#Dad ingo is up against a zoroark

[raynavan]

i doodled some things for the au tournament (@ultimate-submas-tournament ) the aus are really interesting and cool! while i couldn't actually do proper drawings for all of them, i did wanna do something.

so, without further adieu: the Ingo Bracket!

and the Emmet Bracket!

you probably noticed they got worse! that is because i did them all in one night hgriephgvpbnp

silly doodles aside, i am hopping to do some proper drawings of them later on! i plan to do this for all future brackets, but i cant really make any promises on account that there are. 24.

good luck to everyone participating (vote for Table Ingo!!!) and! have a lovely day/night =]

(small edit- turns out i forgot to save some of them as a PNG and didn't notice they wern't there orz)

[leggerefiore]

Another silly and cute idea for you:

Zoroark!Ingo carrying baby Erin by the scruff of his neck like how a mother cat carries her kittens. The boy is already so shy and docile, but he goes catatonic when it happens.

If you try it on Zoroark Ingo - perhaps curious if it’s something all hybrids do - he goes limp against you. Some base instincts simply cannot be erased.

If you try to scruff Emmet, he will hit the ground like a sack of potatoes. His parents had to grab him by his scruff many times when he was little, and the sensation has been burned into his memory.

Naughty Emmets get scruffed and forced to stop whatever mischievous activities he's up to. Whines about it later and says that you are verrrry cruel to him and he just wants mess around a little (lies).

Ingo goes limp and then shakes awake in a panic. He has only been scruffed a few times in his life, much too mild mannered to ever warrant it often. He scolds you for doing that to him - it was upsetting, and he was simply doing nothing wrong and - You grabbed his scruff to silence him. Finally, a way to stop his long-winded chiding. He is even more upset afterward.

And, of course, dear little Erin getting carried about by his scruff. It's a cute sight, but it's a little sad to see catatonic son being carried off for a nap after he accidentally almost cursed Ingo due to a slight surprise. He will not sadly whine and cry because he is sorry.

Doing it to Inka is extra funny. Trying to pounce on her dad or you, yet stopped just like her father is. She is just as pouty as him afterwards, too.

[leggerefiore]

Transformation

cw: poly, AFAB Reader, pokehybrid au

words: 1374

Summary: Hybrid pregnancies and children were naturally going to be a bit odd to any human. Add in being gods, and things were sure to only get worse.

Pairing: Emmet/Reader, Ingo/Reader (Implied)

You should not have been surprised at the oddity of hybrid births. They were known for their quirks and effects on human bodies. Mammalian ones tended to be the most normal overall, but… Well, you supposed there would be effects from sleeping with deities, too. A combined effort of both gods and hybrids. Which led to the strangest children you could have ever imagined. You about screamed when your children were presented to you. 

The stress and delirium of birth led to a question, “Em… Why are you holding an actual Zorua kit?” The small, bean shaped pokemon was pressed against him. They had a darker fur, more like Ingo's own rather than Emmet's. He smiled and giggled as the girl kits buried themselves into him. “Most hybrids are more like their pokemon counterparts at birth, right? We're masters of disguise… Except when we're verrrry young,” he explained as he shifted into his Zoroark form to curl around the kits, who had taken to crying and whining. 

You already felt like a time you had watched a friend's Stoutland parent puppies than your own child cuddle with their father.

Before you knew it, they had slowly begun to look like actual Zorua over weak, whiny, wriggling bean things. They played a lot, and Emmet smiled at how active they were. He often joined in, too, giggling about how cute they were. He had always taken care of what felt to be a majority of the parenting, as you could not even begin to understand half the things needed for Zorua kits. You were lost in your thoughts as they ran about the shrine grounds. 

It was in this daze that you missed Emmet carrying a kit by her scruff and dropping her in your lap. The kit stared up at you with adoring eyes while her tail swished back and forth. Judging the white ribbon and the way, she hadn't run from Emmet… “Hi, Emma,” you softly coo at her while she seems happier, eyes squeezing closed. Emmet sat next to you while handling a squirming Inka. He wrapped an arm around you as he transformed into his hybrid form. Pressed into his side, you sighed at his warmth. The kit in his lap stopped struggling and relaxed. You smiled at how they both seemed to positions themselves to curl up and sleep.

You laid down for a nap after becoming light-headed during some cleaning around the shrine. Ingo and Emmet had immediately excused you from your duties, while the former panicked over your health. The girls were running around, so they had thankfully missed how you had crashed to the ground. In those few moments right before you had properly regained consciousness, you felt two warmths around you. At first, you assumed they were your mates, but you soon realised they were much too small to be them. Jumping awake, you startled the two girls in bed with you. The identical five-year-olds stared at you with scared expressions while you realised something. 

“Emma,” you pointed to the frowning one that had cuddled up to you from behind. “And Inka,” you gaze at the one who curled up against your front. Both nodded. 

“Papa said you were sick!” Emma cried, grabbing your arm and staring at you with an adorable pout, “We were sad!” Inka nuzzled into your chest to help further her sister's words. They could speak? You were stunned. Just yesterday you were in a strange position of having trouble viewing them as your children, and now they seemed exactly like any human child of their age. Stroking Inka's like hair, you used your free hand to move Emma under your arm to imitate the action on her. Both leaned into you while closing their eyes. 

“… Uh, how long have you both been able to transform?” you asked out of curiosity. Emma opened her mouth to speak, but Inka chirped out before her, “Only a week! Dad was helping us get better, so we could surprise you!” Ah, so Emmet had been behind this. You heard a snicker from behind you as arms enclosed around both you and the girls. The younger twin's head rested over your shoulder. A soft coo left him as he saw his girls gaze up at him with confused eyes. 

“They're verrrrry fast learners,” he smiled, “I think they really wanted to show off to you.” His words were met with a slight blush from each girl, Inka averting her eyes in apparent embarrassment. Emma just pressed herself deeper into your side. Well, weren't your little girls just sweet things. You supposed you know who they got it from. Leaning back into Emmet, you enjoyed his warmth. 

It was that evening that you finally got to have a normal dinner with your family. Ingo and Emmet sat at their usual places alongside you, but the girls had taken up their own. While the deities had always claimed they resembled you quite a bit, it was impossible to tell when they actually looked more like Ingo than either you or Emmet. Now, however, you could see what they mean. Their traits still seemed to win out in the end. You giggled as you watched Inka steal so food from Emma's plate, which led to her slapping her hand away. A cry of 'meanie' rang out before Inka ran behind Emmet crying. He smiled kindly at her and patted her head. Ingo shook his and scolded their behaviours. 

It all finally felt almost normal. 

Until Emma suddenly poofed back into her Zorua kit form and started crying. Inka only lasted a few seconds long than her older sister before returning to hers as well. All three of you set out to comfort the crying kits, who were upset that they still couldn't hold their human forms for as long as their dad. “Years of training, darlings! I'm centuries old, you're only four!” he cooed and transformed to curl around them. Dinner was interrupted and spent reassuring children that they were doing fine. Ingo seemed distressed at the realisation he would have to go through all of this with his son, too. 

After you managed to calm them down enough, they were placed in your bedroom to take a nap while you recruited Emmet to help you with the dishes. He did well despite nearly dropping a two hundred-year-old dish his brother and him were gifted by a fellow god. Sitting down for the night, you sighed as he pulled you into his lap and nuzzled your neck. 

“… I am still unsure of how I feel about them…” you admitted to him, while rubbing your cheek to his. 

“You should think they're cute,” he replied, “Because they're verrrry cute!” Emmet pulled away to pepper your face in kisses while his tail thumped against the ground. “Hmm… Well, they'll be spending a lot of time in between forms until they can hold their transformations for longer. They did verrrry good today! Yep! I'm proud.” 

You sighed. They were your children, even if the form they inhabited was foreign to you. Your husbands were like that, too. You were sure they struggled with you being solely human and not having all of their god duties as they did, and they still managed to love and care for you. Rubbing your nose against his, you moved to rest your forehead to his. His eyes were glowing with slit pupils, anyone else would be terrified to see him. Lord Kudari, god of truth and vengeance, was not who held you at night or looked after his family. 

“… I'm proud, too,” you tell him, “I love both you and them so much. Thank you for doing what feels like everything for them.” 

He giggled and shook his head, “I love you, too. You do so much for them, too! They adore your praise and attention.” 

Ah, they truly had taken many traits from him, hadn't they? You laughed at his words and kissed him. The closeness between you two had the rest of the world ignored. 

Until someone cleared their throat. 

“… Do I not have your love, dear?” Ingo stood across the room with his arms crossed and frown deepened. 

Oh, Ingo.

[leggerefiore]

I hope you’re having a good day and wanted to say that I love your Zoroark Kitsune AU! Did you have any fluffhc for the children of the twin deities? I can’t help but imagine fraternal triplet zorua*children playing on the grounds! The children also play with the local zorua and zoroark that keep a close eye on the children if they wander too far from the shrine. The deities may be busy at times, but are often well informed by the local pokemon that their children are out of harms way.

The girls are naturals at shapeshifting, although not quite perfect. Their brother isn’t far behind! Maybe there is a night when a storm is particularly menacing and the lighting scares and delights the girls as they cling to Emmet’s leg and another leaps into his arms giggling. Their brother puffs up and immediately bolts wrapping his arms around s/o waist. Ingo would feel a bit left out until another booming thunderclap send his son clinging to his legs, buried face desperately pressed against his side for comfort!

*Emmet’s identical daughters fluffy white fur and Ingo’s son(dark fur and maybe a shiny?). S/O maybe hyperovulated with two eggs- and one split..?

cw: poly obviously, twins coparenting as a unit

Triplets work! (Ironically this is the Emin Punishment™️. Fraternal son and identical daughters.) I actually had the reverse in mind with Ingo's son getting the Hisuian Zorua genes while Emmet's daughters got the Unovan Zorua genes. (Mostly because he Hisuian Zorua seem meeker and, well, a bit sadder than the chaos I think Emmet's twins bring.)

Scenarios could include them shape-shifting into a like actual Zoruas so you have a sad looking fox kit following after you (Erin), one trying to trip you (Inka), and the last one trying to climb up your pant leg for attention (Emma).

The village likely celebrates their birth immensely and congratulate you for your children. They're quickly beloved and revered by worshippers. Ingo is trying to hold all three children at once while Emmet is just giggly over the sheer amount of babies. Eventually, you each all end up holding one. Emma lounging in Ingo's arms, Inka in Emmet's, and Erin in yours. They're so sleepy and tired from just existing.

The twins often jokingly debate whose kid are whose, but don't actually care. Emmet does claim the twins while Ingo claims the boy, but both have no genuine idea. It's not like they're biologically different so the variety in the children was solely provided by you. All of them just call Ingo 'dad' and Emmet 'papa'.

Erin is actually a shining example of how Zorua act, being essentially mute around strangers and when he's transformed. He's nervous and unsure of what to say. This stress almost always nearly destroys his disguises. The boy goes running back to Ingo in tears, deeply embarrassed about his inability to hold form properly.

Emma prefers to stalk around you or Emmet when she can, adoring the affection you both give her. It's a bit terrifying when she says she wants to be a goddess of vengeance just like Emmet. The younger twin manages to find this cute somehow. She also follows Ingo around and asks him about his duty as a god of parenthood and families. It's then you learn that Emmet not only just acts out retribution, he also is in charge of safe travels.

Inka has decided she wants nothing to do with this god nonsense and is running away at every given opportunity. Returning when she realises that the shrine provides her with spiritual energy and life. Her rebellion has turned into calling Emmet by his first name and rejecting his affection and attention. He's deeply upset by this.

Erin imitates Ingo's duties perfectly and loves to learn about what he does. His smile maybe small, but his attention is entirely on his dad's words. Ingo loves how much his son looks up to him and wants to be the best role model for him.

Emmet takes all the children to hunt despite them not needing to. He claims it's an important survival skill, and they need to learn it despite the opposition from both you and Ingo. Naturally, the girls are talented in it. They pair off together and become a terrifying duo. Though, poor, sweet Erin proves himself monster at hunting to the point Emmet is showering him in praises. You can only smile awkwardly as he drops off 'gifts' for you and Ingo. His tail swishes proudly, white fur tipped in blue swaying cutely.

Bonus: People bring their babies to the shrine to show off to Ingo and pray for his blessing. He adores each and every child brought before him. Emmet has to plead with him to stop using all his spiritual energy to provide such strong blessings to every child he sees. Ingo refuses. (All this worsens his urge to be a dad.)