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pigdemonart · 1 year

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Battle Subway Depot Agents (by pig-demon)

When I made designs for these guys last year I didn’t really think they needed colored references/master post, but since then I’ve drawn them a lot! Also people have added them to their fanfics and drawn fanart! So I figured it was time I made a post for easy ref. :]

These designs are obviously free to use, just give credit (and link me your work if you're comfortable, because it makes me happy to see!) All I request is to stay respectful to their pronouns and skin colors, ya knooow… 👍 note: The pokemon on their cards are all companions, not the ones they use on the Battle Subway. Except Jackie...the litwicks are just there to fill space/give them company.

More info under cut:

Edit: Important disclaimer:

These are again my designs/interpretations for the agents. Please don’t treat them as canon or as the only, quintessential designs for these literal background npcs. Many people have done takes on them before and after me, even back in 2010. It feels silly to ask, but due to past experience, I ask that you please DONT hunt down anyone that does a different take on the depot agents!! 👍

Tags:

I'm gonna start tagging them individually, but for now all Depot Agent comics and art on this blog are tagged under Depot Agents.

Height chart:

I’m not too strict about heights, so I don’t really care about actual measurements. Here’s an approximation of what I tend to visualize though:

Sexualities/Gender Identities: I don't have official labels for each and every agent because I like keeping things fluid for characters to develop these traits on their own. However, as a queer person, I enjoy designing characters who are also queer, therefore I can safely say none of these characters are straight. The ones who are set in stone are Ramses (gay man), Cloud (lesbian woman,) Jackie (non-binary.) Furze uses he/they pronouns but their gender is undetermined. I also welcome anyone giving the agents a different gender identity to suit them (as long as it's done respectfully.)

Notes about each agent...

Cameron:

- Cameron dyes parts of his hair blonde and keeps other parts in black. This is because he is a big fan of Elesa and her fashion choices. - Though there have been a few occasions to meet his idol, he is always way too nervous to approach her, feeling deep down that he'll mess up somehow. - He practices modeling poses in secret. He loves flourishes and flare, but is simply too insecure to put it on display. - Of his coworkers, he gets along the best with Furze. He's the easiest to talk to because Furze will do most of the talking. - Cameron is easily intimidated — even mean Pokémon can make him nervous. Though, his two worst fears are being left in a room alone with Jackie, and being left alone in a room with Isadore. - He takes advantage of his height to sometimes hide behind some of his coworkers. - Cameron is much better at Pokémon battles than he gives himself credit for. Emmet and Ingo were pleasantly surprised by this, since Cameron was promoted to fit a temporary role on the Battle Subway. They happily made him a permanent member when he proved himself capable. - His Dwebble (Pebby) is secretly very strong, and rushes to protect Cameron when it can. Cam sometimes thinks Pebby helps him feel more confident in himself too. - If he stumbled into any of his coworkers outside of work, he would simply explode of embarrassment. - He is the youngest child and only son of his family. He lives in his own apartment in Nimbasa.

Cloud:

- Cloud (like Ramses) knew the twins when they were very young. - She used to be an ace trainer in her youth, even going so far to compete in the Pokémon league. Winning and becoming the champ was the most important part of her journey, but something happened along the way that changed that outlook. - It seems with age, her competitiveness has mellowed out. However, she maintains an intense energy when battling. - Her favorite types are Psychic and Flying types. Swoobat (Sweetie) is her ace. - Her favorite hobby is baking, and she often bakes sweets for the crew. She knows all their favorite flavors by now! - She prioritizes keeping a friendly relationship with all her coworkers and thinks of them fondly. She considers Ramses family after all the years of working together! - She is a big fan of Brycen's movies and can recite the lines. - She lives with her wife in Anville. - Cloud loves doing maintenance work both at home and in Gear Station. She enjoys bringing her own tools and industrial flashlight.

Furze:

- Furze only has one volume setting (mid loud,) but he finds himself feeling right at home when talking to either one of the twins. - Furze has ADHD, and this is reflected in some of his habits, most visibly is his fidgeting when sitting still for too long. - He rides a bike to work every day. When he is late, Cloud clocks in for him so he doesn't get in trouble. - This is a kind of a guy that sits crouched gargoyle style on chairs. Only outside of work, of course. Bad posture could get him in trouble. - While working on the Battle Subway, there will be times Furze feels sorry for his opponents and offers to quietly let them pass anyways. This...has also gotten him in trouble. :[ - He went to the same elementary school as Isadore in Castelia. Though Isadore seems to have forgotten their short-lived acquaintance, Furze has not. This is part of the reason Furze claims they are in fact good friends!!! - Furze is the middle child of a big family. He lives with his mom and takes care of her, along with his many Darumakas and Darmanitan. All of his Pokemon have famous trains names. - He collects model trains. Naturally.

Isadore

- Isadore had plans to become the station master the moment he was hired as a depot agent, but alas... (sad trumpet sound.) - As a youth, he was more interested in science and engineering over Pokemon battles. He enjoys the strategizing aspect, at most. Not so much the competitiveness. - In addition, his Pokemon are all rescues and not used for battling. He's had his Watchog (Winston) since he was in his late teens. - His Electrode (Gregor) and Voltorb (Leonard) were rescued from the likes of Team Plasma. - Isadore admits he understands Pokemon better than humans. This has been apparent his whole life. - In spite of acting like a sitcom villain, Isadore cares about the management of Gear Station and the safety of the passengers to an incredible degree. He sees it as a personal life goal to assist in the management of Gear Station, as well as the success of the Battle Subway. - Though it pained him to become a subordinate to the twins, he begrudgingly accepts it for the greater good. - His almost militant efficiency certainly made up for his years of antagonizing the twins before they became the bosses. Ingo and Emmet understand this better than anyone. - Isadore keeps tabs on all of the staff members. So he very well knows all their birthdays and makes it a point to celebrate it. This is by no means a -happy- or -festive- event. It's just customary. - Like Furze, he was originally from Castelia, but now resides in Nimbasa. Isadore's only family is his mom and she lives in his childhood home with their Stoutland. - Isadore would have probably been voiced by every glasses guy ever J. Michael Tatum had he not already been cast as dear Emmet lmao

Jackie

- Jackie is a mystery and they like keeping it that way. When they talk, it's practically impossible to determine what is a lie or truth, especially if the subject is themselves or their background. - They love scaring Cameron the most and will ask to be paired with him whenever possible. They claim Cameron is their "favorite coworker," while Isadore is the least favorite. - It's plain to see why -- Jackie is the only one that doesn't passively tolerate Isadore's tirades. - Though my comics sometimes may allude to Jackie being a ghost/supernatural, this is not confirmed nor canon. I just personally enjoy toying with the concept. : ) That being said...

- Item #: SCP 7453

- Object Class: Euclid

- Special Containment Procedures: The ████ ██████ is ██████ within ████-██████. - Ingo and Emmet choose to not question anything about Jackie, since it's clear they're one of the more efficient workers. However it can be a safety concern... - Cloud and Ramses have worked with Jackie for a long time, though they've forgotten somehow. They believe Jackie is a new hire since they appear to be young. - Anyone trying to make sense of Jackie's employee records simply can't bring themselves to any conclusions. It's better to ignore the inconsistencies. - Jackie has never been seen to leave Gear Station. Jackie has never been seen in anything but their uniform. Jackie has never been confirmed to eat, drink or blink. Jackie knows your secrets. Jackie thinks it's... amusing.

Ramses

- Ramses sometimes misses having a full head of hair, but he thinks his signs of age make him look distinguished. (he is correct.) - Ramses is sort of the "mom friend," making sure everyone's concerns are heard, as well as trying to keep the peace whenever a conflict might arise. - If another coworker is feeling low, Ramses will try to cheer them up with a lighthearted joke or offer advice if they'd like it. - When the twins were promoted to bosses of the Battle Subway, Ramses cried because he felt so proud. - In most circumstances, he is a very simple and logical man. He is quick to find solutions and tries not to fret over the little stuff. It's not good for his heart after all. - His ace is his Pikachu (Musa,) though the mouse is more of a lap pet now. At home, he also has an Audino (Sara) and a Manectric (Nubi) who keep Ramses' husband company. His Klinklang (Moli) is the only one of his personal pokemon that accompany him to work nowadays. - Ramses considers Cloud family. They are best friends and love having family gatherings outside of work. They also gossip a lot, and don't mind when Jackie decides to join. - Ramses jokes about looking forward to retirement, but really doesn't want to leave until he is physically incapable of working anymore. Gear Station is like a second home to him.

In-Game Quotes

The most important reference of all are their in-game quotes, of course, so I'm adding it to the post. A lot of their personality traits can be extracted and interpreted from these few lines. And I personally love that about Pokemon NPCs -- there's a lot of room to explore and play with. Some appear very obvious. Cameron practically announces that he isn't ready for the battle that's about to ensue and seems genuinely surprised to win. Furze comes out the gate talking about the subject they actually care about, which is their job and their love for trains. The two of them are very easy to understand. Now, Ramses lines allude to a gentle and simple personality. He views himself with humility, and maybe even with a bit of humor comparing himself to a train and to his opponent to a station. If he loses he shows no signs of disappointment, he just accepts defeat with one last honest quip. It s also amusing to see the Depot Agents all use train metaphors to describe themselves since it falls in line with how Ingo and Emmet talk.

In comparison, Cloud does the same thing calling herself the terminal instead. Immediately, she is way more daring, though still keeping a sense of professionalism. To me, it's obvious she is competitive as she even admits she was expecting to win ("Ah...I didn't see it coming.") Jackie's lines are fun since it's up to interpretation if they are being literal or lying. It's almost like they are more interested in confusing/creeping out their opponent than actually beating them. To me, it gives off a mischievous vibe. Isadore's opener "There are only two roads in life." is a curious one because it almost feels like he is trying to be philosophical. Definitely a guy who views himself as an intellectual, regardless if that’s true or not. I like to think it's a saying he really believes in, and it applies to his life. The road he likes (long route) vs the road he hates (shortcut) -- fighting tooth and nail to become boss vs biting his tongue and accepting Ingo and Emmet as the Subway Masters.

Those are just my thoughts on how I write these characters. Please have fun playing with these lines too!

#depot agents #depot agents master post #my art #submas #submas adjacent ahaha #will probably edit as time goes on but who knows really #if you spot any typos no you dont kiss kiss #cameron #cloud #furze #isadore #jackie #ramses

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tiredfictiongate · 2 years

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What if we make Emmet a reincarnator. OCI, SI, whichever just some random person from our world reincarnated as Emmet.

Poor Ingo's younger twin has like 15+ years on him. Even though getting de-aged also impacted Emmet's rational thought processes.

But Emmet. Can you imagine the kind of stress Emmet would be under? Growing up with a twin sibling, a child he's going to watch grow up and grow with him, eat together, sleep together, go on their pokemon adventure together, potentially run into immortal Volo together, become subway bosses together all while knowing his brother is just going to disappear one day for an indeterminate amount of time, if ever returning. He can't even just ditch Ingo because by the time he realizes, he's already gotten attached.

I'd imagine this Emmet is going to be clingier than canon. And we can give him abandonment issues and separation anxiety for ✨ flavor ✨.

Lots of angst and emotions and anxiety and Ingo hasn't even disappeared yet.

Ingo doesn't mind staying by his brother's side forever, he's always expected that they're never going to part, ever. But Emmet is strangely anxious as if Ingo is going to disappear and leave him one day. Has always been but it's been getting worse since they became Subway Masters.

But instead of angst, how about some comedy.

Say Ingo notices Emmet's increasing anxiety and manages to pry out the whole story. Reincarnation, games and all. It's terribly disorienting knowing it all but he manages by focusing on how Emmet must have suffered knowing all this his whole life and having to deal with it alone. They work on Emmet's issues and they make plans for the possiblity that Ingo is going to disappear. They seek out the legendaries involved. They either don't find them or they do and Ingo has to hold Emmet back while they talk about what can be done about it.

And when Ingo disappears, Emmet is surprisingly calm about it. Sure he freaks out but it's not nearly as bad as expected. Especially not after Giratina itself pops in to apologize for its younger self kidnapping his brother and separating him from his sibling, like a lost forlorn puppy who broke a vase and is incredibly guilty.

Without Ingo, Emmet has no impulse control so he strikes up a deal with Giratina.

Nimbasa wakes up to a message from Gear Station's official social media page. To which they read:

Good Morning Nimbasa,

I am Emmet.

It is to my great regret to inform you all that as of last night, Subway Master Ingo has been kidnapped by a legendary. Do not worry, if all goes well, he shall be returning sometime within the next 5 years. We have a hearty confirmation from all legendaries involved.

If Ingo is late, I will be going to fight Arceus himself.

In other news, we are down a subway boss and will be welcoming a new member while we eagerly await Ingo's return.

Please give a warm welcome to Singles Line Subway Master Giratina.

(insert picture of Giratina in a little Gray Subway Boss hat)

Do not try to kidnap, capture, or otherwise control the new Subway Master or you will be banned from the entire subway station and not just the battle subway.

During this time, we are now unbanning all legendaries, however you shall be restricted to only using one.

Gear station and its employees will not be accepting any questions on this matter at this time.

Signed,

Subway Master Emmet

Nimbasa and the rest of the world are just going to have to live with it.

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yanban-san · 10 months

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I keep daydreaming about a darling who goes undercover to investigate this weird new local cult, and ends up very quickly rising through the ranks because suddenly whatever they're worshipping is actually responding now, but it's only to her. Instant high priestess, much to darling's distress and the twin's delight (and the mad jealousy of a few followers).

Oh oh oh, I have had such ideas about this at length... Especially for our darling boys who don't particularly desire a cult, ya know? (Also I want to gush about some OCs) [Some half-written ideas in here too]

I still haven't written much on it, but in the eldritch boy's AU I do picture there are other eldritch horrors running around- Not necessarily in Unova, but elsewhere in the world, you know? They have their own cults, amassing innocent, clueless followers to do their bidding...

But the boys keep Unova- And you- Safe from those fools. A cult tries to build a new compound or a temple in Unova? Earthquake or sudden fire happens or massive gas leak, the cult is gone. Someone's trying to proselytize about their sweet, super-cool God who will break free from the chains they were bound in thousands of years ago and bless those who honor it's return? Car accidents happen all the time in Castelia- Better it happens to them then someone who actually matters, you know?

But I have pictured the train boys getting a cult... And possibly a lot of people interested in their movements. Maybe even the Depot Agents having a cult to their lovely Bosses? Who knows.

Or maybe a weird train cult just pops up in Nimbasa. Trains are well loved, and some psychics have noticed there's a lot of strange power around the tracks... And they begin to amass. Some psychics have strange visions of strange monsters, strange lights, and deep, impenetrable darkness- Some regular folks notice strange irregularities and strange... almost glitches, in the fabric of reality on the subway- Their pokemon are jittery. They themselves are jittery. Gleaning what they can from visions and frenzy and dreams, they erect their own false temple, and pray and make offerings to the strange light and darkness of the temple. They sometimes look for others who share their feelings- Especially on one particular forum in the AU- The lit.wick website. A popular place to post about strange paranormal happenings in Unova, and the site owner had to make a separate board for the Subway of Nimbasa alone- Far too many strange things happen down there and it was flooding the rest of the boards, you know. The owner of the website himself is even beginning to investigate the tunnels... And the cultists realize the Depot Agents carry a strange energy about them- And the Subway Bosses themselves carry an even stranger energy- Have they been somehow blessed by whatever slumbering deity lurks within the Subway? But the Station Masters are not stupid enough to let these mere mortals know their nature- So they may appear oddly powerful, but nothing the cultists freak out about. But you? Oh, they forgot about how many gifts they've given you- How they've showered you in their protections and charms and blessings-

You're getting tired of being stopped by the strange people who lurk outside the Subway at seemingly all hours of the day. When the police break up one small group and tell them to move on, another soon moves in- And each time, they feel the need to pester you. "You do not realize it, but you've been blessed, O Young One." The cultist addressing you wore a dark cloak and thick spectacles that obscured most of his face. "I have not," You retort. Of course. "On the contrary," The man snorted, "Your life has taken a turn for great fortune recently, hasn't it?" "No it has-" You stopped. Hadn't it, though? "And not only that, but you bear promises from the Ineffable Mysteries of the Tunnels." He continued on. He caught you- The moment you caught yourself doubting your rejection, he'd caught you. "The feather in your cap gives off an unmistakable power... As does whatever you hide in your breast pocket." "Nonsense," You snapped, getting tired of this. "I highly doubt your- God, or whatever it is you're playing pretend with, would drop a feather at my feet-" "Ah, but it dropped at your feet, did it not? And you keep it in your hat? Why there?" The cultist half-sneered with every word coming from his lips. "And of the thing in your pocket- What of that?" "That- That was... Nothing, my boss was going to throw it out and he gave it to-" "He gave it to you? I highly doubt he was going to throw it out. He may have found it, but it was intended for you, O child. Did your boss seem strange when he was... going to throw it out? Did it seem urgent that you take that curious thing with you?" Your memory of that day Ingo gave you the scale was a little fuzzy- But- You felt a chill run down your spine. He had pressed it into your hand- And the intense, troubled look on his face- He asked you to keep it, in a voice that was strangely urgent-

And you certainly had good fortune. But you'd had good fortune even before you started working at Gear Station- But hadn't you also lost your job, and the only place you could find employment was at Gear Station? You went silent and turned away from the man. "Enough of this. Leave me alone." And you ignored his protests as you bolted across the street, booking it to your apartment. You took the feather off of your cap. Placed it on a bookshelf. You took the scale out of your breast pocket. Placed it on a bookshelf. You stared at them both. A white feather and a black scale. One gotten by chance, the other given to you- Why would Ingo give you a scale? It made no sense- He battled with pokemon every day. Pokemon lost fur and feathers and scales constantly- So why that one? You'd been blessed. And whatever blessed you, wanted you to know you'd been blessed- Or chosen. For something. And that thought seemed far scarier to you than anything else. You swallowed hard. Perhaps you wouldn't wear the scale and feather anymore to work. ------- I do have a rough sketch (VERY rough) of the guy who runs the lit.wick paper and website- I need to clean it up and actually draw the pokemon, as well as draw his assistant, Lowell Blackthorn- But I will share Jack here for now. I've been really liking the idea of writing a Darling who's a lot smarter/coy/cunning for the eldritch boys (And also over tired and overworked) and instead of immediately going to work for Gear Station, ends up working as a writer for the lit.wick paper at first.

Name: Jack Langton

Occupation: In the Eldritch AU, He is the owner of the famous/infamous website Lit.Wick, and the associated paper published quarterly with it; The paper primarily focuses on everything horror/supernatural related, having sections for scary stories submitted by writers, or actual investigations into supernatural phenomena around Unova. However, the paper gained fame by writing massive exposes on different cults and their illegal/abusive practices in Unova, and helped to break them up- As well as exposing fraudulent psychics and so-called "mages" across the region. The paper became rather infamous however, when Langton began investigating several cult influences into the Unovan government- And exposed the crimes and perversion of a number of politicians across Unova. The paper had a smear campaign launched against it, and after several near-death incidences happened under the Lit.Wick Publishing House and Paper, it fell into obscurity and is primarily known now as more of a "for fun" paper that only talks about paranormal investigations or click-bait style articles with titles like "Top Ten Haunted Locations in Northern Opelucid". Langton himself is super friendly and protective of his small staff team- He also adores kids, and his pokemon, very dearly! He has- His trusty and old companions, Stoutland and Arcanine, a small pidove, a Lilligant, and a golett that used to not work... until he moved to Nimbasa, and one night while he was putting it outside by one of the subway's surface access tunnels, it suddenly sprung back to life, and has since recognized Jack as it's owner.

#monster au #demon au #eldritch submas #monster submas #OC #OC jack langton #cult stuff #eldritch #eldritch au #submas #I apologize if this makes no sense it's 3 am and I wrote this in like ~20 min???

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pokemenlovingmen · 1 year

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Hello! I just read the thing I requested and I LOVE IT!!! While reading, I was thinking about how tall S/O compared to Ingo would be. I live for tall s/o fr and dw! I love it when the story is long, it just gets me motivated to read more! so while I still have the chance, can I request tall, extremely calm, and works at the subway masc s/o with Ingo and Emmet? (it can be poly, Not blank shipping ofc) - 🚆Anon

man y’all REALLY want to have a

relationship huh?

I mean… me too though.

I love it, let’s do it!! I just think these pokeguys have had plenty of time to tower over people… if no one is cooking up big spoon reader content, then I’ll do it myself!

Thank you very much for your request, I love the train men haha. And I’m also very glad you enjoyed my previous piece I made for you!! You’re so kind. I’m still very much feeling my way around, trying to figure out what I want from this blog, and y’all have been so sweet. It’s why I feel bad not writing as frequently as I could! I love you guys, my fellow gay yearners out there, y’all are my brothers lmao. I hope you enjoy this one as much as you did the last! (And maybe one day I’ll figure out not just how long I want my actual posts to be, but these intros as well. Too much free space for me to ramble in lmfaooo.) Since you said S/O, I’m going to write this as an established relationship! Also the submas are written as autistic because I’m autistic and I make the rules. Thouuuugh this did end up a little too focused on the twins’ autism coded behavior and I apologize for that. I got a little too into it. But at the same time you can pry autistic submas out of my cold, dead autistic hands I refuse to write them as anything but

The Pillar of Calm — Ingo and Emmet (separately!) with tall, calm depot agent S/O

Emmet

⚪️ — Well, no matter what, the most important thing you need to know about him is he loves you verrrrry much!

⚪️ — You two met when you transferred to work at Gear Station after your first long-running job at the Magnet Train station in Johto. Definitely a bit of a culture shock, considering battles are a BIG no-no on those trains, but you figured things out pretty quick. One of the most important parts of adjusting to your new job was, of course, meeting the subway masters to get the proper rundown on how things worked around here, and that’s where it started.

⚪️ — Emmet is a ball of hard-to-contain energy that he constantly needs to express via stimming or just moving around, and even if words aren’t his strong suit, he has a woeful amount of things he wants to say. You being the strong silent type who can somehow keep a level head in any situation and seldom expresses anything, it seems like your personalities would clash horrifically. But when breaks were called around Gear Station, you were one of the first faces Emmet saw as he hopped off the Super Double Line, and you being your grounded self was honestly reassuring to be greeted with after all the stimulation the constant battling is. The more you hung out, the more it became apparent Emmet could just find some calm and steady his tremendous energy with you there to ground him. It ended up becoming a bit of a behind-your-back joke around Gear Station as other depot agents took bets on when one of you would finally stop dragging your feet and ask about being more than friends.

⚪️ — But that was a long time ago. This is the now!

⚪️ — In the same fashion that brought you two together in the first place, you’re one of the first depot agents Emmet sees when he hops off the train for breaks or for closing, and he’ll come bouncing up to you when he sees you. Right away you lock arms—Emmet loves all the excitement of his job, without a doubt, but sometimes he can just overload without even realizing it’s happening. But you’re so stable and your arms are so strong, kind of locking himself to you brings him back down to earth from all the battling adrenaline.

⚪️ — It’s funny watching you two walk hand-in-hand, or with locked arms. You have a very stiff and simple stride and as calm as you are, there are no points of tension or parts of your body that just need to move sometimes. Meanwhile Emmet takes those big, toy soldier-like steps with perfectly straight legs and swings his arms so much, so walking together you’re perfectly still save for whatever arm he’s swinging around with his motions. You’re never bothered, though. It’s all very cute and you don’t mind your arm getting a little sore from Emmet just being Emmet. You wouldn’t have it any other way.

⚪️ — It’s okay that he’s not great with his words or that he can’t script when apart from Ingo if he’s around you. He can talk as much as he wants with no expectations of making sense or proper sentence structure or correct tone. You’re so laid back, you don’t mind any of it. You feel pretty special for being one of the only people on earth who can make Emmet comfortable enough to stray from his usual script and just talk and talk.

⚪️ — Carry him!! If you’re strong enough, that is. When you two get home from a long day of work, you’ll often find your arms full of giggling Emmet. He actually really likes to be held, and not many people are as significantly taller than him as necessary to do that. (Part of the reason why he’s attracted to guys, to be honest. Hold him with those big strong arms!)

⚪️ — Did I mention your calmness is really grounding? Because it is. He knows there’s no judgement with you and you aren’t a struggle to read when you take so much in stride. It’s so rare and strange to say, but Emmet feels like he can make mistakes around you. And have those mistakes not be a bad thing, I mean. He’s always heard of mistakes being learning tools, but they’ve always felt so punishing to him, he never knew why anyone would want to learn through messing up. At least, not until he met you and he realized he could flub his words and commit any social faux pas when he interacts with you, because he knows you won’t judge. You’re safe. When he’s with you, the world isn’t so harsh and judgmental, it doesn’t pick him apart so severely for being “weird” and “different”. It’s so liberating, to feel so safe in making mistakes and knowing you’ll still love him at the end of the day.

⚪️ — And for your part, you struggle feeling strong feelings, especially excitement. So when good things happen, Emmet feels the excitement for the both of you, and his energy definitely seeps over to you! With him around, feelings don’t blend together and fade into each other so easily. He never expects you to change, he loves your calmness, and it only brings him even more delight when you do get excited about something, because that something really must be amazing, then!! It’s just so comforting to have Emmet there and watch him emote for the both of you.

⚪️ — Beyond the actual therapeutic, helpful little things about this behavior, it’s also just adorable. You make that well known, because Emmet likes that you think he’s adorable. Him? Really? Even if his smile is creepy and never goes away, or he’s always tense and shaking around, or his eyes seem too blank or glassy, you think he’s cute? He’s rather insecure about his appearance, actually—he’s been called creepy and weird many times before, mostly regarding his smile and his erratic movements, so hearing you like all that about him is just so, so validating!

⚪️ — You better be a good big spoon because Emmet loves snuggling up to you and being in your arms. If you’re having a bad day, though, your height difference won’t stop him from holding you! He’s lived with Ingo his whole life after all, he’s gotten pretty good at reading fairly minimal indicators of mood since he’s used to going off so little so he always knows how you’re feeling.

⚪️ — Expect a lot of quick shows of physical affection. He’ll crush you in a side-hug for exactly two seconds before running off, he’ll bounce onto his toes to kiss you on the cheek, he’ll nuzzle his head into your shoulder before it‘s about time to get off the couch and head for work, he just likes physical affection and squeezes in it whenever possible. He’s just always very busy, and that applies to just his thought process and usual way of conducting himself, too, but you never complain about his style of affection.

⚪️ — Of course you swap train stories and facts! He’s very fascinated hearing about the Magnet Train, Unova really hasn’t got around to utilizing high-speed railways yet. And if you have any questions about the Battle Subway, he’s happy to answer!

⚪️ — Emmet’s a professional, of course, so he’s not going to be all over you at work, but he doesn’t hide your relationship either. If you’re working his line and he gets off the train in time to spot you, he’ll run over and give you a quick peck before heading off to wherever he’s headed.

⚪️ — Since words aren’t his forte, he uses all these quick shows of affection as his “I love you”s. So Emmet has likely seldom or even never said a verbal “I love you” to you, but that’s okay, because you know that’s what every one of his kisses and hugs mean.

⚪️ — If he’s ever getting overstimulated or just plain riled, you give his hand a comforting squeeze that makes everything slow down a bit.

⚪️ — Ingo loves you, by the way (in a platonic sense). He’s delighted to see someone make his brother so happy, and to see Emmet has found someone he doesn’t have to mask with that’s not just him or Elesa. He would do the classic family move and warn you that you better treat Emmet right, but Ingo doesn’t find that warning necessary. He’s seen you working even before you and Emmet got together and knows you’re not at all fickle about your commitments. He’s not worried.

⚪️ — At the end of a long work day, you can expect to find you and Emmet tangled up in each other’s lanky arms and legs, surrounded by all your Pokemon both on and off the bed. And there Emmet will talk and talk, and probably make no sense while he does it, but that’s alright and he’s just happy to spill his thoughts without worrying about how he structures them. He’ll often go until he’s yawning, at which point you shush your beloved conductor and encourage him to maybe go to sleep.

⚪️ — Before burying his face into your chest or stomach, he’ll mumble out a sleepy “well, next stop: dreamland… aaaall aboooard…!” just because he knows it makes you laugh. You’re so stoic, but he absolutely can make you laugh with ease.

⚪️ — He loves that laugh of yours, because hearing it reminds him how free and happy you two are to express yourselves in the safety of one another’s company.

⚪️ — And when you both wake up in the morning and start getting ready for work all over again, Emmet always manages to find some words with so much less effort than it usually takes him as he barges into the bathroom to help you straighten your tie.

“I am Emmet. And you look verrrrry handsome today.”

Ingo

⚫️ — Everything is Emmet’s fault here. I mean… look, he knows that despite what people think, his brother can feel joy and actually feels it quite often, but it can be hard for Ingo to keep up with how upbeat Emmet is and his brother recognizes that as loud as Ingo can get, Ingo is really more built for the quiet and the calm.

⚫️ — (Most of the time. He definitely has his moments, but unlike Emmet he doesn’t have that surplus of energy to always be shaking out. Ingo is just a bit naturally more reserved. He is certainly more verbose than Emmet, but is actually less of a fan of being social than him.)

⚫️ — So knowing he was the personality Ingo spent the most time around, Emmet really got to thinking his brother needed someone who matched his energy levels better. In general, he thinks Ingo needs someone! It makes him verrrry sad, but he knows challengers approach him much more often than Ingo solely because his outward demeanor is more approachable to people. And by god, Emmet is determined to get more people as loud and proud members of the Ingo fan club.

⚫️ — Unceremoniously shoving his poor brother into you, a complete stranger who Emmet deemed to match Ingo’s “vibes”—at their workplace no less!—was probably not the ideal way to go about it, but you guys are dating now so it really is Emmet’s last laugh this time.

⚫️ — Ingo is very quiet and slow with his affection—at least, when he wants to be. There’s a time for words, definitely, but he honestly spins his wheels endlessly when he does talk and considering he has to take charge in that department for both his and Emmet’s sake, he likes being able to wind down with you.

⚫️ — (Definitely not me gay yearning looking up all different types of cuddles but) He likes to sleep in the sweetheart’s cradle position with you. Being nestled in your arms is very comforting for him, and when he can’t sleep, being so close let’s himself get lost in… well, you. He’ll trace his fingers across your skin, just focusing on the texture, listen to your heartbeat as he lays his head on your chest, or bury his head in your side and try and figure out what that body wash you used is supposed to smell like. He can be a restless sleeper, as his mind’s always buzzing every which way, but he always drifts back off eventually when he’s with you.

⚫️ — He does get a little embarrassed about how clingy he can get and how much he wants to be held, though, but you’re just there to love him even if he gets a little flustered about it.

⚫️ — Not huge on PDA because of his self conscious-ness, and NONE at all if you’re at work. This is a professional environment, after all! Of course, you’re so calm and laid back, that’s not an issue for you. Hey, whatever he wants.

⚫️ — Ingo loves his brother, he loves him more than life itself, but despite being identical twins they don’t see eye-to-eye on everything—Emmet’s excitability and energy being something Ingo doesn’t really have. He can get into those moods and does like excitement from time to time, but as much as he adores his job, the constant excitement can be a little much and he can rely on you for some quiet and calm in his life. He doesn’t need to maximize his energy and put on a show to be enough for you.

⚫️ — You’re so quiet, sometimes he worries his lack of volume control upsets you. He’s always so loud, and you’re… not. But you’re okay with him that way, you tell him you understand that’s a hard thing for him to control and the boisterous voice is something you love, anyway. It’s so uniquely him, just something you can hear and smile to yourself about as you think “yep, that’s Ingo”.

⚫️ — Also a bit nervous about publicly being in a relationship, but hey, you’re willing to take it at whatever pace he’s most comfortable with!

⚫️ — You use your height to your advantage, doing stuff that flusters him often—because you know for all his huffing about it, he loves the attention. You swipe his hat sometimes at home and tousle his hair, only to plop it back down all the way over his eyes. You put your arms around his waist when he’s not looking and lift him up, just a little bit—that move is especially useful when Ingo is overworking himself, because he’s literally powerless in that situation and will just hang there, defeated while you carry him somewhere else like you’re a child with an oversized teddy bear.

⚫️ — You and Emmet are some of the only people who can get a real smile out of him. He absolutely still enjoys himself and feels a good amount of joy daily, he just seldom smiles to express it. But you and Emmet are both capable of pushing him into such a good mood, the corners of his mouth twitch up a little bit into his unique half-smile. (Ingo is very self conscious about how unnatural it looks, but you think he’s adorable and it kills him a little every time when you compliment his smile in spite of him growing up hating it. So with how good of a mood he already has to be in in order to get that tiny smile in the first place, that mood only soars higher once you start complimenting said smile. Very pleasant situation he can get himself stuck in.)

⚫️ — Will happily invite you to join him for safety checks on his lines, and even though he’s very much a “no romantic interactions at work” kind of guy, he’s guaranteed to happily infodump about the trains if it’s just the two of you. He’s thankful you’re such a good listener.

⚫️ — One of his favorite shows of affection to you is kissing the back of your hand, especially to say goodbye whenever you need to part ways—and no, he definitely doesn’t go after your hand because he can’t reach your face.

⚫️ — I feel like both he and Emmet need regular reminders to take care of themselves, but Ingo is definitely the more stubborn one in that department, at least when it comes to the business/paperwork side of running the Battle Subway. Emmet throws every ounce of his energy into the battles he loves so much and is so tired by the end of the day, Ingo doesn’t want to make him do it! But in convincing him to step away from work, he’ll at least begrudgingly listen to you.

⚫️ — The only time Ingo’s voice is at its true quietest is at night, when you two are laying next to each other in bed. Your fingers running through his hair, his hand laced with yours, you’re used to him half-consciously mumbling about his feelings when he’s close to falling to sleep, because Ingo’s a sentimental dork and the sleepier he gets, the harder it is for him to hold back rambling like an idiot. He can’t help it! He compensates for his lack of physical emoting by always outright stating what he’s feeling and thinking—at least, most of the time—and though he’s never dishonest about how strong his feelings for you are, a tired Ingo is the sappiest Ingo.

“Mmh… I love you… so much…”

“I love you too, Ingo.”

“I’m so… lucky to have a man like you in my life…”

“You’re sweet.”

“I just love you so much…! With all of my heart…”

“I do too, Ingo. But you should go to sleep now, really.”

#pokemon x reader #ingo x reader #emmet x reader #pokemon male reader #emmet x male reader #ingo x male reader #blankshippers dni I’ll actually bite you and not let go <3 #🚆

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Being Frank 2

This post would be TOO long, so I’m breaking it up into two parts. Frank continues:

“The next project was to get timber for the floor joists. Where I got most of it for the subfloor and the joists was from the power line that was put through. The trees were cut down and left lay. I didn’t have a truck to haul these logs, but there was a 1952 Chevy two ton with the motor shot. I went to Saccos salvage and got a motor out of a Chevy that was wrecked. It fit in the truck and I used that to haul the logs to the sawmill in Palo Alto. It was twenty dollars a thousand board feet to have them sawed. I worked by myself logging. I drug the logs down and backed the truck into a ditch. I played out cables across the bed and used the tractor to winch the logs up in the bed; that was how I loaded them by myself. I had excess lumber after milling. Mike C. approached me to take down a silo and he put it up at his house. It was forty feet high. I had to take all the excess lumber and build a wooden scaffolding inside the silo. I got paid 500 dollars and I hired two guys who were tree trimmers to help. They were used to working high in the air. It took me two days to master myself to go all the way to the top of it. In those days I was afraid of heights! Everything had to go in those manholes and they’re not big! You put a round of scaffolding around every six feet. That’s how I got more seed money to build the house. I had no deadline and that was key. You can eat an elephant one bite at a time. It was a labor of love.

Now I began my hunt for other materials, wherever I could get them. After the trees from the farm, I bought a stone ranch house up on Brown Ave that was going to be demolished for Interstate 68. It was on a concrete slab and all stone exterior. I paid 100 dollars for it. All I wanted was the stone, rafters, paneling, 2x4 studding, and bathroom fixtures. I sold the windows, doors, and roof to a friend of mine who was building on Oliver Belt Rd for $100. So I got my money back on that deal. I hauled all that stone and material out here on that old truck, loading and unloading by hand. The basement of this house was studded out with the 2x4s and the paneling from that house. The bathtub was square and had two seats in it. The fireplace insert came from that house. I did have an old man, Elsy C., help me haul the stone. The stone for the planter came from Costello Construction, which was located on Valley Street, and I purchased other building material for the meat shop at the same time. The planter here, Max, laid that for me. He was a mason.

I was deer hunting over at the Gordon farm, now Hemmis, and found that big stone out front to the left. The one downstairs over the fireplace came from Cosgrove’s farm when I was plowing. There are some fossil stones on the patio that came from Wills Mountain. All the stone windowsills and lintels came from a building on Bedford street that was a tombstone company. When they were being demolished, I was able to get all the windowsills. I saved a pile of money on that! The stone slabs approaching the porch came from the parklet next to Times News when they were renovating. I bought all the cement I needed to lay the block and stone for 15 dollars from the B&O railroad damaged freight depot. Their freight agent was Tom R. One corner of the freight car got damp and I removed all the cement and cleaned the car out. When I was using the cement I had to take a window screen and put it over a 50 gallon drum. I had to screen all the cement so there wouldn’t be lumps in it.

The steel beam needed to run the entire 48 foot length of the house. Moore farm was having a sale where the current AC College is. I bought a two steel beams there that would cover the length and hauled them on the old Chevy. I also bought a stack of pine 2x10s. The beams were over the top of the truck and 5 or 10 feet out in front. I put a flag on the longer piece and hauled it on Sunday morning when there was no traffic. I put the beam on a wagon and brought it around to the back of the house with the tractor. I had pipes on the wall and slid the ends on one at a time. I worked each end over to the center and set it by myself. Next thing was to set the floor joists. I used sidecut boards on a diagonal for the subfloor. All oak! The diagonal boards add to the strength.

Over to the garage: the garage door came from a house in the Dingle where I was able to salvage many items. The structural steel supporting the roof/patio I set by myself with an old Dodge truck with a telephone pole on it. The header was steel, and came out of the B&O freight station on George Street. The other major steel beams came from the demolished Sears building that stood where the Holiday Inn parking lot now is. The next steel was 30ft long coal mine rails that came from Abe Feldstein’s salvage yard in LaVale. The corrugated metal decking that the concrete was poured on came from a B&O derailment at Swanton. Some of the same corrugated metal was used on the barn roof.

Interviewer: Well, Frank, did you get anything from West Virginia?

Frank: Hell no, they didn’t have anything to throw away!

The posts on the patio were originally pipes that I welded plates on the end of. The 6 inch steel beam that goes across the center was also salvage from a building. In later years when the Bowman’s addition flood program began, I salvaged some ornamental aluminum posts from a house behind Hartman’s Store. They weren’t long enough, so I cut the short ones and spliced them into the long ones. The ceiling joists for the patio were the 2x8s from the stone house I tore down on the I68 right-of-way. The patio step stringers were two pieces of timber from the B&O freight station. The two posts that are on the stairway came from the old German Brewery and the handrail, redwood, came from the farmhouse (Old George’s porch). All the rafters and ceiling joists for the house portion were salvaged from the loading dock at the B&O freight. All the plywood on the roof was from a ‘fire sale.’ The rail car overheated and the floor caught fire; the smoke damage to the plywood was severe enough that they couldn’t sell it. I paid 75 cents a sheet.

Downstairs there’s one room I didn’t finish. All the ceiling was salvaged drywall that had been damaged by forklifts at Valley Lumber. I had an Amish man swirl the ceiling down there. On the other side downstairs the ceiling was finished by tile that came out of the Woodmen of the World building, along with that maple cover over the planter. It was previously a banister at Woodmen of the World. The bedroom downstairs was finished with mismatched paneling from Valley Lumber. The interior of the closet was lined with leather-type paneling that came out of B&O.

My uncle Charles built these cabinets in the kitchen out of birch plywood. He was a finish carpenter. He also trimmed out all the oak trim doorways and baseboard in the house. The front doorway was custom built by Slim (Cecil), neighbors down the road here, and Don, from my sketch. The two birch doors, front and basement, solid core, I bought from the B&O freight claim agent Tom for 15$. The sidelights on the front door I bought from Bernie G. in Frostburg. The outside hanging light was from a yard sale for $5. It had a sidearm on it, but I figured I could adapt it to hang on a chain. The inside light there on the steps came from Westons department store.

There were many people who helped me build. We traded labor. Floyd, a carpenter, helped me frame; we traded labor. The stonework was crafted by Hayes Albert Northcraft, a WWI veteran. Elsy was the mudmixer. I was at this time working 7 days a week at the Kelly. Hayes laid all the stonework and this fireplace for $1,400 with no time in it for job completion. I had a dump truck with scaffolding I’d drive around the house and we’d throw the stone in the bed of the truck, then hoist it up on the scaffolding for him to pick out what he wanted. I was to move the scaffolding every day after he was finished. One time I missed it and he was laying the stone under the bay window. He left a divot in the stonework because I didn’t move the heavy timbers for him. That’s a forever reminder that I didn’t do my duty. Hank P., whom I worked with at the Kelly, was a part-time cement finisher. He’s the one who placed the penny in the front stoop.

Well, that was a long story. It seemed like I had all the time in the world in those days, and lots of energy. You might ask when I finally finished the house. I don’t think I ever have! In fact, this year (2016) I reclaimed the large plate glass windows from the solarium at Roy Roger’s restaurant when they tore it down and I’m using them to put a sun room on the back of the house. It’ll have a hot tub when I’m finished, and also the washer and dryer. So, you see, it remains a work in progress to this day.

My note: Frank, like my parents, was born slightly before WWII and lived in this area all his life. Members of the “Silent Generation” are getting fewer these days. I had my doubts about committing to this project, but now I’m very glad I did.

#home builder #diy #solarpunk #reduce reuse recycle #recycle #recycled materials #appalachia

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nell0-0 · 2 years

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I forgot to post these here, so I’m doing it now! Have a look at my ongoing fanfic series of the submas twins being reunited in random ways thus far

Festival Raffle

“Emmet, no! You can’t just buy all the numbers of a raffle!”

“You don’t understand, Elesa! They have the collector’s edition of Gear Station model, and I MUST have it, or else I swear-“

“Yeah, yeah, you bidoofus” she sighed. Why was this her life. “But can’t you just buy one of the models when they release if you don’t get it, instead of trying to buy every ticket of the raffle?”

“They just launched it, Elesa. It won’t be for sale until at least two months have passed.”

Elesa, in the end, could only stare as Emmet bought more and more tickets. Did anyone else even have one?

Pokemon Masters Tournament

After missing for two years and her mysterious return seven months prior, Champion Dawn is participating in the Pokemon Masters Tournament for the first time. Eager to travel once more, this time her mother and honorary uncle accompany her. After all, the tournament is in the far off region of Unova.

Jackie’s curse

Jackie insists they have never a step outside of Gear Station ever since they were born. However, after one of their bosses disappear and the other starts workaholic habits, all depot agents unionize in getting Subway Boss Emmet back home to rest.

Of course, that meant dragging him away.

Emmet won't leave unless Jackie does too, even when Jackie insists only bad things would happen to them were they to step outside the station.

I titled this the Random ways to find your missing twin on AO3 ^^

#submas #subway bosses #subway boss ingo #subway boss emmet #my fanfic tag #depot agents #pokemon #pokemon arceus #pokemon wb

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sunshine-vx · 4 months

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Across Space, Time and Dreams (ASTaD) (Ch. 20)

(Blankshippers DNI)

(Please refer to beginning of chapter 1 post for complete list of CWs/TWs)

(Extra notes: Hello everybody! To make this short, I planned on having another chapter released a few weeks ago but my schedule kept going all wack. I have the time today but it'll be a bit late bc I overslept lmao. I'll be releasing two chapters today, so after this one, there should be another in the proceeding hour or so (edit: it's now up!)! Thank you all so much for your patience- and of course, for reading!)

(Huge thanks to @moonlightalpha666 as always. They've been carrying the illustration aspect of this fic for a bit. I'll still be doing illustrations myself but Moon has been an amazing help, and every illustration she does is always incredible. Obviously, this chapter's illustration done by @moonlightalpha666 !)

(Reblogs are appreciated!)

Emmet picked up his phone. He needed to alert some people of Ingo's return immediately.

"Ingo. I am going to alert a few people and they will show up here soon, okay?"

"Do they know me?" Ingo asked. He seemed just ever so hesitant.

"Verrry well." Emmet replied.

Ingo smiled, feeling a bit more at ease now. "Then alright, I don't mind at all!"

Emmet nodded and swiftly turned to send a message to Elesa and his Uncle Drayden, along with his and Ingo's Assistant Subway Masters- Depot Agents Jackie and Cloud. He sent the same message to all of them;

"I am Emmet. I have found Ingo. We are both at Nimbasa Police Station 2A."

He would elaborate later- there was no time to say anything else at the given.

Soon, Ingo and Emmet were being approached by paramedics- the officer had called them in. Emmet knew why they were here- a health evaluation. It was standard procedure when a missing person has been found, but Ingo seemed a bit nervous and less aware.

"What's going on..?" He murmured.

"We are going to be brought to a hospital for a health evaluation." Emmet explained.

"But- I feel fine."

"Yes, but they have to check just in case."

A nurse approached the two brothers.

"Follow me, please." She instructed.

The nurse led Ingo and Emmet to an ambulance. The back doors were open, and Emmet stepped inside, waving Ingo in to let him know it was okay.

After a moment of hesitation, Ingo stepped inside as well, sitting down beside his brother.

Another paramedic entered the ambulance after Ingo and Emmet, closing the doors behind them. They stood next to the twins.

"I'm required to stay with you two.” The paramedic explained, “My apologies if it's inconvenient, but it's protocol to make sure y’all are alright."

"It is okay." Emmet responded. Ingo simply nodded.

Although Emmet tried to assure him it was fine, Ingo fidgeted some. How many people would be arriving to see him? How would they respond to his memory gaps? Would this be a recurring issue? How often would he need to address it?

Questions were spinning through his head. As soon as it seemed the ambulance had left the police station, it had arrived at the hospital, Ingo and Emmet being escorted inside to be evaluated.

Before anything could proceed, the twins firmly stated that they refused to be separated, and that they would not argue.

Thankfully, the doctors and nurses complied.

Ingo and Emmet didn't necessarily mind the evaluation- they understood it was necessary. Having to remove their coats bothered them a bit- but they'd live. They were together now, after all, and in the end, everything went alright.

After all the tests were complete, the brothers were escorted to a hospital room, where they would wait for the test results- as well as for any guests that would come.

After a nerve-wracking hour passed, a nurse alerted the twins that two people had arrived to visit them.

Ingo and Emmet exchanged a glance.

"Who?" Emmet questioned.

"Gym Leader Elesa and Gym Leader Drayden." The nurse responded.

"Uncle Drayden." Emmet added.

Ingo sat down on one of the hospital beds, his mind drifting away.

Elesa…Uncle Drayden…

Ingo's eyes immediately started to water. Emmet could only smile bittersweetly in response.

"Anything coming to mind?"

"..A lot…" Ingo muttered, "It's like remembering so much at once, but it's all blurry..I can't quite see it…"

Then, the door opened, and two people rushed in.

Ingo snapped out of his daze, looking at the individuals. He felt himself starting to shake.

There was a taller, lean woman, with dark hair and an unmistakable blue-and-red headband. She wore bright yellow and black clothing and heels.

Then, there was a tall, muscular man, with white hair, growing down into a thick beard. He wore less notable clothing for the most part, but the slightly decorated lederhosen felt like it was signature.

"Emmet!" Drayden called out to the younger twin, "There you are! Thank The Dragons you're alright!"

Elesa was already getting a bit teary eyed, relieved that her best friend was okay.

"And what about-" Drayden almost immediately cut himself off as both of the visitors saw Ingo, the older twin lifting his head and raising his hand in a small wave. More tears welled up in Ingo's eyes, looking at the two individuals in front of him.

"..Ingo...." Drayden murmured.

Elesa didn't hold back anymore. She ran and embraced Ingo, crying in utter relief that Emmet had kept the full extent of his promise.

Tears began spilling harder from Ingo's eyes. He had more family here. Ingo returned the embrace.

Drayden approached the situation with more caution. He did not want to overwhelm his nephew.

Drayden carefully, like a gentle giant, approached Ingo's side, putting a hand on Ingo's shoulder.

"Ingo…are you feeling alright?"

"I'm..I'm okay." Ingo replied quietly, a small smile on his face.

"I'm just…really happy to see you here."

Elesa let go of Ingo and tried to wipe her tears away, but even if she couldn't, her wide smile said much more.

"And we're relieved to see you! Oh, Ingo, I couldn't be happier that you're back! It's been so lonely without you.."

Drayden looked at Ingo and fixed a gaze with him.

"I hoped everyday to the Dragons that they'd guide you back to us. We're nothing but relieved to know you're back home."

Drayden wasn't much of a person who showed physical affection, but he still pulled Ingo gently into a soft hug. Ingo felt himself choke on tears. He buried his face in Drayden's chest, regaining the composure he was beginning to lose.

"I'm glad I'm home, too." He said simply.

Ingo pulled away from his uncle, who took a step back. Tears ran down Ingo's face, and he brought his hand up to his eyes to wipe them away. Drayden, initially looking in pride, was caught off guard. A concerned look was apparent in his eyes.

"Ingo, may I see your arm?"

Ingo blinked, confused. But he complied, although unsure what reason Drayden was asking this for.

"Oh. Y-Yes, of course, uh-"

Ingo stretched his arm out for Drayden to look at, the older man taking Ingo's arm and inspecting it. Elesa took a step back, also examining whatever Drayden was looking at.

"Scars…more muscular but..almost malnourished." Drayden let go of Ingo's arm.

"What in the world happened?"

"Yes, Ingo, I understand it's a hard situation, but you're acting ever so slightly strange. Is everything okay?" Elesa added

Ingo winced. He didn't want to keep it a secret from them, but Dragons, he hated feeling like he was letting people down over and over again.

"I…It's a long story…I just don't.."

Ingo's eyes began to fill with tears. He was frustrated.

"I don't want you all to think I don't love you, because I do, but I'm afraid people won't believe me and it hurts to see, and they have the right to feel hurt, but the situation is so complicated and it's just kind of really difficult--"

Drayden crouched down and looked at Ingo, putting a gentle hand on his leg as a gesture of comfort.

"Ingo. It's okay. Are you afraid?"

Ingo blinked tears away, looking at his uncle.

"O-Of you? N-No. Never…"

Ingo averted his gaze and faced the ground.

"I'm..I'm afraid of hurting you…"

Elesa frowned. She looked at Ingo, concerned, putting a hand on his back to help calm him down.

"Ingo, whatever's going on isn't your fault. We just need to know."

"..Okay….okay, uhm, Emmet? Can you come over here?" Ingo requested.

"On it." Emmet answered. The younger twin stood up from his hospital bed and made his way over to stand beside Ingo. He knew what had to be done.

With Emmet's help, Ingo explained everything he could to Elese and Drayden. He felt a knot in his stomach as he saw Drayden and Elesa's expressions turn to that of horror, their hearts dropping, but Ingo would make sure to raise them again. He made sure to emphasize the most important part- that despite his memory gaps, he knows in his heart who they were. Even if he couldn't remember the memories, he knows very well of their bonds.

“I can already feel my memories returning. Even if it will take time, I promise, I'm already with you.” Ingo stated.

Drayden lowered his head to think, closing his eyes. Elesa wiped forming tears away, letting out a sigh. Ingo tensed, Emmet preparing to help how he could. But thankfully, the other two came around.

Elesa smiled, and Drayden opened his eyes.

“You're home, and you're able to remember, and you already are. That is all that matters. It won't change anything.” Drayden spoke.

“No matter how much time it takes,” Elesa added, “You're still our Ingo.”

Ingo's eyes became misty, blinking the moisture away.

“Thank you.” Ingo replied.

Ingo felt, and knew, that this was going to become some sort of pattern. It didn't make each new encounter less relieving, bittersweet, and yet heart wrenching at the same time, but at least he could become accustomed to it.

He had asked Emmet about it, who said he didn't have to tell everyone. That it wasn't lying to not say anything, and that it's okay to keep to yourself if that's for your better interest.

Ingo would have to think about that.

For now, though, he just focused on the present moment, with his family with him.

Drayden, Elesa, Ingo and Emmet just talked and rejoiced in the moments that passed. Ingo felt a weight on his shoulders lift.

After a while, a nurse entered the room with a clipboard holding a few papers and a pencil.

"My apologies- I don't mean to interrupt anything, but I have the evaluation papers for both patients."

The nurse turned to Drayden, handing him the clipboard

"You're considered a guardian figure, yes? Here, take a look."

Drayden nodded and thanked the nurse as he took the clipboard, reading it aloud so the others could hear.

There were some worrying details, but what was important was that they had been assured that the twins would make a full recovery; that's all they could ask for, really.

"They will be staying the night at the hospital to make sure they are stable, before being returned to the Nimbasa Police Station for questioning." The nurse explained.

Drayden nodded, “We understand. Is there anything else?”

The nurse shook her head, “There will be people that will arrive in the morning. They will inform you of what comes next.”

And with that, the nurse exited the room.

Emmet turned to Elesa, relieved but surprised.

"How come they did not bring you in for questioning? I may have been declared missing for a few days- a Depot Agent may have seen me leave into the portal on the tunnel cameras.." Emmet spoke

"Yes- Depot Agents Cloud and Jackies, they saw.”

Before Elesa could continue, Ingo perked up, his eyes wide.

“Depot Agents Cloud and Jackie…?”

Emmet nodded, smiling. “Yes. They helped us.”

“How…how are they?”

“They are well.”

With that, Ingo simply nodded. He needed time to think about these things.

Elesa continued, facing Emmet, “They contacted me and asked about you. I had to explain the situation to them, along with Drayden here- but," Elesa explained, "we didn't tell the police or anyone else. As for your public appearance, I had a little help from a new friend!"

Elesa pulled a Pokéball from her bag before clicking the button.

A blue light shot out and took form into..

A Zorua!

Ingo blinked, surprised. The Zoruas in Hisui looked much different, but at the same time, it looked extremely familiar.

"This little fella started following me right after you left for your mission!" Elesa stated, "It was fantastic timing. It was able to pull off your appearance for long enough so no one got suspicious- it liked helping, and it never attempted to do any harmful pranks or actions. It's a sweet little guy- and really skilled."

The Zorua yipped in contentment.

"Oh wow!" Emmet exclaimed, "What a twist, huh, Ingo?"

Ingo chuckled a bit, nodding. "Indeed."

Emmet sighed in relief, "Thank you, Elesa. You are a genius!"

Emmet turned to the Zorua, giving it a friendly smile.

"And you, too! Just do not go taking my identity unless given permission, alright?"

The Zorua responded with a friendly bark, before yawning and using one of its hind legs to reach an itch behind its ear.

Ingo laughed, chiming in.

"Yes- thank you both! I am glad that everything went smoothly- and now Elesa has a new friend!"

Emmet nodded, "Yup! It is verrry exciting!"

Elesa giggled.

While a generally good vibe filled the room, a bit of worry flickered across Ingo's eyes.

"So..what do we do when we're brought in for questioning?" He asked, glancing at Drayden.

Emmet simply looked at Drayden as well, his eyes asking the same question.

"Elesa and I will be fine. Just tell the truth." Drayden replied, "And if they don't offer it, perhaps ask if they could run a test or so to prove what may not be able to be proven otherwise. There are many resources that can be put to use here. Outside connections are also useful. Emmet, you mentioned having outside help, yes?"

Emmet perked up and nodded, his eyes letting off a spark as he caught onto Drayden's drift, "Yes! Codename "Looker" from INTERPOL."

Drayden nodded, before continuing to speak, "Then ask for that individual as well when you are taken in for questioning. It's not a guarantee, but they may be able to help us if they arrive on time."

Elesa chimed in, "I can go and ask the officers to call for them so that they have a better chance of getting here!"

"Are you sure?" Ingo asked.

"Yes, of course! I'm always willing to help!" Elesa responded.

Emmet nodded, "Just be careful, then."

"Of course. And I'll be back!" Elesa replied, before taking Zorua's Pokeball out of her bag, "Alright, bud, c'mon!"

With that, Elesa returned Zorua to its Pokéball and left the room.

Drayden nodded in approval, "She is a very smart lady. She'll be able to get it done."

"I am verrry grateful for all that she has done…more than most people would, for sure." Emmet stated.

"I have no doubts in my mind or heart that that is true. She certainly seems like the type- and….I just know." Ingo smiled, agreeing.

Emmet smiled in return.

Drayden began speaking again,

"Absolutely. On another subject..until tomorrow, we will be remaining here. I will be staying here to watch over you two overnight, along with Elesa.” Drayden said.

The twins nodded. They were more than glad to have Drayden and Elesa stay here with them.

It was well past 10:00 PM now, and both twin brothers were asleep in their hospital beds, only an opened-up curtain apart. Elesa had dozed off in a chair near the door to the hospital room.

Drayden was still awake, watching over his nephews with the vigilance of a Salamence in the air.

As Elesa had promised, she returned to the hospital room with good news after a few hours.

Although it took some prodding, she was able to get the officers to call for Looker.

The rest of the afternoon had been well, among all four of them. Ingo and Emmet just chatted amongst themselves, Drayden and Elesa. At one point, Ingo had suggested they go out into the courtyard- when they got there, he showed them new Pokémon he had captured while away! Some of them were Pokémon the others had never seen before. They wanted to ask questions, but they would have to do so later, as they didn't want to overwhelm Ingo. Regardless, it was fun in the courtyard!

Drayden, like the twins, was truly grateful for Elesa's help. She was pretty much family to him at this point, too.

Drayden was not an emotional person, usually. No, he wasn't the type to call emotion a weakness, or shame himself for showing any- he just wasn't the type to express himself in that particular way.

But as Drayden looked over the sleeping boys, leaning his back against the wall, facing the end of the hospital beds, he felt his eyes watering and his throat closing up.

He had helped raise these two. To see Ingo back with them, to see Emmet resting soundly again, to see them side by side.

It hurt him to know what they've had to go through, but it healed him to see a sign of hope that everything would be okay again.

Drayden did not stop himself from crying. He would not awake Ingo and Emmet, of course, but he wouldn't stop himself from allowing himself to feel.

He was a more quiet person overall, anyways- it seemed that included being a silent crier.

Drayden did not shed many tears, but they were there. Regardless, it was something he had needed to express. Joy that Ingo was back, relief that Emmet had been alright, and hope for the future of his nephews.

Drayden wiped his tears away and regained his composure.

He looked up.

Ingo and Emmet were still sound asleep. Drayden hummed quietly to himself. That was good.

He should probably get a little bit of rest himself.

Drayden and Elesa were up early, and had awoken Ingo and Emmet quite early as well. The hospital would be dispatching them soon, and police would be here to take Ingo and Emmet in for questioning.

"Do you two feel better than yesterday?" Elesa asked the brothers.

"Yup! I feel quite a lot better, actually." Emmet stated.

"I do." Ingo replied, "I feel..very refreshed."

"That is good." Drayden spoke as he went over to a desk where the twin's folded clothing could be found. Drayden handed it to them, who took the clothing gratefully.

"Go change into these. I'm sure you'd prefer it." Drayden commented, "Be sure not to take too much time, though. I will be signing you two out while you do that."

"Thank you, Uncle Drayden!" Ingo and Emmet answered in sync.

Once the twins returned to their designated hospital rooms, Drayden and Elesa were waiting for them, an officer and paramedic to the side.

"Hello, Ingo Sokomasu, Emmet Sokomasu." The officer greeted them, "I will be taking you to Nimbasa Police Station 1A for questioning. Please follow me."

The officer led Ingo and Emmet outside the hospital, approaching a police car, with Elesa and Drayden following. The officer opened the door for Ingo and Emmet, who sat inside, looking nervous. The officer made their way into the front seat.

The paramedic, Drayden and Elesa approached the car windows.

"You two will be fine. Just do what you'd usually do, as I said before. You are both very intelligent young men." Drayden encouraged.

"Do not worry." Elesa piped in, "Drayden and I will be heading to the station, as well. We'll be waiting for you!"

The brothers nodded, thanking their uncle and best friend. Knowing they'd be there helped calm their nerves. With that, the officer rolled up the window and began to drive towards the station.

When they arrived, Ingo and Emmet were taken in separately to be questioned by themselves. It wasn't ideal, but it was necessary- to accommodate, the other twin was placed in the room right next to the questioning room, where they waited intently while the other was being questioned, hoping that everything would go okay.

Ingo was asked what he remembered, what happened while he was gone, where he had gone, and what he knew. Emmet was asked more or less the same questions, but also of what he knew of Ingo's disappearance, and how he had found Ingo.

Ingo answered honestly and only honestly, and to his fullest ability. Of course, his answers would seem out there, and the officers were certainly perplexed, but Ingo insisted he was telling the truth.

Emmet also told the truth, and mostly to his fullest ability, although he left out a few details, such as..stealing the Orbs. He was sure Looker had returned them by now.

When was he going to get here, anyway?

After the brothers were done being questioned, they were escorted to another, singular room. Ingo and Emmet were excited and relieved upon seeing each other again, although anxious upon seeing multiple officers inside the room.

Looker was there, too, speaking with them. There he was!

Looker turned as he heard the brothers enter the room, and he smiled. Ingo and Emmet- the younger brother especially- seemed glad upon spotting Looker.

"Greetings. Looker is what they call me." He announced, turning to meet eyes with the younger twin

"Emmet, thank you for alerting me to your current situation."

Emmet nodded, "Yes. Thank you for coming."

Looker nodded, then turning to the older brother, "And Ingo. It is wonderful to see your case has been solved."

Ingo smiled, "I am endlessly grateful for your help, detective."

"It is my job to make sure citizens stay safe. We have business to discuss, that being said." Looker averred, waving the Subway Bosses over to a nearby table, with enough chairs to fit a whole group, and many papers and books laying on top. "Here, we have been discussing the case and the information we have gathered thus far."

Emmet faced Looker anxiously.

“I am assuming that…others will be questioned?”

“Yes.” Looker answered, “No need to worry, they are not in trouble. It is just standard protocol.”

Ingo turned to Emmet, confused and a bit concerned.

“Who?”

“Ms. Elesa, Ms. Cloud, Ms. Jackie, and Mr. Drayden.” Looker responded.

Ingo's eyes widened, “Cloud and Jackie are here?”

Emmet nodded, “Yes, but not..here.”

Ingo's shoulders drooped ever-so-slightly. “Oh…will..will they be alright? And Elesa and Uncle Drayden?”

Looker nodded, “If you had a real reason to worry, I believe I would need to be concerned, myself.”

That helped Ingo's nerves a bit, although he couldn't help but think about what he just heard.

“Now, it is time for business.” Looker announced, taking a chair and pulling it outwards at the table.

Chapter 19 (part 2 of 2)

Chapter 21

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Someone Will Remember Us, Even in Another Time

A large part of this is inspired by the WardenIngoPC AU by @pointvee

Note: This is unfinished and I likely won’t be returning to it. It features scenes out of context, ends abruptly and is littered with placeholders/notes. If that’s a dealbreaker for you, you’re better off skipping this.

That said, it’s a difficult one to really post about, because I ended up merging what I’d already written in one vein with a separate concept. There’s actually a (mostly) complete outline for this, but it’s legitimately over 9000 words long, and there’s just no way I’m getting it under control.

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“You are definitely not allowed here.” Emmet said, blunt as ever.

True as that may have been, he didn’t need to say it to the Pokemon’s face.

The Pokemon in question stared down at them with two-toned eyes and blinked, unruffled by the declaration; it stepped forward with one gold-tipped hoof, then the other, intent on the pair of them as it strode nearer.

[…]

“I… suppose the rule states that a trainer can’t have a legendary Pokemon on their team, not that a legendary Pokemon itself can’t battle.”

“Ah.” Emmet said, all flat amusement, “The Air Bune loophole. What a cultured Pokemon.”

[...]

Emmet didn’t react at first, so used to seeing Pokemon charging his direction in a train car that, for just a second, he forgot there was no active Pokemon on his side of the field. It would have been a horrible mistake if Ingo hadn’t already thrown an arm around him and pulled the both of them to the side, turning his back just in time to clear the Pokemon’s path.

Coincidentally, it was this exact motion that [doomed him]. As soon as it drew even with them, the Pokemon seized the collar of his coat in its jaws and kept galloping, tearing the two apart. Emmet had just enough time to lunge forward, but not enough to catch his brother’s outstretched hand.

Before his foot met the floor, they were gone, and he was left alone in an [idk] car.

---

The security footage was simultaneously informative and utterly unhelpful. It showed the Pokemon appear out nowhere on the car prior to theirs and then promptly admit itself through the door. Normally, the ensuing battle would have been fascinating, but right now, Emmet couldn’t care less-- he reviewed it out of obligation, but was patiently waiting for the battle’s end.

He was aware of the depot agents congregating around, leaning closer than he’d prefer in order to parse what was happening onscreen. For now, he let them. Uncomfortable as it may have been, he’d appreciate any confirmation that he wasn’t actually seeing things.

Playback showed the Pokemon wind up and charge; Emmet saw himself stand dumbly in its path until Ingo dragged him away, and then watched-- a seething, passive observer-- as it stole his brother. The angle didn’t offer any new information. It displayed his [lunge] forward, but not the way their hands had just barely grazed each other as the Pokemon fled into a golden light.

This perspective was, however, easier to watch. The content was still terrible, there was no denying that, but the cameras were mounted in such a way that Ingo’s likeness was recorded from the back. When Emmet [reviewed] it, the panic in his twin’s eyes was a product of his memory and nothing more.

“You-- you battled that?” Cameron asked, incredulous.

“Boss Emmet,” Ramses began slowly, on his other side, “Where’s Boss Ingo?”

Emmet was unable to formulate a response, so he didn’t. Instead, he gave a low, frustrated growl.

“Okay.” Said Cloud from further back, “Okay. We-- we’ve gotta call someone, right? Who would know what that…? Lenora? Professor Juniper?”

Isadore, eyes fixed on the frozen screen, said nothing and pulled Cameron back.

Though he was grateful for the breathing room, Emmet couldn’t say as much; in one fluid motion, he rose from his chair and strode out of the security office. It was unheard of for one-- let alone both-- of the Subway Masters to depart from Gear Station unscheduled. Emmet couldn’t find it in himself to care, right now; willingly or not, Ingo had set the precedent, and he’d always looked to his older brother for social cues.

[...]

When he came back, Cameron was in the chair, vacillating between studying the screen and sketching something out on a stray piece of paper. Isadore stood next to him, scrolling through his phone as he tried to figure out what they were looking at. Normally, Emmet would take issue with the distractions. Not today.

“Emmet,” Elesa said slowly, looking at the frame Cameron had decided to use as a reference; it showed the Pokemon in something approaching profile, facing off against [pokemon], “What’s going on here?”

Tersely, he signaled to Cameron, who looked up from his misshapen quadruped and obediently let the footage play out

---

The news got out within three days.

Not the news of Ingo’s abduction, since Emmet had recruited anyone who would listen for three consecutive seconds in that regard-- no, somehow, the security footage leaked, and the reception was unfathomable.

Gear Station had to be shut down within the hour; too many people were crowding around, ignoring safety guidelines and impeding the ongoing investigation. Emmet had been forced to use his entire team and the rogue Chandelure to ensure that no civilians remained on the premises, and even then, people found creative ways to break and enter.

---

And suddenly, there was something new, something different.

The image was of tightly packed dirt, a white stripe visible on the very edge. Centered at the bottom were a pair of [old]-looking shoes.

“--sn’t recording last time, either. I just don’t get it.” There was an exasperated sigh, “You got it to work-- no chance you remember how, is there?” The speaker hissed in a sudden breath, the only noise to fill the silence for a moment.

“I shouldn’t have asked. Sorry.”

“There’s no need to apologize.”

“Yeah there is. I know it bothers you, and I was being insensitive.”

“I’m not so easily offended, Miss Akari; the circumstances are nonstandard, and I’m fully aware that it wasn’t your intention.”

The first speaker made a small noise of dissent. The second seemed to take that as a cue to intervene.

“Come on, now, let’s find the source of this malfunction. Perhaps we missed something early on that’s preventing your device from [idk]; you can’t leave the station if your equipment isn’t up to code. Remember, safety f-”

---

The video was focused on a Pokemon, bipedal with light fur and two claws on either paw. It was sitting on something dark-- someone’s lap, based on the fact that there were hands holding onto either set of claws, swaying them side to side the way one might play with an infant.

When the feed began, a man’s voice was already speaking, an indulgent sing-song as he moved the Pokemon’s claws.

“--round the lum berry bush the Aipom chased the Sneasel, the Aipom thought ‘twas all in good fun and--” The hands guided the claws toward one another, clacking them gently together, “--bop goes the Sneasel.”

He stopped shortly thereafter, posture shifting to turn toward the person holding the camera, incidentally showing off the carved wooden band on his wrist. As they spoke, it became immediately obvious it was the same pair from before.

Briefly, they talked about a Pokedex, and then, with the same air of entertainment he’d used on the Pokemon, the man said said, “I see. And this specific aspect of raising Sneasel was vital to your research, was it?”

There was a long silence, and then a resolute, “Yes.”

He chuckled. “Well, if you’ve got what you came for, I won’t keep you any longer-- unless you’d also like to bone up on the mechanics of claw sharpening.”

Though it was phrased like the answer was an obvious no, his tone suggested that it was a legitimate offer. The girl holding the camera hummed in consideration.

“They do the--” She must have gestured off-screen, because she didn’t elaborate further, and the camera bounced with an unseen motion, turning the Pokemon into a pale blur before the focus settled on the ground. “With rocks, right? That’d be good to see, but I’ve gotta run to the Fabled Spring before nightfall. I’ve been waiting forever for a full moon, and figured I’d camp out ahead of time, just so I don’t miss any Clefairy.”

“Ah, you’re wise to stay on schedule, then. Have a safe trip.”

“See ya!”

There was the dizzying blur and buffeted noise of a camera being moved quickly and carelessly, and, after a few seconds, it settled on the girl’s shoes as she walked, presumably looking down at her device.

“Oh shit.” She said, the second word muffled as she clapped a hand over her mouth, “It was recording, wasn’t it? That’s gonna be embarrassing.”

She stopped and turned at the waist, but the visuals stayed consistent as she took a hissing breath, “Welp. Sorry, Ingo.”

---

The camera adjusted as the interior lighting gave way to the sun, and, excited, she gasped, “Oh! Oh, this is gonna be good.”

Slowly, she crept across the dirt roadway, keeping her quarry onscreen. Her movements didn’t go entirely unnoticed-- the man in red from before kept a wary eye on her-- but she kept herself hidden where it counted, which was, admittedly, impressive; the main street was quiet enough that the conversation about ‘plump beans’ registered even from this far away.

Shifting the device to her non-dominant hand, Dawn presumably readied her ammo in one hand and took aim.

Their interaction seemed to end just a beat too soon-- the dark-clothed man tipped his hat and began to turn-- and Dawn panicked. The blur of a snowball [verb] less than a hand’s width from his face, and, running on instinct, he whirled around and boomed, “EMMET!”

The phone clattered to the ground, camera pointing up to where Dawn had abandoned it in an effort to protect her ears. An incredible silence settled over the street. It was broken as, somewhere in the near distance, a Kricketune cried.

As she tested the waters-- uncovering first her right ear, then her left-- Dawn lit up. “Who!?”

There was an awkward cough from off-screen, followed by a rough-sounding, “My apologies, Mister Choy.” and footsteps drawing nearer.

“Miss Akari, […], but you have to understand that throwing objects at passerby is a major safety violation.”

“Uh, sure. Won’t happen again, Ingo, promise.” Dawn said, crossing her heart as if to emphasize her sincerity. As soon as she’d completed the gesture, she wasted no time in launching into, “Who’s Emmet?”

There was a brief pause, “I beg your pardon?”

“That’s what you said when you were busy using Uproar! Do you think they were your partner? Or the man who likes winning?”

“Human.” He said instantly, “He’s human. He’s my…he’s...”

He broke off with a small, pained sound. At the same time, Dawn reached over, past the camera’s field of vision, and seemed to remember its presence; a flash of a grimace stole over her face and she gingerly set a foot over the lens.

“I apologize for my unscheduled departure, but please excuse me.”

After a second, Dawn removed her shoe from the camera. The last thing it picked up before she [picked it up] and stopped the recording was her worried expression.

---

The picture was composed, primarily, of lavender fur. A dozen light purple bodies sprawled out all over the place, varying from [size] to something that could be cupped in the palm of a hand. The Pokemon were unmistakably Sneasel, but no Sneasel like any on record, prior to the Bop Goes the Sneasel video; it was almost like they’d been inverted, the [dark] fur turned light and white claws stained dark. There was another creature at the top, but that was… complicated.

Because the odd Sneasel were sleeping on a person.

From the waist up, he was all pale colors-- a light pink tunic, fair skin, silver hair tied back in a lopsided bun that one baby had sleepily sunk its claws into-- but there was a dark splotch to his side, teeming with [baby] Sneasel. He had one arm wrapped around it, forming a dip so the [babies] couldn’t simply roll out of their bed.

Then there was the presumed Mama Sneasel. Situated at the top of the picture, she was letting the man’s head rest against her body, curled to help contain her young as they dozed on the lone human. Her eyes were closed, head turned to tuck her face against the man’s neck and hands with three massive, razor sharp claws laying lazily on his chest.

The photo was posted alongside two words: For Emmet.

Ten minutes later, there was a continuation. The Pokemon at the top-- not a Sneasel at all, given the size discrepancy and key physiological differences-- was awake this time, her posture slightly different. She’d moved to lay her head on one arm, the other drawn up, idly working through a visible tangle in the man’s hair. The man himself was little better than asleep, but his eyes were cracked open and looking in her general direction. He seemed unbothered by the claw so close to his face.

This, too, was accompanied by a caption.

Wady Sneaswer wuvs her warden.

That would have been the end of it, but it was also followed by another picture-- a return to the candid snapshot style that had begun the entire [?]. Instead of a head-on shot of a horizontal surface, the picture seemed to depict the room itself, from the perspective of someone standing mostly-upright. The large not-Sneasel-- ‘Wady Sneaswer’-- was propped up on one elbow watching amusedly as the man shot upright, one wide-eyed Sneasel clutching his hair. In the foreground, Dawn fled, a blurry grin visible on her face.

The feed went silent.

---

“Akari has been training a Rotom recently.” Ingo said from behind the device, conversational. “It has an interesting habit of changing its form in accordance to the… items she’s obtained from the Ginkgo Guild. I seem to remember that they have a function, but for the life of me, I couldn’t begin to guess at what they are.”

He seemed to be climbing a rocky incline as he spoke, giving a Bronzong a wide, respectful margin as he crossed its path. As he neared the top, he hesitated, distracted.

“It appears Melli is attending to duties elsewhere today.” He murmured. It still echoed back at him. “I mean no disrespect, but perhaps that… makes this simpler.”

“You see, my goal is to observe the Pokemon in its base form. Lady Sneasler’s children have caught the ire of a Rotom in the past, which led me to believe it was a ghost Pokemon-- it’s become quite clear, however, that this is not the case for its altered shapes. [...]”

[...]

“Hey, wait!”

There was a brief scuffle and a high, electric snicker, followed by the phone all but flying out of its owner’s grasp. A hand passed by the lens, scrambling to grab the device.

“This was not at all what I intended! Sir or madam, I must insist that you return that at once.”

[it devolves into him chasing the Rotom for awhile. Eventually he sics Gliscor on it and battles the phone, which comes out unscathed. The racket catches Melli’s attention, however, and he complains out-of-shot.]

Reaching to tilt the brim of his hat down, Ingo dropped the hand to pinch the bridge of his nose.

“Sinnoh, grant me patience.” He successfully whispered, and stooped down to retrieve the phone.

[...]

[username]: If Sinnoh gave him strength, Melli would be dead.

----

“So I got to the Highlands this morning--” Dawn puffed, haphazardly recording a craggy incline full of Bronzor as she ran, “-- and the torches in Wayward Cave were gone. Again. That’s-- that’s a thing. That’s been going on for awhile.”

She stopped talking for a moment, catching her breath and swiftly maneuvering around what looked like a series of grave markers.

“Melli takes them down and-- hff-- Ingo has to put them back up. But then! I heard! The word ‘safety’! From all the way down in the Bolderoll Ravine!” She took a gasping breath, unwilling to sacrifice her speed, and continued, “And if Melli’s about to get his ass kicked, I can’t miss it. I can’t. Hooo. Okay. Just a little farther-- an-- anyway people in our time like battles, yeah? I like them. Ingo likes them. And if this is-- hff-- really happening, I wanna be able to relive it later.”

[...]

“With all due respect,” Ingo said, in tones that subtly suggested the amount due was, in fact, none, “I would vastly prefer we didn’t fight over this. It seems to me that concessions can be made on both our parts; I’m certain I’ve seen Pokemon cohabitate with humans in tunnels far more active than the ones here.”

[,,,]

“That Earthq-- Earth Power Gliscor used! I’ve seen that before-- I didn’t know Pokemon in Hisui could learn it, though!”

There was a low, sleepy “Scorrrr” from the side, and a swishing tail crossed the lens’s path as it filmed a Bronzor giving their backs a dirty look.

“You have? Perhaps that’s where I’m getting it from, then. For some time now, I’ve had the strangest feeling that, once mastered, Earth Power should have a wider range of effect, but none of the Pokemon I’ve observed have demonstrated such an attack. We’ve been working on this for quite some time.” There was a break for a gleeful chirp, and the glimpses of Gliscor’s tail were replaced by a leathery wing as it swooped down. It obstructed a good third of the frame. “Ah, time to roost, is it? Rest well, you’ve earned your [break].”

[...]

Gear Station Official: Of course that’s what he remembers. If Hisuian Gliscor have Mold Breaker, I will not be held accountable for my actions.

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Don't Become Uncoupled From Me | Flufftober #1

Flufftober Masterlist

Fandom:Pokemon:Black & White

Character: Ingo & Emmet

Content: Intended to be platonic. No use of Y/N. Established relationship (friendship) with the submas twins. Basing Ingo's and Emmet's speech quirks and personalities off game quotes and Pokemon Masters Ex dialogue. Emmet is also featured but less essential to the plot.

Reader info: Gender Neutral. No bodily, hair, or gender mention for the reader. They/Them pronouns. Reader is intended to be 18+ in the fiction and works as an attendant at the Gear Station. Mild characterization of an overworked, forgetful, altruistic reader. Intended Childhood Friends.

Variants: You/Your

-_-_-

The darkness that comes from the resting hours of the Gear Station was almost haunting. Various species of Pokemon scamper through the station halls. The Pokemon's scuffled footsteps and echoing calls the only ambiance to the rustling of papers. In a little cubby of an office they sort schedules back into the proper order. After a coworker dropped the stack she haphazardly piled them together without checking the dates.

To prevent any mishaps caused by wrong information or an absent minded individual. They found themselves working pass their intended time correcting the mistake. Fluttering of pages to eye the dates served as a distraction from a slight nagging sensation that they had forgotten something. An important thing. The attendant shifted the papers around; tapping them against the desk to align them properly.

As they settled the stack into the designated tray, they heard the clunk of the office door handle hitting the wall behind it. It wasn't an unusual sound nor an unusual occurrence of the hour. The door was always hitting the wall because of where it sat and how small the doorway was in the first place. They could count how many times Emmet alone had bonked his head on the top of the door frame. There was late night staff and security as well.

"You said you wouldn't do this anymore," the voice familiar albeit a little hoarse from projecting his voice all day.

"Ingo, I didn't want anything to be messed up for you two tomorrow. Especially since I have tomorrow off. I-" they paused before admitting "I also kinda forgot about that."

Ingo sighed before taking long strides over to the desk. He skimmed over the stack, pinching the pages between his middle finger and thumb. Using his index finger to fold the paper into the hold. After appraising the stack he gave a hum of approval. He turns in place, not changing his foot stance just twisting at the waist, to look at his friend.

"You've had a late arrival to your destination," Ingo starts before shifting. Turning with an audible step he holds out his hand to the attendant.

"Allow me to guide you safely off the station," Ingo paused, blinking at them. No perceivable emotion in his eyes. His prominent frown would make someone unwise of Ingo particularities think he was upset with the depot agent.

But he wasn't and the softened look whenever he makes eye contact shows it. Emmet teases him for being a softy but he does the same. They take his glove covered hand to which he gives them a reassuring squeeze.

" All passengers are secured and the train's now leaving the station," Ingo says with a firm nod. The subway master guides the way out of the office. Hastily releasing his grip on his friend's hand to lock the office door before slipping right back.

Ingo was always unaffected by the chilly night air of the gear station halls. Emmet on the other hand disliked it immensely. One time he had his Archeops draped over his back sleeping while he did. Up until it ended with a broken chair. Emmet sat hunched on the floor scribbling angrily at his work.

Most of the staff must be either gone or hidden in their security posts. Ingo had adjusted his gait to match his second car's pace not minding the speed difference.

"You skipped dinner again for this didn't you?" Ingo says startlingly sudden. He hummed seeing them nod in affirmation.

"That's fine. Emmet wanted you to join us for dinner," Ingo looks out of the corner of his eye accidentally making eye contact with them. He returned his gaze forward squinting when he saw an impatient white figure rolling on their feet, heel to toe.

Speak of a Subway Master and he'll appear. Ingo raises his unattended hand to flag Emmet down. The more energetic twin makes his way over.

A short exchange of words ensued between the twins.

"I've already inquired about them joining us for dinner," Ingo starts illicting a gasp from the white clad twin.

"Emmet wanted to ask. This is verrry mean of you," Emmet huffs. His smile remains but he puffs his cheeks in annoyance. Somewhat like a Jigglypuff whenever its performance is interrupted or ignored.

"I didn't think you'd stay behind to ask. Anyhow they haven't answered the question so you still have a chance." At this Emmet lights up turning towards his friend for their answer

"As long as you're not cooking," they tease.

"I am Emmet, and I resent that statement," Emmet feigned offense, slapping his hand to his chest. He chuckled sidling over to their side, opposite of where Ingo occupied. Emmet wordless slipped his hand into their empty one. A habit of his since he was young.

Ingo leads; a small tug signaling the train is now on the move. Emmet filled the silence, talking about notable characters he saw on the train. He brought up having lost a battle early in the morning breaking his winning streak.

"It was my highest yet," he mourns the loss. He put himself in a bad mood, slouching as he walked.

"But you now have a new record to best," Emmet straightened up at the thought. Ingo let out a hum of agreement.

Emmet sped up now leading the three of them. Ingo missteps, letting go to avoid dragging the other two down with him. Vaguing registering that his hat has removed himself from his head. He stops himself from hitting the floor. Grasping the visor of this cap he moves it back to where it's supposed to be.

Ingo grounds himself and finds himself left behind as Emmet dragged their friend onwards.

"Halt, I've been uncoupled!" Ingo's voice carried far, similar to when he's signaling the departure of the trains or any instructions needed.

"Emmet will miss you. I will eat your share," Emmet called back looking over his shoulder.

Ingo sighed, not the first nor last time this'll happen.

"At least slow down, You're dragging them," he yells, starting to jog.

"Don't you become uncoupled from now!" Emmet teases them before looking over his shoulder to see if Ingo is gaining.

_-_-_-_

Emmet is a food menace, leftovers are a foreign concept for him. Put a baby lock on the fridge to ward off the man.

Note: struggling with Tumblr so this has been deleted and posted again sorry about that.

#pokemon black and white #pokemon emmet #pokemon ingo #subway boss ingo #subway boss emmet #x reader #platonic #flufftober 2022

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belltrigger · 2 years

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Submastober Day 01 - All Black

Hello and hi friends! *★,°*:.☆(￣▽￣)/:*.°★* 。

This is my first entry for me and Riso's Submastober event! You can find the main post on my blog! Feel free to join us if any of the prompts catch your interest. The prompts are not in any particular order, but if you do want to participate, feel free to do them however you'd like!

Our goal is just to make fun little things every day with no stress or obligation! So, you can do one prompt or them all, or feel free to just enjoy what we put out together! 💜(❁´◡`❁)

Title: All Black Word count: 626

Kudari stood in front of the closet in his brother's room, fingers of one hand hesitating on the golden door pull.

It had been three weeks and four days (and eight hours, forty two minutes) since an otherwise regular day ended with one of the most well known people in all of Unova disappearing. Gone without a trace, Nobori had simply just vanished into thin air. No one saw anything out of the ordinary nor heard anything suspicious. No one could recall Nobori being distressed or worried, and he had spoken about plans with Kudari at the end of their shift.

Rumors circulated endlessly. A prevailing theory for the police was that an underground organization had targeted the Subway Masters, and taking Nobori had just been the first half of the plan. Kudari had been told to act normally so as to not hinder the investigation.

How they expected him to act normally when their best *guess* was that Nobori had been kidnapped was beyond his imagining.

He'd worked himself to exhaustion in the first two weeks, and collapsed running between his and Nobori's trains. Eelektross had wrapped itself around him as Gavantula went to summon Cloud. Since then, the other depot agents had been keeping an eye on him, shoving him into office work when he refused to go home on time. Although he appreciated their concern and care for him, he felt it inappropriate to ask them to help search for his brother.

If the police would even allow them to... He had his own investigation going on, and Ramses had more than once warned him of the officials showing up with enough time to hide his 'interference.'

Finally sliding his brother's closet open, he stared hard at the all black clothing lined neatly on hooks. His older brother was fastidious, and had very particular habits.

Kudari had various shades of white clothing, with very light grey mixed in for minor contrast. Because there was no real need to separate by color, he kept everything except shirts and undergarments in his closet. And those were just neatly put away in his dresser.

Nobori, however, had a preference to black clothing, but wore white or varying shades of gray depending on where he was. He felt a white shirt looked most professional with his uniform. Nobori enjoyed little hints of white in his civilian clothing, to 'remind him of his precious brother.' Such a thing made him blush even now.

Due to the variation in Nobori's wardrobe, he had a particular way of storing his clothes. The closet that he had just opened held all of Nobori's black clothing. White and grey clothing were in his wardrobe, either hanging or in the drawers within. It had been a gift from their uncle, who was just as particular with his clothing as Nobori. (For the record, Kudari had been given a loft bed with a desk beneath it. A clear effort to get him and Nobori into separate rooms when they were younger and inseparable. As an addendum to that record, it had only encouraged them both to sleep in it.)

Reaching forward, he gently took the sleeve of one of the all black shirts in his hand, holding it out from the body of the garment. Rubbing the fabric between his fingers, he felt his throat tighten and his eyes burn. He brought the sleeve up to his forehead, pose almost mimicking the act of kissing a hand, and he shut his eyes before any tears could fall to stain the fabric.

It used to be that black clothes were a welcome sight, bringing with them a feeling of joy and stability unrivaled.

But now, just like to everyone else, they were clothes of mourning.

#Blankshipping #RS Submastober #Bell fic #Angst

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janekfan · 1 year

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He was hiding.

It was shameful.

Ingo knew that but the noises of the bustling station and rumbling rails hurt deep inside his bones.

Overstimulated.

That’s what the therapist would say.

Ingo didn't think it used to happen.

Not before.

Or at least not as often.

So he was hiding, standing off to the side and in the shadows, barely holding it together. Tearing apart at his badly worn seams after having stitched himself together over and then over again. He'd always been observant. Had to be. Both here in the subway and back in Hisui.

But he was exhausted from being on alert all the time. From stringing together all his missing pieces by reading between the lines of Emmet's telling silences. His head ached. He was exhausted. Still, the trains ran.

The rails roared.

Ingo hid.

“Um, e’excuse me?” The passenger before him looked uncertain; hands clutching, worrying, the straps of their bag in such a way that laid bare their nervousness. “I’ve. I’m. I missed.” Young. Eyes glossed thick with tears. It took him too long to parse out what they were trying to say, syllables clashing together in his ears like the echoes of footsteps down a long corridor. If Ingo hadn’t known better, he would’ve thought they’d been speaking the language of another region. He tilted his head, closed his eyes. Willed himself to understand as they continued their stilted explanation, thankfully unaware of the Subway Master’s current struggle.

Ah.

A missed connection.

And here they’d caught him without use of his words, mouth gaping uselessly when he went to reassure them that this was an error easily fixed. Reflexively, Ingo passed a closed fist across his chest in apology, guiding the passenger towards a nearby depot agent with a hand at the small of their back. From the corner of his eye, Ingo saw them watch, fascinated, as he conveyed the issue through sign, apologizing again.

“Not a problem, Boss Ingo.” The agent flashed him a kind grin. “I’ll sort this out in a jiff.” Ingo nodded in thanks, patting the youth gently on the head and offering them his version of a smile before returning to his post.

It was his own stubborn resolve that forbade him returning to their shared office.

“--Ngo!” He surfaced from the bottom of a deep well to Emmet repeating his name. Not touching. They’d learned the hard way that Ingo couldn’t stand to be touched when he was like this. Not until he'd come back from wherever he'd gone anyway. Sluggish, his eyes slipped from Emmet’s face to his Noble. Traitor. Though he couldn’t be mad. He’d needed help. She’d fetched it. “Hullo!” Forced cheer and a megawatt grin.

He’d been back for months. At work for weeks.

Struggling for days.

Why now did it feel as though everything was impossible? Emmet’s smile softened in understanding.

“We will go home.” Ingo shook his head, already halfway to the office by the time his untrustworthy mind sorted out what his younger brother was saying, words still caught somewhere in the short length of his throat. Lady Sneasler chirped in worry when he went to fingerspell with shaky hands and Emmet only paused in his stride to hold them still as the crowd broke easily around them, like water flowing around stones. “It is alright.” He continued to reassure, speaking slowly and signing alongside when Ingo had visible trouble keeping up. “You are not well.” And when that didn’t work, “you promised.” Though the sting of his reminder was tempered by the brush of a palm beneath the brim of his cap. “Yup. Not at all.”

Oh.

Is that why he felt so tired? Eyes hot and skin clammy? That made a certain amount of sense. It wouldn't be the first time Ingo pushed through an illness without noticing. Drove Calaba and Irida and Melli up cliffs. Ingo's chest felt hollow with remembering. Filled up with sorrow and loss and for once he allowed it to derail him.

Gently, Emmet guided Ingo down to the office couch, displacing at least half a dozen Joltik on the way, and coaxed him into taking some medicine before starting the somewhat lengthy process of buttoning up the station.

Cool hands woke him and Ingo only felt worse for his nap, head packed with Jumpluff fluff and thoughts sticky and slow like Combee honey. The tickle in his throat blossomed into a cough and tumbled into a choking fit, those same hands pushing him forward so he could catch his breath. He whimpered low when moving hurt, a thousand aches lighting up like there were pinpointed Swift stars at the ends of each of those careful fingers. Water touched his lips, soothed the threat of another attack.

“Ingo?” His own name nearly slipped away from him and he didn’t catch what followed, too disorientated by the change in gravity as he was lifted into Lady Sneasler’s capable claws. So he drifted. Accepted the pills offered up with another swallow. Turned his face away from the noise and the harsh concussions of too many consonants and into soft warm fur and the comforting beat of his Lady’s heart.

“Thank you, Elesa.” Absent-mindedly, Emmet tried to keep hold of his manners while directing Lady Sneasler in loading his older brother into the gym leader's car. She hushed him, buckling Ingo in from the other side before removing his cap and gloves. Though his complaint was nearly soundless, his shivering was profound, and Elesa spared the time to card delicate fingers through his silver hair. “This came on so quickly.” Emmet fussed, tucking his own station master jacket around Ingo’s shoulders and pressing the back of his hand against a hot cheek, smile wan when rewarded with a brief flash of gray.

“He’ll be okay, just a bad flu or something, I’m sure of it, Emmet.” He wasn’t convinced, fretting a moment more before tugging Ingo into his arms. Lady Sneasler folded herself into the seat beside, mindful of her claws and the delicate upholstery and Elesa tapped her driver on the shoulder, sparing a glance at the packed backseat. “Clinic, please.”

“Breathe in.” Emmet mimed with his hands, holding Ingo’s bleary gaze like a lifeline as the doctor passed the smooth diaphragm of the stethoscope over the scarred planes of his back. Behind them Elesa nibbled her thumbnail, leaning against the wall and watching in worry. “Again.” It was the second time she’d listened in that spot, expression creased but unreadable. Sneasler chuffed impatiently as her Warden shivered in the thin gown. Next, she removed the earpieces, slinging the whole instrument around her neck, before bending close and thumping her fingers alongside his spine.

“Well??” Ingo jumped at Emmet’s demanding tone and Emmet couldn’t find it in himself to feel too badly about it, not when he needed answers and Ingo desperately needed rest. She indicated his folded clothes set aside for the exam, stepping aside to wash her hands as Emmet helped guide Ingo back into his undershirt and button down. With a groan, his forehead came to rest in the hollow between his younger brother’s neck and shoulder as he finished up the buttons.

“As long as the fever is manageable with medication, he can recover at home.” She fixed them both with a stern look. "If you can't get it down or he becomes confused or has trouble breathing, call an ambulance."

“Emeh–” Ingo coughed, deep and painful and wet, muffled breathlessly against Emmet’s collarbone and behind closed lips, sliding limp fingertips from his ear to the corner of his ever-present frown before his hand dropped listless in his lap.

“I am Emmet. We will go home.” Ingo shuddered, burrowing closer.

“Before you leave, I’d like to administer an antiviral.”

“Another delay?” Elesa held up her hand in a placating gesture, motioning for Emmet to be calm and wait.

“Just how long would that take, Doctor?”

“Fifteen minutes or so. Long enough for his additional prescriptions to be filled here at our pharmacy. I really do think it would be for the best, considering how hard these symptoms are hitting him.”

“Emmet?”

“If you think it will help.”

“I do.” She nodded. Decisive. “He can lay down for the procedure, I’ll be right back.”

Both Emmet and Lady Sneasler grew increasingly concerned (agitated) when the physician couldn’t find a suitable vein in Ingo’s arm. Dehydration. Not uncommon, she explained, with the flu, they would just add some IV fluids at the same time. That would go a long way to making him feel better and he didn’t even have to move. Could just stay where he was curled loosely against Emmet, watching through half-lidded eyes limned with shadow as the doctor slid the catheter home into the top of his hand, securing it with tape before patting it gently.

“You just rest for a few moments, Subway Boss Ingo.” Elesa followed her out with the intention of completing the necessary paperwork, leaving the twins and Lady Sneasler to their quiet. The large Pokemon wasted no time in butting up to Ingo’s other side, stoking her engine and grooming his face with gentle swipes of her rough tongue. He sighed, the remaining rigidity in his trembling frame melting away pressed as he was safe between them.

“Careful, just here.” Emmet helped Ingo sit on the rim before dipping his hand into the tub to test the temperature of the water. Not too hot, not cold enough he’d catch a chill.

“Can. I can…do it.” Eyes still closed, Ingo plucked at his buttons with clumsy fingers.

“I am Emmet!” He rolled up his own sleeves before lending his assistance. “Of course you can!” Emmet braced his brother when he threatened to tip sideways. “But some help would be nice, right?” Slipped his socks off with one hand, trousers next, helping Ingo swing his legs into the tub, the one with the stiff hip giving them both some trouble. Elesa was putting together a simple meal and feeding their Pokemon while Emmet helped Ingo in the bath. He was sleepy, mumbling soft incoherent things as Emmet worked shampoo into his hair and rinsed, tipping his head back over his arm to keep soap out of his eyes. “Nice, hm?”

“...Nice.” Emmet chuckled, swiped a damp cloth over his shoulders, cataloging the scars there, ones he knew nothing about, and cleansed away the last of the fever sweat. Dried with the fluffiest towels they had and dressed in the softest of his pajamas, Ingo sipped Elesa’s soup from his mug all bundled up on the couch, nearly nodding off listening to the conversation happening around him.

“Could’ve brushed his hair, Emmy. He's as shaggy as a Shaymin.” Manicured nails scratched lightly over his scalp and Ingo leaned into her touch. “Little Nuzzleleaf here.”

“Elesa, no.”

“Ingo used Cuddle.” She lifted the ceramic out of his hands before he dropped it in favor of falling into her lap, hoping for more attention and very handsomely rewarded.

“Nooo.”

“It’s super effective!” Emmet whined.

“This is verrry bad.” Ingo chuffed at Emmet's discomfort, the traitor. “You are going to make him worse with all your bad jokes!!"

Ingo didn’t know what woke him. Perhaps Little Lady or Mirage rustling around the yurt, but he felt pinned like one of the Professor’s specimens by the heavy exhaustion in his limbs. Gradually, his eyes adjusted to the dark and his breath caught in his chest, painful, like taking a Focus Punch to the ribs.

Where was this place?

It. This wasn’t. The walls weren’t the right shape. Or the right height and the shadows. All. Everything was wrong. Gone were the soft shapes of his yurt, replaced with the odd geometry literally boxing him in with its four strong barricades.

Ingo wrinkled his nose against the odd smell of this place and tried to rise, heel of his hand pressed to one aching temple, only to fall off of the raised platform he’d been sleeping upon and into the arms of Lady Sneasler herself.

“Lady, I. There is.” He was cut off by a harsh fit of coughing and she braced him through it, concern clear in her expressive face. “I. This–” Ingo cut himself off in frustration, anger. Everything was muddled, confusing. He hurt, felt ill, weak. What had he allowed to happen to himself? How could he put his Noble in such danger?

He had to get them out. Escape this prison. Even as he shook with cold and wasn't all that certain he could stand unaided.

Where were his clothes? What was he wearing? Thin things. Unfamiliar things the color of night sky. His shoes had been taken. Pearl Clan tunic nowhere in sight now that his blurry vision was becoming somewhat adjusted to the darkness.

It was a room. Sparse. Unknown. He staggered on newly hatched Stantler legs, grasping the offered claw to steady himself.

“Ingo?” A sharp line of light cracked one dark wall in two. A stranger silhouetted in flickering purple flame. “We heard– what is wrong?”

Sneasler could see the moment it all broke bad in the air thick with tension between the twins. The mistrust and disbelief that bloomed in her Warden’s face at home with the flush high in his cheeks. His accusation a damning whisper.

“Zoroark?”

“Wha– no!” Emmet stepped forward, hands up, open, and Ingo, her brave and ever stalwart guardian, stepped between.

“Stay back!”

“Okay, I can do that, yup, I am Emmet. You are Ingo.” The younger offspring stepped back, now framed in the doorway. Chandelure peeked over his shoulder in concern. “You have not been well.”

“We are leaving.” Ingo’s strength was waning; sweat darkened the hair at his temples and dripped from his chin with the effort of standing.

“No!”

It was the wrong move.

Ingo leapt, a coiled spring, shoving his brother aside hard and casting frantically around for an exit in the home he no longer recognized, and she followed, afraid of what might happen should he disappear from her sight. He collided with the door, using it to hold himself up, grasping at the knob and fumbling with the now unfamiliar locking mechanism all while buying Emmet precious seconds to pick himself up off the floor.

“Chandelure! Hypnosis!”

“Lu’lure?” Her hesitation was Ingo’s freedom and the bang of the door was loud as Lord Electrode’s Self Destruct as they left the pair behind them.

Ingo slowed, stumbled to a stop, his breath ragged and wet in her ears. The acrid smell of the adrenaline on his skin faded as he pulled her into one of the small green spaces next to the dark path. For a brief moment, it made her heart long for open sky and the swathes of green nestled between mountain peaks. The cries of familiar Pokemon carried on the breeze instead of the rumbling roar of metal machines. She’s jolted out of her reverie by her Warden all but collapsing to the ground, tucked into the shadows of a small shrub she didn’t recognize and shaking fit to fly apart.

“My Lady…” She settled in beside him, lending her warmth to his feverish body. He relaxed into her with a cough, a shallow, hard-won wheeze, and the scent of illness enveloped her senses. Thick. Cloying. It wasn’t good for her human to be out here in this cold. Not when he was so sick.

“Snea.” Said softly, placating.

“Need to.” He swallowed, wilting. Flickering. “Figure…wh’where…”

They needed help and she made to stand, laying a claw on him as a message to stay put, dismayed when Ingo merely clung to her.

“L’Lady…please, please stay. Cannot, I cannot–” cut off by violent chills, the rest of whatever he was going to say choked by groans of pain between clenched teeth. Sneasler didn’t know what to do. She could track her way back, they hadn’t gotten far, not in her Warden’s condition. He’d been so scared when he bid them run. So confused and upset. Trying to keep her safe. Gently, she licked his too-hot face, smoothed back his sweat damp hair with her sandpaper tongue as he pleaded with her to stay, please stay.

But her Warden needed humans. They would know what to do with their medicines and rituals. Like that wrinkled old female from the Pearl Clan. Like how the strange humans in white coats had cared for him when they first arrived in this strange place.

“Snea, snea…” She tried to soothe, to explain, nuzzling the pulsepoint in his neck. But his trembling fingers tangled in her fur and while she could easily dislodge him, it seemed cruel to do so. Ingo’s littermate would be beside himself by now considering what happened between them. He never liked it when Ingo drifted too far out of his sight.

“Stay, stay, stay…” Words a garland strung along a shuddering breath, eyes bright, overflowing, with tears, begging her to stay here where it was safe. Where he could keep her safe and when he finally succumbed to the heady combination of fever and weariness she apologized in her way before taking off to find Emmet.

She had to go. Had to bring him here.

Emmet crashed hard to his knees, cradling Ingo’s unresponsive face in both hands before freeing one to call an ambulance. Under the incandescence, like a steam engine beneath his palm, he detected a languid heartbeat, slow and thready. Ingo gasped, breathing agonized and labored.

“Ingo? Brother?” He shook his head, panic blooming in the shaky smile across his face. “I am Emmet, you are okay. I am here, I am here, Ingo, I am here and everything is going to be alright.” Sneasler’s sensitive ears picked up on the klaxons heading towards them at speed. “Lady…he is. He is so hot.” Distraught, fear scent rolling off him in waves, Emmet ran his thumb over the bone of Ingo’s cheek. “I knew. Knew he was not feeling one hundred percent operational, and I–” He couldn’t tear his eyes away, as though Ingo might vanish. “Ingo, please.” No response. So deeply unconscious he didn’t so much as twitch when Emmet tipped him into his arms. Shadows hung cavernous and deep below each eye above cheeks painted with the bright, hectic flush of fever. The damp, furnace heat of him sweltering through both their sets of clothes. Emmet boxed up the panic threatening to overwhelm him and put it out of his mind. He’d be no good to Ingo if he lost it. “Soon, now. Soon now, and it will be alright.”

“Sneasler snea.” The Noble echoed his tone, ear twitching in the direction of the oncoming sirens.

Emmet had to grab Sneasler by both arms to keep her from attacking the emergency personnel lifting Ingo onto the gurney and out of their sight when they would not let them follow.

“Lady, they will help. They will help him.” He provided the name of the hospital and promised her they would meet him there but there wasn’t room in the ambulance for the both of them no matter how badly Emmet wanted to go with.

The scene in the hospital room was chaos.

Ingo, surrounded by staff, was huddled in a ball at the head of the hospital bed, fingers clasped over his ears, eyes wide and unseeing as he rocked and shook. Someone was talking, hushed and calm, trying to coax him off the ledge.

But he was panicking, his hoarse voice crying out for Lady Sneasler, the beating of his heart like a scream over the monitor.

“Shh, shh, Brother.” Emmet rushed forward, gathering him up, fragile and light and this somehow both was and wasn’t his Ingo. “You have to breathe. Your Lady is here. She is safe. You are safe.” He let Ingo sob against his shoulder, glaring at the doctors and daring them to try and separate them. Lady Sneasler bathed his face with her sandpaper tongue until there was no more than the occasional shuddery, exhausted inhale. Emmet was sweating where Ingo’s body was pressed against his own, chin resting on his shoulder. Chest to chest, Emmet could feel each struggling attempt for air, each overheated exhale humid and fast against his pulsepoint. “Okay. Alright. I am Emmet and you are alright.”

“Whe…” gasping, deadweight. “Lady Irida…Cal–” he was gearing up for another panic attack, Emmet could feel it in his bones, the way his muscles twitched and jumped beneath his hot skin. “Who’re…? Em?” A nurse stepped forward, mindful of the large Pokemon towering over him, a promise in his sympathetic expression and a needle in his hand.

“This will help.”

Hidden and still beneath hospital sheets and ice packs, Ingo was nearly a stranger. Still Emmet stayed with him. It did not matter that Ingo had not recognized him. It did not matter that he ran. He was sick. Confused.

And it was Emmet’s fault.

Gently, as though he were made of glass, he traced the myriad scars. Some he knew. Some he didn’t. A nurse pushed another round of cool fluids in an attempt to stem the tide of whatever it was ravaging Ingo. The sound of heels clacking on the tile heralded the fall of tears from his eyes.

“Emmet, I came as quick as I could.” Elesa framed his face in her soft hands, urging him to look at her. “Arceus, are you okay? Emmet?”

“They. They do not know what is wrong.” His voice cracked. “Elesa, they. Do not know how to fix it.”

He was going to lose him and he’d only just been found.

Ingo didn’t wake when Elesa brushed her fingers over his hot, dry skin. He was an engine overheated with coals banked and burning inside the cage of his ribs like a furnace. Familiar panic gripped Emmet in its angry fist as his eyes remained fixed to Ingo’s inert face. It was hours before they saw any change, before the efforts of the hospital staff made any difference. They watched his head loll to the side and a sliver of washed out gray appear between barely parted lashes underscored by ink-dark shadows. Ingo swallowed, tongue darting out to wet chapped lips.

“Emme’– ” Breath stolen, Ingo struggled to get it back.

“You know me?”

“Mm.” Ingo didn’t need to be reminded that he’d run from his brother in a blinding panic almost a day ago. It wouldn’t help anyone, least of all the pair of them. Instead, he pressed a cold cloth against the galloping pulse in his neck, offering up a spoonful of ice chips for his dry throat. “‘M…”

“You don’t need to talk.” Soft and low, Elesa smoothed his hair back, pressing her lips to his blazing forehead.

An alarm chirped, some monitor attached to one of the many leads, lines, tracing a map that Emmet could not follow.

#PLA #Pokemon Legends Arceus #Ingo #Emmet #Nobori #Kudari #Subway Bosses #Lady Sneasler #Elesa #Fever #Sick #Caretaking #Sign language #delirious #memory loss

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elithesia-autem-danguarde · 10 months

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Depot Agents Information Post (Part 1)

Now that I’ve introduced my versions of the Battle Subway’s Depot Agents with pictures and their Pokémon, this post is to provide some information about each of them individually. Just to allow you all to get to know them better.

Furze:

-Furze is non-binary, uses they/them pronouns, and is demisexual. They are also 5′5″ (165cm) tall.

-Furze LOVES their trains and has ever since they were a young child. They also carry around a toy train car in their pocket at all times.

-Furze’s main concern when it comes to Pokémon battling is having fun, and they don’t really care all that much about winning or losing. However, they can get very pouty whenever a battle is boring or totally out of balance.

-Furze feels and expresses all of their emotions very strongly, which can sometimes catch other people off guard.

-Furze is a big fan of corny movies and tv shows, and appreciates any opportunity to share details about whatever they watched recently.

-Because of Furze’s very strong emotional expression, they can sometimes panic when distressed past a certain level. Words often become blurred and hard to understand when they’re in this state, so they need physical comfort when someone is trying to calm them down.

-Furze lives verrry close to the Gear Station, so they walk or run to work every day. Weather is their worst enemy, and their stubbornness can worry some of the other depot agents sometimes.

-Ingo and Emmet have kind of adopted Furze as another little brother due to their shared interests and Furze’s lack of family outside of work. This isn’t something they go out of their way to announce though, and Furze simply looks up to them as Subway Bosses. -Furze makes amazing berry smoothies that they often bring for their coworkers to share during the summer months. They know everyone’s preferences like the back of their hand.

Cloud:

-Cloud is non-binary, uses xe/xem pronouns, and is pansexual. Xe are also 5′11″ (180cm) tall.

-Cloud is an absolute master of sass and can come up with a retort on the spot for any sort of conversation. Because xe’re generally accountable with what xe say, Ingo and Emmet tend to let xir comments slide, especially because they tend to find them hilarious.

-Cloud adores Pokémon battling both for the thrill and to see different battle combinations. Xe love to make note of both xir own strategies used and the strategies of others that they see.

-Cloud can overstep conversational boundaries every now and again, though this stems moreso from excitement and curiosity than anything else. Xe do have to get reminded on occasion to not ask questions to the guests that are too personal.

-Cloud has the ability to sleep basically anywhere without visible discomfort, even if that means facedown on the platform floor. People have expressed concern about this before.

-Because of xir tendencies to lean into xir love of research, Cloud carries around a notepad 24/7 to document whatever xe find interesting about Pokémon and battles.

-Cloud rollerblades to work everyday because xe find that more fun than walking, bike riding, or driving. Xe keep xir blades in a cubby during the day because even xe know wearing them on the Subway would be a terrible idea.

-Cloud is the “Mom Friend” of the depot agents, with that being something that can override even xir love or research. Xe’re always making sure everyone is taking care of, especially among xir coworkers.

-Cloud is the best engineer of the group, though Cameron is definitely working towards fighting xem for that title. Xe like the idea of a friendly challenge, even though Cameron doesn’t acknowledge it.

Cameron:

-Cameron is a demiwoman, uses she/her and they/them pronouns, and is asexual. She is also 5′7″ (170cm) tall. -Cameron has OCD tendencies related to schedules, routines, and organization. They strongly dislike messy spaces or unexpected events. -Cameron has a lot of trouble expressing emotion both facially and vocally, often seeming somewhat robotic to people who don’t know her. She’s trying to work on this with help from Ingo and Emmet, though it’s still a challenge for her. -Cameron sometimes touches other people’s belongings when they’re organizing paperwork and other important documents. This is occasionally irritating to the others, but they leave it be if they’re only touching small things. -Cameron is a very good and effective worker, but she can get upset and moody whenever the typical routines are broken. -Cameron’s Pokémon have picked up on and adjusted to their cues and thus try to help communicate their emotions when necessary. -Cameron is very good at picking up on when anyone is lying, and nothing gets by her whenever she’s present. This is especially prominent whenever she has records at her disposal to quickly prove her points. -Cameron doesn’t understand most jokes and rarely, if ever participates in gossip of any kind. -Cameron has the appetite of a fully grown Mamoswine. This scares everyone to some degree, especially considering how big her portions tend to be.

#pokemon #pokemon black and white #pokemon black 2 and white 2 #battle subway #gear station #depot agents #submas #tagging submas since they're mentioned here and I want to introduce these characters #information post #furze #cloud #cameron #depot agent furze #depot agent cloud #depot agent cameron

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tiredfictiongate · 2 years

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I did not expect to get Subway Master Giratina brain rot but here we are.

Can you imagine waking up one day and Satan now co-runs the subway.

Honestly just a bit obsessed with the Giratina in a submas hat.

Elesa demands an explanation and Emmet sends her a smiley face. Nothing else.

Occasionally Giratina goes back to the distortion world for patrol while waiting for challengers, so when one does come in. They get to experience seeing an eldritch being coming out of the windows and telepathically apologizing for being absent but they are now ready for a battle.

Yes Giratina gets to play trainer.

Chandelure is not allowed to be alone with Giratina. Emmet thinks there may be a bit of a grudge.

Bit odd considering they're the only ghost types

Giratina and Garbador get along best. They bond over having been mistreated, though Garbador's memories of that have only ever been before meeting Ingo and Emmet as a trubbish

Archeops likes Giratina because it lets him ride on it's back when it flies

In the first few weeks, Emmet has to encourage and comfort Giratina who gets a bit sad that so many are so terrified of it.

Emmet posts a Giratina blep on his personal social media page.

It goes viral.

It takes a week for the Depot agents to get over Giratina's intimidation

They're more concerned about how Emmet is taking Ingo's disappearance.

Native Nimbasians get a lot more comfortable with Giratina after the first month or so.

Its hard not to when Giratina can track and recollect lost children and frazzled parents in an instant.

Also, giving lost children rides on his back as he leads them to their parents.

The strangest image of a brightly colored dino-bird happily riding on Satan worm becomes a common sight around Gear Station and honestly helps a lot with diffusing negative reactions to Giratina.

A few months in, there's a conspiracy theory that Giratina is actually Ingo turned into a legendary pokemon and Emmet is too busy wheezing to try diffusing it.

One of the main causes of this is that Emmet is using Giratina as an emotional support buddy and having no (apparent) signs of stress over Ingo disappearing

Everyone knows Emmet's the clingy twin with separation anxiety.

Origin: Part 1

#giratina #subway masters #subway master giratina #submas emmet #depot agents #gear station #submas #venrambles

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Lmao, I like to imagine that darling comes into the gear station one day with a haircut (like 3-4in chopped off) and the Monster!Twins™ are just internally freaking out. Like-

Ingo & Emmet: Darling we've noticed that your hair seems..... different?

Darling: Ohhh yeah, I got it cut yesterday- was kinda getting in the way so I decided to get a bit more chopped off than usual :D

Ingo & Emmet: .....: WTF, shouldn't darling be in pain 😟, cut hair = hurt???? what do they mean chopped of more than usual????? -Well it looks lovely 😁

In reference to this post and this post They are having a time.

To put it simply, they are verrry powerful- Even among their kind they are powerful. Very powerful. How powerful? Well, too powerful to have ever bothered with small things like little humans and their silly little mortal lives in their oh so short lived universes. Oh no, Eldritch Demons of their scope are only concerned with grand, sweeping, cosmic forces that would make any mortal immediately explode upon even attempting to conceive of these powers- They've never had interest in smaller things before.

And so trying to hastily scrape together knowledge of humans, and not only that, but cramming the entirety of their Weird Divine-Horror Selves into an itty bitty lil living space with all the (by comparison) intellectual capacity of a goldfish and perceptive powers of an earthworm, they may've gotten a few things wrong! No matter; They can fix it up as they go along, hopefully. More or less they're just wearing skin-suits over their first attempt at becoming physical- It was difficult enough to compress themselves so much, and to have to go further? Absolutely terrible, to say the least. And they still don't know everything about humans, either- Despite having made extremely human mimicries for their Servitor Depot Agents. (Though to be fair, the Depot Agents are nowhere near on the power level of their eldritch abomination masters and thus have a much easier time inferring proper human acting.)

However, the longer they've been humans the more they've learned and adapted- And been able to refine their disguises and appearances as they've needed to.

But some things have still escaped them.

Their hair is exceptionally fluffy- light, feathery- And er, responsive- Trailing your fingers through their hair you notice it seems awfully static-y, clinging to your hand as though trying to keep touching your hands- You get soft sighs from the twins the longer you touch their heads. It is, after all, excessively nice for you to be touching them like this-! To be fair to them though, Humans seemed to enjoy having their heads pet- As did so many other creatures. So of course they gave their hair feelers in it, like humans have-

Right?

Until you, of course, walk in one day.

With your hair shorter?

They understood humans could get their hair styled- And they could dye it different colors- But-

How was your hair shorter? How? What?

Your bosses seemed to materialize behind you- You certainly didn't hear or see them coming as you happily chatted with your coworkers about they day's tasks- Looming over you as they studied you intently-

Your hair smelled very nice today as well.

"Oh! Good morning, Station Masters! Need anything?" You asked, saluting quickly- Ingo nodded approvingly, his stoic frown quite tense as he stared down at you.

"Everything is in good order, Miss- Your hair looks different today," He remarked, adjusting his hat as he bent over to look at you closer. His closeness was- Intimidating.

"Oh yes, I got my hair cut!"

The twins were utterly astounded. Hair- Hair cut? You cut your hair? You cut your hair?? How was it not bleeding- How were you not reeling in pain- Had they given you painkillers of some kind? That would hurt- Their own hair was sensitive enough- But you, a regular little human-! They must figure this out immediately. Only one way to do so- Contact the one human they could actually ask questions of.

Elesa is both mildly disgusted and intrigued that the twins' hair actually feels things- though that also explains why they try to keep so much of it tucked under their hats at all times.

The two, meanwhile, are flabbergasted- Human hair isn't alive. It's dead. It's just there. It's only sensitive because of the bits attached to your skin. How much else are they missing about human anatomy...? But dang- They've strangely come to like their hair. And your hands through it... It feels nice. The Depot Agents have an absolute break down over this knowledge though.

"You mean our hair isn't supposed to be able to feel stuff?" Cloud asked, running his hand through his locks- "Apparently... not." Jackie returned, having explained what he overheard from Elesa's conversation with their bosses.

"Damn. Humans are weird. Their hair is just- Dead?"

"...Yea, apparently."

"That's weird though." Cloud added, deep in thought- "D'you think the bosses could give humans touchy hair? It's pretty sweet-" Jackie's head snapped around to look at Cloud, a look of terribly deep concern across his face. "Cloud," He began- With as serious a tone as he could take- "Do not- Under any circumstances- Ask the bosses to do anything- To the entirety of humanity, alright?" It was a rare thing for Jackie to be so concerned- Though knowing Cloud's disposition, knowing the bosses' penchant for indulging their little creations-

It wouldn't be too far off for the agents to wake up the next morning, to the rest of humanity being afflicted with their condition. "N-No worry, Chief! I won't- I won't-!" Cloud tried to assuage his Senior-

"What're y'all talking about?"

Jackie and Cloud whipped around to see Cameron standing at the door- Peering in, unsure if he should enter or not- Jackie turned to him, inviting him into the break room. "Oh Cameron, we were just discussing the boss' meeting with uh, agent-" "-Cameron!! Guess what! Didja know humans don't have touchy hair??" Cloud interjected- A moment of silence. Cameron stayed still, looking between his coworkers cautiously. "What?" He finally asked.

Cloud grabbed at Jackie's sideburns. "Ya see these things? You know how they feel stuff???" He pulled harshly- "OW-!"

Cameron nodded. "...Yea...?"

"Humans don't have that! They don't! They just don't! They DON'T FEEL ANYTHING!" A look of realization dawned on Cameron's face. "Wait, seriously?" He asked, running his hand over his own hair- "That explains why those trainers had their hair shorter yesterday..."

"Yea! We gotta let everyone else know!" Jackie sighed- Knowing exactly what was about to happen- As Cameron and Cloud practically bolted from the room, eager to spread their newfound knowledge across the rails.

And spread it did, and quickly too, across all of the rail-lines- Resulting in a growing chorus of "Ohhhh, that explains that." Over the whole network of Gear Station.

For looking so human themselves, the Depot Agents are... surprisingly inhuman under their neat, orderly appearances.

#Demon AU #Monster AU #Monster Submas #Demon Submas #Submas X Reader #I love the Eldritch depot agents #seth.anon #seth.asks

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