#sneasel ingo

[coramatus]

In the semifinals for the @ultimate-submas-tournament, the Woodsman finds himself challenged not by PMD Sneasel!Ingo (@teamconductors) or Ghost Worm!Ingo (@blaiddraws) themselves, but more by what they fundamentally are. Re: dead and a Sneasel. It’s a lot for a guy to take in.

Transcript

Woodsman: *jibbering nonsense*

PMD!Ingo: Think he’ll calm down anytime soon?

Worm!Ingo: Doubt it.

Woodsman: WHAT IS EVEN GOING ON ANYMORE?! SNEASELS?! WORMS?! WHY?!

PMD!Ingo: Is he… crying?

Worm!Ingo: …yes.

Woodsman: Oh my dearest brother, we’re really in it now!!!

[lean-machine]

Hello all! I made a blog to post art for fanfictions and such. I was in the drawing kind of mood, so I drew how I imagined Ingo looks in the piece I've been working on.

It's called A Vacation To Remember on ao3 in case you are interested! It is inspired by @rosebloodcat's transfer error au :) I really enjoyed reading through her ideas and wanted to make something as a result.

[rosebloodcat]

Transfer Error Writing and Art Master Post

Originally I was just going to have the chapters but then I went “There is so much backlog for this idea, maybe I should have the Master Post include more.” So that’s what I’m doing!

First off, the Writing!! Which can be found with these links:

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3

The Ao3 fic can be found Here

World Building Posts:

The Proof is in the DNA, They’re Twins But

Emmet’s Early Thoughts

Sneasel Safe Foods, More Food Thoughts,

Breeder Emmet: Post 1, Post 2, Post 3

We talk Battle Subway Finances

Sneasels Are Yokai Weasels

Wash Your Sningo

Claw Caps!

Rei Enters The Fray, Totally Meant to Be Here, Evolution?, Mixed Emotions, Legendary Buds, God on Speed Dial, Holding On to Hope, Rei’s Chaotic with Smoke Bombs

Station Master Sningo

Purring

Misc Anon Stuff: Writing 1, Zoomies, Elesa Knows, Size of a Sneasel, Rabid Researchers, All the Friends Know,

My Art:

The Piece that Started it All

In the Hospital

How to Draw a Sningo

Ask Inspired Doodles

Sningo Uniform

Blep

World’s Mellowest Sneasel 

Other Amazing Fics And Art:

Because there is so much amazing art and writing that’s been spawned by this and I feel like it would be a disservice to not share it with yall.

@coramatus: There Were No Instructions or Fine Print Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, The Ao3 Link, Art, Art, Look at this Art

@ihaveatheoryonthat The Lateness of the Hour

@onesacrificiallamb Sleepy Boy, The Major Ouch,

@detonatingunicorn Just Another Day, Pokecarrier Shirt,

@madness-manic-antics On The Tracks To Victory Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, The Ao3 Link

@sningo-prompts <<< Check them out for all kinds of fun stuff for Sningo (and Submas in General now)

@mtmrem Art

@soniclozdplove Pikari & Sningo,

@purple-to-my-tangerine Ready 2 Battle, Worse For Wear, Going Home,

@meltedteethismilk Recognizing A Stranger, A Calming Presence,

@i-am-your-roof Submission,

@possumsquid That Angst, Part 2,

@clarg Poke Bro,

Other Art that Was Submitted But I Lost the Name of the Person Who Sent It

Floofy Boi,

[toast-dude]

My first published story

A quick one shot to satisfy my muse. I hope you enjoy.

[inkdemon-whore]

i haven't played pkmn legends

[sningo-prompts]

Emmet Snaps

Emmets up trying to figure out how to get Ingo back to normal when all his doubt consumes him.

‘Its not really Ingo’

‘You are just projecting on a normal pokemon’

‘This sneasel probably thinks your ingo’

‘Just a cruel joke played on you by god’

‘You are a fool’

Till finally he snaps. Tears rolling as a laugh starts to rip out of him. Small at first. He grips his arms, hugging himself. The laughs grow louder and more distressing. What a fool he is indeed. This pokemkn isnt his brother. Hes just being made a fool. For Arceus amusement. What a joke.

Then Sningo walks in clearly seeing his brothers horrid state. How to calm him w? How to help him. Ingo starts to say something but is cut off by the look Emmet sends him. A manic smile, tears streaking his face. Ingo freezes in horror. ‘Em-emmet?’ But he knows his brother only heard the worried cry of a sneasel. And it didnt help. Emmet stands up fully and faces Ingo. That wild look in his eyes. Ingo has never seen such a look on his brothers face. An icy fear courses through him. “You. You had been in on it too hadnt you” his voice level and calm but laced with malice. Ingo went to ask what but Emmet cut him off “So is this fun for you? Hmm did you all get a good little GIGGLE out of me? A fun SHOW for you two??” Emmet was quickly closing the distance. Ingo not liking where this was going started to slowly back up but Emmet slammed the door shut, trapping Ingo. “Oh where are you going ~dear~ brother?” The words spat at Ingo with such sarcasm and hate it made Ingo freeze once again. The way Emmet seemed to growl out the word ‘brother’ made Ingos heart ache. “Did you enjoy your little game?! Did you enjoy watching me stumble!” Now Emmet was hovering right over Ingo a hand placed on either sode of Ingos head as he started to yell right into his face. All Ingo could do was sit there and huddle as close to the door as he could. “DID I MAKE GOOD ENTERTAINMENT FOR YOU! YOU AND THAT MASTER OF YOURS THAT THAT TWISTED GOD!” Emmet now gasping for breath as all his hate and anger flowed through him as he yelled at this-this… finally he looks at who hes yelling at. This small pokemon, cowering in front of him. Shaking as it holds its ears and tries to say something. He realises its repeating something. Over and over. Oh-oh no, what was he doing. A cold stab of shame ran through him. What was he doing. Oh how could he. He went to reach for the small creature and it flinched so violently he quickly pulled his hand back. “This creature “ “this pokemon” “it” what was he talking about. He knew this was Ingo. He knew this was his brother. Hadnt it no he proved it to him. Their computer password. He knew it. Only they knew it. Thats how Ingo had proven himself. What was he thinking. Tears once again fall from his eyes as he stared in horror, frozen in place, as his brother cowered and tried to as small as possible. Away from what? Away from him. Hes the monster here.

[answrs]

did i really never upload this to ao3? apparently! have a totally scientific argument on the social habits of extinct sneasel variants. ;p

[nagichi-boop]

Backtracking au - Chapter 1

The amazingly talented @sningo-prompts came up with a spicy little au, which sparked my motivation. This is kinda long but I hope y’all enjoy. Also, plz look at her info on this au cuz I sorta just go for it.

[x] - [Part 2] - [Part 3]

— x —

Emmet stood in shock. He had just found his brother, feeling a huge wave of relief, until his brother suddenly began to morph and contort, eventually resulting in a small purple creature laying on the floor, shivering in pain. The creature opened its eyes slowly, then stared up at Emmet meekly. It let out a quiet squeak, bringing Emmet back into his body.

“I-Ingo?” he spoke shakily. “Is that still you?” The creature nodded sluggishly. Emmet let out a nervous laugh, then looked away from Ingo. He angled his cap down. “I’m sorry, brother,” he added, his voice choking up a little. “This is all my fault.” Ingo used his front claws to try and drag himself to Emmet, despite every movement feeling like agony. He was very confused about what was going on, still hazy from the pain he endured, but what he didn’t know is he didn’t want to see his brother like this. Emmet heard the crunching of the snow against Ingo’s claws. He looked back at Ingo, who was shakily making his way towards Emmet, his face riddled with discomfort until his arms gave out, causing him to flop into the snow.

“Ingo, stop!” he cried, crouching down on the ground in front of Ingo. “Please, don’t do this.” Ingo looked up at Emmet with glassy eyes. He scooped Ingo up carefully, his raggedy jacket dropping over his arms. He then looked at the floor and noticed there were Pokéballs scattered on the floor. Emmet manoeuvred one of his arms to his pocket and released a Pokémon of his. It was his Haxorus, who was very surprised to be released from her ball. She looked over at Emmet, carrying what appeared to be an unknown Pokémon in Ingo’s coat.

“Could you please pick up those Pokéballs and carry them for me?” Emmet asked softly. Haxorus was not used to Emmet speaking like this, but she decided to obey unquestionably. She picked up the scattered items, holding them in her arms. Ingo starting making noises, which prompted Haxorus to pick up a strange white flute buried in the snow. She then walked beside Emmet, who silently walked. Ingo shakily pointed towards a cave atop a hill, so Emmet and Haxorus went in that direction.

When they came to the foot of the hill, they stopped and looked up. Ingo started to squirm, then stopped and began speaking to Haxorus again, who handed him the flute. Ingo meagrely clutched the flute, trying his hardest to play it, but seemed to lack the strength. Emmet glanced back up again and noticed a large creature staring down at them. It suddenly jumped off the ledge, turning to sink its claws into the side of the cliff and scale down somewhat excitedly.

As it approached Emmet, it started to sniff, its expression changing to confusion, then suddenly became hostile, hissing and getting ready to pounce. Haxorus started to tense up, ready to defend its trainer, but then Ingo weakly leapt from Emmet’s arms, falling into the snow. The creature looked down at it, then hunched over to sniff it. It then looked up at Emmet with contempt, but Ingo began speaking to it. The creature scowled at Emmet before it turned and climbed back up the hill. Emmet crouched down about to pick up Ingo and run, but Ingo seemed oddly resistant to his efforts. The creature returned with a basket now strapped to its back. It grabbed Ingo by the scruff of his neck, causing Emmet to panic. The Pokémon simply turned around, pointing at the basket. Haxorus then gently pushed Emmet from behind with her head.

“Wait wait,” Emmet said nervously. “Are you saying that Pokémon wants me inside the basket?” Haxorus nodded. Emmet hesitated, then sighed. He couldn’t quite understand why, but this Pokémon seemed to have a fondness for Ingo. He then realised the Pokémon bore a resemblance to Ingo’s current appearance. The Pokémon crouched down and Emmet fumbled into the basket. He then stuck his hand out from the top of it and returned Haxorus into the Pokéball, but held the ball close to his chest just in case.

The Pokémon scaled back up the cliffside and then entered into the cave. Emmet suddenly heard a number of high pitched Pokémon cries all at once. The Pokémon stopped and Emmet felt himself being lowered. The lid of the basket was then lifted up by the Pokémon, who then pulled Emmet out by the collar of his jacket. He looked around and could see a number of Pokémon that looked like Ingo, all hiding and staring at him. He then glanced over and saw Ingo, curled up and breathing heavily. Emmet crawled over to him, hunching over his body.

“Ingo, are you okay?” Emmet asked worriedly. Ingo slowly opened his eyes, the corners of his mouth twitching to form a light smile. Emmet then sat down beside Ingo, leaning against the wall of the cave. He looked down at Ingo, who had closed his eyes again. The large Pokémon then approached Emmet cautiously, leaning over and sniffing him. Suddenly a Pokémon leapt out from inside Emmet’s jacket - it was a Joltik. Emmet was just as shocked as the Pokémon until he got distracted by something under his hat, so he lifted it off his head to observe it. Inside was another two Joltiks.

“You are unexpected passengers,” Emmet commented, though deep down he was relieved to have more familiar faces with him. He looked at the large Pokémon, who stared nervously at the Joltik now atop its head. “Fear not, Pokémon! Nugget is friendly. He will not hurt you.”

Emmet then felt something leaning against his leg. He looked over to see Ingo resting his head against Emmet, though he seemed to now be asleep. He stared at Ingo with a pained expression. The Pokémon suddenly licked Emmet’s cheek, which caught him off guard. He looked at the Pokémon who smiled gently at him. It seemed to him that the Pokémon was trying to calm Emmet down. It then walked to the other Pokémon in the cave and began communicating with them, to which Nugget the Joltik hopped off and began scuttling around the cave and another Joltik left Emmet to do the same. The other remained on Emmet’s lap, too anxious to explore the new space unlike its siblings.

“Are you the mother of these Pokémon?” Emmet asked the large Pokémon. She looked at him and nodded, to which Emmet smiled. “I raised these Joltik. They are like my family.” He placed his hat by his side and then took his Pokéballs, releasing the rest of his Pokémon - Haxorus, Eelektross, Garvantula and Archeops. He also released two other Pokémon - Chandelure and Excadrill - that were actually Ingo’s Pokémon. He had left his two other Pokémon at home, but wanted to take these two Pokémon with the hopes that he would find Ingo and be able to reunite them. The large Pokémon seemed to tense up.

“Do not worry! These are my friends. They will not hurt you or your kits.” His and Ingo’s Pokémon looked around curiously. “I found Ingo. He is asleep next to me.” The Pokémon all then looked over and saw a Pokémon asleep, resting on his leg. “I know this is strange, but this is Ingo.” Excadrill approached Ingo slowly, then quietly sniffed him. She seemed taken aback, but nodded at the other Pokémon. The other Pokémon were a mixed of relieved and confused. Chandelure floated towards Ingo, looking rather upset.

“Do not be afraid, Chandelure,” Emmet said softly. “Ingo will be okay. He just needs a quick repair.” Emmet knew how Chandelure felt, though. And what’s worse, Emmet had to watch his brother transform right before his eyes, his brother screaming as it happened. This was his fault.

After a while of exploring the new space, interacting and playing with the other Pokémon in the cave, all of the Pokémon settled down. Chandelure felt asleep floating above Emmet and Ingo to provide warmth, and Excadrill slept beside Ingo. Emmet’s other Pokémon were nearby too, with Archeops resting curled up by his feet.

The large Pokémon took a seat next to Emmet. After she sat down, a few of her kits scuttled over and rested against her legs, much like Ingo. Emmet looked up at the Pokémon, then guiltily looked away.

“I am sorry,” he whispered. “This is my fault. You and Ingo seem close. I ruined that.” The large Pokémon worriedly looked at Emmet. She couldn’t quite understand what he was saying, but Ingo seemed confident to his earlier assertion to her that Emmet was his brother and that she should trust him. She did not completely trust this stranger, but she knew Ingo. He would never lie to her and he was a man of dignity. Ingo had never brought anyone into her cave before, so for him to feel so strongly suggest that this man could be trusted - how could she say no? Besides, she had to admit the resemblance was uncanny and his scent certainly did not indicate that he was a Zoroark. Not to mention the strange Pokémon that seemed to be with him.

She gently licked the top of Emmet’s head. Emmet smiled halfheartedly. “Thank you. I am Emmet. I am fine.” She knew this wasn’t true. She wished she could effectively communicate with him, but there still seemed to be a wall between them. Ingo had been the same when they first met. He had been very polite when they met, but the man seemed closed and rigid - his brother seemed to be the same. She then remembered a night she shared with Ingo many months ago when they had only known each other for a short while, sparking an idea.

She leaned forward and picked up one of her kits, placing it on Emmet’s lap. She gently pushed Emmet’s head onto her shoulder, then rested her head atop his. Making sure not to scratch him, she began to carefully brush his head. Emmet went quiet, then began to shake and sob quietly. He couldn’t think of what to say, but he could no longer hold back his feelings. He had been searching for so long for his brother, trying his best to stay strong, both to avoid dragging anyone else into his mess and because he couldn’t bear to confront his emotions. He had to stay strong if he was going to find Ingo. But now, with Ingo by his side, a bittersweet sorrow overcame him as this strange Pokémon comforted, much like Ingo had in times past. In all the time Ingo had been missing, he had not had the chance to be comforted like this, to process his feelings. And now in this dark, unfamiliar place, Emmet finally felt the crushing weight of his grief.

After a while, the large Pokémon noticed that Emmet had gone quiet. She looked over and saw that Emmet had exhausted himself, having cried himself to sleep. She glanced over at Ingo, who too was soundly asleep, then checked her kits were okay. After doing so, she rested her head against Emmet’s once more, then drifted off to sleep.

— x —

UHHH HELLO! I hope this is okay! I really wanted to have an Emmet and Sneasler bonding session because Emmet deserves to have support in this au. I also plan to have him meet other people, which is why I never say “Sneasler”. Someone like Melli or Irida will tell him when I get around to writing them into this. Who knows, maybe instead of one shots I’ll make this a continuous au? Depends if Liz is okay with it lol. But for now, this is all!

Also, since Emmet being in Hisui wasn’t an accident, I decided he was allowed to have some Unova Pokémon including bonus Joltiks which will be named after my future Joltik plushies, tho he will most likely keep them in the cave under Ingo’s advice and use Ingo’s Hisuian Pokémon instead. Perhaps I’ll address this in more detail in a later post.

…ps, the other two Joltiks are called Spork and Wanda. Don’t question my naming choices.

[bluebellowl]

Tried my hands on a Sneasel that matches my style more. Still a bit stiff and too small next to Ingo but that‘s just something to improve on in the future

Also love the works that show Ingo being swarmed by Sneasels so I wanted to try that with a bunch of weasel sized Sneasels. We have so much Sneasel cat representation. Where‘s the weasel rep?! HERE IT IS!

[proxycrit]

Salvaging the Ship of Theseus au! Posting on the sketch acc because i haven’t decided on anything permanent yet.

Emmet’s having a grand time guys.

He’s doing great!

On a side note, here’s Ingo!

Ingo’s fighting very hard to retire from Wardenship after seeing a whole train fall from the sky and land on the other side of Hisui. Unfortunately, this is a track he can not disembark until either him or Sneasler become permanently indisposed.

He’s also doing great! Don’t worry about it!

[waywardstation]

Sneasler likes making sure Ingo and Akari are just as clean as her kits, even if there are consequences like human hairballs. Ingo’s warned her not to do that as Akari’s hair is much longer than a sneasel’s or even his, but she doesn’t listen and does it anyways.

[coramatus]

TEAU!Emmet: For your fuzzy butt’s sake, avenge yourself!!

TEAU!Ingo: meep. (help.)

Woodsman: what.

Transfer Error AU’s Emmet is peeved about the @ultimate-submas-tournament round one knockout. So he goes to bother the Woodsman about it. TEAU!Ingo was actually perfectly fine with this state of affairs but alas, he is but a wee Snea now.

[lean-machine]

This is a WIP but I thought I’d share it because Emmet’s face might change in the final, we’ll see. I don’t have much time to work on this lol

Also people are hard to draw, I’m sorry they look strange

[rosebloodcat]

Allow me to paint a word picture for you all of some potential canon for Transfer Error AU.

People have learned that Emmet is in possession of a thought-to-be-extinct breed of sneasel, but it hasn't yet gotten out that the sneasel is actually Ingo. So, as we already know, numerous people are demanding that the Pokemon be confiscated for science/species preservation. This is mostly done over social media with no actual legal attempts being made, or legal channels being accessed, and Emmet has been able to ignore it for the most part. (Aside from the occasional update from friends/coworkers.)

Until someone manages to get on to an actual news station/late-night show, trying to turn public appeal against him and force him to give up Ingo.

This person tries to sway people into thinking that Emmet is incapable in some form or another and that, if he really wants to help the Pokemon, he should hand it over to a licensed, professional Pokemon breeder. That he’s unqualified to care for the pokemon and it must be taken from him.

Emmet, predictably, takes great offense to this but not for the reason most would think.

We all agree that Emmet had to have done extensive Pokemon breeding to get his Galvantula, but I would like to suggest he was far more involved in the whole thing than just dropping the needed Pokemon off at a daycare and waiting for eggs to appear.

As a result of this and the actions he took; he makes a post on his own, personal media account and fires off a text to Elesa asking her to share it.

The post is a selfie of Emmet himself and a brief caption.

Sitting in the picture is Emmert with a sleeping Ingo curled up in his lap (or into his side), and holding up a small ID so it can be very clearly seen with a verrry annoyed/angry expression. He's not quite glaring at the camera but his irritation/offense is still clearly seen on his face.

Said ID has a number of specific numbers on it blurred/Blocked out, but Emmet’s name is definitely on it, with a fancy/Very Legal and official looking seal stamped on the front. (Partially over Emmet’s name, proving that it is genuine and not a counter fit.)

The caption, like most things said by Subway Boss Emmet, is short and to the point:

Smear campaigns =/= Proper Preservation Procedure. No Proper Legal Protocol = No Sneaslets

This is followed by the brunt of Unova’s population (outside of electric type fans and breeders) losing their minds that one of the most powerful trainers in the country is, in fact, a licensed Pokemon Breeder.

And, as some point out, completely right that there is no legal leg to stand on. After all, as a previously extinct species of pokemon, the sneasel’s technically covered under the same laws that prevent revived fossil pokemon from being taken from their trainers! No one can take it unless they can prove that have government backing for both research and restoration of the species.

And if they want it bred, it would be significantly detrimental to the attempts to take it from a breeder it already trusts.

Emmet said it best. No proper legal protocol, no sneaslets!

[lucythejoltik]

Hisuian Sneasel cosplaying Ingo's fit!

[imaginaryskeleton]

Messed around making fake post-Hisui submas tweets

Part 2