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yanban-san · 9 months

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Oh, the boys would have such a reaction to seeing their darling without their tokens! The depot agents would definitely catch darling on the way into work and try to keep them and the bosses apart, but it's only a matter of time. And of course, all this hullabaloo over the feather and scale would only spur darling's new concerns further

Lord help those cultists if the twins ever find out who planted these ideas in the first place. Not even Arceus could save them

Putting it under a cut because long, also I did no proof reading T vT [Tags: Reader x Submas, SFW]

Oh, Certainly.

You can go back to Gear Station, setting aside the lovely scale Ingo gifted you- And the feather Emmet (unwittingly) bestowed upon you- And don your work uniform, heading into the station-

If something was trying to mark you- To bless you? To do- Something-

Well, you weren't going to let it. And you certainly weren't going to let whatever this "mystery" of the Subway was manipulate your coworkers or your bosses into… doing… things… for it? Your thoughts were racing through your head. There wasn't much for you to go on- And you certainly did not want to talk to that weird "psychic group" that hung around outside Gear Station any longer-

"You've been marked, young one."

Your heart sank every time you recalled those words. A cold chill running down your spine. You wanted to deny it as mad ramblings of mad people- But-

You had… good luck. You had very strange good luck. You had impossibly good luck. Certain people acted strangely around you- And to what end? Always your benefit- And- What of everything else that had happened? You, losing your job, suddenly finding yourself working for a train company- It wasn't something you had ever seen yourself doing, and certainly not long term, right? And yet- Here you were. Everything seemed to have lead you to Gear Station.

As though they were being manipulated by something- And you wanted nothing to do with any potential ghosts- Monsters- Pokemon? Whatever it was- Whatever the "mystery" was-

Nothing. You wanted nothing to do with it.

"Miss! You're a little late today," Jackie noted as you came into one of the back offices. "Anything bothering you today?"

Oh, sweet Jackie. He was always so polite- Everyone was.

Everyone was.

Oh dear.

"I'm doing okay," You lied. "I uh- Actually, you know what? Jackie, I have a question."

Your supervisor tilted his head. "Oh? What's up?"

"I- Have you- " What were you supposed to ask? Hey, are you being manipulated by some kind of something-or-other to be excessively nice to me? Is a demon controlling you? Have you seen any monstrous, non-pokemon entities prowling the subway that demanded you treat me perfectly?

Jackie adjusted his hat. "You can always ask me anything at all, Miss. I'm here for you and the all the rest of the Depot Agents, you know." One of his pokemon approached him- A Lilligant. He pet her head,

"Well, it's a little strange," You started off. "I don't suppose you've… run into those psychics that hang around Nimbasa City, have you? The ones who're usually around Gear Station?"

Jackie's face fell, a look of annoyance as his mouth scrunched up. "I've seen them, yea. A lot of them have been flat out banned from Gear Station, though. They've harassed employees, they've harassed the bosses, they've harassed customers- " He cut himself off, turning his attention back to you. "Why? Have they been bothering you?"

"Oh no, it's not that- I mean, I did get stopped by someone yesterday when I was walking, but- Well- What do you think about- What it is they say? About the er- Mystery-thing- in the subway?"

Jackie shrugged, sighing. "Oh, it's probably a load of nonsense- And besides, if there is anything in the tunnels, it's probably just a pokemon- Nothing you need to worry about, of course."

"What if it's not a pokemon, though?"

"I'm sorry?"

"I think- I think there might really be something- Down in the tunnels."

Oh fucking hell, Jackie thought. "A-And why would that be?"

"D'you know that scale Ingo found? The one he gave to me?"

Yes, yes I know it very well. "A little bit, why?" And come to think of it, why were you not wearing it-

"…I think it might be from our resident 'mystery'."

"Oh! Perhaps? I thought it was just a scale from an oddly-colored Haxorus." Jackie's hand pat aggressively on his Lilligant's head. "Come to think of it, isn't it usually in your pocket? You didn't lose it, did you?"

You shook your head. "Nope, I just… I think it might be better to leave it at home for a little bit, you know? It was stretching out my uniform's pocket, too."

Oh dear. "Gear Station isn't so particular about their uniforms, Miss. If it did get stretched, you get new uniforms every six months anyway, so…"

And come to think of it, the feather was missing from your cap. Jackie's blood ran cold. How was he to bring that up, too-

"…So, you think the scale came from… Something in the tunnels?"

You nodded. "…I think the feather I put in my cap may've also come from… It, too." Oh, well that answered that question.

Jackie sighed. "Well, if there is anything down there, I'm sure we'll find it- But in all my- Time working here, I've never seen anything out of the ordinary down there…"

"D'you think Ingo and Emmet would have any insight?"

"Into this? I doubt-"

"Insight into what?"

You don't know how you missed the clicking of Emmet's heels- Was he intentionally being quiet-? It took one turn of your head to notice your brilliantly white-coated boss hovering over your shoulder. Smiling brighter than the sun shone- and- Ominously.

"Oh- Emmet, Sir! Good morning-" You nearly jumped, but held yourself together- Your fright coming out as excitement.

"Good morning." He answered. His eyes scanned over you. "Something's different." His hand went to his mouth, and he answered his own question before you could even open your mouth. "Ah. The feather. Did you lose it? I hope not. It was verrry cute on your cap."

"Oh, I just- Left it at home today," You explained quickly. Why? Emmet didn't need to know-

"Aw. …Hmm. You're also missing that thing you kept in your pocket."

"The scale Ingo gave me?"

"That was it."

Emmet's posture changed. Why, he wanted to ask. He did not like this change. Maybe you only forgot them. That must've been it. That had to be it.

"Yeah… I thought it was… uh, unprofessional to hold onto trinkets while I work-"

Liar. Emmet thought. Why would you lie to him? You didn't lie about leaving them at home- But you were certainly lying now.

"But uh, the other thing-"

Oh?

"Emmet, Sir… Has there ever been… any�� rumors… of- Strange… Pokemon, living in the subway tunnels?"

You looked up at your inscrutable boss cautiously. Emmet's eyes rolled as he thought about it for a moment- "Hmm. Someone's been reading some haunting stories, haven't they?" He smirked, eyes squinting. "There are a lot of people who like to use the subway tunnels as a backdrop for their scary stories. There's no odd pokemon down there. Just looots of verry cute joltiks!"

He patted your cap. "So don't put too much stock in those stories you hear, okay?"

"It- It wasn't a story, Sir-"

"I do miss that pretty feather in your cap though- You should put it back in."

Wait a moment. You felt your breath hitch.

"The feather?"

"Mmhmm! It is a verry pretty feather, you know?" Emmet's eyes narrowed. "I thought you liked it quite a bit too."

"Oh, I do-" And you paused.

Was Emmet- No, certainly he couldn't be-

Being… Controlled, could he? By whatever thing stalked you-

You considered your boss for a moment.

Emmet smiled. "So you'll put it back? Wonderful! It is verrry charming, is it not?"

"Huh?"

"The feather."

You recalled it.

"…I suppose." Was Emmet being controlled by the- By the thing that plagued you? "There was something I always… found off about it, though."

And in the silence that followed, you could have heard your blood running through your veins.

"…What's wrong with it?"

The tone of Emmet's voice sent a shiver down your spine- The color drained from Jackie's face- And yet you wouldn't have noticed the latter, deciding to try and find out for yourself-

Was Emmet being manipulated? And your current feelings turned to- Well, yes, it certainly did seem that way.

"It just… feels off, you know? Like yes, it's wonderfully soft and shimmery, but… I can't help but feel like… it's not a real feather, or something. Like it's…" What to say- Something- Something to tell the thing that followed you that you wanted nothing to do with it?

"…fake?"

The Subway Boss stared at you, cocking his head curiously. You felt nervous- Where had Jackie gone, you wondered? Your supervisor was suddenly absent from the office-

"I see. Well, I must get going."

Emmet's smile never left his face. But his heart and mind burned. You watched him turn tail and pace away, always so perfectly postured. Well, no use waiting around here, you thought, and off you went to

Emmet burned. Not with anger, no, certainly not, but something indescribable. An emotion, certainly, that was driving him madder and madder by the second, the more he thought about it. Fake? His feathers? Fake? Himself? And not only that, but you had the audacity to believe silly little rumors or stupid stories over his own words?

Liar. Liar. Liar.

Almost like a self-soothing mantra. You must be lying, surely, little mortal.

You wouldn't hurt them like this.

You're destined to love them. To be with them forever- To be theirs, forever-

Emmet would have to have a chat with his brother about this.

But the other Subway Boss was already finding you as well.

To Ingo, it was odd- You had clocked in, but-

He couldn't feel the warmth of your heart against that lonesome little scale he gave you. Surely you hadn't lost it? No matter- He could always happen upon another, saying it was from a hydreigon or similar-

"Ah, there you are, Miss."

He watched as you darted out of another hallway- Laden with blueprints and answering something on your walkie-talkie.

Ingo was not one to demand attention. He was reserved- Refined. He studied human mannerisms and etiquette- Such things were meaningless drivel, easily learned and retained- Service workers kept their arms behind their backs, or at their sides, their backs straight, feet oh-so-far apart-and-not-a-millimetre-more- Head perfectly held up but not too high- Shoulders back, and a bow to ladies as he held the door for them- Refined movements with not a step too widely taken. There were a million more rules, and subtle cues he had learned- And he would've learned a million more if he had to. Nonsense, all of it- The pompous drivel that humans inflicted on themselves, though, mannerisms and etiquette were something he and his brother were subjected to in any dealings with mortals or other things, no matter the age or era. And while Emmet was certainly the more impatient of the two-

Ingo was reserved. Nobori knew that, come what may, his desires would be his- He was never an impatient being, because, no matter what, all things came to an end, eventually. All things. No matter how many thousands of eons he must wait. And so, he knew, you would eventually end up in his arms.

And yet, for all his refinement- For all his patience-

Your mere presence tested every part of his perfectly crafted facade. If you confessed your undying affection to him at any moment, it would not be soon enough- Oh, to finally hold you in his arms- Oh, to finally revel in your embrace-

Oh, to finally receive your love and adoration, your affection, openly and freely- To be free himself to be as jealous and possessive as he desired- There was a reason he wished to cloak you in shadows, and keep you away from prying eyes- There were no eyes fit to behold you to him- No light fair enough to catch your countenance (Except, perhaps, Kudari's)- No gift too great to give you- If only, if only, you would turn your eyes up to him in love.

And you did love them, even if you didn't know it yet. Ingo was certain. You were wrapped around his fingers, and trapped within his net. He loved you dearly- And elder demons who dwell beyond time and space, moving with the ebb and flow of ancient forces so vast and unknowable and ancient and imperceptible were not used to feeling such a base emotion as love-

And it had consumed him, entirely. At first, he would've been content to steal you away- He would've been content to force your love from your heart, binding you to him until you couldn't tell where the shadows began and you ended-

But not now.

Love was a bit like a drug- A drug that didn't seem to wear off. And oh, how he became enslaved to his adoration of you- No, merely kidnapping you- That was the sort of thing a beast would do. And Nobori was far cleverer than a mere human.

No no, you would be his. You would seek him out on your own, and soon you wouldn't wish to leave him-

After all, he had watched you for so long from your shadows. You sighed and complained of your boss and your work at your old job- No more. No matter where you applied or wanted to go, the brothers knew you would be happiest by their side- Not working among strangers who would treat you like common filth, so your resumes were tattered and torn apart in shadows- Or a recruiter conveniently forgot to call you. And no matter what work you wanted-

Gear Station had need of your skills. Gear Station had dire need of your skills. Gear Station had dire need of you.

And everything seemed to be going so well- From the first nervous moment you stepped into their office for an interview, to how well you took to the training, the joy on your face from working among them- Of course you were happy. You would be nothing less among them.

So when you drew the precious scale of his out of your pocket, and placed it on some counter last night- He was not worried. You usually did that. But when he failed to feel your hand come morning, or the tender beat of your heart and the rise of your lungs as he had grown so fond of-

The elder deity was unnerved. He hadn't realized how much he had found himself yearning for the feeling- And without it, it left a hollow, ill feeling in him. He thought seeing you would fix it- But looking at your nervous face, the way you clung to yourself like a frightened minccino-

"Whatever is the matter, Agent-?" Ingo asked-

Leering down at you, a cruel look in his dark eyes- Or at least, that's how it looked to you.

"Ah, Ingo, Sir…" You trailed off. You hadn't wanted to run into him. "Nothing much, I'm… supposed to do a tunnel inspection? So, I'll get goin-"

"No no, I meant- You look rather worried. Is something bothering you? You can always come to me or Emmet if you have any concerns, you know-"

You shook your head. "No no, nothing like that- I er, uh, I'm just- I guess I'm feeling a little off today,"

*How were you to explain-

"…Your cap seems… Ah- Did you leave that feather at home today?" Ingo broached. He had noticed the lack of scale in your pocket, as well. But the scale was far more hidden in your uniform than the feather- And it was some mortal manner to not stare at someone's chest and inspect their breast pockets for any objects they may or may not contain, was it not?

Oh please no, not Ingo too- You thought, feeling more and more desperate. Why? What was the significance of that stupid feather and scale? Why? They might come from the thing- But why?

"Er, yes, I left them at home, I don't- I don't think it's good for me to wear the- it, to work, you know?"

"I saw no issue with it, and I'm certain Emmet didn't eith-"

"I saw issue with it."

And once again, silence. Ingo looked down at you, silver eyes unnaturally bright against the harsh shadows cast from the brim of his hat-

It made him look mad. Deranged.

And with trepid movement, you took a small step backwards. Perhaps it was paranoia, perhaps it was fear- Perhaps you were imagining things, yes, that had to be it-

"…There was an issue? With it?"

"Yes. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to get to my work. I… I was a little late this morning."

And you brushed past him without another word, leaving him dumbfounded. A chill swept through the hallway, and Ingo watched your figure vanish down another turn towards the subway tunnels.

…Had you just rejected his gift to you? His lovely brother's gift to you? What issue was there with their scale and feather? Did that mean you took issue with them?

The elder God was certain he-they- had you ensnared. Under his claws, his gaze, wrapped in his shadows- You were bound to be his mate, bound to be his, entirely, entirely his-

"Brother."

Ingo turned his eyes- Emmet. Who had been watching you as well, vanish behind the tunnel door. And peaking out behind him, was Depot Agent Jackie.

"I'-I'm certain it's nothing big, Emmet, Sir! And Ingo, Sir, er- Don't worry, if you- If you leave this to us Agents, I'm certain we can figure out what changed their mind-"

"You better." Emmet snapped, not taking his eyes off where you turned. Jackie saluted, and without another word, ran away to carry out his bosses' orders. Emmet bit his lip.

"Brother, she said there was something wrong with my feather."

Ingo's brow furrowed. "Wrong? Whatever could they mean?"

"I don't know."

"And- My scale- She took that off, too."

"Yes, she did that too."

"And your feather!"

"Yes. And my feather."

Ingo grabbed at his sleeves. This didn't… make any sense. You had said you loved his scale- You fawned over and adored the feather you'd found-

So why. What had changed? Why did you now shy away, why were you so uncomfortable around them? Why did you dislike their gifts now-? Ingo scratched at his back. An unusual cold spot had manifested- A feeling he wasn't aware he could feel- Where his scale had used to be.

Emmet threw back his head, hair ruffling up like feathers- "If darling refuses us…" And began walking towards the door you disappeared down-

"They won't," Ingo reassured.

"They will not. One way or another."

Ingo glanced at his brother out of the corner of his eye, following him. "…Do you have anything in mind to remedy this situation, brother?"

Emmet pondered a moment. "Would Miss Elesa be able to get it out of them, the reason, you think?"

"I don't know. They seem… Suspicious, don't they?"

"Nonsense! Elesa can figure it out."

And Elesa would have her day quite rudely interrupted by an incessant call from her X-Transceiver- Unendingly ringing, until she threw it off in annoyance- Probably something to do with those two, she thought. The last thing she needed- More headaches, more pestering- And she'd probably have to pester you, too. Perhaps if she ignored it, she wouldn't have to deal with it, she hoped.

Until Emmet breaks into her gym, doe-eyed and asking so sweetly for her help once more. Certainly, you trust Elesa, right? You won't find her suspicious.

#Ingo x Reader #Emmet x Reader #Eldritch Submas #monster au #demon au #seth.asks #seth.anon #ingo/reader #emmet/reader #eldritch au

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salsa-di-pomodoro · 1 year

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Emmet breaks spacetime to find his brother this, Emmet goes feral without his brother that (which you shouldn't take too far btw), where are the Ingo goes apeshit fics. Where are the fics where Ingo single handedly corrals the gods into getting him (and Akari, if she's tired of being in charge after having to save the world) home. This man is depressed one day about his memories and then his unovan religion socialization kicks in subconsciously and he goes 'no fuck this. I am going to get my memories back whether they comply or not' and that escalates into 'i am going home no matter what' and also 'i am going to be happy. I will make it so'. This man didn't get raised with the values of TRUTH and IDEALS for nothing. That shit sticks in your mind so much even if you don't personally think about it much. Have you seen how many times unovans mention truth or ideals in the games. They're important to them. And they're important to him.

I don't even mean that Ingo becomes a villain or anything. I just mean to say he sees a child befriending gods and goes 'hey what the fuck. If they can do that i can do something about my own situation as well for sure' and don't try to tell me the gods wouldn't listen to him. First off i believe Arceus and everyone else do love their creation, they just sometimes don't understand it. Second of all even if that wasn't true not all the gods agree with each other. If Arceus couldn't or didn't want to do anything he could just ask giratina. Or dialga and palkia. How would palkia help? They bring him to celebi. There's no way he wouldn't get celebis approval especially with palkias help.

What? The Pearl clan wouldn't let him go? Lmao what are you even talking about. Even if they didn't want him to leave the position of warden they value space very much. They'd want him to find his own before all else, and even if they didn't Irida would and her judgement is the most important one in the clan. I'm pretty sure she mentions wanting to travel, too, so she might join Ingo for a time as well.

Something is wrong in Unova upon his arrival? Impossible. Unova loves their Subway bosses and Emmet loves and trusts Ingo enough for that not to be a problem. Even if he didn't Chandelure would be proof enough of something off. i don't think she would just feel her trainer's soul disappear in a split second and not cause a commotion, she'd immediatly begin to freak out. Even without that you know what always fixes shit? Communication baby. This man will not let something go until they've properly discussed it. If the other's opinion is still the same after they've all explained themselves, then fine. But i guarantee you it won't be. If communication is difficult for some reason there is nothing that stops him from making it easier or doing it anyway. He can also go to a god again and have them help out of it's something he can't do anything about himself. Grudge? Gone. Death? Xerneas'd. Legal trouble? Over.

There is nothing that can't be fixed, especially in the pokemon world. It's going to be exausting, and probably very taxing on the mind, but it would be worth it so much. And there is no way Ingo and Emmet aren't both going to go to therapy anyway in the end.

Even if the gods couldn't fix it and send him home, they'd at least grant them both peace of mind. A letter, a picture, sent back or forward in time. With proof that it's real, obviously, and that yes it is god that brought this to you, so there's no misunderstandings. And don't tell me they can't do that, you've seen the arc phone. A space time distortion, conveniently timed on both sides, courtesy of dialga and palkia. They're going to get to be happy eventually, whether that means moving on or being reunited. Though there's like no way they don't get reunited lol

#truth -> wants to know the truth about himself #ideals -> will #willpower #determination #whatever you want to call it #alternatively he could track down volo and forcefully redeem him so he tells him all his secrets and finds celebi #or befriend giratina #i mean whoevers fault it is for him being there they owe him #submas #ingo #emmet #warden ingo #subway boss ingo #subway boss emmet #ingo and emmet #arceus #dialga #palkia #giratina #celebi #pla #pokemon legends arceus #pokemon legends #pokemon arceus #subway boss nobori #subway boss kudari #subway bosses #tagging all this because while it started as a demand for determined Ingo who wants to see and make sure his brother is ok #it just became a submas reassurance post #and i want everyone to see. if i can reassure even 1 person with this i will be very happy. i know i'd like to hear this from others myself

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ghostypetrainer · 2 years

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please have another fun AU from the discord... in which Ingo gets turned into an Absol. aka probably the closest thing you’ll ever get to PMD AU from me, considering I’ve never played any of the games lmao

turns out falling through the distortion world and getting spat out of a rift is not good on a person! Sometimes it distorts your form and turns you into a Pokemon and also gives you amnesia.

Ingo knows that something isn’t right, but he doesn’t remember what. Something about his body is wrong, but he’s uncertain what that thing is! He’s certainly moving like he’s not accustomed to his body, however...

He does get used to it in time, roaming the icelands and highlands, following his newfound instincts to warn humans of danger. As the only Absol in Hisui, he makes quite the impression, and rumors spread about the doombringer Pokemon wherever he goes.

Fun fact. Did you know Absol are said to live for over a hundred years? I just thought that was interesting. :)

Ingo ends up saving a young girl and her Eevee from a Zoroark attack, who ends up becoming very attached to him afterwards.

That young girl is Irida. Ingo ends up becoming one of her partner Pokemon.

(she still has her three Eeveeloutions. Ingo is just an extra Pokemon.)

Ingo still becomes BFFs with Lady Sneasler. Some things never change.

The Pearl Clan doesn’t truly know what the strange Pokemon that follows Irida around is until Professor Laventon arrives and identifies it as an Absol. But that’s strange... the Absol he knows usually have red eyes- this one has gray!

Ingo looking at Irida: wow. I’m adopting you.

Ingo is VERY suspicious of Volo. This dude’s vibes are rancid.

He starts following Akari around once she arrives in Hisui because he senses something bad will happen to her. Kamado definitely misinterprets this. Oops.

He may or may not be permanently stuck as an Absol... but he does get to reunite with Emmet!!! Emmet is uncertain what to make of this development, but at least Ingo is home now and seems mostly himself in spite of being a Pokemon.

(Ingo does eventually get his memories back, at least.)

POV: You are waiting for your train at Gear Station when all of a sudden, an Absol just starts barking loudly. You’re struck by a bolt of fear that danger might be approaching when Subway Boss Emmet just laughs and says it’s fine. He’s just excited. He likes trains verrry much. :)

#submas #ingo #pla irida #pla akari #local man becomes a funny pokemon yet again #we just keep doing that to him #anyways I love Absol and it is. a very Ingo Pokemon #absol ingo au

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wildkimiko · 1 year

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[ Depot Agents, Pt 1 ]

Did this as a little warm-up yesterday and today before I jump into coms. I'm not a human artist but CSP's new tools make me feel actually competent at drawing people lmfao

I've had hcs for these three rolling around in my head since I started writing Lost and Found last year or so! Believe it or not, but these three basically keep Gear Station running if the twins are out of town (or when Emmet needs to take a mandatory leave of absence because the man's working too hard).

Uh, feel free to use these if you want, idc, just credit me I guess? I'm not the first to have HCs about the depot agents, and I won't be the last. Their personalities just kinda shined when I started writing my fic.

(Similarities to other HCs by other people are coincidental, we just all share a few braincells lmfao)

You can read my HC takes below the cut!

Cameron:

1 of 2 depot agents that's been employed before Ingo and Emmet were made Subway Bosses that was promoted to a Lead

Often doesn't wear his hat because his fro cannot be contained

He doesn't THINK he's great with Pokemon, compared to Isadore and Ramses, but he can DEFINITELY hold his own. He's just far better with being an Engineer, problem solving, and customer service.

Was contemplating quitting until Emmet saw his potential and encouraged him to stay.

Speaking of who, he's great at strategy and logistics, so Emmet likes to use him as a rubber duck to bounce ideas off of him.

Cannot be scary to save his life. A real cinnamon roll. Kids love him.

Ingo prefers that Cameron train new Depot Agents, as he's very good at explaining things and doesn't pressure them into learning things too quickly.

Likes food. He can be easily bribed with sweets.

LOVES gossiping with Jackie. If there's a betting pool for something for whatever reason, he's usually the cause of it because Jackie gave him a great scoop.

(I immediately hc'd him as black because I have a cousin named Cameron lol)

Jackie:

Not actually a cryptid, but likes letting people think that. Her commitment to the bit is VERY strong, including roping Ingo and Emmet into it. The twins appreciate her dedication to her work, but DO encourage her to actually go home after her shift...

She actually has an apartment that's right behind Gear Station. Nobody sees her go home since she takes a back exit out of the station.

Nobody knows how long she's been at Gear Station. She did work there before she transitioned. Coincidentally, that's when the rumors about her being a ghost started...

Is VERY mischievous. Isadore despises that the twins don't seem to do anything about her pranks and behavior (as long as it isn't harming anyone or being disruptive, they don't mind. Ingo at least tries to look serious if he has to scold her; Emmet couldn't do that to save his life)

Furze and Cloud have seen her all of about 3 times since they started. Furze screamed when he first saw her (well, she did purposefully scare him...)

Usually runs the night shift. It's very rare she's scheduled during the day, and she will bitch about it the entire time.

No pronouns, do not perceive her (she jokes; she's trans)

Loves to bake. There's often pastries in the break room waiting for the morning crew.

Is a strong trainer. Prefers ghost types, though she has an Aipom that was gifted to her that often follows her around.

Will not hesitate to use her cryptid-like abilities to scare unruly passengers into behaving. She has a particularly low tolerance for creeps and perverts. It's rumored that riding the Single's train at night is the safest way to travel because Jackie does NOT put up with that sort of behavior.

(Isadore begs Jackie to stop scaring passengers. He doesn't want to have to submit another report, even though he greatly appreciates her dedication to protecting passengers).

Isadore:

@pigdemonart and I seemed to share the SAME BRAINCELL with this guy's design. I swear, I hadn't seen it before I did my initial sketches of him XD. I think we all just kinda decided "yeah, he seems like a serious guy" and ran with it

The other depot agent that was employed before Ingo and Emmet took over.

Used to be a punk in his youth, until his parents forced him to take a job at Gear Station to get him some structure and discipline in his life. Then he just kinda decided he really enjoyed it (maybe because his bullying turned into bossing others around to keep them in line)

(Really, he reminds me of Higashi, just older)

Salt and pepper hair. Is definitely daddy material

Looks scary, is scary. But is more "stern father" scary. Really, he doesn't want anyone ending up like he was as a teen/young adult. He won't hesitate to be the dad of the crew to provide some 'tough love'.

Great at customer service. But sometimes Cameron has to reassure people that he's [probably] not mad. He just always looks like that.

Can make jokes, they're just delivered in the most deadpan way possible.

Secretly likes dramas and romance novels.

[ Lost and Found Tidbits ]

(Don't mind these if you haven't read the fic! OC interactions ahead!)

Cameron prefers working with Emmet, Isadore prefers working with Ingo, and Jackie doesn't mind either if she works a day shift (though she works with Shey when she stands in for Ingo)

Isadore handles stress by working even more, which is terrible for both himself and Emmet. He'll work himself to death in order to give Emmet a break.

Jackie and Shey are best friends, somehow. Rumor has it that Jackie hung out at Shey's condo after work once, though neither one will corroborate this rumor.

Out of the three, Cameron is the best at handling someone who is overstimulated. Isadore is the worst, but he IS the best at yelling at anyone who dares to get close. Man knows how to clear a room.

Jackie loves joking about how handsome she thinks Isadore is. She doesn't have any romantic interest in him, but it IS one of the few ways to get Isadore to look flustered and distracted (and when she means it seriously, Isadore does appreciate it). Cameron will join in if he's around.

Cameron and Isadore are a formidable duo when they battle together. Though, Cameron surprisingly battles well alongside anyone.

Bonus: Isadore without his hat. He kind of reminds me of TF2 Medic, too lmfaoooo

#Depot Agents #Pokemon Black and White #submas #Depot Agent Cameron #Depot Agent Jackie #Depot Agent Isadore #These three are my favorites somehow #idk how that happened but #I'm getting better at drawing humans! Praise CSP #oooogh Isadore my beloved tho #like daddy? sorry. Daddy? sorry.#i'm not simping i swear #Though Jackie is my favorite #I love her

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smallestapplin · 2 years

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HI OKAY I ACTUALLY REMEMBERED!!! BLESSED BE TO THE GODS OF REMEMBERING THINGS!!!

Submas bros (separately) with an S/O who isn't super verbally affectionate. Never very wordy or talkative, but wants to convey their love really really bad. Tries their best through gestures, like leaving notes in their pockets or giving them a gentle hand squeeze.

One day, they're sitting on a bench next to eachother. S/O quietly takes the newspaper they've been reading, folds it into one of those paper hats, and hands it over to them without a word. That's all I've got I'm not good at writing lmao

Same fam.😔✌️ emotions are hard.

🔲Ingo🔲

- he is use to be the most verbally articulate, so this doesn’t bother him. However, he saves every note you leave him.

- Emmet is witness to how in love his brother is, watching the older twin reread all the notes you left in his pockets.

- Ingo finds your gestures sweet and just so…you, he loves it. The gentle squeeze of you hand in his never fails to make him blush, and look at you with the most soft and bashful expression.

- Sitting in the park while your Pokémon played about, in silence was always nice, he enjoyed your company more than anything.

- He hadn’t noticed you fidgeting a little before the newspaper was taken out of his hands.

- “Dear?” He watched you fold the paper until a little hat was formed.

- You held it up almost like you were presenting it proudly, before you gently placed it on his head.

- “There, fits perfectly.” You smile so softly and warmly at him, his heart melts.

- His usual stoic expression softens as his face turns bright red.

- “Thank you my dear, this is very thoughtful of you, it means the world to me, I will cherish it.”

- His heart beats even faster at how happy you look.

- It maybe silly, but he loves it and he loves you. He wouldn’t change anything for the world.

🔳Emmet🔳

- Unfortunately both of you are bad with words. Emmet can gush about his love for you but his brother is the one who’s always good with words.

- Emmet’s love language is physical touch, so he is more than happy to hug you, hold you, smother you with kisses, nuzzles, more kisses! And hold holding.

- He finds it so cute and endearing that you have difficulty expressing your love, it makes all your flustered expressions and small affections all the more perfect!

- The sweet notes you leave in his pocket are instantly put somewhere safe, a place he can constantly go to and read them.

- Anything you gently squeeze his hand he either coos or squeals, but you’ll always find yourself wrapped up in a hug and covered in kisses.

- Emmet has no shame, y’all could be in the streets and he will still be just as affectionate.

- So while on a picnic, sitting around with him rambling about something in the newspaper he found.

- The younger subway boss lets out a confused sound when you take it from him.

- “Darling if you wanted it you could’ve asked.” But he’s curious now, as he watches you fold it.

- “Ta~da.” You presented the new hat happily, and rested it on his head with a bright smile.

- “Em?”

- “Oooo my darling is so cuuute! It’s not fair! So precious and adorable!” His monotoned voice echoes into the empty air.

- You squeak while he pulls you onto his lap, nuzzling his cheek against yours as he holds you close.

- Emmet will cherish it until the day he dies.

#pokemon #pokemon imagines #pokemon x reader #pokémon #pokemon ingo #pokemon fluff #pokemon ingo x reader #pokemon emmet #pokemon emmet x reader #pokemon submas #pokemon headcanons

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the-sleepy-conductor · 7 months

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Yooo! New person! It’s always so nice to see new Submas fans around!

Nice to meetcha! Welcome to our silly little community where we’re all a teeny bit crazy over silly train men. 🤏 Just a little.

Can’t wait to see all the cool content you’ll be posting soon! I have a few questions for you!

First, how’d you get into the Submas fandom? How long have you been in it for? And who’s your favorite twin? Unless… it’s BOTH!

I hope you’ll have lots of fun here. We’ve got a ton of cool peeps making cool Submas stuff! It’s incredible, honestly. Our community is so talented, and it’s fun to see everyone contribute something different! Arts, fanfics, EVEN FANMADE MERCHANDISE (the insane amount of Submas pins and charms that I have…)!

I’m excited to learn more about you as you grow! Keep it up!

Hiiii! Thanks so much for the warm welcome! I'm definitely excited to start posting art (and possibly fics) here real soon and get to know other Submas fans better!

As for how I discovered Submas- it's quite an odd story. Roughly 7 years ago my friend showed me a screenshot of N and Emmet, with Emmet running away with N's toy trains. I'll post the picture here in a bit. But I thought it was hilarious and saved it to my own phone. I was a little curious about who Emmet was (especially since it was clear he was associated with trains, which I've loved all my life) but I never really gave it much thought after that. Fast forward to about a day after Legends Arceus released, I meet Ingo. But I didn't know he was Ingo- I thought he was Emmet. I kinda forgot about Emmet over the years so when I saw Ingo I was like "Oh, silly train guy is here. What's his name again? Emmet?" But as the minutes passed I started remembering what Emmet looked like, with the white uniform and smile. And this man looked nothing like him but also exactly like him. I thought maybe I was imagining things, until Ingo introduced himself, and I started to connect the dots: Emmet has a twin.

So I do more research and find out they're known as the Subway Bosses, from Pokemon Black and White (my favorite Pokemon games) and that they're Battle Facility leaders. I start looking into them more, finding Battle Subway fanart and reading fics, and as I played Legends Arceus more I became super attached to Ingo. And it wasn't long before I got attached to Emmet too! I started to really fall down the Submas rabbit hole in late February 2022- February 22nd to be exact, as that was my first Multi Battle with Ingo and Emmet. (I got destroyed lol)

Oh yeah here's the photo I mentioned earlier:

I kinda laugh at the thought that this photo introduced a future favorite character, and that it had such a big effect 7 years later.

As for which twin I like more... It's both! There's something to love in both Ingo and Emmet, and I'll probably make a ramble post in the future about everything I love about them!

(Also I completely relate to the collection of Submas merch, my Battle Subway sticker book arrived today lol)

I'm definitely looking forward to posting some art and rambles, and getting to meet others who are in the Submas community!

#submas #subway boss ingo #subway boss emmet

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fandom-soda-writings · 1 year

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Farther From Each Other Than Ever Before - Chapter One

Description: Emmet has one chance: Fix the future and Dialga will help him find Ingo. If that wasn't the deal of a lifetime, then Emmet didn't know what was going to be better.

He didn't realize the Future wasn't repairable where - or rather when - he was placed. He finds help in a lone Grovyle who inhabits the bleak landscape. This is his once chance to get his brother back, He is Emmet and he refuses to fail.

Ratings: Mature (Strong Language, Minor blood and injury description)

Warnings: Strong Language

Chapter Select: 1 - 2 - 3 -4 - 5 -6 - 7

“I am Emmet. I am pissed. You will take me to Ingo. Now.” The lonely conductor stood on the top of Mount Coronet, a chunk of his savings and sanity gone. His white coat, torn and mangled from climbing up the side of the mountain with no protection, billowed in the wind. He held in his hand an old book, cover torn and faded from years of ownership. An old lady in Celestic town had gifted him this book, it finally gave him a clue of where to find his beloved brother.

The last place he expected to find Ingo was in the past.

Across from him stood the massive form of Dialga, the deity of time. To be honest, Dialga wasn’t quite who Emmet was trying to reach. But, it was a happy little incident that Dialga was the one who answered his call.

“And, Tell me why I should listen to a lowly human such as yourself?” Dialga sneered.

“Because. I am Emmet.” The Subway Boss pulled out a pokeball, a unique one he had spent practically everything else on, “I am pissed. You WILL take me to Ingo.”

And he threw the purple clad pokeball at the deity. Turns out, one of the only things more powerful than a Master Ball is the literal deity of time.

Time froze before the ball could hit Dialga. Emmet struggled to no avail, his limbs frozen and yet he could still think. His heart still beat in his ears as Dialga effortlessly moved the floating pokeball out of his way, striding with no effort through the air to be face to face with the terrified Subway Boss.

“Did you really think that would work on me?” Dialga sneered, “I am the master of time, your human arrogance has insulted me.”

Emmet’s smile didn’t drop, more like he couldn’t drop it, as he stared into the eyes of Dialga.

“However,” Dialga looked up, pausing for a few moments, “Your arrival may be just what I need…”

Emmet could suddenly move as he fell to the ground, gasping precious air into his lungs. Dialga’s glare pierced right through his soul, it was like Dialga could see everything he has done or will do. Dialga’s eyes softened, but the clear disdain for Emmet still remained.

“I am in need of a… champion. I have sensed a disturbance in the far future. Something wrong has happened, something that shouldn’t have been done.”

“You are the ‘Master of time’, Fix it yourself.” Emmet spat through gasps of air, “I am Emmet. I do not care for your stupid future or past issues. I demand you bring Ingo back and don’t involve us.”

Dialga chuffed, a sort of screechy metallic laughter that rang around the frozen space. It hurt Emmet’s ears to listen to.

“Still demanding things I see? I’m afraid I cannot step foot in that future,” Dialga explained, “For it involves my future self.”

“Your future self?”

“Yes. I need someone to go in my stead, fix the future and return. If you do this, I shall do whatever is in my power to return you brother to his proper time.”

Emmet may not have been as loud as Ingo, but at that moment the “YES!” he shouted could have easily rivaled his brother’s shouting. He would do anything to bring his brother back, even if that meant doing a favor for this stupid time god.

“Perfect. I shall give you my blessing to protect you from anything you may encounter. Please find the source of my future’s suffering and prevent it.” Dialga requested.

It lowered his head into a bow, a small orb of power growing in the middle of its forehead. Emmet wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do. So he placed his right hand on the glowing orb. A warmth spread through his arm and into his body, a glow emitted from under the Subway boss’ glove. He pulled his hand off, hurriedly taking off the glove. A strange pentagon sigil was now tattooed on his hand. It glowed a faint blue, the same color as Dialga.

“What did you do?” Emmet demanded as he slipped the glove back on.

“I gave you my blessing, You should feel honored. I will send you as close as I can to a safe place but Space is not my domain. I shall watch as closely as I can, but due to my other’s influence there is only so much I can see. Once you are in that future, I cannot help. May you have great success, Subway Boss Emmet.” Emmet could barely protest as Dialga roared, Another loud metallic screeching sound that hurt Emmet’s ears. Time warped around him, spots of gray mixing into the colorful landscape around him. Gray overtook the land until he was placed onto the top of a tower. This… was definitely not Mount Coronet.

He glanced over at the landscape below the tower he stood on. Gray cast over the land, it was deathly still through the land. This must have been the ‘something that shouldn’t have been done’ Dialga spoke about.

“Well then. I just have to fix this then…” Emmet spoke quietly, listening as his voice echoed around.

It was like the strange space that Dialga had stuck him in earlier, It was like…

“Time has stopped?”

“ Who? ” A loud gravely voice echoed in his head.

It filled him with a primal terror, something deep down that defied any of his knowledge. Emmet spun around to find a dark figure at the far end of the tower, one that wasn’t there before. Dark orange lines illuminated certain parts of the figure but Emmet still couldn’t tell who, or what, this thing is.

“ Who?? How?? ” The voice demanded once more, a roar shaking the ground around them.

Emmet took a deep breath, steeling his nerves. “I am Emmet! I am a Subway Boss! I do not believe I am at liberty to divulge the nature of my visit! Now, I request your name!”

A deep grumble came from the figure, but it didn’t respond much further.

“ Emmet… Finally… ” It growled.

Another shake nearly knocked Emmet down, but this time it came from the figure as it moved into Emmet’s field of vision.

Orange veins fed into steel, a blood-red gem pulsed with unnatural power. Dialga stood before him, eyes no longer the ones that requested his help. Instead they were crazed, consumed by whatever had afflicted him in this future. He wasn’t too surprised though, but the primal terror those eyes cast into his heart remianed.

“Dialga. This…. Is verrrry bad. What happened to you?” Emmet tilted his head, determined to not let his fear show.

“ Finish this…. Do what has to be done… ” Dialga slurred and snarled.

“Can you hear me?” Emmet asked, waving a hand in front of the massive being, “Or are you simply choosing not to listen?”

Dialga took a few more pounding steps closer, Emmet took those few steps back. Until he found himself at the end of the platform, nowhere else to go. He instinctively reached for his belt, only to find none of his pokeballs were there. He cursed internally, he’d had left for Mount Coronet in such a rush he left his partners at home.

What a foolish thing for a Subway Boss to do.

Dialga was now within reach and Emmet could do Nothing . Dialga snarled his name once more before swinging a massive forearm at him. And then, Emmet was falling.

Falling so fast towards the ocean below.

Huh. He didn’t think this was how he’d die.

What did Dialga even expect him to do at that tower? Beat his future self up with his bare-

Cold salty water consumed him, the ocean being the only thing not frozen in this world. The impact knocked him unconscious, with only a few moments to feel the suffocating feeling of darkness and cold.

Suddenly, He was warm. A light nearby warmed him as the smell of roasted Sitrus berries nearby made his stomach growl. He wanted to laugh, He didn’t think this is what heaven was going to be like. He didn’t even particularly like Sitrus berries on their own, to be honest.

Oh. wait.

He’s still alive.

It took him great effort to open his eyes, but once he did he found himself at a small camp. A pile of gray leaves acted as his bed, another sat nearby. A fire was built, the flames a brilliant orange in the gray landscape. No other occupants were around, Who could have built such a thing? The smell of Roasted Sitrus berries hit his nose again, and he found two sticks with three berries each impaled in the ground over the fire. They seemed to be just barely done, which means the occupant couldn’t be too far away. His clothes sat nearby as well on a makeshift drying stand a safe distance from the fire, He realized he was only wearing his pants, leaving his torso exposed.

Emmet shifted into a more comfortable position, hissing as his body ached. He hated this idea of taking it easy but the cuts and bruises that littered his body said otherwise. The sound of scampering feet caught his attention as someone ran up and gently pushed him back down onto the bed of leaves. He blinked with surprise as a Grovyle reached into a pouch it had on it’s side and pulled out a few gray herbs.

“Gro.” It insisted, extending it towards Emmet.

“What am I supposed to do with these…?” He hesitantly took the herbs.

The herbs almost instantly regained their color as they touched his hands, Dialga’s sigil emerging and pulsing with a faint blue. Grovyle jumped back with a hiss, its leaves standing on end. It reminded Emmet almost of a scared Purrloin. Emmet placed the herbs onto the bed of leaves, quickly raising his hands as a display of peace. The display only frightened Grovyle more as the leaves on it’s arms illuminated with a green light. Was it the mark it was afraid of?

“Easy! I am a friend.” Emmet cooed, Using a tone he would with a scared pokemon or child that got lost on his line, “I am Emmet. A Subway Boss. I am not affiliated with that Dialga, Do not be alarmed.”

Grovyle didn’t seem convinced, But it stopped the Leaf Blade attack it was preparing. A good step forward, Emmet thought.

“Good.” Emmet spoke once more, “I am here to help. I promise.”

Grovyle cautiously moved forward, slowly taking the hand that had glowed. Emmet winced upon suddenly being touched, shoving the nauseating feeling down with a hard mental push. It was worth it if he gained an ally, He repeated in his head.

“Vyle. Gro gro.” Grovyle spoke, pointing to the back of Emmet’s hand.

Huh, the Sigil was gone. Did it only appear when he came into contact with the objects of this land?

He slowly took his hand away from Grovyle, relief filled his body as he did, and picked up the herbs he had dropped once more. They had taken on a Gray tone once more but, like before, the color returned as soon as he picked them up. The sigil illuminated once more, Grovyle’s eyes widened as it watched this display.

“How peculiar. Verrrrry strange.” Emmet muttered.

This must be part of the Blessing that his Dialga had given him. Did he have the power to heal this land then?

He placed the Herbs in his lap, placing a hand down on the ground below him. Nothing changed, only the feeling of dirt and rocks shifting as he picked his hand up once more.

“There must be a limit on how big an object I can do this to then.” The corners of Emmet’s smile turned slightly as he picked up the herbs once more, “Anyways, What do I do with these?”

Grovyle plucked one from his hand and made a chewing motion before giving it back.

“I chew them?”

Grovyle nodded. Emmet took one and turned it experimentally around in his fingers. Well, he had heard about herbs like this being used in the past, why not now? He popped it in his mouth and chewed on it. It had a strange texture, it was chewy like gum but it was a leaf, like salad. He didn’t like it, but the aches he was feeling had vanished after a few minutes of chewing.

“Thank you. I appreciate your help.” Emmet nodded to the grovyle.

Grovyle turned away and instead sat on it’s own bed of leaves. Emmet watched as it took a stick of sitrus berries that were cooking over the fire and sniffed it. It apparently deemed it as good because it took a bite from one. It looked over at Emmet and narrowed its eyes at him. Emmet’s eyes drifted from the contact but he didn’t move his head.

“I apologize. There really is not much to do.”

Grovyle shook its head and continued to eat. Emmet turned his head to the fire. It was strange how such a thing could retain its color. Was it because it was lit after whatever happened to the world happened?

“What happened to this place?” Emmet asked.

He was aware that Grovyle wasn't going to be able to respond beyond his own language, but much to his dismay Grovyle shook his head.

“You don’t know either then…”

The two sat in silence as Emmet finished grinding the herb to a pulp, spitting it out as the bitter taste began to spread. He took the sitrus berry stick away from the fire, poking the berry almost expectantly. It squished slightly beneath his finger, juices oozing from the skin. Perfect. Emmet was slightly surprised by the color returning to the berries and the stick in his hand but he supposed that he should probably get used to this. The berries were warm to the touch and the inside burned his mouth as he took a bite but the growling in his stomach caused him to ignore it. Grovyle snickered at Emmet’s scarfing, Taking another bite of his own berries.

The pokemon and human sat in further silence long after finishing their meal. Emmet had so many questions to ask this one pokemon he found, but he knew that he would get any definite answers. But he could probably ask some yes or no questions and have something to figure out on his own. But he did have a few things to ask that weren’t yes or no.

“Where are we?” He finally asked.

Grovyle thought for a bit before pulling out a map. It looked handmade but there was something off about it. The pokemon looked for a bit before pointing to a forest by a lake-like formation connected to the ocean. It didn’t really help as he didn’t recognize anything on the map, But at least he had a geographical idea.

“I… see. What are you doing all the way out here?”

Grovyle pointed to a nearby area across the lake that wasn’t marked. Emmet wasn’t sure why Grovyle was heading that way but oh well.

“Okay then.” Emmet nodded, “I shall join you.”

Grovyle shook its head intensely, its eyes narrowed once more.

“Nope! I am Emmet. I am coming with you. Safety in numbers and all that, yes?”

Grovyle sighed, closing up the map and stuffing it back into the pouch on its side. It grumbled at Emmet and laid on the grass bed, turning its back to Emmet. Emmet simply smiled, turning to look at the fire. The flames weren’t as intense as earlier, instead gently lapping at the logs. It wasn’t going to last much longer. Emmet exhaled, laying down on his back. The sky was blank, no moon or stars shone in the sky. It unnerved Emmet, He may have been from Nimbasa (The light pollution hell that it is) but he enjoyed stargazing when he and Ingo would go camping.

His heart ached at the thought of Ingo. Emmet’s smile wavered, he had to succeed at his mission. For Ingo’s sake.

Emmet had fallen asleep at some point during their rest. Grovyle stood nearby, the fire scattered and its bed gone. Emmet was awoken by Grovyle tossing his coat over onto his head, startling the Subway Boss awake. He raised an eyebrow in confusion.

“Grovyle.” Grovyle said, tapping its foot impatiently.

“Are we leaving?”

“Vy.”

“Okay. Give me a moment then.” Emmet stood up, the aches in his body becoming obvious once more. He picked up one of the herbs he had shoved in his pocket unconsciously earlier, stuffing it in his mouth. They seemed to work like some kind of pain relief, he didn’t know if they were addicting or not so he mentally reminded himself to limit himself.

He was ready a few moments later, scattering the grass around like Grovyle did. He wasn’t sure why Grovyle did that, but it had been living here longer than Emmet has so it had to have a good reason.

“Right then, All aboard!” Emmet announced, placing his cap on his head before shifting into his familiar call and point pose.

It felt wrong without his brother by his side…

Grovyle shushed him with another glare. So he had to be quiet as well, did he? He could do that.

He didn’t understand the things grovyle did. It was almost like the pokemon was being followed…. Well, by someone other than Emmet. Grovyle would take strange paths, despite there being perfectly fine paths taken by those in the past. It would also glance around the corners of trees like there was something hunting it.

It was weird to Emmet, but perhaps that’s just how things are here. They arrived at their destination hours later, or perhaps it was days. Emmet wasn’t sure of that but he was sure that time didn’t exist anymore so there was no use in keeping track of such things right now. Grovyle was trying to get to a town, it looked like. Everything was covered in the gray coloring that matched the rest of the land. However, one thing stood out. Pokemon stood frozen, almost as if they were stone statues. Grovyle never made eye contact with a single one as it moved through the town, carefully avoiding those who were frozen. Emmet gulped. Was this truly their future? He remained silent despite the questions in his head, The first time he tried to voice something Grovyle shut him down with a familiar glare. Right. No talking then.

They arrived at the town square, Grovyle took out a piece of Charcoal wrapped in fabric and a handbound writing pad bound by the same type of paper the map was written on. Grovyle scribbled a few pictures on the paper before ripping it out, handing it to Emmet. Various shapes resembling fruit and berries were scribbled, a few circular shapes that Emmet couldn’t decipher were scribbled alongside a couple other shapes he didn’t recognize.

“I see. A resupply stop. Verrrrry good.” Emmet nodded with a salute, venturing in the direction Grovyle pointed.

Emmet was very used to being the one in charge, it was almost refreshing relying on another to lead. He continued across a bridge, the river underneath frozen and still. The shops nearby still had pokemon in their stalls, a pair of Kecleon seemed to be bartering with a young-looking marill and azumarill. Emmet felt bad for stealing out of their stalls, but who knows how long these pokemon have been like this?

Are.. Are they still alive?

Emmet shook the thought from his head as he leaped over the stall’s table, landing behind the twin Kecleon. The back wasn’t as full as he would have thought but a bag sat in the corner that caught Emmet’s attention. It wasn’t gray like everything else. Instead it was a dark blue, a similar blue to his sigil, Emmet thought. He picked up the bag and watched as a note fell from a pocket.

“Hm? Hello, What is this?” Emmet spoke to himself as he picked up the note.

‘A gift to my champion. This is as much help as I can provide. Good luck. - Dialga’

Emmet's smile grew softer as he opened up the sack. Various types of berries, apples and strange crystalline orbs sat inside. A few max elixirs sat towards the bottom (alongside his anxiety medication thank Arceus for that) no doubt for Grovyle rather than him. A canteen full of water was attached to the side of the bag. He made a mental reminder to thank Dialga for at least this once everything was over.

Emmet slung the bag over his shoulders, It felt surprisingly comfortable. The rest of the store didn’t have much that looked like anything of use, a few disks that Emmet recognized at TMs sat on one of the shelves but they didn’t seem to be any that Grovyle would have use of, Well besides one that was labeled as Dig. Dig was a fairly useful move and if Emmet recalled correctly, it was one that Grovyle could, in fact, learn. Maybe Grovyle would like this? He picked it up and watched as the color returned to it, the disk picking up a rainbow sheen, and shoved it in a random pocket in the bag. As much stuff as it had in it, there was still a little room for small things like TMs and perhaps some of the seeds that were lying around the other shelves.

Emmet returned after a while, Meeting Grovyle in the square once more. The Subway Boss was mildly surprised to see that Grovyle had remained but didn’t express it.

“Vyle? Gro?” Grovyle voiced, pointing at the bag.

“I found it at a stall. It had plenty of resources that would be of benefit for us.” Emmet explained as he put the bag down in front of Grovyle.

The grass type sifted through the items, nodding with satisfaction as it zipped it back up.

“I found this for you.” Emmet said, pulling the Dig TM out from the pocket he previous place it in, “I don’t know if you want to learn new moves but I thought this one would be of good use.”

Grovyle took with surprise, its eyes turning upwards with delight. The TM dulled as Grovyle concentrated, tossing it away as it became useless.

“Vyle…” It sheepishly muttered, its tone grateful.

“Of course.” Emmet nodded.

The two left the town behind, continuing out in a random direction. Emmet still didn’t know what he had to do to fix this future, but at least Grovyle seemed to tolerate his presence. Perhaps by traveling this world he’d find out more of what went wrong, and a way to reverse this damage.

#fanfiction #ao3 fanfiction #pokemon #pokemon Emmet #submas Emmet #Submas kudari #pokemon kudari #kudari #emmet #PMD #pokemon mystery dungeon #PMD AU #Emmet's PMD Adventure #PMD Grovyle #Grovyle the thief #Grovyle

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au-wannabe-the-very-best · 2 years

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Kubo in the Celebi AU tends to run off and do his own thing a lot because, well, he used to do that when he was with his parents (although he always came back), and he used to do that before he reincarnated too. So, honestly speaking, he doesn’t think there’s anything wrong with it.

Ingo and Emmet have SO MANY heart attacks because of this. One time they travelled to Alola for a mini vacation and Ingo was with Kubo in the hotel lobby. Emmet was in the room “getting ready” and was taking too long, so when Ingo wasn’t looking, Kubo ran off to go up the elevator by himself and get Emmet.

Problem is, Emmet was using a hairdryer, and didn’t hear Kubo knocking on the door. And Kubo didn’t have a card key. So, the kid decided to just sit in the hallway leaning against the door until the hairdryer turned off.

Naturally, Ingo flips his lid when he realizes Kubo isn’t next to him anymore and DEMANDS the hotel is put on lockdown until his baby brother is found.

#Kubo Conway #Submas Triplets #Celebi Saves Kubo #Submas #Subway Boss Emmet #Ingo #Subway Boss Ingo #Emmet #Yes this is based off a true story #I did this in London when I was like 7 to get my mother and put my dad in a panic #And this was not the only time that I had done something like this in other countries.#Pokemon #Pokémon #I was so stupidly proud of myself for independently finding our room #and then naturally I panicked when I realize my mother couldn't hear me and I was scared to be sitting out in the hallway by myself

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avionvadion · 11 months

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Playing Pokémon White because my bestie is the sweetest and spoils me, and N is so passive aggressively evil and delulu, alsjsksklsks. Like, I know he’s been groomed by Ghetsis to believe all pokemon are being abused and that they’re trying to “free” them, but for someone who believes he’s doing good he is saying some of the meanest things, like holy frick.

“Poor Bianca… she’s finally realized that not every trainer can become stronger.” Sir??? What did baby girl ever do to you??? She’s trying her best! 😭 That was so unnecessary of him to say. Man just likes to throw shade.

Anyways.

All I can imagine is Ienzo in a flustered panic as N takes him on the Ferris Wheel ride wondering if this technically counts as a date and getting kind of excited because quite frankly N is very pretty and he may or may not have been crushing on him since they first met, but then N just looks at him, completely serious, and goes, “I must tell you something…”

Ienzo: “Y-Yeah!?”

Ienzo: *oh sweet Arceus this is it we’re on a Ferris Wheel and everything okay stay calm don’t panic remember what Amelia said-*

N: “I’m the king of Team Plasma.”

Ienzo: “…Huh?”

Meanwhile Amelia is just freaking power housing her way through the battle trains like an absolute girl boss because her Ferrothorn is a beast and the only people who’ve beaten her in battle is her mother and father, who are literally known for defeating Champions, being Champion, defeating and disbanding Team Rocket twice, defeating Team Aqua and Magma, saving the world multiple times, and even putting an end to Team Galatic on their honeymoon. She is a force to be feared.

And quite frankly neither Ingo nor Emmet are expecting her team- which has a lot of type weaknesses- to work so well, nonetheless win, against theirs.

They especially aren’t expecting her to ask if they know anything about the Team Plasma group that’s been hanging around and causing trouble lately, as she and her brother are working to put an end to them- just as their parents did to the criminal organizations before them.

Needless to say they meet up later (after their shift ends) and exchange all the information they’ve gathered over time about Team Plasma. And… Xtranceiver numbers. For reasons.

And then Ienzo runs up screeching that the pretty boy they’ve kept encountering is claiming to be the KING of Team Plasma and Amelia is just staring at her older brother like, “Oh, honey, no…”

Ienzo, “WHY CAN’T I HAVE MOM’S TASTE IN MEN!?”

Amelia: “Because you’re our dad’s spitting image?”

Ienzo, on the verge of tears: “I didn’t know he’d be evil!”

Amelia: “…Why don’t we sit down and you tell me exactly what happened, okay??? Also, Ienzo- this is Ingo and Emmet. Ingo, Emmet, this precious bean that must be protected is my brother.”

Emmet, waving: “Hello! I am Emmet.”

Ingo: “My name is Ingo! It is a pleasure to meet you! Miss Amelia has just finished telling us about you and your noble goal to pull the breaks on Team Plasma’s schemes!”

Ienzo: “…Hi. Uh, ‘Lia? You said you were gathering intel. Did you STORM the battle trains for these two???”

Amelia, shrugging: “Elesa said they could help. Plus, she was really pretty and I wasn’t about to not listen to her, so…”

Ienzo: “Fair. Also. Why didn’t you invite me!?”

Amelia: “You were busy getting ready to battle Elesa! Besides, you told me I could go ahead!”

Ienzo: “I didn’t realize you’d be going to the battle subway!”

Meanwhile-

Arceus, watching this all take place: “Hmm, yes. After doth brother of thou’s defeateth his misguidedeth evil new boyfriend and saveth the pokemon, I shall yeeteth you and the frowney train man to the ancient past and send both him and the smiley train man into panic as they searcheth for you. Verily. T’is a good plan. All is well.”

#pokemon #pokemon n #he’s so passive aggressively evil and I love it. but it’s not what I was expecting from what little I knew of him 🤣#pokemon oc #pokemon white #pokemon n x oc #natural harmonia gropius #I can’t believe that’s his full name #I’d go by N too. Ghestsis did you dirty sir. assuming he was the one who named you #submas #pokemon subway boss #ingo and emmet

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leggerefiore · 2 years

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Alternate Pathway

cw: alien au, poly (ingo/reader, emmet/reader)

You froze as the Subway Boss grasped your shoulder. He had a strangely intense look on his face. Your head tilted as you took him in. A strange feeling rose in your chest.

“… Would you like to hang out with me at the amusement park this Saturday?” he asked.

You smiled.

You would love to.

That was the start of your proper friendship with the man and his brother. The day out was playful and exciting, with Ingo idly chatting with you about everything while Emmet pointed the rides that appealed to him. Most seemed a bit on the thrilling side, but you ended up joining him for most. Ingo did not seem to like them, however. Sickness always followed whenever he tried them. It was as you rode with them in the Ferris wheel that they revealed how they felt about you. The idea of dating both of them was strange, yet they were confident that they could make it work. You agreed with a bit of hesitation.

Attentive and caring, you never felt alone with them. Ingo was always there to support your emotional needs to the best of his abilities, while Emmet seemingly always understood when you needed physical affection. Everything in your relationship felt well. There was a hesitancy towards intimacy, but you could understand it. Rushing into sex was not always a good thing, and you respected that they cared for that.

Well, until you found yourself living with them. Ingo suggested that you could save some cash by living with them, and that they would not mind the change. It was obvious they wanted more time with you, but their jobs kept them too busy. Living together fixed that. Empty time in the mornings before heading to work were spent in each other's company, while tired evenings were spent in warm embraces and silence. You often slept with one of the brothers during the night, but found yourself curious about something. One night, Emmet wore a thin white t-shirt to bed. A strange purple light illuminated from it.

When you asked him about it, he sighed. Burying his face into his hands, Ingo seemingly appeared from nowhere.

You learnt they were not humans.

Aliens.

They were aliens.

It was shocking when their forms shifted into something different from their disguises. Darkened sclera and a strange crystalline gem embedded in their chests, you watched as tentacles came from their body. It should have been terrifying, but… You had truly come to love them. It was not like they were doing anything harmful, either. They were just normal men living their lives. You loved them. Hugging them tightly, you reassured that their secret was safe with you and that you adored them endlessly. Their tense shoulder's dropped alongside the release of a caught breath. Both embraced you in return. It was a warm, loving hug.

You missed the way their eyes met.

They had spoken to you about their travels through space. Ingo speaking carefully about the death of their home world and the utter desperation for survival which saw them off on a shoddy spaceship. It fell apart and left them clinging to a hunk of it in the chance for survival. Their bodies degraded from the sheer length of the journey, despite being made for harsher environments than that. It was only when they crashed to earth, and you dumbly cut your thumb on the meteorite that was once their ship, they survived. You saved them from near death. Ingo's hands held yours tightly as he recounted this tale, eyes shiny with tears. “… For your kindness, we wished to take you as our mate,” he explained, “I do not believe it is possible for us to love any other.” You smiled at him sweetly.

“I'm glad to be with you both,” you replied, “I love you, too.”

It was while you slept one night, after they had both spoken to you about whether or not you would like their cells removed from you. You felt the benefits outweighed the potential consequences, so you agreed. Emmet laid beside you as he stroked your hair. His human disguise was retired for the day. Ingo watched in silence. The younger's eyes met the older's with a sigh.

“If you are just going to stare like that, you might as well just join us,” he huffed. Ingo did just that, carefully sitting down beside you.

“… Our invasion should start soon, brother,” Ingo replied, “I do believe we are at a healthy point to try fusing.”

Emmet smiled widely. Those were the exact words he had been waiting for. “Heehee, it took you long enough,” his fingers stopped combing, “I was beginning to worry you were more interested in our human matters.”

“… I still think starting to create our children should come first,” he replied, softly pressing a kiss to your forehead, “They will truly be the species to inhabit this planet. Not us.”

Emmet rolled his eyes. Ingo was as dramatic as always. “Of course, they will! We both agreed that they were the next species evolution for us and humans,” his tentacles came out to embrace you as he moved to spoon you, “I'm verrrry happy we met our mate so quickly. Saving us and then loving us… Mmm, I'm just happy.” Ingo stood up.

“I am, too, brother,” he smiled softly at your sleeping face, “To accept our cells as a part of them, too… Truly, there could be no other.”

You sleep peacefully through their invasion, blissfully unaware. When you awoke, you would be at their sides as the rulers of the planet.

#ingo.ima #emmet.ima #submas.ima #alien au #brainrot is real

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