#child ingo

[leilanising]

This is so cringe, but I must post it because I love them <3

@critterbitter I rlly hope you like the fanart :3

[squidthesquidd]

twitter request😎

drayden and the creatures he takes care of

as children emmet and ingo were absolute MENACES

[zephyrrhiesfyrian]

i've had subway boss emmet for barely a week and i would already kill god for him

i like how it's just accepted that emmet has joltiks on his person at all times. i have no idea if there is any canonical precedent for this

drawing joltiks is my new favorite thing

baby want treats

matching with father and uncle

[holorform2009]

Emmet introduced you to one of his little Joltik, you gushed how cute the spider is and asked him if you could hold his pokemon.

He said yes.

Yes you can.

With his Joltik in hand, you feel it's soft body in your palms as you gently pet its back.

Gosh it's so cute! You thought.

Your reaction is what makes him smile wider.

[hoofpeet]

This guy has so many daughters <3

[nartothelar]

he forgot to eat his chicken nuggies

[pillowbugs]

something fishy

(quick emmet doodle to go with his brother)

[bellafragolina]

*Slowly slides into your requests* Hey, saw your requests were open and have a request. You remember the phantump story you wrote a while back? Is it okay if we get a Warden Ingo follow up to that? I can just imagine Ingo returning to his time with this phantump with him. Emmet would be thrilled to have his brother back, but he would notice how subdued he is. He'll notice how protective he is of he phantumb, and how he never battles with it. It would probably take a while, but when Ingo finally says just who the phantumb is he would probably be horrified. That phantumb is his brother's child. His nibling. This is what is left of a young child who died due to being tossed out of the only safe place they had by a bunch of adults looking for a scapegoat. I just think it would be interesting to see how Emmet navigates the whole phantumb situation.

delicious absolutely delicious

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Phantumps. Emmet wracks his brain for information about them. They're not native to Unova, he knows that, but where were they native to again? He remembers a Galarian man with one, and maybe someone from Hoenn too? What had they said, if anything, about the little possessed tree?

It's hard to remember, with the Pokémon stood before him. Ingo's arrival, while celebrated and prayed for, brought many changes to routine. The new Pokémon were one of those changes, and of those new Pokémon, Phantump was the strangest.

Emmet is no stranger to baby Pokémon, what with his collection of Joltiks. But the Joltiks still battle, one another and sometimes even the older mons, to gain experience. Ingo, however, lunges in between whatever Pokémon tries to start a friendly scuffle with the Phantump, sometimes eating moves himself to protect his baby.

It unnerves Emmet. Pokémon are made for battles, they love to battle, and from what he's seen, the Phantump likes to even command battles alongside Ingo. The little Pokémon sat in its own custom baby carrier, strapped to Ingo's chest, cries out and the Pokémon of Ingo's new team listen to it.

So why won't Ingo let it battle?

Why does Ingo treat the little Pokémon like it's his actual, human child?

Emmet drops the spoon he was holding, a shock traveling up his spine, one not from the Joltiks. Ingo glances up from his own bowl, Phantump whining in his lap.

"Emmet?"

Emmet doesn't respond, mind reeling as he begins to remember the little tidbits of Phantump and how they come into the world.

A hand grips his shoulder. Emmet jumps, balking up at Ingo's face all pitched with worry. Ingo can't even ask him what's wrong, for Emmet is whispering to him.

"Phantump was. . ."

Ingo staggers back as though Emmet smacked him. He snaps around, and Phantump coos, still sat on the chair where Ingo left it. It doesn't resist the strong hug Ingo pulls it into, happily nuzzling into his shoulder.

"Phantump was. . ." Emmet tries again, voice barely hanging on. "Was a child. . ."

Ingo's entire being trembles. Though his back is to Emmet, he can still hear the tears that drip from his voice. "They were mine."

The shock of the new information sends Emmet reeling once again.

For all the time that Ingo was gone, surviving somewhere dangerous, it never occurred to Emmet that Ingo might. . . live. Might live his life, make a family, try to make the best of what his fractured memories left of him. To have a child, to have one that is now snuggled into his arms, bark and leaves and spectral limbs. . .

Dragons, Emmet thinks, staring into the peaceful face of the little Pokémon, that's my nibling, that's my family.

Emmet fires to his feet. Ingo whips around to him, stammering out words through his sobs, trying to explain, but Emmet doesn't let him. He hugs his brother, hugs his nibling, hugs his family close to him.

Ingo wails into his shoulder. "Th-they were supposed to protect them. They were su-supposed to take care of them in my stead. I was on a mountain, I was so far away. . . They banished them, Emmet, they banished my baby and they d-di-"

Emmet shushes him. As Ingo sobs, he feels the gentle touch of rough wood on his face. Phantump echoes his cries, sharp and high pitched with a pain he couldn't ever know.

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what fun! i missed writing angst for these boyos!

hope you enjoy! i had a lot of fun writing this one!

~Renee

[raynavan]

i think Ingo deserves to be angry. (seeing red, if you will) (for day 28 of Sept-Ingo: red)

[jenasu]

Jena and Emmet both feed off each other's gremlin energy, do NOT leave them alone unsupervised!!

[peachi-blossom]

My list of Tumblr sexymen and sexyperson character(s) that I am not attracted to

So Tumblr has these sexymen, sexywomen, and sexyperson huh? Well I'ma gonna make a list of Tumblr sexymen and sexyperson (just one) that I am not attracted to. I'm just not into the Tumblr sexyman culture okay?

Here is a list of Tumblr sexyman characters that I am not attracted to regardless of what class they're in, their appearances, personalities, motivations, and backstories they have.

Let's start with Hazbin Hotel because they're all a bunch of Once-lers except for Adam and Zestial.

I am not going to add Sir Pentious onto my list because I only see him as DollCreep...

Now for the ones that I am NOT attracted to that a few or some people are attracted to...

Now for the ones that I can understand why some people are attracted to them, but I just find them cool.

Tomorrow, I'm going to create a list of Tumblr sexymen and sexyperson character(s) that I consider them memelords.

[leviathiane]

messy quick doodle bc this comment made me laugh 

[battle-of-mid]

Who's the least deserving of the hype? Who shows up way too fucking often on your feed and you're sick if it because this is literally just some fucking man? It's time to make the italian and the italian-americans fight to the death.

[writing-time-bitches]

Onward! // Submas drabble

Based on this post by @critterbitter ! Go check it out. Now. 🔫😐

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Zephyr loved his job. He loved being a subway conductor even if the workplace was at times subpar with its safety. Sure the rails needed to be redone, sure the AC sometimes shorted out, and sure people tended to battle on it a few too many times per day but by Arceus’ eighteen plates did he adore the Unovan subway.

The one thing that could possibly outdo his love for trains and railways are children. And there’s a certain trio of kids that come by every time, without fail, when his train comes to a stop in Nimbasa City. They loved the trains almost as much as Zephyr did, particularly the twins. The Sinnohan girl and her Blitzle were quiet, likely due to her language barrier, but they always seemed to be just as excitable.

It was commonplace by now for Zephyr and the kids to exchange greetings when they entered his train. And recently, the Sinnohan has been speaking more too! Zephyr would be lying if he said he didn’t feel like a proud father.

The kids, now with a new companion in the form of dwebble that relaxed in the blitzle’s bags, were seen commonly working on homework when the train was moving. School was starting up again since the summer has drawn to a close. The twins, especially Ingo, would often help their foreign friend with her Galarian and homework.

And today they seemed particularly determined though…

“Right on schedule, Mr. Zephyr!” Emmet and Ingo shouted in tandem, ending off with their hellos. Elesa waved with a grin and their pokemon did the same. Zephyr couldn’t help but let a smile slip through his stoic work facade as he tipped his gray hat at them. They hurriedly approached the subway doors exchanging friendly nods when they entered.

“Oh, by the way…” Zephyr rummaged through his coat pockets and produced four clear plastic bags that were tied with a cute yellow. Blitzle perked and brayed excitedly as he recognized one of the bags’ contents,”I remember you mentioning what treats your pokemon liked so my husband and I made some for you! I apologize if their not the best, I’m not exactly a baker… the sugar cubes are infused with lemon.” Zephyr mentioned, scratching at his growing stubble with an air sheepishness.

Elesa’s and Emmet’s grins grew wider and Ingo produced one of his signature odd Purloin-like smiles. Elesa bowed,”Arigatou! Thank you Mr. Zephyr!” Blitzle drew his lips back in an excited snarl as he sniffed at the bag of sugar, Elesa laughed and sat down in one of the seats close to the door he stood at. The twins were quick to follow her lead.

Zephyr loaded on more passengers, punching their tickets and all, requesting all pokemon larger 3ft be returned to their pokeballs unless they are medically trained. Once the last person was onboard he turned to the twins behind him, and as if they had used Foresight, they turned at the same time. Zephyr didn’t have to say anything they were already jumping to their feet.

Zephyr crouched down and turned on his radio,”Attention all passengers, Line 6 is now departing.” He held the black box towards the boys who screamed into the radio,”ALL ABOOOOAARD!”

All three of them snickered at the yelps and curses of surprises that echoed both within and outside the train. Elesa cackled at a group of teens who turned to glare daggers at Zephyr and the boys while holding their ears.

Emmet grinned with a mischievous triumph, foot tapping,”I am Emmet. I will never grow tired of that.” Ingo nodded in agreement,”Indeed, we owe a gratuitous debt for the times you’ve allowed us to send this train off.”

Zephyr gave a mere chuckle and stood up, straightening his coat,”Ah it’s no big deal. By the way,” he turned to his little passengers,”where are you headed off to this time?”

“Route 10.” Came the synchronized answer. Zephyr’s pale blue eyes widened before a worried frown found its place on his face,”Route 10? Are you sure? You know the cliffs are unstable there… and it right next to the League, plenty of powerful pokemon will be there.” All three nodded their heads, Ingo piped up seemingly having predicted the conductor’s hesitancy,”We are well aware of that. We plan to strictly stay on Boufallant herding trails and on designated hiking trails. And,” he spared a withering glance at his brother,”we will run and hide at the sight of any overly-strong pokemon.” Emmet shrunk at at the glare and exaggerated words,”I am Emmet. I prrrromise to follow the rules.”

Zephyr bite his lip, unconsciously running his hand through the thick brown curled locks of hair under his hat, a few strands fell into his eyes as he glanced between his young passengers,”Are you sure…? Are you going to tell your uncle where you’re going at least?”

Emmet and Elesa gave a shug while Ingo nodded,”That is the first thing we will do when we reach Opelucid. Right Emmet? Elesa?” Under the glare of the eldest twin the two electric-type enthusiasts were quick to nod. Satisfied with their compliance he turned to the other with complete self-assuredness and confidence.

Still, Zephyr couldn’t help but feel a little responsible.

“What if I came with you for part of the hike?” He offered. The trio blinked, apparently having not anticipated that response. Elesa was first to recover,”No need! We handle ourselves perfectly good!” She tried, her Sinnohan accent thick upon her clumsy tongue. Emmet nodded, with his little tynamo sparking,”I am Emmet! Thank you for the offer but no thank you.”

When Ingo hadn’t responded as well the two looked at him with a badly hidden pleas. Ingo, being the ever so responsible young man he was bite the side of cheek in consideration,”… I would not be opposed to the notion…” at that the litwick atop his hat started spewing words a mile-a-minute. Zephyr had no clue what she was saying but from Ingo’s grimace it seemed like something of a scolding. Ingo picked up his ghostly friend and muttered something in argument but the litwick was not hearing it.

Sighing in a dramatic defeat he looked up at the grown he had grown to trust sadly,”I must apologize, it would seem the party’s against a chaperone.” Elesa and Ememt and their pokemon gave a not-so-quiet cheer for independence while Ingo sat in remorseful silence. Zephyr sighed through his nose but gave an understanding smile,”It’s ok, I understand. You’re all growing up to be young adults now, it’s only expected you’d want to go off alone. But promise me one thing, you’ll call your uncle once you’ve reached Route 10’s entrance and when you get back to the city ok?” At that everyone nodded (Litwick gave a begrudging accepting nod and pouted; she will always crave independency and chaos) and Zephyr smiled.

“Good. I hope to see you soon when you’re done.”

Emmet tapped his foot nervously against the cold pavement of the station. Night was starting to fall and the Line 6 train has not arrived yet. Similarly Elesa had begun to pace around the small bench they were seated on, chewing on her already short nails.

Emmet leaned back and complained to his friend,”When is train gonna get heeeeerrrrugh.” He drawled, swinging his legs as he tilted his head to look at his brother who was busy trying to find out why their train was so late. Emmet didn’t like this. Line 6 was never late. Never. Zephyr would never let the subway be so late, especially when he and his friends were supposed to board. Litwick was unusually quiet too, she would definitely be complaining loudly by now but she was statue still as if her wax had cooled off and quiet as the stale wind in the tunnel they were in.

His and Ingo’s moms must be worrying. They should’ve been home by now…

Where the hell was Line 6?

A soft choked gasp erupted unbidden from his brother. Straightening with alarm he and Elesa turned to the eldest of the three,”Ingo? What’s wrong?” Ingo, face sucked pale as the snow that surrounded Iccirus City, turned to face his companions. Emmet felt the unease that was already bubbling in his stomach rise to just underneath his skin at the horrified and grief-stricken look on Ingo’s face. What happ—

“Line 6… had a derailment.”

Two days after the reported crash, the Nimbasan kids stood at the edge of a gathered group of mourners. Their pokemon were tucked in their pokeballs today.

The sun beat down on the group in an almost mockingly cheerful way. Elesa wished the scenery was like what it was in movies. Clouds should be covering the sun, the threat of rainfall thick in the air and congested with sombre music. Not the energetic chirping of pidoves, the yawns of sewaddles and swadloons or the cheerful floating of nearby whismsicott.

It should be depressing. Not single sound should be heard but the barely contained sniffles and sobs of the grieving.

Elesa glanced at the tombstone’s writing: Here lies Zephyr Harrison, loving son, brother and husband. 19xx - 19xx.

Elesa quickly has to look away, hands gripping each other tightly enough that she could feel her nails dig into her skin. She couldn’t bear to think about the kind train conductor who smiled at her proudly whenever she spoke a sentence in galarian, or the man who had given all of them tailor-made gray conductor hats that matched his. She couldn’t bear to think of the man who felt like a doting older brother or a second father.

Next to her Emmet was swaying a little too hard, almost tipping to fall on his face one too many times, and staring— no, glaring— at the earth beneath him like it had wronged him in some inexcusable way. His smile was no where to be seen, replaced by a tight, wobbly straight line instead. His eyes were misty with unshed tears.

Ingo wasn’t much better. His face was schooled into a mask of indifference as he stared distantly past the grave and stock still like a statue. The only thing that told you he was alive was the uneven and short breaths he was taking, as if trying to not burst into fat ugly tears.

To be honest, Elesa was trying to not do the same. She never noticed how constant Zephyr was in their lives until he was 6 feet in the ground. Her mind couldn’t stop replaying all the little moments she had shared with the older man, his fond smiles and the proud glimmer in his eyes, other tics the man had. Like adjusting his hat just before leaving to the control car, or carting his hand through his hair, or how his eye twitched every time he dealt with a Karen on his train. The slightly off-center quirked lips in his teethy grins.

Grief burrowed itself deeper in her heart when she realized she was never going to feel Zephyr’s hand ruffled her hair with unsaid affection.

Elesa was going to miss Zephyr.

The twins were going to miss Zephyr.

[holorform2009]

Lost and Found

You are lost in a subway, and you see two identical twin in front of you. You ran up to them and asked to help you.

Would they help you?

Or

Straight up adopt you. (Cough cough— Ingo I see you— cough cough)

[egginfroggin]

Running gag in Iced Tracks where every photo/portrait/painting of Ingo and Zisu has Zisu wearing a full suit of armor that shows no skin or defining features. It's impossible to tell if there's anyone in there.

This becomes a bit that is committed to to the extent of people not actually being sure if they actually have a queen, or if the "wedding" was a stunt to get nobles to stop sending their daughters to make eyes at Ingo, and their current king actually has no wife at all.

Ignore the red-haired silver-eyed extremely loud little children running around those totally aren't his and his supposed "wife's," those are adopted. They aren't blood heirs.

(Cue Ingo insisting that yes of course these are his children, whose else would they be, as he pats the shoulders of two of the kids, then gestures to the other two and says "these two are adopted")

(Do not imply to a man who has borne witness to the birth of his children that no, those aren't of your blood)

("Oh so my wife was playing a bit, then" "Majesty, some people don't think you have a wife --" "Then who on earth is that woman I see every day and night? I doubt I could hallucinate such a beauty")

(Zisu is losing it off to the side)

Basically, Emmet and Evelyn are the normal couple, Ingo and Zisu are full of shenanigans and go down in history as the absolute happiest couple and also the one that caused the most distress in their panel of advisors