#oblivious Ingo is best Ingo

[sneasler-and-weavile]

I do support the idea Melli is in love with Ingo, Ingo is oblivious as fuck

mellingo love story aww 💜🖤

[gogo-gogurtman]

Oh, Darling of Mine!

Do you want to know what’s it like to have the Subway Masters crush on you? How they’d act when they catch a glimpse of you in the crowd? It was about time Cupid’s arrow struck these workaholic train men!

👉 Contains: SFW fluff, separate headcanons, Ingo x Reader, Emmet x Reader

🌙 I just wanted to write about how giddy the Subway Masters get every time they see their sweetie heart :)

🖤 ▵ 🔲 𝓘𝓷𝓰𝓸 🔲 ▵ 🖤

When love hits Ingo, it takes him a while to realize that these feelings aren’t purely platonic.

It’s either because he’s oblivious or inexperienced with romance.

Doesn’t matter though, because when he first starts to feel that pull towards you, he just knows that he always wants to be near you.

Ingo wants to be your friend so bad! But he didn’t know how to ask without it sounding like a business proposal.

Emmet had to ask for him and initiate the friendship. He was so forward with it, too. Ingo nearly pulled the breaks on the conversation because he was so red and flustered over how his brother put him in the spotlight like that.

Ingo thinks you’re cool. Your job? Interesting. Your stories? Pleasant to hear. Your Pokémon? Absolutely stunning and asks if you want to have a group play date.

Despite this all, he still manages to keep that frowny face. It’s kinda uncanny with him speaking nothing but goodness over you while wearing that frown but it’s charming.

Especially in the moments where his eyes softens and the ends of his lips curls upwards. Aren’t you lucky? His cat-like smile was only reserved for his family and close friends.

Every time he catches a glimpse of a color you frequently wear, his head immediately snaps up to see if it was you in the crowd.

His frown somehow deepens when it’s not you.

Ingo is such a gentleman! The type of guy to give you his coat on chilly days, open any doors for you and pull out chairs, keeping you close to him as he navigates through busy areas….

Basically, I’m a believer that’s he’s an old fashioned guy. An odd, old fashioned guy (and we love that <3)

Great man with great life advice. He’s got you when you need them (not for romantic advice lmao)

But like his speech, his advice includes heavy train analogy 🚂

If you’re sensitive to loud noises, he’ll make the effort to lower his voice around you.

Doesn’t realize that half the things he’s done for you can be considered romantic.

He really hopes that you will challenge the battle lines! If you make it to his cart, he would shower you and your team with loud praises and show you his best self when battling.

Ingo would even research your preferred Pokémon typing and interests. He’ll even give you advice of some strategies and be an active listener when you talk about your likes.

He would start to offer you potions and berries.

For a while, he puts up this friendly and professional front. He doesn’t want you to think less of him if you see his mask slip.

Like many, I headcanon him as the older twin, so he does harbor insecurities such as bottling his emotions to appear more “reliable” and feeling like it’s expected of him to make sacrifices for everyone.

If you offer him your shoulder to cry on and give him promises of being there for him, he would feel so relieved. It would touch him to know that you don’t mind him without his mask.

Mans so stiff. But he would like to slow dance with you.

He gets caught up in that daydream every time he catches the speakers playing classical or love songs at the station.

Keeps mental tabs on your favorites. Window shopping for Ingo will never be the same (He once stood outside of a display for twenty minutes debating whether or not he should get you an item he’d think you’d like.)

You’re just his favorite person (that isn’t his brother or Elesa)

As his feelings for you grow, he will call you by your name less and start picking up nicknames like “Dear” and “Dearest”. He did, on one occasion before confessing, let a “sweetheart” slip out. When you caught that, Ingo was not looking at you as he was busy hiding his red face behind his hat.

The day Ingo realized that friends shouldn’t be this affectionate and that he liked you, it hit him like a train.

Though, he accepted it quick, and changed tracks so he can see if there was a chance that you’d feel the same.

But by that point, his love for you grows to be too much. His heart yearns for yours, his soul aching to merge the tracks of life with yours.

With a pleasant restaurant marked down for later and his brother giving him a supportive slap on the back, Ingo faces you and in his own, loud, conductor-esque way, tells you how much he loves you. Do you feel the same?

🤍 ▿ 🔳 𝓔𝓶𝓶𝓮𝓽 🔳 ▿ 🤍

Love? Ha. No.

He acknowledges that you’re attractive. He acknowledges that he may harbor a crush on you.

But the minute Emmet feels his crush solidifying into an infatuation, he’s at war. He’s in denial about that.

Emmet loves to see your face, especially your smile with matching bright eyes.

He tries extra hard to be the main reason for your smile.

If you battle, most likely every time he sees you he’ll demand a battle. Get those handy dandy potions ready because he is still not going easy on you.

If anything, Emmet goes all out on your battles. An excuse to show off his skills and Pokémon. But if you lose, he doesn’t get in your face about it. He would praise both you and your Pokémon’s efforts and share some battling advice. He would also offer you potions and berries.

A favorite of his is spending time with you talking about strategies and both of your Pokémon teams. Think of all the combinations! Emmet would still enjoy it if you just listened to him as well.

Emmet also likes listening to you too! Your rambles are verrrry interesting!

Definitely look into your interests in his free time. He wants to be the best conversation person!

Also, gossip bestie. He likes a good gossip session 💅

Somehow, he always manages to spook you when he suddenly appears at your side. For someone with long strides, he’s pretty quiet.

It’s just that every time he spots you in the crowd, he immediately b-lines towards you. One time, it took Ingo ten minutes to realize that Emmet wasn’t walking with him anymore and had stop to talk with you.

Has a tendency to drag you around when he’s excited. Doesn’t realize it until you say something and completely do a 180. AKA, he completely removes himself from you and pretends that nothing happened.

Mans got a bad case of cuteness aggression. Why??? Are??? You??? so??? CUTE????

Replays your conversations in his head all day. Files any important details away in his mind for safe keeping. Emmet also tends to daydream about future conversations and how to wow you.

On that topic, also daydreams about successfully sweeping you off your feet.

He would like very much to go on different outings with you. It also just be a simple walk and it’s be enough for him.

When he gets offered sweets, instead of saving them for his brother, he would now offer them to you if you’d enjoy confectioneries (Ingo cannot know about this betrayal)

His signature smile does get a bit wobbly and rosey when he interacts with you.

Emmet also teases you. It can be by flirting or playful jabs. He likes to see all the expressions he can pull from you.

He’s very physically affectionate. Squishing your cheeks, full on hugs that squeezes the air out of your lungs, doing that hold holding thing where he swings your intertwined hands to match his strides.

Emmet would also respect it if you didn’t want to be touched. Last thing he wants to do is to make you uncomfortable.

You need an opinion? Emmet is as blunt and honest as an old woman. He will say that outfit does not look right and save you from a wardrobe malfunction. But he will tell you when something looks great.

His compliments are straightforward, you may end up with a red face.

His brutal honesty is also good for snapping you out of delulu land. He really doesn’t intend on making you feel bad, he just wants to help.

He doesn’t tell anyone, but when his feelings grow genuine, he has self-deprecating thoughts over how this friendship is an elaborate cruel prank of yours.

You can’t possibly enjoy his presence that much. Doesn’t he get annoying? Doesn’t he get too rude or too pushy with battles? Doesn’t his train talk get tiring?

Emmet thinks of himself as the weirder one of the twins. There’s not a lot of people approaching them with a genuine friendship, much less with him.

As the younger brother, he tends to downplay his misfortune and shut himself out when he’s going through something. He doesn’t want to add on any more burdens to Ingo.

But with you, you make him feel safe to act like himself. You make sure to let him know that he doesn’t need to cut out parts of himself to make you enjoy his company.

After hearing that, he decided that he can’t have you disappear from his life. You’re verrry important to him, now.

The Joltiks, man. You will find some stowaways on you, either by their own choosing or Emmet planting them on you.

Gets more starry eyed if you baby them like he would. The Joltiks are a testament to see if you’re a Real One.

Affectionately would call you “Dear”, “Darling”, or when you two are dating, “Baby”.

Emmet likes upbeat music. When he hears it, he feels like dancing. He imagines dancing with you and swinging you around and around.

Your giggles would be music to his ears. Don’t be shy now, he wants to hear how happy you are with him.

At some point, he comes to terms with the fact that he’s fallen in love with you. You, his friend that doesn’t shame him for being himself and being his rock.

There was no planning, no prolonging when he realizes this. Because when the two of you are enjoying a moment together, Emmet holds you close and tells you he loves you.

His pretty darrrling, would you like to be his?

[egginfroggin]

Imagine...

Emmet is transported to Hisui.

He became five or six years old.

When he comes back, Ingo learns that he will now become a father.

Extremely late answer, sorry, Anon.

I feel that Arceus would get punched by a very irate Subway Boss in that scenario, I love it.

This has spawned many words in the master document, as my brain has decided to positively gnaw on this idea, and alas, nothing is finished yet, so have a bit of worldbuilding and some drawings in the meantime.

Worldbuilding and close-ups under the cut, and please click on the images for better quality.

And again, thank you so much for the ask, Anon, this was really fun! ^^

Pencil sketches:

first doodle of the Little Guy

height comparisons to further emphasize the "Little" part of the Little Guy

a) Akari and Rei making the mistake of turning their backs on Emmet for 0.5 seconds as he notices something off-camera b) the twins continuing to talk, oblivious to Emmet's act of absconding c) the twins turning around to talk to their teeny charge d) swift baseball bat of Realization at the Emmet-shaped absence in their immediate vicinity

Pen sketches (part of a page of sketches that were otherwise unrelated, hence the numbering):

3. a very happy lil man, despite the oversized hat 4. he skrungle scribble 5. who's he looking at? who knows

Digital art:

Emmet craves violence. Akari and Rei are used to this (featuring: probably the best expressions I've ever drawn)

he's a bit older now, but still smaller than his evolved starter; Typhlosion can tell his soul is older, but he is physically small, so she abuses his lack of height to shower him in affection

an internal mess of conflicting instincts, thoughts, and emotional maturity, but Arceus's plan is set in motion, and there's nothing Emmet can do about it

Worldbuilding:

Emmet got shrunk on his way to Hisui, due to the Rift's distorted power affecting him on the way out; he lands on Prelude Beach, drowning in his Depot Agent uniform now that he is teeny tiny

Arceus, panicking a little bit, communicates more directly with Emmet, urging him along on his mission

Emmet's memories are messed up, and his conduct is an odd combination of a child and an adult. By which I mean he can be disconcertingly clever and mature, but also the poutiest little guy with a habit of crying

Young age plus being overwhelmed plus stress equals one mute boi; this does not change his penchant for causing Problems

Jubilife is a lot more lenient with him because of how young he is, but Laventon, Cyllene, and Kamado suspect that he isn't supposed to be like this due to how he was found

Emmet is in an awkward position as far as finding living conditions go, being too odd for most parents to want to take in but also much too young to live on his own

Akari and Rei are assigned babysitters. Let the stressing and development of gray hairs commence

Emmet is Perfectly Behaved and causes no Problems at all, of course, why would he? Why would he?

(He bolts for the gates the moment Akari opens the door in the morning) (Ress caught him)

After sending Emmet home, Arceus shortly feels a distinct feeling of being in danger

After finding out that his brother has been shrunk and not fixed, Ingo fixes metaphorical (and perhaps literal) crosshairs on the back of Arceus's head

Arceus may be in danger

Close-ups of the digital art:

(Program used for the digital sketches: Krita; time taken: about 90 minutes)

Thank you for reading all of this! I hope you have a wonderful, blessed day. :>

[icys-junkyard]

What if the Depot agents knew (partner bond AU) and were just really good at pretending to be oblivious? I just think it'd be funny. Like.

"There's Boss Emmet, he's accidentally tased a guy and is trying the Joltik excuse again. Sure we "believe" him. Why not. Let's drag the (unconscious) body to the hospital real quick."

And:

"Boss Ingo has once again failed to realise that he's set himself on fire. Again. I should comment on something smelling smoky so he might catch on before some random commuter panics."

Also, I feel bad for the poor worker who has to edit out any and all instances of Ingo and Emmet having superpowers from the security camera footage. An unsung hero. Because I doubt those two would even think about checking for cameras. (Most people forget they exist entirely, to be fair.)

(I know this isn't technically a question, so once more, feel free to not percieve me.)

long answer (and doodle) under the cut!

As mentioned before, the depot agents do have more concerning and sometimes weirder things to deal with than whatever the heck is going on with the Subway Bosses... but that doesn't mean they're totally oblivious!

There's some plausible deniability if the bosses have a pokemon with them, or if there's something that could be brushed off as a coincidence or the viewers' eyes playing tricks on them. No big deal!

But when it's a depot agent that has been working at the station for a long while... it adds up. It definitely can't get written off when you see something strange every few weeks and never get a straight answer about it. Over and over. For years. The veterans know not to make a big deal out of it (and the newbies who keep asking end up conveniently transferred to a different station a train stop or two away).

Ingo and Emmet themselves aren't oblivious to their slip-ups. They keep themselves well-disciplined when in the crowds of commuters of course, almost never showing anything visual, but when they relax a bit alone in their train cars? When they're in the employee-only areas? That's the Prime Time to accidentally get a peek of what's really going on. A slight change of appearance, an inexplicable change in temperature, an odd high static field with no pokemon in sight, a phrase spoken to the other that sounds decidedly unlike something a normal human would say.

Ingo and Emmet know some agents are aware of something weird happening, and that there's some (incorrect) theories shared in the break room. How could they not notice when the new hires are openly curious, and the veterans are seemingly oblivious to the things any newbie can spot?

I do think, though, that the bosses somewhat trust those "oblivious" older hires to keep quiet about everything. They do their absolute best to keep it subtle and trust that those agents are willing and able to cover for them despite the questions. They won't ever tell them if it can be helped, but they do rely on the insiders of Gear Station staff to keep things safely under wraps!

(There are definitely some shenanigans between the bosses and agents who are aware; some inside jokes and teasing directed at both sides, some vague and mutually sus conversations where neither are sure if the other party knows they know they know.)

[dragonanon]

“Lmao this is nothing; my ghost crocodile will send his bird to set you on fire if he decides he doesn’t like you. :)”

“I’m sorry your WHAT??!”

A random thought bought upon the one prompt where Emmet implied that even he gets floated away by Ingo's jealous Chandelure sometimes. I can picture Ingo getting together with his s/o, but being a bit nervous of how they will react to his Chandelure's jealous tendencies. Some have not reacted well to it. However, his worries are quickly put to rest when he sees you react to them rather well. You only smile and comment on how much his Pokémon loves him. Whenever she floats you away you just laugh it off. You aren't bothered by any of it, and while Ingo is thankful that his beloved is so understanding he can't help but wonder why you are so patient. When asked you just laugh, and say "Oh, you haven't met my Chandelure yet. They do the exact same thing." And a few nights later after he has met his s/o's Chandelure he finds himself being floated out of the bedroom because his s/o's Chandelure is jealous and wants to cuddle their trainer. As he's floated out all he can think is "Oh, so this is what it feels like." Don't know why I just find the idea of Ingo being on the receiving end of jealous ghost shenanigans to be really funny. It being a Chandelure causing it would be even funnier to me, but honestly any ghost Pokémon would work.

Ingo finally experiencing the eternal suffering of a jealous Chandelure and being slightly hurt about being unable to befriend a beloved ghost type. He is going to desperately try to befriend the ghost. He knows what they like, it should be easy! (It is not easy.)

djsjdjd with like Erin, I can imagine Ingo actually getting so frustrated and upset when s/o's Chandelure tries to float the boy away from him like his does to s/o.

Also, a possible Chandelure alliance or rivalry. They two ghost types are either aiding each other in letting them cling to their trainer or brawling to death for daring to do such a thing their trainer lmao

[r0-boat]

*slams fists on table* I MADE IT!!!!! And I’m being basic!!! Thoughts on vampire submas?????

One steaming hot plate of headcannons

Here we go

Vampire Submas

Sfw but slightly suggestive

Vampires don't actually need sleep the twins can go days without sleeping, why do you think Gear Station is always open? Although sleep is a relaxing past time they don't need it.

The twins would probably have to hide in regular Society since there is a negative stigma against vampires.

Elesa it's the only one that knows bring a half vampire.

That's until when you came along, your so sweet to them when you smell so good and aah. Suddenly their urges are harder to control.

They can't help but fall more and more in love even though the feelings inside scare them knowing that you could be just like everybody else and be disgusted at who they are.

Their unbeating heart skipping a beat when you laugh at their terrible jokes or Goofy antics but they fear that wants you know you'll never see them again.

They're oblivious but they're not stupid. They know you have feelings for them too. They can hear your heart beat faster when you go near them, the way you give them a longing gaze and a soft smile. You cute cheeks Flushing when you see them and you even tried to shy away once you noticed you have their full attention.

Ingo

Has sworn never to bite or sink his teeth into a person. His whole life is lived off of blood bags while it quells his thirst. It doesn't satisfy his instincts. His instincts to hunt

His urges only get stronger and stronger, not that he minds. Ingo always had good self-control... until you walked right past him... Yes... that's all it took. The sweet scent of your blood was something he'd never smelled before. So lovely, so captivating, his knees grew weak as he fell into the floor. Worried, you tried to help him up and go quickly declined, picking himself up, his face turning red, afraid that he might pounce on you so much as brush against him.

His inner Instinct stir within him. A beast that laid dormant for all these years, finally threatening to break free.

His once pure clean mine now running rampant with thoughts of ravaging you and tasting your blood for the first time, drinking you till you can't move. While his hands roam your body.

A black scaly demon on his shoulders piercing red eyes beckoning him to taste you. Taste his first fill of fresh human blood.

He's not sure how long he can fight back.

He could never do that to you. He could never press you against the wall giving you no chance of escape before going in and biting hard into your skin; he could never sink his face into your shoulder as a way of marking you and feeding himself.

The fears of you pushing away from him and disappearing from him haunts his nightmares.

Emmet

Emmet always stays true to himself. He wants to finally find someone he can be open too. No more hiding who he is.

However, it's not like he can blame them. Vampires are creatures of the night and, in a way, prey on humans.

He tries to live off blood bags however it's not the same something straight from their prey. If humans don't care about him, why should he care about their comfort?

Mostly only drinks the blood of rule Breakers.( they'll never break a single rule in the subway again)

Emmet wants to let the secret out to you as soon as possible. He wants you to love him, all of him, blood-sucking fangs and all.

Emmet finds humans cute they're small and weak, like a feisty little kitten.

Emmet feels sort of possessive over you. He's unsure if that's the vampire inside him yelling at him to hold you close in case something steals his meal/mate from him.

Sure, he does has his own urges; he tries to stifle a whimper every time he feels your heartbeat, your sweet blood underneath this thin layer of skin. But he admits he is not as bad as Ingo.

In the end he just wants what's best for him and his brother. He'll treasure and protect you like his family because you are!

----

To a surprise and no one besides the twins you end up accepting then being vampires in fact you seem to really enjoy that idea.

Ingo Beyond flushed his breath shaking when you ask him to take a drink from you. He tries to hold back when his teeth pierced your skin but he falls apart quickly. Moaning against your shoulder growling "mine"in other words you can't quite hear

Emmet is ecstatic immediately coming in to hug and kiss you. He doesn't have to hide from the people he loves anymore. He doesn't have to pretend.

You feel his tongue in your mouth, his face against your lips. The warmth breaks it for a second just to ask, "Wanna taste you, please? Just one sip?" Maybe Emmet had some ulterior motives after all; he still loves you, though, with all his heart.

In fact, Ingo finally tastes you for the first time, his eyes rolling back; he grabs you firmly and holds you in place. It took everything in him to pull away before he got to Ravenous. It's not enough. He needs more, and not just your blood

If the twins smell your blood from anywhere they are immediately on alert what if you hurt yourself? What if someone is hurting you?!

The twins taking no mercy to other vampires or people if they harm you. They swear if they break one little hair on your head, you'll be their next meal.

[coramatus]

Black Reshiram AU - part 3

Part 1 - Part 2

Emmet has to take a few days off work. The revelations that Ingo shared were just too much.

He spends the time cuddling his and his brother’s Pokémon teams. The gathered Pokémon do their best to take care of him in turn, keeping him fed and functional. They can do little more than watch in sadness as he cries.

To know that he was so close to getting his brother back, only to lose him to the machinations of higher powers…

It’s not fair… why did they both have to suffer for another’s amusement?

If Emmet ever meets Reshiram, he’ll… Well, he won’t be able to do anything really. But he’ll certainly give that feathery jerk a piece of his mind, Legendary Unovan dragon or not! And to think he liked Reshiram too!

It’s a lot to reconcile.

He wonders how Ingo is doing…

Ingo is not faring much better. He hides away in a cave, curled up in his dragon form, struggling to come to terms with his new reality.

But it feels impossible. Anger and guilt keep bubbling up, constantly reminding him of the unfairness of it all. Why should he have to suffer for the poor choices of others?

But that’s not fair either.

Everyone made the choices they thought best. His parent did it out of a love so misguided and oblivious that only a near-immortal could conceive it. And the old Ingo hadn’t known the full picture before agreeing to essentially die.

Current Ingo didn’t ask for any of this. He’d been perfectly happy living as a dragon, doing whatever he pleased. And now he’s stuck with a mess he didn’t even cause.

But Ingo is not so heartless as to be blind to the greatest victim in all of this:

Emmet.

Ingo’s heart aches at the thought of his once brother left all alone, going through life with half his soul ripped out. He had no voice in the matter and yet he still lost half of his world. Emmet deserves better. He deserves his Ingo, whole and home again. He doesn’t deserve some sad echo of his dead brother. Perhaps he would heal with time, but to even make him suffer through that pain in the first place is unconscionable.

Ingo doesn’t want to abandon Emmet.

But it’s better for everyone if Ingo stays away. He’ll only complicate and confuse things with his identity issues. This mess doesn’t need new layers of mistakes added on top.

Yet he still has no idea what he truly wants out of all this.

Ingo shifts and catches sight of Chandelure’s ball tucked in a safe corner. The urge to talk to someone suddenly proves too strong and without thinking, he releases her.

Chandelure pops out looking a bit rough around the edges, her flames dimmer and glass cloudier than it should be. Her eyes grow wide upon seeing him, her glass ringing out in surprise at the black dragon laying before her.

“…hello,” Ingo awkwardly greets her, lowering his head to her level.

Chandelure stares at him long and hard before asking, “…Ingo?? Is that you?”

Ingo winces and sadly informs her of his circumstances, that he’s just her trainer’s reincarnation and not the actual person she knew.

Chandelure floats over him, carefully scrutinizing his massive feathered form. Reincarnation certainly explains why his soul is in a dragon’s body now.

Ingo tries to argue, but Chandelure doesn’t care as she happily cuddles up against his feathery cheek. To her, Ingo is still Ingo even if he is a Legendary Pokémon now.

Her words remind him of his parent’s odd reassurance over a century ago, that he is Ingo no matter what. Now that he knows what his parent meant, it makes even less sense.

“I don’t understand. I have the old Ingo’s memories but… but they just don’t fit anymore. It feels wrong… like I stole his place.”

“That’s not how I see it,” Chandelure hums. “At your core, you’re still that little boy who caught me as a Litwick all those years ago.”

Ingo winces, “Then, why doesn’t it feel like that?”

Chandelure sighs sadly, but with understanding, “Reincarnation is tricky, even for ghosts. But sometimes bonds can transcend lifetimes. Maybe a bit more literally in your case.”

Ingo isn’t what to make of all this. Everything was dumped on him so suddenly; he isn’t ready for any of it.

Chandelure senses his distress and presses him to talk to Emmet again. She knows how desperately Emmet has missed Ingo. And it's clear to her that even with the reincarnation, part of Ingo desperately misses Emmet too.

Though he can’t deny it, Ingo is still reluctant. He doesn’t think that’s fair to Emmet. It’ll only confuse things between them. He just can’t be Emmet’s brother. He’s physically not that person anymore.

Why not? Chandelure points out that Emmet’s soul is still linked to Ingo’s, there’s nothing stopping them from forging a new bond. It doesn’t have to be that of siblings; they can still be friends, can’t they?

But Ingo still worries. It can’t be that simple… Emmet probably hates him for what he stands for…

At this, Chandelure bonks his snout with a sconce. Emmet doesn’t have a single hateful bone in his body! He is upset and he is hurting, but there is absolutely no way that he hates dragon Ingo. Emmet wouldn’t have given him her ball if he were that upset.

Besides, Ingo is hurting just as much. He needs someone besides just her to be there for him.

Ingo considers Chandelure’s words. He isn’t sure if she’s right, if Emmet would want him in his life at all. But she has a point. Moping in a cave won’t give him answers. If Ingo talks to Emmet, if he gets that ultimate rejection… at least then he’ll know he can move on from his past life completely.

With a soft sigh, Ingo shifts back to his human form. Chandelure floats up to him and he presses his forehead against her glass globe. He agrees to go back to see Emmet. Possibly for the last time. But he has an odd feeling that won’t be the case.

Four days after Ingo’s last visit, Emmet gets a knock at the door. He’s still shaken up and not feeling particularly sociable but answers it nonetheless.

He’s surprised at what he finds.

He hadn’t expected to see Ingo again. At all.

Ingo looks just as tired and miserable as Emmet. His black, feathered dress is a ruffled mess. He keeps his gaze lowered, ashamed.

“…you came back,” is all Emmet can say, clear shock coloring his otherwise dull, hoarse voice.

Ingo visibly winces and says with an uncharacteristic softness, “I… I wanted to talk to you.”

Part of Emmet’s spirit lifts with hope but the more realistic side of him knows better. If Ingo wanted to come back, he’d have said so already. What Ingo wants from him this time, he has no clue. But Emmet is patient and lets Ingo in. He has to hold himself back from simply clinging to Ingo as hard as he can.

Though Emmet is encouraged to see Chandelure hovering at Ingo’s side, her flames burning much brighter than before. She gently bumps her glass against Emmet’s forehead in a familiar act of comfort and he closes his eyes, leaning into her touch. With that, he follows Ingo to the kitchen table.

Their talk is an uncomfortable one.

Ingo speaks first. He expresses his hopes that Emmet can offer some insights as to their next steps. Does he want to be brothers again? Does he want Ingo out of his life? There’s so many ways to move forward but Ingo doesn’t have a clue which tracks to follow.

But all his questions do is uncover the uncertainty that Emmet feels. In growing frustration, Emmet openly admits that he doesn’t know the right choice any more than Ingo’s parent did. Hell, he knows even less about whether or not there is a right choice!! As Emmet starts to break down and cry, he buries his face in his hands, whimpering that all he knows is that he is so tired of being by himself.

Without another word, Ingo steps forward and wraps Emmet up in a hug. Emmet sobs and hugs Ingo back, practically collapsing in his arms. As they sit there embracing each other, Ingo decides that maybe this is enough to start with.

That night, Ingo stays by Emmet’s side, gently comforting him to the best of his ability. Emmet eventually falls asleep crying, cradling Ingo’s hand against his chest.

When Emmet wakes up, he’s alone. For a moment he wonders if last night was just a dream. Then the smell of cooking catches his attention. He gets up to find Ingo making breakfast. He looks a little strange doing this in his feathery dress and long hair, but otherwise it feels like a normal morning before Ingo… Emmet shakes himself off and shyly approaches. Ingo quietly passes him a plate of food before going back to cooking for the Pokémon. Emmet feels his heart twist in his chest at seeing the meal made for him. It’s all his favorites. He sits down with a soft thank you and starts to eat. It’s not long before he’s sniffling, his eyes stinging slightly from forming tears. He laughs between a full mouth as he starts to cry. Ingo drops what he’s doing and moves to Emmet’s side, but Emmet shakes his head and swallows his food. He just… he needs a moment… the food tastes just the way his brother made it…

Ingo hovers uncertainly before reaching out to rest a hand on Emmet’s back. He quietly rubs between Emmet’s shoulders as he cries, at a loss. As Emmet slowly calms down, Ingo apologizes for causing him so much pain. He knew that being here would just make things worse. If Emmet wants him out, he’ll go, no questions asked.

To his surprise, Emmet is quick to grab his hand, asking, almost begging Ingo to stay. It will be strange and uncomfortable and heartbreaking, but he does want Ingo to stay. He meant what he said before; he does not wish to be alone anymore.

Ingo considers this solemnly.

He gently squeezes Emmet’s hand.

“I’ll stay,” he softly promises.

If the pain in their hearts eases for just a moment, then they don’t say anything.

[skizwillsuffice]

Favorite SubMas headcanons, GO—

OH HELL YA

1. Emmet is terrified of ghosts and Ingo is terrified of bugs and they only tolerate each other’s Chandelure and Galvantula because they’ve been around since the dawn of time. I like to think that when Ingo started his journey with a Litewick, Emmet got back at him by catching a Joltik, then later as adults Emmet played off it more by mass breeding it when it was a Galvantula. Ingo doesn’t mind it so much anymore but other bug types still creep him out if he’s forced to closely interact with them. Emmet jumps out of his skin at ghost types when he’s not battling them, but Chandelure can sit on his head and he’ll be fine! (They have been known to jump into each other’s arms or throw the other one at the bug/ghost if one were to appear without mental preparation…)

2. As children, Emmet favored the color black more than Ingo, and Ingo had an eye for the lighter/vibrant colors more. However, after their journey ended, Emmet developed to be more of a clean freak while Ingo sorted his thoughts better through controlled chaos. This led to them deciding to swap colors for work purposes, being that white for Emmet was easier to bleach and clean rather than black so he could get down and dirty with the subway and trains (and so he had the appearance of the cleaner twin). Ingo (though harder for anyone besides Emmet to understand his thought process) took more lead in the runnings of the subway. He was hardly overwhelmed by the never ending issues that came with the subway and angry visitors, and his thought process worked like a literal twisty-turny-train track that leads to multiple different outcomes. He can pinpoint quickly what the best and safest course of action should be, whether it be crazy or confusing to other people. He does, however, appear friendlier and has better outward communication skills than Emmet. Emmet does say things that are easier to understand than Ingo, though he comes off as harsh and blunt to get the point across.

3. Ingo and Emmet are related by blood to Drayden, their father/mother being Drayden’s sibling or something. I like the idea of Drayden raising them a portion of their lives, but I don’t know what I like most to get them to this outcome. Perhaps their parents are alive but live in a different region, or perhaps they aren’t around anymore, or maybe their parents are divorced and chose poor paths in life, leaving the twins incapable of living with them. Possibilities are endless!

4. Emmet’s a flirt, especially when he was younger, but it immediately flip flops to socially awkward if the flirting actually works. He’s very kind and careful but does things without thinking in attempt to handle the situation. Ingo has no flirting skills at all and despite having people approach him romantically he is completely oblivious and unintentionally friend-zones everyone around him. He has tried to date before but he overthinks things and tends to overwhelm people with gifts or compliments or how loud his voice gets when he’s flustered.

5. Elesa was a bully to them as a child. She was also being bullied and took it out on them when she could tell they were more awkward than her. However, as time went on, they began to form a more healthy rivalry, that soon turned into friendship when they witnessed Elesa get bullied by her friends or others. They took pity on her instead of hating her, and Elesa grew the confidence to stand up for herself and them. They’ve been besties ever since 💚

I HAVE SO MANY MORE BUT THIS IS ALL I COULD TYPE RN

[pkmnprideflags]

Random Pokémon Headcanons

Any sexuality headcanons apply to adult versions of these characters. Please do not sexualize children :)

Red is a demiboy and uses he/it. When he grows up he also comes to identify as asexual and aromantic

Blue is bisexual but with a preference towards men. He can be a bit of a flirt but strikes out 90% of the time due to his cocky vibe

Kris is the daughter of that random woman who's in your kitchen talking to your mom at the beginning of GSC. Ethan and Kris's moms have always been friends & neighbors; Kris's dad is one of Professor Elm's aides. When she's young Kris wants to work alongside Elm, but as she gets older she becomes interested in Pokémon psychology - ways their brains are similar and different to those of humans, and how that knowledge can be used to help Trainers and Pokémon better understand each other.

Silver is demiheterosexual. I like to imagine that he and Kris strike up a relationship. In his adult years he works on-and-off with the International Police when incidents with Team Rocket spring up, but he refuses to join them because he doesn't always want to play by their rules.

May is pansexual, and either aromantic or just not strongly interested in relationships. She definitely dated Lisia at some point, even if only briefly

Leaf is a trans girl! I used to hc that her other name (Green in English, Blue in Japanese) was her deadname, but I know there's controversy around having trans/nb characters' deadnames revealed, and as someone who is not trans myself I want to be careful. Anyway, I imagine her exploring the Kanto we see in Pokémon GSC; in that game you first land in Vermillion City, so I imagine her being from there.

Both Lucas and Barry have very juvenile crushes on Dawn (with her in the "friend" role and Lucas as the protag). However, Dawn makes it clear that she isn't interested in that kind of relationship, and they get over it pretty quickly.

Would it be way too stereotypical to say that Barry has ADHD

Lyra caught her Marill as an Azurill in Mt. Mortar (yes I know Azurill isn't found there wild, but let's say someone snuck an incense in there or something). She didn't have any other Pokémon so she "borrowed" a bunch of Poké balls from her grandparents and just hucked them at the mon over and over until eventually she caught it

Hilbert and Hilda are twins! Hilbert is older by just thirty seconds, which irritates Hilda to no end.

Bianca and Cheren are both trans and when they get older they start dating. Their Neo Champion event was just giving t4t sorry i don't make the rules

Hilda & Nate are the two Unova protags; after B2W2, Nate stays in Unova to lead the Pokémon League, Rosa has a moderately successful career at Pokéstar Studios, Hilda goes searching abroad for N, and Hilbert becomes a frequent visitor on the Battle Subway, second in rank only to Emmet & Ingo.

Calem is a trans boy!!!

Shauna is a lesbian with a crush on Serena, Serena is straight with a crush on Calem, and Calem is completely oblivious to everything

Everyone just kind of assumes that Tierno and Trevor are gay and dating but actually they're both straight but queerplatonic

Hau is ace but girls usually assume he's flirting with them and then get sad when they find out he's not

Gladion probably uses he/they and maybe also some neopronouns

Chase, Elaine, and Trace are all painfully straight I'm sorry. Elaine becomes the Champion, Chase travels the world to become the very best like no one ever was, and idk Trace works at viridian city gym or something

Victor is nonbinary!!!! Based off my own experience of playing the game with Victor as my protag but feeling uncomfortable with my character using he/him. They can be a little awkward and apologetic about their identity, but Hop has been supporting them in their transition for years and will fight anyone who misgenders them. The downside of this is that Hop can be a little too overzealous as an ally and sometimes he makes a scene when Victor would rather just go incognito.

Rei (as protag) is the little brother of Lucas from DPP :) Idk Johanna got remarried or something

Juliana is genderfluid but identifies more with the female end of the spectrum. Depending on the day, they use she/her, they/them, it/its, or xe/xem.

Penny is a demigirl and uses she/they/he

[waywardstation]

Here’s to hoping you did well on your finals!

On the topic of shipping, I think one sided Melli/Ingo is an entertaining dynamic. Melli crushing on the scruffy pearl clan weirdo and not dealing with his feelings in any kind of healthy way. Meanwhile Ingo is oblivious to all of this.

Realistically though, I don’t think Melli should be in a relationship with anyone. He strikes me as someone with a lot of hang ups to work through before that would be a good idea.

Thanks OP!! I did my best and that’s the best I could hope for ^^

I’m pretty much the same way; I think the ship is genuinely pretty funny with Melli crushing hard on some oblivious guy and making a massive deal out of it for no reason, but I don’t ship it (for the same reason, I interpret him as someone who couldn’t realistically manage a relationship at this point). I think the concept of the needlessly- dramatic, one-sided crush I see in media is funnier!!

[emmetrain]

Ever like, gotten tabloid reporters asking you about Elesa and Skyla?

"Yup! As the biggest gossip in time, and an avid follower of National Gymquirer, I got questions all the time~ I am still not sure if our dear gym leaders are in love or just verrrry good friends, but either way, I will be there for them."

"I love gossiping, but Elesa is verrrry dear to me. And... Skyla is important, I guess. I have... dealt with some reporters on their behalf time to time, and they are the two people I would not gossip about... Unless it is all in good fun. (Meanwhile, I might have submitted more gossip on Ingo to National Gymquirer than all of Unova combined)."

"I think it would be verrry cute and lovely if they dated. They kind of... already on it? But, they should step up and get to the next stop on their tracks. I know their wedding will be the best in the history of weddings, and I have to be the man of honor. I am already designing my suit for it, in case they finally decide they are oblivious dorks in love."

[leggerefiore]

cw: reshiram Emmet, zekrom Ingo, poly (ingo/reader, emmet/reader), jealousy, clingy ingo,

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Ingo had been oddly clingy as of late, you had noticed.

Sure, both of the legendary dragon twins had their moments in which they clung to you and spoke of their concerns about protecting you… But, Ingo's had been different.

In a cute way.

He had taken to hiding you away in his room. A neat, comfortable nest was made as a bed. It was quite large, too, as Ingo was taking on his Zekrom form more and more. It was always a bit strange to be pressed against the cool, scaly skin when he was like that, but it was admittedly a bit refreshing in the summer heat that had swept in. In fact, you found yourself spending quite a lot of time in his bedroom.

Ingo had become quite insistent that you sneak away from whatever you were doing when he found you and return to his nest. You usually found that a nap sounded quite well and joined him. Whenever you tried to leave your home, the dragon rushed over to stop you and wrapped his arms around you sweetly. It was hard to tell him no when he had a desperate tremble in his voice.

Though, admittedly, you had not seen it get to a point where when you tried to go off to the bathroom that Ingo whined and pressed you deeper into a hug. His face was nuzzled into your neck and a light electrical feeling swarmed in the air. Your heart bloomed at how cute he had been being.

However, your obliviousness to Ingo's behaviours had begun to take a toll on a certain Reshiram hybrid. Emmet huffed as he watched his brother fall deeper and deeper into hoarding you. It was likely due to an upcoming rut or something similar, but the younger brother felt annoyed. They had agreed to share you, after all. It felt wrong for either of them to claim you as entirely theirs, since your past life had been spent with them in their true form together as the balance dragon.

How was it not obvious what he was doing to you? It was certainly obvious to him. Ingo was treating you like he did his prized model trains or one of the drawings kids at the station had gifted to him. Emmet had a burning feeling in his chest, hotter and brighter than the flames he could produce in the heat of battle.

He watched as Ingo grabbed onto you as you tried to prepare a meal, arms locked around your waist possessively and head hung over your shoulder. His voice was filled with need and desperation. A dragon who cannot keep his most precious gem in his nest. Emmet felt ready to snap and send a Fusion Flare right into Ingo. His brother wasn't being honest, too, to make everything worse.

It was not fair. Ingo got to be the older twin despite them coming into existence at the same time and got to be more beloved by everyone in both their duties as technical kings and Subway Bosses. Now he was hogging you! He felt his tail beginning to glow with flames, which was quickly stopped at the realisation.

He had to put a stop to this.

Ingo's eyes turned to glance at his brother with little consideration as he continued to lavish you in affection and attempt to get you back into his nest.

“Brother,” Emmet's face was split with a malicious smile, “Are you hoarding them?” Ingo froze as you turned to glance at him.

Suddenly, it hit you. That was precisely the best way to explain Ingo's odd behaviours as of late. They were dragons, after all. You shook off the dragon of ideals and walked between the two, already sensing a growing tension between them. When they fought, they really fought. You would prefer the house to stay in one piece this time.

“... Is it wrong to want to be with my beloved mate?” Ingo replied, “I… I just enjoy having them somewhere safe. I know they can't be harmed under my watch.” A lie. Emmet immediately caught it.

“Lairrrr,” he teased, “You want them all to yourself because your rut is coming up!” Ingo's face lit up with colour. He was mortified by Emmet's words. “Darrrrling,” Emmet's arms came around you, “I love you more than he does. I'm always honest.”

“Too honest,” you sighed, recalling the many times you would have rather him just lie, “Are you jealous, Emmy?” The younger twin nodded eagerly and nuzzled his face into your neck. His feathers tickled your skin.

A growl came from Ingo, causing you to laugh.

Well, it seemed they always mirrored each other.

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#5

🦀 time for crab 🦀

today i summoned 101 crabs and then caught all of them! what a harvest

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#4

Can you recommend any good egg stories?

Gonna drop a few egg fic recs, CW for internalized transphobia on most of them, other cws will be listed with the specific fic

I’m Currently reading To Own The Libs, by OfficiallyZoe: A conservative college student decides to go undercover as a trans woman to prove that self-id is a bad idea. The story is ongoing, updating every Friday, and contains content warnings at the start of every chapter. The prologue hit very close to home with me and my struggles accepting myself as a gay trans woman

Getting Into Character by Lotus17: A group of friends play D&D on stream, their newest campaign requires them to all play as female characters, and one by one they start to realize some stuff about themselves. CW for transphobic bullying. Still updating, at a kind of erratic pace. I really like the relationship dynamics in this one

Can’t Make an Omelette: a Chick Before the Egg Story by SapphicSounds is a comedy about two roommates who decide to magically transform into girls to “prank” their other roommates. contains smut, but it’s not the focus. I was laughing all throughout this fic, the main characters are too oblivious

Curse You, Magical Girls! A Flower Blooms in the Heart of a Villain!? by rooibos_chai: Follows the villain of a magical girl anime and her most trusted minion. I can’t really say much without spoiling the entire plot, but it’s <9000 words, so if you enjoy the Evil Queen x Trusted Servant dynamic and would like a somewhat comedic take on it, it’s highly recommended. This was the first egg fic I read, and the thing that got me into the genre

Plot Twist: It’s Gay by Elamimax: A college student is really uncomfortable when his lesbian roommate brings home girls all the time and suspects that he might be harboring some homophobia he wasn’t aware of. Turns out she was just jealous. I really like how the main character’s jealousy continues even after she figures herself out, and that it’s a vehicle for driving the remainder of the story

Trolls and Tribulations by rooibos_chai: An edgy wannabe-hacker hacks into a trans girl’s computer, and figures that the best prank would be to support her through her transition. CW for transphobic parents. I once described this fic as “Miraculous Ladybug for trans people” and I stand by that

Let The Devil Take The Rest by DerbyGhost:A guy searches for his former roommate who went missing, after finding her, she invites him to join her demonic commune. Content warnings at the start of each chapter, kinda horny.

Performative Masculinity by OfficiallyZoe: A closeted trans girl troublemaker runs into another troublemaker from her school on her way home from the gender clinic, who later comes out to her as a stealth trans guy, they form a truce/friendship and help each other stay out of the way of the superintendent’s son, a bully who faces no consequences. CW homophobic bullying, and bullying in general. I really like the relationships in this story, both the familial ones and the main romantic relationship are really good

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girl who's only ever played disco elysium going to Brazil and seeing the money: getting some real disco elysium vibes from this

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My #1 post of 2022

A mousegirl will walk out of the shower and be like "I'm squeaky clean"

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[randomwriteronline]

"Emmet, why am I here."

"For winning those popularity polls."

"I'm not sure I understand what I'm supposed to do-"

"Don't worry about that. Go there. I'll cheer you on! Good luck!"

And so Ingo stood in line with a variety of different people he had never heard of before. To his right was a stout humanoid 3D thing that looked halfway between his twin and Speed Racer, which wasn't exactly a combination he wanted to deal with; to his left was a somewhat nervous man, him too clearly a 3D animated model, who didn't seem to be enjoying himself very much. Perhaps he could have helped clear up what would have gone down.

"Excuse me," he started very politely, making the man startle and a couple mice fall off of his ruana, "My name is Ingo - I'm afraid I don't quite know what all this is about, as my brother dragged me here with barely any explanation. Do you know what we are being judged for, by any chance?"

"Ah - er, I, well, it's--" the poor guy struggled a moment, quickly shaking his hand: "Bruno Madrigal, buenos días -- it's, eh, I'm not - not sure either, I think it's about, about handsome men? Something like that, my niece told me, something- something like that. Which, eh, makes little sense that I'm - that I'm here, I have-- my brothers-in-law, they're more - you know-"

Several voices shouted something in Spanish: a small squadron of variegated 3D characters (his family, Ingo assumed) whoo-ed and hollered from the sidelines to offer Bruno encouragement, including a pair of men very likely to be the aforementioned husbands of his sisters.

"It would seem they have great faith in your abilities and looks!" Ingo noted. Bruno tried to collapse inside his ruana a little bit, embarassed. "I'm certain you will thrive in this competition!"

The man gave a sort of nervous smile: "Eh, I'm afraid not," he chuckled vaguely (no need to tell him about that tiny vision he had coaxed out of himself which assured him he wasn't going to win, which was kind of a relief to be honest) "But I, I'll try my best."

"Bravo! That's the spirit!"

Este tío es lo más raro contra lo que podría enfrentarme, Bruno thought as he recoiled a bit from the loud volume. Pero bueno - and he looked with vivid terror at the pair of pixelated monstrosities at his left (some sort of lanky purple pole with a misshapen hand and pitch black eyes and a small clearly haunted toy screaming about selling something called a cungadero) - también me lo podría pasar mucho peor.

Oblivious to his opponent's thoughts Ingo scanned the horizon to see if something caught his eye; he perked up as he recognized a few traits towards the right end of the opposing line, and immediately put a hand to the side of his mouth to drive his voice further.

"HELLO, FELLOW POKÉMON CHARACTER!" he shouted.

Anybody wearing pants at that moment very nearly shat them.

A punk from the other side looked around, squinted his dark eyes, locked them on the conductor's figure and finally shouted back: "AYYY!"

"How, how did you-?" Bruno asked in disbelief, eyes going from his opponent to the other guy.

"We have a very similar art style," the Subway Boss explained at a slightly lower volume in order not to bust the poor man's hearing while he still had it good.

Bruno blinked, then compared their appearances once more: huh, yes, the definitely did. The more you know.

"WHO ARE YOU?" the punk hollered.

Ingo turned back to him: "MY NAME IS INGO, I AM A SUBWAY BOSS! PLEASURE TO MEET YOU! WHO ARE YOU ?"

"I'M YA BOY GUZMA, BABY!" the other replied. He hit his chest with both hands in a show of great power: "DESTRUCTION IN HUMAN FORM!"

"WE ARE SLIGHTLY CONFUSED BY THE PREMISE OF THIS COMPETITION!" Ingo continued, gesturing to himself and Bruno. "DO YOU PERHAPS HAVE A CLEARER IDEA OF WHAT IT ENTAILS?"

"YEAH, KIND OF," Guzma answered. "IT'S TO SEE WHO OUT OF US ALL WEIRD MEN IS THE SEXIEST!"

There was a bout of silence.

"YOU KNOW," he continued, "IN A RATATA KIND OF WAY."

"I DON'T BELIEVE I'M VERY FLATTERED BY THAT," Ingo honestly replied.

"YEAH I'M NOT SURE YOU SHOULD BE," Guzma admitted, "BUT HEY! WE'RE STILL CONSIDERED PRETTY DAMN SEXY! WHICH IS SOMETHING!"

"Ask him how we're, how we're going to, uh, decide that," Bruno whispered.

"DO YOU KNOW THE METHOD THROUGH WHICH THAT DECISION WILL BE EVENTUALLY MADE?"

"I MEAN, EVERYBODY ELSE IS GONNA VOTE I THINK! WE'RE JUST GONNA MAUL EACH OTHER LIKE, MENTALLY."

"SO NO PHYSICAL VIOLENCE?"

"NAH."

Bruno sighed in relief.

"I WISH IT WAS THROUGH POKÉMON BATTLE!" Guzma lamented. He glared at the yellow triangle staring right at him with its single eye: "BECAUSE I'M NOT GONNA LIE, YA BOY'S KINDA FUCKED!"

"DON'T GIVE UP SO SOON! YOU HAVEN'T EVEN STARTED!" Ingo encouraged him. "WHAT MAKES YOU THINK YOU WON'T MEASURE UP TO THE TASK?"

"MY FIRST FIGHT IS AGAINST BILL CIPHER, BRO! THEY'VE DONE SOME SERIOUS SHIT WITH HIM, I'M NEVER WINNING THIS!" was the answer, followed by: "THOUGH AT LEAST I'M NOT THAT HUMAN VOLTORB UP AGAINST THE SKELETON!"

"WHO YA CALLIN' A VOLT-ORB, YA CUNT?" a very dirty shirtless man with hair on fire and two not exactly well-made prosthetic limbs shrieked, hand going to throw one of the many hand-made bombs that had already been confiscated for the very reason that he wouldn't have hesitated to launch one at the slightest provocation.

"WHAT SKELETON?" Ingo asked instead.

"THAT ONE!"

"heya."

"HELLO! WHAT IS YOUR NAME?"

"sans."

"A PLEASURE TO MEET YOU! GOOD LUCK!"

"thanks, you too."

"HEY!" Guzma hollered to get Ingo's attention back, "AFTER THIS YOU WANNA DO A POKÉMON BATTLE?"

Ingo's eyes lit up (very literally): "WITH PLEASURE!" he readily replied, "IF YOU HAPPEN TO BE HERE WITH A FRIEND OR A RELATIVE I'M CERTAIN MY BROTHER WOULD LOVE TO DO A MULTI BATTLE!"

A faint 'fuck yeah!' emphasized the last part of his sentence.

Speakers crackled blowing a couple lines of static sounding like a few coughs to warm up their throat.

"Pokémon sexymen, please stop yelling," they finally spoke: "Everybody please get ready, the first rounds will be taking place in a moment - uh, odd number participants turn to your left, even number participants turn to your right and, hm, yup, we're ready."

Satisfied enough with what they were seeing, the unseen announcer hit a little bell, the kind that sits at hotel counters in movies or on the table where restaurants leave the dishes ready to be taken to the tables.

"May the sexiest man win. Good luck!"

-

Bruno was very glad to have lost on the first round, immediately, Ingo sparing him the anxiety of having to go any further. The two gladly shook hands and bid their goodbyes before the 3D man returned to his family, who had been a little saddened to see him eliminated so soon.

The Subway Boss searched for Guzma in the opposite line: he found him laying face down on the ground, clearly upset and defeated, as the yellow triangle floated forward in a gloating manner.

He would have gladly yelled some words of comfort at him, but something bony and frozen cold snuck itself into his collar and on his neck and he jolted downwards with eyes wider than a Bronzor.

"Please do not touch the conductor!" he shrieked, stumbling on his own feet, "Sudden distractions like these may cause terrible incidents!"

"Oh! I do apologize, mister Conductor," said a surprisingly friendly-looking clay skeleton clad in the most goth pinstripe suit Ingo had ever laid eyes on: "I only wanted to tell you we're up next."

"We?" the Subway Boss repeated.

"Yes, the two of us winners," the skeleton nodded. A bony hand laid in the stilted yet elegant manner typical of stop motion on his clothed ribcage as he introduced himself: "Jack Skellington, Pumpkin King of the Town of Halloween, and I believe you screamed your name... Ingong?"

Royalty? This was certainly proving to be quite the contest!

Ingo quickly bowed, hoping not to have offended his opponent: "My name is Ingo, sir! Subway Boss Ingo, at your service. It's a pleasure to meet you!"

"The pleasure is all mine," Jack assured him. His pitch black sockets fixed on the 2D man's coat: "I'll say, I believe you would be quite at home in the Town of Halloween! This is a delightfully dark get-up!"

"Oh, thank you! It's merely my uniform... Though I'm certain my partner Pokémon, Chandelure, would definitely enjoy the atmosphere of your home," Ingo mused, "She is a fiery ghost psychopomp, after all..."

"Why, she sounds like a dream!" the skeleton king cried out.

Eager to show off his darling soul-eater, the Subway Boss made a motion to reach onto a notch in his belt where her Pokéball should have sat - but he remembered only then that he had not been allowed to bring his team along, having to leave them instead in his brother's care.

"EMMET!" he shouted (causing another round of pants shatting) "COULD YOU PLEASE RELEASE CHANDELURE? I WOULD LIKE TO SHOW HER TO THE PUMPKIN KING!"

Emmet gave him thumbs up. Moments later, Chandelure chimed cheerfully and shined her flames to encourage her trainer.

To say Jack was smitten with her would have been an understatement.

"I must have her!" he almost sang. "I have to! Oh, Zero will adore her, I know it!"

"I could catch a Litwick for you-"

"No no no, it must be her! Let's make a deal, mister Conductor-" the pumpkin king proposed "-If I win, you will lend me your gorgeous Chandelier for a whole year!"

In the span of a single sentence, the stakes had risen vertiginously.

Ingo's pose stiffened as he readied himself to fight with tooth and nail, fingers clutched tightly on the brim of his cap: "I am sorry, but in that case I will be forced to stop you in your tracks," he sternly replied. "As her trainer, I cannot let Chandelure fall into someone else's hands!

From his seat on the sidelines, Emmet grew very interested.

"Oooh," he cooed, "This'll be good."

"How can you tell?" Plumeria (who was only here because Guzma didn't have a license and had to be driven over) asked.

"He's gotten serious. And when Ingo gets serious, it's always verrry fun."

The young woman looked at the lanky black figures squaring up for the next fight: "He better win then," she muttered.

-

Jack had been a good sport in the end, accepting defeat graciously. He was now talking to a similarly tall, lanky, black clad, white faced man who was particularly fucking terrifying; the two had eventually been joined by a lovely purple thumbnail for a poscast which spoke with a male voice, entertaining all together a conversation which featured a lot of static noise - incomprehensibly perfectly understood by both skeleton and thumbnail.

Ingo had not managed to listen in much, partially because he was not one for eavesdropping, partially because he was busy in his own next round against a teen boy in desperate need for therapy.

Said boy had gripped his arm when he had lost with a look in his eyes like madness.

"You must defeat him," he had hissed, probably talking about his next opponent. "He defeated my boyfriend as supreme twink... I couldn't avenge him then nor now... You're my Hope..."

"I will do my best," the Subway Boss had assured him rather nervously. "In the meantime please accept this phone number, call it and take care of yourself."

Unfortunately for the poor Nagito (who reacted to the news by wailing inconsolably for roughly fifteen minutes in the arms of a similarly aged boy who seemed to be very done with this sort of situation) Ingo did not pass the semifinals, bested at last after a discreet winning spree by one extremely desperate looking man by the name of Reigen Arataka, according to himself esper psychic extraordinaire.

"An excellent fight!" the conductor congratulated Reigen with genuine earnestness, energetically shaking his hand hard enough to make the guy wobble like a wacky wavy inflatable tube man in a hurricane, "You've fought valiantly and secured your road to the finals!"

The man wheezed out a thank you, trying to fix his tie as he gulped down a breath to make his daring request - but a shout interrupted him before he could began, making him crumple on himself.

"INGO!" Guzma yelled from the sidelines with a half drunk Tapu Cocoa in his hand: "DID YOU WIN?"

"HELLO GUZMA!" Ingo yelled back. "UNFORTUNATELY I HAVE LOST THIS MATCH BY 10 PERCENT!"

"FUCK!"

"THIS HOWEVER MEANS THAT WE CAN HAVE OUR POKÉMON BATTLE SOONER THAN SCHEDULED IF YOU'RE STILL INTERESTED IN HAVING ONE!"

"FUCK YEAH!"

Content with the response, Guzma took a sip of his drink and squinted a bit to recognize the guy next to Ingo.

He waited a moment, and then yelled again: "ISN'T THAT THE GUY WHO WON THE COMPETITIONS FOR NUMBER ONE TWINK, DILF, MILF, AND INTERNATIONAL SEX SYMBOL?"

Reigen felt himself crumble as the Subway Boss turned to repeat the question; he stopped the conductor in his tracks with a fulmineous hand gesture: "Yes," he admitted, "Yes it's me. I have... Acquired those titles through my undeniable talents and great strife in the past few day."

Even 'MILF'?, Ingo thought as he elected to completely ignore most of the acronym as well as the rest of the titles. I didn't know he was genderqueer! Good for him!

"You must have an incredible drive and strong fighting spirit! Bravo!" he simply said. Then, turning back to Guzma: "IT IS HIM!"

The punk nodded solemnly: "YOU FOUGHT AS WELL AS YOU COULD, MAN," he stated proudly. "THOUGH CAN WE KEEP THE BATTLE FOR AFTER THIS IS DONE LIKE WE PLANNED EARLIER? BECAUSE THE OTHER FINALIST IS THE SKELETON AND I'VE GOT TO SEE WHO WINS THIS ONE!"

"The what?" Reigen asked with palpable fear in his voice.

A lot closer than Guzma, standing in his pixelated glory near the flat on the ground remains of Bill Cipher, Sans Undertale waved at the two 2D men.

Ingo waved back politely and congratulated his victory.

Reigen began sweating.

"He seems to be a tough opponent!" Ingo commented in blissful unawareness of the fake psychic's fear, "I wish you good luck!"

"Well as a sign of sportsmanship and good faith in my chances to win--!!!" Reigen very quickly blocked him before he could leave and his chances of at least bribing one somewhat handsome guy into saying he was sexy (in a rodent kind of way but whatever) vanished in smoke: "As your last opponent, you should vote for me in this final round, don't you think? I can throw in a--"

"Oh certainly!" Ingo cut him off before any offer of spirit cleansings or massages could be made. "I'll be very glad to lend you my support in this final stretch of tracks before your last station!"

Blessing this altruistic and easily swayed man, Reigen thanked him with a thumbs up that exuded more confidence than what he actually had.

"Why'd he give you thumbs up?" Guzma asked once his fellow trainer had left the battlefield to join him on the quest to find his brother among the mess of people.

"Oh, he thanked me for promising to vote for him," the Subway Boss explained. "Will you also vote for him?"

"Nah - but it's nothing personal, y'know? 's a matter of principle," and he gently beat his chest with his fist, "Team Skull's gotta side with the bones."

"A code of honor among comrades... I understand very well."

Passing Komaeda, who was now attempting to climb up one of the speakers to shout encouragement at Sans, Guzma squinted at a figure in white: "That your brother near my girl Plumeria?"

"Why yes, that's him!"

"Damn, you two look really similar. It's like you're twins."

"We are!"

Emmet greeted his brother with a finger pointed right at his face, a toothy grin, and a chirpy: "You lost! Sweet revenge."

Ingo huffed a bit of a chuckle.

"But also-" his twin continued, and with a swift motion he plucked both their hats from their heads to place his own on top of Ingo's. "Third place crown! I am verrry proud of you. Yup!"

"Oh! Why thank you!" the elder brother laughed, "Now we match!"

"Yup, yup! Did you have fun?"

"I'd say so, yes! It was surprisingly intense at times. But I do believe I've made a couple friends across franchises, even."

"Nice! Me too!" and Emmet pointed at a large pixelated skeleton in a rather weird outfit and incredibly long straight teeth who was approaching them at concerning speeds: "He likes puzzles."

"GREETINGS, HUMAN!" the skeleton shrieked in a friendly manner.

Guzma looked at him.

"Is that fucking Papyrus from Deltarune," he asked flatly.

Papyrus looked at him.

"IS THAT FUCKING GUZMA FROM POKÉMON SWORD AND SHIELD?" he asked back.

They quickly shook hands with a sudden air of intense professionalism.

Plumeria's look assured the twins that she had no idea what was going on or what any of this meant.

"Excuse me," a young voice made Ingo turn around to see a fourteen-year-old boy in school uniform looking up at him with somewhat soulless eyes, "Did you compete against Reigen, my shinshou?"

"I did! My name is Ingo. You are?"

"They call me Mob. Do you think he has any chance of winning?"

"Well, he is certainly very determined," the Subway Boss mused, "And I've heard he has won several of these contests already."

"AT THE VERY LEAST HE IS PUTTING IN MORE EFFORT THAN MY BROTHER!" Papyrus butted in. Hearing himself being mentioned, Sans turned a little and waved at the group while his brother continued: "THAT LAZYBONES HAS BARELY DONE ANYTHING MORE THAN WALK TO THE NEXT POSITION AFTER WINNING SO FAR!"

"Ah, but perhaps that's the secret to victory," Ingo hummed. "Mr. Reigen seems to be taking this far too seriously."

"You weren't taking it seriously?" Mob asked.

"On the contrary, I was very serious about each individual match!" the man explained: "But I approached the competition as a whole rather lightly, as a fun activity. Your master on the other hand seems to concern himself far too much with it - to the point where he looks like a Mincinno in the rain."

"Wet and miserable," Emmet translated.

"Yeah, he does look kind of pathetic," Plumeria agreed mercilessly.

Mob looked back at the battlefield, where his employer was doing various increasingly weird poses as a way to warm up while his opponent took a nap.

Maybe he should follow his own advice, the kid thought, And not let other people dictate his self-worth...

"He's a good person," he stated solemnly. "Even if he pays me 300 yen."

A bout of vaguely horrified silence passed through the group without touching Papyrus, who had long ago decided to ignore the economy and all that stemmed from it.

"Like," Guzma finally braved to ask, "300 yen an hour?"

"In general."

Another pause.

"Bad," Emmet sentenced.

"Definitely illegal," Plumeria echoed.

"You need to immediately demand a significant wage increase," Ingo ordered.

-

In the end, Mob's last second vote had secured the victory.

Papyrus was now parading his newly crowned #1 sexyman brother on his shoulder with the pride and joy of a chef presenting his award winning plate of piping hot spaghetti with tomato sauce between the enthusiastic hollers and clapping of fans, while Reigen was sitting with a second place smoothie contemplating a very select few of his life choices, something which happened incredibly rarely despite being a man who pretended to have psychic powers and got in extremely dangerous situations because of it for a living.

Watching Komaeda being driven away by a large fish lady with a glowing blue lance after attempting to hail Sans like some sort of divine idol, the four Pokémon characters were having quite a ball.

Emmet's attention was suddenly caught by a bit of eavesdropped conversation to his left, between a blue man with an enormous head and a lady in a very similar 3D style - something about hating that someone was right this time.

He turned around very quickly and ran directly into the two of them too fast for Ingk to manage to stop him: "I am Emmet," he introduced himself, making the blue man jump, "I am verrry interested in your conversation! Please continue. Who is right about what this time?"

The woman gripped her man's shoulder tight enough to quell any instinctual murderous movement before he accidentally killed the strange guy.

"Uh - well, it's nothing really," she waved dismissively, "It's just an inside joke, a minor nemesis of ours once thought the queen of England was something made up and there was no such thing, and now he's, well, you know - right."

Emmet cocked his head to the side: "What do you mean?"

"WHAT!" the very dirty shirtless australian man with hair on fire who had called Guzma a cunt earlier screamed at that very moment, talking to an enormous friend of his who wore a gas mask somewhat reminiscent of a pig's face: "YA MEAN SHE'S BIT THE BULLET FOR REAL?!"

The kind of silence that precedes inordinate amounts of unbridled chaos fell for roughly fifteen seconds.

"That," the blue man replied.

"SANS!!" Papyrus turned to his brother as if he had played some kind of part in this.

(Mob, famed anime icon of both socialism and antifascism, who had released a beam of 100% relief in the vague direction of London at the news of his employer's defeat, saw it fit to remain quiet.)

"Oh no!" the Subway Bosses exclaimed.

Ingo then turned back to Guzma and Plumeria: "Would this be a bad moment to have that Multi Battle we had scheduled?"

"Nah, we can totally go for it," Plumeria reassured him.

"Very well then! All aboard!"

And the four of them left to find a quieter place to battle in peace.

[bellafragolina]

Strawberry🍓, my Love (platonic).

May I please request some Warden Ingo x Cat!Reader? (And by cat I mean, y’know, neko person) Either SFW or NSFW would do.

You were found injured and unconscious by Ingo, who brought you to safety.

He doesn’t know what the heck you are. A person? A Pokémon? Even you don’t know. (People like you don’t exist in the Pokémon world. One day you just blipped into existence I guess, no memories and all.)

No one except Ingo knows of your existence. It’d be dangerous for others to find out about you (HELLO KAMADO).

So you just chill at his hut, occasionally going out to explore and bring back food and gifts, as cats do. You have several feline behaviours, although most of the time you’re oblivious to them. Ingo finds it cute and Lady Sneasler enables you.

Ear scritches, belly rubs, etc. - you want them all.

🥺 cat spouse?? With ears and tails?? And purrs?? 🥺🥺🥺

🍓🍓🍓

Ingo is a cat person, everyone knows it. So you are a perfect companion to him. Of course, no one else knows you’re even a thing, but people can see Ingo’s lightened demeanor even without knowing he has a new housemate. Ingo rests easier with you in the house, snuggled up to him, gently purring as he strokes along your ears and back. He’s very grateful to your companionship in the lonely mountains.

Lady Sneasler adores you as well. She’s taken to raising you like one of her kits, complete with showing you how to hunt and giving you tongue baths when you get dirty. Ingo can only laugh at the strange ways your hair sticks up afterwards, as his does the same when Sneasler tries to bathe him. Ingo takes you to the hot springs afterwards, and coaxes you into the warm waters. He bathes you gentle touches, since you’re already not happy about being wet, trying his best to make it at least a little enjoyable. You return the favor beat you can, claws pleasant along Ingo’s scalp and scarred skin.

The gifts you bring back to Ingo are appreciated, even if the warden doesn’t like how long you’re gone. He gets nervous when you’re not around either with him or in the hut. He wants to protect you from the dangers of this world, but he forces himself not to cage you, and let you be free, since you can’t see anyone besides him. You always come back, though, with something for him in your hands. Sometimes it’s a pretty stone, or one shaped like something you think he’ll like. Other times it’s pretty leaves, flowers, plants you’ve gathered for him. Sometimes it’s dead Pokémon for him to eat, but you’ve stopped bringing those as often since he always forces you to bathe afterwards

You get endless affections from the man. You’re too cute to deny. Sad eyes and wanting purrs break Ingo down far too easily for a man that prides himself as a warden and battle expert. But he can’t help it when you look so cute and lonely. Your favorite place is in his lap or lying against him, his hands brushing through your fur. It’s how you fall asleep most nights, and Ingo finds peace in the soft expression you make while slumbering. He kisses your head, and slips happily into dreamland after you, nightmares diminished in the presence of his little guardian.

It’s grating on him, though. The way you easily handle Lady Sneasler’s kits, playing with him, taking care of them, soothing their tears and lulling them to sleep with soft purrs. All Ingo can see is you with kits of your own, ones he’s given you. He wants it sorely, and the want only grows as the days creep past. Ingo worships the ground you walk on, and begs, please, have kits with him. He wants a family, he wants normalcy with you. He wants the domesticity that children bring, and he will make sure neither you nor the kids ever want for anything. He swears it

So please?

🍓🍓🍓

A catty lover is a good choice for Ingo, Hisui’s resident cat dad. He’s gonna get so soft over you with the kits tho

Have a good day, lovely!

~Renee

[emmet-appreciation]

Elesa meets the Submas

That headcanon post got me wondering about how Elesa would’ve met the submas bros, so I took the liberty of writing a quick fanfic about it (it was not quick, this took me almost an hour ahhhhh-)

Note: My writing is not the best, and this was minimally proof-read. lmk if you see any typos or uh, you have any criticism haha :V

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How long has it been, she mused, since she had first met the two? It had been long before she had risen to the title of “Gym Leader,” and even before she had become a model. Elesa wracked her brain further- time seemed to zip by so fast, faster than her beloved Emolga could dish out a speedy volt switch. Years of photoshoots, TV gigs, and training flew through her mind, making her head spin, spin, and spin, until suddenly: she caught the memory. 

She was just a child. Elesa was just as confident as she was today, but being lost in the bustling atmosphere of the subway had her holding onto her then Blitzle for dear life. She had just missed the train that would take her home, and with it, her parents as well. Where would she go now? Who could she talk to? Holding back tears, she slowly trudged through the crowd with Blitzle in tow, not really knowing where she was going. 

Suddenly, she felt a wall. No, not a wall- it was a person- a boy who couldn’t have been older than her. He had a stern expression on his face, with a downturned frown that could almost be a grimace. He wore a black peaked cap, which gleamed in the fluorescent light. To the left of him, a boy with about the same face stood, though his mouth was turned up in an almost eerie smile. He, too, wore an identical peaked cap, though its pure white colour contrasted with the black of its counterpart. 

She felt her stomach turn cold. In her panic, she had accidentally bumped into two strangers, and they didn’t look too happy about it. Before she could start apologizing, however, the boy in the black cap spoke. 

“Hello there, miss! You look rather disoriented- have you been uncoupled from your train?” She winced when he heard his voice. It was loud enough to cut through the crowd of people flowing through Gear Station, prompting her Blitzle to sputter a few sparks. Upon seeing this reaction, he cleared his throat and spoke again, this time at a more reasonable volume. “Ahem. My apologies, I am told the sound of my engine can be rather loud, if left unchecked.” The boy was met with the blank stares of Elesa and her Blitzle, who were both too stunned to respond. 

He was certainly an odd child. The way he spoke was much, much different than the way other children around their age spoke. And what was it about an engine? Elesa’s head spun. 

Oblivious to their disbelief, he continued. “I am Ingo, and this here is my brother, Emmet. We are currently en route to our next station: home, in Anville Town!” He paused, pointing to the platform that would presumably take them to the Anville Town station. As if on cue, the other boy- Emmet was it?- did the same. This display baffled Elesa, who could only stand and watch dumbly as they switched tracks and excitedly talked among themselves about their ‘cool pose.’ Internally, she counted exactly 5 seconds before Ingo suddenly snapped his hands back into place and turned to Elesa. 

“If you do indeed have a destination you must return to, perhaps my brother and I can be of assistance! Otherwise, I will leave the two of you to aimlessly wander the tracks in peace.” Snapped out of her confusion, Elesa finally took the opportunity to respond to the strange duo. 

“I-I’m lost! I missed the train going home and I don’t know where to go now!” Blitzle softly brayed in agreement, nuzzling her hand comfortingly. “I see… The Subway System can be quite disorienting for those who are unaccustomed to it. Emmet, what do you say we take a quick detour and see her off to her next destination?” He turns to Emmet, who gives them both a quick nod. 

“Bravo, then! Do not worry, miss. Our two-car train will lead you to your station safe and sound! Now, where are you headed off to?”