#plz ingo

[peachy-doodles]

I like to thinke Zisu likes saying nonsense and flirts badly with him just to make him laugh <3 she loves seeing his lil cat smile ^_^ !!

kissie kissie <3

[skizwillsuffice]

They have seen your crimes against the government

[puppyspider]

[wafflecat2]

I got an evil submas dream:

In it I was playing pokemon masters and used the tickets from the even where you can get exclusive syncpairs and all...

In it, I got sygna suit Emmet twice and sygna suit Ingo once... but the thing is I used my last tickets so... Verrry evil

Emmet is hauting my dreams 😭. Cannot escape him

[babbling-starling]

[h-ski3]

yall plz I need more cat memes to draw over they're so silly

look at these goobers (I KEEP DRAWING EMMETS HAT ON THE WRONG SIDE IM IEWBFDOWBFPWEFOWFPWFPCNWF never mind wait the hats could just be interchangeable on which ear they're on nvm its silly again my hunger for perfection cant hurt me anymore /HEAVY J)

[ingo-ingoing-ingone]

Ingo and Emmet are perfectly in sync. They have to be, living as conjoined twins. The Subway Masters of Nimbasa City, the two are happy with their friends and family and trains. Of course, the universe contains chaos and random chance that can affect even the closest of people. The two find themselves in situations that neither would have ever expected, and it will test them both. Through it all, one thing is certain. Family, both blood related and chosen, will never let you be alone. And, no matter the trials, a two-car train will always continue onwards.

Update time! Still in Hisui, following the timeline of PLA! After this chapter I wanna maybe create a bit of a backlog to post all at once, and I need to decide if I should split the next chapter into 2 or not.

Please please comment if you enjoy!

No warnings this week :)

Disclaimer linked in first reblog

[tangential-hooligan]

Girakitty just wants to play with the Ingo plushie ;^;

Please let him have it, pretty please?? 🥺🥺

[joshuamj]

if we don't get an update on the Ingo Situation (tm) i will be Big Sad

[theright2quack]

What character is your fave and what character is the toughest for you to write for the ask game?

Thanks for the ask Rito!

From this ask game:

🦋 Which character is your favourite to write? It’s hard to pick one but I have to say Ingo. I like writing him in a variety of ways - highs and lows, good moods and bad moods, etc. And writing about how people progress through their lives differently by writing a younger and older Ingo who were both similar and different was a ton of fun. I think he was the right character for me to explore that with.

🦈 Which character is the toughest to write? Anabel! In AWIP her character was mostly framed around her job and things she’d have to say to clients. So I felt like I couldn’t always write her with her more personal voice, especially in early chapters. Also, trying to present her choices fairly in an Ingo-biased narrative was verrrry difficult. I want to write her outside of that narrow pigeon-hole in the future, but I’m still figuring out where I want to take her character.

[kafka030]

My thoughts;

G.F: "Let's just complete the separation of the Muppet Train Men-- the Older Brother isekai'd to ancient Japan (Hisui), while the Younger Brother isekai'd to like-- cyberpunk France(?) // ancient France(?) (Kalos). That'll be quite... FUN! 😌"

If it's legit, I lost my words...

About today's PLZ-A trailer, I hope we will continue the tradition of confused local train muppets

[sketchs-trashcan]

pokemon "go" more like pokemon "stop rigging the goddamn matchups"

[dastardlyromanticart]

Plz help I keep making these panels more and more detailed Still working on them, I have 6? ish? done? But I wanted to share my favorites before I put them all together in context of each other. Ultimately it started as "This song reminds me of Ingo in P:LA!" to being more Akari focused, whoops!

[liminal-station]

all Garrett needs is a community service vet with the brightest neon reflectors so he can never be lost .

Garrett: SEEE??! ? IME DOIG COMUNITIE SERVCIE! PLZ D0NT HURT MEE

Sheriffs: Lore? What’s that all about? Do these disembodied voices follow ya two around?

Emmet: Yes, they do. And they frequently ask us questions.

Ingo: We, uh, don’t know where they came from…

Sheriffs: Yeah, that sounds like yer problem, not ours. But to answer em… the Thespians are quite the enigma. Unpredictable, only seen when they wanna be seen…

Garrett: THEYR PLAYZ R SO FUNN!! AND DANGROUS FOR EVERY1 INVOLVDE!

Sheriffs: If ya can stay away from em, you’ll be happy clams. They’re the type that ya can’t understand… only people who understand their mad ramblins are their own damn selves.

Ingo: We assume you didn’t choose to be associated with them?

Sheriffs: Absolutely not. Elite Four is just… a title. We’d rather just be called the Sheriffs, ya hear?

Emmet: Wait… do you have true names? Or were you not named?

Sheriffs: Of course we have names! But that’s on a need-ta-know basis.

[faith-toadstool]

Guys get my man INGO UP THE CHARTS WE WILL MAKE IT TO THE NEXT STOP WITH THIS ONE!!

[wardenswateringhole]

you know one of the previous requests about comforting overstimmed emmet? can i get that with ingo? pretty plz? 👁👁

It was a mess. As if Ingo didn’t have enough to deal with, a couple of passengers felt it was necessary to settle a disagreement with an impromptu Pokemon battle on the subway platform. The result was a lot of property damage, injuries, and complaints from other passengers. The culprits were promptly banned from the subway for at least a year.

While Emmet was doing his best and was no doubt dealing with his own private hell, Ingo couldn’t help but feel his nerves begin to fray. His more reliable nature made depot agents more likely to come to him when they needed help. When he wasn’t neck deep in paperwork, depot agents were asking him questions and presenting forms for him to sign. The battle lines had to be temporarily closed while he and Emmet dealt with the fallout. Thus, his regular source of stress relief while on the job was unavailable.

You walked into the office, carrying lunch for both him and Emmet. You had learned about the incident almost right away and had already anticipated Ingo’s long hours at work. What you didn’t anticipate was the state you found him in. He sat at his desk. His hat, coat, and tie were gone. His hand was balled into a fist and pressed against his temple as the other hand scribbled furiously. You couldn’t exactly see it, but you could surmise his handwriting was beginning to resemble Emmet’s chicken scratch with how badly his pen was shaking. He didn’t even seem to notice you walk in.

“Ingo?” “WHAT!?” Ingo’s voice boomed out. His hand slammed down onto his desk and wide eyes squared in on you. The frenzied look faded quickly once he noted your presence.

“Dearest! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to yell!”

“Ingo, it’s fine…” “I thought you were another depot agent. Though that doesn’t make my outburst any better…”:

“Ingo—”

“There’s so much going on! I need to get this paperwork done, but the agents need guidance! I can’t do that while locked in this office. But the paperwork won’t get done if I’m not in the office—”

“Ingo!”

The flood of words gushing from his mouth stopped as you yelled his name. His looked down at the mess of papers in front of him. None of what he had written was legible and a large pool of ink had bled over the form in front of him while he had been rambling. He dropped the pen and held his head in his hands. You could see him shudder as he sniffed quietly.

You had seen enough. You gently coaxed him from his desk and over to the sofa set in the middle of the office. You wet a paper towel and helped to wipe his face before unpacking his lunch on the coffee table. Though he tried to say you didn’t have to, you insisted on feeding him. Soon the hints of a smile teased at his haggard features as you teasingly played “here comes the choo-choo!” with his food.

Eventually your moment was interrupted by Emmet coming into the office quickly. He held up a handful of papers triumphantly. “I am Emmet! Everything is finally back on track!”

He looked upon the sight of you feeding Ingo. He looked over at Ingo’s desk uncharacteristically in disarray with inky papers strewn across it. It seemed he didn’t need anymore clues to tell him what happened.

“Ingo. Go home. I have this.”

“But—”

“Nope. Go home. Battle lines will open back up tomorrow. Go rest so you will be ready.” Ingo looked at Emmet before looking at you and sighing. “You will call me if I am needed?” “Yup. I am Emmet. I will call you. Now get out.”

As you exited the gear station, Ingo wrapped an arm around you. “Thank you, Dearest… I can always rely on you to help bring me back behind the yellow line. How about we go home and order take out to have with a bad movie?”

He really did not have to ask you twice.