#that one joltik speaks

[g-u-m-m-y-s-h-a-r-k]

guys hes so cutie patootie oh my god

BRO

#usopp one piece #usopp #one piece #one piece episode 1102 #op episode 1102 #episode 1102 #that one joltik speaks #i love usopp so much oh mein GOTT #they ltl made him so cute in this episdode im goiung ceazy

[oncillaphoenix]

it rlly throws me off that so many bug pokemon only have four legs. beedrill baby no where are your middle legs...

#ledian is like the only bipedal one that has six legs. inexplicably so does spinarak. #meanwhile nincada and joltik both only have four?? #pokemon #oncilla speaks

[critterbitter]

I'm wheezing over Ingo and Litwick's dynamic jgjbjjxjsjwkfiisiq and TYNAMO FITTING INTO EMMET'S SCARF IS SOOO CUTE!! Love how you draw the little sbubby bois, their conductor themed outfits are soo freaking cute!!!

I have so many thoughts when it comes to them it’s insane. Glad you like the characterizations!

Here’s a quick one shot under the cut, as a treat for making it this far.

Emmet finds Tynamo three months before Ingo meets Litwick. Ingo has some thoughts.

Ingo and Emmet are part of a pair.

If Emmet is the fuck around and find out, then Ingo’s been relegated amused damage control. This has always been the case, right up until Emmet found tynamo. Then suddenly, it’s “wow emmet, you’re so responsible!” “Golly gee Emmet, what do you mean you don’t want to go exploring the cave systems after dark?” “Gee whizz, what do you mean curfew for your eel puppy?” “Why in Reshiram do you get to have a whole pokemon three months before we agreed to get starters, and i don’t?”

Ingo doesn’t say the last part. He’s a bitter world-weary twelve year old languishing about the unfairness of the pokestray distribution system, but he also loves his brother. Emmet found an injured tynamo in chargestone cave and decided to help— tynamo decided to stay. It’s every child’s film plot. Ingo being a grouchy gengar makes him objectively a terrible friend.

Oh dragons, is Ingo a bad brother?

“Ingo!”

Speak of the cold, and he shall enter. Ingo swings his whole body around to better brace for the flying tackle.

“Emmet!”

“I am emmet! You are sulking.”

Ingo clicks his mouth closed and tries not to sulk harder. He fails.

“You are not being verrrry convincing, brother dearest.”

“I do not have any idea what you are going on about,” Ingo’s traitorous mouth blurts. “Be convinced I love you and am not planning dastardly plots.”

Do not think about getting a ground typed starter. Do not think about getting a ground typed starter.

Emmet shoots him a judgemental look from under the brim of his hat. Ingo glowers back, and slowly starts leaning forward, smooshing Emmet under his weight.

“Ttttell me why you look like a crushed joltik.”

“Keep this up and you are going to be the crushed joltik.”

Anyways, Emmet is becoming more bold by the day and even actively discussing electric types with the new girl in elementary prep, Elesa. Ingo thinks she’s cool, but she flinched when he blurted a once again too loud greeting so he’s… letting that cool off. They definitely don’t have anything to talk about beyond pokemon, and Emmet and her already have pokemon. Ingo feels a bit left out.

Caught in the ennui of not having a blitzle or tynamo, Ingo slips as Emmet rolls out from under him. The two go down in an ungraceful tangle of limbs.

“Tell. Me. What’s. Wrong.” Emmet gently slaps Ingo’s face like a ripe oran berry. “You want to tell me sooo badly. Ooh.”

“Emmet- aurgh. Gerroff’”

“I don’t speak denial.”

Ingo gives up. His entire body deflates. Emmet, not expecting the sudden loss of spinal infrastructure, slides sideways and knees Ingo’s lungs.

Ingo wheezes. “I’m sulking because you were crushing my spine.”

“Tell me the truth.”

Uh oh. Ingo studies Emmet’s face. It’s the same one he looks into the mirror with, but marred with concern and self consciousness. Ingo made Emmet worry. He’s not just a bad twin. He’s the worst.

“You are Emmet.”

“I am Emmet.”

“You have Tynamo.”

“Tynamo’s charging at home.”

Smart ass! Emmet knows what Ingo means. And by Emmet’s smug grin, Emmet knows too.

Ingo struggles to explain that Emmet has Tynamo, and Elesa, and… that’s only two other individuals. He is truly the worst twin in all the land. Emmet gets two new friends and Ingo’s being an infant about it.

One day, Ingo will have his own pokemon partner and team— but right now, Ingo only gets to have Emmet.

Ingo feels this is an unfair trade equivalent, but he does not want to say it in a way that sounds rude, so he stalls.

Emmet has no such prefunctures. He squints at Ingo, who avoids eye contact and squirms. “You are… jealous?” He tilts his head in visible confusion. “What?”

Ingo covers his face with his hands, defeated.

“You arrrre jealous!” Emmet cries, bewildered. “Why??”

Ingo lets out an unintelligible wheeze. Emmet remembers he still has a knee on Ingo’s chest, and hastily sits back.

“I don’t want to be jealous,” Ingo finally bursts. “I am very happy for you Emmet! You and Tynamo are a winning combination!” His voice cracks embarrassingly. Emmet doesn’t flinch at the volume, even muffled under Ingo’s palms. “I don’t want to be a bad brother being jealous.”

“You aren’t a bad brother, Ingo.”

“I am. I am angry that you found your starter and I haven’t. I’m sad I interrupted your schedule with my inane demands. I have made you feel like you did something wrong. I apologize.”

Peeking between Ingo’s fingers, Emmet’s face falls. Ingo wants to be struck by a giga impact rather than face this. He would rather be a dusty imprint. Where is Uncle Drayden’s Haxorous when you need her?

“Ingo, Ingo listen to me.” Emmet’s hands dart forward to settle Ingo’s shoulders. The pressure is grounding. Real. This is where Emmet tells Ingo he’s being stupid.

He hears Emmet exhale.

“I’m sorry.”

Wait, that doesn’t sound right. “Pardon?”

“I wanted to train Tynamo as my conductor, and I left our two-car train unmaintained.”

“Pardon??”

Emmet looks uncomfortable and sad. It makes Ingo uncomfortable and sad. “Yesterday night. When you wanted to go to the caves. For our weekly charting. I said I’d rather help Tynamo.”

Oh. Yeah, Ingo remembers that. It had stung. “You are not obligated to say yes,” he protests. “In fact, you should say no more. You always say yes.”

“Yes.”

“What did I just say.”

“No. You’re my brother. I left you out.”

Ingo slowly puts down his hands. His face still feels warm, but he feels less scared. Now he just feels embarrassed. He can’t help but let out a meek plea slip. “Don’t go where I can’t follow, Emmet. Please.”

“I would never! We are going on our pokemon journey together, yep yep. You, me, tynamo, and whoever your starter will be!”

The two sit there on the side of the dirt road. Emmet’s declaration sounds like a dangerous promise. Ingo realizes at that moment he would do anything for his brother, who’s his best friend and confidant and world, starter or no starter. He opens his mouth to tell Emmet that.

“Wwwwwait. You are trying to go back to the caves. Ingo! Are you trying to find a starter by yourself!?”

Never mind. Emmet’s gone for his soft underbelly, and Ingo’s in pain. “Emphasis on trying,” he mutters instead. The joltik are not interested in him. The local tynamo swarm fled. A curious drilbur had sniffed him once, turned up its nose, and then trundled into the wall.

“…ah.”

Nothing had felt right for Ingo— too scared, too judgemental, or too uninterested. He’s starting to accept that maybe none of the pokemon in this town area match his truth or ideals.

Emmet was quiet for a long time. He had his thinking face on, so Ingo did not interrupt. He took the time instead to look up at the sky, watching the giant puff of clouds drift by. A plume of swabloo lazily inches their way across the horizon.

A shadow falls over Ingo. Emmet dusts himself off, and helps drag his twin to his feet. The two sway, clasping hands.

“We’ll ask Uncle Drayden,” Emmet decides, and Ingo is enthralled by the sheer truth of that statement. “He’ll let us use the subway! And you can look elsewhere, for a starter who is ideal for you. Wwwwith me and Tynamo, instead of by yourself.”

“Truly?” Uncle Drayden is a scary man.

Emmet nods. It’s easy to talk to Emmet— he just says words that Ingo would spend hours ruminating on. “I am verrrry persuasive.”

“You mean staring at him from the corner until he cracks?”

“Brother, you know me so well!”

Ingo cant help but laugh. He still feels guilty and bad for feeling envious, but a world with emmet by his side is significantly less hostile. Emmet’s hand is warm in his.“Thank you!” He cheers, startling himself with his volume. “Bravo,” he tried in a quieter tone.

“Bravo!!” Emmet replies, pointedly louder. Ingo squawks as Emmet pulls him off balance. “You are my brother! We’re going to find you a starter!”

Ingo tugs back just as fiercely. “Bravo!! We are going to harass Uncle Drayden into letting us board the train!”

Emmet leans with his whole body, dragging Ingo into the fulcrum of his centrifuge. “BRAVO! YOU ARE GOING TO HELP ME WITH TYNAMO’S TRAINING!”

Ingo digs his heels in, and then stumbles. “BRAVO, I, what?”

Emmet looked distinctly patrat-esque. “We’re in this together, Ingo. No backing out now.”

Ingo thought about it long and hard. He gets to see his brother get electrocuted. But he will, also, most likely, get electrocuted.

(Tynamo is Emmet’s starter. But maybe, it can also be Ingo’s friend.)

But brother say brother do, and Ingo’s probably obligated to run damage control if Emmet decides to, say, shove a fork into an outlet for Tynamo to snack on.

(Emmet fucks around. Ingo finds out. Even two steps apart with new people between, this is the way of their world.)

“Alright,” he crumbles. When they step this time, they step in sync. “We do this. Together.” (Enjoy this? Here's the link to the rest of my rat crimes.)

#art #sketchbook #pokemon #myart #submas #fanart #pokemon ingo #subway boss ingo #submas comic #litwick #subway boss emmet #submas fanfic #subway master emmet #kidmas #baby submas #ask #mailbox #oneshot #fanfic #critwrites #man this is dialogue heavy #this is why i stick to comics hfhfhdhdhd #feel free to use these characterizations to your whimsy #the nightmare children r fighhttting #pokemon fanfic

[bottle-of-harpoons]

More uncle submas and nephew Drayton (featuring Blanc) because I love their dynamic.

Slight headcannon but I imagine being partially raised by pokemon is a pretty common thing. With the amount of protags only having one parental figure, I imagine sometimes they'd need some help taking care of the kids. Since pokemon can be pretty intelligent and some of them have been partner pokemon with the parent since childhood, so they're pretty trusted.

So basically, Drayton can go around saying "oh that's my spider mum" at Blueberry academy and it would be a normal sentence.

Also fun fact, Drayton can't tell the twins apart out of uniform. I personally imagine Ingo and Emmet have very different fashion tastes out of uniform but sometimes they like to dress the same to test their loved ones. Drayton fails every time. Don't judge him, I'm an adult and sometimes I can't tell my twin dad and uncle apart.

Also, yeh, Blanc would adopt Kieran if she could. That boy needs some help and it's coming in the form of a clingy mum spider. She'll treat him right. Why is she at Blueberry academy? I imagine the twins would visit Drayton sometimes. They're good uncles.

It took a while for the joltiks to warm up to Drayton. Until they realised he's just a giant joltik and accepted him as their own.

Also, yes, if you could translate what Emmets joltik are saying, they would all speak in train lingo. They don't understand it fully but it's all they know.

#pokemon #submas #fanart #ingo #joltik #subway boss kudari #subway boss nobori #ingo and emmet #pokemon drayton #pokemon kieran #pokemon indigo disk #galvantula

[hehe-hoho-ohno]

Submas canon vs fanon

The entire time I have been in the Submas fandom I have seen a lot of confusion about what is canonical and what is a wide-spread fanon. Both in the sense of people thinking things were canon when they were not, and (more rarely) people thinking things were fanon when they were not. So I thought it might be useful to put together a little guide.

Of course, there is nothing wrong with using fanon. I use most of these headcannons in my own fics because I like them and canon is dumb anyway. (Note: pokemon is a huge sprawling mass and tends to contradict itself, and there have been changes across the various games/manga/anime)

All quotations are taken from bulbapidia.

Nimbasa Trio - FANON

Elesa has no connection to Ingo and Emmet besides living in the same place. There is one interaction between them in Pokemon Masters, and while they are on friendly terms they don't appear to be particularly close. Similarly, the idea that Ingo likes bad puns/Emmet does not stemmed from their fanon friendship with her.

Uncle Drayden - FANON

The only confirmed family Ingo and Emmet have are each other.

Cilan is a huge fan - CANON

Cilan is a fanboy of both of them in the anime.

Ingo is the older twin - CANON

In the original Japanese Emmet calls Ingo "nii-san" which means older brother.

"Do you have any siblings? I have an older brother, Ingo."

- Emmet, pokemon masters

Emmet's joltik hoard - FANON

Emmet's galvantula knows the move cross poison. This is an "egg move" which can only be learnt through pokemon breeding. Since it would take several tries to get this move it probably would have left Emmet with a lot of Joltik. In theory. We don't see Emmet with joltiks in canon.

Ingo's kitty smile - CANON

He smiles like that in the manga. (Admittedly, it's not as exaggerated as the full on :3 people sometimes draw him with.) He also briefly smiles in PLA, but less cat-like.

Ingo's perpetual frown is unintentional - CANON

"<player>! Someone just told me something that troubled me deeply! They said that compared to Emmet, I'm too stiff! But that's just a misunderstanding! I know I smile when I'm having fun! I'd even say that I'm quite proud of how expressive I am when I speak! What? You say you've never seen me smile? I-is that so..."

- Ingo, Pokemon Masters

They are both autistic - FANON

They are related to the twin heros - FANON

They share similar themes and motifs to the twin heros/Zekrom/Reshiram but that's it. They have no canon relationship.

Both of them are heavily coded as autistic. However, it's never been directly stated in the games that they are autistic and (to my knowledge) nobody at Game Freak/Nintendo has confirmed anything.

Ingo has a receding hairline - (debatably) CANON

He is drawn with one in the art book. Does the art book count as canon? Until something in the main games says otherwise, probably. (Though there is some argument to be had that it might be an unflattering haircut instead.)

Ingo arrived in Hisui via wormhole - FANON

"For my part, I simply found myself one day here in Hisui, a region whose name I'd never heard... All I could remember was my own name. I was still standing there in bafflement when the Pearl Clan came to my aid."

- Ingo, PLA. (However, the art book depicts the pearl clan finding him facedown on the ground, so take his standing claim with a grain of salt)

We still don't know how he got there. Similarly, it is quite common to show Ingo arriving during a blizzard/freezing to death and generally in poor health/injured/unconsciousness. But the way he recounts it sounds much more peaceful.

It'a also common to have Sneasler be the one to find him. The art book (of dubious canon) shows a human pearl clan member finding him, and Ingo's quote seems to confirm that. It's possible Sneasler was involved but she isn't mentioned.

Ingo got amnesia from hitting his head - FANON

We don't know how he got amnesia.

Ingo remembers Emmet as "the man in white" - FANON

"I'm starting to recall a man who looked... like me. We'd battle and discuss Pokémon, I think... The words "I like winning more than anything else" flashed through my mind just now..."

- Ingo, PLA, about Emmet

He makes no mention of remembering Emmet wearing white or smiling.

Ingo calls her "Lady Sneasler" - FANON

Ingo only calls her Sneasler, no Lady. In fact, nobody calls her or any of the ride pokemon Lord or Lady because...

The ride pokemon are noble pokemon - FANON

There are 10 blessed pokemon descended from the heros of old, and these pokemon are revered by the clans and have wardens. The blessed pokemon are divided into two groups, the rides and the nobles.

The ride pokemon are not called noble pokemon, and they do not get titles. Mai talks about "the great Wyrdeer" but does not call him lord or noble.

"This suggests that even Pokémon that are not nobles can become frenzied..."

- Kamado, PLA, about the ride pokemon Ursaluna seemingly becoming frenzied

Ingo lives in Sneasler's cave - FANON

We don't know where he lives.

Ingo became a Warden because Sneasler liked him - FANON

"I showed a natural affinity for taming Pokémon, which is why I eventually became a warden. But still I wonder what my true purpose is here..."

- Ingo, PLA

There is no further information about his wardenship. There is no information on what his relationship with Sneasler was prior to him becoming her warden.

Ingo likes having photos because of the amnesia - CANON

"Ah, photographs. I appreciate having physical keepsakes—less ephemeral than memories. Would you do me the honor of posing for a photo with me, <player>?"

- Ingo, PLA, at the Photography Studio

Ingo has been in Hisui for XX years - CANON

The art book uses the placeholder XX for the amount of time Ingo has been in Hisui. Some have taken the double digits to mean 10+, however the first digit could easily be a 0. So, we still don't know. Net 0 information.

Emmet must be taking Ingo vanishing badly - FANON

We have not heard from Emmet.

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That's all for now! I'm sure I've missed or forgotten something, feel free to add stuff in the reblogs! I might edit the list later to add more if needed.

#submas #subway boss emmet #subway boss ingo #nobori #kudari #canon vs fanon #pla #pokemon

[leggerefiore]

A sweet and slightly silly idea:

The first homemade meal Ingo eats after returning from Hisui has him experiencing a flashback like Ego from ‘Ratatouille’, especially if it’s something that he used to eat a lot or has sentimental value. He gets the thousand-yard stare and goes dead silent before scarfing it down.

cw: short, fluff, post-pla ingo

Ingo's new oddities had been a bit distressing at first, certainly. His inability to recognise the places that should be familiar to him was the most concerning among them, but his many scars and fresh injuries also stirred worries. But, he was alive and mostly well. Memories scrambled yet somehow the same old Ingo. Amnesia could not keep a good train man from yelling out “All aboard,” it seemed.

There were many challenges in helping the poor man readjust to the modern day. His ability to navigate Nimbasa had become poor, but he was quickly relearning everything. There was some inherent distrust towards people, perhaps stirred by the environment that he had been in previously. He even seemed more on edge towards wild pokemon themselves, which made interacting with even passive pokemon, like Lillipup, an experience. Yet, old habits died hard as you saw him speaking softly to a wild Purrloin or seeming to be enchanted by the sight of a Litwick.

Now, all of that was important, but something had crossed your mind when you considered the health of your amnesic lover. He was now strangely muscular… His appetite seemed to have been increased from what it was before his disappearance. You hummed to yourself as it swirled in your mind. Had you made him something since his return? You realised it quickly. No, you had not.

Confirming that he was still at home by peeking into the living room where his old pokemon had surrounded him and demanded his attention, you rushed into the kitchen and checked your supplies. You appeared to have everything you needed. Slowly, you began to shape ground beef and work to make a lovely sauce to pair that Ingo had always seemed to enjoy. The smell in the air was a pleasant shift as sizzling sounds echoed out. Soon, you had a delicious hamburger made and prepared to Ingo's previous enjoyment.

Calling him to the table, you watched as he stared at the sandwich for a moment. The smell of onions wafted about while you hoped that he could still handle some level of spice. He sat still for a moment, clearly uncertain for some reason. You hoped it was not too much for him. It finally hit you that he had likely been on an entirely different diet in Hisui. Shame was just about to creep over your mind when he reached a hand out to grab the dish.

His hands instantly seemed to recall how to hold it as he brought it to his mouth to bite into it. He closed his eyes for a moment as distant memories seemed to just ghost around his mind tauntingly. Voices talking about various things with his job or day. A phantom hug around him with a faint kiss on his cheek. The cold air of the outside changing into something warm with the creaking of a door. Then, a single memory. One where his twin sat with him and you. He seemed younger, lacking their shared facial hair and bagged eyes. Laughter came from Emmet as a Joltik tried to run off with a piece of his bun. He felt a sigh come from him as he began to scold him, but was cut off by his Excadrill grabbing on to his leg and looking up at him with pleading eyes. What a mess, he had thought.

He came back to reality slowly, realising he was chewing his food for too long and finally swallowed it. His eyes drifted to you. You barely seemed that different from his memory. How much time had passed since then? Had Hisui just aged him. Ingo took another bite. You smiled at him sweetly.

“Do you like it, Ingo? I wasn't sure if you could handle the chilli oil you usually liked on it…” You scratched your head nervously. He had not even noticed the heat, honestly.

“I love it, dearest,” the words slipped from his lips with little thought as he gave a smile, “Thank you for making it for me.”

You both felt a little closer after so long apart.

(Then you realised he had not had processed cheese in a while. There was not saving him.)

#pokemon x reader #ingo x reader #pokemon ingo x reader #ingo/reader #pokemon/reader

[squidthesquidd]

masked au!!!! ok so i may actually turn this into a fic and a few comics because im a lil obsessed with it :DDD

heres some sketches of my Emmet design for it!

explaination in the readmore!!

So!! Basically, after Ingos disappearance, Emmet started to hate his reflection cus it reminded him of ingo, so he took to wearing a mask. Over time, that mask became a sort of comfort item for him so now he rarely ever takes it off, and can become very distressed when not wearing it.

Eventually, Emmet gets sent to hisui cus he fought god and arceus was like "This guy is so silly i'll send him to hisui too :)"

So then he falls from the sky in the middle of nowhere

he has no pokemon, no materials, but he still has his mask

after wandering for a very long time he straight up passes out from exhaustion, and later wakes up in a dark cave

turns out, a crap ton of previously undiscovered hisui joltiks and galvantula found him, and because of being shot out of a portal and weird magic, he is absolutely full of weird energy, so the bugs took a liking to him and brought him back to their cave :]

Hisui joltiks/galvantula are fire and ground types! joltiks are like little blocks of coal with legs and leave charcoal EVERYWHERE

Anyway, guess what is relatively close to this hidden cave full of spiders? haha yeah its the diamond clan

So basically, Emmet is just chilling with his new spider besties, recovering from almost dying, and some diamond clan discover the cave!! and they see Emmet and they're like "ah yes this guy is this massive spider’s warden. definitely" and Emmet just goes with it cus why not? they're the first people he sees so he wants to get on their good side

so stuff happens and Emmet is now kinda an "unofficial" member of the diamond clan. he gets a diamond tunic cus hes kinda another diamond warden, but also he kinda just chills in his cave most of the time and will only leave if he absolutely has to. he's still searching for Ingo, but everything is just wayyyyy to much so he's gonna hang out with his spiders

The whole “being sent to an ancient time” thing and just being so very mentally ill caused Emmet to become very reluctant to speak, so communication was a bit difficult since no one in the diamond clan knew modern sign language. There was also a language barrier, but Emmet is a quick learner and manage to learn the language pretty fast :D he mostly communicates in writing since there's still no sign language option

When first meeting people, they asked Emmet to take off his mask, which kinda made a bad first impression on him so he doesn't really like being around people now :/ but his annoyance with everyone around him kind of accidentally made him befriend melli, cus their both petty lil shits that don't like people much

Melli comes over to his cave and they shit talk people together, and Melli is actually one of the first people Emmet become comfortable talking to verbally because of this! they both think the other is annoying but they bond over it :]

literally this is the strangest relationship to ever come out of one of my aus. these two have never interacted ever. Why did I decide Melli was the one that Emmet should interact with?

these twinks are hanging out in a spider infested cave gossiping about people

Also!! Hisui joltiks absorb thermal energy instead of static energy, so Emmet is often very cold to the touch cus his bugs are stealing his body heat. This also makes him very tired a lot so you can often find him passed out in a pile of soot.

pls ask me questions about my au I want to talk about it so much

#masked au #pokemon #pokemon bw #pokémon black and white #submas #emmet #melli #galvantula #joltik #warden emmet #ingo #pla #pokemon legends arceus #au

[teabunnee]

Submas S/O goes off on a guy for shoving Husband and child 

Ingo 

Ingo’s days off are sacred to him, saved for time with his beautiful child and wonderful spouse. Today was meant as an outing. A nice walk around the park. Ingo loved to hold his child, the precious bundle always filled his vision whenever he held them. He couldn’t help but admire them and kiss their soft little head. 

Then something hard shoved his back. Ingo had experienced stuff like that before, from rowdy passengers during rush hour, but this was not a subway at all.  This was a practically empty park. Ingo shouted in surprise, far too loud for his child’s ears, and he swayed dangerously for a second before righting himself. 

“Keep it down!” said the person who had shoved him. 

The baby burst into tears. Ingo was immediately frozen by his guilt for harming his child, unintentionally or no. For a moment, was torn between his immediate knee jerk reaction to shout at the person who had shoved him, and the fatherly urge to comfort his crying child. 

You took that decision straight out of his hands. 

Your anger was kind of awe inspiring, you screamed at the person for pushing your husband and nearly injuring your child. Perhaps as a result of being Ingo’s spouse, your furious voice carried throughout the entire space. Chandelure, who had been left out of her pokeball, joined you with ringing and blue flames burning bright. 

Of course, the person had shouted too, protesting their innocence, it wasn’t their fault the baby started crying, it was just a little push! But they were soon drowned out by you, Chandelier’s furious jingling and the crying baby. All three of them had learned how to be loud thanks to Ingo. The person cowed in shame, and possible from loss of life force, and left, mumbling an apology. 

Ingo stared at you in wonder as you immediately turned to him and the child, cooing apologies to the both of them, trying to comfort. It was like the furious parent had evaporated into thin air. Chandelure starts to spin slowly, rising right above the both of you. She’s trying to imitate a makeshift baby mobile. Oddly, it worked. 

Ingo kisses your cheek as you continue to comfort the baby. “Thank you, my dear, we were heading for the same destination.” 

You smile. Chandelure lets out a cry, soft enough so as not to disturb the baby, but enough for both of you to hear. 

“And thank you too, Partner,” Ingo says, laughing. 

He would never tell you that seeing your fury was rather…hot.  

Emmet 

Emmet always planned his outings like he planned his battle combinations: To perfection! A lovely walk in a historical park during a less busy part of the day, then a trip to a good cafe that’s safe for babies and pokemon. It was the best plan, and with you and his baby, it would be a perfect plan. 

However, even Emmet couldn’t predict a random person’s sudden malice. 

He’d been talking about his work day and some fun train facts to his child when someone slammed into his shoulder. Emmet grunted in discomfort, instinctively clutching the baby closer to his chest.

“Freak.” Hissed the man, 

Emmet was furious, not only they were being verrry rude, they had come close to shoving his kid! He swerved to go off on the man, only for the baby to start to cry at the sudden movement.

Emmet immediately started to comfort the baby, patting their back and bouncing them. The villain could go, this time. If Emmet ever saw him again though…well, he won’t do anything as a subway boss, But as a father and trainer, he better pray they didn’t meet in the battle subway. Yes, he was already planning his revenge. 

But then you started to speak. Emmet stared, eyes wide, as you went absolutely off on that guy. How dare they shove your husband and have the audacity to call him a freak? Galvantula, the usually fluffy sweetheart, joined you, hissing. Her various baby joltiks also start hissing as well, little sparks of electricity running up every one. 

The man starts trying to exclaim his case, that Emmet had just been standing in the middle of the road (He hadn’t) and that he should have been paying attention. And if he had a kid with him, so what? That wasn’t his problem! 

Emmet comes over to join you as you yell at the man some more, his face now quite terrifying actually. He looked over the man as your furiously ripped into the man’s lack of morality. Emmet played his “freakiness” the man had so put to the fullest., making himself taller as if he wasn’t already. The joltiks started to crawl up to them, now with fangs revealed. He was outnumbered, so the man bolts.

Emmet cooed, his smile turning sincere as you planted a kiss on your baby, doing your best to calm the child down. Galvantula comes over as well, her mandibles patting on Emmet’s leg. He feels so proud and happy to have such a wonderful spouse and partner with him. His eyes sparkle with happiness. 

“My love is so strong! So cool!” He says, despite the crying of his child. “I think we deserve a treat after this, allllll of us!” 

It was kind of attractive to see you so protective. But he would tell you, and show you his full appreciation later, when the baby was back in their cradle.

#submas x reader #tearequest #I think #pokemon #ingo x reader #emmet x reader

[monochromesubway]

No hoard? Such a shame. As a bug enthusiast I was hoping to perhaps trade one for a snom? Or perhaps a venipede, if unovan bugs are more your style.

🔻: A snom!? The little icy dumpling looking one! Oh I do so want one! Those evolve into Frosmoth, right? Please please take a joltik take a joltik take a joltik take a jolti-

🔺: Snom is from the Galar region, correct?

🔻: joltik take a joltik take a joltik take a joltik-

🔺: this is the longest I have ever heard him speak beyond a rant on cheaters on the subway…

#submas #subway bosses #subway boss emmet #subway boss ingo #subway boss kudari #subway boss nobori #pokemon #ask blog

[g-u-m-m-y-s-h-a-r-k]

thats just a fucked up guardian tf you mean "beamos"

#tbh i do like that guardians look like beamos a little bit hehe #that one joltik speaks #loz sksw #sksw #loz

[subwaytostardew]

Hello! I’ve been following this mod for a little while now and I want to say!! How absolutely impressed and blown away how amazing it is!! The story and world building is so much fun! And the sprites and the amount of effort you put in each animation is phenomenal! The pokemon look so good and I adore how you made emmet and Ingo’s walk cycles different, and just the! Writing and seer amount of programming done is just! Amazing! Super bravo! You two so clearly but so much thought into (1/?)

First off, I'd just like to say thank you for taking the time to type out all your messages! It really means a lot whenever we get feedback like this!

Kade is brilliant on the world-building aspect of things and coming up with ideas... She sent me a whole google doc with a draft of their schedules a day after I managed to get Emmet in game. Really helped give this project a sense of direction!

I wasn't too confident regarding writing and pixel art at first, but having her take charge with scripts really helped me stay on track towards a higher state. After so many events, I feel like we have a good idea as to how to write their characters. Making Emmet's sprite first did make Ingo's a bit of a pain to draw (since he does not walk like that) but I'm glad I committed to the bit from day one.

I've been staying up late (I get too excited working on the mod...), but I'm making sure to sleep in to account for that! It'll be a while until we get around to releasing platonic versions of their routes (don't get me wrong, it's first on our patch priority- especially since so many people following this are aromantic! We just still have a long way to go regarding the base mod.), but I'm glad what we have is still enjoyable for now. Emmet's part of Ingo's 10 heart event is still one of my favorite things I've written. It wasn't in the original draft and was only added in during the coding phase, but everything is constantly evolving!

As for Chandelure and Ingo, they can understand each other, just not in the way the farmer can understand Pokemon. We actually discussed the logistics and capabilties together but I don't believe we've ever published it in a post. The farmer understands Pokemon as if they were recieving instant translations to English from the noises they "speak". Farmer has a bit of telepathy in a sense because sometimes, they're just making noises, but they can read their thoughts in words. (When writing Joltik, I don't actually have any text in my head... it's just babbles of "bah" and "wawwawawawawa" in my head. Baby noises.) Farmer also has an absurd ability to eavesdrop, so they can just tell if a Pokemon is thinking/saying anything.

Ingo and Chandelure have their souls bonded, but Ingo can't quite decipher what Chandelure's chimes mean exactly in words. He reads her through a mix of tone, how her flames burn, charades, and any visions she transmits into his mind through active effort. In the tunnel, she's just transmitting what she wants to say into the farmer's mind. Ingo can't pick up on that. When Chandelure communicates with Ingo, she has to will his perception, and it's only in images. If Ingo had the image of hand-holding with his crush flashed into his mind, he would just get flustered and eventually assume it's his imagination running wild again. He does get caught up in his ideas, so Chandelure can easilly gaslight him into believing it's his own train of thought rather than her fault.

In that same line of thinking, Chandelure could convince him that he's super down bad for the farmer with enough suggestions since she kind of wants to win a bet with Grandpa saying that they'll get married in three years. Ingo feels haunted about having a crush for a reason.

▷ Station Steward Thylak

#mail car connecting line #Farmer's a freak #You don't see it in the mod because of wizard magic but Joltik is just vocal stimming the entire time #I was just going wwawawawawwawawawawa the whole time when filling out their dialogue #They also just don't know their words and objects well because they're a baby #So the farmer gets them struggling to spell translated in their mind

[onestepbackwards]

Ingo comes from basically modern day pokemerica and 100% him and Emmet would know UwU and probably talk it to baby Pokémon (I also believe they'd probably have PokéTumblr so they'd definitely come across UwU one way or another) If Emmet is constantly breeding Joltiks then talking to baby Pokémon in UwU is probably a reflex at this point and does it to Lady Sneaslers kits. He knows UwU language is supposed to be cutesy and knows exactly what that mod means.

ABSOLUTELY

Man 100% gets it, even if he doesn’t get it. He probably finds it hilarious

Especially if his loud, deep voice, is unapologetically speaking UwU speak, not even resisting.

#zed.talks #ask #anon #self aware au #self aware warden ingo #self aware ingo #warden ingo #pla

[imfluentinfangirlandgay]

Casting Pearls Before Time - Ch 2

A bit of a shorter chapter this time but its for worldbuilding purposes I prommy

Six months after suddenly reappearing, Ingo encounters someone he thinks he remembers. Only problem is, he can't remember anything before he returned to Unova, so it's hard to say

Words: ~1300

“So, who did you say she was again?” Elesa walked alongside the twins as they made their march back to their apartment, telling their adoptive sister everything that had happened the night prior. As soon as she had gotten off work, the twins had gone to collect her and bring her over. Pearl had opted not to leave, not just yet. Figuring there was nowhere for her to go, they had shrugged and Emmet had left some joltik in charge.

“She cannot remember her name, so we have taken to calling her Pearl. She does not speak Galarian either, however, I seem to be able to understand the language she speaks. It was the one I spoke upon my arrival here. I recall her dimly from my last terminal, but nothing else has come to mind yet.” Ingo opened the door to their apartment complex and they climbed up the stairs. 

“What language is it?” Elesa sipped on her iced coffee. How she was drinking that as the weather cooled, Emmet had no idea.

“We are unsure,” Emmet said. Elesa stopped for a moment, watching in silence as the younger twin unlocked the door. 

“You haven’t checked?” 

Both silver heads turned to her, even as Emmet turned the knob. “No?” Ingo asked. “How are we meant to? Neither of us is well-acquainted with all languages-”

“Oh my dragons, you two. Emmet, you’ve had the internet for years.” She sighed and crossed the threshold before the other two. “Leave it to me. Where is this guest of yours?” 

Ingo called out first, in that foreign language again. A soft voice came in reply. The bathroom door swung open and there stood Pearl, still wearing the same thing she’d had on last night when they’d found her. She cocked her head at Elesa and smiled, waving shyly. “Oh she’s a cutie,” Elesa gushed. “Like a little baby Happiny. How old is she? She looks so young, she’s adorable.”

“I will tell Skyla about this. She’d be so jealous,” Emmet teased. 

Elesa stuck her tongue out at him. “Not in that way, nerd. Besides, I never get attached like that before confirming their age is close to mine. Does she know who I am in regards to you two?” 

Ingo began to speak to Pearl in rapid-fire sentences, gesturing to Elesa. She nodded and made some noise of understanding. “She does now. I have informed her that you are our sister.”

“Basically, yeah.” She pulled up an app on her phone. Emmet peeked over her shoulder. 

“What’s that?” he asked her. 

“Here.” She tapped the button in the middle. She looked up at the girl and smiled, opening and closing her hand a few times to imitate a mouth and then pointing to the phone. She held the device out to the girl, who looked at it like it might explode. 

She spoke into it, a quick phrase that sounded like a question. The app loaded for a second, before it spit out words in an understandable language to Emmet. 

“[WHAT IS DEVICE?]” the phone blared in a vaguely feminine voice. 

Elesa read the screen. Her eyes narrowed. “It seems she’s speaking some form of Sinnohan, though the app is having trouble being able to tell which one. It might need to be updated.”

“Can you ask her? Maybe she could tell you.” Emmet asked enthusiastically. 

“If she can’t remember her name, how is she supposed to remember what form of Sinnohan she’s speaking?” Ingo pointed out. 

Emmet shrugged. “Never know until you try. Maybe just ask where she’s from? Or how old is she?”  Elesa tapped on the microphone icon and spoke into the phone, asking the question in Galarian. 

The phone responded in Sinnohan. Pearl looked at the device funny as she answered slowly. 

[I KNOW DO NOT. I HAVE NINETEEN YEAR OLD.]

“It seems to be having trouble with her dialect,” Ingo said. “I can understand what she’s saying perfectly, her version is the one I understand better.”

“Then you must be from wherever she’s from. Hmm…” Elesa fiddled with her phone before shutting it off. “It seems like that isn’t working well…” She paced around, mulling it over in her head. Emmet could practically see the gears turning in her brain. 

“Is there anything else we can try?” Ingo asked. “I could translate for now. I feel that the device is rather undignified and it dumbs down her method of speech. And it cannot have a proper conversation.” He swiped at his own Xtrans. “And it appears to be getting to about lunchtime. Perhaps we can postpone this discussion for now.”

It was not hard to convince the others as they began to come up with ideas for food. 

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Pearl looked up at the buildings around her with the same wonder as Ingo had when he’d first reappeared in Nimbasa - as though she’d never seen them before. Tall skyscrapers and apartment complexes rising from each street corner, extending into the sky like multicolored fingers gripping for the clouds. There were a few times they had to call out to her to keep up with them. 

And the pokemon. Everytime she looked away from the buildings long enough, she was shocked by the pokemon. Emmet did not need to talk to her to recognize that she was simultaneously fascinated and frightened by the creatures. Whether a Lillipup or a Zweilous, she gave all pokemon a wide berth and did her best to tag close to the group. 

“So now that we’ve eaten something, what’s the plan?” Elesa shut the door behind them and took off her scarf, hanging it on a hook. Emmet and Ingo hung their hats on their respective hooks and shrugged. 

“No idea,” Emmet said. Ingo didn’t offer anything, either. 

“Well, I’ve been thinking,” Elesa started as she sat down on the couch, “I don’t know of any linguists nearby, but I do know someone from Sinnoh. Clay’s family immigrated to Unova from there and he knows some family stuff and speaks some of the language. I can see if maybe he’d know something about her or the Sinnoh language. In the meantime, she can stay here and maybe learn some Galarian. Or we can learn some of that other language. I’d just like to be able to talk to Pearl.” 

The mentioned girl was currently sitting at the table, staring out the window. Elesa had lent her some clothes, as with autumn coming, her normal clothes would not be warm enough. Funny enough, when Ingo had asked Pearl if she’d like something warmer, she’d said she was already balming as it was, but had still taken the clothes so that she could fit in a little better with the crowd. 

"That seems as good a place to start as any," Ingo mused. "I wonder, however… I was found in Sinnoh. Pearl speaks some form of Sinnohan. But I distinctly remember being in Hisui…" He rubbed his chin. "Seeing her, I can almost remember other things, they are just barely out of reach. I remember… a pokemon, with purple fur, that stood like a human. Long claws. And I remember white. Lots of white…" 

"Do not strain yourself," Emmet tutted. "You will give yourself a migraine." 

"Yes, yes…" Ingo seemed a thousand miles away. 

"I can get an audience with Clay tomorrow," Elesa said. "In the meantime, I'd say let's try to learn some words of Pearl's language. Ingo can teach us." 

"Would it not make sense for her to learn Galarian?"

"Yeah," Elesa admitted, "but it feels… wrong to force that on her, you know? She's already lost and alone. Why take the last thing she has from her?" Emmet sensed there was something else to it. He glanced at Ingo, still lost in thought. He gestured to his brother and raised an eyebrow. Elesa nodded, not meeting his eyes. 

Emmet nodded. That made sense.

[First] - [Next]

#submas #subway boss ingo #subway bosses #my writing #ingo #pokemon #pokemon legends #pokemon legends ingo #pokemon legends arceus #pla #clan leader irida #pokemon irida #subway boss emmet

[spidops-woman]

//off screen

[Joltik walks into the plaza, an umbreon at their side. All they can hear is the lack of noise. The keep one hand on their webshooter, placing a small backpack down on the ground, before spinning in a small circle, electricity ran through the plaza, highlighting the scructure, but Dops was out of sight, for now. Mint let out a low growl, doing nothing for their nerves. They want to announce themselves, but remain silent, they haven't been able to speak out loud... for a while. Instead they clap, attempting to draw its her attention]

@joltik-guy

[From the waterways underneath Mesagoza, that thing possessing Spidops gets a feel for where everything and everyone is. Every footstep, every growl, every...

A sewer lid gets kicked open, and a net of webs go flying at Joltik's feet before the attacker ducks back underground.]

#the ultra costume arc #pokeblogging #pkmn irl #irl pkmn #pokemon irl #rotomblr #pokemon rp #pokemon #pokemon roleplay #pkmn rp #off screen post

[leggerefiore]

Tricks

cw: a bit of angst, absurd situation, a bit of a joke,

pairing: Ingo/Reader

You would say Ingo was behaving strangely.

He had asked you to suddenly come visit him at the station. At first, you wondered if he simply wished for your company during his lunch break, but it felt odd. It was not a rare thing, especially, but he just sounded different when he made the request. You felt certain that it was not a common thing for him to ask for “your company during his luncheon.” Ingo could fall into formal words, yes, but it almost felt like it was someone trying to imitate how he spoke rather than him naturally speaking. Still, you came. Emmet was busy with battles, so it was just you and the older twin in the office.

Ingo sat at his desk with his hands pressed together. Scribbled on paper laid in front of him and your lunch that you had packed for him unopened in his lap. His Chandelure floated behind him curiously, her yellow eyes locked on to you. She often struggled to accept you, clearly not happy having to share Ingo with another person. The ghost-type did seem a bit calm today, so you felt more at ease than you probably should have. There was a high chance she may start floating you, after all. Taking a seat on the office couch, you watched as Ingo's silver eyes looked deeply into you. It almost felt a bit judgmental, but you knew better. He was likely just a bit stressed.

He cleared his throat and straightened his posture. With careful strides, he approached you. Everything about his movements just screamed awkward, like he was walking that a foot that had gone to sleep. Once he stood before you, his gaze turned to a glare. “I… I want to end our relationship,” he said with a harsh voice. You nearly jumped out of your skin at his words. What? When? It felt completely far from the mood he had left you with this morning. His arms had been around your waist as he nuzzled his face into your nape and thanked you for always being so patient with him. A few light kisses had been pecked on your cheek before he pulled away and declared his love for you.

“Ingo,” you returned his gaze with your own stern one, “I do not appreciate jokes like that, you know.” He only shook his head and closed his eyes. Grabbing onto the brim of his hat, he moved to open his mouth again when his Chandelure suddenly cried out. She rushed over with clunky movements, knocking things over in her wake. More loud sounds came from her as she stood defensively in front of you. You felt even more out of it. This pokemon, who seemingly wanted you gone more than anything, took offence to Ingo's actions. What was next? Emmet declaring his plans to stop breeding Joltiks? You stood up. “Ingo?” you questioned him.

He suddenly made a sound quite like his Chandelure did when she was upset and stomped his foot while pointing at the pokemon. “I-I just want you to be happy,” he whined, “How do you know they won't leave you like all the others have?” Chandelure let out a long cry and turned around to bury her globe into you. Her flames flickered around your skin, letting you feel the ghastly heat with ease. You smiled at her, but your concern for Ingo remained. He was acting quite strangely.

Then a voice spoke in your head. “Dearest, I seemed to have switched bodies with Chandelure,” a voice not unlike Ingo's own spoke in your head, “... I do understand this must be confusing, but Chandelure is who is saying those cruel things.” You looked into the eyes of the pokemon. It felt impossible.

“... Chandelure, stop that,” you turned to Ingo's body, “You doing this is upsetting your trainer.” The eyes on the older twin's body shot wide as he shook his head again.

“... I'm serious,” he continued, “She is only acting upset because she wants attention. She's messing with you.” You genuinely felt lost. That would not be unlike the pokemon, but Ingo's behaviours made little sense, too. An idea suddenly popped into your head. A quick text to Emmet requesting assistance should completely solve this situation. After sending it, you sat back down. Chandelure moved to float beside you, much to the ire of the man across from you both. “What are you doing now?”

“Emmet's on his way back from the Super Double Line,” you told him, “I want him to check in on you to make sure you are alright first.” The twin swallowed. His hands firmly pressed on his hips as he glared at you. You just crossed your arms and shrugged. Then, you moved to pet the ghost-type beside you. Soft trills came from her as you pet her delicately. Ingo turned away from you. An awkward silence settled into the room.

Then, the sound of approaching footsteps echoed. The door flew open to reveal Emmet not long after. He took one look at Ingo and squinted at him. Ingo stiffened under his intense look. The younger twin approached the older and gave him a careful look-over. The discomfort of Ingo was apparent.

“Nope,” Emmet said with confidence, “Not my brother.” His head turned to you and Chandelure. “Mmm… Chandelure,” Emmet took a step towards the pokemon , “I'm going to invite my partner onto my train line, okay?” The speed in which the ghost left your side and stood opposed to the twin could not be understated. Their harsh cries and calls were much like the ones that would normally come from Ingo when Emmet mentioned that normally. A giggle came from the younger twin. “This is certainly a predicament,” he sighed, “Chandelure! Verrry bad.” He turned to scold the ghost pokemon currently stuck in his brother's body. Ingo, stuck in the Chandelure's own, turned back to you.

Once again, he nuzzled into you. You felt much calmer with Emmet's confirmation that it was just Ingo's pokemon being cruel. It meant you still needed to work on befriending her, yes, but more over, you felt concerned about her and Ingo's state. Each of them probably were not enjoying being swapped as they were. You pressed a soft kiss to the glass-like flesh of the pokemon and sighed. Surely, there was someone that could fix them.

After the kiss, Chandelure and Ingo lit up with an odd light. With one blink, it was gone, however. You stood stunned as the pokemon ripped herself from your arms and let out an annoyed shriek. Ingo stood stiffly, moving his hands. Then, his head turned past his brother with a sigh.

“Ah… So, that fixed it, I suppose,” Ingo's voice was back to its normal inflection, “Chandelure. You're not getting of your favourite poffins for a week.” The pokemon made a hissing noise in horror.

You burst into laughter at the absurdity of this all.

#ingo x reader #ingo/reader #pokemon ingo x reader #pokemon x reader

[bellafragolina]

:3 telling you how much I love reading each an every one of your hcs AND asking for a request... a while back u wrote up imagines for the train bros (+ warden variant) with a pregnant s/o & how they'd be during the birth. this may sound absurdly specific, but I've had this in my head since I read it! can I ask for the same thing... except this time, something is preventing them from bringing their s/o to the hospital (or medic), and they end up having to deliver the baby/ies themselves?

what a lovely thing to follow up that angsty thing i posted earlier about the twins and babies <3

WARNING: descriptions of birth, some blood mentioned, fresh babies be nasty

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Ingo:

Ingo is in love with your stomach. Along with you, your tummy gets good morning kisses, goodnight kisses, goodbye kisses before work, and welcome home kisses once he's returned. You'd accuse him of loving the child you're carrying more than he loves you if he didn't always look up at you after each kiss, eyes sparkling up at you like you created the universe just for him. To him, you did.

Christmas is closing in, and Ingo dances tiny toys and little socks across your stomach, whispering to the baby about all that it'll receive once its born. You both opted out of knowing the gender, so the toys are a mix of pink and blue, of soft yellows and whites and blacks. It's as Ingo's running a small toy train over your tummy, making the noises for your child to be adapted to, when the first contraction rips through you

Ingo freezes as you bow forward and cry out, eyes flickering between you and the heavy snow outside. There's no chance of you getting to a hospital in this, but Ingo calls anyway, panicked and yelling on your behalf. You feel more calm somehow, seeing him panic. You follow the directions of the frazzled nurse on the phone, and sit in the bathroom with some towels and water and such. Ingo is trembling as he kneels before you, the nurse on speaker on the sink counter.

With lots of blood and loud (scared) encouragement from your husband, you manage to push out a baby. You nearly collapse from the pain, but you manage to stay up. And it's a good thing you did, for Ingo's face as he cradles the screaming, squirming body of his son is worth every moment. He's in awe, carefully wiping away the blood and nastiness from his son's face. And when silver eyes blink up at him, he cries.

As your son feeds, Ingo hugs you and cries happily. He babbles about the beautiful son he has to the relieved nurse, following her clean up instructions happily, with only a "few" breaks to kiss on you and your new son. Once clean, he carries you both to the bedroom, letting out the Pokémon in one-by-one to meet the new member of the family.

Emmet:

Emmet has this baby thing down pact. He's bred so many Joltiks with Galvantula that he knows everything there is to know already. Or, he thinks he does, then you get pregnant and start showing symptoms, and he suddenly remembers your not a spider. He's surprisingly quiet in his awe and interest of your changing body and the life growing inside of you. He presses his hands to your stomach, followed by his head, and just feels your heartbeat around the squirming body inside you

He prays for twins, for two babies to be inside you. You're so big, and so soon into your pregnancy. He's growing excited, and when ultrasounds confirm you're having twins, he celebrates for a week, a month, for as long as he can. Knowing there are two babies kickstarts his need and want to speak to the babies in your belly, and he does so every night before bed.

Everywhere you go, there's a hand on your stomach. Emmet is proud, and he always wants to be feeling you and your children, to be aware that they're there as well as you. His clinginess is up up up, and he grows weepy just leaving you to go to work in the morning. He practically sprints home every day just to fall to his knees and kiss his way up from your stomach to your lips. You've started to bring a pillow to kick under his knees with how often he does it

It's one day, when he arrives home, that he finds you're not there to great him. No, you're screaming for him from the bathroom. Emmet knocks the door of its hinges, gasping as he finds you in the bath, soaking wet and crowning. You cry for him, and Emmet doesn't think twice before joining you in the bath. You're Pokémon fetches him towels and water while he struggles to coach you through pushing and breathing. His hands are shaking as you push the first baby, a small little girl, into his palms.

Emmet holds the first baby as you birth the second, both small enough to be handled with one hand. Emmet holds the twins, uncaring of how gross and bloody his shirt is growing. He's speechless, wordlessly depositing the babes into your tired arms as they start to cry and fuss for milk he doesn't have. He watches you feed the babies, and decides in that moment that this is the best day of his life

Warden Ingo:

You're farther along in your pregnancy that you or Ingo realizes. As enamored as he is with your swollen stomach, rubbing it and whispering to it every night, neither of you clock that you're actually pretty big for being only six or seven months. And this all comes to head when you're awoken in the middle of the night by wetness down your legs and incredible pain in your abdomen

Ingo snaps awake at your first cry, and he moves on instinct. You're lowered onto blankets and pillows, as Ingo shouts for his Pokémon to guard the house and go fetch a midwife for you. But the contractions only grow stronger, and there shorter apart. By the time Ingo has finished ordering his team, you're screaming, and crowning

Ingo doesn't know what to do. He frantically tries to recall what Calaba taught him about pregnancies, and tells you to push when you contract. Your screams of pain make his whole body ache and alight like he was struck by lightning. He's in need to do something, to comfort and help you, but all he can do is hold his hands out to accept the child you push out

There's no time to marvel the small boy he cradles in his palms. The babe squirms and cries, but you're still screaming, so Ingo quickly wraps the babe, marveling as another baby comes. Another boy, twins! But Ingo's delirious delight doesn't last, for once again you're pushing, and out comes a final child. And it's a girl.

Ingo bawls openly, carefully passing the children to you after you're settled into a more comfortable position. He does he best to clean you and the babies up, but he's crying so hard that he gives up halfway and just lies beside you. Calaba and others arrive to find him curled around his family, one of the widest smiles they've ever seen lighting up his face

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okay i started it and got super into it so yeah sorry about all the baby birthing stuff

but i hope you enjoyed! have a great day!

~Renee

#warden ingo x reader #ingo x reader #emmet x reader #submas x reader #pokemon imagines #pokemon x reader