#no offense to ingo

[soni-dragon]

my take on that favorite pokemon characters thing that’s going around!

[ask-zenith-and-nadir]

seen any nonhuman twins?

Oh, verrrrrry many of those!

We have already commented on AUs where we are forms of Reshiram and Zekrom, but there are many, many others.

Dragons, fairies, robots, angels, living weapons. You name it! There was also this verrrry sad one where Ingo was a vampire, but Emmet was not. ((Perpetual Motion by @nartothelar)) We... had to leave that one before I did something... stupid.

... There are also a few where we are Zoroark. I suppose I can see why? A black form in Unova, a white form in Hisui. It... fits. I should not take as much offense to it as I do. It is just the randomness and infinite possibilities of the multiverse at work. Just rubs me the wrong way.

I am Nadir. It is always with the Zoroark thing...

It is Always the Zoroark Thing.

[littlebluestorm]

This debate is starting to get really wild. She can't wait to see what they pull out next.

[velvetlift]

"according to the scripture recorded in this tomb, ahem-" a dainty little cough as she cleared her throat. "'you are a little bitch.' oh my, how curious! might i dare to ponder about the intent behind this author's words???"

[glowstickspinalfluid]

pokemon it would be fun to send to hisui with ingo (long ass post because i also explain why i want to send them to hisui, bear with me here):

his chandelure (self explanatory, ingo says himself in game that he knows she'd help guide people through the highlands alongside him; i dont think the clans know what a chandelier is, almost everyone's reaction to her is what tf is that thing; ghost type shenanigans with iscan and sabi; chandelure and lady sneasler gossip buddies; chandelure loves tangrowth for being able to make ingo go to bed in a way that's safe to do more than one day in a row; ingo and chandelier's connection could let him remember more??)

his haxorus (massive intimidating dragon type with axe blades coming out of its face standing next to a mysterious, strange and boldly dressed warden with glowing eyes and facial hair that almost matches the pokémon's mouth blades. they reek of power. the moment someone works up the courage to approach them, they are both incredibly polite and the dragon begs you for head scritches; i think haxorus and lady sneasler would be best friends.)

emmet's eelektross ("these are the wardens of the highlands, they tend to lord electrode and lady sneasler" "oh so the one with the electric partner is warden to lord electrode and the one with the poison partner is warden to the poison type-" "no."; melli and ingo get along better because they both can see how the other has some respect for their noble; i love eelektross; also having his brother's pokemon could jog his memory more; silly electric noodle guy; emmet and chandelure are stuck together doing whatever they're doing, could be eeby deebied elsewhere in the same position, could be looking for ingo together, either way very fun)

one of emmet's joltiks (ingo wasn't aware he even had a joltik on him; as soon as he's lucid enough to notice, the joltik gets named stowaway; taking care of this little menace requires ingo to remember a lot of his pokemon knowledge more quickly, ends up going to the highlands to see lord electrode and the voltorblings fairly often to keep her fed. once again i'm making melli and ingo closer than canon; eventually she evolved into a galvantula, but for now she is a very innocent looking ball of chaos no one quite knows how to deal with; main reason ingo decides to use pokeballs before he really remembers that he's used to using them)

no offense to the rest of his pokemon but i think they'd come across better as just there to help out and chill instead of strong and competitive as they really are. they'd all be nice to send with ingo so he's got a buddy and something to remember his home by. garbodor would be reallllly weird to everyone there and melli would respect the poison typing, klingklang would be a little out of place as a clan warden's partner, but that's about it. if any of yall absolutely love the idea of sending other pokemon to hisui with ingo that would be super duper cool but this is all i got

edit: drawings for these in a sequel post

[the-sleepy-conductor]

Ok headcanon time.

I've seen lots of headcanons about Emmet always saying "I am Emmet" simply because it could be a verbal stim, or he just automatically starts doing so because people confuse him with Ingo.

But hear me out.

He starts doing it because of Legends Arceus.

Before I dive into this, quick tw of mentions of death, as well as panic attacks. Also possibly derealization and depersonalization? I'm not sure how to describe what's down below I'm not trying to be offensive.

So, the event of Ingo being sent to Hisui happens before the events of Black and White. Except it's not a he-was-gone-for-months-or-years kind of thing. He just blips, faster than the blink of an eye, but being in Hisui felt like an eternity to him. He's still in his Subway attire after the whole ordeal, still has his Pokemon, and most importantly, still has his memories. He remembers everything about himself, but also recalls forgetting everything in Hisui.

Now I'm imagining this could happen when the twins are on the Multi Train waiting for a challenger for instance. They're bored out of their minds, with Emmet impatiently tapping his foot and Ingo nearly falling asleep. Then just as Ingo closes his eyes, Hisui happens, and he's jolted awake with a choked gasp.

Emmet is of course frightened, frantically asking Ingo what's wrong. But the older Subway Boss is in shock and clearly distressed. Ingo can only clutch his chest as he gasps and wheezes for breath. He feels as though his heart is pounding too fast for his body, he's suffocating. Can't breathe. Can't get enough oxygen-

But he's alive. His heart is beating, he can feel the cold chills through his body, the trembling... He's not dead out in ancient Sinnoh. But he still can't calm down. He's freaking out about what happened to him. Was that some weird nightmare? No, he swore everything was real. The Zoroarks, the Alphas, Giratina, Arceus, the fear still made itself home in his brain. The Pearl Clan, his Pokemon, Lady Sneasler, they created a warm fuzzy feeling in him for a split second as he recalled them. And yet he remembered all those cold, lonely nights he'd cry alone to himself for the man who looked like him, his twin brother Emmet.

And Ingo breaks down crying right then and there. He's so overwhelmed from emotion, unable to process years of events and emotions and memories in just seconds. He's hyperventilating, crying choked sobs as it feels like his poor heart is going to give out. Was he really in Hisui? He was back in the subway train, wasn't he? Like nothing ever happened? Did Arceus rip his soul from his body for that split second, and that's why his body is utterly convinced he's going to die-

And through the gasping, the crying, his heartbeat pounding in his ears, he hears Emmet's voice call out to him worriedly but calmly through it all. Ingo held onto that voice like a lifeline. It had been merely a few seconds since he heard his twin's voice, yet it had been decades. He clings onto his baby brother for dear life, registering that he's right here, Emmet is right here, and Ingo is at his side. Emmet had given up on trying to ask Ingo what's wrong, now only concerned with helping Ingo calm down. Ingo's a crying mess for a long time, but he eventually cries himself out, now too tired to keep sobbing.

Emmet takes that chance to ask Ingo if he's ok. Ingo replies that he's unsure. Physically he's fine, but... He shudders and leans against Emmet more. Emmet asks him to elaborate. Ingo was positive that Emmet would think he's gone crazy, but Ingo was so shaken up he didn't know what else to do. He explains everything, the events of Hisui, feeling like he wasn't even in his own body for a split second, and forgetting his own twin. Ingo gets choked up again and Emmet reminds him to breathe.

Even though the whole experience was traumatizing, the only thing Ingo could focus on was that he forgot Emmet. His memories are still intact now, but he knows he forgot him in Hisui. And for some reason, that terrifies him more than any space-time anomaly. He weakly chokes out that he didn't want to forget Emmet again. He could forget trains, he could forget Unova, just don't take his brother away from him again.

Of course Emmet is caught off guard by all this. But his normally unshakable brother was breaking down in his arms, and he had never seen Ingo this upset in his entire life. If Ingo had a reason to be upset, then what he said must be true, because Ingo wasn't acting like himself at all. They're Subway Bosses, they've seen it all.

Emmet reassures Ingo that he believes him. His distress his valid. But Emmet also proposes an idea. He'll remind Ingo that he is Emmet as often as he can. And from then on, he'll make a habit of saying "I am Emmet" at the start of every other sentence, for Ingo's peace of mind. It becomes such a habit, that he even says it when he's not talking to Ingo. He starts using a sort of script when introducing himself to passengers, saying "I am Emmet. I am a Subway Boss. I like Double Battles. I like combinations of two Pokemon. And I like winning more than anything else." He starts using short and brief sentences to describe himself to anyone new to him, as well as using it to keep Ingo grounded whenever he has another panic attack about his memories.

And even years later, even after the events of Black 2 and White 2, Ingo still finds comfort in hearing his little brother say "I am Emmet."

This got waaaaay out of hand but I needed somewhere to jot my thoughts

[sunstone-smiles]

Aren't Joltiks Just the Cutest?

Author’s note: It’s time to partyyyy!!! This is my first fic for the Hear Me Out Cake event hosted by @tickly-trashcan, and I was so happy when I saw that @a-fluffer-nutter requested Ingo! I’m absolutely hearing you out! I’m taking a page from tickly-trashcan and pairing the characters with cakes, so Ingo and Emmet get a Cookies and Cream / Oreo cake. (Here’s the link to the cake recipe where I found the image, Lol). I hope you enjoy!

Series: Pokemon

Characters: Ingo, Emmet, Joltik, and Excadrill

Word count: 1,503

Summary: Emmet wants to show Ingo that Joltiks are the most adorable Pokemon. In order to do so, Emmet thinks that Ingo and the Joltiks should spend some play time together!

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After being brothers with his polar opposite for so long, Ingo is used to being able to quietly focus while Emmet causes a racket in the same room. As Ingo sits peacefully reading a book on the couch with Excadrill napping by his side, Emmet sits in the middle of the floor, training eight joltiks to do tricks.

Emmet cheers in the background. “Ingo, look!” Emmet rushes over to his brother. A joltik is sitting in his cupped hands. “Joltik just did a flip! Watch!”

Ingo pulls his eyes away from his story to see the little creature. As if on cue, the joltik hops up and does a flip, almost like a toy. 

“See?” Emmet exclaims.

“Wow, very nice Emmet. And you too, Joltik,” Ingo congratulates both pokemon and partner.

“I know, right?” Emmet brings the joltik to his face, then nuzzles the tiny creature, “Aren’t joltiks just the cutest?”

“Well, I don’t know about the cutest,” Ingo looks over at his napping Excadrill and gives the creature a gentle pat. Ingo would say that all his pokemon are the cutest though, truly.

Emmet narrows his eyes at his brother, taking lighthearted offense at Ingo’s words. 

“Oh, really?” he lifts a brow. He turns his attention back to the tiny creature in his hand. “Well, maybe you just haven’t spent enough time with them like I have.”

“I’m sure of that,” Ingo moves his eyes from Excadrill to his book, not even sparing a moment to see Emmet’s face. If he did look though, he would have seen that Emmet’s expression had morphed itself into a scheming smile.

Emmet leans on one leg. “Theeeen, maybe you should spend some more time with them,” he glides over to Ingo. With zero warning, Emmet places the joltik on Ingo’s shoulder. Ingo whips his head in the creature’s direction when he feels the little legs, like a tiny bird’s, resting on his shoulder.

He glances up at his brother and lays his book on the table in front of him, confused. Emmet has his hands on his hips, and Ingo finally notices the calculating smirk on his lips.

“Go on, Ingo. Get to know them,” Emmet says. By this time, the little joltik has already begun making their way towards Ingo’s neck. When they reach their destination, the electric type nuzzles into the side of his neck to show their affection.

“Emmet, what point are you trying to make?” Ingo says with a joltik mid-snuggling his neck. “You know I already like joltiks.”

“Yes, but you don’t think they’re the cutest. Which is fine. Everyone is entitled to their opinion. I just thought that you could have some fun with them. You know, to hear me out.” Emmet’s tone appears standard, but his grin adds a hint of mischief to his words.

Ingo rolls his eyes. “Emmet, my opinion is not going to sway in an instant—ah!” Ingo’s sentence is suddenly cut off when he feels the little joltik climb into the collar of his shirt. Immediately, Ingo’s mouth quivers into a smile. The little joltik skitters across his torso, making joltik’s journey have ticklish repercussions for Ingo.

Emmet’s grin widens from ear to ear, experiencing joy that’s equivalent to sneaking ice down their sibling’s shirt. “Oh, did I forget to tell you that when joltiks are curious, they like to explore?”

“E-Emmet!” Ingo stutters with an underlying growl, trying to tame the feeling of laughter. 

“See, you would know that if you spent more time with them,” Emmet throws another quip his way.

“Very funny,” Ingo says through gritted teeth. His body begins to curl forward. “C-Come on, joltik. Gehehet out of there,” a giggle slips.

“Hmm,” Emmet taps a finger to his chin, but he already knows full well what the next part of his plan is. “Maaaybe, playing with even more joltiks will convince you of their cuteness!”

“What?!” Ingo exclaims, but Emmet’s already scooping up his seven other joltiks in his arms and bringing them to join the party. 

Ingo’s eyes grow wide. “Emmet! Wahahait!” Ingo’s giggles from the joltik’s tickles and from the anticipation spill simultaneously. Right after his pleas, Emmet gently pours the joltiks over his twin’s shoulders, and all of the little creatures wander to different places around Ingo like children exploring a new playground. Ingo scrunches his shoulders to his neck and wraps his arms around himself, already feeling the tiny creatures spider their little legs across his upper half—some even crawling into his shirt.

“Ohohohoh nohohoho!” Ingo finally bursts into laughter; his chest rumbles from his booming giggles that are loud enough for Excadrill’s ears sitting beside him. The steel and ground type pokemon blinks open their eyes. Feeling and seeing through the sleepy corner of their vision that Ingo is making sudden shifts in movement, Excadrill’s head shoots up in surprise. 

He jumps to his feet, alert and worried for his trainer, “Exca!?” Finally processing the laughter and seeing the wide smile on Ingo’s face, the pokemon leans his head to the side. “Drill?”

Emmet informs the older pokemon, “Don’t worry, Excadrill. Ingo and my joltiks are just having a little playdate.”

Excadrill nods in understanding. He’s used to the twins causing some brotherly ruckus once in a while. Most of the time, Excadrill is an audience member to their shenanigans, but this time, Excadrill thinks to himself that his trainer could use some revenge for waking him up…

The dual type spots one of the joltik perched and snuggling at Ingo’s neck. “Exca! Drill-drill!” he grabs their attention.

The one joltik returns a smile with their blue eyes. “Jol! Joltik!” As soon as the interaction takes place, the joltik scurries into Ingo’s sleeve. Excadrill smirks. The larger pokemon hops off the couch and struts over to a pillow left on the floor while looking over his shoulder with a sly smile.

“Wahahait! Excadrill! Whahahat did yohohou just tehehehell them–AHA!” Ingo’s laughter jumps a hurdle once he feels the little creatures hone in around his ribs and his belly like a coordinated attack. 

“YOHOHOHOU trahahaitor!!!” Ingo, who figured out the answer to his very question, yells over to Excadrill. The steel and ground type simply keeps grinning and plops himself onto the floor pillow.

Emmet looks Excadrill’s way. “Verrry nice, Excadrill. I didn’t think you had it in you,” the younger twin complements. Excadrill makes a happy grunt. Emmet then clasps his hands together and returns his attention to his brother. 

“So Ingo. Now that you’ve gotten more acquainted with my joltiks, there’s another reason I want to show you why they are the cutest. Technically they can’t learn what the actual move is in battles, but I taught them a miniature version of it they can use for occasions such as this one. The move is called the most endearing and adorable name. Watch,” Emmet ends his pitch by putting on the largest smirk. He pauses for dramatic effect. “Joltik?”

“Ehehemmet!” Ingo giggles his brother’s name like he was scolding him.

“Use…”

“Ehehemmet, dohohont!” Ingo’s giggles turn more frantic, like he knows what’s coming.

“Nuzzle.” 

With the command spoken, the sound of tiny electric sparks and squeaks are heard from beneath Ingo’s shirt. Ingo doesn’t even have a moment to prepare himself before a surge of electric energy zaps harmlessly, but very ticklishly, at the front of his torso, causing Ingo to explode with more of his boisterous laughter. The blast of his giggles knocks him over and onto the cushions flat on his back. He curls his knees to his chest and he rolls himself into a ball of precious giggles, still while making sure not to hurt the little joltik playing around.

“See? Isn’t that adorable?” Emmet teases. Ingo’s not sure whether or not he’s referring to the joltik or poking fun at him. Either way, Ingo surrenders.

“EHEHEMMET! Ohohohokay! OKAY! Cahahahall them OHOHOHOFF!” Ingo shouts. Satisfied, Emmet walks closer to Ingo and claps his hands.

“Okay, joltik. Playtime is over. Come on out, everyone,” Emmet says. The sound of electricity starts to silence, then joltiks begin to emerge from Ingo’s shirt. The joltiks all jump off of Ingo and into Emmet’s arms as Ingo releases his remaining giggles and regains a steady stream of air. When all eight of the electric creatures are retrieved, the pokemon crawl up and perch themselves on Emmet’s shoulders and on his head. 

Emmet lends a hand to his brother to help him sit upright on the couch. Then, he takes a seat next to him.

“So, how about it? Did I convince you?” Emmet elbows his twin to let him know he’s kidding. “Although I will say, Excadrill definitely earned some cuteness points from me for helping joltik and I earlier.”

Ingo rolls his eyes at this silly competition. “How about we just call it even and say that all of our pokemon are the cutest?” Ingo flashes his brother a soft smile.

Emmet emphasizes a nod, “Now THAT is something I can agree with.”

[critterbitter]

Hi there! I wanted to preface this by saying that your submas and Nimbasa trio art are awesome, and I adore the way you draw them and write their interactions ❤️ . Their expressions, the way they move and interact with each other and the world around them, it's great 👍.

There's something I wanted to ask regarding your comics, and I ask this with the utmost respect 🙏, because it's something I've been wondering: where are their parents? It's awesome that they do all this stuff together, but the parents are, like, never brought up. Not even Elesa's after her introduction to the twins. And Ik that in the Pokemon verse, you're free to do whatever at age 10, but I still wanted to ask in your comics, at least, since they're still so young, if there's going to be any mentions of them.

I don't want you to feel pressured to draw designs for their parents or anything like that! It's perfectly understandable if you've never thought of the subject, I just wanted to know if they're still in the picture or if, for drama effect, they're orphans adopted by uncle Drayden in your lore. (Ofc, if you believe in the uncle Drayden theory, that is).

And once again, thank you for all the work you do! You're awesome, and your art is awesome 👌. And I really hope this ask doesn't come off as mean or offensive, I'm just really curious about anything you'd be willing to give about submas parents. Thank you 😊 for everything once again. Your work is greatly appreciated 🙏.

:0!

Going to be honest, I didn’t really think about them parents much— pokemon treats most parent figures as non-entities, so… yeah. Feral teenagers running around.

If you want to hear my rambling though! (Note that this is all work in progress! Things are inclined to change.)

Worldbuilding for this iteration, I like to think it’s cultural that everybody has a pokemon starter/ ace that they grow with, but it depends on individuals to decide how close their lives intertwine. That in mind,

Ingo and emmet have two moms! Their ma’ is drayden’s twin sister— Kaita, haxorous ace, and a dragon specialist. And their mother, Lucielle, a stoutland ace, works as a full time trainer. The ladies are a bit absent from the twin’s life because they have their own business, but like to send Ingo and Emmet stuff from wherever they roam. (They tried their best when the kids were younger. But talking about having kids, and actually raising kids are two different topics in life.)

Drayden serves as an uncle figure for the twins, but he’s a bit bitter he got two patrats dumped on him.

((Does the lack of parent figures and a distant uncle have lasting effects on ingo and emmet? That’s up for your interpretation. Though it would explain latching onto each other and then later litwick and tynamo…))

As for the pachirisu child—

Elesa’s parents are separated. Her dad, Rin, works a full time desk job. He means the best, but he’s never home. He lost his staraptor a while back and is still dealing with the grieving process, and isn’t really equipped to look after a kid on top of all that. Elesa’s mom, Himawari, is still in Sinnoh and works as a ranger. Her ace is a solrock.

(Why are they separated? That’s for you guys to postulate! I am simply throwing ocs at the wall.)

Elesa was moved to unova partially due to her dad’s new job, and partially due to that Entire Nebulous Situation. She adapts fast, but it’s not a fun adaption.

Anyways, the twins and elesa in turn grew up very independent as a result.

And that’s the barebones!

[teabunnee]

A shy s/o with a crush on Ingo and Emmet

Ingo

For a while, Ingo thought you didn’t like him. He was used to people getting intimidated by him, so he assumed it was something like that. This made his heart hurt. He considers staying away from you for a while, but réalisés he simply cannot when he sees your face as he tries to avoid you. 

Ingo does find your shyness adorable, though, once he recognizes it as shyness. It makes him feel protective and concerned for your well-being. Even when it’s him. He takes no offense! He can be shy too. 

And your blush is beautiful to him, but he won’t admit it. His heart skips a beat when he réalisés he has this effect on you. But surely it’s just admiration, surely. 

He does his best to make you feel comfortable, consciously lowering his voice, leaning down slightly to make himself feel smaller, and always checking up on you. If you’d allow it, he’ll send out his Pokémon to play with yours as a way to calm you down. Chandelure hums soft songs to you. 

This did. Not help. Not in the way he hoped at least. 

You’ll likely need some intervention to stop this little dance. Likely by Emmet, who gets frustrated by Ingo’s constant moaning and wish to be closer to you. 

Emmet

Emmet was worried that it was a form of dislike, was he too loud? Too overbearing? Did his face creep you out? It made him more upset than he would admit. 

He also wants to accommodate you, his actions more subdued, and he lowers himself as much as possible. He also checks on your well-being. He’ll recite train facts or talk about his latest battles to you and give you little treats. His Pokémon are also used to help make you feel comfortable. Galvantula is very cuddly, and so are the joltiks! He’s fumbling slightly, he’s not the most delicate of people, but he tries. 

oh Emmet is a teaser, once he réalisés it’s shyness, he’ll twist his head to meet your gaze, a soft playful smile on his face or ask you to speak again should you stutter. You’re so cute he just wants to squeeze you tight! He wants to confess, but he worries about pushing you away.

If he ever goes too far, tell him, Emmet will dial it back immediately and apologies, perhaps even confess his feelings too. 

[drawingwithdonnie]

for the send me a character ask game... ingo pokemon perhaps.... or mephone4 if you'd prefer lolz im not gonna lie i was so shocked seeing you also like the funny subway bosses!!! absolutely the most pleasant jumpscare ever LOL I LOVE INGO AND EMMET POKEMON!!!!!!!

POINTS AT YOU. FELLO SUBMAS FAN?????? HELLO?.??????????? Oh my god . That's so cool. JUST FOR THAT I WILL DO BOTH !! (Mephone under the cut bc this post is getting Long)

Ingo:

• song I associate with him:

I'm honestly awful with assigning songs to characters but hear me out. Everything Stays from adventure time. I can't explain why but you gotta just hear me out.

• a personal favorite hc:

Other than the obvious "both of the twins are autistic" that's practically canon rather than fanon, I really like the HC that he has a sweet tooth :] and also that he's CRAZY strong post hisui, to the point he can practically carry around Crustle on his back /hj

• an otp / pairing:

Ingo x going home safely 😭😭😭😭😭 But laventon/Ingo is pretty good ?? I'm not crazy about shipping ingo tho lol

• a notp

Other than the obvious (bl@nkshipping), the world's biggest ick for me is Ingo (or emmet)/elesa :( nimbasa trio as family unit please and thank you

• favorite platonic relationship:

Obviously nimbasa trio as stated above, but the Uncle Ingo hc + either akari or rei is PEAKKK. I see it most often with akari bc Ingo is truly a girldad at heart but where's rei </3 Ingo can have two niblings </3 (also ingo's friendship with irida is peak. Btw)

• fav thing/ reason I like him:

I am nothing if not the biggest sucker for siblings in media. I have four brothers !! Of course this is my bread and butter !!! i can't pin down why I like him and emmet so much but i really love the lore behind Ingo and his time in hisui. GAH it just hurts my heart so bad but !!! It's so sweet at the same time??? it's hard to explain but I love legends arcues so BAD

• something I don't like about him:

His English voice in the anime. THAT'S NOT INGO 😭❓ no offense to the VA but he does noooooot fit ingo. To me. His pokemon masters voice is peak tho

• favorite moment from the series:

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

"We'll soon be arriving at Wayward Cave's exit. Even if the memories themselves have faded... it appears much still lives on in my heart."

...yeah. I'm still emotional over that DON'T LOOK AT MEEEE

WRITING ON THE WALL BY WILL STETSON. I DON'T CARE THAT ITS A GENSHIN IMPACT FANSONG. ITS MEPHONECORE. BREATHE IF YOU AGREE.

MePhone4:

• a song I associate with him:

• a personal favorite hc:

I have too many to count but </3 ive dubbed him Mr Emotion Bottler for a reason !!! He would rather die than have a candid conversation about his feelings

• an otp/pairing:

you already KNOW what I'm about to say. TWOPHONE SAVE THE WORLD BABEYYY!!!

• a notp:

shipping him with any meepling is an automatic red flag imo. or with ballpoint. or with bot. I'm very opinionated

• favorite platonic relationship:

HIM AND 3GS !!! "But Zel isn't mepad your favorite meepling" I hear you say. Not any more (sorry king) ITS 3GS O'CLOCK FOREVER. I need a full miniseries of just mephone and 3GS LAST WEEK. God I love 3GS. This ain't about him but he's my little guy <333

• fav thing/ reason I like him

He's just like me for real. Also my favorite brand of character is "red/blue tragic sibling with daddy issues and some degree of trauma who I can project onto" so of course he's my #1 guy. Also he's an Asshole with so so many layers of complexity and I need to put him in my pocket

• something I don't like about him:

s1ep1 voice /silly but honestly the flaws he has as a character make him way more interesting so I don't really dislike anything about him

• favorite moment from the series:

End of s3 up on the volcano... Or just 90% of his screentime in the s2 finale lol

[nekumiho]

persona 3 reload came out yesterday so Naturally i was obligated to finally do a finished piece with my silly velvet room attendants submas au. alt versions, lore info, and misc doodles under the cut o__o (attendant related p5 spoilers mentioned). also sorry for the eyestrain.

protags they attend to are Fellow Twins hilda and hilbert who always just get referred to as 'passenger(s)'. velvet room manifestation is the inside of a subway car, no i havent worked out what that symbolizes to hilda and hilbert, dont worry about it. but i think whether its visibly in motion or not wld depend on the protags' mental state, one side of the windows for hilda and one for hilbert. mostly dark empty with no visual movement outside the windows w/ maybe a flickering station light somewhere or a visibly blocked tunnel for when theyre feeling stuck in life, default would be like a well lit platform outside of the window with faceless shadow people walking around, how crowded it is depends on their progress with social links. high speed through the tunnels with their half of the car rocking violently when there's high stress super dire stuff going on, steady movement when theyre making progress with something, etc etc

their brassards HOPEFULLY translate to 'down' (χάμω) and 'up' (πάνω) in greek??? i wanted smth like caroline and justine's hats but also not The Same and uhhh yknow. persona 3 and greek mythology are pretty :handshake:.

i dont wanna steal margaret's eldest sibling clout so i think physically ingo and emmet would be younger than her but only barely. margaret is literally the only attendant i can see being physically over like 35 and i need sbms to be mid thirties at like the bare minimum. theyre highkey disturbed whenever lavenza willingly splits herself back into caroline and justine. weirded out by the other 'twins' in general bc they're not even Real twins. they gatekeep being twins. if anyone asks "so are you guys also just two halves of one person" it will be the most offensive thing you could ever say to them. elizabeth and emmet bully theodore together. ingo doesnt dislike theodore but just kind of forgets he exists because the twins are always being like "my brother, [name] (pauses and remembers theodore), i mean, ONE of my brothers,"

emmet is very :handshake: with elizabeth while ingo is very :handshake: with margaret. they both have their own fave sisters whoops. (sorry lavenza). in any sort of 'dancing game' scenario theyre both awkward as hell. very theodore core in general with emmet having some of the elizabeth vibes of just 'i am just never going to stop making random jerky body movements' ingo is a BIT more stiff. but like in general i think theo's way of life and elizabeth's aria of the soul have pretty good ingo and emmet vibes respectively. if i ever learn model editing beyond texture replacement its so over for my mmds.

i love igor dearly but i think since there are Two of them they can kinda handle stuff on their own while igor helps with Other persona protags in their respective rooms? emmet says shit like "YEAH FUCK IGOR THIS IS OUR LINE!!!!!!!!!!!!" and ingos like "emmet be nice thats still our boss and the only reason he let us be in charge is because hes busy".

ingo handles all persona fusion stuff and emmet does storage/organization/other misc stuff and gives you p3 elizabeth styled quests. they can both be social linked because i say so. emmet is justice arcana and ingo is judgement. emmets quests are the only way or at least the main way to increase your social link with him and if you dont finish one of his Special Request ones you lose your link with him. one of the special requests is to take him and ingo to see a real subway station 100% because theyve never seen one.

of all the other velvet rooms, they like the p4 one the most because the inside of the limo is the closest to the subway car they're familiar with but i think theyd like the p3 one too for the possible rocking motion of the elevator eternally going up

thats all i can think of right now i THINK thats everything??? so heres an original concept sketch,

and also a funny emmet quest moments doodle

oh yeah emmet really fucking loves jack frost because they have similar vibes. ingo, on the other hand, is a big pyro jack fan.

[axl-ion]

A while ago during my Sketchtember escapade, I made yet another AU with Highlands shipping as somewhat of a focus, but mostly it's like this:

Cresselia and Giratina posses Melli and Ingo respectively and they get into such shenanigans that Dialga and Palkia call up on Adaman and Irida to essentially tell them "Guys, they are too silly, you need to stop them because if we were ti come and do it, we would just beat our sibling into lasagna and your region would be gone so please deal with our f- up."

The tomfoolery includes:

1. Acting very out of character yet making everyone in Hisui believe that they are the people they are pretending to be.

2. Deciding to go on a vacation to Unova to see their old friend Victiny.

3. Adaman can't use a map for the life of his.

4. The legendaries channeling their powers through full! Pokéballs just to make the Pokémon in them match their aesthetic.

5. 2 people being so gay for eachother, they almost make the 2 legendaries kiss.

I don't actually know how would I end the story for real, all I came up is an in character of the AU but Idk how funny ending where Zekrom just yells "DIVORCE! NOW!" and Cresselia and Giratina are forced to leave the bodies they possessed.

Also when it comes to the Pokémon, I'm actually thinking about drawing that for real and even got like... A gimmick for these forms.

For Melli's Cresseliad Pokémon it's that they get bulkier (more HP + 1 of the defences boosted + they can still attack while using Rest).

Ingo's Giratinad Pokémon would actually mimic what happens when Giratina changes form and simply put, the offensive and defensive stats swap.

[ratwithhands]

i'm curious about your submas magical boy au, what would a reunion between emmet and ingo look like after everything?

Probably very jarring. The thing with the basic story is that the separation leads both of them to become more focused on their own circumstances (Ingo connects to and identifies more with the people and environment around him, while Emmet isolates himself and tries to do everything alone).

If they were to meet again, they wouldn't recognize each other. Like, they'd know logically that they are brothers, this is their old battle partner, but they would not understand what became of each other. I think if they met in their battle forms, Ingo would start attacking while Emmet is trying to process who he's looking at. I do think after some time to calm down and talk about how their lives had been, they would eventually return to their close bond, likely having their uniforms change again to reflect their journeys.

I haven't written that far but I can guarantee you that Ingo would throw his weapon at Emmet 💀 No way he spent who knows how long defending the Pearl Clan only to find himself facing this flying armed thing and he doesn't go on the offense. Seeing Emmet go on the defensive and not directly attack him would probably confuse him a lot too.

When I get more of this stuff outlined, I'll try drawing some interactions. Thank you for your ask ^^!

[casualsnickers]

Month of Emmet Quick Write #3

Prompt #3: Battle

It's a bit peculiar that Subway Master Emmet wears white all the time. The commuters just think it's a 'twins' thing- the depot agents know better. In other words, Emmet's tailor hates him.

*Inspired directly by @kobandan. Their comic for day two absolutely activated the few neurons in my noggin.

Read the whole thing below the cut.

Wrappers crunched. Small talk and loud chatter alike filtered in and out of the office as footsteps echoed on the polished linoleum.

“C’mon Ingo! Relax a little!” From within her chair right beside Ingo, Elesa reached across the table into the takeout bag, pulling out a handful of loose fries. “You know, there’s a concert that’s gonna be happening in Virbank this weekend,” she hummed, taking a sip of her drink. “The one with that singer that you liked back when we were teenagers. What’s his name again? Piers, I think? And then you got Emmet into it too!” Elesa then brightened.  “I know! You should come with me! Both of you guys! I have extra tickets and I think it would be nice- to reintroduce you to that kind of stuff.” Elesa playfully nudged Ingo in the ribs with her elbow. “A fun little bonding activity~ Well? Come on. What do you think, Go-Go?

“A…band? Ah, but aren’t musical concerts quite… loud?” Ingo replied hesitantly. It had been some time since he had returned from Hisui and he had found that the modern world was… well, to put it mildly, ‘loud’ would be an understatement. The Battle Subway was loud enough- Ingo often found himself making a beeline to his and Emmet’s office to recover from the mental strain of working in such a vivacious environment. But he found himself warming up to the idea more and more as his friend enthusiastically elaborated, taking small bites out of the ‘loaded burger’ that Elesa had so quickly jumped to buy for him.

               At that moment, the door to the main office clattered open. Boots clicked on linoleum. Fabric shuffled. Keys jangled.

               In strode Emmet, a massive grin on his face as he closed the office door with one foot, hanging his hat on the stand and ripping off his gloves. Upon seeing both Ingo and Elesa leaning up against one another, the man practically beamed. He opened his mouth to speak. Elesa beat him to the punch.

“Em... Honey... Sweetheart. What in dragons’ name happened to you?” Elesa immediately set down her food but made no attempt to rise, leaning back in her chair with a disgusted expression as she gave the man a slow once-over. “Your clothes!” The woman then stiffened, crossing her arms. “Tell me you didn’t go and service another engine with your battling gear. You have a bad habit of forgetting to change.”

“I. Did not!” Emmet pulled off his subway coat and half-fell into an empty spinning chair, picking his feet up as his chair rocketed into the wall. He then pushed himself over to his desk and eagerly pulled over his stack of maintenance documents. “This isn’t oil. It’s dust. Soot. Ash.”

               Emmet’s entire outfit- his usual sparkling white slacks, jacket, hat, and dress shoes- each were stained and smudged with varying levels of grime, each atrocious and each downright offensive. His hat and slacks were splashed in sickly purples and greens, speckled black patches like soot decorating his shoes and slack edges. His jacket had numerous holes in the tail end as though a dragon-type had gnawed on it and a few buttons had either been torn close to falling off or were gone entirely. A massive chunk of Emmet’s hat- including the Gear Station insignia pin- were just completely gone, exposing the stuffing and the nylon inside.

Even Emmet’s standard black dress shirt and gloves were completely ruined. The starched collar and sleeves of Emmet’s shirts had what looked to be bleach spots on them, one of his shirt tails completely untucked and shredded to bits. His black gloves were almost completely white to the fingertips, the leather around the knuckles- concertedly- missing as if cleanly taken out with a hole punch.

Emmet didn’t look the least concerned that half of the skin along his arms and a section of his leg were completely visible, instead seeming to enjoy the attention as he tapped his foot against the tile. His own hair- messy and half-alive with static, was blown backward as if Emmet had decided to go skydiving for the first portion of his shift.

               Ingo raised an eyebrow. An inkling of his mind raised the question that he wasn’t nearly as concerned for his brother as he should’ve been. As if it was something to be expected and just as easily tolerated.  “You are unusually chipper for a man that’s filthy and practically indecent,” Ingo murmured, locking eyes with Emmet who leaned his head against his hand lazily. “You look as though you’ve crawled through the insides of an unmaintained tender.” Ingo took a long swig from his drink, narrowing his eyes. “Slept in one, too.”

               Emmet smirked. “You’re one to talk. The water ran black when you were reintroduced to modern plumbing,” he drawled, still staring unflinchingly into Ingo’s eyes. “You thought being dirty was normal. And you were covered in actual, literal dirt.”

               Ingo immediately felt his face heat up. “That is not the point here!” he claimed, not quite meeting Emmet’s eyes as he crossed his arms. “Why do you look as though you’ve strapped yourself to the tracks and let numerous trains run over you?”

               Elesa snorted, almost choking on her drink. Her entire face went flush as she began laughing. “That’s one way to put it, Iggs!”

“Get your mind out of the gutter, Elesa” Emmet chided, his own face beginning to redden as he scooted his chair purposefully away from the two of them. “That is not what happened.”

“Would you care to explain then, Emmet?”

               Emmet grinned before unclipping his pokémon belt and setting it on the desk for both Elesa and Ingo to see. Almost every single pokéball was in the same state of disrepair: burn marks, scrapes, dents, and dings in each one. “A verrry powerful trainer visited my line today!” Emmet beamed. “They arrived with a looot of super strong pokémon! It was very cool! They brought friends! A lot of strong friends! It was fantastic!” Emmet then hunkered down into himself, bringing his shaking hand to his chin as he snatched up a loose piece of paper, frantically scribbling down barely legible words. “I should remember that. ‘Follow Me’ on a bulky pokémon- preferably attached with a defense-boosting item or maybe leftovers. Skill Link Ability pokémon with a Rocky Helmet maybe? Or perhaps Loaded Dice would be better?”

“Okay, so your battle was crazy,” Elesa interjected, carefully but concertedly scanning the massive amounts of damage in Emmet’s outfit. “But how did your clothes get so bad? What’d you do? Stand in front of your pokémon while they were fighting?”

               Ingo involuntarily snorted, struggling to conceal his laughter after remembering that his good friend Dawn used to perform that exact same scenario when they were still in Hisui- to psych out the few wielders that existed. That or just mess about. Ingo could perfectly imagine Emmet doing the same right in front of his Eelektross.

“Overheat,” Emmet started, pointing to the massive burn streaks staining his shoes. “Acid Spray.” Another gesture to his heavily bleached shirt. “Bug Buzz.” The torn threads in his shirt. “Discharge.” Another pointed finger at the torn fabric on his jacket sleeves. “The battle was verrry serious! So much fun! They used all kinds of new strategies that I haven’t seen before! They brought a bunch of new pokémon! Them and their friends! There were six of them!” Emmet exclaimed, his grin growing wider and wider as he rocked back-and-forth in his chair, causing the frame to squeak. “Each one stronger and smarter than the last!”

“Did you at least win, Em?” Elesa asked tiredly. “You better have. Getting all that fixed is gonna cost a pretty penny.”

               Emmet’s grin almost stretched across his face as he fully leaned back in his chair. “All six of them won against me! Just barely! It was the most fun I’ve had in months! I hope they return to the Super Doubles Line soon so that I can battle them again!”

“Wait. The Super Doubles Line?” Elesa clarified. “As in, the ‘challenging trainer usually gets obliterated by the seventh car’ Doubles Line? The ‘nothing but depot agents’ Doubles Line? The- ”

“You can just say that you haven’t prevailed on those particular tracks,” Ingo teased, stealing the rest of the spare fries at the bottom of the bag. “I would never presumably figure out that a record exists of how many times you have been ejected from the Super Singles, Doubles, and Multi Lines. And I would certainly- never- look at those records.” Ingo then blinked innocently at Elesa as he scooted his chair just the tiniest inch away from the woman who looked as though she were about to strangle him.

“You do not have a record!”

“We do!” Emmet replied snappily. “All trainers have their battle facility records locked onto their IDs. It is not hard to find.”

“Nevermind. You’re being overly ominous again and we’re not going down that road. But the Super Doubles Line? Wow. Must’ve been some kind of monsters to get all the way through- the six of them in one day- just to destroy you… You had fun?”

“Yyyup!”

“What on earth are you guys feeding the Depot Agents on your supers lines anyway?” Elesa groaned, pointedly asking Ingo instead of Emmet who had begun to whizz through his papers. “I tried getting through once- way too strong for me.”

“We feed them coal slag and commuter debris,” Ingo answered with a stoic face, crumbling up the wrapper of his burger and tossing it in the nearby trash can. “Food wrappers. Plastic. Newspapers. Chewing gum. Some rust scraps off of repaired engines prevent any potential iron deficiencies.”

“Ah, but you are forgetting grease, Ingo,” Emmet chimed in. “Grease- Curve rail grease is essential for a depot agent’s balanced diet. That and stripped screws. And maybe a healthy serving of handrail and seat sweat.”

“Eugh. You guys are absolute loons,” Elesa responded without missing a beat, fully leaning against Ingo as the woman took a joking picture of Emmet in his atrocious work attire looking completely unbothered. She then sent the picture to Skyla unprompted. “You know, I’ve never seen someone so happy to have lost six times in a row at their place of work,” Elesa commented snidely under her breath. “Did you at least steal some pointers from them like you usually do, Em?”

               At that, Emmet whipped out a small, battered notepad from his coat pocket, eagerly showing off the multitudes upon multitudes of detailed battling graphs, paragraphs of messy handwriting, and heavily highlighted sections. “I did! And now! I want to recruit more pokémon to the team!” He said it more to himself than to Elesa or Ingo, pulling open his desk drawer in order to pull out a thick, heavily-banded book that looked close to bursting.

“Oh sweet dragons above- you’re pulling out Ol’ Reliable, Em? What’s the occasion? Gonna make some more abridgements? Honestly, you should just have the library make a copy- that’s a whole concrete brick right there.”

“Says the woman with five hand-banded design template books twice the size in her house,” Emmet snarked back, struggling to open the cover of his tome. “Let’s see. Eenie, meenie, miney… huh. That’s odd.”

“What’s the matter?” Ingo asked, taking a massive bite out of his second burger. He was quick to wipe the sauce off of his cheek. “What are you looking for?”

“Foreign pokémon.” Emmet then paused, scowling before stowing the book away back under his desk, crossing his arms. “Foreign pokémon,” he grunted. “Abilities. I don’t know the abilities of the pokémon I battled against today. I don’t even remember what the names of the species are.”

“Emmet. You do realize that the Battle Subway collects and archives trainer data during registration, don’t you?” Ingo piped up. “The free connectivity to the C-Gear? To Entralink? To the recommended vs recorder? You were the one to tell me that all trainers must register their preferred pokémon with an attendant before they even so much as board a subway car. Unless perhaps… you did forget about that particular clause…?”

               Emmet was out of his seat in a moment’s notice, the seams in his shirt beginning to splinter and pop apart as the man shoved his hat back onto his head and grabbed his jacket off of the hook, marching squarely over toward the office door. “Be back soon. Next destination: the attendant’s desk.” The door slammed shut after him.

               A moment passed by before Elesa once again reached across the table and pulled out a carton of onion rings alongside Emmet’s burger that he hadn’t even touched. “I call dibs.”

“Absolutely not. I paid for those.”

[sataara]

Window Shopping

Small holiday fic of Ingo and reader walking around the city together, it's short and just plain fluff! I wrote it on request of my good friend Snowy and inspired by this art from twitter!

You can read it on Ao3 too, hope you enjoy and happy holidays!

The warm cup of coffee you held, helped keeping the chill away. Not that you minded much, the cold being much more welcome than the searing heat of summer. As you sat on a bench, just outside the station, you hoped he didn't take too long to finish up for the day, while you held your own drink, his was resting next to you, on a cup holder, the rising steam gave you hope that the warmth would hold until he showed up.

With so many people transiting to and from the station, you didn't notice him until a shadow stopped in front of you.

“I hope you didn't have to wait here for too long, my dear.” You looked up at his warm expression, your own following along with the contagious mood.

“Not at all, love, I've only been here for twenty minutes or something. You're right on schedule as always.” Your smile grew just that bit more at using his own turn of phrase on him, Ingo rolled his eyes fondly.

“A train should always arrive at the station on time to not inconvenience any passengers. Or maybe I just missed you after these busy few days.” He picked up his drink, sitting down where it had been and letting you lean your head on his shoulder. His free arm snaked behind you to pull you closer, hand resting on your waist.

“I missed you too. How did work go?”

After Ingo finished telling you of his and Emmet’s latest battle against Nate and Rosa, you decided to walk, restless after sitting for such a long time in the cold, despite how comfortable you were against your partner.

As you walked, you decided to link an arm with Ingo, wanting to stay close even while moving.

“Do not try and lie to me, I know you're just trying to steal all my warmth.” Ingo said with a playful tone.

“Well, that's just a bonus.”

“I think it's the main goal.”

“How dare you insinuate I'm nothing more than an opportunist.” Your tone exaggerated, a hand falling to your chest dramatically.

“I would do no such thing. It's not an insinuation, it's a statement.”

You gasped with fake offense, making you both unable to contain the giggles bubbling up in your chests.

“Oh, look, Ingo! Isn't that model from the Orient Express?”

Your attention was taken by a store front, the lights shining just right on a few products for people to react just as you did. The decoration around the display also reminding you that Delibird Day was getting close, you already had an idea for Ingo’s present, but you wanted something nice for his brother too. After all, you became good friends since you started seeing Ingo frequently. Not that everyone would know that, since you showed your love by calling each other names.

“Yes, that is, but we have a better model at home, more faithful to the original and with better quality.” You loved hearing the pride in Ingo's voice.

You leaned closer to the glass using his arm as support, so you could get a better look, seeing the almost janky way the locomotive moved on the tracks and many other little flaws, that you only recognized thanks to the many times you were shown the twins’ beloved collection.

“I wanted to give Emmet something nice for Delibird day, I have no idea what, though.” You said with sincerity, eyes still on the objects in display, seeing a chess set with knight like pokemon inspired pieces, the pawniard pawns not very well made, much like the model train.

“Do you have any ideas?”

“I feel like everyone that doesn't know you two well just go for train themed presents, easier to get right. I wanted something different, I guess.” You right your posture and go back to walking, Ingo seamlessly moving with you.

The next store is a clothing one but nothing close to your or Ingo’s style, so you glance at it but keep walking.

“Hm, I think it's a nice gesture already, to not go for the obvious, but you need a starting point.”

“I know, I know. Emmet likes gaming too, so I gave his wishlist a look, but after nothing seemed to pop out I thought that maybe a physical present would be nicer.”

You went to take a sip of your drink but when nothing came out you noticed you'd finished while you were talking, your mind so focused on your conundrum that you didn't even realize you were taking sips every pause or so. Ingo brought you back to Earth by taking the empty cup from your hand and throwing it on the nearest trash can, seemingly having done so with his own just before.

“You're thinking plushie? That's always a nice gift.”

“For me, maybe, but all your plushies end up with either Galvantula or Haxorus, I want to give him a gift, not his pokemon.”

“Well, that may be true but at least it means I don't have to share my bed with ten million squishy creatures.”

“I don't understand the issue, they are cuddly and soft!”

“I know that perfectly well when I wake up holding a huge fake dratini, instead of my beloved partner.”

“Don't be a baby, anyone would be lucky to wake up with Catarina in their arms.”

Ingo huffs in amusement, the smile on your face betraying your own statements of annoyance.

“But back to the topic, maybe something pratical then?” Ingo said as you stopped again, this time in front of a bakery, eyes skimming the baked goods with interest.

“What, you want me to give him socks? Extra ten identical dress shirts like the ones you guys use to work?”

“Sure, give him those fuzzy joltik socks we saw the other day.”

“I can give the socks plus something else. Would be a shame compared to yours.”

“Oh?” Interest clear in Ingo's tone. “And what would that be?”

“It's a surprise, I'm not telling you.” You gave him a conspiring smile.

“Hmph, now you just made me more curious.”

You laughed and said nothing as you gave up on the bakery, not feeling particularly hungry. The next store had tacky shirts and mugs on display, one of them making you snort as you read “Of course I love double battles, I'm bisexual”. You pointed it out to Ingo who took a second looking it over before barking out a laugh, getting some eyes on you for a few seconds before people quickly moved on with their business.

Something else caught your attention, a t-shirt with Pier’s logo hung next to others of similarly known artists.

“Hey Ingo, does Emmet have any Piers merch?” You squeezed his arm to make sure he was listening, a plan already forming in your mind.

“He has a simple t-shirt and an autographed poster, but I think that's it.” It sounded like Ingo was following your train of thought.

“What if I called Piers to meet up here after Delibird day? And maybe sending a signed official tour shirt too, if he still has one somewhere?”

“Sometimes I forget that you have some weird connections.” Your eyes met, you recognized the bewilderment in his face.

“Crazy shit always happens to me. And we send each other cute pokemon videos every now and then, his zigzagoons are adorable.”

Ingo shook his head, amused. He looked back at the bakery and pulled you along, but instead of walking inside, he stopped by the wall just at the end of the shop’s window, resting his back against it and pulling you in an embrace, arms around your neck. You snuggled closer as if it was second nature, your own arms around his waist, letting your head fall on his chest.

“I thought you wanted to get a few pastries.”

“I do… But it can wait a few moments, can't it? I… Missed you more than I can put into words, I missed your arms around me, your touch, your voice close instead of over a speaker.” He let out a sigh, resting his cheek on the top of your head. “You were not here, we could talk but not actually see each other, something was missing in the apartment, your music while you moved around the kitchen, your excited talks about the things you love…” He took another deep breath and brought you just a little bit closer. “I don't mean to be sappy, I'm sorry.”

“Never apologize for this.” Your voice was muffled by his shirt, you had to hide your face while he talked, embarrassed by how much those sweet words affected you. “You are extremely sweet and that's one of the many reasons why I love you so much. Don't apologize.”

Ingo's grumbling stomach interrupted the sweet moment, making you both chuckle.

“You did just come back from work, we should go inside and get something to eat.”

“I know but this is so nice, can't we stay here just a little bit longer?.”

“I do not want you passing out on me.” You pulled a bit back just to stare him down and poke at his chest in accusation.

“Dragons, why can't you just let me starve so I can hug you for a little bit longer?” He said dramatically, moving one of his arms to rest a hand on your chin, thumb caressing you softly.

You leaned into it with a laugh, meeting his eyes and resting your own hand over his.

“You're lucky that I love you.”

“I am.”

Your comment was meant to be playful but Ingo's reply made you soft. You moved closer and he did the same, lips meeting sweetly in the middle. For a few more moments you lost yourselves to the kiss, to the feeling of being close, to the warmth shared. Although it didn't last long, his stomach once again reminding you that he had not eaten in a while. You separated, smiling and giggling at each other. Your arm found his and once again you walked close, this time entering the shop while joking and poking fun at each other, your smile was a constant for the rest of the night.

[zephyrrhiesfyrian]

How would Elesa react to Ingo's beard? Would it be better than her reaction to Emmet's "Michael from marketing"?

She will snicker and probably tug it or something. It's less offensive than Michael From Marketing™. She will insist on cleaning him up a little bit though. But he can keep the beard UwU