#multiple subways

[bluejava-ic]

your sweater + dress shirt ingo... your vest + dress shirt emmet....so smart so cool....good vibes rising like bread...your mind is full of many such cool things....

IM GLAD YOU LIKE THE IDEA AS MUCH AS I DO :)))))!!

i do think that emmet and ingo would wear the inverse of each other's outerwear (ex. emmet with a white sweater vest and ingo with a black waistcoat) !!! i can't stick with one design, big fan of drawing them in little different ways !!

[mismefancy]

The old switcheroo trick, except they're not even subtle about it. They just go about their day, getting every person on the Subway to do a double take. Lol

[hornsentfromabove]

Miquella from the modern au i'm cooking up... influencer but also drug dealer, hes the face of his own business!(to marika's dismay)

[timelord-emmet]

Drew my ( Older version) of TimeLord Emmet checking in on some of the TimeLines he doesn’t interact with only to find this one corner pocket of Time has a reacuring theme .

@nartothelar )

Saw all Narts crazed Emmets and just realised how all the fandom collectively seems to agree Emmet is the crazy one , especially me as my TimeLord went through a crazy phase too.

[raynavan]

art for @ingo-ingoing-ingone's fic Always by your side!

always a sucker form human-pokemon friendships and gliscor acting like a backpack is to amazing to not draw.

[newyorkthegoldenage]

In New York, Santas leave the reindeer at home and take the bus, 1954.

Photo: Bedrich Grunzweig via the Keith de Lellis Gallery

[homoqueerjewhobbit]

I'm old enough to have been through the ringer with enough canceled shows to not emotionally invest in the efforts to save them. The thing you have to understand stand is, even on the rare occasions they do come back, sometimes they come back... Different.

[tjs-stuffs]

big chance that this is the only month of emmet prompt i’ll do lmfao (day 13: favorite ship)

sorry emmer i love you but month challenges have never been my thing 😔

[abbey-abdominal]

Things I think chaggie would do if they were New Yorkers:

— Charlie really enjoys subway performances and only carries around cash to give tips. Vaggie didn’t really care for them until she saw how happy it made Charlie. She also has cash now and started to genuinely enjoy it.

— Vaggie explains to Charlie that not every corner store is a bodega, but every bodega is a corner store. Charlie pretends that she doesn’t understand because she likes how passionately Vaggie will re-explain. They do this a couple times every year.

— Keekee was a street cat that Charlie planned to only foster, but could not bring herself to get Keekee adopted. She doesn’t foster cats very often anymore. Vaggie fosters injured pigeons sometimes, or she brings them to the Wild Bird Fund (they know her there).

— Everyone thinks Charlie is a transplant because of how fascinated she is with everything. Everyone thinks Vaggie is a NYC native because of how exasperated she is with everything. Charlie was born and raised in Lower Manhattan and Vaggie was born and raised in California. They never correct anyone’s assumptions.

[ratwithhands]

Might've done this wrong but I was thinking about the whole vinegar drinking joke while I was waiting for this prompt. Anyways here's Emmet stepping into the Lost And Found Office for a quick break and a drink. See you guys in a bit.

[i-am-3mm3t]

@that-one-poison-trainer

You wanna know why I'm always picking pn you? It's because you're an easy target （╹◡╹）

It was actually one of the first things I learned when I first came to life

You seem to be under the assumption that I didn't know this. You are no worse than a particularly demanding reporter.

[raisans-art]

NEW SAFETY IN NUMBERS CHAPTER NOW WITH MORE HORROR THANK YOU VERRRRRRRRRY MUCH!

[aceofspades4]

dude when did they change spicy Italian to hotshot italiano?

[takadanobaba]

Ingo: Hello Farmer. Surprised to see me out in this weather? Rain always make me want to switch tracks and uncouple from work. While I will have to resume soon, I do make sure to take scheduled stops to enjoy these days more. Nothing can beat a cup of sweet Coffee and a good documentary while listening to the sound of raindrops on your window.

Emmet: Hello Farmer. I am Emmet and I hate the rain. It make your clothes feel gross. Worse, it makes a lot of people riding our trains grumpy and not fun to deal with. Make sure to wrap up verrry well in this weather and dry off when you get home. I will not tolerate our passengers getting sick.

(Just some fun rainy day idea)

Aaaaah these are so cute!!! Thank you!!! Rain dialogue was actually one of the first things @xdoctorsparklex wrote up, so here's what we had for that!

Thank you again for your contribution!

[coldslaws]

idk if any of you remember the mental hospital au i spoke about like once or twice here but here's an (old) writing drabble i did for it once

"Alright. Call me tomorrow, will ya? Gets boring in here." Grimsley let out a slow sigh after hanging the wall phone back up. Thirty minutes is much faster than he thought. He was about to go sit himself back down, maybe play a game of cards, when the main doors beside him suddenly unlocked. He raised an eyebrow and took a step back, crossing his arms. It wasn't time for a shift change, so..

Into the room shuffled a lanky man, both staff members Drayden and Alder at his side. He couldn't have been older than his 20s, looking rather despondent as he was pulled inside, his head bowed and arms wrapped around himself. Grimsley paused. He seemed familiar, but without him lifting his head, he couldn't get a good look at the guy at all. He watched them go by, headed for the rooms back behind the main area.

He must've stared too long. The stranger, noticing his gaze, suddenly raised his head to shoot him a biting glare. His eyes were rather flat and cold, enough so to make Grimsley's stomach turn slightly.

... But hey, he did get to see his face because of it.

That was Team Plasma's king, N.

Oh fuck.

Grimsley reeled away from the three, flashing a nervous grin in response to N's harsh glare. He excused himself to go back to the table he sat at with his friend, Emmet, but not before looking at N one more time; strangely frail-looking, like he had no spirit left in him. Maybe that was the case.. and judging by the firm grip Drayden and Alder had on the man's arms, he must've been one hell of an attempted escape artist. Alder never held onto patients like that otherwise.

"Wanna bet on how soon that guy's gonna make a break for it once they let go?" Grimsley asked quietly as he made it back to his table, flopping down in his seat. The action caused Emmet's growing card tower to fall down, making him huff at Grimsley.

"Hm, no. I am Emmet. I will get in trouble for betting with you." He replied plainly, ushering his fallen cards into one stack. He glanced over at N just moments before he disappeared from sight with staff.

"Jeez. Live a little, will you?" He leaned back in his chair with an eye roll, only to scoff loudly as Emmet made a show of checking his own pulse in front of him.

"It seems that I'm still living."

"Oh, Zekrom's sake," Grimsley muttered. "Well, whatever. Did you see that guy, though? That's.. the leader of Team Plasma, right? They finally got him?"

"Apparently so. Another evil team leader in this facility.. Seems like a bad idea, yup yup."

"Yeah, no kidding. He's fucking creepy too. Even tried to kill me a few months ago."

Emmet snickered softly in morbid amusement. What? It was kind of funny in retrospect. Not when it happened, of course. "He tried to kill everyone at some point. I feel verrrrry sorry for whoever has to share a room with him!"

A staff member's voice piped up from across the room. Cynthia. She was in the middle of putting her radio back on her hip when she called to him. "Emmet?"

"I am Emm-"

"You will be sharing your room with the new patient, N. I hope that's alright."

"... ah."

[daz4i]

was going up the elevator with a mom and 2 of her kids. told them bye and have a nice day when i got off and the mother said goodbye too. as i turned the corner towards my door i heard one of them say "was that a boy or a girl?". my legacy of confusing kids about my gender continues