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smallestapplin · 10 months

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Would you like to do Subma’s (separate) and warden Ingo with a Vampire! S/O. Just like general headcannons of what it’s like to live with them.

Vampire s/o’s for the win!

Cw : there is mentions of blood drinking, and I go into a bit of detail about that, so if that’s not your thing please don’t read! Other than that it’s safe!

Emmet

- he’s a little sad you can’t join him in the day time, and so he messes up his sleep schedule a lot just to spent extra time with you! Emmet is very clingy, even in his slumber where he clings to you like you’re his teddy bear.

- Though he jumps up and mutely squeals when you surprise him at work! Sure you maybe carrying an umbrella to hide from the sun, but you risked it just to see him!!! He’s dragging you to his office, closing the curtains, and smothering you with kisses!

- If he works overtime, you usually come to walk home with him, since the sun has gone down, you don’t mind tagging along. He of course, holds your hand and tells you briefly about his day, before kissing your cheek over, and over, and over again.

- Emmet knows he needs to get up early if he wants to get anything done before work, but he gets so comfy next to you, cuddling you, and you look so peaceful sleeping. Until he’s alarm goes off once, then twice, then three times, and you’re nearly hissing at him to go to work so you can actually sleep the daylight away. Cue fake monotoned offended gasp and him slowly falling out of bed because you don’t love him, it gets you to laugh and it earns him a light kiss before he leaves for work.

- He doesn’t mind letting you drink from him, in fact he likes it! You always make sure he’s okay with it, make him cozy, turn on a fun few hour long video for some background noise, and gently bite him, slowly feeding from him. Emmet always finds these moments close and pleasant, how it feels almost intimate when you two are snuggled up, and feels like you’re kissing him. It’s nice!

- You don’t drink from him very long, only enough to satisfy you and for him to feel slightly light headed. He’s always so giggly afterwards, and loves to kiss you, or nuzzle against you.

- Absolutely makes dumb vampire jokes, or the classic ‘I’ve come to suck your blood.’ While having the worlds fakest accent, he’s a little shit and loves the deadpanned expression you give him, or the pained smile, cause he knows he’s about to get it back.

Ingo

- Ingo is very attentive, and always has your feeding days scheduled on his calendar, notes, and reminders just so he won’t forget. He knows you get your blood from ethical sources, and you can’t always drink from him, as his blood needs time to replenish, but he always keeps them scheduled.

- When you feed from him it’s romantic, candles lighting the room after a nice meal, soft music playing in the background as you pull him to your lap. Kissing him, before slowly kissing down his neck and making a small bite to lick from. Your comforting hold on him makes him feel secure and loved, it’s easily one of his favorite things.

- He never expects or hopes you visit him at work, as much as it would be cute, he stresses over you even getting the smallest amount of sun touching your skin. He doesn’t want you to burn.

- However, he does get shocked when you do, only for him to realize he’s stayed way passed hours, and you’ve come to retrieve him. He tries to apologize, but you just ask to have your beloved back home, and it usually ends with you two walking home, enjoying the cool air of the night.

- Ingo has a hard time ruining his sleep schedule, even when he works late he’ll still wake up at the same time, so you take whatever time you can get with him. As a result, when it’s his day off, he waits until the sun goes down and takes you on a lovely date around town, or even a picnic! He loves just being able to treat you and pamper you.

- Sometimes, if you two are watching a movie with vampires in it, he will ask you questions and wants to know the history, or even if just what they are saying is accurate or not. He gets so excited, if vampire history will be something he’s extremely passionate and knowledgeable in, as it’s a way for him to be closer to you.

- Ingo is very sweet and loving, but honestly he can be a pain for a vampire. He wakes up with the sun for work, makes coffee, a light breakfast, showers, gets dressed, then leaves after kissing your forehead, all of this would be fine, if you had not just started dozing off when his alarm went off. Of course you know you can’t do anything about that, but it just gets mildly annoying every work day. He tries so hard to be quiet, but he fails every time and then tries to whisper an apology, but he doesn’t even know how to whisper. But he does make up for it on his days off.

Warden Ingo

- Meeting you was an experience he could never forget, it felt too familiar, and just felt right. So he stuck beside you, even if you couldn’t join him in the day, it was so secret you’d join him at night. The other wardens and clan leaders know you, and have met you, even if they do question why you are never seen when the sun is out.

- Warden Ingo is quite protective of you, and refuses to tell anyone your secret, you trusted him to know, and he refuses to break your trust! He doesn’t want to be alone again. But he adores when you join him on late night walks around the highlands when he’s doing the last of his patrol, or when he can’t sleep.

- Unlike the other two, he can’t get enough of you feeding from him, and you often have to put your foot down and tell him you’re done. You don’t want to risk drinking him dry, but he looks so hurt when you do, even if he understands and always apologizes afterwards. It’s just when you hold him so lovingly, keeping him close and comfort, with your lips pressing firmly against his wrist or neck, before tenderly biting and sucking on the wound. It makes his mind go into overdrive, like he’s been here before, but it’s too blurry and too many things are being thought of at once! If you just keep going he might remember more!

- You’re not mad at him for this, understanding that he just wants to remember who he use to be. You always whisper your love for him afterwards, letting him rest and sleep against you as he grows tired.

- As stated most villagers only see you at night, and occasionally see you and Ingo on dates at these times too! You’re well liked to those you have met, even Akari and Rei have somewhat adopted you as one of their guardians, since Ingo is like their uncle. They are stunned at the strength and speed you hold, it’s stuff of legends! And they can’t help but blabber away about how cool you are. Though it does make some people suspicious of you.

- Warden Ingo defends your honor and your name with a stern voice, once that shakes even Melli to the bone with how fiercely he protects your name.

- But most of all, the Warden loves coming back to his yurt to you, looking like you hadn’t been awake very long, making dinner for him. His heart melting at that soft ‘welcome home.’ You give him with a yawn, your fangs peeking from your lips.

- His memories will come back when they wish to, for now he will enjoy his moments with his beloved.

- Much like his Unovan counterpart, he wakes up with the sun, but unlike him, Warden Ingo actually knows up to get up from your shared bed without making a sound. The only way you know he’s gone is when you slowly start to wake up from the warmth slowly fading from his spot. He’s just about to put his shoes on when you let out a muffled “Ingo?” And like that he’s rushing back to you, apologizing for waking you, but kissing you on your forehead, cheek, and lips if you’re awake enough, before promising he’ll be back shortly after making his rounds.

#pokemon #pokemon imagines #pokemon x reader #pokémon #pokemon ingo #pokemon fluff #pokemon ingo x reader #pokemon emmet #pokemon emmet x reader #submas #pokemon submas #submas x reader #blood #tw.blood #vampire s/o #submas ingo x reader #submas emmet x reader #warden ingo x reader #pokemon warden ingo x reader

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squidthesquidd · 1 year

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OHOHOHOHO YES YOU ARE ENABLING ME I NEED TO INFO DUMP!!!

first of all, yes they are small. not only was the gem that was supposed to form split in two, they were also in the ground for a veeerrrrrryyy long time. theyre overcooked like amethyst! which made them even smaller!

but you see, normally onyx’s are HUGE! roughly eleven feet tall :D if onyx’s were normal sized, ingo and emmet would have come out at barely two feet tall, but luckily theyre a bit taller at 4’6”

being compressed in the ground for so long also made them both extremely durable! onyx’s represent strength and protection, so not not only are the twins verrrrry difficult to poof, they can withstand extreme temperatures like garnet :D

Also, since we never see an onyx in steven universe, i like to think they were actually discontinued! with the dwindling natural materials it just wasn't beneficial to make these giant eleven foot gems that just stood guard at warp pads. so Emmet and Inggo emerged verrrry late like, extremely late. im thinking this au takes place around the time peridot becomes a little friend creature, so the timeline is:

gemwar: onyx discontinued, emmet and ingo forming

after gem war: 5,000 or so years later, emmet and ingo emerge. very small

before the series and while it's going: Emmet and ingo are discovered and made to be entertainment for important gem higher ups. i'm thinking this goes on for a few hundred years

bit after peri is part of the crystal gems: emmet and ingo escape to earth and meet the gems!

now, emmet and ingo don't have their signature big coats on homeworld, and instead wear something similar to pearls. bodysuit with a lil frilly thing :p cus just like pearls, they were basically just supposed to be decorations

Emmet and Ingo, early on in their life as toys, managed to steal a device they could use to get information. haha lmao gem internet

anyway, whenever they were able, they would research things using this device, and formed a particular interest in earth. they read about the crystal gems and life on earth and- get ready

TRAINS

upon discovering the existence of trains, on earth and other alien societies, they were obsessed. they would talk about them as often as they could, and accidentally incorporated train talk into their everyday vocabulary, which the gems around them thought was verry strange

eventually, the reason emmet and ingo decide to escape, is big sad :(. so basically, the twins were given to a gem who led a platoon of soldiers, and threw emmet and ingo into their room and told them they could do whatever they wanted with them. so, the soldiers decide to just fuck the boys up. reallly beat the shit outta them, and they actually manage to poof ingo, something that had never happened before. then they start shouting about trying to shatter ingo, and this obviously freaked the hell out of emmet. so Emmet grabs ingos gem, and because he’s just small as hell compared to all the other gems in the room, manages to slip through them and escape.

now he's on the run, and just trying to hide long enough for ingo to reform. when ingo eventually does, they decide their life on homeworld is definitely over so they either have the choice of being shattered, or stealing a ship and escaping. they of course decide that stealing a ship would be better :] they know the layout of the area pretty well, so they are able to get to where ships are stored pretty easily, the only problem is actually flying them, buuuuut because of the device they stole, they had basic knowledge of how to operate it. they were being attacked the whole time, but did manage to successfully fly off of homeworld!!!!

It takes a while, but they manage to make it to earth. they’re researching humans a bunch and decide to choose human names for themselves! because humans are just so cool! so thats where their names come from :D

around this time is a bit after peridots famous “calling yellow diamond a clod” moment, so when the gems see a homeworld ship entering the atmosphere, they immediately assume the worst. they attack it, and the ship crashes somewhere in the forest. In the crash, Emmets gem is cracked. no good. very bad :(

when the gems find the crash, and they see emmet and ingo inside, they immediately realize “these arent dangerous gems, these are just little guys. we just attacked a couple of little guys and now theyre crying. oh no :(“ cus they r just little guys!!! emmets gem is cracked and hes scared and ingo is holding him and crying his freaking eyes out cus his twin is hurt :((( and steven tries to get closer to heal emmet and ingo hisses at him like a damn little creature,, and steven has to explain that they didnt mean to hurt them and they just want help, and ingo is still suspicious, but he lets steven slap his spit on emmet

also i just realized i am just writing a fanfic here so i'm gonna stop before i write any more lmao (and ive just decided to write a whole actual fanfic about this so prepare urselves)

last thing im gonna talk about is their weapons cus i like what i came up with :]

I couldn't find a name for the weapon name, but it’s basically a giant deerhorn knife,,, like a batleth? yeah its like a reverse batleth :D so ingo and emmet each have a batleth, and when they fuse, their weapon becomes Giant frisbee saw of death

and thats what ive come up with so far! :D feel free to ask questions or suggest things for this au!!!!! pls!!! i read all ur tags!!!!

#submas #susubmas #gem au #steven universe au #pokemon #pokemon bw #pokemon black and white #emmet #ingo #kudari #nobori #subway boss emmet #subway boss ingo #subway master emmet #subway master ingo #gem emmet #gem ingo #onyx

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jumpingjoltiks · 2 years

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what would makeup sex with the subway masters look like

Uff this got long

Warnings: Verbal Fighting, Misunderstandings, Insecurities, Making up, Smut

Pairings: Ingo x GN!Reader, Emmet x GN!Reader

▲ Ingo ▲

Ingo goes to great lengths to be a good communicator with you, so fights don't happen that often, but when they do, makeup sex usually goes one of two ways.

Sex with Ingo is usually slow and tender anyway, but after minor bickering, it gets even more so.

He wants you to know that no matter what silly thing you're fighting about, it can't measure up to how he loves you.

This kind of sex is sensual. His hands and mouth want to worship every inch of you.

The worst fights come as a result of his schedule and his workaholic nature getting in between the both of you and causing rifts - you feel like you're not worth his time and he feels like you're being unreasonable since you knew what you were getting into when you started dating.

Toward the end, it turns into an all-out screaming match. You're matching volume with him, trying just to feel heard, but it's like nothing is getting through to him.

It only ends when you've had enough and leave for a while to cool off.

Both of you are miserable afterward. He feels awful, and swears to you he'll work to make time for you and make it right. You promise to try and be more considerate of what he can and can't control.

After rough fights like these, you can expect something passionate.

This is a release for both of you after being scared of losing what you had and after feeling so far apart for so long.

It's a rough, desperate lovemaking that leaves the both of you clinging as tightly as you can to each other.

You're pressing kisses against whatever skin you can reach while he pounds into you, repeating your name over and over like a mantra.

After you both finish, he'll continue to cling to you. He needs to be close to you for a while.

▽ Emmet ▽

Emmet's desire to win, no matter what, has led to some very frustrating moments in your relationship.

Combine this with his lack of social awareness & low cognitive empathy and it's a recipe for some nasty fights.

It's not that he's trying to upset you. Unfortunately, some of the things he says just come out too harsh without him meaning them to.

Fortunately, he is mature enough to realize that he said something that wasn’t okay and that it upset you. If he doesn't understand why it's bothering you, he'll go to Ingo or Elisa for advice on it. They can usually clear it up.

Though the words he said make sense to him, you being upset doesn't - but you being upset takes precedence.

He wants to try to understand for you because he hates the thought that he could ever hurt you.

He'll come back once you've both cooled down and talk things out with you. He makes space to listen to you. He's trying damnit.

Being together after is tender.

Rejection is something he's unfortunately accustomed to, and lots of relationships have fallen apart because of fights like these - because whoever was with him at the time got fed up with him and left.

His hands are uncharacteristically gentle. They brush feather light across your skin like he's scared he's going to break you. It's reverent, the way he looks at you, as though you're the most incredible thing he's ever seen, the most amazing person he's ever known (and you are).

It's like he's trying to remind you how deeply he cares about you, even if he's not always perfect at showing it, and remind himself that he can trust you to be there and not leave him when he makes a mistake.

Taking over and leading during one of these sessions is unusually easy, but after all that's happened, Em is willing to give you whatever you want. As long as you don’t leave him.

After a bad fight and makeup like this expect tears from both of you. He sobs into your shoulder as you cry into his hair. It will be like that until one or both of you is exhausted enough to fall asleep.

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#ingo x reader #emmet x reader #submas x reader #pokemon x reader #pokemon ingo x reader #pokemon emmet x reader #x reader #my writing #gear station after dark

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teabunnee · 2 months

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Submas, confession then kiss behind the hat!

Ingo

you-you-you you like him?!

Whatever kind of confession you decide to do, be it romantic or direct, he’s blushy

He deserves to be swept off his feet like a Victorian and he will be. Full blushy, stammmering, he can’t talk or make a full sentence. Give him a second to reboot.

He wanted to confess to you, but you beat him to the punch and now he doesn’t know what to do.

Of course, he says yes, he’d written a speech to tell you why and how he had fallen in love with you. Heck he even practiced it to his Pokémon. But now he can’t quite remember everything and it just spills out at your confession.

The words Peter out as you step closer to him, his blush almost filling his entire face.

“Can I kiss you?”

Ingo’s heart stops and he looks around nervously, searching for privacy, then he nods his head vigorously.

His eyes are still darting around and his face stiffer than ever. In a daring move, you lean in and take off his hat. He barely registered the coolness on the top of his head before your lips touch his.

HIs eyes widened to little dots of silver, his breath warm, your breath warm and sweet behind the tiny hiding space you’ve created with his cap. It’s romantic, straight out of his favourite romance movies. And now he’s definitely swooning before he remembers to kiss you back. Chaste and sweet.

He feels himself chasing your touch as you start to pull away, the tingle of your lips on his lasting for far longer than it should.

He’s a little bit out of it for the rest of the day.

He comes back to the office with his hat eschew dazed and touching his mouth. Emmet’s grin gets very wide and knowing.

“So…did you have a good time Brother?”

Emmet

You like him!??? HIM?!!! YOU LIKE HIM!!!!!

He’s so happy and giddy and immediately he wants to cling onto you and never let go. Oh he’s so happy that his face is frozen! He’s also a little miffed that you beat his own confession, it took a long time for him to plan it and make it perfect!!!

But still, he’s happy!!! He’s had a lot of feelings inside of him that he’s been hiding (poorly) for so long now!

He walks right up to you, stretches his arms wiiiide and gives you a great big hug, almost lifting you off the ground, He’s too happy for words and he’s always been a man of action. His mind is running with plans of dates to woo you that would be even more perfect! He can’t wait until you give him permission to kiss him!

But then, he feels the weight of his hat disappear, oh? Oh ho? Now you were being a tease? Well he could play-

Kiss! His eyes turn wide and his face turns strawberry pink as your lips touch his.

Oh! You’ve beaten him again!!!But he loves this too. He realises very quickly he loves kissing you.

The shade by the hat, lifted to his cheek to hide the two of your from the world, gives the moment a hidden, secret feel that makes his heart race and his mind fill with thoughts of more hidden places to kiss you.

He kisses back much quicker, Wanting and searching. He leans in as you pull away, a lovey dovey look in his eyes.

When it’s over, He adjusts his hat and trots off in a random direction, completely forgetting where his office is. The look stays on his face all day, dopey and distracted.

Ingo is happy for this development but also exasperated.

#submas x reader #tearequest #pokemon

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movedsomewhereelse · 2 years

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team rocket gets fucking thrown into hisui au

uhh i don’t use tumblr nor do i know how to use it so i am sorry if this is messy but here are headcanons and whatnot

(put under the “keep reading” thing in case some people don’t like. care about it idk)

• i think they’d get put into hisui inbetween series so the only members that got thrown are jessie, james, meowth, and wobbuffet

• they only remember themselves and each other. they have vague memories that they were on the same team or something and there was this really important boss guy that they feel like they should probably get back to. also yknow how there’s like those ingo things with remembering emmet? i think team rocket would be like that with ash+pikachu but less angsty (or still just as, depends)

• pokemon wise, i like the idea of jessie getting a shinx because she likes it’s personality or something. for james, i think he’d get an eevee, but hey who knows not me

• maybe meowth would convince a random pikachu to join them. because it feels important that they should get a pikachu

• everyone is super freaked out about this talking pokemon that looks like it should be on 2 legs so they don’t really like him at first but then he helps translate and then people start using him to translate and like him and stuff

• they sometimes hum their parts in the motto. like they don’t know the words but they can get the tune

• it’s not a song but i don’t know how else to phrase it

• they hate being part of the survey corps but they do it for the money. gotta get rich somehow and pay for food to eat

• sometimes they’ll discuss memories. they’ll try to figure out and put pieces together (not that it ever works. everytime they think theyre close, there’s one thing that makes it fall apart everytime)

• they hang out with ingo sometimes because they feel like they’ve seen him before, somewhere (whichever series’ this takes place between, it’s up to interpretation but they’ve either fought him like that one time in B/W or on TV or something)

• at some point they get shocked by lord electrode and blast off and while they go james is like “… shouldn’t we be saying something here” and jessie says swears. then wobbuffet does the wobbuffet thing.

• they show up again like 2 minutes later looking fine and everyone is like “wtf.” because that isn’t normal

• why are these random ass people completely fine after getting shocked by LORD ELECTRODE

• melli goes absolutely wild and is torn between being like “DAMN😍” and “DAMN🤬”

• i think it’s funny to think about some child wanting to dress up meowth or something and give him bows and crap. so he looks in a mirror after and gets hit with a horrible wave of deja vu that does not feel good

• yes it’s about meowzie. after a minute it’s back to normal but he is freaked out for a while so ehh

• the horrible deja vu continues when jessie shows this hairstyle that she got and doesn’t think it’s her look but james is bluescreening because that hairstyle reminds him of someone who is really not cool at all (jessebelle)

• jessie never wears it like that again

• now for jessie to experience, there’s that one island in the coastlands where there’s a chansey and while everyone else is like. scared because it’s an alpha pokemon, jessie is like “omg?????? wtf????” and she approaches it. then it attacks her and bam bad deja vu

• i don’t really know how wobbuffet would experience it so have fun imagining that

• i have two thoughts for the ash and pikachu situation- either A. they are in the present or B. they are in the past and i have thoughts about both

• A. the present. i think that ash would go to the next region (or stay in kanto idk whatever you want to imagine) and everything is normal at first

• but then after a bit of time passes it feels like somethings missing but he isn’t sure what

• at some point he randomly mentions team rocket and jessie and james and whatever. but then his companion(s) go “huh??? who are they???”

• it clicks. team rocket has not been around where did they go what

• so ash begins to search because he sure as hell isn’t going to the police about it, because 1, he is a hero, and 2, they would arrest them immediately

• basically he searches for team rocket while no one else does and it’s just shgshs yeah

• and B, where he turns up in hisui too with pikachu

• i would think he remembers everything. so when he sees team rocket he flips out and is like “wtf what are you doing here how did you follow me to the past!!!”

• jessie starts to be like “to protect the w-“ and then stops because. what????

• they don’t remember the motto but it feels like they should be saying it but they don’t know what it is

• they all stand there in silence until ash is like “aren’t you… gonna continue the motto??” and they’re like “what?”

• after a bit of debate ash and pikachu realize they don’t remember and are actually kind of sad now

• hey at least they don’t want pikachu now!!!…. hey what do you mean you have the urge to take pikachu please don’t steal him

• i don’t know it’s an interesting concept that i may expand on later

rhats pretty much it now i think!!! okay bye tumblr i may be back one day maybe not

#team rocket #im gonna treat this like ao3 tags aren’t i #okay ANYWAYS #meowth #wobbuffet #jessie and james #pokemon anime #legends arceus #pla au

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yanban-san · 2 years

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eldritch twins has so much potential.

Cause I’m just picturing Elesa trying to cautiously teach them human customs, and then it gets to ‘courting’ and like, humans have many many different ways, so she tries to think of the basics.

“Oh they keep up really good hygiene to be more presentable! Like trying out new scents and stuff, though they can also just do that for work.”

But they stopped listening at the first half and so the next time their darling walks in they go “oh? New scent? GASP! DARLING IS TRYING TO COURT US! OH BELOVED WAIT!-“ and the struggle to get a feather and scale off respectively.

Meanwhile that morning their soulmate was just “I did buy some new body lotion, and it smells amazing, eh might as well.”

Poor Elesa who states something so clearly but these two monster men are just ‘I heard courting habits/rituals and that’s all that matters.’

- noodle

jdakshl I took this in a slightly different direction but I think you will like it :)

CW: Long, Poly, Demon/Monster Submas AU, Deredere Yanderes

Though I like the idea of Darling after starting to date them just tries out some new scents with the intention of finding one the Twins like and they go nuts when Darling is asking if they like it, both of them trying to find another suitable gift to give their darling-

Elesa sighed, rubbing her temples as she sat back in the plush leather chair the twins had prepared for her. Emmet pacing around the room, and Ingo leaning against his desk, unsure of how they’d managed to give Elesa a migraine this time around.

“Miss Eles-”

“Be quiet for a minute,” She hissed, keeping her eyes closed in silent meditation- And shooshing Emmet again. Maybe, just maybe, she thought, if she wished for it hard enough, she’d wake up back in her apartment and find all of this had been a bad dream; That she hadn’t spent the past three afternoons trying to explain human customs to these two demons, whose current plants involved running a train station in some roundabout way to win your heart; Though, they had to admit, trains were very cool in their own right. Elesa had thought the two to be simply adorable when she learned this had all started from trying to make you love them- Simply seeing you happy brought them such joy, they were more than happy to give you anything you asked for, to grant your every wish!

Elesa thought it cute; innocent, sweet, lovey-dovey, a fairy-tale romance come true-

And soon those adjectives would be dropped from her vocabulary entirely, when she’d heard their future plans to get you to love them.

Their plans included all sorts of absolutely wonderful ideas- such as gaslighting you, kidnapping you, brainwashing you, murdering any vermin who might try to deceive you, stealing away your heart with their lies- In other words, anyone who might try to date you- Or perhaps they would engage in their own kind’s displays of affection- To offer you the head of some fool who dared to insult or disrespect you would be a delightful honor to them, and surely humans would have some similar customs, correct? Or maybe you’d prefer these fools to fall to the ground, swearing eternal fealty to you for having committed such egregious transgressions against you- And they’d already erased some existences that had dared to try to hurt or insult you before. Though they hadn’t gotten to mention the nicer and far sweeter rituals of courting they had, before Elesa interrupted them with an excessively long-winded admonishment of how terrible everything they had planned was; Ordering them both to forget anything and everything they knew about their own customs and ideas and promising them that she’d definitely convince you to love them so please-do-not-resort-to-whatever-the-hell-you-two-were-originally-thinking, stuttering the words out as quickly as she could to ensure the two idiots understood and obeyed.

And they had, of course, gotten bored after no less than three hours of “discussion” on their ideas- It was silly of Miss Elesa to try to correct them! They were above such human ideas of things like “morality”- And they were fine playing human- They insisted. But the laws that bound their existences in this realm made it impossible for them to just take you. They needed to hear it from you first-That you loved them. That you wanted them. And truth be told? The thought excited them more than anything- A human willingly becoming their bride- How lovely, how lovely! What a fairy-tale among their kind, too. Human soulmates were defective- and were often abused and treated as livestock by their demonic companion, as humans didn’t feel the desire or obsession that resulted from the condition of having a soulmate, and the demon had no desire to wait or explain anything; Just to have their soulmate as quickly as possible, safely in their embrace and away from any prying eyes or danger. They could just keep their human pet bound up for their own amusement, and sleeping in a pleasant dream to keep them from suffering or hating the demon- Lost in falsehoods and fantasies, unaware- Yet also painfully aware of the waking nightmare that engulfed them.

But Ingo and Emmet had seen how such cruelty to half of the soul-bind had wasted away at their kind- turning into wretched ghosts of themselves. Living, but at what cost? Unending suffering for human and aberration alike.

They were nervous and worried that they might frighten you, or hurt you again, after what happened when you summoned them- They were so desperate to see you love them-

And also of the fear that you might reject them. Oh, how that would hurt- And the two refused to even begin to explain what they would do if you should turn them down and refuse their affections; But the dark look that clouded both their eyes made Elesa shiver.

And hence why they endured the bothersome nonsense of the little mortal before them, listening intently- waiting for her to divulge the knowledge and wisdom she claimed to possess.

Elesa leaned back in her chair.

“So, you guys want to know… about... dating.”

“…Courting.” Ingo returned, looking at Elesa warily. “Dating comes after courtship, does it not?”

“Well, that is- I guess they mean the same thing, Humans have a lot of different… ways they can engage in... In courtship, It’s a little difficult to explain,” Elesa tried to answer, but really- Where was she even supposed to begin? She was primarily concerned about them hurting others while attempting to court you- Or murdering them- Or any other number of horrible things that Elesa didn’t even want to begin to imagine.

“I am sure there must be some basics, Miss Elesa. Could you not explain to us some… signs, or something- We are not even sure if our little beloved loves us back, truth be told- And reading minds is quite a difficult feat.”

Elesa’s attention snapped to those last words. “You can read minds?”

Ingo could tell by her tone this was not a good thing. “Well, technically- But humans-”

“Absolutely no mind reading no matter what do you understand me, not to me, not to your beloved, not to anyone- Got it?”

Ingo’s tired eyes met Elesa’s- bright and indignant and practically sparking with fear and anger. Ingo sighed.

There was nothing worth reading in her mind, anyway. Her thoughts, like so many other humans, were scattered and varied and cacophonous- a din of firing neurons that was more like trying to listen in on every conversation in a crowded mall at once- And 99 out of every 100 was screaming about something either inappropriate, insane, or inane. And finding out what the human’s mind was actually focused on was even harder.

“Very well, Miss Elesa. We will not engage in any mind reading.” Ingo didn’t feel like explaining it to her right now- Perhaps later.

Emmet stopped pacing. “Yes yes- We will not do that- But, how do we tell if our darling likes us?” He collapsed onto the office sofa, tired of the other two constantly derailing onto other topics.

“W-Well, I suppose...” And she began to think again. “Well, uh- If you’re trying to get someone to notice you... Sometimes they’ll do things like try out new outfits, or dress nicer if they’re going to see you.”

“But Darling works here- They must wear the uniform of Gear Station. How would they dress differently?”

“Hmm, I guess not that then- Maybe they wear ribbons in their hair? Haircut? Bracelet? Jewelry?”

Emmet’s smile widened. “Ah! We shall look out for such changes.”

“Oh! Another thing I can think of- Personal grooming! If you like someone, you’ll take more time to make yourself nice for when you go to see them! They might try out some new soaps, new perfumes... All sorts of things; styling their hair differently, making sure their breath smells good- you know, stuff like that? Though, to be honest, that’s also a bit of a "for work” thing as well- Lot of people like to make themselves extra nice for work-”

“Splendid!” Emmet interrupted, clapping his hands together.

“Wait a second-” Elesa interrupted, but faltered- They weren’t paying attention anymore.

The twins shared a glance to one another; Quite a satisfactory answer! And perhaps they could try out some of those things as well... Darling seemed to like certain hairstyles on men- Perhaps they could change their hair a bit... Or maybe find one of these perfumes for themselves- Something you’d like?

“But what sort of scents would Darling like?” Ingo wondered aloud- Neither of them smelled much like anything, they thought. And what would Darling like for them to wear?

“Oh, I’d love to help with that! I can ask them about it during our next coffee hang out,” Elesa was already thinking of the dozens of scent samples she’d received from perfumeries- Especially for all the commercials she’d done over her career. And finally! Some normal progress with these two abominable monsters from beyond the edge of reality.

And the twin demons now had something to look out for about you! Emmet tried to recall- your hair always smelled of either flowers or fruits. He'd just have to take note of your scent from now on.

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Of course, you were happily unaware of any secret plots to analyze your shampoo and/or other bathing product choices while you were doing your shopping later that evening- You were out of a lot of your favorite bath products- So why not stock up on some while you were here? And maybe-

Maybe you'd try something different. New.

You grabbed a bottle of some tea tree conditioner; Some stronger stuff was good to use every now and again, right?

And you used it the next morning- the scent was strong, you realized- but not necessarily unpleasant? Minty. Pungently minty.

And the twins could smell it the moment you walked into the access tunnels.

"Good morning, Station Masters!" You saluted them, standing as straight as you could with your heels together as they both walked over; Emmet had some sort of tablet in his hands, and Ingo had a clipboard- You recognized it as the morning safety checklist. By the time you got in, according to an engineer, there was a broken... energetic lattice generator inside an engine? It sounded quite sci-fi, you thought; but also interesting! The trains of Gear Station were a modern marvel of engineering and scientific ingenuity;

Or at least, that's what you thought. To Emmet and Ingo, it was just a way for their Servitors to inform their masters of potential breaches in security or problems caused by magical interference, without revealing to the general populace and you that the trains were, well, yes, while technically complex mechanical devices, they were powered by some arcane wellspring of energy that Joltiks went utterly insane for. The actual engines inside of them were physically impossible to exist- And if any human engineer tried to comprehend or rebuild the engines they’d be unable to or probably driven mad. Perpetual motion machines were not something that should’ve been able to exist in this universe, after all.

But none of that mattered for now! You were here! And- And you smelled different-

"Good morning!" Ingo shouted- his voice always so loud and distinct against the growing mechanical din of trains starting up and stopping and clunking and bumping and mechanical whirrs and grinding noises, and Emmet motioned you closer and the two dragged you away from the maintenance annex, into a quieter tunnel.

Oh, you were quite pretty today! Your outfit was as sharp as ever, and your smile so bright- Ingo put his arm across your back more than once- stopping just short of grabbing you, as much as he wanted to- And Emmet forcefully restrained his arms behind his back while they walked with you towards their office. Surprisingly, none of the other Depot Agents were following you yet, you noticed.

Of course, the Agents knew not to interfere with their bosses when they were with... you.

But the two were excited for another reason, aside from getting to be alongside their beloved, beautiful, darling-

The scent. It was different. Very different.

A sign you liked them, right? You were wearing the scent for them, right? Right?

You removed your cap for a second, brushing back your hair- and a new wave of the strangely minty scent hit them both. It was certainly different from what you normally wore, Ingo thought- And your hair was so pretty, he just wanted to run his hands through it, to gently caress you- Emmet was staring at you- licking his lips and leaning in a little too close- And Ingo shoved him back glaringly. No. They had to make sure, right?

Ingo would strike up conversation with you- Already planning out how to weave the question of the new scent into a natural conversation, to find out if you really were wearing it for them- That would be so sweet, though he did think he preferred the scents of flowers and fruits on you- But if you’d thought of them, trying to impress them- trying to court them-

Ingo needed to know. His feet were trailing shadows and pools of dark voids while he walked, his mouth curling into a little grin- And he went to ask you, tentatively, how you were doing this morning-

“Are you wearing a new perfume?” Emmet interjected. Ingo faltered, glaring daggers at his younger twin.

You blushed- Was the scent really that intense? “O-Oh, no, It must be the new hair conditioner I tried that you’re smelling- It’s awfully minty, isn’t it? I don’t know if I quite like the scent.”

Blush. You were blushing! How cute! They could hear your heartbeat in your chest- increasing rapidly. You, of course, were just embarrassed that the tea tree conditioner was obviously so intense that your bosses could not only smell it, but were commenting on it-

“It is not bad,” Ingo added, trying to calm you down. Ingo could smell it too? It must’ve been really intense. “...Are you trying out new hair products for any particular reason?”

Both of them looked at you- Leaning into your space ever so slightly, waiting for your answer with bated breaths.

“No reason! Really!” You answered honestly. “I just- It was a more intense hair cleanser than normal, and I thought... I could... use a change...” You trailed off. Sinnoh above, this was embarrassing- Scentless hair wash next time. Who knew your bosses had the noses of Poochyenas?

Or maybe it was really intense and bad. You adjusted your hat on your head. Hopefully you could mask it? Or better yet, you knew Agent Jackie needed you- You could run off and seclude yourself in some office doing desk work for the day, avoiding your bosses and smelling pungently minty-fresh in some forgotten corner of Gear Station!

“I’m terribly sorry, Ingo and Emmet- But- uh, Jackie- My supervisor for today- he uh, asked me to report to him for my daily tasks! I just remembered I was supposed to report to him first thing this morning, sorry!” And before they could stop you, you’d run off.

The twins were quite upset when you managed to scurry away- Had Elesa lied to them? Was this a human way of saying- No, it couldn’t be-

Had you tried the new hair conditioner for someone else...? Ingo bit his thumb at the thought, hard enough to draw blood, turning black and shadowy at exposure to the air. Emmet stopped his incessant pacing, his hands twitching uncomfortably and inhumanly.

Absolutely not. They wouldn’t allow you- How dare you- No, no they couldn’t think that! You were simply confused- You only loved them- You couldn’t love someone else- Could you?

They’d get to the bottom of this- No matter what! Your supervising Agent was about to receive a new order for the day- Find out if you were going to see anyone later, no matter what- And also find out why you were wearing the strange hair scent- Oh, they wouldn’t be letting you leave Gear Station today if you really were looking forward to meeting someone else- They’d have to put a stop to that immediately!

And Elesa, meanwhile, had returned to her gym- Quietly thinking to herself while she awaited the arrival of a new challenger.

“I could’ve explained that stuff better,” She thought- But man, had she been exhausted today- “The way I said that stuff about perfumes... I hope they don’t start thinking that person is like, proposing to them just because they used Strawberry scented shampoo instead of coconut today or something- Nah, of course they wouldn’t be so dumb as to-”

She stopped.

On second thought-

She began furiously dialing her X-transceiver.

#Seth.anon #Seth.asks #Demon AU #Monster AU #Demon Submas #Monster Submas #Noodle Anon #Apologies I wrote this usually at 11 at night after getting back to a hotel room dog tired #Emmet X Reader #Ingo X Reader #Ingo/Reader #Emmet/Reader

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royalty-subway-headcanons · 1 year

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subway bosses reacting to s/o secretly living on a train? (like a mini home)

Where the cool people go-

Emmet

Ah. Would you believe him if there were times when he and his brother would have a small sleepover at the station? It’s a bit uncommon, but still-

Like, the subway station is like a mini home for them too. Not metaphorically, legit. It’s livable since there’s a small fridge, blankets, and all that you need to usually survive. Except for the bathroom, you’d need to leave the subway for that, but then return.

He would probably even ask how the hell you even managed to get at this point. Like, why do you secretly live on a train? Are you trying to copy him? If so, cool.

… He'll probably feel a bit personally attacked and offended if you kept this a secret from him (okay, I exaggerated a bit there, but still). Because this is so fucking cool. It’s less boring to live on a train than in a proper house.

So eh. Basically, he’s a bit surprised, but mostly amazed because he found another of his train people. You guys could have a sleepover at your train house thing. Or in his subway house thing-

Ingo

Hm. I think he’d first ask about your well-being. Like, maybe you lack money to live in a proper place, therefore you live on a train? Or maybe you bought a train to live in and there's nothing more to that-

Ah. Whatever your reasons are, it is what it is as long as you’re okay. Still, if you need help, you can literally just live with him in his apartment with his brother. But since you consider the train your “mini home”, it should be fine-

… Now he’s a bit curious about how this train mini home came to be. He’s a bit in shock, since it’s not every day that you see someone living on a train. But eh, he’s a train person so… Yay, more train people.

… Okay, scratch that, he's INTRIGUED by your mini home. Like, does the train still work? What kind of train is this? Where did you even find it? What made you live in it? They’re so many questions-

Emmet would tell you how they sometimes tend to have a sleepover on the subway for the fun of it. He isn’t wrong, but it can be a bit embarrassing to admit that himself-

#pokemon #pokemon black and white #pokemon headcanons #headcanons #ask #pokemon imagines #pokemon x reader #emmet #emmet x reader #kudari #kudari x reader #ingo #ingo x reader #nobori #nobori x reader #subway bosses #subway masters

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leggerefiore · 2 years

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▲Yandere Subway Bosses with Willing S/O▽

psych if you think i still won't make this creepy

cw: yandere, kidnapping, implied drugging, unhealthy consensual relationship?

▲Ingo▼

● Waking up bound to a bed was not at all how you expected your morning to go. Your memories were hazy and bled into one another, making it difficult to distinguish. It felt like your brain was pounding against your skull, slumber refusing to leave your eyes. A Chandelure eyed you eerily from the edge of the bed before floating out of the room.

● Footsteps are heard, growing louder as they approach the door. You feel confused when Ingo stands in the door frame, eyes seemingly glowing from how they caught the light. “My dear, you're awake. How are you feeling? I know hypnosis can have some side effects on humans,” he approaches carefully and places his cool hand to your forehead. You lean into his touch, body suddenly feeling overheated.

● Hypnosis? What was he talking about? You seriously were unable to recall. “I can't remember anything properly…” your voice is weak, and a dryness consumes your throat as you speak. His eyes narrow as his hand moves to stroke your cheek. A chaste kiss is pressed to your forehead, and he promises to return with some water.

● Ingo tells you about how he kidnapped you with distressing ease, silver eyes darkened with some undercurrent of unknown feelings. His hand grips yours tightly before he presses a kiss to your knuckles. “I love you, please let me take care of you,” he softly begs. For some reason, you are inclined to let him. Life had been stressful previously, living paycheck to paycheck while trying to find your little place in this big world. Letting go and having someone else decide for you felt strangely nice. He teared up when you genuinely agreed.

● The first week, he leaves bound with a heavy heart, afraid you may be playing him for a fool. You weren't. His affection was complete accepted and even reciprocated. The few moments he grants you temporary freedom, your hands never seem to leave him. The second week, you're given free-range in the apartment. You never try to escape.

● He nearly breaks down when he comes home to you cooking him a meal. His arms encircle your waist, and he whispers into your ear, “You are much too perfect… The outside world was always a dangerous place for you. Let me give you everything.” You find yourself agreeing again.

● Everything continues building, you aren't allowed to leave, but sporadically, he will take you out with him. Expression terrifying to anyone who gets too close to you. You are held close to his side while the grip on your arm is constricting. It's so easy to believe you're a normal couple. In some ways, you are.

● He proposes to you before a year comes to pass. Naturally, you accept it. Ingo brings you close and refuses to let you go. A small ceremony is held with his family and closest friends in attendance. All seem aware of your peculiar relationship, but are happy you are so willingly toward him. None are surprised by the announcement of a child not long after.

● Old friends try to pull you from the unhealthy relationship, but there is no helping those who do not want it. You are content to surrender yourself to Ingo's will. Life was easier since he stashed you into his apartment. Money was no longer a concern, stress was nonexistent, and you were given whatever you pleased. All you had to do in return was be Ingo's loving stay at home partner and never leave.

▽Emmet△

○ You woke up to an itchy feeling. Trying to move your hand to scratch it, you found yourself bound to a bed. Everything was sluggish and incomprehensible. You focused on the itch and saw a Joltik rubbing against you. It squeaked when it saw that you were awake. Running, off you noticed a few others appear from seemingly nowhere to join it.

○ Sudden, loud thumping rushed to where you laid bound. A smiling face greeted with you pure delight. “Darrrrrrrrling! You woke up. I was concerned. Safety check: how do you feel?” Emmet asks with a careful tone. He walks up to you and sits on the bed beside you. His hands feel over your body for any tender spots.

○ “I feel thirsty… Everything feels heavy,” you told him, realising he actually wanted an answer, “Did – Did you really drug me?” Emmet's grin turns malicious while he sneers at you. That was a 'yes'. Why had he done such a thing? Tears brimmed in your eyes as you stared at him, desperate for answers. He promised to get you some water and kissed away your tears. A sudden hug came around you as he buried his face in your neck.

○ Emmet explains that he couldn't take you being around others anymore, and he simply decided to take you and hide you from the world. All of his sentences lined with clinging, constricting affection. His hands refuse to leave your body. Eyes are filled with tender emotion and something that sent shivers down your spine. “I'll take verrrrry good care of you. Don't fight me, darling,” he cooed, lips pressing to yours, his tongue prods at your lip. You opened your mouth. There was no fight to be had. Life had beaten you down with crushing deadlines and apathetic managers. No longer would you lie awake at night, terrified of whether you could eat the next day. You trusted Emmet; your act of submission proved that to him.

○ He still is careful, leaving you bound for the first few weeks. It's quickly apparent you will not be running or resisting, however. His touches are leaned into and returned completely. You beg for them, even, loving the attention he lathered you in. Emmet is confident in leaving to roam the apartment, a precious darling as yourself deserves such a freedom. His keypad was sure to thwart any unlikely escape attempts. It never happens.

○ His heart is close to bursting with love when he comes home to you baking a cake for him. He's pinning you to the wall, a hand drifting down your side while he sucks and bites at your neck. Hickies litter your skin as he pulls away with clouded eyes. “All mine. You're all mine. So willingly, too. I love you verrrrry much,” his tone is a desperate, wild one that overcomes him in these moments. You press your lips together.

○ Time is passed at your own leisure in the nice apartment. Emmet refuses to take you out unless he absolutely has to. There's been a few times in which he tried, but the minute some got within a meter of you, he immediately dragged you back to the apartment. His pupils were shrunken, and his breaths unsteady. It was obvious how he couldn't bear you around other people. Your only company being him, his pokemon, his brother, or Elesa. You were fine with this.

○ One day, he gives you a ring and begins calling you his spouse. A ceremony or documentation are not required for him. You are his, and you accept it. That is more than enough. Ingo and Elesa congratulate you the next time they see you. Neither are surprised by the announcement of children that soon follow. Emmet was never the patient type.

○ Emmet complains about how you have been reported missing. You aren't missing, you're just disconnected from the disgusting outside world. You agree with Emmet, leaning into his side to comfort him. There was no urge to leave; there never had been. Emmet sighed and wrapped an arm around your shoulder to pull you in closer. Yes, you were quite content to be spoiled in Emmet's love and return it wholeheartedly.

#ingo x reader #emmet x reader #yandere pokemon x reader #yandere x reader #yandere ingo x reader #yandere #yandere emmet x reader

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miniongrin · 8 months

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Statute of Limitations (Immortals AU)

Wrote 800 words for an AU that’s been rotating in my brain for over a year that I still haven’t written, but I’m posting this anyway because I do what I want.

AU context, sparknotes edition: Ingo couldn’t get sent back directly to the future for timey-wimey reasons and spent 140 years immortal, chilling in the Coronet Highlands. Accidentally befriended/tamed/domesticated the feral cat of a man we know as Volo (also immortal) while he was waiting to catch up to the future and his twin. Now the Nimbasa trio has been reunited for over a year and Volo is the twins’ weird roommate and Elesa’s bitchiest bestie.

“Hang on,” Elesa says one night, as they’re sitting around the twins’ living room eating Sinnoh takeout, two and a half hours and two-thirds of the way into an hour-long documentary on Hisui. They keep pausing to give Ingo and Volo the chance to expound on whatever topic the documentary didn’t have the time or information to elaborate on themselves; Ingo’s infodumping is familiar and comforting, while Volo’s is a bit of a surprise but hilariously bitchy. Even when the documentary gets things right. “Volo—you consulted on this? Historically?”

“That makes it sound like I did so fifty years ago,” Volo sniffs. “I was a historical consultant on the topic. Mostly by mail; by the time they were making this, Cynthia was a little too popular for me to go wandering around Sinnoh without a good excuse for looking like her fraternal twin.”

So, yes, but in fifty words instead of one. Cool. “You like… you got paid money for this? Is this your job?”

Volo makes an dismissive sound. “Yes, I got paid for it, but it’s not exactly reliable work, nor does it pay greatly. As a historian, the best money is in research grants, but those are a little hard to get a hold of without extensive history at a university, and my need to shuffle identities every decade or so did clash with the need to accumulate that sort of history.”

“…So, yes but no?”

Volo rolls his eyes at her. “Yes, but no.”

Elesa mulls over that. She doesn’t unpause the documentary just yet, because there’s a niggling question in her brain now—

“Do you have a job?” Emmet asks before she can. “You’re here a lot.”

Volo huffs, deciding to take offense in that catty way of his, so Elesa jumps in before letting him answer: “Dude, you’re clearly loaded, I have never once heard you say a thing about hopping back and forth between here and Sinnoh and plane tickets aren’t cheap. Frankly, neither is this apartment, and I’d be surprised if you’re just letting the twins pay for it all.”

Volo regards her shrewdly for a moment, then hums as his eyes slide away. “Don’t worry about it.”

That is the least satisfying answer on the planet. She and Emmet immediately turn to Ingo for answers.

“I do not worry about it,” Ingo says immediately.

Elesa and Emmet’s eyes meet. Weird, suspicious emphasis with no real answer. Hmmm.

“I am Emmet. Are we harboring a fucking criminal?” Emmet demands.

Volo sputters. “I beg your pardon? That’s your first assumption?”

“That’s not an answer,” Elesa points out, entertained. “He’s only going to get more suspicious the more you avoid giving one.”

“And you, of course, are virtuously on my side,” Volo mutters bitchily. “The disrespect! And here I thought we had something. A camaraderie, if you will—”

“It’s not like you’re a poacher, Ingo would worry about it a whole lot if that were the case,” Elesa interrupts him. “I can’t really imagine you beating someone up—”

“I can,” Emmet says.

“—without going full-on crazy eyes,” Elesa corrects herself. “So this hypothetical crime you may have committed and have definitely not denied committing is probably, y’know. Petty. Which fits, because you are a petty, petty bitch!”

“I,” Volo says with dignity, “am the classiest bitch any of you will ever meet.”

“I am the classiest bitch in this room, but nice try.”

“You’re all cutting-edge fashion and avant-garde, that’s not the same thing as class.”

Elesa gasps loudly in overblown offense. “You take that back!”

“Ladies, you are both pretty,” Emmet intones. “Ingo. Has Volo committed crimes? Yes or no.”

Ingo pinches the bridge of his nose. “He doesn’t have a valid birth certificate and yet has had a functional passport for decades despite being stuck at twenty-seven. Of course he’s committed crimes, we knew that already.”

“I am Emmet. I meant for money.”

Ingo shrugs and reaches for a new can of soda. “Well, that’s none of my business.”

“Ingo.”

“Look,” Volo sighs, “can any of you truthfully tell me that you’ve never talked to a particularly out-of-touch gentleman whose lone battling Pokémon is holding a useless nugget of gold worth more than everything you have on your person and thought, you know, I bet I have an island somewhere that I could sell this moron?”

There’s a beat of silence. Emmet snorts. Ingo puts a hand over his face that doesn’t hide the amused curl to the corner of his mouth.

Elesa cackles. “Oh dragons, you scam rich people for a living? I need to hear about this right now immediately. Story time! Funniest scam you’ve done, let’s go.”

“Accusing me of being a scam artist now?” Volo snips facetiously, but he’s smirking. “I will confess to nothing. …At least, not until I have the chance to check the statute of limitations for a few things.”

#immortals au #submas #i don't know if i should be tagging this snippet as submas but the au as a whole definitely fits the tag sooooo?#no one can stop me #anyway volo is actually in the credits of the documentary that they're watching #but only under his Eccentric Historian alias for obvious reasons #also volo DOES do a lot of historian stuff in his free time (verifying artifacts and translations mostly) but it's more of a passion hobby #his tastes are too expensive to actually live on that sort of money #despite being born in 1848 and 100% being able to rough it with the best of them volo just exudes city slicker vibes to me #also sometimes the vocational paths cross #mostly when volo gets peeved at some specific person with a private historical collection he's being paid to verify something in #and he decides that for the good of the historical record he has to liberate a few things. preferably the rarest/priciest things

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bellafragolina · 2 years

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Angst Angst Angst

So. Here we are. I'm thinking the Pokémon world has some super fucked up diseases, right? Our immune system doesn't stand a chance

🍓🍓🍓

Laventon:

You came from the rift, from somewhere else, not here. Laventon doesn't know why he didn't think of this before. You're not used to the diseases here. He didn't think, and now. . . and now you're sick

He sits by your beside in the Medicinal Ward, clutching your hand as your fever grows. You can barely open your eyes, can barely hold down water. But when you manage to peel your leadened eyes open and see him, you always smile. You try to crack jokes and make him smile when he sobs over your condition, like you're not the one dyi- No, he won't even humor the thought

Laventon throws everything into your recovery. He spends every minute he can feeding you medicine, doing local tricks for curing this illness, telling you about Pokémon and tales of his research to help soothe your fear. Hell, he brings you ice types to snuggle against you so your forced to cool down. He marches his ass through the snow, to Avalanche Slopes to catch a Blissey to help tend to you. He prays to whatever deity exists above to save you. Please. He can't lose you.

But you just get worse. He refuses to listen to Pesselle when she implies that he should say his goodbyes while he can. There are Pokémon here, and they can help you. You're strong. You'll hang on! He kisses your clammy skin, listens to the wheeze of you trying so hard to breathe, and hopes to see you smile again tomorrow when he recounts how he got a scar in the most unfortunate of places

He doesn't get that chance

Ingo:

Ingo doesn't understand what's happening. You were fine just yesterday, ribbing him and spoiling his Pokémon and Sneasler's kits. Now, you're tucked into your shared bed, burning up and barely breathing. He doesn't know what to do, he doesn't want to leave your side, so he sends Lady Sneasler to get Irida and any healers.

Irida brings Warden Calaba, whose knowledge of herbs and medicine should help. But as Calaba takes in your symptoms, she's confused. It's merely a common cold, why aren't you fighting it off? You shouldn't be this incapacitated. She hurriedly makes you medicines while Ingo and Irida watch on in frightened silence

Ingo has never been more scared than when he's taking care of you. Your so weak, yet you can't keep any food or water down, much less your medicine. You try so hard for him, always whimpering out weak apologies when you can't manage to keep it in. He hushes you, cuddles you, and wonders to the gods above why this is happening. You and him came from the same place, didn't you? Why are you so weak to the diseases? Why you and not him? He can't do this. You mean too much to him, you're all he has. If he loses you then he's alone again, and he can't handle that. So you have to get better.

He notices the hut is silent when he rolls over to kiss you good morning. His scream is heard all across Hisui

Cyllene:

She gave you an order. Your order was to not die when you were banished. You left, you fought gods, but you came back to her. And now you've been knocked down by the common cold you caught from the festival held in your honor. And now Cyllene is forced to watch you deteriorate in front of her eyes. You, strong and capable you, now reduced to a gasping, fever-dazed mess in the Medicinal Ward

She spends as much time as she can by your side, forcing aside emotion as she tells you that things will be fine. She talks to you about what the rest of the Galaxy Team is up to, like they're not worrying themselves to death over you, and tells you of the missions she'll have you do once you recover (and once she allows you out of her sight). Your weak smile makes her vision blur, but she waits until she's back in her office with the doors closed to shed them

As much as Cyllene hates it, the world doesn't stop because you're sick. She's forced to return to her office, merely feet away from where you're lying sick, and do paperwork. She hates every word she writes, but she forces herself to focus. The sooner she gets done, the sooner she can return to you. In the meantime, she keeps Abra with you when she can't be there, and he brings her updates on your condition.

When Abra teleports back to her, frantic, and Pesselle's broken cry rings in through the open door, Cyllene places her head down on the desk and cries

Volo:

Volo figures he would be punished. After all, he's done horrible things, and deserves the backlash. But he doesn't understand why that backlash had to include you. You are Arceus' chosen hero, so why has he cursed you with such a simple disease? Why did he have to make Volo the one you caught it from?

It's too much. Volo forces himself to carry you to Jubilife, to the Medical Corps, because he knows it's for the best. He brings them the best medicinal plants and medicine his guild can provide, yet you don't get better. He prays. He prays to Arceus, please save them. Take me instead, but they are your chosen, please save them. He prays while holding your hand, he gives a prayer with every kiss he lays upon your sweaty brow, and he prays when he's forced to leave at night.

The guilt eats him alive, so during the night he finds the plants and medicines you need. He brings them in time to be able to sit at your bedside again, whispering stories of Hisui's history as you blearily regard him. You don't even have the energy to smile anymore, and it's tearing him to pieces. So he prays to Arceus, to Dialga and Palkia for your health he prays over your wheezing form

And when your wheezing stops, he starts to damn

🍓🍓🍓

Please excuse my while I go sob my little eyes out </3

~Renee

#professor laventon x reader #laventon x reader #ingo x reader #warden ingo x reader #submas x reader #volo x reader #cyllene x reader #pokemon imagines #pokemon x reader #angst

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smallestapplin · 2 years

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Imagine getting ingo and Emmet a shiny Pokemon. Like Emmett a shiny joltik and Ingo a shiny litwik. They would probably lose their minds over how cute they are. Their s/o would not be able to escape their overjoyed, tear filled cuddles.

I STAND BY THE FACT THAT GALVANTULA’S SHINY SHOULD’VE BEEN BASED OFF A COBALT BLUE TARANTULA AND I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL!

The day I learn how to not suck at computers it’s over for them bad shiny hoes.

Asks are open!

🔳Emmet🔳

The expressive subway boss has been trying for a shiny joltik since the beginning, he is aware his luck is not the best.

He is however the best joltik dad there is! And he adores all his kids. He wouldn’t trade them for the world.

“Em, hey Em.”

The man in question looks away from the tv to look at you.

“Yes darling?” You’re hiding your hands behind your back, instantly he becomes curious.

“I need you to hold out your hands and close your eyes, you’re going to love this.”

Emmet sits up a bit more before doing as asked.

“No peeking! I know you.”

He chuckles, of course you do.

He feels a joltik in his hands. Of course he’d know what one felt like, his spider children a large part of his life.

“Okay okay, you can see now.”

Opening his eyes, silver one meeting purple ones….purple ones? PURPLE ONES!?

“AAAAAAAHHHHH!!!”

His joyful scream vibrates the walls. He calms down just enough to coo out the tiny joltik, finding the lavender bow on them so cute.

“Thank you! Thank you thank you thank you!”

Emmet instantly pulling you into a cuddle pile with you and his new child.

“How did you manage to get a special jolkit?”

“A lot, and I do mean a lot of agony, that’s all you need to know.”

Whatever he doesn’t mind. He is thinking of nicknames for his newest child, all his kids have names, so what shall his baby be named?

🔲Ingo🔲

You really had intended to give him this litwick as a surprise, honest, but it’s kinda hard when it’s late, it’s dark in the house, and the only light in the bedroom being the cool blue of the shiny litwick’s flame.

You hadn’t expected Ingo home yet, he said he’d be working late and you thought you’d have more time.

So imagine your surprise when you open the bedroom door, blue litwick in hand to go get them a treat, to see your exhausted boyfriend.

Both of you locked eyes. He only breaks eye contact to look down at the off colored litwick, exhaustion no longer present in his expression.

“Um..surprise? I was hoping I’d have more time.”

“W-what?”

“I was going to surprise you! And with how much you love litwicks I thought this blue beauty would be a nice surprise.”

“For me?”

“Haha yes Ingo, for you.”

His shaky hands reach out for the shiny, gently taking them out of your arms and into his.

Tears welling up in his eyes when the baby Pokémon cries out happily at the new person.

“So cute, oh so cute, such a cute little baby.”

Ingo is smothering your face with kisses.

“Our child needs a name.”

“Ingo, first, get changed and we can cuddle about it.”

He hums “I’d like that.”

Once he gets comfy and you three are in bed, he starts rambling off names. Basing it all on the blue litwick’s reactions.

“You have work in the morning, if you stay up all night trying to name them you’ll never wake up to your alarm.”

“But beloved, they need a name.”

“Lobelia, it’s blue, they are blue, and it’s pretty just like they are.”

Ingo watches the newly named litwick cheer at the name.

“Lobelia it is.” The stoic subway boss feels warmth in his chest, a Pokémon for the both of you is how he sees it. And he couldn’t be happier.

#pokemon #pokemon imagines #pokémon #pokemon x reader #pokemon fanfic #pokemon ingo #pokemon ingo x reader #pokemon emmet x reader #pokemon emmet #pokemon fluff

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outoutdamnspark · 2 years

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My Heart in Your Hands

Got inspired and wrote this instead of working on WIPs, whoops. 😅

Written for @peachsodama, based off their fantastic Hivemind Au; specifically, it’s an expansion on this ask I sent, which was, in turn, inspired by this post by a different anon.

CW: vaguely detailed depictions of anxiety, panic attacks, depersonalization/dissociation, depression based in loneliness.

Emotional Hurt/Comfort; Angst With a Happy Ending

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Ingo’s pool of Guests drains lower and lower as the days pass. He’d started with so many - nearly two dozen voices layering together inside his head; now he has barely half a dozen, with at least two more planning to leave before the week is out. A third is undecided, and he fears more than he ever knew he was capable of that they’ll follow the others back out into their previous life and away from him.

Every time he thinks about it, his hearts begin to pound inside his chest, leaving him shaking so badly he can’t even work his fingers well enough to hold a pen or open his office door. He chews on his tongues until he tastes blood, trying desperately to ground himself in ways that never seem to work.

‘Please don’t leave,’ he thinks, the sound like sobbing even to his own proverbial ears. ‘Please…’

And yet.

In the moments his anxiety is at its worst, when he feels like his hearts are going to rupture, there is always you.

A gentle brush against his mind, a soft tap against his mental door. ‘I’m here,’ he hears you say, ‘I’m not going anywhere.’

Sometimes you’ll sing to him, something calm and sweet; it sounds like old memories, like a lullaby sung to the faint glow of a nightlight, like summer evenings with the window left open and the cool breeze of a rainstorm on the horizon. Other times you’ll press the mental feeling of your hand into his, or you’ll send him the impression of a hug, your arms draped around his shoulders, your comforting weight across his back.

(Once, when he couldn’t get off the floor, when the anxiety and the loneliness were so bad that Ingo could barely even feel his own body, you took control of his hand and used it to wipe the tears from his face. All the while, he heard you whisper words of comfort inside his head.)

He wishes he had that now, wishes you could whisper to him, sing, hum, anything, but he’s shut and locked the door as best he can. He can still feel you, can still hear the scant number of Guests he has left, but he's blocked himself off the other way, holding back the voices that are left. It isn't as hard as he'd imagined it should be, given that there are so few now.

But it's not them he's trying to keep out, it's just you; he can’t let you in right now, can’t allow himself to let you hear the new and utterly terrifying development that’s come to pass. Emmet had given him what advice he could, but Ingo is stubborn, wracked with guilt for what he’s done to you - to all of his Guests - and there is no way he’ll force you to shoulder this new burden now, make you feel obligated or coerced. He can feel your confusion every so often, can feel you run your metaphysical hands against the barricade of his mind, can hear you calling him in question; he does not relent.

“You love them,” Emmet had told him matter-of-factly. “That is what it feels like. It is not a bad thing. It feels like it should be, but it is not.”

Ingo doesn’t know if he believes him.

So other than his passive hold on his remaining Guests, he keeps the walls up, and only cracks the door open long enough to skim his thoughts over yours when he doesn’t feel you actively reaching back.

Until he can’t.

The thing about anxiety, about panic, about love, is that they spill out and over the brim of whatever box you try to put them in; Ingo has not felt these things before, not until he began letting his puppets go free, and no amount of watching through another’s mind can ever be a proper substitute for the real thing.

So he isn’t prepared for the night when everything boils over, the night when those two Guests do in fact leave, and the undecided third decides to go with them. He has so few left now, only enough to count on one human hand, and it breaks him. He locks himself inside the Gear Station office and curls up in the corner of the room, trying and failing to keep from wailing in total despair.

(There is a pounding on his mental doors - no longer a gentle tap, but an insistent, desperate banging. It takes everything he has to keep the door shut.)

He folds himself in half, knees to his chest, hands over his face, teeth clenched so tightly his jaws ache. His head is so quiet despite the banging; he can hear his own sorrow echoing back at him like a shout of pain into an empty cavern. He’s a twin, he has a brother, has Emmet, but it’s not the same as having a chorus inside his mind, and loneliness is a monster with razors for teeth and daggers for claws. Ingo feels them rending him, and it comes to a point where he cannot differentiate what is outside of him from what is in.

Which is why it takes him so long to notice that the banging at his mental door has stopped, and instead become a physical one against the very real door of his office.

When he does realize, it’s enough to pull him from his anguish for just a moment, if only because the sound startles him into awareness of it. He pauses, glad for the distraction but also violently wishing whoever it is will go away so they don’t see him like this, and he thinks his wish has been granted when the banging stops.

But then there comes a different sound - one like something metal scratching against metal, and he doesn’t have time to pull himself out of his own head enough to stop it from happening before the lock has been picked and the door swings open.

You’re kneeling before him in an instant, not even having to look for him now that you’re in the same room and can feel the draft from under his mental door. He tries to push you away, shoving at your mind to dissuade you, but you fight him; gentle but firm, you shove back, catch him off-guard in his misery, enough to where you’re able to reach up and carefully, so, so carefully, take his physical face in your hands.

“Ingo,” he hears you call, voice like spring flowers, like the whisper of hope at the edges of despair.

He knows you’ve told him in the past that you don’t plan to leave, but with so much empty space inside his mind, it’s hard to believe you. He’d do anything if it meant you would, (anything but force you, he can’t bear to do that to you again,) because out of every one of his Guests, out of every voice he’s ever been connected to, you were the one, the first one, to offer him kindness in return when he needed it most. Every. Single. Time.

“Ingo,” you call again, and this time he manages to focus on your face, so very close to his own. You smile gently at him, and his hearts flutter for an entirely different reason.

(You can’t know. He can’t let you know how much he needs you.)

You sweep a few strands of hair from his eyes, and though he knows you know it’s a disguise, the action is soothing. Tenderly, you brush your thumbs over the tear tracks along his cheeks, and lean in to press your forehead to his. “Please let me in?” you whisper.

And gods help him, he cannot tell you no.

Slowly, fearfully, he pulls open the door he’d tried so hard to nail shut, and meets you in the open space left behind. He feels the moment you feel it, hears your faint intake of breath, feels your incorporeal fingertips brush against the secret he’s been too ashamed to share.

‘You love me.’

He swallows, body shivering in dismay. ‘...Yes.’

(But your voice had been so calm, open, not accusatory or disgusted. You’d simply stated a fact, no more, no less.

He doesn’t dare to hope.)

You sit back on your heels to look him in the eyes, keeping your hands where they are, cradling his face like he’s something precious. You’re still smiling, still looking at him with a gentleness that scares him - but now he can make out the gleam of something wet in the corners of your eyes.

Slowly, he feels you reach out inside his mental space; you’re so close already, but still you ask instead of grabbing at him. It’s far too sweet, far too good for what all he’s put you through.

(He doesn’t deserve you.)

“Stop that,” you whisper aloud, though not unkindly. “Look.”

You reach out to him again. He tentatively reaches back.

Ingo chokes on his own breath as something soft drapes itself across his mind, warm and weighted like a hug, a caress. There are no harsh edges, no claws or thorns; there is a tang of bitter salt hidden deep, deep away, and he recognizes it as the terror and resentment you’d held for him once upon a time when he’d first brought you into his family of Guests. But it’s only echoes now, like a stain left behind after all other traces of the offending substance have been scrubbed away.

There is something rich and golden in its place, like discolored honey - overpowering the negative beginning with something better.

‘...You… forgive me?’

Your smile just grows. ‘Yes.’

He stares at you, eyes welling anew, this time from disbelief instead of breaking hearts. 'Why?'

You laugh. It's quiet, bright, as gentle as your hands on his face and your mind against his own. 'Do you need me to say it?'

He doesn't, not really. Because just as he can feel the balm that is your lack of hatred, he can just as easily feel the presence of something else - an emotion he's woefully familiar with anymore, but never let himself accept it might be returned.

There, tangled up within everything else, warming the frigid, soundless stretches of void where there once were many voices but now are almost none, he sees his answer like a diamond nestled in an egg of coal.

"I love you," you whisper, the words spilling both from your tongue and from your mind, just before you lean in to ghost your lips over his own.

He clings to your shoulders, his lifeline, and desperately presses back, meeting your kiss as if it's an antidote and giving back whatever you're willing to give him first.

'I love you,' he thinks, throwing the mental door open wide for you to feel just how much.

'I love you, too,' you answer, pouring out everything you carry for him to feel as well.

He whimpers into the kiss, pulling you closer, into his lap, letting his illusion fall away.

You giggle against his catlike mouth at the fur tickling your skin, and the sound makes a rumble echo from deep within his chest.

'Please,' he whispers, 'don't leave me.'

'I won't,' you whisper back, honest, kind. 'I promise.'

And this time, he finally lets himself believe you.

#spark writes #hivemind au #peachsodama #submas #subway master ingo

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waywardstation · 2 years

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Irida and Akari dropped into the blue seating, sweeping their gazes through the train car warily, expecting the Conductor to jump out of the shadows at any moment. Standing above them, Lady Sneasler snarled and crossed her arms.

Unlike their first car, which aside from cool air had seemed to have nothing inside it relating to the memory it contained nor the location it drove to, this car was infested with signs of Wayward Cave. As the walls ran closer to the corners, the metal twisted and gained a coarse, rough texture akin to rock. Water dripped from the ceiling, dirt and moss lined the floors, and torches were set as guards around the seats. Their fire burned with a curiously bluish-purple tint, doing little to suppress the shadows, as with all light here. The memory-window in the front was currently blank, it’s glass slightly cracked.

“Wonder why he hasn’t shown up yet,” Akari muttered, glaring at the darkened end of the car.

Irida was unsure as well. Everything about their brief meeting with the Conductor suggested both punctuality and a certain abruptness. He didn’t seem like someone who would stall an encounter to frighten them with paranoia. It would be much more efficient to just kick them out of a car as soon as they got in.

(Ingo was almost aggravatingly punctual. Worse than a Diamond at times. If the Conductor was who, or rather what Irida supposed him to be, then such a trait should follow.)

Lady Sneasler let out a snort, shaking her head at them both. With the air of a being who was impatient for her fellows to finally notice the obvious, the Lady uncrossed her arms and straightened. She pointed at the two of them, gestured at the dark end of the train car as her mouth stretched out into a grin like the Conductor’s, and then she dropped it as she swiftly crossed her arms into an X. After a pause, the Lady pointed at Akari, mimicked the girl’s previous reaching movement towards the memory-window in the first car, and gestured at the end of the car with another grin, this time holding it.

“Oh!” said the two humans, in tandem.

Shaking her head at her own foolishness, Irida watched as Akari jumped up from her seat with wide eyes.

“Being in a car isn’t what leads the Conductor to us, it’s messing with the memories!” she exclaimed. “Lady Sneasler, you’re a genius!”

The compliment was accepted with a dainty snicker and another head toss, Lady Sneasler reaching out to ruffle Akari’s hair delicately. Irida, meanwhile, leaned back with a frown. This would make things only a little less difficult.

Akari must have noticed, because she inched closer to Irida, smile smaller but not yet gone. “That doesn’t mean we can’t try at fixing memories; this helps with that, honestly. We can plan how to do it without worrying about the Conductor just waltzing in!”

“But how do we fix them when the Conductor will come by the minute we try?” Irida sighed. “We can plan all we like, but his odd Pokémon, whatever it even is, seems quite strong.”

She smiled up to Lady Sneasler weakly. “I won’t dare underestimate your power, my Lady, and Ingo surely didn’t either, but I’m not sure how fighting multiple unknown Pokémon would fair for you alone. I’d rather not risk it, personally.”

The Lady did not seem pleased, exactly, by such concerns, but took it with good grace nonetheless. She settled into one of the seats as well, seeming to decide that now was a good moment to check over and clean her claws.

Akari stayed standing, a thoughtful look on her face. Before Irida could ask what was on her mind, the girl crossed the car and��standing clear of the black window as best she could—moved to stand in front of an odd square machine Irida had barely paid attention to. She hummed, pressed one of the protruding buttons and, much like her phone, the pane in the front of the machine lit up.

“Oh, this is what I thought it was,” she whispered delightedly, as Irida watched with a frown.

“Are you sure you should be touching that?” Irida asked, concerned.

“It should be fine, if something goes wrong I’ll just shut it off,” Akari dismissed. “Ah, now that’s interesting.”

Something being interesting did not bode well to Irida, but Akari hardly seemed distressed by whatever she found out about the machine, so she dared to be cautiously optimistic. Perhaps they’d find themselves with a good interesting event for the first time in this place.

Akari tapped at the screen some more, and then with a light ding! the machine’s screen flashed, and the sound of something rolling down within it was heard. Irida leaned forward, curious, as Akari crouched down to retrieve two odd-looking Pokeballs from a small square basin lower down on the machine. With two clicks of the buttons on the Pokeballs, they grew in size and two Pokémon were released from them.

The slouching Typholsion, Irida recognized immediately. It was that very creature that Akari usually battled her with, considering the advantage flames had over ice. The other, smaller Pokémon was one Irida couldn’t recall seeing before, though it looked slightly familiar. It was bipedal, with blue shades of fur which encased its legs in an almost trouser-like fashion, and it held a pale shell with sharp edges. It smirked up at Irida and made a face at Lady Snealser, who hissed in return before getting back to going over her claws.

“That’s a Dewott,” Akari said. “I kept him out to watch Firecracker fight Melli’s Pokémon so he could get a feel for things, I think that’s why they’re the ones I can access in the PC— they’re the only ones, that is. The rest of my Pokémon are probably in trains heading to other stations. Most of them are heading to Jubilife, I’d guess.”

“A PC?”

Akari blinked. “Right, you wouldn’t know what that is. I don’t think I knew what it was until I saw it again.” She looked as though she were about to say more, paused, and then laughed. “I— wow. There’s a whole spiel about PCs that just popped into my head, and I was going to repeat it to you, but I’m pretty sure you wouldn’t understand half of what I’m saying, since I don’t even understand some of it.”

Irida raised her eyebrows, wondering what on earth Akari couldn’t understand, but before she could ask her to give the spiel nonetheless, the girl continued.

“I’ll keep it real simple. So, you know the pastures we have in town?” Irida did, having allowed them to keep her Pokémon several times during meetings. “Think of the PC as a gate to a set of personal pastures for people to keep their Pokémon. When you want to get a Pokémon from a pasture, you put in a unique code so it knows who you are, and it instantly sends them to the PCs you’re at. I’m pretty sure they’re in, like, every town back home.”

Akari spread her hands out and wiggled them in a motion she had once called ‘jazz hands’. “Pretty cool, right?”

Irida ignored the strange choice of wording—Akari often claimed things were ‘cool’, with vague parameters for what it meant other than being a good thing. She would have liked to call the PC impossible, a product of the unreality of the mind. But Akari’s phone, with its perfect ever-changing map, seemed impossible too, and it was certainly real. So perhaps the world Akari came from really could send Pokémon town to town instantly through an odd machine.

“It sounds practically magical,” she said instead. “I can’t imagine how it works.”

Akari shrugged. “I don’t know either. All I can remember about it is that it’s really complicated, so I don’t think I knew how it could do that before, too.”

She reached out to scratch at Firecracker’s chin as Irida pondered that, as well as the fact that both Akari and Ingo’s homes possessed the same impossible machines. Then, with a considering squint, Akari stopped her petting and instead took his head into her hands, moving the Pokémon’s head around slowly, which he allowed with pliant amusement. She looked over Firecracker’s flames with a careful eye, and tapped his arm and pulled it closer to check the area where purple and cream fur met. Then, apparently pleased with what she found, she nodded to herself.

“Dare I ask?” Irida said.

“Oh! It’s just that these two are at the level they were when Mr. Ingo and I were going through Wayward Cave, not their actual level—which makes sense, I guess, since we’re heading there right now and the whole car is cave-themed—and I wanted to see how much he got right about Firecracker.” She pointed to the abrupt cut-off between purple and cream. “See, in real life, there are little purple spots in the cream area around here, but I guess Mr. Ingo never noticed, because they aren’t here on him now.”

Akari began to scratch Firecracker again, adding, “The flames aren’t quite the right color, either. In this sort of light, Typhlosion flames go pinker, but I don’t think Mr. Ingo’s ever seen him in this lighting, so his mind wouldn’t know that.”

It made sense, of course, that Ingo’s memories of others could only look how he recalled them to, but Irida still found herself lightly surprised. Should she find Glaceon in a later car, would there be some misremembered patterning in her fur, or error in her personality? Ingo had seen Glaceon many times before when speaking with Irida as Warden and Clan Head, but what might have stuck out to him, and what would he have forgotten? It was odd to think about.

Furtively, Irida glanced at Lady Snealser. So far, since their meeting in the first train car, she had noticed nothing off about the Noble in her actions or looks. That was to be expected; while Lady Sneasler was an independent and solitary creature like most of her kind, Ingo’s duties as Warden meant he was her companion, and was to be attuned to her needs besides. Irida was much less familiar with the Noble, only crossing paths in infrequent trips to the Highlands or gatherings of the Clan. If there was anything Ingo misremembered about the Lady Sneasler accompanying them, Irida would not be the one to spot it.

Not that Irida expected there to be anything Ingo misremembered. He was an analytical man by nature.

“Dewott here has got the same thing going on,” Akari continued, kneeling down to tweak the Pokémon’s ear, “though he definitely got your sass level right, Mr. Sassypants.”

The Dewott scrunched his face up. It was adorable.

Rather than focusing on her partner further, however, Akari stood up with a sigh.

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Ahoy-hoy! Long time no see, huh?

I wish had a better answer to why it took me so long to clean this next section up of Multi-Track Mind and send it along other than work being a chore and my fairweather nature with fandom, but I don't lol. But I'm here now!

This also isn't all of my currently finished writing, too. I'm sending it in two parts, since 4000 words is a bit long for a tumblr ask. It'll be along shortly :)

-cw

(This is part of a collection of writings CW had been making about Train of Thought AU. Previous segments can be found here on AO3)

ITS HERE ITS HERE!! CW I LOVED THIS!!

Long time no see indeed! I’m so very sorry it took me this long to get to this ^^ but no worries on your part at all! I was delighted to see this and it was so fun to read!

LOVED the part where Akari is commenting on the detail of her Pokémon and how they changed based on Ingo’s perception of them! Some of the patterns are wrong because he missed the smaller details, and their levels are the levels he last saw them at, not their current levels!! I LOVE THAT!

And Akari explaining to Irida what a PC is is great haha.

This was such a joy to read CW, thank you so much for writing this and sending it! It took me a while to get to it, and I am sorry, but it made my day reading it; your writing is fantastic!

CONTINUATION HERE

#train of thought au #train of thought au writing #CW THIS IS SO GOOD #I LOVED THIS

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