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leggerefiore · 2 years

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do you have any hcs for ingo or emmet’s crush playing/getting along well with their pokémon? i want to give excadrill brushies sooooo bad. and help groom archeops. ingo and emmet have a team full of little guys and i think they deserve so many treats

▲Ingo▼

● His pokemon knew how Ingo felt about. They were no fools and understood how to observe their trainer's feelings. Chandelure noticing the fastest, having been at his side since he was a child. The luring pokemon watched as his cheeks grew red and his phrases rambling around you. You had truly captured his heart. They knew there was nothing that they could do to force his hand, but they certainly wanted to get a head start on a relationship with you, at least.

● Chandelure allows you to pet her and sings pretty songs for you. She even tries to hypnotise you to confess your feelings to Ingo, but you manage to resist her attempts. You enjoy the feeling of her warmed, ethereal glass to your skin as she lets out a beautiful melody. Even her flames don't burn you realise. You coo at her about how Ingo resembles her. The ghost type becomes a bit flustered.

● Excadrill makes happy grunts as you brush his hair. He believes you'll make a great mate for his owner if you can do this for him. You help get the dust and debris from his fur and make him feel much lighter. He demands to sit in your lap and whines if he can't. Ingo fails to locate his Excadrill and finds the pokemon sitting with you while you wait for a train. His heart rushes as the sight.

● Crustle chirps after you and follows you through the station. The bug type demands your attention and attempts to block your path if he doesn't get it. Begging eyes stare up at you until you give him a pet. Then you're followed even more because you've fallen for his trap. Now you have to give him MORE attention.

● Garbodor nervously follows you around with a light cry. They're very aware that they aren't the most pleasant sight, but they know that you make Ingo happy. The trash heap pokemon is trying to become your friend. Ingo always told them they were a cute thing, so maybe you'll feel the same. Eventually, you sneak a few berries to them, which makes them content. They dance happily before stomping off back to Ingo.

● Haxorus lets out a cry and follows you closely through the station. Now, as Ingo liked you, you were a member of their territory. Their job was to protect you and see you safely to your destination, as Ingo would. No one dares get too close to you, with the dragon type keeping a close eye on you. You thank them with a few berries and a pet. A loud cry come from them as they press up into your touch. It's a bit nerve wracking.

● Klinklang just wonders what love is, standing beside Emmet's Klinklang. They both know that you make Ingo happy, but are unsure of what to do to get you with him. You are forced to listen to harsh metal sounds as they hang around, unmoving. This torture makes you grab Ingo, so they think they're on the right path.

▽Emmet△

○ Emmet's pokemon watched as their trainer followed you around and asked you to do things with him constantly. He was attached at the hip to you. When your attention left him, the twin worked to bring it back to himself, as he desperately wanted to be on your mind. Eelektross knew that her owner was down bad, while Galvantula tried to help in her own weird way. Emmet smiled at his pokemon's attempts.

○ Eelektross is constantly near you and watching. It feels quite a bit like Emmet, especially with how she rubs up against you until you pet her. The cool, slimy feel to your flesh is a bit strange, but something you grow used to quickly. She chirps at you and even chases off anyone the tries to flirt with you. It's nice, you admit. You just wish she wouldn't attempt to eat your food in your hands. She decides you're worthy of Emmet.

○ Galvantula scuttles around you and clings to your midsection regularly. People watch as the Subway Boss's pokemon clings to you and clicks at you. Emmet often finds her attached to you and laughs about it. The electric spider can't get enough of your attention. You are a wonderful match for her dad, and she will not stop even after you're dating him.

○ Durant snaps at you before suddenly taking your pant leg into their mandibles and dragging you to Emmet. He stares at you with a kind smile while asking what's wrong. You alert him his ant is harassing you, which makes Durant hiss at you. They then refuse to let you leave until you talk to Emmet, and he stops feeling lonely. The steel type had grown annoyed by his whining and zoning out.

○ Archeops coos and caws at you, flying after you and charging at you on his feet. If he's running on his feet, you should dodge. He will tackle you. The bird sings for you while letting you pet him. He quite adores when you help him groom his soft feathers and then scratch under his chin… Wait… Wasn't he supposed to be doing something? Archeops doesn't remember. You giggle as the bird leans into your touch. He's happy like this. Emmet smiles as you handle his pokemon with ease. He'd tell you about his feelings later.

○ Haxorus does for you the same thing they do for Ingo's partner. Except, you're surrounded at every angle. Galvantula to your left, Eelektross to your right, Archeops in front of you and Haxorus behind. You're fairly certain you are the safest person in the station. Once again, you're doted in affection by Haxorus who enjoys a few berries from you as well.

○ Klinklang grinds their gears near you while you wait for a train. You already checked on them next to you to make sure they're alright, which they are. It slowly becomes worse and worse until you have to call Emmet. Emmet is excited by the new opportunity granted him and gets ready to confess. You awkwardly pat the gears while you wait for the twin.

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

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jiracheer · 2 years

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From the prompt list, can I get an Ingo x Reader with prompt 20, I could see Ingo waking up too earlier and see Reader doing something instead of sleeping (it's up to you on what's Reader was doing)

authors note: u sure can honeybee!! hopefully, this is a-okay!! there might be,,, a few mistakes,,, bc I am writing this at 3AM help I'm matching the prompt JSNG

prompt: “It’s three in the morning…”

tags: gender-neutral reader and this is a bit silly <3

Ingo was usually a heavy sleeper. Note, usually. So when the heavy clatter of pots and pans met his ears one fateful night, the poor conductor had no choice but to get out of bed to figure out what was going on.

As he began his journey downstairs, he figured it would not hurt to start thinking about what was happening below.

His first thought was his Crustle. The bug type did have a bad habit of going into the cupboard to play with the Exadrill when it was a Drillbur. Often he, or his beloved partner, had to reach in to grab both Pokemon to keep things within the cupboard pristine. Those were fond memories, ones he held close to his heart. And yet he cannot help but remember the damage done inside the cupboard and to his appliances.

But Crustle had lost its interest in the cuddy some time ago, a few months after it evolved.

So maybe it was Haxorous? The dragon-type was always known to go into the kitchen late at night to see if it could sneak a quick bite to eat.

Chandelure was out of the picture. Ingo was looking right at it as he walked down the hall towards the staircase.

Excadrill couldn't have caused all that noise, as it decided to sleep outside in the garden where it felt more at home underground. His Durant and Klinklang always slept in the tub for some odd reason- Ah, never mind that. He had to get down to the bottom of all this ruckus!

As his feet met the plush carpet of the stairs, he began to wonder if it was Emmet. He did have the bad habit of making too much noise, awake or asleep. So he was already preparing a scolding for his younger brother. Surely Emmet would understand that he shouldn’t be making so much noise! What would their neighbors think? Or his beloved Y/N-

“Hi, honey.”

Ingo had to rub his eyes and blink twice in order to take in the sight before him. There you sat, clad only in the oversized shirt he had gifted you when you first started dating in college, and around you where most of his Pokemon.

Crustle sat comfortably next to you, chowing down an Occa berry.

Haxorus laid behind you, half-conscious eating its Yache berry, with Exadril covered head to toe in dirt next to Haxorus. Sat in its pile of soil kicking its feet while it ate whatever was in its claws.

“Y/N,” Ingo took in the deepest breath he could muster in an attempt to collect his patience before looking over at the oven's clock. “Y/N. It is three in the morning...”

“Yeah, I know.”

“Then why are you awake?”

With a shrug you leaned back against Haxorus, throwing a foot over the other to take on a much more lazy posture. You scratched at Crustle’s rock shell before giving him an explanation. “I was hungry, and so were your Pokemon. So we got ourselves a bit of a snack before hitting the hay.”

Your explanation was easy and straight to the point, just how Ingo liked it. You knew that. You watched as his tired expression grew confused for a moment before softening. “Then what was all of that noise, dearest?” He at least needed an explanation for that.

He looked around and didn’t see any of their pristine iron pans anywhere, so he wondered if maybe they cleaned up before he reached the kitchen. However, you glanced at your boyfriend’s Pokemon and they nervously glanced back. Sharing your same energy.

Everyone collectively refused to make eye contact and continued to eat in silence.

“Y/N. What was that noise?” Ingo repeating himself made your ass cheeks clench, so with an awkward swallow, you cleared your throat. “Durant got in the cupboards because it saw Crustle trying to get in there, and now we don’t know where it is.” You admitted rather bashfully, finally looking up to make eye contact with Ingo who now looked at his wit's end.

“I-I promise we’re looking for it! Klinklang is scanning the perimeter and we’ll have it back before morning-”

“I’m going back to bed, love. Goodnight. And goodnight to you all as well.” The Subway master offered a loving pat to each one of his Pokemon’s heads before leaning down to give you a sweet kiss. And as much as you wanted to enjoy it, you paused when Ingo looked down at you with his hand settled behind your neck.

“If any of our pots or pans are chewed or destroyed by Durant… You’re buying us a new set.” And with that Ingo went straight to bed while you and your boyfriend’s team frantically searched the cupboard for the steel ant Pokemon. Hoping and praying it wasn't craving any aluminum or stainless steel.

#. 🥣 fics #pokemon x reader #pokemon ingo x reader #subway master ingo x reader #submas ingo x reader #ingo x reader

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ihaveatheoryonthat · 2 years

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It’s 👏 Worm 👏 Time 👏 Again

I’ve been struggling with writer’s block for the last little while, and in the middle of it, @blaiddsumu happened to post this comic. Funny enough, it actually shared a point in common with the other plot hook I’d considered following in this AU. Sometimes, the stars just align like that.

I won’t say it’s anything terribly fancy, but if you’re down for some more worm silliness, welcome aboard.

---

It had been two weeks since their game of hide and seek ended, and Emmet was beginning to worry.

Not that there was any shortage of worrying factors to this whole… situation, but for right now, he was fixated on one factor in particular: Frightrail-- his brother-- wouldn’t eat.

He’d tried half a dozen different approaches, from preparing an extra portion of whatever he made, trying vegetarian recipes, to outright offering to get old favorite foods and, when that initially failed, turning his back just in case that was the hangup. Nothing worked. It would be incredibly insensitive to treat Ingo like a Pokemon, so he didn’t-- but if he happened to leave an extra few berries or a pokepuff where only a hovering worm might access them, that was quite the coincidence.

He had neglected to consider that Eelektross was perfectly capable of inserting himself into those criteria, and found the eel stuck not three hours into this experiment, unable to retract its limbs the way certain cryptic Pokemon could. Once his starter was un-wedged and pouting beneath the kitchen table, he’d been able to ascertain that nothing had actually been pilfered, and left the small bounty in order to see what might happen.

‘What happened’ was that, ten minutes later, Eelektross’s sorry whimpering died down-- due, primarily, to the fact that he was inhaling a hondew berry. Coincidentally, that had been one of the fruits he’d been going after in the first place. Funny, that.

Next to him, half-folded over the back of a chair with his head pillowed on two spectral arms, was Ingo, looking remarkably smug for someone whose features couldn’t emote. His eyes flickered over the instant Emmet drew even with the doorway, and he didn’t even bother trying to hide his snickering.

Emmet pinched the bridge of his nose, “Perhaps I should have seen that coming. Why wouldn’t you spoil the Pokemon if given the opportunity?”

He allowed himself another second’s worth of exasperation, sighing before crossing the room and craning up to retrieve the un-gifted snacks. Immediately, he was made aware of a presence behind him, but didn’t think anything of it until a substantially smaller Frightrail darted up, past his hands, and scooped the treats away. For half a second, he was reminded intensely of the tunnels, and how poorly every attempt at catching up to Ingo had gone.

Emmet spent the other half second considering that there was only one reason his twin might be making off with the snacks, if he had no intention of eating them. Even though he knew how this went, historically, he took off, chasing after the tail that disappeared around the corner.

There was a flutter of movement as Chandelure hastily vacated the premises, phasing through the wall to get out of his path. In the moment, it made sense. In about sixty seconds, however, he’d rethink that. For now, he was too busy grasping at the miniaturized body that kept thrashing just out of reach.

Ahead of him, there was a pleased whistle as Ingo caught sight of Galvantula and dived beneath the safe harbor of her body. As Emmet closed the gap between them, his brother nudged the pilfered cheri, tantalizing, under her pedipalps and coiled around the remaining berry. She blinked at her human with all six eyes, ran her fuzzy limbs over the offering, and then settled in, protecting his traitor of a sibling like a Togekiss brooding over its nest.

“I am beginning to think I may be outnumbered.” Emmet said flatly, trying to tamp down on any amusement that might come across in his expression.

Galvantula, mouth full, made a thick clicking sound. It almost drowned out the muted chuffing beneath her, and the lone human in the room had to bite back a groan as Crustle started scuttling nearer.

“No.” He said, placing a hand on its stone shell in an attempt to still it, “We are not playing this game any more. Everyone has already received a berry. It would be verrry unfair for some pokemon to get seconds while others do not.”

There was a thoughtful silence, and then a louder, more declarative kssshhhh. Across the room, Durant tilted its head and Garbodor clapped her hands together.

Emmet wasn’t one to oppose a union, but he got the distinct feeling they were working to undermine him.

A blunt, purple snout poked out from Galvantula’s underbelly, pushing the remaining oran berry within reach of Crustle’s pincers. As if to distract him from the blatant display of rebellion-- or perhaps just prevent him from confiscating the berry in time-- Ingo emerged from his hiding place, shaking himself back to normal size, and coiled around Emmet’s shoulders. When he crowded his muzzle in, Emmet pushed him away, exasperated.

“I do not want to hear it from you.”

Ingo hissed a low noise, exaggeratedly pitiful, and let his head flop down. Emmet tried not to let his expression break, unwilling to cede the moral high ground for that.

The sound did, however, garner a reaction.

Just as quickly as she’d fled the scene, Chandelure popped back through the wall, floating around her ex-human’s face and tapping worriedly with one wrought iron limb. Startled by the fuss, Ingo lost his grip on Emmet; though his sounds were as incomprehensible as ever, the tone made it clear he was trying to allay her concerns.

It wasn’t terribly surprising-- she’d been hovering over him this entire time, in both senses of the word. Honestly, Emmet was more puzzled by the fact that she hadn’t gotten in on the act sooner, eager to play along. He would have expected her to put herself into his path, a gleeful ghostly roadblock giving Ingo a few more seconds to dole out treats.

Then Emmet caught sight of the half-devoured pokepuff in her grasp, and it made more sense.

He was so busy trying to dismantle whatever snack distribution system his brother had established that he completely forgot why he’d had them out in the first place.

---

After a few days, Emmet decided ‘to hell with it’ and addressed the matter directly. He’d tried subtlety for Ingo’s sake, but when it came down to it, this was also for his brother’s well being.

The ghost had taken to looping around his neck, riding wherever Emmet conducted them without complaint, dozing all the while. Lethargy was a sign of malnutrition in nearly every species Emmet could list, and he couldn’t bear the thought that Ingo might be unwell so soon after they’d found one another again. Swords of Justice, it had been three weeks without so much as a nip at a berry; there had to be something wrong. Emmet just needed to understand what the problem was, and then he would fix it.

Gingerly, he gathered up the metal body basking against the warmth of his skin, and ran a pointer finger over the miniaturized head. Ingo blinked his way into an eventual awareness and let out a sleepy huff of greeting, body rearing back so as to look up at Emmet. The drowsy contentedness dimmed as he processed the look on his twin’s face.

“I need you to explain what’s wrong.” Emmet said, voice soft, but with a blunt edge, “It will be difficult with the language barrier. But I need to understand.”

Ingo tilted his head, eyes narrowed into tiny, puzzled slits, but nodded for him to go on.

“You refuse to eat. Why?”

His brother looked away, and it was enough to tell Emmet that he was uncomfortable with the line of questioning, but, unfortunately, he couldn’t let this slide.

“You are not herbivorous. Despite your teeth, you do not seem to be a carnivore. Do your dietary requirements align with any other Pokemon’s?”

Slowly, Ingo inclined his head, still looking determinedly away. His irises ticked up as Chandelure chimed somewhere nearby.

Emmet took a breath, ready to try listing feasible options, but was stopped when his passenger disembarked; silently cutting through the air, Ingo led the way to the living room and idled for just a moment next to the TV, at which point he manifested his foremost set of arms and plucked a Joltik out from behind it. The bug squirmed, whining ineffectually, and he released it in short order, but promptly looked to Emmet, gauging whether or not he was following.

He… supposed he understood the point, thus far. Joltik didn’t subsist entirely on electricity, though; their stolen snacks fueled their firepower, but their bodies still required a proper diet.

As if to counter this point, specifically, Ingo reached up to knock lightly on the plating just behind his steam vents. There was a comically high clanking sound and, with a frustrated huff, he shook himself back to his standard size before demonstrating again. The tinny clunk clunk wasn’t exactly news, but Emmet suspected it was only half of the point-- the other half being the hollowness of the tone.

“You… do not have the ability to process such foods?” He hazarded, to an emphatic nod, “So you consume electricity like the Joltik? Did you frequent the subway lines in order to feed from the third rail?”

There was a telling hesitation, and Ingo bobbed his head-- neither a yes nor a no-- but there was no further pantomime inbound. Whatever the full track may have entailed, he seemed content to stall where they were.

Emmet frowned, dissatisfied, but decided he would accept it for now. It meant he didn’t have to preoccupy himself trying to coax his twin into eating like a rehabilitated wild pokemon.

“Regardless of the specifics, I ask that you refuel verrrry soon. Your lack of energy does not mean anything good.”

Ingo spent a long few seconds watching him, searching his expression, and eventually punctuated the conversation with a single, concise nod.

For something as ostensibly harmless as siphoning off a static charge, he certainly didn’t look happy about it.

---

“You seemed verrrry low energy today.” Emmet said one say after work, months later, “I would ask that you recharge soon.”

Ingo gave a low whistle into the collar of his coat, slightly deafening at current size, and with an audible reluctance, conceded. “I will when I’m able; it may… take some time, however.”

They’d had this conversation over and over, both with and without words, and-- though Ingo had never stated things plainly-- they were more or less on the same page. Possibly even the same paragraph.

The first time he’d seemed noticeably sluggish, he’d sidled up alongside Chandelure and whistled something humans couldn’t comprehend. Chandelure had understood, though, and lit up at whatever he’d said-- not a happy glow, per se, but intrigued, invested. Emmet hadn’t given it too much thought at the time, save the mental note that they were conspiring again, but their absence later in the day had been conspicuous. So, too, had been the dramatic shift in vigor upon their return.

That little fact alone spoke entire volumes.

Emmet should have known; he’d been helping care for Litwick, then Lampent, then Chandelure for the greater portion of his life. Their reputation wasn’t for nothing. The vast majority of ghosts, in fact, subsisted on a non-corporeal diet-- he just hadn’t ever thought to apply the logic to Ingo, too.

His brother was just so solid. Not like the wobbly form of the fear-grazing Misdreavus or liquid mirage of Jellicent-- but, again, Emmet had a similarly solid example, and had been naive to dismiss the thought. Chandelure was composed of glass and iron around the soul-consuming flame; Cofagrigus consumed precious ores to add to their forms, when they weren’t busy sucking the life out of a person trapped within.

Tangible ghosts were no foreign concept to Unova, and sliding steel plates weren’t so far from wrought iron or sculpted gold.

Emmet understood, and so he’d stopped pushing for answers. It was clear that Ingo didn’t exactly relish the circumstance, even if he’d had centuries to cope with his form’s needs; he knew how to conduct the active cars, and so long as he got what he needed by the end of the commute, that was usually enough.

Today, however, it wasn’t. Ingo hadn’t just been ‘low energy’, he’d been utterly limp around Emmet’s neck for a good portion of the work day. Emmet’s concern from months prior reared right back up: he needed to know how to help. Not just so he could assist before things got to this point again, but also so he knew how to act in case of an emergency.

“Is it fear or life force?” He asked without preamble, startling his brother into a more wakeful state.

“...vital force.” Ingo said reluctantly, “By technicality, it’s electricity.”

For a second, Emmet didn’t follow the justification, and then realized, oh, the Joltik. Whatever. He didn’t care right now, save to acknowledge the fact that of course his twin had been playing semantics, even without words.

“In what quantities?” He attempted to make it sound casual-- or at least to convey that it was a practical question and not accusation-- but vocal range had never been his strong suit, and Ingo still flinched.

The response was an immediate, “Non-fatal.”

“Good to know. I still need to understand what you require.”

A chuffing sigh sounded, far louder than it had any right to be, but it was mostly because Ingo was still angled to rest his head in the crook of Emmet’s neck. A slightly-larger-than-usual-- if sparse-- cloud of violet steam dissipated as it sounded.

“I’m able to… skim any quantity I need. It’s simple logic: the less I take, the less my-- ah-- target is affected, but I need to find another to make up the difference.”

Emmet hummed and braced a shoe on the bottom edge of his desk, propelling the both of them backwards on the rolling chair. “Understood. What other qualities factor in? Age? Temperament?”

While it took a moment to get a response, the silence was one of consideration rather than shame-- and, in no small part, the fact that he ducked his head so as not to be jostled loose by the spin Emmet pushed the chair into.

“The greatest variable seems to be emotional state.” Ingo eventually said, “The specific feeling doesn’t matter too terribly much, just the amount of energy being expended; it’s easier to draw from the excess without causing any noticeable disturbance.”

Mindful of the snout tucked along his jaw, Emmet nodded, wondering if he could talk Ingo into taking a detour to… convince their upstairs neighbors to calm down; they seemed to have restless energy to spare, and no amount of civil discussion could resolve the matter. It probably wasn’t within his brother’s comfort zone, but the thought was a cathartic one.

Though he, himself, had been the one to kickstart the chair ride, he dragged a heel along the carpet to force it to a halt. “So logically you would want emotional prey.”

There was a hiss of protest to his left, and he blew out a sigh.

“I am not judging you. Humans have always had prey. You should know that better than I do. Chandelure also feeds off of humans and we do not love her any less for it.”

“I understand that fact-- it just never gets any easier to hear.”

Fair enough. Ingo may have embraced his new quote-unquote living situation, but it didn’t change the fact that he’d learned through the lens of humanity. Perhaps it was easier to deal with when it was a hypothetical and not a lived reality-- or maybe Emmet was just coping preemptively.

Well. No use dwelling on that right now.

“The Battle Subway should be ideal, then. There are no shortage of excited challengers. It would be easy to steal a snack.”

“It would be easy.” Ingo agreed, and there was so clearly a ‘but’ following the concession, “However, I’m not going to leech that enthusiasm away from them. We both know how much dedication it takes to make it so far, and I won’t rob them of a joy they’ve rightfully earned.”

“Okay.” Emmet said, refusing to give up on the concept entirely, “Just the sore losers, then.”

Ingo went quiet. That meant Emmet had been onto something.

Excited, he clapped once, “Unruly passengers are neatly dealt with. You receive a steady source of energy. Yep! That would be a verrrry mutually beneficial arrangement! Does it sound agreeable to you?”

“It’s… certainly worth a trial run.”

“Would you like to board the pink line this evening? I’m relatively certain we could find someone causing a disturbance.” He sprung up from the chair as he spoke, nesting it back into place before turning to leave.

“It’s Castelia city. Of course someone would be causing a disturbance.” Ingo said flatly, and Emmet barked a laugh, caught out. “There’s no need to go out of the way. I’ll be perfectly fine until tomorrow, and if the-- ah-- gentleman who’s been making noise about a rematch maintains his pace, we should be able to test this idea without delay.”

Emmet could accept that. He was still concerned by how listless his brother had been throughout the day, but now they had a system to test. It was amazing how much it helped, understanding exactly what was going on.

For one thing, it meant he could make his own plans, irregardless of Ingo’s approval.

The odds of anyone-- even a returning challenger-- making it to the end of Super Doubles before early afternoon were slim to none. Far too long to go on an empty chassis.

In the meantime, Emmet was off to pick a fight. The Neils had so much enthusiasm for stomping around at obscene hours that surely they had the energy to spare.

#ihaveatheoryonthat pkmn #submas #fanfic

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cutekittenlady · 1 year

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Emmet and Ingo go on a Road Trip

((I just wanna write so I'm doing random prompts I find using this bad boy Link))

"This was an excellent idea."

"Hm."

"We needed to get away for awhile."

"Did we?"

"Indeed!"

Emmet could only hum in response.

"It is unhealthy to work so often with no breaks! This road trip has been long overdue! We are due for a long week of rest and relaxation!" Ingo said cheerily, "Just the two of us! Plus Chandelure and Eelektross. And the rest of the team of course."

"And stowaway." Emmet said raising his hat to show the small joltik that was there.

Ingo chuckled, "Yes, and stowaway."

As Emmet replaced his hat, Ingo said, "It is a good thing Emmet. Really. We need a break."

"You have certainly said so."

"I say so because it is true."

"Or because of the intervention."

"Ah... yes, uh... that too."

The intervention had been unexpected. They'd arrived at the station only to find a circle of chairs, and all the depot agents gesturing them to sit down.

As it turned out, Isadore had taken it upon himself to look at the twins accumulation of paid days off. What he'd found had been... interesting.

Okay so maybe they hadn't taken a vacation in 3 years.

And maybe they'd built up a lot of overtime that they were carefully hiding.

And maaaybe when they realized the agents were going to force them to take a vacation they tried to run.

But that wasn't their fault! There was just so much to do in the subway! So many trainers to fight!

Being subway bosses was like a fantasy dream job for both Ingo and Emmet. It was hard to step away from.

But here they were. On the road. Heading to some hotel in Undella Bay to soak up some rays, build sand castles, and whatever else came to mind! It would be good for them! True there were no trains in Undella. And true there was no battle facility there. And true Isadore had said he'd called ahead and instructed the gym leader to absoutely NOT battle them.

But that was FIIIINE.

It wasn't like the only two things they knew was trains and battling!

"Yes a vacation is exactly what we need!" Ingo said. "We can make sand castles! And drink berry juice! And visit the sea port!"

Emmet just pulled his hat over his eyes and said nothing.

"Yes! We definitely needed this road trip!"

"Hey, uh, guys?"

They both looked up from the back seat.

"Can you stop calling it a road trip when you're not driving?"

"We are terribly sorry sir!"

"Can you also stop yelling!"

"Of course-! Ah... I mean. Of course."

"Thanks." The driver said refocusing on the road, "you know I couldn't help overhearing. If you guys need to get the battling out of you're system I happen to know Caitlyn of the Elite 4 has a villa in Undella town."

The twins looked at each other.

"Isadore said we weren't to work."

"Yes, but it is not work." Emmet pointed out. "Caitlyn is technically a colleague."

"Hm true. It would be visiting a peer."

"Yes. Pluuus, technically our jobs are only on the subway! We can't be doing our jobs on a beach."

"But... we are still subway bosses aren't we?" Ingo asked.

"Of course!"

"Ah good."

"And if we get berry juice and build sand castles after~"

"then it still techinically counts as a vacation! Bravo Emmet!! Please, driver, full speed ahead to our next station!!"

The driver was unperturbed.

"Speed limits 30 on this stretch of road bub."

"Ah certain, safety precautions must be observed. In that case, make post haste for our destination!"

"We're still three hours out."

"Ah. Then we shall wait patiently driver."

"My name is Jerry."

"Our apologies we shall wait patiently Jerry."

"You two are the weirdest fares I've ever had." Jerry muttered, "And that's saying something."

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"Phantom Kisses"

Relationship: Gengar Ingo/Reader Au: Hybrid Disease Fandom: Pokemon Word Count: 1646 Summary:

After a late shift at the bakery, you decide to spend some quality time with your boyfriend. Things dont go as planned.

It was pretty late into the night, and had you not had a helpful guide who could also light the way, you might have gotten lost in the thick brush of trees. “You would think I’d have the path memorized by now.” you joked aloud getting a ghostly trill from the Chandelure as she guided you through the darkness with her glow.

Within the thick dark woods of the wilds there was a manor you liked to visit near an abandoned railway route. It wasn’t a place on any current map, though you figure the inhabitants preferred it that way. It wasn’t a place easy to find without someone to guide you, so it was very telling that you only happened to come across the manor while being extremely lost when your berry picking was interrupted by a sudden storm. It had been a scary experience at first, and the owners hadn’t been all too friendly during the first few minutes, though that was understandable, seeing as you barged into their house. But now the manor was a place you really enjoyed visiting after getting to know the owners. You couldn’t help hugging the basket you’d been carrying when you thought about them.

“Thank you again, Flare,” you thanked the ghost type after she safely brought you back to the Manor. Gently patting the glass-like body of the ghost, you gave her a tart as thanks for her help before you entered the old building.

Under your feet the floorboards creaked with each step, and the door opened with a loud creak, as though the building itself was greeting you, welcoming you back into its halls. It was a comforting sound now that you were used to it. You couldn’t hear much other movement in the building though, which was a bit odd, “They shouldn’t be asleep this late into the night,” you said to yourself as you walked through the dark house. The two you were visiting were both nocturnal breeds, and hardly the type to waste their time sleeping longer than needed. Though you had an idea of where at least one of them might be.

Even if you hadn’t managed to properly memorize the path to the manor, you did manage to map out the building itself, as well as the habits of the two men. The younger twin always had a lot of energy to burn, he liked pokemon battling and testing strategies, so if you had to guess it was quiet because he was out in the night somewhere. On the other hand, although the twins often shared a brain cell when they were together, the older twin was much calmer and enjoyed quiet time in the small library he’d put together. So that was where you were headed.

With a knock on the doorframe, you peaked into the room lit up by a ghostly purple light, a smile spreading on your face, “Helloooo, Ingo? You in here?”

In the room, nearest to the shelf holding his collection of books, the man was floating above ground. He was in a sitting position, like he would if he were in a chair, a novel in hand, and ghostly flames lighting the area. His scarlet eyes were torn away from the book that held his attention to look at you when you came into view. It didn’t take you long to realize Ingo didn’t smile like how other people would, and it wasn’t as big and mischievous as the typical Gengar’s grin. Still, it was a cute and friendly expression that never failed to make you feel welcomed. “Hello, my dear,” he greeted, red eyes flashing purple as you felt your body being lifted off the ground, “I’m happy to see your tracks lead you back to the manor safely.” Holding onto your basket, you felt a tingle go up your spine from being wrapped in the ghostly glow. Ingo had developed a bad habit of picking you up with his abilities without warning. Though maybe that was just typical of ghost or psychic types, you couldn’t really say.

The weightlessness wasn’t easy to get used to, and the glow made your skin tingle when you were wrapped in it, but you didn’t mind the glow as much. You actually kind of liked it. “I-It’s all thanks to Flare for being my guide as always,” you reassured him as you were settled in his lap. When the glow dropped, Ingo used his free arm to keep you steady, “That’s a relief to hear, I apologize for not coming to meet you at the entrance though.” The ghost man apologized before waving his book around, “I got caught up in the novel you got me, and didn’t realize I was behind schedule.”

“It’s alright, hun,” reaching up, you cupped his face, his skin cold to the touch, “I know your a bit shy about being seen by other people…” the pad of your thumb gently stroked his cheek to soothe him. The hybrid pressed into your warm skin, practically purring as he turned to press a cold kiss to your palm before rubbing his cheek against your skin. Being a ghost-poison type, Ingo lacked body heat, and in the dark, he gave off a sinister aura typical for his breed of hybrid. But watching him act like an attention starved lillipup, it was almost hard to believe he’d almost given you a heart attack during your first encounter. Honestly it was unfair how cute he could act. “Thank you, dearest…” the gengar man sighed, thankful for your understanding.

“I made your favorite roll cake today at the bakery,” Tipping up the rim of his hat, you leaned in, careful not to drop your basket, and pressed a kiss on his forehead, “I thought you’d like something sweet for a midnight snack.” The man hummed a happy tune, “Really? Lucky me,” he chuckled, “But you know I’d love anything you make me my dear.” a small squeak escaped you when the man pulled you down with his as he switched to floating in a lying position. “If anything, I can’t help but feel jealous that you're willing to sell your goods to other people. It makes the ghost in me want to be greedy and have them to myself.” This got a laugh out of you, his flirty tone making your heart beat faster, “That so? Am I not enough for you then?” you joked, looking into his midnight colored eyes, Ingo answered with a peck on your lips, “You're much more than enough…” the ghost man pulled you close, using his abilities to put the basket and the novel he’d been reading elsewhere so they wouldn’t get in the way.

With your body flushed against him, he began to pepper small kisses against your forehead, his arms keeping you pressed securely against him in a possessive embrace. The twins were touch starved, hungry and greedy for affection ever since they’d been affected by “Hybrid’s Disease”. It was pretty obvious the effect public views of Hybrids had on the two, especially towards a Ghost-Poison type like Ingo, while Emmet, being a Normal-Fairy type, seemed to have an easier time. The way you saw it though, it wasn’t very fair that he’d be forced to hide away to avoid scaring people, Ingo was such a sweet person. Any moment he had to be alone with you, he’d slowly become clingy and greedy for every bit of attention he could have without Emmet interrupting. He’d hold you tight, and smother you in kisses, and you were happy to give him all the love you could too, he deserved it after all.

You could feel yourself flinch when his icy lips pressed a chilling kiss to the hot shell of your ear, making your fingers curl and cling onto the fabric of his coat, “You're so warm my dear…” he purred, his words drenched in arousal. The want and need dripping from his tone made you gulp as your throat felt a little dry, he really wasn’t wasting any time tonight. “So warm… and soft… you always smell so sweet too… I can barely control myself around you…” his purr melted into a growl when his teeth found their way to the skin of your neck, his jaws clamping down to imprint your flesh with his mark. “You sure love biting.”

“Is it wrong to want to mark the one I love?” Ingo reasoned, nuzzling into the curve of your neck as he peppered soft kisses. Your hands caressed along his chest and shoulders before finding their way into his hair, his ash purple hair was soft despite the was it spiked like a gengars ghost-like quills, “If I don’t mark you, I’ll have to keep sharing you with Emmet. We may be twins, but I shouldn’t have to share my lover with him too,” You guessed that made sense, “Though now that you mention it- Mh-!” he bite down again, making you tug on his hair a little, “Should we be doing this right now…? Where is Emmet?” It wouldn’t be the first time he’d walked in on you and Ingo when you were getting frisky. It was a bit of a mood killer.

“Mh. He’s… pre-occupied as of right now. We won't be disturbed for a while.” Blinking, something about his change of tone made you feel a little-

Suspicious.

“Why does that give me a bad feel…?”

The hybrid man paused for a moment, a slight bit of guilt ringing in his silence. “Ingo… What did you do…?” You didn’t like using the same accusatory tone you’d use with Emmet on him, but he had quickly become rigid at your question. “I may have… temporarily cursed Emmet into taking the form of a doll… after he was being particularly obnoxious earlier…” he finally admitted.

“Ingo…”

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End of the Line - Chapter 10

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Chapter 10: Axew Ingo gets reacquainted with his Pokémon.

They fall into a routine, one that’s painstakingly familiar and yet worryingly different. Ingo has an idea of what he should be doing when Emmet gets ready for bed. After Emmet leaves the bathroom with his teeth brushed for the night, Ingo thinks it would be his turn to use the shower. His brother typically uses it in the mornings, so it would make sense if he did so in the evenings. They worked like that before, he thinks.

Ingo misses showers. Ever since he remembered their purpose, Ingo can’t get how nice taking one would be out of his head. He misses warm showers, he misses soup, he misses those pretzel sticks that Emmet buys whenever he runs to the store. Everything about life in Unova was taken from him not only once, but twice.

He misses the way Lady Sneasler’s kits would curl up in his lap. He misses holding onto the handles on the subway when his car veers a little too quickly. He misses Pecha berries. He misses when Chandelure felt warm.

Ironically, and most cruelly of all, Ingo misses Emmet. He’s invisible to his brother! Like he doesn’t even exist! Though he loves when Emmet speaks to him, at the end of their conversations, he only feels empty.

Is it going to get better? Will Ingo forget again, one day? Forget what it was like to be alive?

He can almost pretend that it doesn’t bother him. He’s not sure who he puts on this facade for. Chandelure, maybe? It’s not like Emmet would be able to tell anything was wrong.

“Alright!” Emmet sits on the couch, right where Ingo’s legs are stretched out. He reflexively draws his legs up, if only so that weird tingling sensation disappears. “What do you want to watch tonight, Ingo?”

In the back of Ingo’s head, an authoritative voice that he doesn’t quite remember the name of, reminds him that watching TV for hours on end isn’t the most healthy thing, but then again, his health doesn’t exactly matter anymore. Besides, what else is he supposed to do while Emmet sleeps?

Ingo draws a simple and short horizontal line across the paper. It’s easier than writing out that he doesn’t care.

Emmet’s smile draws tighter, almost forcibly so. “Nature documentaries?”

OK.

Ingo doesn’t even watch as Emmet flips through the channels, instead opting to stare at the ceiling. Hm. They have a few cobwebs.

When Emmet eventually settles on something he deems suitable for his brother, he gently places the remote back on the coffee table with a soft Thump! He pauses for a moment, as if waiting for a protest of some sort. “Okay. Goodnight, Ingo.”

Ingo reaches back towards his journal.

Night.

Emmet shuffles out of their living room, flicking the lights off as he leaves. Ingo hears his door Click! shut down the hall.

This has got to be Ingo’s least favorite part of the day. It’s not that he faults Emmet for needing to sleep, but it’s just so boring when he’s gone. At a certain point, all of the nighttime shows start to blend together.

Of course, Ingo did spend 300 lonely years tethered to rock, his only entertainment being the occasional blizzard. He shouldn’t be apathetic like this. He’s grown complacent. Needy.

The television serves as nothing more than background noise, the brakes that stop Ingo from completely losing his mind in the dead of night. Not that he hasn’t done so, already. Chandelure is a blessing from the Almighty, carefully and deliberately hiding the broken shards of the vase Ingo doesn’t remember smashing.

If Emmet noticed it was missing, he didn’t say anything.

Ingo’s thoughts are interrupted by the metallic noise of a Poké Ball opening. It’s a sound ingrained in his mind, more solid than any of his loose memories. Sitting up, Ingo is surprised to see Excadrill joining him on the couch, Crustle and Durant trailing not far behind.

That’s… odd. Emmet’s not going to be happy if they stay up late. Then again, how exactly is Ingo supposed to stop them? Chandelure has already retired to its own Poké Ball for the night.

Excadrill excitedly chitters, frantically pointing at the TV. Currently, the documentary is showcasing the lifecycle of Butterfrees, but Ingo isn’t exactly sure how that relates to any of them. He stares at Excadrill, unblinking.

They were… close once. Weren’t they?

“Drrrrr,” Excadrills mumbles, mimicking… Oh! Static! Excadrill wants to see static again! Well Ingo can certainly oblige that much, can’t he?

Finally having something to entertain himself with, Ingo moves across the room. Carefully eying Excadrill and his companions, he sticks his hand through the TV. Right on cue, the image of a Caterpie sleeping fizzles out into black and white.

“Exa!” Excadrill cheers. Durant’s mandibles click together in awe, and Crustle freezes in place.

After a few seconds, Ingo retracts his hand. The Caterpie returns to the screen.

Crustle looks up at Excadrill, and the two of them chatter back and forth. Durant skitters over to inspect the television, climbing all over it and looking for the source of the disruption.

Biting the inside of his cheek, Ingo brings the static back. Excadrill happily jumps up and down on the couch, and Crustle looks impressed enough to snap his claws together like an applause. Durant is so shocked that she slips off the side of the stand, but she quickly rights herself and rejoins the audience.

One more time, Ingo phases his hand through the TV. All three Pokémon erupt into cheers, which are only halted by-

“Ruuuusss…” a growl comes from the stand where Emmet leaves their Poké Balls. It’s enough to send a shiver down Ingo’s spine, and he’s supposed to be the one doing that to others!

Haxorus snatches Excadrill off the couch before Ingo even realizes she’s there. She snarls a warning to her three teammates, who all shrink under her glare.

Never ignore a Dragon Type. Ingo had enough encounters with the Garchomp family in the Highlands to learn that lesson.

Thoroughly scolded, Durant and Crustle return to their Poké Balls. Excadrill struggles in Haxorus’s grasp, angrily shouting, “Dril! Dril!”

Haxorus silences him with a snap of her vicious teeth. Just like the others, Excadrill slinks away and disappears back into his ball.

With a huff, Haxorus turns back to the television. Even though he knows that she can’t see him, Ingo can’t help but feel scrutinized under her gaze. Isn’t she supposed to be his Pokémon? Why does she make him feel so… guilty?

In an attempt at a peace offering, Ingo pokes at the screen, lightly fuzzing up the video of a Caterpie and a Metapod.

Haxorus only grunts in response, sauntering away and returning to her Poké Ball in a flash of light.

Ingo sighs, his shoulders dropping in disappointment. It was actually kind of fun to play with Excadrill and the others. Of course, he can only wonder if they’re aware that he’s the one making the TV look strange, but still…

Without much fanfare, Ingo plops back down on the couch. Might as well give the Butterfrees another shot, right?

‥

“Today is the day, Emmet!” Rosa shouts, tipping the brim of her visor. “I am making it past this car!”

Emmet smirks. “We will see about that.” He recalls Excadrill, who collapsed after a particularly nasty Flare Blitz from Rosa’s Emboar. She’s a good kid, an excellent trainer. You have to be to get this far on the Doubles Line. Of course, that means nothing when compared to the might of…

“Go, Haxorus!” Emmet announces, throwing her Poké Ball into the battle. Haxorus emerges with a snarl, already assuming a defensive stance.

“Emboar, use Low Sweep!” Rosa commands assertively, just as confident as she was the first time she stepped into his car.

Without any prompting from Emmet, Haxorus jumps out of the way of Emboar’s kick.

“Good job, Haxy!” The old nickname earns Emmet a glare from his brother’s Pokémon, which he chooses to ignore. “Now, lower him down with a Dragon Claw!”

Haxorus does just that, swiping at Emboar with the usual amount of ferocity.

“Emboar!” Rosa momentarily panics, but she sighs in relief when her Pokémon manages to right himself. “Alright Emboar, try another Low Sweep!”

Unfortunately, Haxorus isn’t as lucky as she was before, and she ends up crashing to the floor from the force of Emboar’s kick. She’s a fighter, though, and she manages to push herself up again. A voice in the back of Emmet’s head wonders if Ingo recognizes Rosa from before he disappeared. She was a frequent rider on the Singles Line when he was still around.

Out of the corner of his eye, Emmet catches Chandelure pulling something back out of the fray. Ingo seems to be taking his incorporeality for granted, huh?

Suddenly, Emmet has a great idea.

“Haxorus, use Earthquake!” Emmet practically beams when he says the command. Ingo loved using Earthquake, especially on the Multi Lines. It used to be the bane of Emmet’s existence, but if it makes a good show for Ingo…

However, instead of listening to Emmet, Haxorus attempts another Dragon Claw.

“Haxorus?!” Emmet shouts, and he can see his own surprise reflected in Rosa’s face. He can’t remember the last time any of their Pokémon disobeyed one of their orders, let alone Haxorus!

Taking advantage of the situation, Rosa shouts, “Assurance! Now!”

Haxorus doesn’t stand a chance. Emboar’s strike knocks her to the ground once again, but this time she makes no attempt to stand. With a grimace, Emmet calls her back to her Poké Ball. Questions race through his head, and while he would love to take a moment to figure out the answers, he currently has a more pressing matter.

“Alright Eelektross, let’s finish this off.” Emmet releases his ace from his Poké Ball. “Use Thunder Wave!”

‥

“I don’t understand,” Emmet suddenly says, passing a Poké Ball between his hands. “Why is she acting this way?”

Ingo glaces towards the break room door, as if it could broadcast whether or not someone was about to walk in from the other side. Deciding that they’re safe enough, he picks up the pen, which Emmet had left on the table in front of himself alongside a spare piece of paper.

“Haxorus!” Emmet exclaims, shaking her Poké Ball for emphasis. “You noticed she isn’t using Earthquake, right?”

Is she mad?

“That is possible,” Emmet remarks. “Dragons hold grudges for a long time. Remember Druddigon?”

Ingo isn’t too keen to admit that he has no idea what Emmet is referring to. Did they have a Druddigon, once? That doesn’t sound right.

She was mad at Excadrill.

“What?” Emmet blinks in surprise, clearly taken aback. Ooooh, is that something Ingo was supposed to mention? Gliscor and Tangela used to quarrel on occasion, so he didn’t think it was that big of a deal. “When did that happen?!”

Few days ago, Ingo sheepishly confesses.

Emmet’s mouth draws into a tight line, and he sighs in frustration. “Did Excadrill do something? Maybe she’s protesting Ground-type moves because of him.”

Stayed up a little late. Crustle and Durant too. She made them go back.

“That isn’t a big deal, but… Hm.” Emmet hums in thought, anxiously tapping the table. “I haven’t had her use Earthquake for some time. Could she be anxious?”

Haxorus certainly didn’t seem anxious to Ingo. In fact, she almost seemed resilient during the battle. Determined, even. Like she wanted to prove that she was good enough without Earthquake, that she didn’t need it.

“I wanted to show it to you,” Emmet says, looking down at the floor sadly. “You loved Earthquake before.”

It’s a simple phrase, a statement of fact, and if it were any other situation, Ingo would have just categorized it as yet another fact he forgot about himself. But some long-lost track in Ingo’s mind reconnects, and he realizes that he knows exactly why Haxorus is acting up.

She’s mad at me.

Emmet gawks at the sentence. “Wh- But you were gone! It wasn’t your fault! You-” his words fail him again, but Ingo can’t help but be a little concerned at how quickly that train arrived at the station. Haxorus could be mad at him for any number of reasons, but Emmet seems convinced that he knows why. It’s almost as if, to him, there’s already something to be mad about.

Ingo already feels weak, his hands protesting as he picks up the pen again. But he has to know. He has to.

Are you mad?

“No!” Emmet quickly shouts, only to cover his mouth when he remembers that they aren’t the sole inhabitants of Gear Station. He continues, quieter and more composed. “No. It wasn’t your fault you left, Ingo. I can’t be mad at you for that.”

Even though he wants to trust his brother, Ingo can’t help but wonder which one of them he’s trying to convince.

‥

At the end of the day, when the summer sun has long set and made way for a pleasantly warm night, Emmet steps out of the bathroom while he pats his hair dry with a towel. He’s pretty sure Ingo waits for him in the living room while he gets ready for bed, if the few times he’s found Chandelure hovering over the couch are any indication.

Emmet reaches towards the coffee table for the remote, but out of the corner of his eye, he notices that there’s a new sentence in Ingo’s journal.

I’m sorry.

“Stop that,” Emmet states. He grabs the remote, not bothering to sit down this time. “What do you want to watch tonight?”

I mean it, Ingo writes.

“I said stop.” Emmet glares at the journal, unsure of where to direct the anger that’s starting to steam up in his chest. “We aren’t talking about this now.”

When?

“I am Emmet. I’m not mad at you,” he insists. “Please pick something to watch.”

Yes you are.

“Ingo, I-” Emmet stops and pinches the bridge of his nose. “What do you want? Will it make you feel better to know?”

There’s a pause before Ingo finally admits it. No.

Emmet sighs, collapsing down on the couch. He feels something cold to his side. “It isn’t rational. I don’t blame you, but…” He fiddles with his hands. “I don’t want to be mad. Okay?”

I love you.

Another stab of guilt plunges itself right into Emmet’s heart. He’s a terrible brother, isn’t he? Ingo is the dead one, Ingo is the amnesiac. Emmet should be trying to support him, not laying the blame on something beyond either of their control!

“I love you too,” Emmet says, thumping his head against the back of the couch. It’s the first time they’ve exchanged those words since Ingo came back. “Do you mind if I watch with you tonight? Is that alright?”

Please. Ingo draws one of his goofy smiles to accompany the request.

“Good,” Emmet smiles again. “Good.”

‥

“Emmet, Emmet, Emmet!” Ingo shakes his brother, who’s currently resting peacefully in his sleeping bag. “Wake up! Quick!” Due to the nice weather, the pair of them decided to camp under the night sky instead of setting up their tent. The air is cool, and the distant sound of Bug-types chirping was enough of a lullaby to send them both to sleep for some time.

“Huh?” Emmet groggily pushes Ingo away. “What’s happening?”

Ingo holds up the portable egg incubator they’d received before leaving Opelucid again. The egg inside twitches, and not the occasional small jitter they’d seen the day before. It’s practically shaking, so much so that Emmet is scared that it’ll break.

Oh! It’s going to break!

Emmet gasps, the last vestiges of his sleep wearing off. “It’s hatching?”

“Yes!” Ingo shouts, shifting the incubator back into his lap. “I’m so excited! Do you think she’ll like me?”

“You’re her trainer,” Emmet states. “Why wouldn’t she like you?”

Ingo doesn’t get a chance to voice any of his anxieties, however, as a green little hand suddenly pokes out from within the shell. It isn’t long until the Pokémon breaks her egg entirely, sticking her head out and getting her first glimpse at the world. Axew looks up at Ingo with wonder in her eyes.

“Oh, hello!” Ingo offers a finger to her, which she eagerly grabs onto. Emmet can’t help but laugh at how enraptured his brother is with her already.

“You made fun of me when I got Archen,” Emmet reminds his brother.

“This is different,” Ingo says. He turns his attention back to his brand new Pokémon. “Axew, we’re going to be friends forever. I promise.”

Axew happily chirps, climbing fully out of her egg. Ingo gently lifts her from the incubator, as though she could shatter if he so much as held her wrong. He holds her close to his chest and begins to cry.

“Ingo?!” Emmet looks at him with concern.

“She’s so cute!” Ingo sobs. “I already love her so much!”

After a lot of crying from Ingo and teasing from Emmet, the two of them eventually manage to settle back into their sleeping bags. Axew remains curled up next to her new trainer, and the three of them drift off to sleep together.

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Submastober Day 10 - Dwell Time

Ooof! Ran close with this one! ˋ( ° ▽、° ) But here it is! Day 10! Work won't get me down, even though it's trying verrrrry hard! I'm so excited that this event has been going so well! Thank you all for your feedback and @allaboardtheblankship for all the effort you've put in with us! I'm having so much fun!

This takes place after Nobori has been yeeted to Hisui, and focuses mostly on Cloud thinking about his bosses. Please enjoy!

Title: Dwell Time Word count: 938

Cloud truly enjoyed working at Gear Station.

Sure, the Bosses were very unique, and even a bit silly at times. The morning shifts after they'd had to stay all night to keep the paperwork under control were some of the most ridiculous - one time he'd arrived to them singing karaoke along with the radio to keep themselves awake. They had long 'arguments' over whether or not berry pudding was a health food when it boosted stats for both themselves and their pokémon. Somehow, they used train terms in regular conversation without batting an eye. Being praised by the stone-faced frown of Nobori, and teased with clipped words by the perpetually smiling Kudari made for flipped expectations, with new agents always being taken by surprise.

They dressed alike, and somehow managed to dress down in the same ways, even when completely separated. Kudari would enter the offices, waving his cap at his face in an attempt to cool down, sleeves rolled up, two buttons undone, and his tie tugged exactly an inch and a quarter down and still be exactly identical to Nobori. They could switch uniforms and even Cloud had trouble telling them apart when they really wanted to befuddle others.

Despite their oddities, they were truly the best employers he'd ever had. Although working for Gear Station meant he technically worked for the City, he and the other Agents considered themselves employees of the black and white twins who embodied the entire Subway. They took their jobs very seriously, even with the silly antics that lead to him having to chastise them from time to time.

They were younger than Cloud by a handful of years, but he never felt the same sort of exasperation with them he'd always felt at other jobs. In a way, they felt ageless, sometimes feeling ancient, and other times feeling just like any other person. When they sat in front of him for his lectures, they showed their age, looking properly chastised despite being his bosses. Kudari would laugh and Nobori would look stern but embarrassed at being told to act properly.

It was never long before they would get into shenanigans, anyway, and it always kept their jobs feeling light. The Subway, even at its most busy and hectic, was the ideal workplace, and the twins were the engines that kept the trains running.

Cloud deeply missed that.

Now, ever since Nobori had gone missing, Kudari had all the wind knocked out of his sails. Or, all of the coal out of his engine, as they would say.

At first, Kudari had been everywhere at once in the Subway, trying desperately to keep both lines running as frequently as he could. Any time Cloud would catch up to him, there was a desperate, almost manic look in Kudari's eyes, as if he was expecting Nobori to have grabbed his arm.

Then, he'd found the White Boss collapsed in one of the decommissioned tunnels, cheeks stained with tear tracks and Chandelure hovering defensively over him. When he'd finally woken up, Kudari had babbled something about seeing Nobori and having to get to him.

He was in the hospital for weeks after that, having been initially admitted for exhaustion. But, Kudari had done worse to himself than simply running himself ragged. He hadn't been eating properly, was dehydrated from crying, and overexerting past his normal limits. Sure, Cloud had seen his red eyes every day, but he'd had no idea it'd been that bad.

Once Kudari had been allowed back to work, his energy had been lower than Cloud had ever seen in all the years he'd worked at Gear Station.

There were many times he would just find Kudari standing aimlessly in various locations of the subway, so distracted that he wouldn't even notice someone calling his name. It was like having a ghost in the subway. Even though the twin Subway Bosses were known far and wide, Cloud had already started to hear about 'tests of bravery' to search out the White Ghost of the Tunnels. Thankfully, it didn't seem to connect directly to Kudari, but Cloud would be damned if he would let such a thing come to bother his grieving boss.

Even now, long after the last agent had gone home, Cloud found Kudari staring blankly down at the tracks of the Singles Line. Already in an unsafe situation, he called out to Kudari as he approached. When he approached without any sort of reaction from Kudari, he got worried that his Boss had worn himself out to the point of collapse.

Placing his hand gently on Kudari's shoulder, he watched as it took several long beats of time for his boss to even register he was there. His blank expression barely changed as he turned his face to Cloud, and he stared at him for another few beats. When he finally recognized who was standing in front of him, his stoic expression began to crumble and his eyes turned watery.

"Cloud. I can't find Nobori."

Kudari was the ever-smiling one. But right now, his smile wavered, like he wanted to mimic his twin's expression but couldn't manage it. Despite being taller than Cloud, he looked so small, and Cloud had no choice but to sigh and tug Kudari into a hug. The moment Kudari's forehead hit his shoulder, Cloud could feel the tears soaking through his shirt.

He didn't know where Nobori had disappeared to. But, he would do his damnedest to keep Kudari together until his Twin came back. Even if he had to find Kudari every time he started to get stuck in dwell time.

#rs submastober #blankshipping #submastober #Bell fic

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ask-mysterious-muses · 2 years

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Worldbuilding oc questions for Aevery?

Full name: Aevery Lumin

Nicknames: Aev, Little Dove (Karen), Clover (Marianette)

Gender/Pronouns: Boy. He/him but he's gotten used to everyone using they/them

Orientation: Friend (Ace)

Age/birthday: 10, bday is May 22

Zodiac: Gemini

Major good traits: A strong trainer, can sorta understand his Pokémon through body language (or telepathy in the case of Chandelure and Banette), great at making friends

Major Flaws: doesn't really talk much unless he's emotional or excited, will run head first into danger whether he's scared or not, can be too trusting (ex: Karen), frequent nightmares but he hides the fact that he has them (downside is the emotional drain causes him to oversleep very often)

Goals: to stop Team Xen and the destruction of the world without anyone else dying.

Fears: being forgotten or hated. Also trucks (sorry truck guy, you're very nice but truck is scary to isekai victims even if they cant remember why)

Optimistic or pessimistic: very optimistic if only to keep himself from losing hope. Everything has to get better right? So he'll make sure it gets better

Introvert, extrovert, or ambivert: a huge extrovert

Empathetic or not: Considering how much he can bond with pokemon and understand them, and how much he loves helping others, very empathetic

Do they wait and plan or Dive right in: if someone else has a plan he'll follow it, otherwise he'll act before any irrational (or rational) fear can stop him

Go with the flow or forge their own path: a mix of both. When the only way is forward he'll follow the path, but when there's an opening to make a better choice he'll take it

Other defining traits: is actually scared like 45% of the time during major story events but keeps up a brave face so no one gets worried.

Who's their family: Tesla and Amber have unofficially adopted him (a huge part of me hopes that thing Amber's been trying to give us is adoption papers lol), he also pretty much looks up to everyone else as family too

Where are they from: A loud, cold city in our world. Had no home or family so always had to fend for himself.

Where do they live now: Tesla offered him a room of his own so he'd like to think he has a home with her and Amber if he's really allowed to stay

Job: Ace Commissioner for the Aevium Help Center (not an official job but he's kinda the only one taking up the requests so he'll rock the title)

How are they with tech: he's ok enough with tech. If it has an interface with clear files, commands, etc he can figure it out. If it's something like hacking or figuring out a program he is mostly clueless

Connections with religion or spirituality: He apparently has a fragment of Arceus attached to his soul does that count? Also is pretty close with ghost types

Powers or magic: The power to change fate from being an Interceptor, and conditional immortality from the Black Box (just don't get killed)

Connections to lore: in Canon lore he's the Interceptor, one who lives outside fate and can change it

Favorite season/weather: Loves Spring and sunny weather. Warm but not too hot

Favorite places: He loves Sheridan Village for how peaceful it is, and Teila Resort actually feels like it could be a real home despite it being more of a vacation spot

Favorite food: Berries. Especially Pecha

Favorite clothes/accessories: His Eevee hairpin that he bought the first trip to the past (new outfit change). If he's feeling especially stressed or nervous but can't get away someplace quiet and alone he'll take it out of his hair and just rub his thumb over the back to calm himself down

Favorite animal (pokemon): Definitely Eevee. Especially after learning everything about him being a Soul Hotel, the Interceptor, and host to Adrest he feels like he can relate to the evolution mon

Favorite mode of transport: He loves riding around on Chandelure, but the trains are also real fun to ride

Favorite holiday: he hasn't ever had a chance to enjoy any holidays, even from when he can't remember, but he's heard good things about Christmas. Getting gifts for everyone sounds fun

Hobbies: Reading. He wishes he'd had the time to really read in the Hidden Library without having to fear Karen or worry about Team Xen

Favorite thing about self: if he had to give an honest answer? The fact that he can't get hungry anymore after he learns about the black box stuff. He hates every other non human aspect of it, but that one he likes

Best friends: literally everyone. You even think about being his friend? You're besties now.

Closest family member: even if she's not his real mother, Nancy will always be his Mom

Partner (in crime): Aelita. They'd gone through a lot together so she's his bestest friend

What organizations are they in: Technically he passed the Pokémon Ranger exam for the gym puzzle

Who are their antagonists: Pretty much Team Xen and Team Anti Assist, tho the Xen list might hopefully get shorter? (Zetta is stuck as a Solosis with Crescent but with how his Nighnare Realm self was he doesnt seem like an enemy anymore. Nastasia helped them out a lot with the Pyramid but she also had her own reasons so unsure there. And Geara doesn't hate him anymore so maaaaybe friendship?)

What are they like with their best friends: when it's just him and his friends and no worries, Aevery is able to just act like himself. That one scene in the penthouse when he jumps over the back of the couch immediately after Melia yells at Venam for doing just that? That's Aevery

#((ask about oc #((ask about aevery #((this was fun #((aevery lumin #((character ref

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the11tailedwrites · 2 years

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May I request the prompt “the most dangerous game” for Ingo and Emmet from Pokémon?

Prompt: The most dangerous game

Characters: Ingo, Emmet, Ingo's Chandelure, Emmet's Garvantula

Fandom: Pokemon Black & White

Tw/Cw: Hunted for sport

@badthingshappenbingo

Ingo awoke to brilliant purple flames. He blinked lethargically as he struggled to a sitting position. A soft chime, like a softly swinging chandelier reached his ears and a soft pressure at his cheek. Chandelure chimed softly, swinging gently beside him. Ingo raised a hand up and gently ran a hand along the floating pokemon's side in reassurance.

"Do you know where we are, girl?" he asked softly, looking around the large forest area he woke up in.

The trees were tall and their leaves thick enough to blot out the sun. Ingo rose, Chandelure hovering beside him, and reached into his coat pocket for his phone or other pokeballs only to find it empty of everything except a slip of paper. Confused, he pulled it out. It was a small paper, barely bigger than his hand. There were words pasted onto it, looking like someone cut up letters from a newspaper or book and pasted them onto the paper, making the text look uneven.

Greetings, once you awake you have three hours to prepare. When those three hours are up, I will hunt you down. Have fun~

Ingo blinked slowly and turned to glance at Chandelure, who chimed her worry.

"I'll be fine, girl, I have you don't I?" Ingo murmured softly, trying to reassure his pokemon when even he didn't feel reassured.

Chandelure chimed softly. Ingo smiled (or at least he felt like he was smiling, on the outside he was still frowning) and patted Chandelure gently on her dome.

Ingo steeled himself and looked around again. He had many questions, but the only one of his mind was Emmet. Where was his twin? Was he okay? Did whoever who nabbed him also get Emmet? He had no way to answer that right now. Right now, he needed to focus on finding a way to get out. He picked a direction and marched off, Chandelure trailed after him silently.

Two hours in, all Ingo managed to find was some berries and a pokemon hp potion. He had no idea what to expect from whoever put him here, nor did he have supplies that could help him. A sudden rustle from a nearby bush caused Ingo to spin around, fists raised. Chandelure, meanwhile, chimed happily and floated towards the bush. Ingo lowered his hands and approached. Emmet popped out of the overgrown brush, Garvantula trailed after him.

"Ingo!" exclaimed Emmet, hugging him tight around the middle

"Emmet, are you alright?" asked Ingo, returning the hug for only a moment before he pushed his brother back to search him for any wounds.

"I am Emmet, I am unharmed," affirmed Emmet, bluntly

"That is good," said Ingo, relieved, "But I'm sure you are aware of the destination of our current tracks?"

"I do," said Emmet, "How do we escape?"

"Don't think we're supposed too," said Ingo

Emmet hummed in response and looked around the small clearing.

"How are we to prepare,"

Ingo opened his mouth to respond when there was a loud bang. Chandelure shot forward, body glowing blue and stopped a bullet that had been heading straight for Emmet's head. Ingo grabbed Emmet's hand and yanked him into the treeline. The two raced through the brush, their pokemon close behind. With every bang, Chandelure would glow and the bullet would stop. Finally, the shooting stopped, but Ingo and Emmet didn't stop running until they were so deep into the woods, there was no light aside from the purple glow of Chandelure. It also got colder, the breeze rushing through the twins thin coats and causing them to shiver. Emmet rubbed his hands together.

They were only able to rest for but a moment when a bullet whizzed by an slammed Ingo in the shoulder. Chandelure chimed in panic and Emmet cried out in surprise. Ingo staggered into a tree, grimacing. Emmet streaked forward and grabbed his brother's hand and they took off into the woods. Garvantula and Chandelure sent ranged attacks back at their attacker, but none of them hit. More bullets whizzed by and Chandelure did her best to keep them from hitting the twins again. Emmet and Ingo were starting to tire, stumbling in their movements. Neither man was used to running so much. Emmet tripped over a root and fell to the ground. Ingo staggered to a stop and ran towards him. The brush parted and a man stood there. He held a hunting rifle, which glinting menacingly at Ingo. He wore the pelt of an Ursaring and a hat made from a Bidoof. Ingo felt slightly sick to his stomach. He commanded Chandelure, who hovered in front, protectively. The man threw a small box towards Chandelure who used psychic to stop it. The box flared and electricity slammed into the pokemon. She jerked for only a moment before floating to the ground, knocked out. Ingo froze, eyes wide as Garvantula leapt in front, electricity bouncing off her body. The man simply shot Garvantula through the thorax and the large pokemon fell with a careening cry. Ingo took a step back, but refused to move any further, his desire to protect his little brother outweighing his fear. The man raised the gun as Ingo took a step forward.

A net flew out and hit the man, launching him into a tree and effectively pinning him. Ingo glanced up as a man in a long over coat who looked like he hadn't slept in days stepped out.

"Agent Looker, International Police," the man introduced himself

Ingo nodded numbly, a little shocked, as a woman hurried over to him, Emmet and their pokemon. His vision spun dangerously and Ingo collapsed to floor, blood loss finally knocking him out.

Ingo awoke in the hospital six days later. Emmet was asleep in the bed next to him. Ingo glanced around for his pokemon and found Chandelure resting beside him, asleep, and Garvantula, curled up at the foot of Emmet's bed also asleep. Content, Ingo closed his eyes again and let sleep claim him.

#bad things happen bingo #whump #pokemon black and white #emmett and ingo #subway bosses

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nightmarearian · 1 year

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I posted 4,549 times in 2022

That's 4,548 more posts than 2021!

151 posts created (3%)

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I tagged 237 of my posts in 2022

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Longest Tag: 124 characters

#but deadass with how penny sat in the cutscene where the rivials all got on mirai/koraidon i’m surprised she didn’t fall off

My Top Posts in 2022:

Zorark.

That’s it. That’s the post.

Ok but legitimately- So Ingo falls to Hisui with a unovan Zorark. (Or zoura)

He was picked up by whatever pokegod in Lostlorn fighting a Zoruark (Would this be +Chandelure or at least another of his Pokémon then? Huh) and then dropped his the Icelands.

(Or the highlands. Eh he gets to the pearl clan eventually)

This doesn’t change much, Besides the Hisusian Zorark.

The entry on the PLA website for Hisui’s zorua is this:

"These Zorua migrated to the Hisui region after being driven from other lands by humans, who shunned the Pokémon for manifesting uncanny illusions. But the Zorua perished, unable to survive the harsh Hisuian environment and strife with other Pokémon. Their lingering souls were reborn in this Ghost-type form through the power of their malice toward humans and Pokémon."

So basically this assumes that the zorua(rk) had an alive form. Duh. So, seeing an alive zoruark accompany a human would mean something. The zorua(rk) would still be suspicious of Ingo, but still.

And it turns out this is just going to be basically an excuse to write a drabble. (Get bamboozled)

(๑ↀᆺↀ๑) The snow crunches underfoot, and the night icelands feel eerie quiet. Ingo walked out of the tunnel that had led to the bottom of the Whiteout Valley. Though not ideal to be walking out at night, he preferred it more than the day; The general darkness felt like a comfort. . They just wandered out, really. They wander a lot. The Pearl Clan don't stop them. The sky was clear, leaving a lot more driftloon and drifblim wandering around. There was Zoruark on his left and the Chandelure on his right. The Pearl Clan was standoffish mainly due to them (Not that'd he'd trade them for anything). His Chandelure was "too creepy", not to mention a ghost, and the Zoruark, was, well, according to them, "a Zoruark! That's a reason all on its own!" They made their way along the edges of Avalugg's legacy, pocketing any herbs or berries on the way. May as well make their wandering useful. He felt some(pokemon?)one was staring; The Zoruark and his Chandelure were staring in the direction of the giant ice spikes, and accordingly, he turned his head to them.

Yellow eyes. The pokemon... was Zoruark? Obviously not his Zoruark; Its fur was gray with its ghostly hair being a fade from white to red. Other than the color scheme and some other markings, the Zoruark staring at him them and the one next to him were the same. (Absolute spite, is what Chandelure, Freight, can feel. The fellow ghost died a spiteful and unjust death, and it'll keep that anger, that malice, and now it's this.) - (What happened? Is what Zoruark, Nyx, is asking. This isn't supposed to be her. To be any of her species: Dead and eternally angry and in pain. They aren't supposed to be this.) Its chest heaved in and out, seeming to take full breaths but not exhaling a sliver of air. Its hair swayed back and forth, some strands lashing into the air. Its slitted pupil was flitting from him, his pokemon, something. It was searching and questioning, but filled with malevolence. Ingo stares back. In the end it just stared. It stared straight into his eyes, ungiving, baneful. The Zoruark (Nyx) by his side is what breaks him out of his stupor:

She bites his sleeve, making a quiet bark at the same time and tugging his arm towards the Pearl Clan settlement. She's decidedly not looking at the other fox - her eyes are tense. Chandelure (Frieght) in comparison is keeping her gaze trained on the other ghost - the surrounding air and her movements are strained. Ingo glances at his Zoruark, back at the other, and starts walking after another tug, his sleeve - arm - still held by the dark-type. Chandelure floats there for another second - then follows. The baneful fox stands there, staring as they walk away. (It's alive. It's alive. It's alive. Why is it with the human? Humans are bad. Humans- Humans are why- Why is it-) (The flame is staring. Flames are- the humans drove them away with flames. But why is it purple? They are supposed to be a burning color.) (Is the human good, then? They do not wield burning colors. It's with the human. It's alive. Why. Why. Why?) By the time they make it to the bridge, the Zoruark- his Zoruark - drops his sleeve. It stands there, hunched over, staring at the ground yet not looking at the ground. It straightens up a bit and turns its head, looking back. Ingo and Chandelure stand there; They wait and watch as the(ir) Zoruark (friend?) turn their head back and lightly growl at them. The three walk into their tent and fall asleep. Back at spikes, the yellow eyes stare in the direction of the humans, contemplating.

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AYYOOO FINISHED IT-

Whoooo

My hands are dirty :p

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my hand slipped (Caption above Irida + Adaman: How do we approach a Unovan God?)

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My #1 post of 2022

okokok Ingo gets eebie deebied back in time to hisui. with a train. BUT Not in a sort of crash and fire way. It's just sorta sitting there. Calm derailment no crashing. Some of the cars are disconnected, but its there and pretty whole. And Ingo does get found by Sneasler but not introduced to Pearl Clan. This au (#Hermit Ingo), basically. .

he lives in the rundown train. :D ok no dash clutter so sh*t's under cut

i started a doodle in my sketchbook but I don't have it right now and I do not wanna go downstairs cuz parents. so i'll put that in later. But yeah. Each car is a room. There's one where stuff hung up (on the handles and the ring things for you to hold on to) to just. Store stuff. Ya kno. Another one's been fashioned into a place for his pokemon. Specifically. Not to say the Mountain isn't accommodating but personal close comfy space. :) I guess for like a bedroom sort of thing he just sleeps on the seats? I don't think he'd have an actual bed-room sorta thing just sleeps on the seats wherever in the car. After a year there's at least some small overgrow from the plants. He doesn't mind it. He deals with the rust; There is still some - he spends time with Lady Sneasler - but yeah there's no mass rust or anything. (Dunno how too but damn it he does) And then just Sneasels + Lady Sneasler hanging around. Atop the cars. I been picturing one of the cars having the side wall ripped open. Just an open room. I guess it's just... More overgrown? Hangout place, probably :p I'll draw it soon I swear-

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leggerefiore · 2 years

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Genuine Hybrid AU question.... 👉👈

Since those who are pregnant tend to get weird cravings, then would emmet/ingo's s/o get *very* specific cravings during their pregnancy?

Like Galvantula Emmet panics when they try to LITERALLY EAT ELECTRICITY and he's gotta rush over to stop them from putting a plug in their mouth that's connected to a socket thing- "Darling I love you verrry much but pLEAse never do that again-" Has definitely caught you licking a battery, while it is SIGNIFICANTLY less dangerous that almost electrocuting yourself, he still has to remind you that it isn't safe.

Frosmoth Ingo's s/o isn't as in much danger since all they crave is just shaved ice, snow, or ice cubes. Probably would end up eating primarily cold foods/drinks which end up causing his s/o to be almost as cold as him like 24/7. If you're pregnant during the winter months then he will for sure find you snapping icicles off of the outside of your shared home and crunching on them like a carrot. You'll get weird looks asking for ice cream of all things during *winter*, and even stranger looks when you're sitting outside in freezing weather wearing casual clothes and eating a non-flavored snow cone. "Dear, this is the third time this month." "I'm sorrryyyy (ó~ò)"

I was gonna make a joke about Chandelure Ingo's pregnant mate asking what the equivalent of eating someone's life force is (ie; what food could substitute for human souls) or tempted to somehow eat fire/flames/ashes and making poor distressed Ingo need to keep an eye on you more than usual so you don't go and swallow FIRE. "My love... please refrain from trying to eat your toasted marshmallow while it is still on fire-"

As for Eelektross twins....

"I'm going to taser the fish-"

"DARLING N O"

Again- probably mostly seafood related diet but a funny thing to think about since Eelektross paralyze/electrocute their prey before eating it.

Now that I've gotten into really thinking more about these concepts... they make me wonder if you'll sorta behave similarly to your hybrid mate?

Galvantula Emmet- you like staying in darkened areas with magnetic fields while being cocooned (is that how Joltiks/Galvantulas act?) Emmet's Joltiks love to swarm and protect you over the smallest of things they perceive as 'threats'. They'll even bring you little gifts they find like buttons, berries, bits of ribbon/cloth, gemstones, really just anything the Joltiks know is safe for you to keep.

Frosmoth Ingo- cold temperatures become your favorite places to be, sometimes even luring you to open the fridge/freezer door and just stand in front of the cold air (Ingo has to be the one to keep you at a normal human body temperature since all the cold could cause some serious risks to your health). In a similar way to Chandelure Ingo, only being near him or cuddling with him placates you.

Chandelure Ingo- the complete opposite of Frosmoth Ingo. You suddenly want to be in all too warm places that pose a safety risk; sitting in a bathtub full of the maximum temperature water your shower can be set to, feeling not quite warm enough ever (except for when you're in direct contact with Ingo), wrapping yourself up in so many blankets that would make a regular person sweat at the sight of, etc. You nearly gave him a heart attack after asking his Chandelure to set you on fire-

Eelektross Twins- maybe wanting to be around or in water a lot more than considered normal. Sunbathing quickly becomes a habit that they happily join you in. Both lads always watching you like a hawk when they deem it safe for you to swim with them, but not too far from shore, as one of them will always have a hand on you as precaution. And since I love the idea of Emmet & Ingo doting on their precious mate... they'll bring other water pokemon- which of course they make 100% sure pose no threat- to swim with you.

Sorry for the long post I got an adrenaline rush and funneled it all into sending you this... (//ˊᵕˋ//)🤍🖤

see anon, you're better than i. i wish going to say "yeah i guess s/o gets the urge to eat galvantula hybrid emmet's spider food in his web" also don't apologise! i love when people send in their personal hcs and thoughts!❤❤❤

I think in the case of Chandelure Ingo, it would be more so trying to consume his flames (because they should contain human souls) and him going "No!" and like stopping you. He is terrified when he sees "human soul taste like what?" in your search history. His precious Litwick offspring will not need that. They can eat human foods because they are a hybrid. He will be bottle-feeding them if it gets down to it. (WHAT IF IT WAS AN URGE TO EAT WAX???)

It's funny for the Eelektross hybrids because you're actually not supposed to eat too much seafood while you're pregnant, nor can you eat raw fish. But actually, in the case of developing Tynamo hybrids, it's better and encouraged! So long as it's safe for the pregnant party.

It's more like Galvantula Emmet's web has a slight electrical pulse that he made... It's very weak and not dangerous at all, but since you kept asking him for it. He's happy to leave you cocooned, but Ingo reminds him that it's good for your body to move around. You will be removed and made to go on walks. I love the idea of the Joltiks becoming your sworn protectors (outside of Emmet) and getting 'violent' when someone gets too close. (They get a light shock and hissing spider.) The little gifts are adorable, but they mostly just lie on you and enjoy the pulse on the web.

Frosmoth Ingo's partner out in negative 3 degrees celsius/26 degrees fahrenheit just vibing in a baggy t-shirt and shorts. Ingo is approaching with a thick blanket to swaddle you in and drag you back inside. He understands that the Snom hybrid is demanding colder weather and you body is adapting well, but hypothermia is always threat! He is happy to cling to you and keep your body pleasantly chilled. A lot of his time will be consumed by making sure the baby is at safe temperature when they are born.

Chandelure Ingo on the other hand... Well, heatstroke concerns him. Especially as you turn on the heat when its 38 degrees celsius/100 degrees fahrenheit outside! Then you crawl under three duvets! He's turn the heat off and limiting you down to one blanket and cuddling you. It's then you feel content, snuggling into the inhuman warmth of his body. He holds you close and relaxes. He didn't think Litwick hybrids messed with human biology that much...

The Eelektross twins honestly will get a kiddie pool for you put some ocean water in it, then let you sit in that. They understand it's the babs playing with your urges and because it's a nonhuman pregnancy they are going to get weird, but they will not be letting you drown. Also, feisty fish men blocking off an entire section of the beach because it is too close to their pregnant mate. Emmet just skipping floating and crawling on his arms, throwing up sand wildly, to chase someone away. Ingo just pulls you close and glares.

#interna fi #ingo.ima #emmet.ima #pokehybrid au

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blatt-writing-place · 2 years

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Pokemon Description No.1 : Flame

Species:Litwick

Nickname: Flame

Age: unknown

Gender: ♀️

Status: cought(previous wild), battle pokémon

Home: Galar region, Wyndon(house of her trainer)

Type: Fire/Ghost

Ball: regular Pokéball

Item: -/-

Ability: Flame Body

Attacks:

-Flamethrower

-Hex

Will-o-wisp

Poltergeist

Special Appearance features: -/-

Favorite food: Flame is a big sweet tooth, if you leave everything sweet in the kitchen , it's gone in the blink on an eye( her trainer still can't belive how a whole cake could fit in such a tiny creature, Flame just keep looking at him with an adorable and innocent smile while a few crumbs stick to her cheek)Interestingly though , while most pokémon and human like sweet OR spicy stuff , Flame loves both flavors, so you have to keep an eye out for spicy food as well.

Her favorite berry's are the spicy Cheri Berry ,the sweet Custap Berry and the sweet and spicy Liechi Berry

Personality: She's a bit shy and very careful towards strangers, many people are afraid of litwicks because they have the ability to take people's souls( she would never do that!), she didn't want to scare anybody, she makes sure that everything is alright before she comes near. But towards her trainer and people she already knew and like, she has a complete personality shift, she is a little trickster now and very playful, she steals food at every opportunity and loves to hide her trainers things. And whenever it looks like she's got in trouble because of her shenanigans, she just cute her way out of the situation with an absolute adorable smile, an innocent soark in her eyes and her tiny little arms stretched up in the air asking for a cuddle.

Hobbys: She loves playing and pranking(poor trainer is the main victim),her favorite game is her version of hide and seek,she hides something important and her trainer runs trough the whole house trying to find whatever she have hidden this time.

"Flame , you know i love you and i love playing with you , but PLEAS stop hiding my keys, i will be late for work AGAIN!"

Of course she is a big fan of training too, cause it will help her reach her dream. After a long day spent with training and battles,she loves cuddling and watching TV with her trainer an his other pokémon.

Dream: Her dream is it to evolve into a chandelure one day. Her trainer already found a Dusk stone and now they both wait for Flame to get strong enough to evolve into a lampent.

Miscellaneous+Trainer info:

Flame is the newest pokémon in the team

Her trainer works at the battle Café in wyndon. He rarely uses Flame in costumer battles since she's not strong enough yet, as one of the stronger staff trainer in this location he -of course-get's stronger opponents then the others ,to strong for Flame to have a chance yet, even gym leader visit this café sometimes.

They keep training on route 10 and around the town,sometimes at free weekends in the wild zone.

She met her trainer not a long time ago,that day she made her way trough the wild zone looking for a few berry's to eat until she fell into a raid den near the entrance to Hammerlocke . Suddenly a red light appeared and she dynamxed. A trainer passing the area saw this, not only was a Litwick the exact pokémon he was looking for, it was also a nice challenge to fight against a dynamaxed pokemon. It wasn't a long battle and it ended with the wild Litwick getting cought by the trainer. After a visit in the poké center she got released from the pokéball and they sat down on a bench. The man was thinking ,

"You know , i always loved the flames of Litwick's and it's evolution ... i think i call you Flame now" . And Flame chirped happily .

A few weeks ago, they visited the isle of armor for an open training weekend at the dojo, that's where the attack tutor taught Flame how to use the attack Poltergeist(it's now her favorite one because she can use it easily outside of battles to play).

#pokemon #pokemon description #litwick #oc #pokemon oc #written by blatt #art by blatt

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trustymikh · 2 years

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At least the coffee is safe

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teamconductors · 2 years

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Pokemon Mystery Dungeon: Lost Tracks of Time, Chapter 12

Summary: The morning after Team Conductors helped Lady Electrode, the arrival of an injured pokemon sends the team ablaze into action.

Author’s Note: This was a hard chapter to write. The energy I got from hyperfixating on this fic is wearing off, especially since my workplace is having me work long hours for the past week. So yeah, that’s why this one was later than normal.

You know how in Arceus Legends, the Nobles go into a frenzy but they all just stay around their seats and wait for the player to come and fight them? Yeah, I always thought that was weird.

Thank you as always to @furiouskettle. You know what you did!

(Shippers DNI)

Sneasler somehow managed to fall asleep. She couldn’t remember her dream, but it made her toss around the blankets of her makeshift bed. Thankfully for her, a certain rescue team would wake her up at the crack of dawn.

“GOOD MORNING!” Ingo and Emmet said at the same time right outside of Sneasler’s tent.

Sneasler flailed awake. Grumbling under her breath, she stepped outside to find the twins making their rounds around the guild with Chandelure in tow. “Oh my Arc- Seriously, guys?!” Sneasler rubbed her eyes. “Yesterday was rough. You’re allowed to sleep in, it’s okay.”

“Nonsense!” Ingo said. “We have a schedule that we must follow, regardless of the previous day’s activities.”

“Why are you like this…” Sneasler held her head in her hands.

Behind Sneasler, Electrode rolled up to her. “Good day, my dear. Did you sleep well?”

“No,” Sneasler said, keeping her head in her hands.

“Oh, I’m sorry, that’s a shame.” Electrode chuckled.

“Good morning, Nobles,” Chatot said as he walked up to the two. Irida followed behind him, looking worse for wear. “Glad to see you’re doing well~”

“What, worried we’d go back to a frenzy or something?” Sneasler asked.

“Correct,” Irida said. She yawned and then continued. “But since you appear normal, may I ask you to check on the other Nobles today?”

“Of course, my dear!” Electrode hopped closer to Irida. “I was at my Seat, so perhaps we should check everyone’s Seats first?”

“That works,” Irida said. “This land is vast, and travelling through the dungeons will not be easy, even for someone like you. We appreciate you service, Lady Electrode and Lady Sneasler.”

“What should be our destination, Lady Sneasler?” Ingo asked.

“Hm, let me think…” Sneasler lifted her head to think.

“Someone’s coming,” Emmet said. He pointed towards the sky at a pokemon flying to their location. The pokemon’s wings flapped in bursts instead of a uniform rate, losing them altitude between breaks. Their left wing worked more than their left.

Chatot’s and Irida’s eyes widened when they recognized the visitor flying towards them. “Is that… Pellipper?” Chatot asked.

The pokemon – revealed to indeed be a Pelipper – dove to the ground, barely catching himself before crashing. He landed and laid down on his left side. Irida, Chatot, and Ingo surrounded him. Several feathers fell out, and the scarf of his uniform had singed edges. His wing covered the right side of his body.

“…Help us… The post… The post is under attack,” Pelipper said between breathes. “The post office…”

“Stay with us. Does anyone have an oran berry?” Ingo asked.

“Little Pellipper, who is attacking the post?” Electrode asked.

Ingo gently lifted Pelipper’s wing. Several splinters sticked out of Pelipper’s body. Electrode quietly gasped at the sight. The strange splinters dug further into his skin, making him bellow. Ingo jumped back from the sudden cry.

Irida nudged herself under Pelipper’s left wing, supporting his weight so he could stand again. “Chatot and I will get Pelliper to the infirmary. Can I trust you all to help the Pelippers?”

“Absolutely!” Ingo said. “We’ll have Eelektross board and depart immediately.”

“Crap, those splinters… That’s a bad sign, isn’t it?” Sneasler asked while looking at Electrode for an answer.

“Yes, my dear. Those were stone splinters. It has to be Kleavor,” Electrode said.

***

Team Conductors and the Nobles ran across the path around Coronet Mountain that led to the Pelipper Post Office. Chandelure and Eelektross flew closely behind Sneasler, who carried the two Sneasels in her basket. Electrode rolled along their side.

Inside Sneasler’s basket, Emmet picked at the edge of the basket. The basket was well-woven, but his claws found a seam that he could not leave alone. He got a good hold on the seam and pulled. Emmet realized that it was the basket’s false bottom.

“Emmet, what are you doing?” Ingo asked. He was watching the outside as it passed them by and thus didn’t realize what his brother was doing until he felt the bottom raise.

Emmet reached inside and found a metallic purple plate. He pulled it out and turned it around in his hands. He ran his hand across engraved writings in a language he did not recognize.

“Put that back!” Ingo said.

Because Ingo had no indoor voice, Snealser heard that and asked, “What are you doing back there?”

“I found a plate,” Emmet said. That sentence made Electrode perk up.

“Hey, put it back! Don’t touch that… for safety reasons,” Sneasler said.

As Emmet placed the plate back into the false bottom, Ingo sniffed the air and coughed. “Do I smell smoke?”

Sneasler, Electrode, Eelektross, and Chandeure turned a corner and got a clearer view of Celestica Town. A tower of smoke stretched into the morning sky and formed an ominous black cloud. Several Pelippers circled the smokestack. Many of them shot Hydro Pumps and Water Pulses towards the source of the fire. Dark clouds heavy with water swirled above the smoke and rained down on Celestica Town.

“How comforting…” Eelektross said.

Ingo and Emmet popped open the top of Sneasler’s basket. “We’re almost at our destination. Is everyone prepared for a battle?” Ingo asked.

“Do we have a choice?” Sneasler asked.

“Not particularly. Duty calls and all,” Electrode said.

The group ran through the town’s entrance to a horror scene. Dozens of Pelippers laid scattered on the ground, fainted with either stone splinters sticking out of their bodies or burn marks riddling their bodies. The Pelliper Post Office was still semi-intact, but half of the roof and back wall was missing, as though someone cut the building with a large blade.

Inside the back of the building, revealed by the missing structure sections, was a single tree. The top of the tree a sliced off with the rest of the building, but it still stood tall amongst the fire. Attached to several branches of the tree hung numerous letters as though they grew off them along with the vibrant leaves.

“Is that…?” Sneasler asked.

“Yes, it’s the Rescue Request System. We call it the Rescue Tree for short,” Electrode said.

The swish of movement cut a large branch, making the branch crash onto the wall of the building. Another rush of motion wooshed from above the building and dropped in front of Team Conductors and company. The swift movements came from Lord Kleavor, who glared at Sneasler and Electrode with glowing red eyes. “Destroy the Tree…” he said, his voice straining with each syllable.

“Destroy the Post Office!” A growl from the distance signaled the arrival of Lord Arcanine, who sported similar glowing eyes.

“Great,” Sneasler said as she and everyone else felt a bit of physical weakness from Arcanine’s Intimidate.

“Did I look like that when you found me, little ones?” Electrode asked.

“No, you were less intimidating,” Emmet said. He jumped out from Sneasler’s basket and landed next to her.

Ingo followed his brother and tipped his hat to the Nobles. “Good day, Lord Kleavor and Lord Arcanine! If you don’t remember us, we are Team Conductors.”

“Ingo, now is not the time for politeness!” Sneasler said.

Kleavor jumped towards Sneasler with his axe arms held high. Sneasler held her arms up and took the impending X-Scissor with her claws. The collision blew wind around them, making the twin’s coats flutter.

“Damn you all for getting so easily possessed or whatever!” Sneasler wanted to strike him back, but she couldn’t move.

“Follow the rules and drive safely!” Ingo and Emmet said together. As an answer for Sneasler’s silent request for help, Ingo Iron Tailed Kleavor in the face while Emmet leaped from the hole he Dug and struck him in the chest. Kleavor looked at where Ingo struck him, which let Sneasler strike him in the jaw with Dire Claw.

Kleavor leapt back and slashed at Sneasler. For a second, she thought he missed, but a gust of wind slashed through the air at her, Ingo, and Emmet. The Air Slash made Sneasler and Emmet flinch, but Ingo effortlessly shrugged off the flinch and struck Kleavor in the stomach with Poison Jab.

“Ah, of course you would go after me,” Electrode said calmly as she ran away from Arcanine. As she ran, she manifested balls of Thunder and shot them backwards to Arcanine. He surrounded himself with angry fire and charged through the orbs. He took the damage but caught up to Electrode. Towers of flames surrounded her as Arcanine struck her with Raging Fury. Electrode could only run away again as Arcanine became fixated on attacking her again. Before he made contact, Chandelure stood between them and took the attack.

“My dear, are you okay?!” Electrode asked.

The dust cleared, and Chandelure was not only unharmed but also their flames burned significantly brighter. Chandelure ran back to Ingo and Emmet, who were trying to distract Kleavor by running around him, and drowned the noble in Mystical Fire.

“Excellent use of Flash Fire, Chandelure!” Ingo said, making his ace jump in happiness.

Emmet took several steps back from the burning Kleavor. He scanned his surroundings to see if anything could give him an advantage against the nobles who both held many type-advantages against him. Then he spied small lakes scattered about the town and got an idea.

Meanwhile, Ingo felt a drop of water land on his ear feather. Then another, and another. The sky opened, and the dark clouds let go of their water. Soon, Ingo’s and Emmet’s coat were soaked, unnerving the twins from feeling the wet fabric.

“The Pelipper’s Rain Dance finally worked,” Sneasler said. “Too bad it’s doing nothing to Arcanine’s fire.” She looked over at the Pelipper Post, the building still burning but its flames could not spread. So many letters – the letters from the Pelippers crying for help to save the tree – grew on the branches that they broke off, becoming waterproof kindling to the flames trying to eat away the tree. She then saw Kleavor and Arcanine running back to the post office and went after them. Kleavor prepared his blade to destroy the building but got shocked by a gigantic bolt of electricity.

“Did you little ones know that Thunder is guaranteed to strike your opponent when it’s raining?” Electrode asked her allies.

“Yes, I knew that. I am Emmet,” Emmet said from the distance. He floated on top of the water coating the entire ground and rushed toward Arcanine.

“Emmet, is that Surf?!” Sneasler asked.

“Yes, this is Surf.” Emmet suddenly stopped behind Arcanine, and a giant wave washed over the noble.

“We will discuss this later.” Sneasler Drain Punched Arcanine at his waist, but he turned and Crunched down on Sneasler’s arm. Sneasler flinched from the surprise attack and could do nothing when he turned to deliver a Raging Fury at Emmet. Emmet tried to Surf away, but Arcanine was faster. Before spires of flames hit, Ingo ran and shoved his brother aside, tanking the flames and Arcanine’s brute force. Ingo picked himself off the ground and let the rain soothe his burns.

“Ingo!” Emmet Surfed again to get his brother, but Kleavor flew in and swung at Emmet’s stomach with his Stone Axe. The little Sneasel was sent flying and crashed into the wall of Pelipper Post. Sparks of pain ran through his skeleton. He was imbedded in the wall, but he pulled his arm out to inspect the pain in his stomach. Just like the ones on the Pelippers, stone splinters riddled Emmet’s stomach like it was a pincushion.

“They’re not slowing down…” Eelektross Thunderbolted Kleavor and Arcanine again and again, alternating his aim between the two. Next to him, Chandelure shot Shadow Balls at Arcanine, who obliterated all of them with Crunch. “We’ll go down… before they do…”

“We might not need them to faint,” Electrode said as she shot homing Energy Balls at Kleavor. “My dear Sneasler, how did you lot free me?”

“Uh, you were tired from Hyper Beam, and Ingo decked you in the forehead…” Sneasler said, her eyes widening as she said each word. “Wait, Ingo decked you in the forehead! Oh duh, that’s gotta be it!” Sneasler wondered for a second if her lack of sleep was affecting her ability to think.

Emmet peeled himself from the wall before Kleavor struck him again. Though the attack missed Emmet, it hit the front of the building and sliced across the entire wall. Ingo and Emmet both covered their ears right before the impending building collapse. Wood and stone crashed to the ground, crushing more walls until the post office looked as ruined as the rest of the town. The Rescue Tree towered above the remains, refusing to collapse from a little fire. The Pelippers above continued their Rain Dances to make the weather stronger and Water Pulses to put out Arcanine’s flames. They even aimed some at the two Nobles, though they dodged them with little effort.

Kleavor watched the building burn and break apart, unaware of the ground rumbling beneath him. Emmet had used Dig to surprise him and kicked Kleavor in the forehead. Nothing happened, other than Kleavor getting angry at him.

“I hit the spot. It didn’t work,” Emmet said, pointing at Kleavor.

Ingo once again ran into Emmet so that he could take Kleavor’s Close Combat. Kleavor slashed at Ingo, cutting up his hat and coat in addition to his body. The noble finished off the attack with a kick that sent Ingo skidding along the ground.

Ingo tried to stand back up from laying on the ground. His arms and legs shook. “I need to proceed especially safely now. I can’t take another attack...” There was only one oran berry left in his satchel, and he wasn’t sure if he should be the one to use it.

“Maybe I can try…?” Eelektross aimed a Thunderbolt at Arcanine’s forehead. Instead of causing an explosion of red light, the electricity shocked Arcanine’s entire body like normal. He shrugged it off like it was Joltik bite.

Chandelure’s face contorted into a pensive expression. They shot a Shadow Ball at Arcanine’s forehead. He shrugged off that attack as well.

“Maybe it doesn’t work with special attacks…” Eelektross said.

Emmet took another look at Kleavor and realized he was breathing heavily. “Close Combat reduces the user’s defense. We have an opening.”

“Don’t need to tell me twice!” Sneasler ran to Kleavor with Drain Punch. She aimed for his head, but Kleavor ducked and fell to the ground, sweeping Sneasler off her feet in the same motion. Kleavor then Stone Axed her in the chest, driving stone splinters into her skin.

“Sneasler!” Ingo ran to Sneasler and watched him prepare another Stone Axe, one that would make Sneasler faint. He was exhausted and would absolutely faint from taking the hit, but Sneasler could get more damage in than he could.

But Emmet had other plans. “All aboard!” Emmet Surfed towards his teammates and grabbed Ingo by the coat collar and Sneasler by her hand, dragging them away and narrowly getting all three of them to avoid Kleavor’s axe.

“Bravo!” Ingo tried to say but being in Emmet’s wake made him get water in his mouth.

“Okay, thanks, Emmet,” Sneasler said begrudgingly since he saved her with Surf.

When they travelled a safe distance to collect themselves, Ingo gave Sneasler his oran berry.

Sneasler held her hand up to tell him to stop. “Uh, I think you need that more than me,” she said.

“I insist, Lady Sneasler. The safety of my passengers come first, especially important ones like you,” Ingo said. He purposefully left out that it was his last berry.

Sneasler stared at Ingo for a moment, then she took the oran berry from his hand and scarfed it down as fast as she could. Ingo also tried to pick the splinters out from Sneasler’s torso, but he could barely reach them without jumping.

“This is your stop, Ingo,” Emmet said. “It is time for your break. We can handle the rest.”

“…Very well. Everyone, immobilize Lord Kleavor!” Ingo said, pointing at the noble. Emmet was the first to act by shooting an Ice Beam at Kleavor’s feat. Ice crystals covered his feet that he tried to break off, but more Ice Beams from Emmet replaced the ice faster than Kleavor could break it off. Chandelure increased the burn on their flames, intending to consume some of Kleavor’s life force to weaken him. While this happened, Eelektross used Thunderbolt to get Arcanine’s attention and prevent him from assisting Kleavor.

“Kleavor, I hope you like poison!” Sneasler rushed towards Kleavor with a Dire Claw ready. He kept flailing and trying everything to free himself from the ice, but she only had one attempt at this. With a little leap, she struck Kleavor at his forehead. Red energy and crimson shards burst from the spot and dissolved into thin air. Kleavor recoiled from the strike and closed his eyes.

He opened them again, his eyes no longer glowing read. “Where… Where am I?” Kleavor asked. He rapidly looked around. “What happened to the Pelipper Post?!”

Arcanine stared at Kleavor, his fires burning bright behind him. Five fireballs formed above Arcanine, and the flames and smoke around the post office remains gathered in the orbs and grew larger.

“What’s gotten into you, Arcanine?!” Kleavor asked. He readied an offensive stance and, after a moment, charged at Arcanine with his axes swinging. Arcanine’s fireballs shot at the ground in front of Kleavor, forming a tower of fire that hit some of the Pelippers flying around. A few Pelippers even fell out of the sky from fainting.

Kleavor did not faint. Instead, he charged through the fire spire and slashed at Arcanine with Close Combat. In retaliation from the myriad slashes, Arcanine Wild Charged into Kleavor and forced them both to enter the fire tower again. The fire then dissipated showing Arcanine and Kleavor both wheezing and barely standing.

“Allow me to finish this,” Electrode said. A ball of green energy formed in front of her mouth. She condensed the Chloroblast into the size of a marble and shot the Chloroblast at Arcanine’s forehead. Just like Kleavor, red shards and red light scattered into the air.

“Could… Could you do that this entire time?” Sneasler asked.

“Not really. Concentrating a Chloroblast into a little ball takes a lot of focus, my dear. I only had one shot,” Electrode said with a smile in her voice.

Arcanine stood back up and shook his head around. “Wh-What did I eat last night? I was at my Seat last I remembered…”

“Hi. I am Emmet. You were attacking the Rescue Tree.” Emmet pointed to the tree standing tall above the remains of the Pelipper Post Office. The Pelippers stopped circling around in the sky. The dark clouds began to dissipate, and the rain let up.

“Yo, it’s me. You two got possessed or something to destroy the Rescue Tree, but we stopped you in time… I think,” Sneasler said.

“That would explain why I feel so exhausted,” Arcanine said. “At least the tree is still standing.”

The trunk of the tree had several scratch marks, and its base had blackened from char. Several branches were either cut or burnt off, but the few that were left bore plenty of rescue request letters as well as leaves. Sneasler watched a single letter grow out of a branch.

“Is it really gonna be fine?” Sneasler asked.

“As long as it keeps receiving the letters, then yes,” Kleavor said. “We will need to gather all the other Nobles to repair it, though.”

Sneasler cringed. “About that…”

“We have reason to believe all the other Nobles are compromised,” Ingo said. He was leaning his body on Emmet, and Emmet had his arm draped on his shoulders. “We found Lady Electrode, and she tried to attack Lady Sneasler before we stopped her. Likewise, you two had a one-track mind to destroy the Rescue Tree until you realized our team was a threat to you. Seeing as the other six Nobles have not been seen performing normal operations as of late, it is safe to assume they are afflicted with what affected you three. We should try to learn of their locations and make the journey to free them from that which makes them frenzy.”

“Kinda weird that me and Electrode could free you two but not Emmet, Eelektross, or Chandelure…” Sneasler said mostly to herself. She looked at the pokemon she mentioned by name. Eelektross and Chandelure both shrugged while Emmet was too busy checking on Ingo’s condition.

“This is a guess, but it sounds like only us Nobles can free each other,” Kleavor said.

“Yeah, small problem with that theory: this guy-“ Sneasler pointed downwards at Ingo. Her stance resembled how Ingo and Emmet point at the ground during their poses. “was the one who freed Electrode.”

“Ah, Ingo? Your younger sibling?” Kleavor asked.

“That makes sense he could do it, too,” Arcanine said.

“…Okay, you guys are screwing with me,” Sneasler said with an exhausted, almost monotone voice. Her tone went back to normal for the next sentence. “You KNOW I was an only child!”

“’Was’?” Arcanine asked under his breath.

“Hello, Team Conductors!” a familiar voice called in the distance. Palina ran into Celestica Town but slid to a halt when she got a good look of the area. “That’s… a lot of Pelippers…”

The group of pokemon that were previously battling took a good glance around the area beyond the post office. Dozens of Pelippers still rested on the ground, their bills collecting the rainwater that pooled on the floor.

“Well, I was sent here to scout the area in case you needed help… But I see Lord Kleavor and Lord Arcanine are back to their old selves. By any chance, could you all help me carry these Pelipper back to our infirmary?” Palina asked.

“Of course!” Arcanine said. “We’ll be more than happy to!”

“And save a spot for Ingo... OW!” Sneasler remembered that she still has stone splinters in her chest when they dug themselves further in. She even saw in the corner of her vision Emmet wincing from pain and struggling to keeping his smile up. “…And us, too, I guess.”

“A-Are we too late?” an unfamiliar voice asked. From the southern entrance to Celestica Town entered a Chatot. While he had a fluffy coat like Irida’s Chatot, he had a dourer disposition and quieter voice.

“We might be too late for a battle, Iscan, but we’re on time to help the Pelippers!” Arezu followed after Iscan the Chatot.

“Oh, it’s you two!” Palina said. “If the Diamond Guild is willing to help, please do!”

In the end, Team Conductors helped Palina bring half of the unconscious Pelippers to the Pearl Guild while Electrode, Kleavor, and Arcanine assisted Arezu and Iscan with bringing the rest to the Diamond Guild. Though the housekeepers of the guilds seldom outright feuded with each other due to their leader’s rivalry, there was still something special in the almost-silent alliance to split their duties to the post office.

***

Gaeric, with assistance from Lian and Calaba, commandeered several guild rooms to accommodate the Pelippers injured from the Battle of the Post. Among the injured were the members of Team Conductors. Everyone was patched up quickly except for Ingo, who needed more time to rest on a cot.

Outside of the main infirmary room that Ingo was kept in, Sneasler and Emmet sat outside. Both had bandages wrapped around their torsos where Kleavor struck them with splinters. Emmet held his coat in his hands as he sewed it back together. The two sat in the hallway, waiting to hear anything about Ingo. Eelektross was too large to wait inside the hallway, so he was outside with Chandelure.

Emmet broke the silence. “Is there a problem with me knowing Surf?”

“Uh, yeah. You went ham with it at Electrolyte Lake and whizzed through, like, a fourth of the dungeon. Why do you still know it?” Sneasler asked.

“Because I knew we’d need it in the future. And we did,” Emmet said.

“Yeah, but… I even threatened you to forget it!”

“It was a bluff. You wouldn’t hurt me.”

“Okay, well… Maybe it was a bluff… Dammit, Emmet! You and Ingo got away from me so quickly! You could have easily gotten cornered without someone to get you out! What am I supposed to do if I found you both fainted?!”

“Oh, it was a safety concern? You should have said so.”

“Now you take me seriously? That’s all it took?”

“Yes. You gave a good reason.”

“Well… Guess I’m glad you didn’t listen to me or something…” Sneasler crossed her arms and turned her gaze away from Emmet. She yawned. “…I’m so tired… I’m… scared to sleep…”

“Hm? Why?”

“Electrode, Kleavor, and Arcanine all said they went to sleep like normal, then boom! They go crazy and start attacking me, you, the Rescue Tree, everything they care about. What if I just went to bed one night and woke up like that?”

“Then we would stop you.”

“You make it sound easy. You’re at a complete type-disadvantage to me, you do know that, right?”

Emmet finished repairing his coat. He draped it over himself like a blanket. “Yes, but I am Emmet, and my brother is Ingo. We have Eelektross and Chandelure, too. We would win.”

“Heh. Who knows? Maybe I’d win. Or maybe whoever’s doing this doesn’t think I’m a real Noble and we’ll never have to worry about it. Wouldn’t that be freaking hilarious, Emmet?”

“That doesn’t sound funny.”

“I guess it’s not… Bah! Look at me, getting all emotional and stuff!” Sneasler tried to stand up, but then she yelled and slid against the wall back to sitting position.

“Please remain seated. We are not departing until Ingo is back on his feet.”

“Fine, fine… Emmet, you got memory issues like Ingo, but you also said you were looking for Ingo before you two met again?”

“Yes.”

The two sat in silence for a moment. The only sound was Gaeric and Lian talking to each other in the other rooms about the Pelippers.

“…Could you tell me a bit about that?” Sneasler asked.

“Oh, okay. Well… I woke up on a mountain. I think it was eastern Coronet Mountain. I was alone. I only remembered my name and that I was looking for my brother. I couldn’t remember his name, but I knew he was taken from me.”

“Taken? By who?”

“Don’t remember. Amnesia. But I walked around. I found dungeons and entered them. The ones that went underground made me feel I was on the right track. I battled a lot of pokemon. I had fun, but I had a mission, too. I needed to find my brother, even if I didn’t remember what he looked like.”

“And that’s how you ended up in a volcano?”

“Yes. The Cobalt Volcano dungeon went underground, so I journeyed through there. It didn’t end well, but I’m glad I did it. I… I found him. I found Ingo!”

“More like we found you.”

“Ingo found me.” Emmet blinked frequently as he felt misty-eyed. “I… don’t want to be alone again, Sneasler.”

“…Yeah… Of course you don’t…” Sneasler allowed the two sit in silence again.

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Merged Tracks! C-10

Emmet had managed to convince Ingo to, once everything was settled business wise, take a vacation to Sinnoh. See how different it is! See how similar it is! Show Emmet where he lurked most often! Maybe they'd get lucky and see Hisuian Pokemon! Ingo didn't have the heart to tell Emmet that Hisuian Pokemon had gone extinct years and years ago, not including Baby Worthy. Despite that, he was definitely interested.

It had taken a few weeks to get everything arranged and ready. The travel part was easy. The finding places to stay was easy. Figuring out how to smuggle Baby Worthy in without causing a ruckus was the difficult part. She'd grown quite a bit in the past few months, so hiding her in Ingo's coat was no longer an option. That would have been especially difficult on a long ship voyage.

People turned out to be more distracted by the Subway Masters coming off of a ship than the oddly colored Sneasel one was carrying. What a relief.

They started in Snowpoint City. The only place Ingo felt remotely comfortable was near the Snowpoint Temple, and they were unable to get close as simple tourists. That was fine. Ingo had never gone inside of it anyway. Instead, they took a break nearby, Ingo told Emmet and Baby Worthy about a time that a bandit tried to rob him in the Icelands. The local Gym Leader came out to see why tourists had gotten so close to the Temple, and Ingo only called her Clover by mistake once. Startled that someone knew the name of her great-grandmother, Gym Leader Candice immediately challenged them to a battle. Emmet had to be physically restrained by his brother to stop him from approaching her at breakneck speeds.

And then Ingo let go.

Emmet lost that battle.

After dragging his defeated brother to the Pokemon Center, they set off southbound to Route 217. Despite the deep, deep snow, Ingo was more comfortable here. It felt familiar, even if he hadn't spent much time near the Pearl Clan. He was only distracted from this train of thought twice- Once by Emmet clocking him with two hands full of snow, and once by Chandelure popping out and making an appearance. He sensed something. Both Ingo and Emmet looked around for what he was sensing, but saw nothing. Emmet instead saw a bundle of Eevees nearby, huddled up and waiting for the brothers to pass.

"Go on ahead, little Eevees. We see you. Safety first! Everybody smile!"

With permission granted, the Eevees ran across the path, yipping and yapping. They were followed by two Glaceons, who both nodded to the brothers before following the Eevees and vanishing into the snowbanks. Emmet took several pictures.

Ingo saw this, but was more focused on a vague shape in the distance. Definitely a ghost, given that Chandelure was also staring at them. He recognized that silhouette.

"Lady Irida," Ingo muttered, tipping his head politely.

"Huh? Is someone there, Ingo?" Emmet asked, looking around. He didn't see it. Instead, he started marching forward, only for Ingo to hold him back. Without prompting, Chandelure began to melt the snow around them. There was a graveyard here. That's what Chandelure had appeared for.

"We are changing our course, Emmet. We cannot track our boots through this place. It would be far too rude."

Emmet didn't question this decision. Ingo placed a single berry on the largest headstone. Emmet took several pictures. The Eevees and Glaceons watched as they left before settling around the headstone. A single Leafeon joined them. ---- Ingo stopped walking as soon as they reached Route 216, and Emmet stared at him. Emmet, no longer watching where he was going, smacked into a boulder.

"Mount Coronet," Ingo announced, pointing towards the mountain, "I worked the Highlands further south of here. Let us make our own path."

Ingo grabbed Emmet's collar and dragged him off the beaten path. He didn't like it there, and he didn't feel like battling any trainers they might come across. Mt. Coronet had been largely inaccessable when Ingo had been there last, and he intended to take paths he knew. Things change, but mountains largely do not. He knew where caves to duck into were, he knew where you could safely slide down the side, he knew where the dead ends were. Beaten paths were for those intending easy and convenient travel. Ingo wasn't feeling that today.

Baby Worthy never strayed far, even without the leash. She'd never seen the mountains before, yet she climbed alongside Ingo like an expert. She'd inherited her mother's skills. Baby Worthy was clearly enjoying herself!

Emmet struggled. He had little to no experience with rock climbing like this. He knew how to traverse them in an emergency, but otherwise ended up getting left behind. He was okay with it, though! He was happy seeing Ingo and Baby Worthy having such a good time! If Ingo had been able to learn so quickly, then Emmet could too!

But not now. Archeops could deal with it for him! Archeops knew Fly. It was fine!

It was fine until Archeops dropped him off a ledge. Ingo had slid down the mountain-side expertly, and Archeops wanted to see Emmet do it! Emmet proceeded to Rolling Girl it until he got his footing back, and he still slammed into Ingo at the bottom. Archeops laughed at him from high above, until something big and round was thrown at him by Baby Worthy.

"Oh, a Voltorb," Ingo noted, not even fazed.

"Weird looking one!" Emmet added. Neither of them did anything as Archeops got shocked for his crimes of dropping his trainer for fun.

"A Hisuian Voltorb, it's half grass type," Ingo corrected, catching the Voltorb as it came back down. "One of the historians I wanted to work with has one. We're supposed to meet at Route 208. I presume you're it, then?"

The Voltorb chirped in his arms. They were just happy to be held! ---- The historians all fawned over Baby Worthy, and she loved it! She didn't know half of the human words they were saying, but she understood the important ones! Poison, sharp, cute! Perfect, beautiful, baby! She didn't mind being handled- She liked being handled! Hold her! Pet her! Hold her paws and pat her head! Measure her height and give her a berry! She got to do climbing with Papa! Baby Worthy was having a good time.

Emmet had wandered away. He was still in frame, just verrrrrrrry distant. He didn't want to stand there and just talk about Baby Worthy. It got too boring, too fast! Verrrrrrry boring! He wanted to explore! Emmet waved to Ingo, and then pointed to a nearby cave entrance. He was going to explore now! Ingo gave him a thumbs up, and Emmet immediately turned on his heel to go explore. Safety first! Archeops sat on his shoulder, with his wing over Emmet's head. Everyone smile! Proceed! Emmet whipped out a flashlight. It was still daytime, but it was better safe than sorry! ---- Emmet returned two hours later to not much having changed other than the time of day. Only half an hour had been spent checking out the shallow cave- The rest had been spent taking a nap until nightfall. The historians were still there. Baby Worthy was still there. Most importantly, Ingo was still there.

Ingo was smirking. Emmet couldnt help but stare at his elder brother in wonder- That was a verrrry rare expression! The historians were huddled over something that Emmet couldn't see.

"What is all this about? I would like to eavesdrop!"

Emmet was grabbed by the collar before he could interrupt.

"They're looking over my flute," Ingo explained, "They're dating it. I already told them everything I knew, but that will confirm it. And I know I'm telling the truth. I was there!"

He was proven correct soon after. The flute was chemically dated as being over a hundred years old, and Ingo only got MORE smug. He'd been proven right, and he fully intended to let everybody know it. Baby Worthy copied his expression, so now there were two Scraggy-smiling scrunklies just standing there, being unbelievably smug.

It was too quiet now. Emmet really wanted to just make a noise of some sort. But there were people here doing important history stuff.... Oh, better idea.

Without prompting, Emmet stated "Ingo, I had a dream about punching a funny horse." He didn't expect much of a reaction, so when Ingo whipped his head around to stare at him, Emmet didn't have an immediate reply. It took him a moment to get his words in working order, and he twirled a hand in the air to speed this up.

"Is that weird? I don't think Girafarigs get that tall, so it wasn't one of those..."

Ingo kept staring, so Emmet kept going.

"A big pony thing said I could battle it! I was excited! But I didn't have any Pokemon with me. I'm pretty sure I won anywa-- Hey? Where are we going?"

Ingo had grabbed Emmet's wrist and started trudging up to the cave Emmet had been napping in. Despite their efforts together, they found nothing new. Oh well!

Exhaustion finally catching up with him, Ingo sat down on a small patch of grass. What a long day it'd been. Next to him, Emmet flopped down onto his back and stretched an arm out. After a moment of observing this, Ingo laid down next to Emmet, making sure his shoulder was touching Emmet's. He then raised his own arm up next to Emmet's. Yes. This felt right.

Baby Worthy curled up under Archeops' wings, cuddling a white pokedoll he had given her. Where he'd gotten it, she wasn't sure and she didn't care. It was soft.

Ingo and Emmet glanced at each other, and in sync joined their raised hands together. Sure, they could reach for the stars whenever they wanted. But why? They didn't need to reach far when they were together, after all!

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