#lady sneasler my beloved | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

crystcrm · 1 year

Note

A male reader blog? In this economy?!? What are the fucking odds?

Unrelated but oogh I love your formatting it's so 👌👌👌 makes my braincell very pleased

Anyways!! Please feel free to disregard this if you aren't actively taking requests, I just wanted to write this idea down before I forgot it haha. So... Ingo, right? Mr train man. The yoinky sploinky.

I'm assuming you've played PLA (if you haven't my bad) but... Perchance some headcanons of a warden ingo and a male reader. Reader is a member of the diamond clan for that sweet forbidden romance.

For specifics, Reader has a weird affinity for Pokemon and has befriended a completely feral weavile that dropped through one of the space time vortexes!! His Weavile is homies with Lady Sneasler so naturally he and Ingo have become friends.

Anyways!! General relationship headcanons between them, perhaps a little sneakiness to avoid getting caught (even if they're extremely obvious and everybody knows) both sfw and nsfw are fine, whatever u feel like doin my man

For a final note, if you do named anons, can I b Bones Anon? Because I eat bones 🦴

Thank u have a good day

hello, hello ! ♡

why, yes, i do so happen to be a male reader blog! also thank you, hehe, i didn't think much about the formatting.. i just got inspired by seeing other writer blogs and went this is my style :)

anyway, looks like not only do we have our first request and first official post, but also my first ever anon! ♡

welcome to the cozy corner, bones anon! 🦴

yes, i have played LA! i've watched some, rp'ed some, but played even fewer for pokémon— i only have shield and LA, and i'm planning to get SV soon though! i absolutely love the idea you've bestowed upon me, ingo is such a skrunkle.

so, without further ado...

on the downlow ;; ingo x male!reader headcanons

content ;- fluff , nsfw , soft dom ingo , sub reader , anal sex , semi public sex , clothed sex , oral ( ingo receiving with implied reader receiving ) , sexy consent , creampie , cockwarming , implied aftercare , pet names ( darling )

not proofread. nsfw below the cut. minors dni.

> hailing from the diamond clan, values of time were always ingrained within you. sure, you weren't as vocal as adaman, but you held it in your heart. but as one who spends his time around pokémon, you never focused on "wasting" time, but rather "taking your time".

> no matter the type of beast you face, your patience never once ran thin, and you made tons of pokémon friends— some normal, but many out of the norm that many wouldn't ever dare approach.

> be it a raging ursaring, or curious ghosts that lurk, you always found a way to make friends. even this absolute feral weavile that everyone told you to not approach. it took way too much time, but you somehow managed to have it partner up with you.

> of course, with the help of the galaxy expedition team, you had found out that sneasel like cold places! you wanted to give your dear weavile some friends, so you decided to make a trip to the coronet highlands!

> little did you know, this little trip would sow a seed that would sprout over time. you met warden ingo, one who stayed with the pearl clan. it wasn't exactly you who initiated anything— but rather your beloved weavile had took an interest in lady sneasler.

and soon began this little relationship.

> ingo doesn't exactly have the pearl clan's ultimate belief in his heart— perhaps that is why he soon began to accept your presence around him and the pokémon he was the warden of. at first it was just idle chit chat as your weavile and lady sneasler began a friendship of their very own, but soon it grew. you'd exchange gifts and trinkets, things that reminded you of each other. it was wonderful, especially when he'd share a berry with you as he said you were as sweet as it.

> spending time out in the highlands meant it was often cold. despite your protests, claiming that you'll get used to it with "time", ingo's ragged coat would often be drapped around your shoulders. he thinks it's fitting on you, claiming that it was as though the "space" in his coat was perfect to hold someone like you.

> the protection of the ghosts you've befriended will always be something you cherish. for when night falls and you long for the other, they guide you in the darkness to meet him. he is more than happy to have you in his arms at the wee hours, and he secretly thanks the pokémon that guided you to him with little offerings.

> surely enough, some of the diamond clan would question your odd disappearances every time you went to seek him out. you'd never tell them where you went, despite them all being worried for you. after all, despite your patience with pokémon, it simply meant you were just as prone to trouble. sometimes the two of you would meet just outside jubilife, exchanging sweet affections hidden away from the gaze of your clans. nobody would be there, and it was perfect.

> by now, ingo proclaimed himself as an expert on... you. he knew you like his pokémon, the back of his hand. he knew what you'd like, where to find you... where you like to be touched, how his kisses affect you. yes... he does think he knows a lot about you.

he wants to know even more.

> nights in hisui were beautiful— the sky above was always astounding. but only one sight would maintain the spot of ingo's most preferred sight; you between his legs pleasuring him with your mouth. the same mouth that spouts flowery words as flirtacious remarks, the same mouth that peppers kisses across his cheeks. seeing you work so passionately to pleasure him makes him want to do the same to you. he will do the same to you.

> sometimes, touches go a little too far, and before you even knew it, the both of you are entangled in one another out in the open. far away from civilisation, far away from pokémon, the two of you are stuck in your own world with only each other. he holds you tightly by your waist as your legs lock around him, clothes barely tugged apart as he wanted you there and then. you couldn't complain, you wanted him too, after all.

> ingo always listens. "is this okay?" or "are you feeling good, darling?" are words you commonly hear in your ears as he gets intimate with you. holding you in an embrace so dear like no other, he makes sure you're always still there, feeling exactly what he wants you to feel. for as long as you tell him, he'd give his all to you and never less.

> you're intoxicating- addicting even. your tightness around him as him groaning in your ears and he simply wants to feel more. his hands roam all over you with a certain fervor, gripping down as he feels you up. your skin on his, you never expected that he was so close. the only sign you got was a low moan in your ears as he nuzzled in close, hips stuttering before he filled you up. you are always too good to him, and he wants to be just as good to you. he'll see to it that he'll clean up your messes, and he follows through every time.

> being a warden is hard work. it's stressful, especially when some other clan members are being nosy or bossy. when this happens, he can't help but want to seek you out. you are his saving grace, his divine angel that he wants to bask in the light of. when you finally meet him, you realise how pent up he is— but he doesn't want anything more but to feel you around him. he has you in his lap, his arms wrapped around you as he nestles himself within your warmth to stay there for as long as you both would like. the comfort of a lover has never felt better than this.

crystcrm 2022. do not reupload or plagiarise my works.

#crysts.corner #requesting.cryst #cozy.cryst #cryst.afterdark #trainer.cryst #cryst.secrets #bones.anon #pokemon x male reader #pokemon x reader #pokemon smut #pokemon legends arceus #pokemon legends x reader #pokemon legends x male reader #pokemon legends ingo #ingo x reader #ingo x male reader #ingo smut #pokemon ingo smut #smut

181 notes · View notes

pooka167 · 2 years

Text

PLA Dad Ingo and Uncle Emmet AU

Right so I'm adding my own contribution to the PLA fandom for Dad Ingo and Uncle Emmet. This gonna be quite long-winded, so heads up.

So this AU starts not long after the calming of a frenzied Palkia/Dialga and Akari's exile and then reacceptance into Jublife village.

Akari naturally is still shaken up over how easily the village turned on her cause you know she's a 15 year old child who was thrown into a new time and place with no memories and some weird mission given to her by God and all she wanted was a home.

Despite the support of Cyllene, Rei and Professor Laventon, and even after she saved them all due to Kammado's whole we don't trust outsiders mindset a good number of the villagers are hesitant to even go near her and some of the more paranoid ones think Akari only 'fixed' the red sky to ease them into a false sense of security before continuing her whatever it is she had planned.

As a result of these villagers unable to let go of such a harmful mindset whispers follow Akari around the village. Combine this with the unease and fear she still feels around Beni who made an attempt on her life and Kammado who threw her out even after she worked herself to the bone on his orders. Akari does her best to only return to the village when absolutely necessary to hand over extra research notes and such when Laventon isn't in the field.

She ends up spending most of her time in the Coronet Highlands with Ingo and Lady Sneasler. Ingo doesn't hesitate to offer his Warden's tent and Lady Sneasler's den as a place of refuge for the her. The two had always felt a sense of kinship right from the beginning having both been stripped of their home and memories and thrust into this strange new world. Over the time she'd spent previous in the highlands surverying and quelling Lord Electrode's frenzy they came to view each other as family (neither of them have admitted it to the other in fear of scaring the other off). Akari is even Lady Sneasler's 2nd option for baby sneasel watching when her Warden is unable to due patrolling the highlands.

Akari will not find out for a long time that when Ingo found out about her exile he had to be held back by Zisu while Cyllene talked him down from confronting Kammado and how the Warden now walks into town with his Gliscor glaring at Beni and the Commander so fiercely the two have taken to outright avoiding him whenever he is there to help train the security corps. They both tried battling him at the start and were soundly beaten unable to beat even one of Ingo's team and Ingo used the time to warn them to stay far away from Akari after that.

Anyways a few months of living with Ingo and battling with him allows for them both to recover a few memories about where they came from. The day Ingo is finally able to recall Emmet and Chandelure is the day the two finally piece together that they are most likely from the future.

Remembering his brother and his beloved partner is a catalyst and soon after Ingo's memory is fully recovered and now longs for his brother, his pokemon, his home and Gear station. He hides it well but Akari notices and is determined to send him home, not realizing that while he longs for home Ingo is loathe to leave his pseudo-daughter behind and is content to wait for her to complete her mission and find a way home for them. He knows Emmet and his pokemon will understand. They never abandon their passengers.

Akari gets an idea not long after thinking about it, at this point in time the search for the plates with Volo is slow going and she has yet to finish the vague request of 'Seek out all pokemon' but she does have the legendary pokemon of time and space so maybe they can help. So while Ingo is patrolling Akari makes the trek to the Temple of Sinnoh and lets Dialga and Palkia out of their pokeballs and asks if the two can send them home. Adaman and Irida are with her to translate both eager to help her when she reveals that her and Ingo have recovered enough of their memories to realize where they're from.

Unfortunately Dialga and Palkia reveal sorrowfully that they are unable to send Akari home as she was sent her by a power much stronger than their own but they can send Ingo home as he was displaced and was never supposed to be here in the first place.

Akari agrees in a heartbeat willing to do anything so that her the man she's come to view as her father can go home to his twin where he belongs even it means potentially never seeing him again. Akari is no fool the task she's been given could take years and she refuses to keep Ingo stuck here with her when he could go home. Not when Akari isn't 100% sure she'll be able to go home even if she finishes her mission.

So she asks Dialga and Palkia to wait a few days and then she'll return here with Ingo so they can send him home even if he himself may not want to leave without her (Akari is appreciative for Ingo's care for her but thinks he only does due to their shared experiences and out of obligation so cannot fathom that he would rather leave with her than without her even with his memories restored). She doesn't want him separated from his brother any longer than necessary.

Irida agrees that Ingo may not want to leave without her so they devise a plan to get Ingo to the temple with the aid of Lady Sneasler who while will be sad to lose her warden also knew that he would one day return to where he came from (Lady Sneasler herself plans to go with Akari and reunite with her beloved Warden but first she must make sure one of her kits is ready to take up the mantle of noble.)

The day comes to send Ingo home and the unsuspecting warden is led to the temple by Sneasler and he finds Akari there with Irida and few others from Pearl Clan. The pearl clan members say their farewells with Irida thanking him for his service as Lady Sneasler's Warder and wishing him the best. Sneasler herself lays a clawed hand on his shoulder and purrs - her own way of thanking him. That just leaves Akari. Who at this point Ingo believes is coming with him.

Akari says a tearful goodbye hugging Ingo in a way not unlike when she would go to him for comforts on nights where nightmares of Beni, Kammado and other members of Jublife village misdeeds against her wouldn't leave her. It's only then Ingo realizes she's not coming with him. He starts to refuse, to try and convince Akari he could help her with her mission and the two could go home together but it's too late. Akari calls for Dialga and Palkia to send him home. The last thing Ingo hears before the girl he'd come to see as his daughter is torn away from him is a sorrowful "I love you dad, I know you probably don't see me that way but thank you for taking care of me." Then everything fades to black.

When Ingo can finally focus again he finds himself in one of the tunnels in Gear Station and Emmet who thinks he's a passenger who lost their way is coming to assist him. The two meet eyes and for a moment its silent before the two are rushing towards each other and hugging and crying and Ingo is swept up in the elation of finally being home and oh he couldn't wait for Akari to meet Emmet and then the shoe drops and remembers that Akari isn't with him because she sent him home before she could go home herself and that she never knew that he did in fact see her as his daughter and his heart breaks just a little.

Emmet who can tell something is off with his brother immediately takes him home and after another happy reunion with Ingo and their Pokemon starts asking questions. Ingo tells him everything from how confused he was when arriving in Hisui with no memories bar a vague recollection of Emmet and Chandelure to becoming Sneasler's Warden and meeting Akari and the whole red sky debacle and how he came home. How he was forced to leave behind Akari because she sent him home without her because she could and how he's happy to be home but devasted that it came at the price of leaving his daughter there. How he left her albeit unwillingly with Akari thinking he didn't care about her when she was his child in everyway but blood.

Emmet listens to his twin's story unravel and decides then and there they are going to find Akari even if they have to travel to Sinnoh and tame gods, this girl meant something to his brother had selflessly sent him home despite being one of the few people in the time she was trapped in willing to protect her and shield her whereas almost everyone else would get her to do the hard work.

So Emmet looks at his brother smiles with fire in his eyes and tells him to go pack a bag and a strong team and rest for their upcoming trip to Sinnoh to find his niece. The hopeful look in his brothers eyes and the crushing hug Emmet receives before Ingo goes to do just that is everything to Emmet. He just got his brother back and he'd be damned if he didn't get his niece back too. Emmet and Ingo had always been a two car train and anyone Ingo cared for Emmet did as well. Besides it'd be fun to finally be able to open a triple line and if his niece could tame two gods she was definitely up to the task of being a subway boss.

Well I hope you enjoyed this! There's probably going to be a part 2 cause this idea ran away from me! Lemme know if you'd like to see it!

Part 2 can now be found here!

#Dad ingo propaganda #pokemon legends arceus #I'm a simple girl I see potential for found family I latch onto it #This idea would not leave me so I'm putting it out there #pokemon akari #pla ingo #Ingo #Dad ingo #uncle emmet #Emmet #pokemon #Akari could be dawn in this idea but I haven't decided that yet #blankshippers dni

211 notes · View notes

fluffyfranny · 1 year

Text

WereZoroark Warden Ingo

Little hybrid AU idea inspired by a sick cosplay by @/hellishcrusade on TikTok! (If you see this, I hope you love reading this as much as I did writing it!)

You combine my favorite character with my favorite Pokemon? Self-indulgent story = MANDATORY.

Lil TW for blood; angst inbound as well >:’3

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It happened again.

You sighed to yourself as you gazed out at the slowly setting sun from the balcony of your little hut. A chill began to thicken in the air, making you pull your cloak closer to you. Your ace Pokemon stood poised at your side, giving you a sideways glance with what seemed to be a tinge of sad sympathy before returning their own gaze out across the expanse of the Cobalt Coastlands where you resided.

Warden Ingo of the Pearl Clan was a punctual man, always committing to his schedule and heeding every order on time. Hell, he would show up ten to fifteen minutes before the allotted meeting time in order to prepare for whatever, or whoever, awaited his presence.

That's what made you admire him so much.

Ever since you both fell from the sky from that godforsaken rift that supposedly tore the both of you from your beloved homes, you two were practically attached at the hip. From the moment you stepped foot into Jubilife and became known as the Hero of Hisui, he wished to personally observe your success.

He insisted on overseeing your journey to fill up the Pokedex. He always had his ace Gliscor and Lady Sneasler at the ready to come to your aid if an Alpha proved to be too troublesome for you to fight alone.

He may not be the most recollective, but he's still the personification of a gentleman at heart.

And he is why you await patiently outside, cloak tugged a little tighter as a breeze began to blow and the sun began to set below the horizon.

He was to take you on a well-deserved vacation, for the both of you, to the very summit of Mt. Coronet. He would see to it that Lady Sneasler would assist you both in traversing the particularly steep slopes of the mountainous hills below it with a ride in her basket.

However, they were to meet you promptly before the sun finished setting, but the fiery orb had already concluded its descent.

You wondered what the reason behind the delay was, but you tried to brush it off. Ingo was a Warden, for crying out loud. That meant he had quite the handful of duties to carry out throughout the day.

"He must have gotten caught up again..." you pondered to yourself, sparing a glance at your ace before turning back towards the front of the hut. "I don't blame him, but this is the third time this has happened."

Ingo had planned on taking you to Coronet's summit two months ago, but a recent string of attacks by an unknown entity had required the Wardens and Commander Kamado to be on high alert. One of said attacks occurred on the night you were to travel to the summit, leaving a group of Teddiursa cubs without their mother Ursaluna, who had been viciously mauled and left for dead halfway into her own cave.

Ingo profusely apologized the next morning for his absence and had promised you that he would rearrange the vacation for the very next month.

However, the very next month, on the very same night you two were to depart, another grisly attack occurred and left a pack of Kleavor without their arms. Ingo had insisted the morning after that that he was called to oversee their burial, to which you nodded and reassured him that it was just a string of bad luck on your part, but one day...

One day... you would have a proper night together.

However, a few things struck you as odd...

Ingo always insisted he was with the other Wardens following the attacks, but when you went to question Irida about his condition after the first incident, she stated that he wasn't there to tend to the Teddiursa cubs.

"Odd..." you pondered after hearing that intel. "He told me he was..."

Following the second attack, you went to Irida again to question if Ingo had, indeed, went to oversee the burial of the Kleavor, to which she responded,

"He did indeed come to me and state that he was to carry out that mission, but Kamado had made no such demands for such a thing."

Now that puzzled you even further. Ingo wasn't the type of person to make up excuses or not show up to carry out demands made of him.

Additionally, the attacks always seemed to occur on the nights Ingo planned to take the two of you on vacation, and he was also seemingly missing on each of the separate occasions. Nobody even specified what the creature was, but if it was able to take down an Alpha Ursaluna and eviscerate a whole pack of Kleavor, then it must be pretty damn strong.

So what on Earth was going on…?

Your thoughts were interrupted by a piercing scream that seemingly echoed from the woods in front of your hut, making you jump out of your skin for a split second before grabbing the railing in front of you for stability. Your ace perked up at the noise and braced itself at your side, ready to attack.

Ingo had warned you that, if another attack were to occur, you should never head towards any suspicious noises, no matter how dire they may sound, for you and your Pokemon’s own safety.

But still, whatever, or whoever had shrieked sounded like they were in extreme pain. Your inner empath couldn’t help but feel bad for the poor soul that might be falling victim to whatever beast lurked the region…

Another guttural yell rang through the air, and this time, you tried to pick up on the tone of the voice. Judging by how gritty it was, it was definitely a man… but who?

Adaman? Iscan? Commander Kamado?

Or was it…

No, it couldn’t be-

It was.

“Ingo…” you whispered to yourself before adrenaline set in and you bolted across the porch and down the steps, your ace in tow. “Ingo!”

The screams seemingly came from the woods directly south of your hut, which meant that the danger laid somewhere within Deadwood Haunt, where plentiful Ghost-types roamed and waited to claim their next victims.

A third pained cry echoed as you beelined towards the trees, trying to pinpoint where Ingo was amidst the foliage. You huffed with every breath, the edges of your cloak waving wildly by your ankles while sweat began to bead on your forehead despite the nip in the air.

Once you reached the edge of the trees and shrubs that separated the smooth hills of your Coastland home from whatever hell awaited you in the Haunt, you stopped to catch your breath, hands on your knees as you looked up from your hunched position. Your ace remained fixed by your side, taking in the environment every which way to keep an eye out for potential threats.

“Stay close,” you whispered to your partner, to which they nodded in response before resuming their lookout as you both strolled deeper into the Haunt.

“By Arceus’s name, please let Ingo be okay…” you silently prayed as your eyes were trained in front of you.

Your head quickly snapped up when you heard a sharp crack resound from somewhere around you. You and your ace collectively flinched as you scooted closer to each other, head whipping around to try and locate the source of the noise, all the while trying to breathe calmly in the now eerie silence of the Haunt.

You closed your eyes to steady your breathing and slow your racing heart before looking up again.

You and your ace stood in another few moments of silence before what sounded like scratching on wood began to reverberate through the trees. It paused after a second, then resumed for another second before ceasing again…

Followed by a low, inhuman growl that would have made an Arcanine freeze over.

That sent a collective shiver down you and your ace’s backs. They nudged you and looked to your right, emphasizing where they heard the commotion.

It seemed to come from behind the thick oak right in front of you.

Your ace went first, moving slowly and as quietly as they could to avoid aggravating what hid behind the trunk. You stared at them with a look of worry, but they nodded to the side and insisted that you follow before they turned back and headed towards the tree.

And follow you did, slowly and on your tiptoes while looking at the ground to avoid snapping any loose twigs.

A distressed huff from your partner made you look up and meet their eyes, which were wide and full with what looked like surprise. This triggered you to stride faster towards them and join them at their side.

Once you reached the tree and resumed your spot near your ace, you looked down at where the noise had come from…

To confirm your nightmare was, indeed, true…

There, curled at the base of the tree, was Ingo, back turned towards you as he hid his face within his coat, which looked… absolutely more destroyed than ever, you realized. The parts covering his shoulders were torn open, and his sleeves were shredded. His hat also had a few new tears, letting more of his fluffy silver hair poke through.

You feared not for his coat, but how he was underneath. Mere seconds ago, you had heard some unearthly snarls from behind this very tree.

Did whatever had been attacking and killing Pokemon around Hisui get to him now…?

Your fears became slightly more likely as you looked up at the tree’s trunk, where a set of deep, jagged gashes graced the wood.

That’s what was behind the scratching earlier…

But where had the beast gone? It had to be close by if those sound had occurred mere minutes ago…

That would be saved for later. For right now, you had to check on your friend.

"...Ingo?" you half-whispered so as to not startle him in his vulnerable-looking state. You tiptoed through the snow towards him and raised a shaky hand, contemplating touching him as you watched his back rise and fall slowly.

"Well, he's breathing, thank Arceus..." you thought to yourself.

You reached out your hand and ghosted over his shoulder, watching as he shuddered from the sudden contact. You flinched for a moment before resuming a gentle rub of the area.

"Ingo, it's me. Are you hurt?" You asked, still in a whispery voice in an attempt to soothe his nerves. "I heard your screams all the way back home. Did the beast-"

Before you could continue or get a response, you heard a sharp intake of breath, followed by the most guttural, low-pitched growl you ever heard come from Ingo before. You quickly withdrew your hand and shuffled backwards, bumping into your ace who was quick to assert a defensive stance at your side, eyeing the Warden sharply.

With a turn of his head, the rays of moonlight peeking through the trees illuminated just how much danger you were about to be in.

Ingo's eyes were icy and glazed over, outlined with red and white kohl and with pupils now resembling slits. His face bore a set of pale scars that graced both sides near his cheeks and mouth, and a set of three, diagonal scars went down and over his right eye. A helpful smattering of what appeared to be blood coated his left cheek and the corners of his lips.

The sight of your longtime friend in such a state left you fearful of what had transpired.

You reached out a thumb to wipe at the blood on his face, only for his lips to perk up and show off pearly, jagged fangs, followed by an equally threatening snarl as the one before. He unveiled his hands from where they were tucked into his coat, revealing his fingernails to be just as sharp as his teeth.

You stared at him for a moment longer before taking a glance up at the moon that was directly above the two of you, then back down at Ingo. The color had completely drained from your face upon the realization you made.

"It was him after all..." you fretted internally. "No wonder he was missing during the attacks, because HE carried them out! And every night he did..."

You looked up again.

"It was a full moon..."

Your attention quickly snapped back to the beastly Warden when you heard the crunching of snow and the shuffling of his eviscerated coat. He was now standing at his full height, glaring daggers at you as you watched his heavy breaths leave in frigid puffs from his mouth.

"Whoa now, Ingo..." You held your hands up, trying to show that you weren't a threat, all the while sparing your ace a glance before returning your attention back to him. "You recognize me... right?"

He only responded with a tilt of his head and another misty breath.

"Right?" You whispered again desperately, not wanting things to go south.

But south they were about to go...

You could only watch as his face dropped before his teeth were bared once again, his throat rumbling with a newfound growl as he took a lumbering step in your direction. You ghosted a hand over your ace, who moved a few inches in front of you and countered Ingo's growl with their cry, daring him to come closer and try to hurt their Trainer.

You were not prepared for the lightning-fast lunge and slash of claws by the Warden towards you and your partner, who took the brunt of the hit. They skid through the snow a few inches back as you gasped, immediately wishing you brought Berries with you in case either of you were to become injured.

Too late now, and you didn't want them getting any more hurt.

"GO!" You suddenly shouted at your ace. "Get back home, quick!" They did a double-take and stared wide-eyed at you like you were crazy. Leaving you behind with the being that killed an Ursaluna and a group of Kleavor on his own? Hell no!

"Don't worry about me," you egged on, trying to spare them any more trouble. "I'll deal with him and try to make him regain his senses!" You turned and pointed in Ingo's general direction. You regretted your decision almost immediately as you saw him pacing towards the two of you again, body tense as if he were about to leap at you for a second time.

You saw him pause and ready himself for an attack as you made one final effort.

"GO, NOW!" You shrieked at your ace, who finally seemed to get the message and bolted from the Haunt, making their way back towards the forest's edge as Ingo launched himself forward.

You threw yourself to the side and barely missed being tackled before you regained your stability and made a run for it, slapping away low-hanging branches and vines as you huffed and puffed from the cold air, mere feet from the clearing. You could hear the thumping of the Warden's boots as he was in hot pursuit of you, keeping up much faster than you thought possible.

You finally broke through the long line of trees and saw your home just up the hill. You quickened your stride and decided to spare a glance backwards. You'd regret that decision for two reasons.

Reason number one: Ingo hadn't gotten farther away as you had wanted, but rather closer. He was still rushing after you, and if he stretched his arm out, he could grab your shoulder. That's how close he was to you.

And reason number two: turning backwards made you unaware of a stray plant root, which your foot catches underneath and causes you to tumble forward. You somehow manage to tuck yourself into a forward roll and regain your footing, but not before you felt a sharp burn on your left shoulder that caused you to yelp and look back again.

Ingo had managed to take a swing at you and connect, dragging his claws down your shoulder and your back, opening up your cloak that separated you from the bitter chill in the air. You slapped at his hand and continued running, hoping that your ace Pokemon got back home alright.

You were getting exhausted from running, your cheeks flaring red from the onslaught of cold wind, but you persevered. The claw marks down your shoulder began to sting as flecks of snow pelted the wounds.

As soon as the steps of your home came into view, you let out a barking laugh before it got caught in your throat and turned into a shriek as you slipped on a long patch of ice and spun awkwardly before falling back. As you were slipping, you saw Ingo a few inches away, his own chest heaving from chasing you all the way.

He raised his arm again to lash out at you, but not before you shielded your front with your arms and gasped as your head hit the ice, knocking you clean out.

The blood that had oozed from your shoulder streaked across the ice and snow as you slid forward before halting in a heap, the wind blowing your hair away from your face. Ingo skid to a stop at where you lay, his pursuit now over. He hunched over you and growled as he prepared another slash...

...and that's when he suddenly came back to his senses.

His eyes seemed to refocus as he shook the snow from his mutilated cap and wiped the back of his hand across his cheek. He looked at his nails and saw that they had been painted a fresh red.

Little did he know that it was your blood...

He tilted his head in confusion and worry, wondering what poor soul he had cut down this time. He glanced down and got his answer in the form of you in a crumbled heap, your mauled shoulder exposed to the chilly outer world.

His eyes tried to focus on your form, not recognizing you at first, but as soon as he saw the insignia of the Pearl Clan on your tunic...

He suddenly remembered everything.

Him on the way to escort you to Mt. Coronet at long last, his chest suddenly hurting, him telling Lady Sneasler to head back home and await his arrival. Him looking up at the sky and realizing that it was going to be a rough night for himself and whoever he might encounter along the way.

He remembered how he dashed into the woods of Deadwood Haunt, trying to find a suitable hiding spot a good distance away from any civilization so nobody would witness him in such pain. How his entire body began to itch and ache ahead of the change...

How his pained screams and growls caught your attention and brought you and your ace to his supposed aid...

...and how he hurt you.

How you laid unmoving in the pile of snow that had begun to build on all sides of you. How the ground and ice around you began to take on a crimson color much like the tips of his hair.

By Arceus's name... he thinks he has killed his beloved.

The Warden, now taking sharper, more pained breaths due to shock, slowly lowered himself to your body and sniffed at the crook of your neck. When he didn't get a response, he reached out shaking hands and turned you gently onto your stomach, where the gashes he mauled into your shoulder were in full view.

He couldn't help but feel tears build up and threaten to freeze as they trickled down his face. He barely suppressed a whimper as his lower jaw quivered, but couldn't contain himself and let out a high-pitched whine afterwards, training his gaze onto the ground away from you upon realizing that he harmed you.

He hurt you.

He thinks he killed you...

Returning his attention to you, he launched himself into action and heaved you into his arms as gently as he could, careful not to claw any more of your skin with his nails. He noticed the stairwell of your home and bolted up them before practically flying through the door.

Kicking the door shut with his boot, he took notice of your ace in the corner of the room, who made a distressed noise, followed by a much angrier one as they saw the state of you. Ingo quickly nodded his head 'no,' trying to convey that it's not what it looks like and that he's here to help.

He maintained eye contact with your ace as he slowly made his way to your bed in the middle of the fire-lit room and lowered you onto it. He put his hands up to show your ace, who eyed him warily before nodding and gesturing at you, trying to say: "Help them, or I will tackle you into oblivion, so help me Arceus..."

The Warden nodded swiftly before rummaging through the drawers at your bedside, mentally scolding himself for invading your privacy as he looked for medicinal supplies. He snatched a roll of gauze out of one and began cutting it into strips with his nails, setting them aside before opening a jar of healing salve from another drawer and rubbing it into and around your wounds with his palms, not daring to use his fingers and make more cuts elsewhere.

Afterwards, he took the gauze and wrapped it around your shoulder before cutting off the excess with his claws and tying it off. He stepped back to assess his handiwork before letting out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. He glanced back at your ace with a nod, which they returned with a glare that said: "They better make it out alive by morning..." before he slid himself under the covers by your side, taking his hat off and setting it on the nightstand before he scooted as close as he could to you, burying his face in the crook of your shoulder and neck as he felt a bout of whimpers coming.

He cried himself to sleep that night, praying to Arceus and all his creations that you would wake up.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You woke up to your head pounding and thoughts groggy. It was the next morning, and you could barely remember what had transpired the previous night due to the hit you took to the head on the ice.

You tried to roll over, but were stopped by two things. First came the sudden sting of your shoulder, which you quickly shot a hand towards in an attempt to stop the pain, but found that it was wrapped in gauze. The inner layer of it was stained scarlet.

Secondly, you were stopped from sitting up by a deafening whimper at your side and what felt like arms tightening around you.

It all hit you right then and there.

Ingo...

Him being late to take you on vacation...

Finding him in Deadwood Haunt...

Running from him...

He was the beast that was responsible for the slew of attacks around Hisui, and you were his first human victim, yet you survived. You wondered why nobody had suspected him until you took note of the white hair that covered the backs of his hands and his red-tinted nails.

He was a were-Zoroark, you realized, and they supposedly still retained their illusion-casting abilities. Ingo must have set up a false vision around the other Wardens to make them think he was off to take care of business surrounding the creature those fateful nights...

When it was, in fact, him...

You felt your heart twang out of guilt at the thought of the amount of physical and emotional pain he went through on the three nights he had changed, including last night when he attacked you. You couldn't help but shift in his hold and lift your good hand to scratch at his much fluffier sideburns.

Ingo suddenly stirred awake at the sensation, icy-blue eyes opening slowly and making contact with yours. They quickly widened and sparkled with what looked like immense joy at seeing you alive before the hold on you became noticeably tighter as he practically squeezed you to his chest. He buried his face in your hair as he tried to muffle his whines and stop more tears from coming.

A few whimpers broke through, and you felt your hair slightly dampening. He was crying.

You couldn't help but feel your heart ache more at the state of your partner, and you felt your own tears welling up. You moved your hand from his head to his back and stroked it up and down as you let him cry it out.

Your ace perked up from their sleeping position as you turned to face them from your trapped spot on the bed, smiling at them and nodding as they returned the gesture and fell back asleep, leaving you and the Warden in comfortable silence, aside from his whining.

You stopped your rubbing of his back and slid a hand over his rough cheek and lifted it from your shoulder. He glanced up at you with watery eyes and trembling lips, his teeth slightly poking through from his upper lip. You gave his face a pat and stroked it with your thumb.

"I know you meant no harm, it was just instinct," you tried to reassure him. "I forgive you."

His eyes widened again, practically saying: "How could you?" You didn't wait for him to make another peep as you guided his head back into the crook of your shoulder, where he nuzzled and tickled you with his goatee. A brief snort left you before you resumed stroking his hair to try and help him rest, his whines now reduced to a deep purr that you could feel thrum from his chest and through your entire body as sleep took him before you soon succumbed, as well.

"Your secret's safe with me..."

#pokemon x reader #pokemon legends arceus #warden ingo #warden ingo x reader

71 notes · View notes

iam-emmet · 1 month

Text

//What am I doing with my life??

//this is basically a 'the story thus far' except it's set up like a bad infomercial

Are you bored with your life? Wanting to try new things? See new places?

No?

Well, who cares. Arceus sure doesn't. Congratulations, you've won a great trip to the wonderful land of Ancient Sinnoh! Don't worry about the people you left behind, you won't even be able to remember them anyways!

Welcome to Hisui, the historical name of the beloved Sinnoh region. Here you will learn to fight pokemon thrice your size in hand to hand combat, solve ancient feuds, and cope with the fact that almost everyone here hates your guts!

Just remember to trust your instincts, and if they say don't take the cold medicine, there's probably a good reason for that.

Along the way you will get a phone and contact people from The Future! This includes the twin brother of your soon-to-be adoptive parent (more on that later), as well as the leader of an evil team, and a bunch of other random people.

But not everyone hates you! You have the Warden of Lady Sneasler and some random kid on your side! And let's not forget the blond fuck-face who lives in the walls.

Oh no, it seems you've been sent Back to The Future. Now you're out of time twice! Unfortunately you're also wearing a modified version of an evil organization's uniform so you have to dodge Officer Jennys until you make it to the subway station some rando you met on the internet works at. Luckily, he's actually not a creep and he's your adoptive uncle. Not that you realize that, it's not like him and your dad look basically identical. Not at all...

But that's boring, so now you're going to a private school you probably broke into until a Dragonite decides to carry you off to another region. Whatever, you don't care. You've been displaced so many times it'd be weird if it didn't happen.

[We interrupt this program to give you: Emmet gets to not have to deal with anything bad as his twin didn't go missing. Dumbass decides to eat a weed brownie and is paranoid the weed monster wants to eat his joltiks]

It's fine, you get to catch this cute pokemon. You're smart enough to not eat its 'wish granting mochi' so nothing bad happens-

Oh look, your uncle finally caught up with you. He also hasn't slept in a week and is stupider than usual. Oh no he ate the mochi. Oh wonderful, he's possessed. Now you have to deal with your guardian completely delirious and convinced his brother is back when he's clearly not. It's definitely not scary to watch someone interact with something you can't see.

[We interrupt this program to give you: Welcome to Wonderland, Emmet spends the entire time absolutely blasted out of his fucking mind]

Your time has been cut short as some other God got bored of your existence. Goodbye, fuck you, no one needed to remember you anyways. You're now living in the Who-knows-where Place and get to watch the boy version of you deal with your problems instead. Also your dad went AWOL but we're not entirely sure what he's up to at the moment.

[We interrupt this program to give you: Alternate Emmet got Winter Soldiered after trying to get Ingo back from (where he thought he was) in Team Plasma and Akari didn't get isakaied]

You've actually interacted with that guy before, but you had more problems to deal with than an alternate universe version of your uncle being brainwashed.

That's all we got so far, but aren't you so glad you were chosen for this shitshow?

[@thetraveleroftime]

#pokemon irl #rotomblr #pokeblr #irl pkmn #irl pokemon #pkmn irl #//Ooc #//what is this plot? I dunno. I have no clue either #masterpost #< kinda #//I'll add to it as the plot continues. I was getting confused so I'm sure you guys were #//it's the shitpost blog for a reason #long post

5 notes · View notes

hehe-hoho-ohno · 6 months

Note

For the ask game:

🤡 What’s a line, scene, or exchange you’ve written that made you laugh?

🥺 Is there a certain type of moment or common interaction between your characters that never fails to put you in your feels?

🤡.

In Two Car Train there's a running gag of having silly dialogue tags, especially for Gaeric.

“Lady Sneasler warmed to him quickly as well.” Gaeric did a squat for absolutely no reason.

“Is that so? Maybe you are from Jubilife after all!” Gaeric did a celebratory squat.

“There’s a difference between plagiarism and inspiration.” Station boogied grumpily

🥺.

Unsurprisingly, I'm a sucker for soft sibling interactions. Platonic affection, my beloved

#asks #anon #thank you for asking!

3 notes · View notes

waywardstation · 2 years

Note

I feel like the reason Ingo wants to stay in Hisui at first (besides the idea of not remembering the people he knew all his life is terrifying) is his wish to make sure the people in Hisui stay safe. He was always wondering of his purpose in Hisui and after that encounter with Volo he stated that he will prioritize the savety of the people. Also his duty as Sneaslers Warden as well as his "debt" to the Pearl Clan he feels he has for them saving him. (It's mostly him being grateful but the way he is he would put the needs of the Pearl Clan above his own needs)

I mean sure he makes friends with Zisu and there is Lady Sneasler and her Sneaslets. And of course the Pearl Clan. But he never felt like he was verrry close to anyone in Hisui. Heck, he isn't even in the end screen enjoying himself with the others!

The closest bond he usually has in the stories is with Akari and when she leaves this will leave a gap for him as well...

I don't mean to nitpick at the idea of "he build a life in Hisui" but it always feels... weird to me. Maybe the way I see it is just much different than others, but while not getting it I'll respect it... (I don't mean to come off as offensive but I just wanted to share my thoughts on that)

Also it could play in mind with the whole journey into Ingo's mind. Him wanting to stay out of obligation and the fear of what lies in the future can definitely be hints at the state MS Ingo is in. And it could give a bit more impact on Irida encouraging Ingo to take the leap of faith into the future. They'll lose a treasured Clan member and friend in Hisui, but she knows there are loving people and family waiting for him to go home to. It's not going to be easy at all but it'll help making the decision easier for Ingo.

Sorry for the ramble but I wanted to share this. And sorry if I came off as rude... It wasn't my intention at all!

No worries Anon! You didn’t come off as rude or offensive at all! You presented an opinion you wanted to explain, and you did it in an incredibly respectful manner (and I agree with the opinion!) And rambles are fine! :)

In the game, Ingo does question why he’s in Hisui and what his purpose is. We have our purpose, to seek out all Pokémon, but if Ingo got such a message, he obviously does not remember. But as you said, while talking with Volo on your travels with Ingo, he states he will keep everyone safe. Safety is a big part of his character.

I know everyone has varying ideas with this and what they feel fits best, and I have moved around a little with this idea myself in uncertainty, but as of now I generally subscribe to the idea that you have.

It might help that in the train of thought AU, Ingo has only been in Hisui for several months to a year. Sure, Ingo has made friends (and a family of sorts) here, but it is not his home, where Emmet is, where his team is, and where the last 20-something years of his life were. It can be a hard decision to make, sure, but Ingo will choose his proper home over his temporary one in Hisui.

The hesitance to go back home, however, comes from Ingo not remembering anything about his past life. It can be hard to return to somewhere you know nothing about. How will you go back to your family and friends? You won’t even recognize them! You will be pretending you’re close with complete strangers, in a sense, and it will be uncomfortable. How do you bond with them when you know nothing about them to relate to? They will bring stuff up, and when you don’t remember it, it will make them sad and you will disappoint yourself. Your team of Pokémon will love you all the same, but they will be foreign to you. And you can’t stand to upset your beloved Pokémon. It will be a world you don’t recognize.

Ingo wants to go home, but he would not want to go back to it like that. Ingo would want his memories restored before he goes, at least to a degree where he can properly function around and remember those he loves.

With what you said about Irida, someone once suggested a similar idea too. At first, Irida would really want Ingo to stay. He is important, and she has become attached to him as part of the Pearl clan. But as she goes through his memories with Akari, she sees his life in Unova, and his family, and his friends. And she sees just how important he is to so many people. She knows he will have to go back to them. And she will grow to accept it.

Thank you for your thoughts Anon!! :)

#train of thought au

20 notes · View notes

ingo-ingoing-ingone · 2 years

Text

Submas Song Sunday #7

ello and welcome to Submas Song Sunday, where I take a song from my playlist and kinda just talk about how I think it fits the subway bros (or just one of em!)

I might include references to fanfic, or explain an animatic I can think up to the song, or just talk about it!

DISCLAIMER: Nothing on this playlist is intended to portray anything aside from familial relationships. I am NOT looking at backstories of songs, who they were written for, or songwriter’s intent. I go STRICTLY off lyrics and how I interpret them!

You may find a link to the playlist in my pinned post! If you have a song you want me to talk about, send it in :)

My gf @mostlycogent suggested this one for my playlist and we actually did some analysis of it together during a car ride lol. Thank you for indulging my need to collect songs for my blorbos :)

Song: Get Me Away From Here, I’m Dying by Belle and Sebastian

So this, again, like so many of these, takes place during PLA. But this one has a happy ending! It starts with the two of them apart, sure, but it results in a victory.

Oh, get me away from here, I'm dying

Now we open on Ingo doing his thing as a warden. I cannot... even begin to image what tf this guy went through adjusting to his new life. He went from modern poke-New York City to ancient poke-Japan. While his ripped coat does admittedly look pretty badass, and his extremely serious expression is piercing, you can’t argue it doesn’t look like this transition was really hard on him.

He doesn’t look OLDER to me, just... more worn. Do I think he’s LITERALLY dying? Nah. But he’s ‘aging faster’ in this world than he was at home. It’s taking a toll on him, and I wonder if he knows this or senses it’s the case. That this wasn’t exactly the life he was meant for.

Play me a song to set me free Nobody writes them like they used to So it may as well be me

Now I LOVE this line in reference to Ingo. To HIM, the melodies that he can only half-remember are in the past. His past. Hence, ‘nobody writes them like they used to’ because literally no, he cannot get electronic or rock or experimental music in Hisui. He only has his flute, which he can teach himself approximations of the songs he knew on.

But. But!!! To the WORLD, those songs haven’t even been WRITTEN yet! So the almost cheeky play on the lyrics in this sense, “nobody writes them like they used to,” is like yeah they’re in the past of the focus of this song but not as a whole.

And there IS the very real possibility of Ingo literally inventing the melodies of songs he knows to be passed down for the next 200 years.

Here on my own now after hours Here on my own now on a bus Think of it this way you could either be successful or be us

Now this is where Emmet comes in. The first line is still Ingo, finally relaxing in his setup in the highlands, whether a tent or in a cave with Lady Sneasler. He’s done for the day and can finally rest.

But also I kinda imagine it as a splitscreen with Emmet, finishing up for the day and gathering his bag from the office and heading home from Gear Station.

And then it is Emmet, probably on a train and not a bus, making his way back to the station closest to their apartment, quiet and alone.

That last line is a sarcastic one he’s used before. Once they WERE successful, they ran one of the world’s most popular battle facilities, vital public transit, are some of the top battlers around, and are beloved public figures worldwide.

But all that has ENDED, or at least is on hold. They had EXACTLY the lives they wanted. Until Ingo vanished, and Emmet sometimes feels like he’s at the center of a cosmic joke.

With our winning smiles, and us With our catchy tunes or worse Now we're photogenic, you know We don't stand a chance

More of the same, about how the pair of them worked together to create the battle facility and life they wanted.

And how, maybe, that was their downfall. Emmet doesn’t know what HAPPENED to Ingo... Was he kidnapped because of his fame? What HAPPENED?

Either way, Emmet has no idea if this was destined to happen. If they were fated to have a taste of a happy life, but lose it all too soon.

Oh, I'll settle down with some old story About a boy who's just like me Thought there was love in everything and everyone You're so naive They always reach a sorry ending

Now, Emmet quite literally is doing research to find Ingo, but he’s also thinking back to his own childhood. Where he tried to see the good in everyone, even those who were unkind, and how silly that all seems now. He’s more irritable than he used to be (I hc this as about ~4mo after Ingo vanished, where he’s just started his search after becoming a functional person again) and his child self seems so naive. He was always going to get hurt one day.

But at the same time, he is opening a literal history book and finding someone who looks just like him. With a familiar coat and hat, and an even more familiar face...

It does not take him long to realize that Ingo ended up in the past. He knows that there will be an end to this story in the same instance he recognizes what must’ve happened.

He is shaking.

They always get it in the end

There can be no happy ending.

They always get it in the end Still it was worth it as I turned the pages solemnly, and then!

It takes Emmet a second and a year to turn the page and learn what happened to this mysterious warden.

With a winning smile, the boy With naivety succeeds At the final moment, I cried I always cry at endings I always cry at endings

But what he sees there... Emmet cannot believe it.

His own face stares out from the page.

He is beaming, and Ingo is next to him, looking far more alive than the previous picture had shown. Their eyes are alight, and Ingo is smiling.

Emmet does not need to read the words to know that this means he will find a way back in time to reunite with his brother. He will SUCCEED and Ingo will not die in the past, alone. The instant he realizes this, he bursts into tears of relief.

Sometimes happy endings truly are real.

Oh, that wasn't what I meant to say at all

But it will not truly be and ending, will it? Their tracks won’t end stranded in the past. They will go home. Together.

From where I'm sitting, rain Falling against the lonely tenement has set my mind to wander Into the windows of my lovers They never know unless I write

This will be a monumental task, though, Emmet thinks as he looks outside into a stormy night. He thinks, mind working fast but far more at peace than it had been in months. He’ll have people he needs to explain the situation to.

"This is no declaration, I just thought I'd let you know goodbye" Said the hero in the story

And now Emmet is the hero of this story, the rescuer, the protagonist. He tells his family and friends he is leaving for a bit, that he WILL be home and he will have Ingo.

He says it so matter-of-factly that they have no choice but to believe him, stunned as they are.

"It is mightier than swords I could kill you sure But I could only make you cry with these words"

And now Emmet is speaking to Arceus. He could flat-out fight the god, the pokemon battle of the century, but instead.

The man simply states why he is there. He is Emmet. He is missing his brother. He wants to find Ingo and bring him home.

Somehow, even beyond the basic statements and monotone voice, Arceus knows just how much this means to Emmet. He sees what this man is willing to do to find his family, and grants his wish.

Cry with these words Cry with these words Cry with these words

And Emmet is in Hisui.

He sees his brother

Oh, get me away, I'm dying Get me away, I'm dying Get me away, I'm dying Get me away, I'm dying Oh, I'm dying Oh, I'm dying Oh, I'm dying Oh, get me away, I'm dying Get me away, I'm dying Get me away, I'm dying Get me away, I'm dying Oh, I'm dying Oh, I'm dying

And they have the reunion they deserve. <3

(Of course, my GF said it would be super funny for there to be a montage of wild pokemon chasing Ingo to these last lines, and I have to agree lmaoooo)

The second I heard this song I knew I had to analyze it. I can picture the vibes perfectly. The discussion of endings and subverting the story ending at all... It’s perfect. I’ll be thinking of this one for a while!!

#submas #submas angst #pla era #reunion #emmet #ingo #subway boss ingo #subway boss emmet #submas song sunday #woooo i love LOVE LOVE this one #perfect submas song i swear

8 notes · View notes

critterbitter · 4 months

Note

dear gosh I'm obsessed with how you draw the sillies. ingo and emmet are so perfectly characterised and i can't imagine them any other way. your dialogue is phenomenal. the Pokemon are so wonderfully realised characters too, litwick/lampent/chandelure sassy nightlight beloved (ft. lady sneasler), and the Big Eel Doggo 🤩 i love you draw the othere too, lint roller the archeops!!!! trubbish shenanigans! elesa and her menace pizza rat!

you so perfectly thread that line between goofy and genuinely heartfelt. the little scenes of emmet and his eel in the rain and other such shenanigans next to emmet's anxieties and impostor syndrome culminating in that beautiful gorgeous wonderful evolution. sassy lamp and the genuine care and devotion she has for her rice cracker bland tasting trainer. oughhhhhhh

also?? your comic composition and your expressions and your colours and all of that are so good too

they're so silly and they're also so real. literally you're one of my favourite submas creators WHERE DID YOU COME FROM (i am hit with a train and dragged further into the black hole)

fantastic. no notes. love what you're doing, and i'm thrilled to see what you do with them next!

best wishes - @doodlejoltik

ah MAN thank you so much for the kind words and reblogs! The fact you catch so many little details I litter about my comics brings joy into my shriveled little human hands.

As for context, I came from the BOTW and dnd fandom from instagram! Art under cut!

(I drew these guys. So much. Linktober 2021 was my first foray into comics. I am glad to say I've evolved since drawing submas in 2023.)

BOTW aside, Pokemon's always been a hyperfixation for me, but only creature design wise (except for the adventure mangas. I LOVED that pokemon manga.) Submas sorta hit me like a speeding train because it gave me the frame work for a sibling and found family dynamic, and a lot of this iteration of Ingo and Emmet's personalities are from my own experiences OR from the deep abyss where I keep my braincells. Anyways glad to ramble! Thank you so much for the kind words-- and I'm excited to see where the submas train rot takes us. Onto new tunnels! All aboard! Yippee!

#ask #mailbox #critterbitter #rare legend of zelda mention #ah botw my beloved

139 notes · View notes

janekfan · 2 years

Text

Fugue

AND NOW FOR SOMETHING COMPLETELY DIFFERENT!

@coramatus! I BLAME YOU!

“Lady, wha–?” The Pearl Clan leader rubbed the sleep from her eyes, stepping aside as the large Noble pushed her way impatiently past, removing the basket from her back with gentle claws. The human crept closer, face twisted up in confusion, but the Sneasler didn’t have time for any of that. Not now. Not when.

Panicked mumbling. Murmured names, unfamiliar names she’s heard before, as her Warden shivered insensate among tangled blankets.

The young female gasped, ripping Sneasler away from memories tinged with panic. She was out of her depth. Being a Noble sometimes meant asking for help. When needed. The humans have always been eager to serve and they had a soft spot for her strange warden.

“Ingo? Hey, hey.” Soft. Soothing, interspersed with the wheezing, the crackling that had worsened over the last few days. But he’d insisted it was nothing. And she’d listened. Foolish.

”I am well, Lady. Just need to rest and repair. I shall be back on track in no time.”

She should have known.

“My Lady?” Worry was making her careless, robbing her of much needed focus. “We need Calaba, and she’s in the Mirelands.” Steel hardened her voice and the Leader was already pulling on warmer clothes, celestica flute held loosely in her fingers. “Will you be alright here until I return?” Sneasler tossed her head, plume fluttering as she drew back her shoulders, baring a hint of fang at her doubt. “Of course, Lady.” The door opened under a human hand, flute already lifting to pursed lips. Sneasler protected the basket from the biting cold while, haunting, the melody resonated in her ears.

Braviary then.

A rush of wings.

A clipped conversation in worried tones.

Then nothing but the howling wind.

Irida pushed Braviary hard, desperate to reach the Mirelands before the blizzard hit in earnest, while explaining why over the wailing gale. There was still the return trip to make, and who knew what Calaba needed to pack in order to be prepared. Ingo’s snow-white, nearly translucent face flashed in her memory. Mighty Sinnoh, if Sneasler hadn’t brought him down when she had.

No. Don’t think like that. It’ll help nobody, least of all her most peculiar Warden.

“Faster, please. If you can.” Voice pitched above the roar, Irida asked for even more. She would apologize later and lavish him with gifts and offerings befitting his station. For now, focus on getting to Calaba and back.

Rumbling in her chest, Sneasler paced in the uncomfortably small space. After unfolding her human from the basket and churring away his breathless, half-formed questions, she’d tucked him into the Pearl Leader’s nest, arranging the many warm things to her liking before stirring up the remaining embers with a claw. The new wood she added caught quickly and before long she was far too warm even as her Warden still shook with chills. Breaths wet and labored and uneven, he leaned into the back of her massive paw when she laid it over his hot, hot forehead. Nervous, she groomed him, brushing back sweat soaked strands of silver-white hair tinged orange in the reflected light of the fire with a sandpaper tongue.

“M’mmet...” She could hear the crackle of dry leaves when he breathed. The damp in his chest was worsening and there was already precious little room.

Where was the female? If she didn't return soon and with help– What if the storm blew them off course? No. Braviary was strong. He would fly fast and true.

"Derail that train of thought, Lady. You are worrying over delays and detours that have not yet come to pass."

Whatever her human meant by that, it was a comfort. She wished he would say it now, notice her like no one else did when her mind ran away with itself. The cry she made out of frustration roused her human and he coughed painfully, reaching out for something (someone) she couldn’t provide. Instead, Sneasler nudged his arm back into the nest, nuzzling his flushed cheek in a way she hoped would soothe until the sound of footsteps crunching in the snow and Braiviary’s departing call drew her back to the moment. A blast of cold air hit her back just as relief punched her hard in the chest. The humans were back, the humans would fix this, fix him.

The relationship between Warden and Noble was complex, deep in a way Irida knew she would never fully understand and never more clearly illustrated than in the sight before her. Sneasler was crouched low, purring against Ingo’s side and whispering softly in her language whenever he made sounds of discomfort. She didn’t stop in her ministrations, merely turned toward them with hope brimming in her red eyes. Calaba approached with caution, asking the Noble first if she could see her charge and bowing respectfully when the giant Pokemon shifted to make room.

“Warden Ingo?” Gently and under Sneasler’s careful watch, Calaba felt for his pulse and touched the backs of her fingers to his face. “Can you hear me?” She knuckled his chest and didn’t even flinch when Sneasler growled at her Warden’s groan of pain. “There you are.” Glassy silver gleamed in the firelight at her soft praise. “Do you know where you are?”

“Ca…” Oh, and his voice was so small as he glanced around the unfamiliar room. She nodded, feeling under his chin firmly. His throat clicked with a heavy swallow. “I, I don’ remember.” He paused to catch his breath, wet dry lips. “Apologies.” Blown pupils rolled up under fluttering lids.

“None of that, young man.” She stepped away, hand lingering on his shoulder. “Sit him up for me.” Irida was thankful for Calaba’s no-nonsense attitude because she certainly didn’t know what to do here. Illnesses like these… well in this harsh landscape, once the wet collected in a creature’s lungs like this there was little to be done. Ingo whined low in his throat at the touch of cold hands on his feverish skin and Lady Sneasler growled in warning, narrowed eyes flashing like Gengar's Curse.

“We’re going to help him, you have my word.” Irida continued, pulling his lax weight forward and holding him there when he threatened to topple backwards. This was bad. Head hanging limp, chin touching his stuttering chest, Ingo's vacant eyes were half lidded and limned in deep shadows. How’d she let this happen on her watch? Irida startled when Sneasler settled on the bed next to him, ears pitched forward in watchfulness as the medicine woman divested Ingo of his coat and tunic, tugging uncoordinated limbs out of his black undershirt. His Noble didn’t look convinced, and probably wouldn’t be while her Warden was so confused and upset. “I promise.” Irida took Ingo’s hands, squeezing gently and running her thumbs over the back of each until gradually he settled into his delicate trembling.

“Hush, both of you. I need to listen.” Ingo shook in the relatively warm air of the tent while Calaba thumped her fingers on his back seemingly at random, ear pressed close, frown etched in stone and face unreadable. The Noble fidgeted beside her Warden, supporting him as he collapsed ever sideways by inches, quaking fingers winding into her coarse fur while enduring the examination.

“Wan‘Mmet…wha…whe–!!” A fit of coughing stole away whatever he’d been trying to say along with the air in his body and it was only Irida’s firm grip on his shoulders that kept him from curling inwards. The man in white. Was that the name he’d been searching for? Was that who he was asking for?

“It’s alright, you’re okay.” Across from her, the Noble mimicked her sounds in a chirruping tongue, nuzzling his temple and holding him fast. Calaba crushed ingredients from her satchel in the mortar and pestle she’d brought and the scent of Gentle Mint wafted from the bowl in her ancient hands.

“Hold him still.” Not without care, Calaba smeared the remedy over jutting collarbones, offering him a sip of warm water from the kettle over the fire when he was able to breathe again, eased by the crushed herbs. As quickly as she paused, the woman resumed her examination, pinching the skin over his ribs, smoothing her fingers over old scars, checking his eyes, mouth, and ears before finally settling him back in the bed, propped up on several pillows and Lady Sneasler. “How long has he been ill?” Irida didn’t know. She’d been busy with her duties preparing for the storm and hadn’t had the time to visit her Wardens or their Nobles. Sneasler held up a huge paw. “Three days?”

“Snea.” A firm confirmation. Calaba held her chin in thought, brow furrowed.

“So fast.” Irida covered her mouth with both hands, tears prickling in the corners of her eyes.

“Warden Ingo isn’t the only thing thin in the mountains.” Again, the Noble agreed. “Being unused to the thin air, this probably happened too quickly for him to realize and by then it was too late.” Sneasler made a mournful sound. “Even small ailments can be cause for concern for the unwary.” Outside, the wind picked up. Calaba began unpacking. “He can’t be moved; not in this cold.”

“Of course.” Of course she would gladly give up her tent if it meant Ingo would recover.

“I’ll stay through the worst of it.”

“He’ll be okay?”

“We’ll know soon enough.” Deft, practiced hands began slicing leeks into even pieces and Irida did her best to help, sparing a smile when smoothing a cold cloth over Ingo’s closed eyes resulted in a sigh of relief.

The humans worked through the night, plying her Warden with teas and tinctures made of familiar ingredients combined in unfamiliar ways. A sticky paste of leek and berries and various mints wrinkled her sensitive nose when it was spread across his skin but she had to admit it alleviated the pain and made his breathing easier. In the heat of the den, he was a brand against her, matting her own fur with sweat and burning up under her claws where she pet his head. Humans weren’t meant to burn this bright and she feared he’d burn entirely away at this rate. But her presence was a comfort, that much she knew, so she kept up her purring, her careful touches, while both healer and leader worked to save him. It was late morning when they were satisfied enough with his condition to sleep themselves.

Sneasler heard him first, felt him shaking against her, and scented salt in the air. She licked the tears from his face, thrumming in what she hoped was a comforting way, but they kept coming. Faster and faster, breath hitching until he’d worked himself into such a frenzy he risked choking.

“Ingo, Ingo. Shh.” The human Irida leavered him up, pressing him close as he scrabbled to hold onto her, hold onto someone, even if they weren’t who he wanted, needed.

“Where…where, he promised. Promised me.” His sentences were broken into fragmented pieces where he gasped for air in between words.

“I know. He’d be here if he could.” Of that much they could all agree. She held him upright when he began losing strength, slumping into her arms as his own fell to the sides, chin resting on her shoulder as he wept. Sneasler groomed his face while the healer bustled around, collecting different mixtures and readying them.

“Why? Why isn’t he h’here?” Irida met her eyes briefly, reflecting the agony of being unable to help.

“I’m so sorry, Ingo. I wish I knew.” Carefully, the last thing her Warden needed was an accidental poisoning at this stage, Sneasler cradled him in her claws, folding him up and letting him cling to her fur.

Someone was missing.

Someone who should be here and wasn’t.

Someone who’d promised.

”We’re a two car train.”

And what did that mean? And where was he? When Ingo felt so awful and sick and couldn’t breathe and he should be here. Merciful Sinnoh, he was so dizzy, his head ached, his whole body ached, joints screaming, chest burning and tight and it was so hard to breathe. The arms holding him weren’t right, none of this was right.

Where was he?

Soft swipes of a scratchy tongue distracted him though he couldn’t stop sobbing like a small child for the person he was missing. The voices around him weren’t right. He was exhausted, wheezing desperately through cough after cough after cough and why couldn’t he breathe?

Where was he?

He was pulled away from the wrong, gathered up. Held, held, held and he wound trembling fingers into familiar fur.

Where was he?

A warm rumbling relaxed his pounding heart without his permission. A cold nose, a damp tongue bathing his hot face, unsticking the sweat-damp hair from his forehead so gently as though he might break.

Where…?

A roughhewn cup pressed against his lips, crisp, warm steam cleared his mind and something sweet and hot flooded his mouth.

“Just sleep, Ingo.” The answering chirp seemed to agree this was best. “It’ll be okay. We’re here.” Another mouthful was coaxed into him. “Just sleep.”

If you insist.

Sneasler was proud.

A lesser being would surely have succumbed to this. Not her Ingo. He fought. Unyielding and uncharacteristically quiet. But he was so tired, an empty vessel in her claws where he’d remained since waking in a panic days before. The human named Calaba was silent, preparing the next doses of medicine and Leader Irida was checking on the rest of the clan now that the worst of the storm had passed.

Here in the leader’s den, it was a bad night.

Her human was uncomfortable and sore, twisting weakly in his troubled sleep, fingers knotted in the blankets over his chest in a vain attempt to relieve the pressure drowning him. The old female approached and Sneasler tipped her Warden’s pale face towards her, counting the drops poured on his tongue, daring to hope that this would lower his fever and eventually, hopefully, it would begin to break. Ingo needed a break or this would be the end of him. Sneasler nudged his cheek, hissing through her fangs at the heat in him, somehow higher than before, and when heavy lashes parted there was no recognition there. His gray eyes, slightly crossed, unfocused, passed through her, looking, no doubt, for the human in white.

“Here Ingo, drink this down.” A wrinkled hand helped guide him away from his futile search, attempting to draw his attention. “Do you know me, young man?” Roaming eyes caught on the shadows, got stuck there while Sneasler’s heart caught in her throat.

“Snea?”

“Ingo?” The quiet expanded to fill the den, broken only by the raspy inhale-exhale of the human in her arms as he puzzled. One beat. Two. Too many. His mind was already wounded, what if this stole away the rest of him? He blinked hard, coughed, met her gaze again.

“Nnh…Lady?” A familiar hand reached for her, scratched under her chin and traveled behind her ear in that way she liked. “You’ve been working too hard.” The old healer chuckled in disbelief.

“And it’s your fault.”

“A’ah.” This time the flush painted high in his face had little to do with the fever.

“Indeed. Drink this.” He held his head when sitting up sent him reeling but was able to hold the cup on his own. Exhausted, Ingo followed Calaba’s directions, subjecting himself to her examination without complaint. “Long way to go, but you’ll mend.”

“Ingo?!” The Pearl Clan Leader startled them all, surprising her Warden into hacking around the tea choking him. “Oh thank sweet Sinnoh.”

“Lady Iri–”

“And YOU.” She grabbed him by his shoulders and glared like an angry Zoroark. “Don’t do that to us again!”

“I–”

“You scared us half to death.”

“I am so–”

“Not to mention how difficult finding a new warden would be at this time.”

“Of cour–”

“Caused us so much trouble.”

“It won’t–”

“Happen again! It better not.” Irida took a deep breath, tugging the blankets up and smoothing them over his arms. “Or there’ll be worse coming for you.”

“Yes, Lady Irida.” He accepted the broth pressed into his hands next. “I must apologize. By the time I realized what I’d so foolishly allowed to happen I was in no state to help myself.” He glanced up into Sneasler’s face. “I am certain it is you, dear Lady, who I owe thanks to most of all.” Embarrassed, she looked away, growling out an order to eat and recover while her traitorous purring gave away the happiness and relief welling in her chest.

Ingo allowed the fuss, sensing how his close call worried the ones he felt closest to. He couldn’t help feeling as though someone was missing, that another smiling person should be beside him, chiding him for overworking (only to turn around and do the same days later). But like all the vague notions he had about himself, the feeling stayed locked behind the same wall he’d run into when first he woke in this strange place. He’d tried to excuse himself once realizing he was taking up his Leader’s bed but she wouldn’t hear of it and honestly, he didn’t have much fight left in him to protest. He was tired. Not in the bone deep, desperate way he’d been before, but tired nonetheless. Calaba’s medicines took the edge off the aching in his chest and the urge to cough, but had the unfortunate side effect of making him even sleepier and once he’d made the mistake of yawning, Lady Sneasler wasted no time in pushing him down like he was an unruly sneaslet. She licked the side of his head, once, twice, no doubt standing his unwashed hair on end, but as he slipped out on a tide of friendly, familiar voices Ingo couldn’t find it in himself to mind.

#DON'T LOOK AT ME #legends arceus ingo #pokemon legends arceus #pla #ingo #nobori #sick character #sickfic #pneumonia #lady sneasler my beloved #sneasler #she has adopted this trainwreck #caretaking #fever #amnesia #ingo misses emmet

61 notes · View notes

rosebloodcat · 2 years

Note

You can tell I got tired at the end sorry if you wanna adopt, edit, reimagine feel free:

Akari gasped, falling to her knees. Giratina was too strong! Volo was too strong! By the time she had beaten his six Pokémon she had only three left, and now only one stood in the way of Giratina and the plates!

“Give up, Akari. There’s no way you can win this duel! Once I have the plates I’ll have no reason to keep you around, I might even be merciful and send you back to your original world like I did Ingo, well, if he survived the trip that is.”

The merchant’s words stabbed her heart. Ingo! He’d warned her against trusting Volo, saying he was suspiciously knowledgeable about the so-called true creator of Hisui and his exiled child. But Akari hadn’t listened. Volo had said he could help her and Ingo return home, and she fell right for his trap!

Now Ingo was gone and the world was doomed… because of her!

She glanced over. Lady Sneasler laid at the base of a shattered pillar, the heavy stone trapping her leg. Blood covered her fur and her arm was cut to the bone, almost severed even. She would likely never be able to climb the cliffs with that arm again, certainly not with her basket. When Ingo had heard she was going to Spear Pillar with Volo he’d voiced his concerns to Irida and then ran after them with Sneasler. The Noble had been horrifically injured in her attempt to save her warden from Giratina’s attack.

At her side kneeled Irida and Adaman, both having come running with Kamado. All of their Pokémon were knocked out, stolen by Giratina, or in the case of Irida’s Glaceon had been dragged into the portal with Ingo after their attempt to save him pulled them in too. Irida’s face said all that needed to be said about her thoughts on watching her beloved partner be dragged into a portal. Palkia and Dialga had both fought by her side, only Dialga still stood, the diety of time’s Steel typing providing a measure of resistance Palkia’s water typing had not. Now it stood as the only remaining Pokémon left, weak and barely able to stand.

“Dialga… Palkia… I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!” Akari sobbed, hiding her face in her hands, “Th-this is all my fault!… B-because of me Ingo is-“

“Oh Akari… we don’t blame you for this.” Irida sniffed, “We all trusted him.”

“Yeah, your just a kid. We shouldn’t have put so much pressure on you. This is our fault, Akari.” Adaman agreed, supporting Kamado who looked devastated. The man had, in his attempt to protect his young teammate, attempted to sumo the ghost dragon to the ground. It had not ended well for him.

“Is that it!? Do you truly see how worthless you are, Chosen of Arceus!? Have you given up? Good! Giratina, FINISH HER!!!”

The dragon goes to do just that, preparing a dragon pulse when Dialga rears up, letting out one last Roar of Time before collapsing as it used its own body to block the attack aimed, not at it, but Akari. Silence rang as the roars echoes and Akari watched in horror as the diety fell. They truly were doomed now… bowing her head, Akari prepared for the final blow.

A loud CRACK split the air where Dialga had aimed its Roar of Time, a rift opening as a small green creature flew through. It looks… like an onion? It was definitely a Pokémon of some sort, but not one Akari had ever seen before. It let out a cheerful chirp as it flew around her before returning to the entrance of the rift where a much… larger figure was emerging.

White, was that first crossed Askari’s mind. A bright, pure coat of white feathers covering an elegant face. A choker of sorts around its neck, ice blue eyes glaring at the demonic Pokémon as another diety, for a being if that size and diety could only be a diety, flew through the air, seeminging sped along by the trails flame from its back. On its back was a spot of familiar darkness, clinging to the beast not with fear, but a confidence that nine have seen in him before.

“I-Ingo!?” Akari called out in disbelief, her voice echoed by the others. A small cry came from Lady Sneasler as she saw her warden safe. The man seemed to glance down a mere moment at them as the white diety banked, coming to hover above them, gently landing in front of Akari, Ingo slowly sliding off of the being’s back. His back was straight, showing a height and confidence none thought possible fo the amnesiac, and his coat seemed to have been restored to pristine condition flapping in the winds behind him like a cape. From behind him a familiar blue pelt streaked over to her master, Glaceon. He stood, face hidden in the shadows of his hat, one hand upon the leg of the white diety, and addressed the traitor.

“Volo. I have to thank you… if not for your little detour I would never have remembered who I was.”

“Y-you… how the hell are you here!? Giratina had sent you away to whence you came!!” Volo snarled, angry at the sight of the Pearl warden. He doesn’t know how or why he managed to get this strange creature, but he’ll be damned if he lets it ruin his plans! Who cares who the fool was, anyways!?

“If you had wished to derail my track, perhaps make sure to have your research done, Volo. Your attempt to have Giratina decouple me from my friends only served to be your defeat.” Ingo continued, completely unfazed by the man. Akari felt her breath catch, Ingo seemed… different. Less like someone trying to awkwardly fit somewhere he doesn’t belong and more like what one would expect from someone in complete control of a situation.

“Research!? What in the name of Arceus are you talking about!?”

At this a grin comes to Ingo’s face, but it wasn’t happy. It was, quite frankly, the furthest thing from happy,

“Allow me to conduct you to your answer. You see, I and Akari appear to be not from other worlds like we thought, but rather another time. A time several hundred years in the future where the bond between humans and pokemon are stronger and more sturdy than the most powerful locomotive. We’re an jnbreakable package, you see, a society so deeply ingrained with each other that most children are taught how to battle form a young age. There are entire career branches dedicated to Pokémon, form researches and medicine to professional battlers.”

Volo blinked, wondering why Ingo was seeming to approach, stepping one slow step at a time. Battlers??

“We call those people pokemon trainers. Different trainers specialize in different things, and many have their own title. Gym Leader, Elite 4, and Champion are all notable ones. Most regions have a Pokémon League ran by the Champion, the strongest trainer in the land, and their Elite 4. The elite 4 usually specialize in one type and have become a master of that type to the point no other trainer is as skilled in that typing. The theirs the gym leaders, like the Elite 4 they specialize in a specific type and act as a challenge. A test of a young trainers skill and bind with their Pokémon. If they are defeated the trainer is awarded with a badge that proves their strength and acts as a ticket to enter Victory Road and challenge the Elite 4 inc wall either are collected.”

The words he spoke rang in Askari’s head. That sounded… familiar. No it was more than right, it was right! Somehow… she had already known that! Volo backed up a step, confused.

“And then… there’s the Batlte Facilities. Specialized facilities designed for battled to be conducted and trainers of all skill levels go to for training and a challenge greater than even that of the Pokémon League. These facilities are where the true masters reign supreme and the Bosses of a facility are expected to conduct themselves with dignity, morality, and as a role model to those around them. For they are the best of the best, the being who could easily become champion should they wish it. And that… Volo… is where I come in.”

Ingo finally looked up, his eyes blazing with rage and hatred,

“In my homeland of Unova, there is a certain significance between twins. Lord Reshiram here is one of two great dragons, a pair of twins of black and white. I too am a twin, one of black and white. My brother and I have conducted Unova’s premier Battle Facility, the Battle Subway, together for many years after having built the subway up form the ground up. It is why I talk and act in the manners I do, as such things were a regular part of my job back home. When I returned home through your so m-called “grace” the last of my e memories were shaken loose and I learned who I really was. I am Ingo, I am the eldest twin brother of the Subway Masters, and me and Reshiram traveled through time with the assistance of Lord Dialga and his envoy, Celebi, to stop you after your meddling caused paradoxes that resulted int the injury of my brother Emmet and the disappearance of Reshiram’s brother Zekrom!!”

This. This is fantastic.

I can envision the coming beatdown and it’s glorious.

May Acreus have mercy on you Volo, because Ingo and Reshiram won’t.

391 notes · View notes