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ingo-ingoing-ingone · 9 months
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Ingo and Emmet are perfectly in sync. They have to be, living as conjoined twins. The Subway Masters of Nimbasa City, the two are happy with their friends and family and trains. Of course, the universe contains chaos and random chance that can affect even the closest of people. The two find themselves in situations that neither would have ever expected, and it will test them both. Through it all, one thing is certain. Family, both blood related and chosen, will never let you be alone. And, no matter the trials, a two-car train will always continue onwards.
Update time! We go back to Ingo in Hisui for this one. He's... Well. He's having a time.
Sidenote since WHEN can you only have 75 tags on a fic??? I've seen fics with a million damn tags why can't I continue to update mine??
Warnings include blood, injury, pokemon attacks, and general scary survival story stuff.
Disclaimer linked in first reblog
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plasma-veracity · 11 months
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[ News from Nimbasa City. The scene depicts a destroyed hallway from a Pokemon Center's medical wing. The reporter goes on to speak about the incident.
"Yesterday night at about 2 am, the mangled body of a local nurse was found in one of the Center's examination rooms.
While we weren't allowed to ask further as the matter is still being investigated, what little details we manage to collect allude to a pokemon examination gone wrong.
Nimbasa authorities asks its citizens to keep an eye out for any bird pokemon that may seem strangenor ill-behaved and to call for Pokemon Services once you have out yourselves to safety."
End of news report. ]
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pkmnsciencej · 2 months
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Hey pro tip everyone: do not turn your back on a wild Druddigon once it faints your whole party. It WILL use pursuit on you.
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reshiramen-zekramen · 21 days
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bored so doing an arc. loolllll yinny basically gets attacked by their patrons for making a mistake and runs away
if anyone wishes to help guide this along idk dm me on my main (please i get anxious when dmed here)
tag for this arc will be shadow trails
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meeeeeraiiiiiodonnnn · 6 months
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A repressed memory
tw for being attacked by a pokemon.
[it hurts. its bleeding, theyre trying to stop it. it wont stop. shingle growls, snarling and attempting to go for altalune's leg, failing and scampering off as altalune bandages the spot on their now missing finger.]
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dailyashleighraichu · 6 months
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“B-but… how…? She never had issues with food before!”
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“….I knew there was a reason she wanted to lose weight…”
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"I can't say with certainty as she didn't tell me, but these things can happen suddenly. One traumatic event can be all it takes for something like this to develop.”
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"If you talk to her directly about this now, it may push her away further. And, if you will permit, I’d like to talk to her first on her own to better understand her mental health at the moment, and then formulate a plan for both everyone here,” he gestured around the room with two of his tails, “and also for herself. Does that sound fair to everyone?”
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“I’d say that’s pretty fair.”
Coro and Taima nod in agreement. Ash still looks incredibly worried, however.
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"I don’t want to lose her, Dew-!"
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“I take this very seriously, as both a consulting doctor and a parent. Which is why I am going to make sure everyone knows what to do, so that Joule can begin the healing process.”
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"If she needs to be hospitalized for a time, I can make sure she is well looked after with my co-workers, But I will only know how to best work with her, and everyone here, until after I assess her.”
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"Now then, could you please show me where Joule is? I will speak with her now.”
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"Y-yeah. Of course."
He starts to show Lucky to Joule’s room, but is stopped as Taima joins him.
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"Tai...?"
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"She’s not just your sister, knucklehead. I want to listen too."
Coro nods, and the twins show Lucky down the hall to Joule’s bedroom.
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pkmn-smashorpass · 2 months
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call my dick the south tower the way i need that plane (latios) crashing into it
⛩️
I have no response for this but I need to share it
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zygarde-the-guardian · 2 months
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. . . Why is my breathing harsh? I do not need to breathe. And yet, I feel the rapid movement. And my many cells feels as if their "heads are spinning", and it all feels cramped around me. I strongly dislike this.
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lovenpeace-pkmn · 4 days
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Okay..I'm...I'mf ine I can. we can protect her
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seasteading · 6 months
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ARENT YOU TIRED OF BEING NICE? DONT U JUST WANNA GO APE SHIT? ↳ A CHARACTER STUDY
if it seems like i haven't touched my main wip in 2 months, that's because i haven't 😋
instead, anyone unfortunate enough to have spoken more than a sentence to me will have realized that i've spent that time in baldurs gate 3 hell, with nothing but durge brainrot to show for it—brainrot i will now inflict on main with some selected excerpts <3
transcripts under cut:
She does not remember many fairytales, but she thinks this one starts the same way as all the rest: a princess to flee a castle, a handsome knight to save her from the shadows that haunt the woods. The princess does not have a name beyond her title. The knight is called Griseis. She speaks it aloud. There is no tugging at her memory, no rush of truth. Yet it is the name of a creature with the purpose to vanquish, same as her, and all those with a purpose must have a name.  “My name is Griseis,” she tries. It holds no magic, but she likes the way it rests upon her tongue, like it could belong there. She slips the waterlogged fairytale into her pack.
Yet beneath the drone of busywork, the urges remain. They bid her to tear the legs off a rabbit caught in the brambles that surround the garden, and Atonement endures. A stained glass window shatters, and they bid her to pick a shard off the floor and cut through Novice Clements’ fragile throat. Atonement endures. They infect her dreams. Behind her eyelids flicker visions of a temple in ruins, of Ilmater’s statue bathed in the blood of his faithful, so she works more, sleeps less.
And he laughs at her. Brings his uninjured hand to her jaw and pushes his thumb under her upper lip, using her own slack shock to pry her mouth open. Finger pressed against a sharp canine, “Look at you. Bhaal’s Chosen, the purest of his spawn, baring your teeth like a damn dog.” She doesn’t have to think about it. Put your hand by a dog’s mouth, and expect to get bitten. She bites.
But the painter who’d put her features to canvas saw something else, too. Maybe the taint in her blood had made it into the pigments. Maybe it’d been Bhaal himself guiding their hand, ensuring proper justice be given to his spawn’s visage. Griseis looks, and the Dread Lord’s Chosen looks right back.
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blueflare7pkmn · 4 months
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WhyWhyWhyWhyWhyWhyWhyWhyWhyWhyWhyWhyWhyWhyWhyWhyWhyWhyWhyWhyWhyWhyWhyWhyWhyWhyWhyWhyWhyWhyWhyWhyWhyWhyWhyWhyWhyWhyWhyWhyWhyWhyWhyWhyWhyWhyWhyWhyWhyWhyWhyWhyWhyWhyWhyWhyWhyWhyWhy
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Ingo and Emmet are perfectly in sync. They have to be, living as conjoined twins. The Subway Masters of Nimbasa City, the two are happy with their friends and family and trains.
Of course, the universe contains chaos and random chance that can affect even the closest of people. The two find themselves in situations that neither would have ever expected, and it will test them both.
Through it all, one thing is certain. Family, both blood related and chosen, will never let you be alone. And, no matter the trials, a two-car train will always continue onwards.
OKAY well this is it, the Bad chapter. I have added tws both to the tags on this post and also to the author's notes of the chapter. There is an option to read a summary in the ending author's notes for anyone who does not feel comfortable with reading the full version.
This chapter is the shortest one for... Obvious reasons.
Disclaimer is, as always, in the reblogs
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battle-subway-ghost · 1 month
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[An audio recording is attached. By accident?]
// READ THE TAGS
[Footsteps are all that can be heard at first, along with the quiet yet steady breathing of Paris. This goes on for a few minutes, until he eventually slows to a stop. Rustling can be heard as he reaches for the phone, as he quietly sighs.
"thing's... messin' up, dammit-" he mutters to himself, as he tries to fix whatever was malfunctioning on his phone, before giving up and putting it away, clearly agitated given the unintelligible grumbles that sparsely pick up in the recording.
He starts walking again, but suddenly freezes- as another set of footsteps come up from somewhere to the side, foliage being pushed out of the way. It finally stops- and Paris shouts- barely able to stop himself from screaming, which was apparently not a good idea at the moment.
Heavy, ragged breathing can be heard from a few feet away, mixing in with Paris' now rapidly quickening breaths. And eventually... it begins to speak.
Whatever it is has his voice. It's raspy, and sounds as if it's coming from underneath something. Nothing it says makes any sense, every single word garbled into nothing but pure gibberish- Though it's unclear whether or not Paris can understand it, as the audio itself is malfunctioning as Definitely-Not-Paris speaks. It starts to crackle and eventually produce an unbearable, loud buzzing noise.
One sound makes it through the humming- a sudden retching, splatters of something thick and viscous onto the ground, and Paris' cry of terror at whatever is unfolding. He doesn't waste any time breaking into a full sprint, the microphone thankfully no longer malfunctioning as he escapes.
...Then there's a dull thud against the ground as he collapses. He's practically gasping for air as he finally breaks down, hyperventilating in-between his frantic sobs.]
[The recording automatically ends after a few more minutes pass.]
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weakness-policy-guy · 3 months
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oh g-god no no n-no no not today w-why today of all days
I'm already l-late and I don't know when the bus is gonna c-come now and I don't know if I can even get out of bed and I d-don't want to miss work please please why
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unovan-gardener · 11 days
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eelektross mail - [marmalade the raichu, her pokeball, and a blanket which she is swaddled in, she seems well cared for, but is nonetheless happy to see you]
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this means nothing. do you understand Electro. i will fucking maim you.
you fucked around. and i was being nice. i was giving you the benefit of the doubt. that you were treating marm well, and were just a minor nuisance.
but do you know why i dont fight? because im not nearly as nice as Joltik is.
you took away the one person who would have been able to stop me. to calm me down. you dug your own grave.
i am going to grow cyclamen from your flesh. i am going to turn you into fertilizer for my plants. do you understand me?
there is nowhere i cannot reach. nowhere that plants cannot cultivate.
there is nowhere that you can go that i will not be able to reach you
and i will not be kind. i will not be gentle. i will not be -
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blastedpasserby · 2 months
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... ... ... ... The bleach just made it more purple. I. It's not supposed to. I'm. No.
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