#and emmet has a moment of like. god . i miss my brother :[

[hoofpeet]

Going off the Ingo and Emmet had a big fight before Ingo gets ebbie debbied.

I can only imagine how Spice would feel about this. Like they try to psychologically torment Ingo who only as fragments of memories, at best, of who he was and the people in his life. Spice fails, ends up being the warden's partner, and worst of all ends up having an emotional attachment with this man. Spice won't admit it, but he's come to like the strange human.

Fast forward and Ingo get undebbied from the past. Spice and the other pokemon follow cause they care deeply for Ingo and don't want him to be on his own like he was in Hisui. A wacky adventure begins and everything really looks hopeful from here on out.

And then they find Emmet and then it all goes south. Spice (in his Zoroark form) and the rest wait out as the brothers talk, until they can hear yelling. They hear the slamming of a door open and see Ingo yelling at Emmet to just listen to him, but before he can finish Emmet pushes Ingo to the ground.

All hell breaks loose. The other pokemon react but Spice is faster. He gets in-between Emmet and Ingo putting some space between the two, and while facing Emmet, he transforms. Emmet now faces himself but this him is not smiling and his eyes are full of scorn.

Emmet's Psychological Torture 2: Electric Boogaloo. This time with intent to kill

Ougggh... good food

#hoof draws #replacement ingo au #<-i actually like the concept of emmet being irrationally furious at ingo for a second after they reunite #like. processed as 'all this trauma and grief happened because ingo disappeared' --> it's ingo's fault #also tangentially. i like spice and sugar being like. shapeshifting entities who don't necessarily change or age with time #so the twins themselves get older and visibly worn and ragged with time #whereas sugar and spice are still mimicking the mid 20's version of their respective trainers #and eventually become representative of this tragic 'we can never go back to what we were before' thing #neway. all that to say emmet storms off to brood in his brooding spot while sugar tries to comfort him #while he's like. trying to rationalize being so angry at ingo . and after a bit looks up at sugar #who looks the way he remembers ingo in their younger years when they had a great relationship. watching movies together and whatnot #and emmet has a moment of like. god . i miss my brother :[ #--> and has to go running the city looking for ingo #(he's passed out from crying in spice's lap at the park. spice threatens to bite emmet if he gets any closer when he shows up)

[iam-emmet]

//What am I doing with my life??

//this is basically a 'the story thus far' except it's set up like a bad infomercial

Are you bored with your life? Wanting to try new things? See new places?

No?

Well, who cares. Arceus sure doesn't. Congratulations, you've won a great trip to the wonderful land of Ancient Sinnoh! Don't worry about the people you left behind, you won't even be able to remember them anyways!

Welcome to Hisui, the historical name of the beloved Sinnoh region. Here you will learn to fight pokemon thrice your size in hand to hand combat, solve ancient feuds, and cope with the fact that almost everyone here hates your guts!

Just remember to trust your instincts, and if they say don't take the cold medicine, there's probably a good reason for that.

Along the way you will get a phone and contact people from The Future! This includes the twin brother of your soon-to-be adoptive parent (more on that later), as well as the leader of an evil team, and a bunch of other random people.

But not everyone hates you! You have the Warden of Lady Sneasler and some random kid on your side! And let's not forget the blond fuck-face who lives in the walls.

Oh no, it seems you've been sent Back to The Future. Now you're out of time twice! Unfortunately you're also wearing a modified version of an evil organization's uniform so you have to dodge Officer Jennys until you make it to the subway station some rando you met on the internet works at. Luckily, he's actually not a creep and he's your adoptive uncle. Not that you realize that, it's not like him and your dad look basically identical. Not at all...

But that's boring, so now you're going to a private school you probably broke into until a Dragonite decides to carry you off to another region. Whatever, you don't care. You've been displaced so many times it'd be weird if it didn't happen.

[We interrupt this program to give you: Emmet gets to not have to deal with anything bad as his twin didn't go missing. Dumbass decides to eat a weed brownie and is paranoid the weed monster wants to eat his joltiks]

It's fine, you get to catch this cute pokemon. You're smart enough to not eat its 'wish granting mochi' so nothing bad happens-

Oh look, your uncle finally caught up with you. He also hasn't slept in a week and is stupider than usual. Oh no he ate the mochi. Oh wonderful, he's possessed. Now you have to deal with your guardian completely delirious and convinced his brother is back when he's clearly not. It's definitely not scary to watch someone interact with something you can't see.

[We interrupt this program to give you: Welcome to Wonderland, Emmet spends the entire time absolutely blasted out of his fucking mind]

Your time has been cut short as some other God got bored of your existence. Goodbye, fuck you, no one needed to remember you anyways. You're now living in the Who-knows-where Place and get to watch the boy version of you deal with your problems instead. Also your dad went AWOL but we're not entirely sure what he's up to at the moment.

[We interrupt this program to give you: Alternate Emmet got Winter Soldiered after trying to get Ingo back from (where he thought he was) in Team Plasma and Akari didn't get isakaied]

You've actually interacted with that guy before, but you had more problems to deal with than an alternate universe version of your uncle being brainwashed.

That's all we got so far, but aren't you so glad you were chosen for this shitshow?

[@thetraveleroftime]

#pokemon irl #rotomblr #pokeblr #irl pkmn #irl pokemon #pkmn irl #//Ooc #//what is this plot? I dunno. I have no clue either #masterpost #< kinda #//I'll add to it as the plot continues. I was getting confused so I'm sure you guys were #//it's the shitpost blog for a reason #long post

[yama951]

Site 204, Sinnoh Region, 2022 AC

It took a moment to process what Giratina has stated.

“What do you mean by that?” Cynthia asked.

Giratina sighed.

It was a throw away comment but I couldn’t help but return to it. There is no reality where the Original Dragon did not land in Unova. There is no reality where the meteor crash that brought the Original Dragon was weaker or stronger. There is no reality where the Original Dragon did not split apart into three aspects.

Giratina then glanced at Emmet.

There is no reality, in my memory, where the Original Dragon arrived before I was given the Shattered Shell. I can only guess, but what if I was given rule over the Shattered Shell and All That Is Not simply due to the original ruler abdicating, leaving an empty throne in need of being filled? Despite the separation, the two sides still need each other to exist, supporting each other. The Distortion World is where all the paradox that would have broken this world is sent to. Of course there’s also the great number of redundancies that the fractalization of the Sacred Reality gave as a consequence, can’t have a Grandfather’s Paradox if there’s two timelines than one, let alone an infinity of pasts, and infinity of presents, and an infinity of futures. Such events could transpire that a change in the past resulted in no change in the present even if it were nonsensical at a first glance, for when one rolled a set of dice infinite times, the likelihood for the exact order of numbers happening again is no longer a miniscule chance.

“So, statistically, there should have been realities where the Original Dragon of Unova ended up in Kalos, for example.” Director Dante of the ICRS’ Legendary Division said with a nod of agreement from Giratina.

The Missing Number called the Original Dragon, the Dragon of Self-Evident Will. Said being is the only thing that the Original One did not make by their own hands. Evidently, the Dragon type exists because of its strength of will, forcing itself to exist, and if their words are to be taken as truth, then that act inspired other things that shouldn’t exist to fight their way into existence. Though the pattern screamers are more likely to destroy the local reality than to go through the birth pains of coming into being…

“I am Emmet. I am dealing with my brother’s disappearance, the revelation that I am the progenitor Zekrom’s human incarnation, now you’re telling me that the progenitor Zekrom might have been part of some God-King of the Non-Existent?” Emmet said as he stood up from his seat to walk back and forth a bit to think. He then stopped and faced Giratina.

“I do not care.” he stated. “You can keep the Distortion World. I do not remember it, neither does the progenitor Zekrom. You can rule over the things that should not be and do what thou wilt. All I care for is my brother, my friends, my family, my pokemon, my job, my colleagues, MY trains and MY life.”

Elesa grabbed his arm and silently grounded him from the ripples of Will he was roaring out.

“Take a deep breath there Em. You’re starting to go all possessive again.”

Emmet simply nodded as he panted, forcing himself back from fully roaring at Giratina, at another Dragon. He soon began repeating his mantra to help refocus himself, that he was the human and not the dragon.

“Uh, should we get Drayden and I guess Kyurem as well?” Elesa suggested. “They seem to know a lot more about the Original Dragon than any of us.”

That made Director Dante cough, shifting everyone’s attention to him.

“Yes, well, the ICRS decided to look into Drayden and we noticed some incongruities with him, enough that we had to get our ontokinetic and ontokinetic immune agents to look into him. What we found is… anomalous to say the least.” he said as he placed a file on the desk. “Legally speaking, Drayden has no family name and has been the mayor of Opelucid City since the mid 1800’s. No one seemed to notice due to the Opelucid Distortion shifting things around, even we thought he was someone greatly affected by the distortion until we connect a painting from the 1750’s to him.” he then pulled out two photos, one of Drayden and another of an old painting of what looks like a younger version of Drayden without a beard and with light brown hair in what looked like old nobility wear before the Unovan Revolution. “It was posted on Commit‘s relative or reincarnation subcommit. The painting is of Ignatius Rex, the last member of the Lacunosa’s Noble House of Rex, said to have disappeared when he went off to slay a dragon that was terrorizing his town for centuries.”

Elesa blinked at that as the name seemed to feel ephemeral, as if she could forget it like it was a dream.

“Ignatius Rex…” Magister Verdant Expanse of the Prismatic Order interjected, rubbing his beard. “That Name feels weak.”

“It is a name nearly Devoured in its entirety.” Willroarer Red Claw of the Heralds of Pride nodded in agreement. “It is mostly dissolved into the Dragon that devoured him, be it Name, Form, Will, Memory, or Legacy.” she then glanced at Emmet. Emmet himself looked a bit ill at the concept. “Such is the power of a Dragon, that it could roar at reality to make it so that what they devoured will, shall, and must be devoured.”

“But, I had tea with Drayden ages ago. He was begging me to keep Emmet under control.” Elesa countered, to the Herald’s shock.

“The Ahamkara begged.” she muttered, face paling. “It prostrated itself before you?”

“Yeah… bowed his head before me and everything. Then again, given what Emmet did to the free will of Nimbasa City’s residents to keep up with an ideal world…”

“I am Emmet. I am sorry about that. Zekrom isn’t sorry though.” Emmet said with a wince. “The difference between my human and dragon sides hurt at times.”

“Be careful with the strain, oh Lord Zekrom.” the herald began. “To go against your ideal is painful to yourself and to reality. The power of the Self-Evident Will still exist within you on some level and to go against it has consequences.”

“Ingo doesn’t lie, doesn’t like to lie, him being Reshiram Incarnate would explain that, but he is also human and thus should be able to lie.”

“I’m pretty sure he lied when you accidentally used salt instead of sugar in cooking dinner once and said it was good.” Elesa added.

“As long as he doesn’t lie while having the progenitor Reshiram’s power flowing through him, perhaps.” the herald relented. “Or he could force the Truth onto reality instead…”

The door to the meeting room then opened as an agent gulped at the sight of everyone, particularly Giratina, before he walked to Director Chronos.

“Sir, the porygon found something unusual. We could only do basic online checks but it seems that Dawn’s online accounts pinged that she was online a couple times after her disappearance. We tried to trace it back but it took using the space-time analyzer to give us a result.” he then gulped. “She’s in 1804 Sinnoh, sir.”

Cynthia stood up and walked to the agent.

“She’s in the Hisui Era!?” she shouted as she grabbed the agent’s shoulders, shaking him. “Why is she in the Hisui Era!?”

“I don’t know ma’am! I’m just a messenger!”

“Thank you, Doctor Dorian. You can go back to your work.” Director Chronos said as Cynthia let go of the man and he quickly walked away.

Cynthia pulled out her phone and tried to call Lucas, even Barry.

“Come on… come on… pick up…” she muttered before sighing and stopping. “Great, the first time I got a lead on Dawn and they’re not even picking up their phones.”

“Is something the matter?” Director Dante asked.

“Dawn’s a friend to the Sinnoh champions Barry and Lucas. She vanished under mysterious circumstances in Alola during their vacation. Last I heard, Barry and Dawn’s mothers told me that Barry and Lucas might be going to call upon Palkia and Dialga to get Dawn back…” she then faced Giratina. “Nothing bad is going to happen once they call them right?”

Palkia would be open to help, though Dialga would only do things when they deemed it the right time to do it.

“So they won’t end up being tossed off Mount Coronet in still living shattered pieces or with a body with aged and de-aged areas to die during the Hisui Era and end up being excavated by the ICRS just to be shown off to their younger selves as a warning not to mess with things beyond human ken, unlike the ICRS?” Cynthia asked with dripping sarcasm.

Hmm, that brings back memories… This Dawn individual, what does she look like?

Cynthia went back on her phone.

“Oh right, I forgot that you never actually met Dawn face to face due to how busy I am.” she said as she soon showed a picture of Dawn, Barry, and Lucas after an event at Alamos Town. Giratina blinked, mouth open in shock.

That can not be a coincidence.

“I’m sorry, what?”

Back in my past, when I was recently given the Distortion World and thus saw the once singular Sacred Reality split apart fractally, I fell into a rage at the injustice of it all. I used that rage to look for the weakest point in the multiverse, Hisui Era Sinnoh, and convinced my acolyte to break reality, to enrage my siblings and thus prove to the Original One that I should return to my former position and prune the fractal chaos back into a perfect singular symmetry that was the Sacred Reality.

Giratina then glanced back at the picture.

She stopped us. She appeared in 1804 under mysterious circumstances and became a member of the original Galaxy Team. I assumed that she fell through the space-time distortions that rippled through the past and future from the initial shattering over Mount Coronet, the same with Ingo who appeared years earlier and was adopted into the Pearl Clan.

Emmet began to see red at the statement, only for Elesa to hold him back.

“Let him finish explaining, Em.” she whispered.

Of course, given my partly paradoxical status, I assumed that was a different Ingo but now the timelines are clearly looping upon itself rather than being spliced through. The complexities of time are not my domain, however.

Floating crystal screens formed around Giratina by an act of pure Will.

I don’t like calling forth my observation mirrors on this side but I feel like the situation warrants it.

Everyone watched various lines forming on the screens.

Let’s see… present time period with given universal laws, these elemental types…

Cynthia blinked at the mention of a Wood type on the screen before she wondered how she understood the words.

Sinnoh Region-Hisui Era Reality Break… Reshiram-Ingo pulled back into the Hisui Era…

“Reality Break?” the magister muttered out.

Giratina soon sighed as the screens were basically full of various lines.

Too many probabilities to shift through. I could use the Distortion World’s broken space-time to speed up the search but the disconnect would make it harder to return here, in this space-time.

“So what does that mean? That Ingo is lost in the infinite?” Emmet nearly growled out. Giratina glanced at Emmet for a moment before looking away.

It’s a bit worse than that. Ingo fell through Ultra Space so he lost his memories. Dawn helped him recover. I was watching through the eyes of my acolyte Volo and he managed to remember you and your friend through her divinely blessed smartphone, but…

Giratina then glanced at Emmet, who was struggling not to hyperventilate from the whiplash of terror and elation at the news. Elesa glanced at Ingo’s arceus themed smartphone still on the table.

If this timeline flows exactly like my past, which I doubt given my partly paradoxical nature and the nature of reality breaks but if he also has the effect of self-evidence… the contradictions might explain why the Sinnoh Region-Hisui Era Reality Break was a lot stronger compared to Team Galactic’s reality break…

“Reality break?” Director Dante asked.

Giratina simply moved a screen, clearing the lines until it showed lines entering a circle and lines exiting it.

A reality break is an area of broken space-time in the multiverse, where anything could happen, and I truly mean anything.

An entering line from the right future side was highlighted.

For example, this one was a timeline of an Emmet Tamadensha, completely human at that, that went back in time to find his Ingo, only to find him too late. Madden with grief and rage, he went to dethrone the Original One under the belief that he could save his brother and the timeline ended after his success. It’s debated where that timeline went among the celebi. I heard one celebi theorizing that the Rite of Amaranth happened and that the change to the very central being to All That Is meant that it resulted into a new and different multiverse set.

Giratina glanced back at Emmet. In fact, everyone else glanced at Emmet. Only Elesa, Looker, and Chronos didn’t look pale from that.

“I am Emmet. That is a completely understandable choice by that Emmet to do.” he said, sparks jumping around him as he made a rage filled grin. “Fortunately, I have a fraction of the Original Dragon’s power. I will Proclaim my Ideal upon reality should anything happen to my brother.” Emmet’s eyes then narrowed at Giratina. “You and your acolyte Volo are on thin ice if your actions in the past have resulted in the situation my brother is in.”

“Emmet, please don’t fight a god in a pokemon battle.”

“I make no promises, Elesa, and who said anything about a pokemon battle?” Emmet said as he clenched and unclenched his draconic hand.

“Emmet, don’t go fist fight a god!”

“I am Emmet. I am technically sorta a god. Giratina might have caused Ingo’s disappearance.” he then gave a mischievous grin at Elesa. “Can I have one fist to Giratina’s face for good luck?”

Fortunately, Director Chronos cleared his throat.

“We are currently in a meeting. Though I suggest a break so we can contact Drayden and perhaps Kyurem as well. If you wish to punch Giratina in the face, you can do that outside.”

“Honestly, a break is something everyone needs. Meanwhile, I have a relative to contact.” Cynthia said as she headed out, passing by the herald who seemed to be star struck at either the notion of two primordial and primeval Dragons fighting it out or the coming of the progenitor Kyurem.

Once she’s far enough away, she pulled out her phone and tried calling Volus.

“Come on… come on… pick up…”

“Hey! It’s Volus! Sorry I can’t pick up right now but I’ll try to call back as soon as I can! Leave a message after the beep!”

Beep!

…

“Volo Caligulus! You have a lot of explaining to do once I find and get you!” she shouted at her phone before stopping herself as she noticed Doctor Dorian carrying a giant oran berry with both arms walking nearby. “Oh, sorry about that. That’s a huge oran berry.”

“Thanks. My spacial resizing research is bearing fruit.” Doctor Dorian joked. “Hopefully the finicky details are solved this time. The first try resulted in the atoms collapsing in on themselves. Too bad growing and shrinking stuff doesn’t work entirely like the shows and cartoons do.”

“I see, galar particles?”

“Oh no. Galar particles was the second attempt. Too temporary and ultimately unfeasible to work with. Let’s just say this oran berry got through a special rind.” he chuckled to himself.

“I am so sorry about before.”

“It’s alright. Good luck with what you’re doing at least.” he said as he seemingly entered a broom closet.

“Uh, sir, that’s not-” the broom closet was empty of people when she opened up the door. She blinked a few times and shrugged. “More ICRS secrets I guess.” she said to herself as she saw Emmet and Elesa exiting the meeting room.

“Ah, Cynthia, please help me convince Emmet not to fight Giratina.”

“I am Emmet. I need some way to discharge somehow.”

“I mean, you could just have a pokemon battle with me.”

Emmet paused and glanced at her.

“That sounds fun. Sure. A pokemon battle against you, and a battle against Giratina.”

“Emmet, punching the only guide we have to Ingo is counterproductive.” Cynthia reasoned out.

“... Fine… I’ll punch Giratina after we get Ingo back.”

“Honestly, I might as well watch that.”

“Thank you.” Elesa groaned out. “Ugh, we should get something to eat and process everything properly.”

Cynthia and Emmet ultimately agreed and headed to the cafeteria to eat, after Cynthia recalled Giratina.

#lucid twin dragons au #fanfic #world building #worldbuilding #pokemon fanfic #pokemon legends arceus #submas #my writing #fanfiction #submas au #pokemon elesa #gym leader elesa #pokemon cynthia #giratina #pokemon looker

[battle-subway-twins]

Emmet had been missing. For a few days, with a note that said not to worry. He would be back. However, it did not achieve its purpose of calming the older twin, did it?

One moment. It was all it took. The universe collapsed; everything ceased to exist. But through the darkness that came into existence, one the most precious had been shielded by an invisible barrier. Everything ceased to exist except for HIM.

"Ingo!!"

From the darkness rose a being of light. Face, familiar, yet also--

"Emmet! I am Emmet! Ingo!! I-I am sorry. I have worried you. But no more."

"I... I have--... Do not be mad at me, alright? I have learned that, in the near future of the old world, we would be separated. No one would help us. The gods would not hear my prayers. So..."

"Do you remember the Sinnoh legends? Arceus, they called, the one who shaped the world we used to live in. Well, no more. The world, the god... They are no more. Only I can shape the world now. A world where we will never be separated. Well...."

"I did not foresee that I could not live in the next world as a mortal. So... It is... It is my fault. You will be safe, but you will remember me no more. But I will be watching you. Protecting you. I will make your dreams become a reality. I will answer your every prayer."

"So, my dearest twin... Tell me what would you wish from the new world! Let me make your dreams become a reality one last time. What do you want from the new reality, Ingo? Anything goes! I can make any wish come true!"

"We cannot go back. We cannot exist both as humans in the new world. Do not waste your wish on me. Tell me what else you would like!"

Ingo had been worried the first day that Emmet was missing and it only grew from there. He'd become near obsessed with finding his twin, dropping work in order to search for Emmet. He'd been out looking when everything just... Vanished.

Panic gripped him and he looked around for anything that could clue him in to what just happened. Had he passed out finally from his obsessive search? It wouldn't surprise him. At least that was his working theory until he saw that light. Then it formed...

"Emmet! ... Emmet what happened...? I don't understand what's going on?"

He went silent as the relief he felt changed the more his twin spoke and the terror that had clutched his heart twisted into agonized confusion. All this... Because they'd be separated...? But how was this any better?! Everything they knew was gone! All of reality was warped right now! And now even if Emmet could reshape the world he wouldn't be there with Ingo?! Who gave a Raticate's ass if Ingo wouldn't remember?! This was... This was too painful now.

"... My only wish is one you know Emmet... I only want to exist in a reality with you! How could you... How could you think I would be okay with anything less...?" Ingo didn't even bother to hide the hot tears rolling down his face. It felt like he'd been stabbed. It isn't fair to either of them this way. Even if Ingo did accept this, which he wouldn't, then Emmet would still suffer.

".... If you can't exist in this new world a mortal then... Make me like you. I don't want to be in a world where you aren't my brother Emmet. Even if I don't remember you, you would still be suffering and I can't have that. Not as your older brother. Someone has to be there to watch after you right...?"

"You said any wish... Then that's mine... I would rather give up my humanity than lose you to this."

#;ic #//sorry i'm 5ever late on this #//i finally feel recovered enough to do long replies again #//hopefully this is okay

[1863-project]

Ingo and Emmet Are Both Autistic and I Will Die On This Hill, Thank You Very Much

Hey, remember over a year ago when I wrote that post screaming into the void about how Emmet is autistic? Consider this an updated version of that post, because I really should have talked about how they both are.

Disclaimer: I am an autistic adult who went undiagnosed until age 20 despite a blatant love of steam locomotives so I don’t know how I was missed considering I had the single most stereotypical interest on the planet. (I’ll touch on that later.)

Anyhow, I’ll try to keep this brief (and will likely fail), but let’s get into how both Ingo and Emmet are autistic, actually.

this goofball Emmet

Emmet’s the more obvious one, which is why I wrote the initial post linked above. He clearly scripts, has trouble containing his sheer excitement about things (read: Doubles) to the point of bothering other people, has no filter, will happily infodump about strategy or the MTA rules if asked, and in the manga has an arm-swinging walk that’s visibly a stim if you know it. 

The scripting is evident when you fight him by himself, as his dialogue often feels stiff (in Japanese it’s more informal to contrast with his hyper-formal brother), but the line that always seals the deal for me is actually this, when Ingo asks him to put in a few words before a Multi Battle:

“Hi, this is a script and I have no idea what to actually say to strangers so I’m just going to infodump the MTA rules at you now.”

But under that script, he’s bouncing off the walls with excitement - if you beat him, he’ll drop the script a bit, his “verrrry” verbal tic comes out, and he’ll ask you to come back. You can see a bit more of his genuine excitement in Masters, when he tells the player how happy he is that he gets to try a ton of new strategy because on Pasio battles are 3 vs. 3 (i.e. Multi combined with Triples).

One of my favorite screenshots from Masters is from this little moment in their event, in which they’ve just realized Roark and Steven Stone are there:

Look at Emmet’s hands. He’s practically vibrating. He wants to fight Steven so badly.

As for his lack of filter...well, that we’ve covered, but it’s especially evident in the manga:

He just...says things without really thinking about it. And it’s great.

Pixiv’s Darling Ingo

No, he’s not neurotypical, I’m sorry. He infodumps too much to be.

Those dramatic speeches he does before battling? Those are indicative of scripting, too. He’s also using a lot of big words and weirdly formal language, something a lot of us have noted down when we’re diagnosed - we talk weirdly formally.

And oh, God, does this one infodump like a pro. When I first got his dialogue in Masters in which he infodumps about high-speed rail, I felt so goddamned seen.

(The real-life equivalents of what he’s talking about, the MagLev and TGV, are legitimately incredible, so I can’t blame him for this one bit because I am also excited about those things.)

Ingo also notably has ABSOLUTELY NO volume control, which is absolutely something a lot of autistic people (myself included) struggle with. I don’t realize how loud I am most of the time unless someone points it out to me. This is not always great, because I work in a library.

There’s also the “not smiling” thing, which Masters reveals he’s genuinely concerned about - a lot of autistic people don’t always display facial expressions equivalent to how we feel. Ingo tries to mask this by being over-expressive verbally, but people certainly do notice that he doesn’t smile much. (In Legends: Arceus, he’s finally allowed to smile for the first time in a game, and it’s actually really nice to see him get to do it.) A lot of the time, we’ll have to force the facial expressions people want to see from us, and it looks rather unnatural, so it’s nice to see a fictional character have the same problem for once.

Now, like I said I’d mention at the beginning of this post...

The train thing is a stereotype, but it’s one grounded in reality:

There’s no one definitive reason why so many of us do the train stuff, but we do. A lot of people think it’s the visual stimuli, or that trains run on a set schedule, giving us the routine we seek. Still others have proposed that it’s because trains are easily sorted into categories. Whatever it is - and it might be different for each of us - it’s there.

For me personally, I’m a history person (I literally have a history degree), and trains are actually a hobby I share with my dad, particularly steam locomotives. But I absolutely feel the draw that other autistic railfans feel to trains in general, and I don’t really know if I can put the feeling into words - I just really like seeing these well-engineered machines, knowing historical ones are being preserved, and longing for the day someone will allow me on the footplate so I can drive. I can’t fully explain the pull, but I feel the pull intensely.

Anyway, I have once again failed at keeping this short, because I can’t help but infodump about things, either. Whoops. So there you go, they’re both autistic, fight me.

#Pokemon #Submas #actuallyautistic #autism

[multiversal-madness]

Hi!

I saw ur Injurned Ingo headcanon and I was like:

Wow the angst will be Immaculate for this.

I have to ask, does anyone in Hisui treat Ingo different? How was the recovery for him without modern medicine? Does it take longer for him to regain memories thank the Player because his amnesia happened organically and not because of God? How does Ingo feel about himself after his injury? And maybe a further down the line question, how does Emmet handle his brother coming back so injured?

Sorry 4 the long ask, this idea is just really fun!

Hullo! No need to apologise for the long ask, I’m glad to hear you like my au :3 I’ll separate the questions to answer them easier so this may be a bit of a long post.

Does anyone in Hisui treat Ingo differently?

I would say yes. Some people overestimate or underestimate the amount of things he can do with his injuries and disabilities, either pushing him too hard or coddling him a bit too much.

For the most part, they don’t treat him too differently as he can still do his job well and helps where he can. (Also he can’t play the flute like he normally does, instead he just blows the flute like a train whistle and Sneasler knows what it means).

Lady Sneasler is also more protective towards him. When she first saw him, she mistook him for one of the non-Hisuain sneasels that had been showing up and even if she on some level knows he’s human, she still treats him like one of her cubs (basically hurt him and you will die from her claws).

How was the recovery for him without modern medicine?

It was difficult for him, there were moments when those in the Pearl Clan thought he wouldn’t make it and some of his injuries may not have been so permanent had there been modern medicine to use.

The process of healing was slower as well, since not only were they limited by the medicine of their time, but he wasn’t the only one getting injured and they didn’t have an infinite supply. Sometimes he’d just have to tough it out through the pain.

Does it take longer for him to regain memories than the player because his amnesia happened organically and not because of god?

It’s not that it takes particularly longer, just that it doesn’t happen the same way. In the original game, memories came back slowly and in parts. In this au, some come back like that, but others come back in foggy chunks that make his head pound.

On particularly bad days, he has to take the day off from his warden duties because his mind is too focused on the memories that he dissociates and can’t focus (which can be dangerous in the wilds).

He also has a notebook he carries around, in which he writes down or doodles what he can remember in an effort to try and remember more (or just in case he forgets again). He becomes quite good at drawing and has caught the professor’s attention more than once with what Pokémon he can remember.

How does Ingo feel about himself after his injury?

At first, he doesn’t think too much about it. After all, he has no memory of what it was like before and his mind is too busy being fuzzy to dwell on it.

But sometimes, it just feels wrong, like he remembers having something there and being able to see more and shouting on a regular basis but now he can’t and it’s wrong. And sometimes, it hurts. Either the phantom pain from the missing limb or the scar tissue being too sensitive or him trying to shout and pushing his damaged vocal chords too far.

Though by the time the player comes along, he’s grown as used to it as he can.

How does Emmet handle his brother coming back so injured?

Now for Ingo coming back, I’ve decided that while he spent years in Hisui, he was only missing in Unova for a few months. Emmet is obviously stressed at his disappearance, but he didn’t have to wait for years for his brother to come back.

When he does though, Emmet is distraught. His brother looks like he’s been through hell. He’s missing an arm, has a blind eye, is covered in scars and is unnaturally quiet. How did this happen? (How could he let this happen?) Emmet becomes very protective over his brother and has bad separation anxiety now.

Until they could fall into a new normal, Emmet would sometimes dote too much and Ingo would have to stop him and remind him he can still do certain tasks, even with one arm. I can imagine Emmet unintentionally getting louder to compensate for his brother’s quiet voice as well.

#submas #pokemon legends arceus spoilers #subway boss ingo #warden ingo #injured ingo au #subway boss Emmet #steelix may also be banned from the subway

[theoddcatlady]

The Legion Studies, Part Seven

December 8, 198X

No sign of Father Carter or Scotty, and now there was a dead body on our hands with no trace of who the murderer could be.

I was planning on bailing when the blizzard calmed down. Money or not, this wasn’t worth it. Whether it was the Devil or someone whose inner psychosis had caused them to snap under the pressure, lives were in serious danger.

I talked my plans over with Dr. Leon and Lois over lunch.

“I’m onboard.” Lois stabbed her fork into her meatloaf. “And then I’m telling the police that Dr. Lewis let a pedophile have ‘alone time’ with his kids.”

“It wasn’t intentional,” Dr. Leon began, but when Lois and I glared at him, he changed his course, “but I’ll do the same. Not to mention one of them’s still missing. Poor Scotty. He was such a happy kid. God knows what’s happened to him.”

The lights flickered and I reached for my cross, clutching it tightly. Lois shuddered. “Don’t. Don’t even start. I bet it was Father Carter who killed the inmate.”

I thought about Father Carter compared to Ollie. “Maybe? I always figured Ollie was stronger.”

Lois shrugged. “Desperate asshole is a desperate asshole.”

That I couldn’t argue with.

Dr. Leon sighed and pushed away his half eaten plate. “Not hungry anymore. We’ll find Father Carter and Scotty soon though. There’s not that many places they can hide out here,” He said.

The only thing to take comfort in, yet three days in and we still couldn’t find them. A puzzle no one had an answer for.

December 9, 198X

This was the last day.

Hugo was interviewing Chloe this time, looking tenser than a stretched rubber band. Chloe sat across the table, her hands folded in with each other as she smiled sweetly.

“Hello Mr. Hugo! Is it really snowing outside? Can we go play together?” She asked.

Hugo chuckled as he twiddled his pencil between his fingers. “I don’t think so, Harus. We’re staying in here until you decide to piss off back to hell,” He said.

Chloe’s jaw dropped and shock exploded across her face. “How did you-“

“What? Did you expect me to forget you?” Hugo leaned in and smirked. “I remember all the friends Emmet loved to bring in, and I remember your foul mouth. You’re a bit of a bitch.” He leaned back and cocked his head. “Now. Are you gonna leave the little girl alone?”

Chloe’s expression twisted into something dark before she turned to the window, right where I was sitting. “No. Chloe needed me. She let me in! Your power won’t move me.”

“You wanna bet?”

Hugo took off one of his necklaces and swung it around his finger. Lois looked up from where she was monitoring Chloe’s brain activity. “What are you doing?” She asked suspiciously.

“Exorcism, love.” Hugo started walking around Chloe, whose small face had gone pale. “This wasn’t the deal, that little kids would have a demon marching around their heads.”

“This hasn’t been approved by Dr. Lewis-“

Hugo’s snort cut Lois off. “I really don’t give a shit about a man who knows dick on how to parent. I’m not letting this demon stay inside Chloe any longer than it has to be. You want to make this easy, Harus?”

Chloe spat on Hugo’s shoes.

Then the room went dark.

I heard Lois scream and Hugo shout something before I was knocked to the floor. Terror filled my chest when I felt a pair of familiar hands wrap around my throat. Not again. This could not be happening again.

This time I could still breathe, but I couldn’t get up. I was paralyzed. Then I heard a voice.

“… you start to believe in that cross now?”

The distorted voice laughed, a sound like radio static.

“One moment, one moment too late, Barbie.”

A finger stroked down my face, attached to an arm I still couldn’t see.

“You look just like your mother.”

The emergency red lights clicked on and whatever had me pinned was gone. I heard the others in the room gasping and hacking, I stumbled to my feet to see at least two of the others were passed out, the others trying to force breath in through bruised throats.

I gripped the cross before I ran to the interview room. It was like a tornado had been through there. The table was knocked over, the monitoring equipment smashed and smoking. Hugo was laying across the ground. Lois was slumped over her chair, groaning quietly. Chloe was nowhere to be seen. I went to Lois first and shook her awake.

Lois’ eyes flicked open before she gasped. “Oh shit! Shit, shit, shit! Chloe!” She looked around wildly. “Holy shit, the kid threw the table- Hugo!?”

Hugo groaned before raising a hand.

“I think we’re fucked.”

Chloe had vanished the same way Scotty and Father Carter had. The only thing the power was running was the heat. There was no lights.

Hugo and I were together, everyone was ordered to remain inside their rooms until the power came back on. No one wanted to be alone. Especially me.

We sat on my bed, back to back for several quiet minutes. Maybe an hour. I’m not sure. I broke the silence.

“My mother was possessed when I was ten years old.”

Hugo tensed. “… I thought you didn’t believe in all of that,” He said, turning his head back.

I laughed. “I don’t know any more Hugo. I don’t know.”

The most terrifying to me, up to this day, is the unknown. Why things happened. Everything had an explanation that could be defined by chemicals in the brain, how you were raised, your genetics. Everything could be explained by that.

“My mom always called me Barbie. No one else did,” I shifted until I was leaning against the wall, so I could see Hugo’s reactions, “it was our thing. I was her Barbie. She was… a very thoughtful woman. You would’ve liked her I think.”

“I’m terrible at being thoughtful. So probably not.”

I elbowed Hugo gently. “Knock it off. I’m being serious.”

Hugo raised both his hands. “I’ll behave! So… what happened?” He asked.

I sighed.

“… I’m not sure how it happened. It wasn’t an overnight change. It was over the span of a few weeks, I think. She stopped going to work after her brother died. She spent all her time in the room. She never wanted to talk to me. She started complaining of hearing things in the walls. Things I never heard. She hated to be close to me. I was a child who loved hugs. Mom always encouraged that. But when I went in for a hug one day, she… she pushed me. I hit the back of my head on the counter. My dad came home to me crying and my mom sobbing, telling me sorry and that it wasn’t her that did that.”

Hugo rested a hand on my shoulder. “You don’t have to tell me more.”

“I feel like I do.” No one knew these things except for a therapist. “My mom was diagnosed as a schizophrenic. She got worse. Began talking to someone. Someone no one could see.”

I started to pick at a hangnail I’d gotten a few days prior. “Dad just told me he was like mom’s imaginary friend. I’m surprised he didn’t leave her. Dad took care of her for the last part of her life. Until she beat him up, flung him across the room and just… ran off screaming. I was in the room when it happened, I just… wanted to show my parents my A+ on my math test.”

Hugo didn’t say anything. I pulled loose the hangnail and a little blood welled up. “She threw herself in front of a truck, according to dad… I’m not sure if that’s the truth. I always wanted to explain what happened to her. And now I wish I hadn’t.”  

It was only a second of silence before Hugo pulled me into a hug. I hugged him back so tightly I thought I’d break his ribs.

We stayed like that until the subjects from B-2 escaped.

It was almost midnight. We’d almost fallen asleep when the door slid open and a man slipped in. I screamed and threw my flashlight at the figure.

The light illuminated his face briefly before it konked him over the head. The man shouted and nearly toppled over, but I recognized his voice.

“… Ernie?”

Hugo stood up and picked back up the flashlight, flashing it on Ernie’s face. His face was covered in swollen bruises. I got up. “Ernie? Why are you out-“

“Everyone’s out. Everyone’s out now. Rex is dead!”

Ernie’s bottom lip quivered. He looked near tears. I hushed him and had him sit down, he looked like he’d been beaten half to hell. After he caught his breath he opened up about what happened.

“Everyone was on lock down. Dr. Lewis was questioning us about Chloe, if any of us had seen her. Then I heard Rex scream, and everything went to hell. Doors all opened up, everyone got out. It was like… It was like everyone in the room just went crazy! Everyone started attacking each other, and, hell I almost got caught up in it until I realized what I was doing. I just got the hell out of there but not… not before…”

Ernie’s eyes welled up with tears. “… Poor Rex,” He whispered.

Hugo gulped, but I took a deep breath. Stay calm. Stay calm. “What happened to Rex?”

“… I found his body in his room. Gutted and hanging from the ceiling.”

My heart dropped.

“Wasn’t recent either. His body was all bloated and dried out, he’d been like that for days but I, I knew that kid! I knew it was him screaming!”

Ernie shook his head. “Everyone kept on fighting and I ran. We gotta hide. Can we bar the door?”

Hugo stood. “We have to get out of here. Now.” He went into my wardrobe and grabbed my coat, flinging it at me.

I caught it but shook my head. “Hugo, none of us know how to fly a plane-“

“I do.”

Ernie blinked hard as if to clear his vision. “I know how to fly a plane, just haven’t done it in a few years. I’d never fly in the weather like we have right now, but… do we have a choice?”

Hugo answered for me.

“We don’t. Let’s try to find the pilot, but if we can’t, Ernie you better remember quick.”

#horror stories #scary stories #demonic possession #sixpenceee stories #creative writing #writers on tumblr #my stories #the legion studies

[hoofpeet]

What do you think is the funniest way for ingo to come back? Personally my bet is on just randomly being booted back on a work day.

Like imagine you're emmet, going about your day, getting ready to open the train or whatever and then a fucking portal opens up and god is on the other side and he boots your missing brother out onto the tracks, and he starts cussing out god in a language you're sure he never knew and then the portal closes and you and everyone else on the platform are just like "what the fuck" and then you have to scramble to pull him up onto the platform before a train goes past and he's just like "???????" The whole time.

A) Ingo gets dropped in modern day Sinnoh and just has to find his way back by himself I guess (fuck arceus fr) while slowly getting his memory back. Then he makes it back to Nimbasa city and he's just walking around when he passes Emmet, who's out getting ice cream with Elesa, by chance and does a fucking double take like HUH?? EMMET???? And Emmet barely has enough time to turn around before he gets tackled by his [presumed dead] brother??

B) Ingo stumbles back into the station bent on finding his brother, and finds a little crowd of people gathered near a corner. So he goes over trying to peer in to see what's up and only sees what seems to be a memorial with flowers and such. So he taps some lady's shoulder and quietly asks what's going on. And Elesa like partially turns to him going ,,ah we're having a memorial service for our friend-- before she fully registers his face and goes INGO????????????? and the whole fucking crowd turns to look at him, including Emmet who was literally in the middle of his eulogy and Ingo's like. AH .

C) Similar to option B, people start spreading wild rumors that Emmet murdered his brother to be the sole owner of the station, since he's the only one with motive or whtv. Which eventually gets to the point where he actually gets arrested under suspicion of killing Ingo and has to go to court and everything. Then finally he's in court & they're about to read the verdict, while Emmet's squeezing Elesa's hand under the table b/c he thinks he's about to be falsely imprisoned. When a fucking portal opens up in the middle of the courtroom ceiling and Ingo drops thru and crashes right into the middle of the room. Then after a moment he sits up like hauh?? Sorry am I interrupting something

#mailbox #long post #glad you asked b/c these are all ideas i had for comics that i will never do #FUNNIEST i think is B. but im partial to A bc i think its a good concept #ingos getting ice cream with his daughter akari and happens to pass emmet going the opposite direction #he does a fucking scooby doo ass double take and goes EMMET. BROTHER #Emmets like wh- (gets tackled full force by his brother)