Love all your art! Just saw one of your dojoshipping posts and remembered that Flint (Sinnoh Elite 4 clown hair guy who’s definitely descended from Zisu) has gray eyes.
Imagine getting banned from tumblr for saying what Zisu did to that Warden.
1) thanks OP!! Very happy you like my art!! ^^
2) *record scratch sfx* OH ARCEUS HE DOES
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Your aro Emmet thing made me think of Ingo coming back with a child who has been calling him uncle and Emmet being terrified like "d-did I do that? I thought I took all the safety measures?"
YOU'RE SO RIGHT
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Crowned.
This was supposed to be significantly simpler, but then backgrounds and crowns happened.
Frankly, I rather like how it came out, excessive effort aside.
Anyway, I hope you all have a very good, blessed night. <3
(Program: Krita; time taken: about 2 hr 45 minutes)
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and on a COMPLETELY DIFFERENT NOTE
some sketches for chapter 19 of another of @stellarcoachman 's fics, Diverted Route
fic where ingo just goes completely feral. it's a good read as well, and kinda really heartbreaking in ways because. boy howdy ingo is not having a fun time. but it's so very good to read
putting this under the cut because blood and violence and injury etc. also a dead creature
if i had a nickel for every time i have read/drawn Ingo having torn someone/thing's throat out. i would have two nickels. which isn't a lot but it's weird that it happened twice--
he wasn't even able to get there in time to save the kit...
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It happened in the blink of an eye.
The Alpha Alakazam glanced at Khan, who had been oddly subdued since begrudgingly giving up where their next destination was, and then Ingo heard “you might be surprised by what you need,” and suddenly he was in the middle of a blood bath.
And Ingo was no stranger to battles- he and Emmet made a living off them, after all, and he'd participated in a handful of raids against scientists who thought they knew best for the world. He had seen the aftermath of people who had been attacked by wild pokemon, and what remained of those who decided their best course of action in life was to jump into a set of train tracks. It was never any less horrifying, and Ingo occasionally had nightmares about what he'd seen, but where he was now…
It simply was a nightmare.
Fires burned in varying degrees all around him. Some consumed trees, and some consumed bodies. He tried to find something to put them out with there was nothing nearby. Not even snow. At the sound of laughter he turned his head to see a group of humans in pale tunics walking away, a few of them carrying bloodied sticks. Anger flushed through his veins and he went to chase after them but was pulled backwards instead. He tried again, and again, but their strange words vanished into the forest and faded into darkness. Ingo was left surrounded by corpses of pokemon, confused and horrified.
There was nothing he could do, and he didn't know why he was here.
The sun faded in the sky and the fires began to die, slowly turning to embers. The bodies they'd consumed were nothing but charred husks, and the primitive buildings he'd first thought to simply be fallen trees collapsed on themselves with no support left. It has taken Ingo longer than he cared to admit that this hadn't just been a group of pokemon- it had been their home, where they'd had their own rooms. There were enough bodies here to be an entire family, the kind biologists loved to see where he came from. They were so few and far between, requiring a curious amount of intelligence, teamwork, and tolerance. He knew people, personally, who would have loved to observe this family.
And here he was, observing their bodies instead.
A terrified yelp grabbed his attention; another den had just collapsed. Apparently this inhabitant had been alive. Ingo dashed over and tried to remove branches- his hands went right through, but he didn't stop trying. After releasing his own anguished scream - why was he here when he was so useless?! - the branches moved. An ashen, burnt paw emerged first. The sticks wiggled again, collapsing around the body further, until the remaining pokemon finally managed to pull itself free. And it was only then, staring at the young Zorua, that Ingo finally realized what he must have walked into.
He turned to look, to take in what he had taken for granted before.
The bodies weren't just pokemon. They were Zoroarks, Zoruas. Pokemon that had, from his understanding, been long loathed in Hisui. Seen as ill omens, as dangers to their societies. This clan must have settled somewhere, thinking it a safe area to raise their family, only for it to be discovered by humans. Humans who were fearful of what they saw as dangerous. Attack before you are attacked. Ingo could, to an extent, understand why- pokemon in Hisui were so much more aggressive, defensive, than those he had grown up with and known. Some people had pokemon partners but they were not like what he was used to. And with this clan settling in, with new generations being reared, he could only imagine the thought process the humans who had found it must have had.
Get them, before they get us.
He turned back to the Zorua, who had emerged from the collapsed den and now stood silently.
Staring.
Ingo wanted to know what his expression was, but just as he began to lean over to look the pokemon began moving. He approached the closest corpse first- this one hadn't been burned, at least, but there was a puddle of blood haloing it. The Zorua didn't seem to notice his paws getting wet as he drew closer, lifting a paw to nudge the body. The corpse. As Ingo expected, there was no response. The Zorua tried again, finally turning away when the corpse remained still.
Ingo followed as it staggered around the ashes of the clearing, prodding at every body it found regardless of their state. Some were so very obviously dead… but the Zorua still tried.
Trauma, Ingo knew, did funny things to a mind. To one as young as this…
It was no wonder why Khan was the way he was.
The young pokemon finally stopped, his breaths coming faster and faster. Ingo knelt down when his back legs collapsed, arms reaching out as if he could help. As before, he simply phased through. The Zorua turned his head, finally revealing the scar that Ingo would come to know well, now a fresh wound that still bled. His paws were cut up and burnt, there were scratches and lesions all along his back. He was a mess. Ingo could hear frantic, near-silent whines coming from the Zorua. It was hard to say if the volume was from fear that he would be heard, or if the smoke had gotten to his lungs.
Tears began slipping from the Zorua 's eyes. His panting became one long, hiccuping whine. His head remained turned, staring behind him, and Ingo was struck by what he'd yelled at Khan in anger so long ago, and yet so recently.
“You have no idea what it's like to have a family you can't return to!”
Khan, of all of their companions, absolutely did. This… this was why his reaction had been so strong, why Nana and Mnesomyne both had stepped in to stop Khan from assaulting - perhaps even killing - Ingo.
This is why she sent me here.
Ingo looked down at the Zorua again. Khan seemed to be frozen in place, but the wind around them was moving leaves and leftover smoke. It was only Khan who was frozen, unable to look away from his slaughtered family.
“I'm sorry,” Ingo said quietly, placing his hands around Khan's body as if he could actually hold him, “I'm so sorry.”
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He is terrified of that guy.
He supposes he should feel a sort of kinship with that guy. Both misplaced. Both taken in. Maybe Irida or someone in his village keeps reminding him that because he’s an outsider there are still people who don’t trust him, like Kamado does. But in this case he would say they are right.
He doesn’t like that guy.
He doesn’t like his haunted face, and his steely gaze into your soul, and his pale skin like he has never been in the sun, and how he talks loud and careful like he’s acting out a play, and how his torn coat and hat hang on him. He heard that somewhere there’s a Ghost Pokémon that is a doll full of hatred: if he tries to imagine it now, he thinks it would be pretty similar to that guy. He already looks so much like a ghost that he wouldn’t be surprised if, by touching him, he would dissolve into a horrible mess of rotten meat and bones.
He almost prefers Melli to that guy.
He definitely prefers the Professor to that guy, but that goes without saying because the Professor is the closest to his mom he can get here, and he’s very kind. And he also prefers Volo and the Captain to that guy, even though they have their own things that make him tense. And he prefers Iscan, because he’s a sweetheart, and he prefers Mai because she is cool, and he prefers Calaba because even though she was really rude at first she apologized and was very nice ever since. He definitely prefers Adaman and Irida, because they both trust him. Hell, he’d prefer any of the people in Jubilife, even Beni, who looks at him like he wants to cut off his ears, over that guy. He’d even prefer Kamado over that guy.
That guy is...
“I would like to ask you a question.” that guy had said suddenly once, on he training grounds: “Do you remember where you come from?”
Mom taught him that if you’re too scared, don’t talk, but stare. That throws people off. Makes them uncomfortable. Makes things awkward. Nobody wants to stay where things are awkward.
So he had tried doing that, closed in his own shoulders.
They had looked at each other for what felt like an hour.
“I apologize.” that guy had said: “I was far too forward. Please ignore my words.”
That guy is...
(That guy’s words in Wayward Cave - he thinks about them sometimes, the things he barely remembers. A Fire type Pokémon partner. A relative, maybe. Train lingo. Hidden Moves. That’s it. That’s his entire world. All he knows is battling and some vague images circling in his brain. Does he live anywhere? The only place he always sees him at is the training grounds. He leaves the Highlands and just stands there for hours and hours, staring into nothingness. He doesn’t talk to anyone. Waits for a challenger. Nobody wants to challenge that guy. He is too strong.)
(That guy’s Pokémon are terrifying. Strong. He trains them. Nobody else trains Pokémon. Not like him. Not even he trains his Pokémon like that guy. And he seems to have so many. And he trains all of them. Is it all he can think of? Training Pokémon? Is it all he can do aside from warden duties?)
(That guy - does he have any friends? Does he have any human friends? Nobody from the Pearl Clan who comes to Jubilife ever talks to him. Nobody seems to know him. They wonder where he came from, but know nothing of him. The wardens seem to think of him as an aquaintance. Even Irida thinks that. They don’t talk to him. Neither does he talk to them.)
That guy is...
He watched him cry once.
It was...
He didn’t think someone could cry so hard yet so quietly.
That guy is...
“Do you... Do you remember where you came from?”
That time he had nodded. Terrified. He couldn’t stand those white eyes staring into him.
“That’s good,” that guy had said. He had looked... He had looked something he had not been able to place at that moment. He had looked strange in his horrifying way of existing. “That’s good.”
That guy is...
Miserable.
And maybe that should make it all easier. Should make that guy less scary. Because he is pitiable despite all of himself, despite his mangled form and blood-freezing gaze and void where his soul should be. Despite the chill that sticks to him even under the hottest sun.
But when he looks at him - when that horrible gaze sits on him -
He can’t find it in himself not to tremble.
That guy is terrifying.
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hm... i need to get this out of my head already...
So I’ve been thinking on and off about the possibility of Ingo having fallen into Hisui with his Poketch but since he lost his memories he doesnt remember how to use it...
To refrain from breaking it/to have people stop asking questions about what it is (please refrain from asking what it is he doesnt KNOW) he just takes it off and leaves it in his tent and kinda just ignores it until one day when he invites Akari over for a chat she stumbles upon it and is like “Oh you have some weird technology too?” and whips out her arcphone and compares them and he notices the watch also has those weird cirular pieces like whatever Akari is holding.
So shes like fiddling with it and pressing in the button and asking him how it works out of curiosity but ofc he has no idea what to do with it until Akari suddenly goes “Oh wait! Its probably just not charged!” and Ingo has to stare at her in confusion because What? What does she mean its ‘not charged’ what does that even...
So she pulls out her electric Pokemon and has it zap the watch and with bated breath she presses in the button... but nothing happens. Ingo watches her in confusion and looks between the watch and her face like...okay now what... so she hands off the watch to him and mumbles something something about finger prints maybe? and he has. No Idea. what shes talking about but whilst shes preocupied trying to figure out what to do he copies the motion she’d done by pressing in a little button on the side and suddenly the screen lights up! And Ingo is ecstatic! Because thats great! One of the few things he’d come to Hisui with is functionable again!
So on auto pilot he starts tapping at the screen without realising he just knows how to work this thing now apparently and notices a number in the corner of the screen that is. Quite Large. and he clicks on it and he and Akari watch as he scrolls through like... 200 unread messages from an unknown number (with no name and a fuzzy picture) that all, hilariously, look like variations of this:
and thats how they find out Ingo WAS sent to Hisui for a reason.
He was originally supposed to be the one to ‘Seek Out All Pokemon’ because of his experties in battling and Pokemon knowledge but God Fucked Up Big Time and now he’s following an entirely different and unrelated path (out of sheer luck) as a Warden thanks to God being a little too rough with his weak human body.
(I keep thinking about how funny it would look though like- Because God picked him up from one place and un-ceremoniously dropped him in another without too much care so he just fucking gmod ragdoll DONKED off the ground and lost his memories upon impact with the earth and then does the family guy death pose or some shit. Once Arceus saw his head crack into something it was like UHM. And tried to grab his attention but nothing was really working so it was like AH FUCK SHIT MY PLANS......... and so when sending in Akari it made sure to. Not. Make the same mistake and do that again. <3 Humans must be placed... a little bit more lightly on the ground hahaha-)
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Summary: The day Ingo went missing was the worst day of Emmet's life. The day after Ingo went missing was the most confusing day of Emmet's life. When a journal that is apparently Ingo's appears the day after he goes missing, Emmet and Elesa aren't sure what to believe. But it's the only connection they have to their missing brother.
Fun fact: this is the longest one shot I’ve written so far!
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Me: "I have finally digitalized what I've written so far for Hearty Grains, Pop Pods, Crunchy Salt and Sand Radishes. I can get back into writing!"
Brain: "Hey do you remember that funny post about a retirement home AU? Wouldn't that be really funny? Imagine old, grumpy Ingo and Emmet, wouldn't that be great?"
Me, sobbing: "That would be so fucking funny"
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@tangelomadness replied to your post “Love Alice and Koji!! Love that Ingo finally has...”:
I am laughing SO hard at this. Ingo gets reincarnated and Diagnosed With French. Somewhere in the multiverse modern au Palina is laughing so hard
turning french... it could happen to YOU!
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Submas Mantit Monday except I redid the sketch so many times there’s not really any mantit anymore haha
Ingo’s injury from Draugr, the Iceland’s alpha mamoswine, still gives him a lot of trouble. Pesselle and Crogunk do their best to help him.
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Liking a slightly-less bad/more liked pokemon character doesn't mean you get to be rude to people who like bad/less-liked pokemon characters
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I feel the need to tell you all that yes, as a matter of fact, listening to "Welcome to Youkai Temple" while I'm working on WtST stuff does, indeed, tend to give me motivation.
This is my way of segueing into telling you to go listen to "Welcome to Youkai Temple," from Touhou 13: Ten Desires go go listen to it --
And with that out of the way, I bring to you a snippet from chapter 6 of Pandemonic Paradise.
I hope that you enjoy, and have a good day! :>
“That –“ stop, breathe, swallow down the agitated heartbeat shoving his pulse up his throat, “that was Emmet, why did you –”
A claw plucked him from its back, setting him down on an island and cutting off his agitated protests.
“I will do nothing for your cause from here,” its voice ground-screeched-stuttered in his mind. “Arceus’s Chosen fears me.”
Ingo stilled at that, feeling hot anger bubbling in his chest, protectiveness rearing its fanged head, and he tamped it down enough to not snarl at the Legendary.
But, Dragons above, he burned to know what had it done.
“This place is – I can’t traverse this,” he said instead.
“I will move it for you,” it hissed, voice crackling and spitting like a dying fire. “Call me when you wish to leave, and no sooner.”
Giratina opened its mouth, jaws coming unhinged as it shrieked a note and plunged from his sight, leaving him alone, ears ringing, on the piece of stone.
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You are challenged by Subway Girlbosses!
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Ok but what did Ingo do to piss off God?
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emmet, at a rapidly increasing volume: maglevs are a half-century of a solution searching for a problem, compared to regular high-speed rail they are expensive and inefficient and difficult to maintain -
ingo, at a much louder, also rapidly increasing volume: maglevs have important use cases not easily served by conventional rail, the mere fact that they cannot replace standard trains entirely is no reason to dismiss the entire technology out of hand -
depot agent in the next car over: oh great, The Maglev Argument :retrieves headphones, sets timer:
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