#justice for Ingo

[galaxygummydice]

Forgot tumblrites have no fucking taste smfh

[whenthelightisrunninglow]

remembered @hehe-hoho-ohno's misfits au it's sooooo good and i love it. CHEERS AND APPLAUSE. YAY

[caramel-caracal]

Submas AU Poll Art: Oh, Worm?

Next round of the Ultimate Submas Tournament has Cowboy!Ingo squaring up against @blaiddraws ' Ghost Worm!Ingo-

so I got a little inspired by the cool ass worm design- ahem-

Cowboy versus Worm...who shall win...

I hope everyone's been having fun with the poll so far!! I know I've enjoyed all the art!

Poll: @ultimate-submas-tournament

[mousetrappart]

About the dlc I’m sorry, I just? Really don’t understand how emmet could be in it? Like just from a game making aspect and gamefreak’s trend of storytelling it’s never been a possibility in my mind.

[kowtownart]

A HUGE HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BESTIE @disastrouslyyours !!!!

I love you so much Catt, you’re one of the sweetest, most loving, and funnest people i know. You and your friendship is something I cherish very deeply, i’m glad to have you as my friend. 🫂💙

I went a more silly route for your gift this year, inspired by all the fictional guys you hold dear to your heart!

I also fully drew the background characters! A little bonus if you will, hehehe <3

[madd-nix]

I finally finished this after making this poll forever ago! Here are Apollo and Rei as the latest two characters for my Ace Attorney x PLA swap. You can check out the other ones for Phoenix/Ingo, Trucy/Akari, Maya/Emmet, and Edgeworth/Melli at each of those links, and I think I'll start tagging them all now as "#ace attorney x pla" for easier access.

Also, plugging my commissions! If you like this, please consider commissioning me! Thank you! 💜

[the-prussian-nap]

Day 6, Emotion

Working in public transport can be a very stressful job, so Emmet and Ingo will vent out their frustrations whilst bingeing their favourite show and movies

[unovanhunny]

Blind Justice Blind Justice 💕

Our Favorite Puppet King and Figurehead Rebel Leader

[mamamittens]

Gonna fuck around and call this 'crack taken seriously sometimes' au 'Lets get crackin!'

Anyway, more bullshit nonsense under the cut for Edna and the first emotional scene I'm plotting out to farm serotonin.

The great thing about this is that I know damn well most don't care so when I eventually write the damn thing, it's going to cut people down at the knees, even if they DO follow me cause all my current followers are OP fans, not strictly big Pokemon OC fans lmfao

Context: second delivery to Subway Bosses Ingo AND Emmet, wherein it's not an innocent but inconvenient mistake that forces Edna to go through the battle subway to deliver a package but Emmet actively trying to cope with his brother's disappearance.

He is not doing it well.

Wanted to imply that he's actively colorless and seeping grayscale because his black/white life has been shredded and he can't cope with colors.

Edna invites him to sit and grieve at his own pace while sitting next to him as a relative stranger. Sympathetic but no real pressure to experience his grief in a way that won't hurt other people who also love and miss his brother.

"I am Emmet! A-And I do not wish to derail this battle for any reason! E-Even if... It's just me... I want it to be and Ingo. But it's... It's not. Not even or..."

"Oh, Hun. You're the conductor, not me. You can derail this... Train for as long or as hard as you want. I know this track doesn't feel right for you without him... Ya wanna sit, hun? Let's sit for a little. We can battle later... Delivery can wait. It's okay to not be okay. I wouldn't expect you to be anything else in this situation."

They have a heart to heart and she tries to figure out this delivery or if there's anything she can do to help.

... Would you believe me if I said this scene is followed shortly by the dumbest fucking "(god) is my copilot" joke?

[harveybwabbit92]

{An error occurs during a battle.]

Emmet: Personally, I blame you. 

Ingo: How can it possibly be my fault? 

Emmet: Because otherwise it would be my fault. That can’t be right.

[randomwriteronline]

Mustrudi came cold, and with it came the university’s winter break; and on its eve Ingo blew gently on his fingers to keep them warm.

The sea was calm, and there were slow heavy flakes falling from a grey sky. He could immagine the top of those clouds with a staggering clarity - the shifting waves and the softened rush of the wind, smoothening everything into quiet, like the ocean of cumuli that had his knees weak as he watched it pass by through the ruined top of Dragonspire Tower.

(They had seen it as children, taken by their uncle, and they had spent what felt like an hour looking at it breathlessly, Emmet had said - and then they had dragged Iris along when she was old enough, which was why she had been the one to bring him back to those beautiful old stones to see that vaporous sea so perfectly reflected in the saltwater he was sitting on right now.)

His eyes followed the light gray trail of the cigarette’s smoke back down, until he reached the reddening tips of Briosa’s fingers, peeking through her mitts.

She took a drag and swayed it out of her mouth with a lazy motion, letting her hand fall on the knee she had propped up on its twin; flat lips pushed forward, she blew without whistling, slow, so that the smoke would build up, turning into big soft bouts of fog.

Her short frame let her lay across the width of the boat, heavy boots hanging safely above the waves without getting wet, an arm sitting on the railing, head reclined and cap down over her closed eyes. Relaxed.

Mawile was swaddled tight and warm in an old repurposed fleece scarf, following Cryogonal’s trajectory as she floated about way too high.

The air was crisp.

It reminded him of the Icelands when the summer ended (always too quickly) or the Highlands when the spring came (always too slowly).

Ingo breathed in and felt at peace.

How nice.

Briosa sniffled: the tip of her long broken nose curled like a Buneary’s, red as a Cheri, and she rubbed it with the coarse wool back of her gloves.

“Alright,” she announced, pulling her legs back into the boat and slapping her cigarette back in her mouth, “Better get back to shore before our asses fall off from the cold or Emmet finds out you’re over the big terrifying ocean and tries to kick my rotulas in.”

Ingo snorted.

The wind cut at his face; he hid it deeper in his coat.

She stopped him before he could say bye on the docks, reaching into her backpack and pulling out some kind of plastic bag chock full of little dumplings.

“Warm Mustrudi!” she said, handing them over to him. “Turtlén. With the pasta and the meat stuffing made by hand by me. Takes two minutes to cook in boiling broth. Don’t know how many people y’all might be having with you know, family, Elesa, so I got you a bunch since I make way too many just to be safe.”

“You did not have to!” Ingo replied, signing slowly as he spoke.

Briosa smiled sharply with her wide rectangular grin: “Yes I did! I promised Emmet a year or more back I’d make them for him and then I kept forgetting. And anyways it’s tradition! Turtlén in broth on Mustrudi eve. It’s even snowing. Perfect weather.”

The taller man accepted, thanking her profusely and asking her to wait just a moment. The substitute looked curiously as he rummaged in what seemed to be an endless pocket of his coat.

When the other pulled out a pair of tall disks wrapped in thick white papers and offered them to her, the cigarette nearly fell out of her mouth.

“Is that the-?”

“Gogoat brie!” he nodded.

“The one you guys had back in--?”

“Correct!”

Briosa looked up at him with eyes so wide they barely fit in her face.

“For me?” she asked, voice so high in pitch and cutesy it was almost enough to give him twelve cavities and then some.

Ingo nodded again, thrusting the cheese in her hands. For a moment, she did not seem at all a thirty-one years-old man with a tooth collection and a penchant for violence; she was giddy, like a little boy with the world in his hands, eyes shiny and gleeful with disbelief, holding the food to her chest like it was the most perfect gift ever.

It was literally just cheese.

Knowing her, she couldn’t wait to cut a slice for her father to try out that evening.

Warm Mustrudi!, Ingo signed as loudly and fluidly as he could.

Briosa laughed her rubber Ducklett laugh as he began to leave, Mawile waving at him from her shoulder, her squeaky voice hindered by the cig she was still trying to hold onto until it finally fell into the water; she slapped a hand over her curly bracket-shaped smile and blew him the biggest kiss.

[jurisdiabolica]

high profile trainers (battle facility heads, gym leaders, champions, ect) becoming known criminals actually benefits louis and his position. it gives him reason to interject in league business, to send people poking where they wouldn’t otherwise have the ability to go. obviously they can’t all go down that path or it would destroy everything louis has built, but a few of them? the ones with exploitable weaknesses?

that’s a different story.

[erycazh]

For Emmet and Ingo: are there Pokemon that you've always wanted to add to your team, but had limited access to because they're not found in Unova?

i. really wanted to do them justice but i genuinely didn't know what to put cause idk anything about competitive pokemon or team comps...// instead, i went with vibes and pokemon that i think they would love with their entire souls.

[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.

[cheesecake801]

Here's a mix of new and old submas doodles !

The 2nd one is @choochooboss Cha!Ingo, if you're not familiar with him PLEASE CHECK THIS SHORT COMIC, you won't regret

This one is OLD and UNFINISHED but it's Ingo and @nartothelar Josh (poor guy he's the unfinished one I didn't do him justice), I....I just wanted to draw them after reading THIS OOOGH, it's what made me invested in every of Ingo and Josh's interactions (lowkey shipping them now alslkd XDD)

Alriiight that's all for nooow (technically didn't ask for permission to draw Cha!Ingo and Josh, I figured it was okay since I saw other people do it ?? But ! If not PLEASE TELL ME PLEASE)

[bellafragolina]

So i had an idea for a request~ how about Leon and Ingo (Separate) being Vampire hunters but they inadvertently fall for one of the vampires they were sent to slay~?

A person falling for a monster is delicious, but it being someone sworn to kill the monster too? Extra delicious.

🍓🍓🍓

Ingo:

The night is dark, perpetual. Ingo supposes it's deliberate, being a creature such as yourself. You prefer the moonlight, shy from the sun despite craving warmth.

Ingo knows that now.

It's been. . . a month? Two? Ingo isn't quite sure, not after the nasty tumble he took down the mountain on the way to your hidden home. There's a dull throb through his temple even now, even after being so cared for, but he can ignore it most days.

On those he can't, you bring him medicinal tea and warm meals, letting him curl up in bed all day should he want.

It's so unlike the compound. He trained there for years, honing his body and mind alike to be perfect for killing creatures like you. Monsters that feed off people, killing them viciously, wastefully.

But you have people in the town nearby. They come to you, freely offering an arm when you begin to hunger. And you make sure they are not harmed in return. Your hearing, your sense of smell, all of it attuned to the village you swear to protect.

Yet, even as they freely offer you blood, you're so careful. Ingo has spied on your feedings enough time to see how gentle you are, fangs pricking just enough to allow you to slurp down the blood. And your people never flinch, merely smile, even laughing as you fret and bandage their wounds with your mouth still stained crimson.

And Ingo finds himself wondering what it feels like, pricked by your fangs and caressed by your lips.

You are nothing like what he was taught. You are kindness and sacrifice, for he sees the slight hollowness to your cheeks even when flushed from a fresh feeding.

You never mention it, but you must know what he is, why he's here. You don't seem afraid, if anything you seem. . . accepting of it. Of his duty. You haven't taken his weapons, haven't locked him away or restrained him or used him for ransom. You didn't leave him to die.

And now he doesn't want to see you dead either.

Leon:

Leon hates the world he lives in.

He hates the need to hunt down monsters to protect who he loves. He hates that he was chosen as the town's Hunter, the protector of everyone, strongest in the village, maybe the region if the whispers are true.

He hates that all of it, the training and the blood and the sweat and the tears, has led to this.

Leon never knew you were what he had to hunt. You hid it so well, with gloves and hats and careful smiles. Never had Leon seen you raise a hating hand to anyone. He'd only seen you tend bruises and cuts, read stories and carry firewood for anyone who needed it.

You were an endless stream of kindness and aid.

And now here you lie, cut down by Leon's own sword.

A raw, choking noise breaks from his throat. It's drowned out by the crowd behind him, a mess of torches and pitchforks that mar and mold everyone in a wall of screaming anger.

How could everyone had been fooled by you, a monster amongst the mortals of the village?

How easily they had turned on you, realizing your true self. All your kindness was forgotten, all the trust you had garnered lost in a fleeting moment of fear and hatred.

Leon wants to hate you too. You tricked him, everyone, yet you lay before him, wounded by him, and you don't fight back.

He knows you could. You could destroy him in an instant, but you don't. You lie there and you take it. And Leon hates it.

Hates that it's you he has to kill.

Hates that his hands are shaking.

Hates that he's crying over your dying body.

Hates that it always, always had to end this way.

🍓🍓🍓

ta-da! hope i did it justice!!

~Renee