on my mind after I realized I forgot to include this in my ask.

I am not milking Chimera Emmet; I am simply milking Submas angst because until Gamefreak gives them an ending, I’ll just assume the worst for the duo(I have drawn at least three ghost Ingo in this month alone)

I have drawn Ghost Emmet before…twice. One as a what if Emmet died during whatever event happened for Ingo to be taken to Hisui and remained in the Station as a friendly ghost npc you could challenge to a battle still. The other was a what if of Emmet being a Hisuian Zoura that was transported back to time when Ingo was a child, and took on his form. To his surprise the human he met was friendly, and the two’s facade of being twins to protect Emmet became genuine. But due to the remnants of rift energy in Emmet, it eventually led to Ingo being sucked into a rift(possibly because he was protecting Emmet from being sent back to the place he despised). Basically both stemmed from weird dreams.

But I remember that some animals, especially pets, are rumored to be able to see the dead. So my brain went wild and drew this art of @raisans-art Au(as I said, will probably be at least a couple weeks till I draw detailed fanart like this minus the possible tournament one due to the busy schedule. I love Chei and Agee but they are verrrry detailed bois) in one day about Ingo passed out from exhaustion and Agee seeings things

I don’t know where that chair came from

I think I gave Agee the perfect expression for if this randomly happened to someone. Also, you heard it straight from Ghostmet’s mouth: two separate people

Needed a Warden Ingo reference

A much shorter comic but this one had dialogue this time and I didn’t want to make something to long. Hopefully I can continue churning out art and comics of all types of things, because I do genuinely enjoy doing these type of projects. Still, I hope you all enjoy this rambling of Ghostmet and have a great rest of your day!

[fair-fae]

FFxivWrite23 Entry #1: Envoy

FFxivWrite 2023 FFxivWrite23 Masterpost Prompt #1: Envoy

“Does the name Zularti Vensar mean anything to you, m’lady?” Faye’s hands immediately went limp, dumbfounded. She forgot about the teacup she had been holding, fumbling and catching it before it completely upturned, but not without sloshing several drops of its contents onto her gloves and the pink tablecloth to stain the fabric. Had she misheard him?

“I thought it sounded familiar, but I couldn’t place it…” the Lalafell across the table continued thoughtfully, stroking his snowy white beard. Lord Raisan Arcmantle had been a friend and colleague for nearly a decade, and few could be as steadfast or capable, but perhaps his age was beginning to catch up to him. “Excuse me–I’m sorry, what?” the Midlander sputtered, unable to get any other words out. She took a moment to collect herself, quietly clearing her throat. “Why… why do you ask?” “We had a visitor here at the teahouse by that name a few days ago, and I showed him around. He said he was a member of the Harbingers of Dawn from the old days. I didn’t recognize him, but it’s been a long time, and my memory isn’t what it used to be… But he had his free company badge, and I know it as one I made by my own hand,” Raisan explained, and Faye did her best to keep up her calm veneer even as her head spun, finding little succeed in the endeavor.. “Zularti? That’s not… That’s not possible… He’s…” Her words trailed off, unable to bring herself to finish the thought, and she shook her head slowly. He couldn’t possibly be alive, could he? After all this time, all her searching, could he just show up out of the blue? It was the conclusion her heart leapt to, what she wished to be true more than anything else, but she couldn’t allow herself to entertain the idea and set herself up for such grave disappointment. So what was this, then? A cruel joke or veiled threat from someone who knew far too much? “What did this person look like?” The Lalafell continued to run his fingers along his goatee as he tried to recollect. “He was tall… but I suppose everyone is taller than me. My apologies, m’lady. I don’t remember much else that stood out. My memory is failing me.” Faye stared down at her teacup, her hands shaking. It took all her focus to be mindful of her Magitek prosthetic, to make certain she didn’t crush the porcelain beneath the metal digits. The conversation continued, but it felt so far away, the Hyur lost in her own thoughts. Raisan had given the visitor a tour and they reminisced. Raisan offered him a room to stay at the teahouse, but the man had refused. She would ask a question as casually as she could, and Raisan would offer a response that brought her no closer to the answers she truly wanted. Her dismay must have been so apparent from across the room that Drakkaern had taken notice and wandered over to her side to offer his comfort, and while some part of her was vaguely aware of his presence, she was too preoccupied to acknowledge the poor man with his hand upon her shoulder. “He did say he will return sometime. It should be easy to spot him if he does,” Raisan surmised. “We don’t get many Hrothgar around here.” Faye stared at him in disbelief. 

“Hrothgar?”

[pocato]

@raisans-art hello! I love your wing AU! Also I don't trust tumblr to send this via ask so I'm just gonna tag you!

So, after reading a bit about your ideas, I started thinking. How would Ingo fall to Hisui?

The answer decided to come as a fanfic!

Warning for mentions of wounds and well... hunting and all the things that come with that.

Cold. So cold. All around him.

Has the ground always been this white?

Where was he before?

The weight on his back shifts, but he quickly comands it to stop. Moving those hurts too much.

Everything hurts, So Much.

Who is he?

Before this all encompasing whiteness, was there something? A name? A memory? Someone else?

The cold seeps into his bones and chills his feathers to the core. He should move, keep warm in motion. He's too tired to do so.

Contemplating his last moments and seeing if he can reach the other life with at least a way to call himself, the figure falls unconsious.

A curious purple creature approachs it. It's not familiar with this one's scent. Must be an outsider. What is it doing wandering so far?

No matter, this being needs help, and giglar is too small to carry it. Luckily, a machoke is nearby with it's young, so with a promise of a challenge, the mother aids the fallen one to reach a safer place.

When he comes to, he finds himself nestled somewhere warm. He hurts less too. A memory flutters to the forefront of his mind. He grasp it with a desesperation he didn't believe himself capable of.

A man in white smiling, calling someone. Was it him?

Ingo!

He's not quite sure, but at least now he has a name for himself.

He decides to open his eyes, and finds himself far too close to a smiling blissey. How uncourt of him! He's sleeping on her pouch!

The sound of other pokemon rouse him fully. He's safe here, these kind creatures came to his aid. He would thank them all if his throat wasn't killing him. Best he can do is offer a tired coo and chirp.

This seems to be enough. He's glad.

After a bit of moving, he manages to stand, but it's quite obvious he shouldn't move too much. Blissey eggs can work wonders, but they don't heal humans that well...

How does he know that?

Not important right now. He needs fire, water and if possible, food. There's a bit of wood in this cave, so he just needs to ignite it and then search something that can hold snow to boil it.

Machoke decides to help, seeing that what he tries is also helpful for everyone inside. Gligar goes out, possibly to search for food. Hopefully it brings extra.

The little machop finds a bowl shapped thing seemingly made of metal between the other stuff that was near him. A pat on her head as a thank you is very well recieved.

Cave becoming cozier by the minute and snow slowly melting, is when he strips of his outer layers to help them dry, and curls his wings around himself. Moving them stills hurts, and the hiss he can't quite contain arouses the worry of his companions.

Timing is on his side and this is when gligar returns, bearing the spoils of her hunt. He's not quite sure how to prepare the meat for consumption, so he leaves that for later while he stabs berries to roast over the fire.

Once he (mostly) manages to skin the carcass, he prepares it to smoke it until cooked. A bit of weirdly crunchy salt will help it have extra flavor and also make it last longer.

Like that, surrounded by good company, is how he spends his first day in an unknown land.

Next time he wakes, the fire was out, his clothes dry and he had enough energy to try to find food by himself. He tries to take flight, but his body demans he stays on the ground.

His companion seem to have an idea of what he wants to do, so they follow him while he searchs for more wood, water and food.

He finds a few mostly dry and small logs, some weird radishes, more berries, a few chunks of salt, one or two mushrooms that seem safe for human consumption and other things that will hopefully help him. Coming back to the cave to leave his treasure, he's derailed by blissey who insist on going in a certain way.

They find themselves in a termal water lake. Oh! Blissey can boil he egg here and make it's healing more potent!

Apparently they're not the only ones interested, a few pokemon of all kind come near and blissey is more than happy to share.

Ingo feels good enought to strech out his wings, but it seems he needs another sesion before he can soar again. Grabbing his treasure, they make way back to camp. But they stop when gligar anouces the precense of another pokemon in front of the entrance.

An abra is floatting dangerously close to the ground, seems he was attacked, managed to flee but it was drained. Blissey wouldn't have more eggs until later. So he decides to approach. The small abra tries to use it psychic powers, but they're so weak right now, they only blur his vision a little.

When he manages to get close enough, the poor thing collapses on the snow. He cradles it within his arms and makes a cocoon with his wings then goes inside the cave to see if any of the food he found can be used as medicine.

Machop points towards a leek, and once he hands it over, they crush it and squezze it's juice over the wounds of the abra. He makes a pulp with oran and sitrus berries and slowly feeds his newest passenger.

Once they're treated, he lays them to rest against him and covers them with his wings. Blissey and machoke cuddle together to keep warm after starting the new fire. Machop and gligar both decide to joing him and lean against him while he takes part of the guest nest that blissey leaves for her patients.

He drift into dreamland looking at the fire, and for a moment, he swears he saw a flicker of purple.

The next day arrives and abra seems to be doing better! And as a matter of fact, so is he!

He manages to do small take offs, but he's still too tired for proper flight. In a pinch he can glide, but better leave it for emergencies. Safety first!

He decides to bring a bit more food to stock up and repay the pokemon's kindness. As much as he doesn't mind their company, he will, sonner or later, need to find people like him.

The leek trick machop showed him the other day came in handy, he uses the juices to preen his feathers and heal the bumps that hurt the most.

The direction they have choosen today guides them towards a temple, but it seems quite empty of human life. A huge... Braviary? (They're not suppoused to look like that, but how are they suppoused to look like in the first place? And how does he know what it is? His head hurts.) Looks down on them, but otherwise leaves them alone.

On the way back the earth starts shaking. Looking up almost gives him a heart attack. That's the biggest pokemon he has ever seen, wherever it's going, he's going to wait far away until he can fly, or make sure no one get's crushed.

Another day, another session of boiled egg, another night cuddling for warm. Time passes as he slowly heals and learns more and more about the place he ended up in. Sometimes he can't sleep, and goes to the entrance and hears the calls of the ghost that trive at night. He avoids exploring on his own, always some of his new agents go with him to keep in out of trouble, much too curious for his own good, their gazes seem to say, even if there's fondness hidden away in a exasperated frown.

Gligar and him take to the skies once blissey gives the ok, and he makes a few rounds of everywhere they been. On the distance, there's a mountain that reaches the heavens. The sky has not been unclouded since he arrived, and he's reluctant to break through and lose sight of everything for now.

His wariness pays off, there's smoke in the distance, far too clear to be a fire type. He get's very excited, and dives down to get a closer look. The night gives him cover with his darker plumage and black clothes, and he manages to make out a few humans making rounds near a settlement. Why aren't they flying? No matter, he leaves in search of his friends, he must thank them and bid them goodbye.

Only, the littlest ones in the group refuse to separate from him. Hm, he's not sure he can carry machop, (there's a device that allows him to carry pokemon easily, he's quite certain, but he has none with him, a shame) so he'll just fly slowler. He's about to depart when machoke holds him back. Right, is late. Better go in the morning and try to bring with him some of the stuff blissey won't need.

Morning paints the clouds a light grey and after they say goodbye, he makes way towards the settlement with new cars attached to his train.

(What's a train?)

Little machop runs ahead, but the guards of the place among the snow shout and draw spears towards his charge. That's not right.

A shout comes from the ground, in a language he's vaguely familiar with. For the first time, he realized he has almost completly comunicated with animalistic sounds. He really needs to talk to people again. But he's going down the wrong track. Focus!

The guards try to make machop go away, but they nick her little fist instead. She cries out in pain, and he growls.

He dives down in front of her, shielding her with his whole wingspan. Abra teleports right behind him, and gligar perches on his shoulder.

The people are afraid. And well, this is not the best first impresion, but they shouldn't harm a peaceful pokemon! He tries to communicate as such but, the language escapes him, only the most basic of words come to the forefront.

"No hurt friend."

That came louder than he expected, but he's not suprised. He's angry but he should control his volume. He learned some time ago how easily sound creates avalanches.

A muscular man, followed by an elder woman and a teen, break out of the group of terrified people. (Did he do something wrong? Their guards hurt an innocent creature!) They seem to be muttering a word that reminds him of zoroark and zorua, but also brings pain to his head, so he ignores it and tries to appear less hostile. Retracts his wings, but uses them to shield his friends. Passes a berry to machop to eat and heal, which he knows she appreciates.

"Stranger."

It seems that the others finally decided to adress him, so he gives them his full attention and his gaze zeroes on the teen, the one who spoke.

"What are you? What are you doing here?"

Either he misunderstood something, or they're quite rude. Still, after translating the best he can, he answers.

"Me, Ingo. And lost. Help?"

By the looks of the three who came foward, this is going to be a very tedious hassle.

Welp, that's it! Hope you like it! Drew inspiration from this twitter thread too:

[raisans-art]

Does ingo do anything drastic to try and snap Emmet eel out of his funk?

[raisans-art]

May we see more of Giant?

Uuuh have an old reference I don’t think I ever shared

[raisans-art]

hi going feral over brother's starter au. does tyna-mmet retain his human mind and memories?? does he know ingo is his twin? does he ever manage to adequately communicate what happened?? i Must Know

Emmet has all his memories, and cannot communicate his situation with Ingo due to him being a pokemon with no hands orz

[raisans-art]

Brothers starter is so messed up because even in the scenerio that Emmet gets to be human again, hes not been human for at least a decade. Can he even go back to living like that? Hes legally dead, he never finished school or made human connections outside of Ingo and even then the connection between a pokemon and human is far different from two humans. He doesnt really have a reason to try being human again apart from giving ingo back his twin, not even a reason for himself.

You can never go home again.

[raisans-art]

Can I ask about Emmets experience with evolving for the first time? How about when Ingo inevitably needed a pokeball for him?

Only had room to answer the first one =w=

Yeah so. The first evolution didn’t go great

[raisans-art]

ohhhh now I'm curious about Emmet's eelektross evolution. was it a moment of manic frustration "I'm already so far gone, might as well finish the job"? or a more calculated, thought-out reason? seeing how terrified he was after his first evo and what little we know of the aftereffects of his second, I can't help but wonder why he chose to go through with it... :<?

In the beginning, Emmet was vehemently against evolving further. The thought of completely forgetting how to be human? Terrifying to him.

Alas.. that means he’s an unevolved pokemon. While Ingo managed to get through the elite four with Emmet as an Eelektrik, once he started working at gear station…

Ingo needed pokemon that he felt confident in using to help suppress immediately dangerous situations, and he didn’t want his unevolved pokemon getting caught in a bind he can’t muscle his way out of. He just wanted to keep his starter (and in Ingo’s mind, the pokemon that his twin left behind for him) safe.

After a month of being left in the apartment, Emmet finally decided that he needed to evolve, because otherwise he would just keep drifting further away from his brother. He didn’t want to evolve, but he felt like he had to. That conflict of interest still made him depressed post evolution because he didn’t truly want this, and he lost the last shred of humanity that he was clinging to.

Ingo came home to an Eelektross, staring lethargically up at him.

[raisans-art]

If Ingo and Emmet argued beforehand does that mean Ingo thinks Emmets disappearance is his fault?

Oh absolutely gamers. It’s a thought he struggles with for his whole life, but his parents made sure he was able to go to therapy so later in life it’s only the occasional intrusive thought

[raisans-art]

PLEASEEEE he has to be able to communicate with Ingo! 🥲 (fr it's your au tho you don't have to listen to me LOL)

There must be something stupid tynemmet could do that only emmets do!

Thinking his brother is a Pokemon is kinda the last thing he’d think of. Ingo thinks that the tynamo is one emmet befriended

[raisans-art]

Drops GTFO Emmet into your lap like a cat giving you a mouse

Im still learning about the game and trying to play it with some friends so I don’t got much more for you than Emmet is a prisoner

[raisans-art]

Emmett losing humanity? That's depressing but also delicious angst

Very delicious indeed :)

You see, pokemon minds aren’t build to retain the same abilities and faculties as a human mind. While being a Tynamo, Emmet didn’t feel these effects immediately (though his humanity and cognizance began eroding at a slower rate). Due to the drastic metamorphosis of evolution, the process is sped up significantly, losing a large chunk of what made Emmet a human person. Coherence of thought, old muscle memory, memory itself, language comprehension, etc. By the time Emmet is about 3 months into being an Eelektross, his mind has well and truly lost all hold on his experience and ability to be a human being. He’s been a pokemon for far too long for it to matter anyway, and he’s left with the long faded memories of when Ingo and him were brothers and when he walked on legs. Like watching old recordings of yourself, knowing you are fundamentally different from the person in the footage, and you only vaguely remember what it was like to be that small.

Im rambling

Is big sad yes yes

[raisans-art]

Emmet wants to be there for Ingo at every moment, but theres no way he doesnt also go through some serious depression when he finally accepts hes never going to be human again, or get Ingo to recognize him. Ingo must get pretty worried when his starter just starts laying around all day barley eating or acknowledging any attempts to play or train. But Emmet doesnt get therapy because hes just a pokemon :')

Emmet definitely has a hard time grappling with that concept, and his evolution to Eelektross is kinda the final straw for him.