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legends arceus uhhh uh uhhh wolfwalkers bullshit au but all the wolf spirits are sneasels including akari bc iiiiiii love them
pov ur self appointed niece fucking bites you and now you become a goddamn sneasel whenever u take a nap. she has the audacity to act surprised. The Bitch
Immortal Modern Volo except his brain is still a normal human brain so he doesn’t actually REMEMBER a whole lot of the shit that happened 200 years ago. Like, he remembers the basic facts. He tried to destroy the world, some girl named Akari came around, stopped him, yada yada yada.
So in modern times, he meets this girl named Hikari/Dawn and like. Does not realize that she’s Akari. Because he totally forgot what Akari looked like. She had dark hair? Maybe? Whatever.
Hikari/Dawn keeps getting into some major shit for whatever reason so Volo, being a nosy little weirdo, follows her around for adventures.
He only realizes, long after he’s gotten emotionally attached to this little ten year old, standing in front of the portal Giratina left behind after snatching Cyrus, who said little ten year old is.
He doesn’t remember how old Akari was when she got kidnapped by Arceus and thrown back in time, and now he’s constantly on edge and ridiculously overprotective.
Okay so I’m going to take the Immortal Modern Volo thing and make it significantly worse.
Volo meets Johanna and falls in love with her and has a beautiful little daughter named Hikari/Dawn. He does not remember what Akari looks like or her voice or her habits or anything, because that was 200 fucking years ago, and now that he’s married he’s in the firm opinion that the world SHOULDN’T be destroyed, actually.
Johanna is aware that Volo is cursed to be immortal because he went crazy and did something very stupid in his youth. She does not care too much because he’s an absolute sweetheart now and that’s all that matters.
She starts to care a lot more when Volo, who just realized who Akari is after Hikari/Dawn saved the entire fucking Sinnoh region from a gang of terrorists, tells Johanna about Akari.
Volo sleeps on the couch for a week.
Fair enough.
Yo! I’m excited for your art moving forward, it looks amazing :D
As for your post about the submas stuff, could I see some Ingo and Akari stuff? If not, maybe your take on Emmet in Hisui?
Hi!! Thank you so much for the compliment, it means a lot to me :]. (Congrats on being my first ask too!)
The drawings are under the cut ^^
A bit angsty w/ fluff: Ingo consoling Akari. Can you imagine being 15 and having to do what we do in-game •_•?? Crazy stuff.
Lol this isn’t actually what I think would happen but… it’s for the meme. I don’t have as much practice with writing than I have with drawing but who knows… I might post a reunion comic/ text O.0)
If anyone has more requests the ask box is open!! I do pokémon (or more specifically) submas stuff. Ask away! No nsfw stuff, please! (Unless it’s literally nsfw lol)
Day 6: New Pokemon
*Checks the date then the prompt’s day* Ok, listen-
*Gets hit by a steel chair*
「地下鉄のトンネルのように暗い洞窟を進むと、彼の中に忘れていた記憶が呼び覚ます。」 洞窟のシーン。来年はこれのアニメーションを作るかもしれません。
-- "Going through a cave as dark as a subway tunnel awakens forgotten memories in him." Cave scene. Maybe I'll make an animation of this next year. Thanks to @miu-rai-li for collaborating with this.
The mountain breathes out warm air too
Tell him, maybe It’ll spark a memory of dealing with delinquents in the subway
Potions in PLA heal 60hp as opposed to 20hp in the other games and it's probably for the same reason Coca-Cola used to be considered medicinal.
I wish to read the continuation to this.. If she ever complete her Pokédex and get back home with Ingo... 😭😭😭
Comfort Him
Akari often brings things back from space-time distortions to show to Ingo, in hopes that it will help him regain any of his lost memories. She just didn’t consider it might bring back a memory that’s so distressing.
I wrote this based off of the prompt for the title ‘To Comfort a Parent’ that was given to me by @mismefancy for my title ask game! I also incorporated another request for more Snacktime AU. This has some sadder content than I usually write, but it still has a good ending.
OR read here on AO3!
Enjoy!
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“I found some new things today, maybe one of these will be different?”
The sound of crinkling reached Ingo’s ears, who was in the middle of scrubbing the last soup bowl clean in the nearby river. He glanced back at Akari to see exactly what he was expecting - from where she sat on a felled log, she was pulling a variety of things out of her satchel - he immediately recognized a few snack bags. Plastic packaging that only came from the space-time distortions.
“Miss Akari, I’m beginning to suspect you purposely hide those until after meals are finished.” Ingo brought the clean bowls back to the snuffed-out cooking fire he had set up, eyeing the various things for no longer than a moment. It seemed she could never stop eating, but that was to be expected from an active teenager’s metabolism… something he did not share.
But, she was doing it for him. He was well aware of that; she often brought him things she would find in the space-time distortions - things that were entirely foreign to the people of Hisui, but were usually very familiar to Akari, and oftentimes faintly so for Ingo. Things that had come from their own time.
Ingo’s recollection of his previous station had considerably improved since his initial interactions with Akari, and they only grew with time. However, such growth was beginning to plateau, and when new memories were knocked loose, they were often small, and insignificant - usually general things, nothing personal for him.
Had he recovered just about everything he could? Akari didn’t think so, and had resorted to more trips to space-time distortions, for more chances to find something that might be their big break - that might be Ingo’s lucky chance to remember something significant.
Nothing had come close to providing that yet - sometimes a few pages ripped out of a magazine would help him dimly recall a passing general event, or an empty pokeball of modern-day design would send faint feelings of familiarity through his hands, but that was it.
It was like picking up shattered glass in the dark - there were many more tiny pieces scattered about than large ones, and reaching out blindly would more likely result in feeling the smaller shards first.
It was… a tedious process. Especially lately, where it seemed things were slowing down considerably.
However, Akari was persistent, incessantly so. She had kept trying, kept finding new things to show him. And Ingo… Ingo appreciated it.
“It’s not a lot, and it’s just items this time!” Akari pulled out a few other items from the bag. “Mostly.”
“Let’s see the items first, then,” Ingo moved to drop down beside her on the log, the dry bark creaking to accommodate him. Let dinner settle a little, first.
“Alright, here’s something I found skewered on the back spikes of a rhydon,” Akari explained, pulling something soft out of the stash. “Hopefully some kid’s not missing it too much!”
Ingo blinked at the item. It was clearly a plush toy of a Pokémon, but he didn’t immediately recognize it as one from Hisui… it didn’t help that there was a large puncture in its face, with stuffing poking out of it.
“Do you recognize this Pokémon?” Akari handed the ruined toy to Ingo, and he held it in his lap, handling it carefully as he took his time looking it over.
It was quadruped, light grey and black. Big head, tiny legs. Small, natural holes decorated the armor on its face and back, as opposed to the unnatural puncture that had destroyed one of the plush’s two big blue eyes.
That one was more like the holes that littered Ingo’s mind.
(Aron). A Pokémon that was brought to the (Battle)(Subway) for fights (on)(the)(lines), and would (nibble) on the (Subway’s)(rails) if they were of the wild variety.
…
A Pokémon that was brought for fights, were they of the wild variety.
…That didn’t seem entirely right.
“I believe the memory of this Pokémon can’t quite reach the station, yet,” Ingo rubbed at the back of his scalp with a hand, where a small aching was beginning to bother him. “But it’s halfway there.”
“It’s an aron,” Akari tried to help the memory the other half of the way. “Likes to eat metal? Evolves into lairon, then aggron?”
Ingo’s frown only deepened at the remark; the characteristic and names were faint sparks in his mind, but nothing more - he could not get a visual image of the evolutions, or even remember the typing for them. It was the exact same feeling he got when he glanced at one of the many voltorb in the highlands… or even his own sneasel.
He handed the damaged toy back over to Akari. “Ah, still not quite there, I’m afraid.”
“No, it’s ok,” A consolatory phrase. One that Ingo had grown accustomed to hearing from her every time she showed him something, anymore. Akari took the plush, and set it back in the pile, before pulling out the next item, and holding it up to him. “What about this? I found this one hanging off a cliffside!”
It was a small, plain shirt; tattered and dirty, there was a print of what almost appeared to be a braviary on it - it was hard to tell with all of the rips littered across the black fabric, though.
Nothing came to mind with this article of clothing at all, aside from the fact that he had recognized shirt designs like this were common where he came from - a realization that was a couple months old at this point, but one that had been special to Akari. It only solidified the idea that they were from a similar, if not the same, time period - she had arrived to Hisui in a plain printed shirt as well, after all.
However, nothing new sprung up at the clothing. Not even the tell-tale aching in the back of his skull, flaring whenever he managed to touch a locked-up memory that was infected with holes.
And why would it?
Ingo suspected Akari knew that more than likely, the mundane article of clothing wouldn’t be familiar to him at all. But he knew she had since resorted to bringing him absolutely anything he hadn’t seen yet.
They had already gone through a lot - Akari had told him about Pokemon gyms, about contests, and competitions. About Pokemon native to her home that she couldn’t find here, as well as others from different regions. About Pokemon centers and Pokemarts, and TMs and HMs. Everything she could think of. And it did bring a considerable amount of information back.
Of the world he had left behind, at least.
But what of his friends? His family? His personal life? How could Akari help lead him back to that prior track, when she had never been a part of it?
Questions never worked, asking about his life or loved ones, no matter how specific they got.
He needed connections.
So what else could she do, besides hope a ruined toy would unlock a memory of a potential close companion of the same form? Or that a ripped shirt would remind him of a friend or family member that had possibly happened to wear the same article of clothing?
It was all she could do, and Ingo knew it just as well as she did. At this point, she could only show him random relics left behind by the distortions.
Hoping it would somehow click.
“Anything?” Akari’s arms began to lower, looking over the top of the shirt at Ingo with cautious hope in her eyes.
“Ah, nothing of significance, I am afraid.” Ingo locked his fingers together, regret in his own gaze; he hated to disappoint her.
“Hmm…” Akari turned to fold and stuff the shirt back into her satchel. “...It’s ok.”
The same consolatory remark again. It was hidden deep, hidden well, but Ingo noticed it sounded… not exactly sadder, but more… disheartened.
She was not obligated to subject herself to such disappointment.
“Miss Akari,” From under the brim of his hat, Ingo’s eyes watched Akari’s hands, putting the shirt away. She paused to glance at him. “My apologies if this is, well, a discouraging process. I am doubly appreciative for your efforts to assist me, but I am aware the tracks are unfortunately slow… and I apologize for that. If you would rather take a break from this, I would understand.”
“What? No, no!” The shirt was forgotten entirely as hands went up, emphasizing. “It’s not! …Something I want to take a break from, I mean! I don’t want to!”
Ingo must have shown a little of his surprise on his face at her enthusiasm, because Akari noticed it.
“I just… I really want to help you get your memories back.” The teenager relaxed a little. She confined her hands to her lap, so they would not fidget with her scarf as she focused on her words. “I think about my mom a lot, and my friends, and my home. I mean, yeah, it's hard sometimes to think about, but I’m really glad I have them. I want you to have that too.”
She knew Ingo wanted it very much; she could see it in his features whenever he listened to her talk about her memories. Not jealousy or envy, but a specific type of sadness. He was able to hide it well, but his eyes would always give him away.
“It doesn’t bother me, even if it takes a while.” She kept going. “It’s not your fault either, but… I don’t look at it like that anyways. I just want to help, any way I can. Even if it takes time.”
The things Ingo had done for her during her time in Hisui went through her mind. How he had led her, accompanied her through the mountains to his noble. How he encouraged her, and appreciated her company. How he taught her how to do certain things, and did his best to guide her when she felt confused. How he made her feel less lonely in a way her other friends couldn’t here in Hisui, the only other person in this world that had come from a previous one before, just like her.
But these things didn’t leave her mouth.
“You’ve done a lot for me.” She simply summed up, instead. “I’d be happy to do something back for you.”
She turned away, back to her pile before Ingo could possibly try and assure her that really, it was alright (but in doing so, she missed the look of appreciation that found its way into his eyes). The sound of shifting fabric was replaced with the crinkling he had first heard earlier.
“Ok, snacktime. Here, try this one first.” Akari held out a small bag to Ingo, wanting him to take it. “You haven’t had these before, right? It’s popcorn, I think.”
The bag was a bright blue, featuring a pair of Pokémon he couldn’t quite recall - small brown bodies, with large fluffy heads. One had a pair of curled green horns, the other blue.
Popping the bag open, Ingo could see the popcorn inside; white and yellow puffs that resembled the Pokémon’s fluffy cotton, and covered in an orange dust.
“You’re correct, as you oftentimes are with these,” Ingo offered the opened bag to Akari as he always did, and she grabbed a messy handful of the puffs to munch on. Ingo took a handful himself, popping them into his mouth one at a time as opposed to Akari, who shoved it all in at once.
Hmm…
Definitely stale.
Just like how they always were in the (vending)(machine) by the (Battle)(Subway). Stale. (Emmet) liked them, but he didn’t know anyone else who did.
…
Just like how they always were. Stale. Someone liked them, but he didn’t know anyone else who did.
Well, that was a lot of nothing, but he shouldn’t be surprised, seeing as how he apparently never really touched the stuff to begin with.
“I think this bag was a little old,” Akari commented with a full mouth, rubbing some of the cheese dust from off her face.
“I believe they’re just like that,” Ingo finished off the popcorn, before neatly flattening the empty bag and handing it back to Akari - he would have simply crumpled it, but he knew she liked to keep and collect some of the packaging to later show to Rei. “But unfortunately, that is the only memory that’s returned to the station; my apologies.”
Once again, Ingo could sense the modicum of disappointment that she couldn’t quite hide with the rest. She took the bag back and folded it neatly, slipping it into her satchel. “No! It’s ok, Ingo, really.”
The warden couldn’t help but feel bad again. Ingo was sort of hoping that was the last thing she had, so that he wouldn’t have to disappoint her for a fourth time tonight. But apparently, she wasn’t done.
“Alright, last thing, I promise,” Akari picked up a small, stocky jar. “I think it’s a drink. Maybe a protein shake, or something-“
She paused as she got a better look at the item in her hands. It was much easier to identify things when she wasn’t swiping things from off the ground, going thirty-something miles an hour from atop Lord Wyrdeer’s back.
“Wait no, nevermind, it’s not a drink. Well, for people, at least. It’s um, a jar of carbos,” slightly surprised, Akari took note of the matching blue cap and triangle symbol on the front - it had been hard to notice with all the dirt that covered it. “Vitamin mix for Pokemon. There are other types too, like Zinc, and Protein… I don’t think I’ve found any of them in a distortion yet, though. I know it’s a long shot, but maybe… see if it reminds you of anything?”
She held the jar out to Ingo. Another offer for him to try again. To try one more time. For her.
A deep breath. Scared to disappoint her again. Ingo reached out, taking the jar in his fingers. “Alright.”
The warden brushed some of the dirt off as he inspected the item more thoroughly. The plastic container was covered in little scratch marks, probably banged up from when it fell through the distortion. The blue triangle on the container stared back at him, a label that didn’t hold much meaning or significance to him. It stirred weak familiarity as a jar of vitamins though, riding off the words of explanation Akari had given.
Out of habit, Ingo turned the carbos over in his hands, his eyes following the label strip as he turned the jar, until-
There was a sticker on the back of the container, stamped over the labeling. Ingo squinted at it, reading over the words - The writing was not Hisuian, just like everything else Akari would fish from the distortions. It was thankfully Galarian, which he could read, but it still took a moment. The scuffed state of the sticker didn’t help either, but Ingo could eventually make out:
CARBOS - 1BP
THANK YOU FOR RIDING THE BATTLE SUBWAY. ENJOY YOUR PRIZE. WE HOPE TO SEE YOU RIDING THE LINES AGAIN SOON. FOLLOW THE RULES AND DRIVE SAFELY!
-INGO AND EMMET
Ingo blinked.
Emmet had come up with that message himself, believing the words of support on the prizes would be appreciated by the trainers. Emmet had run a few variations of the message by him when they were still adjusting to their top positions in the place.
This was a BP exchange item from the Battle Subway. It cost exactly 1BP, and would raise a pokemon’s speed. Valuable, but essential to trainers who wanted to help their Pokemon reach their full potential. Which is why Emmet wanted to lower its cost from 10BP to 1BP.
Emmet always told him he’d start putting this stuff in his coffee, to make him finally start moving faster in the mornings. And he actually did it, once.
There were no holes in these thoughts.
These disconnected, jumbled recollections simultaneously shot like an arrow through Ingo’s brain, a quick, sharp stab before all the pain - all the realization - caught up with it, and bloomed out. Ingo could barely process the memories flooding back.
Emmet. That’s who he was - that’s who the man in white was. Emmet. His brother, who he ran the Battle Subway with.
Emmet’s actual appearance was still just as murky, as were any experiences with him outside of the limited information that was attached to this jar of carbos. But Ingo had something.
His brother was encouraging, to think of putting messages like this onto prizes for trainers, and trusting to come to him for approval on it. His brother was considerate for making prizes like carbos more affordable for trainers, and he was, well… apparently a bit mischievous for putting the nasty stuff in his morning coffee.
He was a good brother though. A brother that he loved dearly, and a brother that loved him back just as much. Ingo knew it. Why else would such a surge of emotions be connected to these sparse memories? His mind could not explain his feelings with memories, but his heart could remember them all the same.
It reassured him, even if he didn’t understand it.
A confused sound left Ingo’s throat, a deep heave in his chest as he tried to keep his head above the rising waters. He looked up to Akari, who was watching him intently, in hopes that she would extend a branch and help him stay afloat.
She blinked at wide grey eyes. “Did you-?”
“My brother-” His fingers were loose around the plastic container, the carbos practically forgotten in his hands. “I have a brother. His… name is Emmet. He works in the Battle Subway, as did I.”
He held up the jar in his hands, now remembered, and turned it around for her to see the sticker - the confusion on her face had been immediate, wondering how he got all of that from a jar of carbos.
“This is a prize item that could be obtained from the Battle Subway, something that could be exchanged for BP. I can’t quite recall what BP stands for, but it was treated as currency for our system…”
As Ingo went on, Akari studied the scuffed sticker on the jar, still in his hands. When her eyes drifted over Ingo and Emmet’s names, her expression lit up, eyes bright as she smiled wide.
“Oh, Ingo! this is great!” Akari jumped up, hardly able to sit still with the excitement buzzing in her chest, making big gestures with her hands. “This is- this is a big thing! You remembered something! You have a brother! And you remember him! And your job, too!”
Akari’s infectious enthusiasm spread to Ingo, the corners of his mouth quirking upwards into a smile as she continued to talk. He did remember. He took another glance down at the worn sticker on the carbos, as if reading Emmet’s name again would bring back more memories.
“You work at the Battle Subway!” Akari kept going, talking a mile a minute. “Which means you’ve got to be from Unova! When I was really young, my mom and I would go there for contests she was in! We went on Gear Station’s subway lines too! I could have already met you and not even known it! Ingo, wouldn’t that be great? I mean, just-!”
Clearly, the prospect of not only living in the exact same timeframe, but also possibly having already met before, was exciting Akari beyond belief.
But as she went on, her words only turned to static in Ingo’s ears.
It was entirely unintentional - he would never purposely tune her out like that. But it was hard not to do it when the third line on the sticker had snagged his attention in its entirety, working its way through his mind as another set of gears started turning in his head.
FOLLOW THE RULES AND DRIVE SAFELY!
Ingo ran his thumb over the rough texture of the scuffed sticker, over the words.
A familiar phrase to him. That was what he always said. He always said that when initiating a battle at the training grounds. Because it always felt right to say so.
But, Emmet was the one who had written the message on this sticker.
These were Emmet’s words.
It was a deep feeling in his gut. They were not his own. They were his brother’s. His dear brother’s. Those were Emmet’s words that had stuck with him, and remained in his heart.
Had he always been saying Emmet’s phrases? No wonder they always filled him with such will. Such determination. They were the words of his brother. His encouraging, trusting, compassionate, mischievous brother.
Emmet’s words had left him with a will to keep going when he had been separated, even if he didn’t realize it until now. But what had he left Emmet with?
Did he leave him with anything at all? Did Emmet know where he was? That he was still alive?
Did he leave Emmet all alone, for all this time?
Ingo could not recall any of the answers, but a deep, nauseating bubble of grief filled his chest at the questions before it could go any deeper.
His heart could remember what his mind could not. He did not understand the intensity. And this time, it terrified him.
Grief only hurt like this when something you dearly cared about was wronged.
Something had happened before he had departed from his previous station, to this one in Hisui. Something terrible, and he knew it involved Emmet.
What if he couldn’t ever get back to him, and fix it? What if he was stuck here in Hisui permanently?
The new, upsetting wave of emotions in his heart welled up out of his chest, unable to be contained, forced down deep the way tried so hard to maintain sometimes. They filled his eyes, blurring his vision, until they began to stream down his face.
“...My mom said that on the first trip, when I was really little, I got lost at the station,” Akari continued on, oblivious. “And that staff helped her find me! What if you had talked to my mom? Or your brother did? Or even-”
Any further words died in Akari’s throat at the sound of a sniff, and her excitement followed her words as she turned to see Ingo. One hand still held on to the carbos jar, but he was rubbing his eyes with the other, catching tears with the heel of his palm.
…Was he crying?
“Ingo?” A foreign, novel anxiety sprang up in Akari’s chest, cold and uncomfortable.
Ingo does not cry.
“Are… you ok?”
A glance up from under the brim of his tattered hat, eyes heavy with tears.
“I am alright, Miss Akari,” Ingo sniffed, “It’s just that…Emmet, I don’t- I believe something happened, before… and I am afraid that I’ll be unable to-“
The confusing emotions kept pushing. The tears kept falling. Ingo shut his eyes tight, which only squeezed out a few more fresh ones. A deep breath around the swell in his throat.
He did not want to burden Akari with this. He was the adult, and she was a child, she shouldn’t have to-
“…Please excuse me,” Ingo sniffed again, wiping at the tears with his sleeve as he looked away. They wouldn’t stop coming. “I- I don’t wish to… I can’t seem to-“
It was all he could get out before his voice cracked. He stopped hopelessly attempting to form a sentence, and relented to simply choking back a sob. It was quiet, in a way. He suppressed himself so as not to openly weep, but each stutter of breath was still agonizing. Leaning forward to hide his eyes under the brim of his cap, the tears came down.
Akari was struck with a cold shock, unsure what to do. She had never seen Ingo like this. He had never cried, regardless of whether it was simply misty eyes, or relentless tears being shed. And the sound of him sobbing was so foreign to her; it felt so wrong. So sad.
At least, she had never seen him do such things.
Her heart clenched at the possibility that perhaps it was different when it came to times of solitary, when he was alone and no one was watching.
But what if it wasn’t like that either? He could have just as easily been bottling these feelings up inside, consciously or subconsciously, letting things grow tighter and tighter in a fragile heart, until the pressure shattered it.
Both thoughts made Akari all the more appreciative that they were out in the wilderness, away from any prying eyes and attentive ears of the Jubilife villagers. She was sure Ingo felt doubly grateful. Because either way, it was obvious he needed to get it out.
Ingo restrained a few more sobs before he slumped forward into his hands, elbows propped weakly against his knees. Perhaps it was out of grief weighing heavy on his shoulders, or it was simply to hide his face, and the tears that rolled down it. Either way, Akari’s heart ached, squeezing so hard in her chest that she almost felt nauseous.
She had never seen him like this.
Akari moved to sit back down on the log next to Ingo. She was still for a moment as his shoulders jolted with each stifled choke, before hesitantly reaching around his middle as best she could in a hug.
She said nothing as she leaned against him, embracing him - what could she possibly say? Ingo continued to sob. She knew he probably couldn’t stop now even if he wanted to - containing such strong and built-up emotions after letting them out was comparable to fitting a steelix into a pickling jar. But a heavy arm moved, shuddering, and he turned his torso to better accommodate her efforts, and embrace her back.
Akari readily took the opportunity, and buried herself into his warm front, securing her arms around his back. She felt his arms settle around her in turn, holding onto the comfort she was offering. The way his chest stuttered, bouts of sporadic breathing interrupting an otherwise-smooth cycle, only made Akari settle further against him, practically in an effort to ease it.
He was hurting.
And he probably had been for a long time, even if he didn’t realize it.
Akari had always assumed Ingo’s amnesia was a curse. All it had ever seemed to do was cause strife - Ingo would doubt himself on many things due to it. And he never spoke about it out loud, but Akari could tell he would occasionally question subjects pertaining to himself and his previous life that she didn’t want him to even entertain.
What was he like before Hisui - as a person? Were people as wary to trust him in his own time as they are here? Did they have reasons not to trust him? Was his morality previously… tarnished? Did he do something wrong - something wrong enough to land him here in Hisui?
It was a very slippery slope of bad thoughts that Akari always wanted him to dismiss. She hated the thought of them, but how could one not at least wonder about it from time to time, if they had no memories of the person they were before?
But now, Akari believed it had been a blessing. He couldn’t miss the things he terribly loved if he didn’t remember them. He couldn’t worry over loved ones he didn’t remember, or ache for home if he couldn’t recall what home felt like. He couldn’t torment himself over the events leading up to his demise, or think of what he could have done differently, if he didn’t recall what had happened before. He couldn’t lament his previous life progressing without him if he didn’t know how good he really had it. He couldn’t question if there was a plan for him like there were plans for Akari, if he didn’t realize their methods of arrival were vastly different.
He could not beg for a ticket back home if he didn’t know enough about what home actually was, and what unfinished business he left behind, to consider it terrifying that the trip might possibly be a one-way deal.
His amnesia had been protecting him from some terribly distressing feelings, and she had dug them back up.
All with a jar of carbos.
Akari felt her throat tighten uncomfortably as blurry stinging welled up in her eyes. Ingo’s tunic caught a tear as it fell; an infectious action in turn from a cold wetness spreading on her shoulder, his own continued tears.
She had never seen him like this.
“I’m so sorry,” Akari’s voice was muffled against his tunic. She continued to feel the sporadic heaves of Ingo’s lungs, stuttering around his sobs; he said nothing in his current state, as she didn’t think he even could. But the shakey, reassuring squeeze he gave her told her that he appreciated the gesture.
He had always been there to comfort and ease her. To tell her that things were ok, and that he would fix whatever was wrong to the best of his abilities. Several times, she had admittedly cried to him about her homesickness, and her mother, and her friends. And he always listened. Always reassured her. Always indulged in her good memories, and spoke well of her friends and family that he had never even met.
It felt almost jarring to be in such a position now, the other way around where she was the one comforting him over such things. She sometimes forgot that he was really only around twice her age, three times at the most. That he was not only just as lost in this world as she was, but even deeper in the thickets than her… and yet he was always trying to push her forward, closer to the clearing and out of the woods.
He was such a sturdy, supportive foundation in this unstable reality for her, that she oftentimes (and shamefully) forgot he was just as scared of the uncertain future, and his place within it, as she was… if not more.
A distressing recollection might have been the catalyst for the tears, but she knew more was pouring out than just that. Months of built up stress, and confusion, and worrying-
He needed someone to tell him it would be alright too.
He missed home, just like her.
She hugged him tighter, squeezing.
“You’ll get back home. To Emmet. And everyone else who cares about you. I’ll fulfill my purpose here, I’ll earn my way back, and, I-I‘ll take you with me.” Akari spoke against his chest. The wetness continued to spread over her shoulder. “I won’t leave you here. No matter what. You… you’re going to see them all again.”
The tears kept coming from above her. Akari’s unspoken words of appreciation from earlier welled up in her heart - why did she never say them to him?
“You’ve helped me so much,” she let the words flow. “You spend time with me, and you care about me, and listen to me, and… I miss my mom a lot, but I don’t feel so alone here when I’m with you. It would be… very different without you here. And I… I know Emmet is feeling that. I know he wants you back. I’m taking you back with me, and you’re going to see him again, and whatever happened will be fixed.”
Ingo had needed to hear that. A deep breath shuddered as he slumped forward. Another gentle squeeze in his arms as he continued to quietly cry. Broken heaves of breath through restrained sobs.
Akari remained leaned against him, head resting close to his aching heart.
She would not leave him in this place.
They sat like that for a while, the cold darkness of the wilderness surrounding them. Ingo continued to cry, and Akari let him.
She had never seen him like this, because he had always tried his hardest not to let anyone, especially her, see him like this. He did not want to burden her with his stressors. But she did not see it as a burden at all.
She was going to complete her purpose. She was going to earn her way back home. She was going to take Ingo with her.
She would not leave him in this place.
Things would be ok.
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Doodle dump!! Cleaned up a bunch of sketches I had sitting around and put them together ^^
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Idea: The real reason Ingo started exercising with Zisu is because Irida, concerned for his physical health, gave him an ultimatum: train with Zisu or train with Gaeric. He chose Zisu because otherwise he would have died
While there would be legitimate concerns (Irida worries over how Ingo’s back still hurts him so much), I decided to do a more humorous comic haha.
Irida only wants to help get him into shape, but Ingo knows that one training session with Gaeric would probably kill him haha. He immediately and vehemently opts to train with Zisu.
Also all of Akari’s dialogue is made up of recent tags I’ve seen people leave on my posts haha. They would only confuse and concern Irida if she heard them.
HISUI PMD AU
So I’ve been going through a bit of another rough period lately and have turned back to my DS system, one of the few gaming consoles that doesn’t seem to terribly hurt my hand (yay!!)
I picked up PMD Sky again, and seeing as I had reset my file at some point but didn’t make a new one, I inserted Ingo and Akari into it — Cyndaquil for Ingo (hero), and Eevee for Akari (partner)!
I think it’s very fitting since Hero character has total amnesia except for remembering their name, and Partner character is someone with an outgoing personality who’s just joining a guild.
I’ve been getting really attached to it, and so I’ve been thinking about a little AU with some adjustments to it. Hence these doodles I’ve been working on for the last few days (mostly warmups/practice to try and tighten linework with my non-dominant hand, so no hatching or handwritten words for this one ^^;).
I may develop more to this. It’s been so so fun!!
See hi-res version here: patreon.com/posts/100778115
Updating every Tuesday and Thursday Chapter 6 of Lone Emmet and Cub AU !
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I just saw that yesterday (April 17th) was Phione Day (フィオネの日)
How about a little appreciation post of our favorite heroine turned Phione and the shenanigans she is up to?
Once Akari figured out how to use Water Gun, she became just a little too eager to test out its viability on warding off murkrow.
She profusely apologized later.
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I didn’t know yesterday was Phione Day!! That’s so cool!! Thank you for sending an ask about it!! I hope this suffices haha
I blame you for giving me the Akari Ingo found family brain rot.
Thank you very much, it's wonderful.
YES SUCCUMB TO THE PROPAGANDA!!
I’m so glad you enjoy the content!!!! I enjoy putting them in a found family dynamic so much, and I’m glad other people appreciate it too!!!!
Sense Memory
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The narrow window before management cuts back the spring blooms is one of my favourite times. But if I had to fight pokémon hiding in the tall grass to get to my train, I'd be significantly less pleased.
On a different note, here's a more light-hearted separate sketchy scenario that didn't really fit with the previous lot;
Apparently Elesa loves bad puns and that's hilarious to me.
Yes, for real, my day job is driving passenger trains. Choo Choo, Stop, Go, Open Doors, "Please move down inside the train" The whole shebang. It's a pretty good gig but scores high on the 'monotony' chart; same routes, same trains, 9 hours on the bounce, but yeah I do enjoy it :)
If you're ever interested in the rail, no matter what country you're in, there will be rail forums run by enthusiasts who'll have all the info you could possibly want. 👍