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Twin Dragons AU + Dragon Stones?
I don’t know a lot about the Twin Dragons AU, but I have a question:
Zekrom and Reshiram can go into a hibernative state and revert to the Dark and Light Stone respectively, often as a sort of defense mechanism when their bodies have been destroyed.
Does the same thing apply to the Twin Dragons AU, a la Steven Universe-style? I hope so.
If the body sustains too much damage, there’s a flash of light and cloud of smoke. All that’s left is a stone sphere where a grown man once stood?
This also means that Ingo and Emmet are in a semi-conscious state when they are stuck in their stone form, meaning they’re able to sense people nearby.
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Some interesting SubMas AU ideas. Feel free to use these to springboard ideas.
Control - “Brothers by blood separated.”
Based off the video game of the same name, the Gear Station isn’t just any old subway station. It’s a labyrinth of twisting tunnels and not quite dead ends. Even the depot agents struggle to keep track of when and where the trains are at any given point - except for Agent Jackie, who’s been working at the station for as long as anyone can remember. All sorts of strange things have made the underground network their home, and some of them are less than friendly. Thankfully a new Director/Boss has arrived; he said his brother is waiting for him at one of the platforms.
Snowpiercer - “The front and the tail are supposed to work together.”
A story about a train that travels across the frozen planet. One man is at the very front, safe and secure with nothing but the soft rumbling of the eternal engine to fill the silence. The other is in the back, the defacto leader to provide spirit and guidance to the hopeless who have been left behind. If that’s a bit too depressing, there’s always “Bullet Train”.
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Imagine gifting one of these to Ingo and Emmet.
They manage to put it together and it looks just like the picture if not better; they find the perfect spot to show it off to anyone who visits.
The kitchen looks like an absolute warzone, and it’s going to take hours to clean up, but let’s not dwell on that.
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Musical theater
Cooking and baking
Writing and storytelling
Video games
Sharing all of these and more with others
If @novembernyx is interested, I’ll tag them.
List five things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last ten people who liked or reblogged something from you! Get to know your followers, mutuals and all the wonderful people on here!
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Spending time with my friends and family
Good sleep
Finishing a piece of writing and the feeling that something from my mind has manifested into reality
Physical affection hehe
tagging! @lvely @somany-fandoms-solittle-time @ashie-booboo @riddlesimps @cheezy-moon @silvervinedna @riddle-simp @teyola @cookiesandbiscuits @amaribelt
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My musical-theater brain suddenly coming up with the best villain songs for each Pokemon villain.
Cyrus gets “Be Prepared”.
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During the Holiday season, Emmet will walk around the Gear Station with a big cloth sack slung over his shoulder.
Kids debate over what kind of presents must be inside, and their parents play along, not wanting to spoil their fun with the reality that it’s just an empty bag being used as a prop.
They’re all wrong. It’s full of Joltiks.
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Food and Cooking HCs
Ingo and Emmet aren’t bad at cooking per se; it’s more accurate to say there are some tasks they are very skilled at, and certain ones they struggle with.
Ingo has a soft spot for comfort food. Warm homemade meals make him incredibly nostalgic for family dinners from his childhood. He has a couple of classic recipes written down and kept in a box on the kitchen shelf.
Emmet likes to experiment with his cooking, whether it’s wanting to try a dish he saw online or mixing different ingredients to test out new combinations of flavors. He’s gotten very good at improvising and substituting ingredients.
When Ingo first started cooking, he was terrible at multi-tasking and would often forget to add an ingredient or would miss a step. He’s gotten much better over the years, but there are still times where he’ll get tunnel vision.
Emmet is a whirlwind in the kitchen, he’ll take one look at a recipe and immediately get to work. Unfortunately, this means he’s prone to getting carried away, whether it’s rushing through steps or going overboard with ingredients and seasoning.
Ingo wants to make others happy, so if you praise his cooking, he’ll be beaming for the rest of the day. He won’t outwardly show it, but knowing that you enjoy his food is such a high compliment for him.
Being Emmet’s taste-tester is kind of like spinning a roulette wheel. He’ll never serve you something bad, but he won’t give away any information until after you’ve had a bite. It becomes a fun little guessing game. Be honest with your opinion. Don’t worry, he can take it.
When roasting marshmallows, Emmet likes to let them burn until there’s a black char around the whole thing. He likes the way it mixes with the sweetness.
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When you ride passenger with Ingo, he’ll slam on the brakes and then do the thing where he puts his arm right in front of you, like he’s the only thing stopping you from flying through the windshield.
Emmet refuses to so much as start the engine until everyone has their seatbelts securely buckled, and he has unironically said “I am Emmet and I will turn this car around.”
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Ingo is the kind of person that, if given the time, can talk on the phone with you for damn near an hour and will say the sweetest things.
He still maintains a level of professionalism when around friends and co-workers - have to keep up the reputation of the Gear Station, after all! But in the privacy of his home or office, the man is sickeningly sweet. He absolutely refuses to hang up before you do, and will insist that “You hang up. … No, you hang up!”
Emmet is the kind of person who, after hearing this once already, will grab Ingo’s phone and hang up for him.
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Day 14 - Working Late
Contrary to what most people say, there are a few hours each night in Nimbasa city when the lights dim and the music stops. But the city only grinds to a halt after everyone is fast asleep, so almost no one is around to witness this phenomenon. Almost.
The light of a lone desk lamp just barely reached the furthest corners of the room, coloring Ingo’s papers a faint orange that’s broken up by black ink and shadows. He muttered to himself, checking and double-checking his work, only stopping to let out a long yawn before getting right back to work. So absorbed in his work, he didn’t even notice someone approaching until he saw a new shadow slides across his desk.
“How much more do you have left?”
The question was asked in earnestness, but still left a sense of guilt settling deep in his gut. Technically Ingo had already finished everything due by tomorrow - or is it today? - but the stack of incomplete work still loomed over him. It wasn’t even halfway there. If he were to come to a stop now, surely it would just mean more work further along the line, wouldn’t it?
“I should have everything completed in an hour at most.” Ingo spoke as softly as he could, not wanting to cause any disturbance, but did it sound convincing? “But please, there’s no need to delay for my sake.” A few seconds later, he heard footsteps slowly fade away from him. He refused to check the time and instead went back to work. The sooner he finished, the sooner he could go to bed. Another yawn forced Ingo to halt and close his eyes for a split second.
When he opened them again, there was a glass of water and a plate with half a sandwich.
“If we’re gonna be up late, we may as well have a midnight snack.”
You look at Warden Ingo, then down at the cup in his outstretched hand. Rather than putting it on the table and risk spilling onto the research notes, you take it off his hands. Tea might not be the best thing to have in the middle of the night, but it’s certainly a warm welcome.
“Thank you so much.”
You move to the side to let Warden Ingo take a seat next to you. He smiles behind his cup.
#Pokemon#Subway Boss Ingo#Warden Ingo#Reader#Subway Boss Ingo x Reader#Warden Ingo x Reader#Novembmas
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Day 12 - Models
The warm and humid air was a welcome change to the cold and dry wind outside, and above the sound of rushing water and excited murmurs, the soft whirring of electric motors echoed around the conservatory.
Lines of tracks were arranged at every exhibit, some nestled between the moss and shrubs while others raised high above the plants and garden beds. And for each line, a little model train happily traveled up and down the path, traveling past miniature landmarks and real-life plants.
“I don’t think I will ever get bored of the sight. It is as if the city has been reclaimed by nature.” Ingo said. He spoke with an uncharacteristic softness but still maintained a sense of wonder. On your other side, Emmet watched as the model train zipped away, traveling over a recreation of Skyarrow Bridge.
“Good thing the trains still work. At least the 4-6-0s do.
“It is a numerical classification system for locomotives.” Ingo must have caught the confused furrow of your brow. He nodded to the train that just went by. “Each number relates to the number of wheels. First the leading wheels-“
“The small ones at the very front.”
“Then the driving wheels…”
“Those are the big ones with the connecting rods.”
“And finally the trailing wheels.”
“The small ones at the back of the engine. This one doesn’t have any. See?”
The model comes back around and you count two small sets of wheels followed by three large ones. Small-big-small.
“Ready for our next stop?” Emmet asked, already linking his arm around yours. Ingo just laughed, watching his brother dragged
you to the next display without hesitation.
A whole yard of tracks ran back and forth under a miniature Nacrene Museum, and Emmet leaned so close to the display that you’re afraid he would fall into it. You tug on his arm and point to the nearest model skittering along.
“Um…0-4-2, right?”
He smiles even wider and squeezes your arm.
“Yep!”
A/N: If I made any mistakes about Whyte Notation, don’t be afraid to send me a correction.
#Pokemon#Subway Boss Ingo#Subway Boss Emmet#Subway Boss Ingo x Reader#Subway Boss Emmet x Reader#SubMas#Novembmas
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Day 10(?) - Arts & Crafts
“Can I see?”
Emmet can feel you against his back as you peer over his shoulder and look down at the tangled threads and knots in his hands. He rolls the strands between his fingers, trying to focus on that sensation instead. Then you laugh - a short, sweet thing - and suddenly he wants to be the one hiding against you.
Making friendship bracelets is something usually done by kids at summer camp. It’s a clean and harmless way to pass the lazy afternoons. Emmet was never interested enough to learn, his summers were better spent catching Pokemon and challenging others to battle, but you had mentioned it to him and Elesa in passing with such happiness, he couldn’t help but be a little curious. Besides, how hard could it be, he had thought to himself.
From her resting spot, Galvantula cried out with an almost mocking chitter.
“I’ve never done this before.”
Emmet wasn’t sure if the sentence was directed at you or his Pokemon. You remove yourself from his shoulder and instead take a seat beside him.
“May I?”
He nods, and you take the strings.
“So first, hold this string taught…”
Your hands are smaller than his, but they move so quickly and confidently.
“…Then take this string and loop it around the other one…Then pull the end through the loop.”
It’s almost like when Galvantula spin her webs, the way you weave and pull the strings in just the right way. Slowly, he can see the pattern emerging from the knots. After a few more lines, he takes the strings again.
The final product is a little misshapen, some knots are too loose and others are too tight, and Emmet can even see the spot where you showed him what it’s supposed to look like, but he likes how it turned out.
He’s especially happy with how it looks on you.
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Day 5 - Stars/Outdoors
You find Ingo in the exact same place as yesterday, sitting on the fire escape staircase. You ought to coax him back inside and lead him to bed; it’s not like you’re unfamiliar with the process.
But he is.
Instead of hunched over at a desk, muttering to himself and buried under stacks of paperwork, he’s just staring up at the sky, sitting on rickety steps with paint so old that it’s chipping in spots. His eyes briefly meet yours before he’s back to looking up.
“There were many sleepless nights when I first arrived to Hisui.”
Taking that as permission, or at least indifference, you climb through the window and step onto the platform.
“The noises, the sights, I could not understand any of it for the longest time and would lie awake at night, unable to find peace. And even after I grew familiar with my surroundings, my dreams often became so vivid that I would wake in the middle of the night yet unable to recall any of what I had witnessed.”
The metal creaks as you take a seat with Ingo. There are bags under his eyes and his hair is unkempt. Still, he looks up at the sky with fondness.
“On those especially distressing nights, I’d go outside and wander about to clear my head. And then, one evening, I looked up and saw the stars. So many stars…”
You follow his gaze. A few pinpricks of light pierce through the darkness.
“From that point on, I would find a suitable spot and look to the stars whenever I was unable to sleep.”
Streetlights and neon signs paint the alley with a spectrum of color, serving as a glowing haze against the pure black of the night. Ingo sighs, and the excitement in his eyes dims.
“The lights in the city are very different to what I’m used to.”
“Do you miss it?”
You bite your tongue, but it’s too late. From the corner of your vision, Ingo looks at you with a sad smile.
“Very much.”
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Day 4 - Coat
The evening air may not have that chilling bite that’s normally prevalent during the colder season, but it does carry an occasional breeze that sends an unpleasant jolt running down Ingo’s arms every time it passes over him. At the very least, he’s still wearing gloves, even if the white cotton provides a flimsy barrier to the chill.
“Ingo…” Asks a voice beside him. Your mouth may be muffled from the collar of his coat, but he can still hear the hesitation in your voice, “Are you sure you don’t want this back?”
He balls up his shaking fists, resisting the urge to rub some warmth back into his arms.
“Absolutely!” He responds, without stuttering or biting his tongue somehow. “I can assure you, a chill in the air will not derail me. Furthermore, I will not allow you to walk home in such conditions.”
When he and Emmet were put in charge of the Battle Subway, their uniforms were tailor made, from the shoes to the caps. So it’s no surprise that his coat would fit you poorly. The thing hangs loosely off your shoulders and goes well below the knees, looking less like a jacket and more like a dress. Most of your face disappears behind the collar and he can just barely see the tips of your fingers poking out from the sleeves.
To anyone else, it would be an utterly ridiculous sight. For Ingo, it’s something that kindles a sense of warmth in his chest. Warm enough that, by the time he reaches your doorstep and you hand back his coat, he hardly feels like it’ll do any good. But them he puts it back on - some of the tension leaving his body as the cold is waved away - and he takes in a breath.
His coat smells just a little like you, now.
#Pokemon#Subway Boss Ingo#Reader#Subway Boss Ingo x Reader#Novembmas#what do you mean I’m a day late?!
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Day 3 - Glasses/Technology
Riiiiing-Riiing!
Riiiiing-Riiing!
And just like that, the tranquility of the highlands comes to a screeching halt - or rather a ringing halt. Any nearby Pokemon go silent at the sound and scatter, letting the rustling of leaves and snapping of twigs serve as a curt goodbye. But unlike the wildlife, Ingo chooses to stay silent out of politeness rather than fear as you groan and retrieve that strange device.
When he first saw you staring down at the thing, he didn’t have the faintest idea what it was; some sort of ancient artifact, or a charm of sorts? His curiosity would be satisfied when you caught him staring one day and offered an explanation, albeit an extremely outlandish one.
“I had it on me when I woke up here.” You had told him while handing over the device.
When Ingo examined it, he caught a glimpse of his exhausted eyes looking back at himself from the blackened glass. The smooth surface against his thumb felt vaguely familiar, though he couldn’t recall from where.
The warden expected you to take it from his hands when you leaned closer, but instead you pushed a button and a map of the village was put on display. “Not sure why or how it works, but at least it’s good for getting around.”
The most technologically advanced machine Ingo’s seen in Jubilife would be the clunky inventions the Ginko merchants bring back and attempt to sell to any passers-by. Meanwhile, you have the entirety of Hisui, flattened and shrunk down to fit in the palm of your hand. It would be impressive if it weren’t for the ringing that went off at the most inopportune moments.
You drop the device back into your bag and chuck the whole thing underneath a nearby tree before returning to your spot beside Ingo.
“That sounded rather urgent, is there not a new destination you must depart for?”
“It can wait.” You shrug.
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Day 2 - Spooky/Autumn
It’s official, Halloween is over.
Shops and homes have are already taking down their paper Ghastlies and Gengars and trading them away in exchange for Stantler-drawn sleighs and Delibirds. So it’s no surprise that passengers and trainers who step into the Gear Station are taken aback by all the spooky decorations still littered about the place. Your confusion and curiosity is not lost on the twins as a swarm of Joltiks excitedly chitter to themselves in their newfound web when you walk by.
“I was planning to stay late and take down all of the decorations as soon as our Halloween party was finished." Ingo explains. His usually boisterous voice rendered soft and shy. "But Chanedlure has been in such high spirits this whole month and was especially enjoying herself around the station."
True to his word, his faithful companion bobs up and down, floating in circles around a dangling Drifblim. She coos and hums as she playfully nudges it. "I couldn't bring myself to put a damper on her mood. Perhaps we can leave the decorations up for a little while longer."
"Besides, as soon as we take down the decorations, we'll have to start putting up the Christmas lights." Emmet groans. "It's not even winter and there's already Christmas stuff everywhere. So annoying."
Fair enough.
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