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The Whitenoiseshipping tag told me to make the content if I want new content so I did so
I just think that they’re the boyfriends ever
They dance on tables together because I say so
I have never even heard of these two untill PLA and now they're all over my brain
So about my interests
I realized that I never really said a thing about them, and I have a wide variety of them. So for the sake of simplicity Ive made a little thing. Most of my favorite characters :D That should give you a pretty good read on my Personality maybe. I know I'm probably missing some but these are the ones I could remember at the moment. It's all my Lil guys from across most of my fandoms. No, I do not take critizism moving on.
(I can't have a picture for Martin cause hes from a podcast and so has no official art, and I'm not to keen on stealing any)
Here they are :DDD Aww lookit themmmmm
:)
I might make a fic of this
So like, for all of the Ingo returns to Unova and his proper time things, I've noticed that they all just as abruptly send him back. Which is as equally as traumatic as him going to Hisui. My suggestion for all the Ingo goes home fics is that Arceus realizes his oopsie and instead of yeeting Ingo back to the future, Arceus or whomever just transports the entirety of Hisui to modern day.
Like, you're vibing in Sinnoh and suddenly there's this giant flash of light from the coasts and there's suddenly a new region and you can see your peepaw but he's younger? And he also died three years ago? Anyway, I think that's the best solution, the train bros reunite and Ingo doesn't have to leave Hisui and everyone is happy.
Anyway I love the train bros and I think it'd be funny if god felt bad and created a new continent.
Welcome Home (Ingo x reader x Emmet)
angst to fluff, no tw 821 words
It had been so long.
Even if you knew you could never forget him, so much time had escaped you that sometimes you began to doubt if he even existed in the first place. The only thing that was one hundred percent proving it was his twin brother, whose smile twitched downward a lot more often now.
Even if there was some warmth in your bed, it wasn't the same. Nothing was. If Emmet was on one side, Ingo was ALWAYS curled up on the other, curling a finger through your hair or gently running them down your arms..but only Emmet's heavy arms remained, and that was only if he could manage to come to bed that night. Some nights, in hysteria, he would go out and look for his brother. Anywhere that Ingo used to frequent. It was like he couldn't stop himself from trying to find the answer. It broke your heart to see Emmet coming in all hours of the night, face grim or his soft grey curls soaked with sweat or rain from being out in the elements with no concern for himself. He would fall in your arms, defeated by his unsuccessful search. Sometimes he would cry, other times he would near immediately fall asleep from exhaustion. You didn't know how much more you could take. Emmet had almost completely gone back to being nonverbal, only really speaking when it came to work or things he really needed to say. Anything else was a vague gesture or some of the sign language he and Ingo had taught you over the years.
It all felt hopeless. Useless. He was gone. Dead. Might as well have been.
But, do the dead really..not tell tales?
It was hard to believe it when you saw it. A scrappy man with a torn coat and goatee, hovering in your doorway. The bags under his eyes were like shadows, and he hunched over ever so slightly..but those eyes. Those were Emmet's eyes. But..it couldn't be..?
"Ingo?"
Your voice was smaller than it had ever been, hardly escaping your mouth without a broken squeak. Your tears welled in your eyes like dribbling lava, Ingo's lips giving a visible little twitch once he saw you. "Yes..it is m-oomph!" Poor thing could hardly get a word out before you threw yourself around him, face buried into his chest and arms tight around his middle. You could feel him loosen his tense posture, slowly resting his left hand on the small of your back to curl you into him. "Yes, my dearest.." he mumbled softly into the crown of your head, placing soft and gentle kisses all over you. You couldn't help but sob something fierce. It was loud, it was ugly, but it was happy. You could finally hold him again. He was in your arms, you could touch him, FEEL him again.
Upon hearing your sobbing, Emmet was out of the kitchen in an instant, panic written all over his half-smile. "Love! Are you-.." with a crash, the pan of omelet had fallen onto the living room floor and quick footsteps filled the almost silent home. In one swift motion, you and Ingo found yourselves on the floor, Emmet squishing you both in his arms in the tightest hug you think you've ever been in. He laughed. Emmet, after all this time, was finally laughing with a big grin on his face. This was real, not a fake 'bearing it' grin, or something he tossed around to assure you..this was joy. Happiness. Hope finally comes to fruition in front of him. His brother was home, alive, well, and only slightly damaged. There were no words for quite some time, the three of you lying on the floor and just holding one another. Finally, you could hear twin heartbeats all around you again, always seeming to be in sync. Wherever Ingo was, you thought, their hearts must have always still been beating at the same pace. Finally, you lifted your head to hold Ingo's cheek, giving it a little rub over with your thumb. You kissed him tenderly, as if he were a delicate glass sculpture, hardly there. He returned it just as sweet, holding your face in both of his hands. You could feel on your cheeks that these hands had seen many things. They were rough, scarred, calloused, his fingertips slightly rough in texture, but in the best way. Those hands were stronger too, your face feeling the hidden power that lay in each finger all the way down to his palms, wrists, and arms..something had definitely changed about him. Only pulling away once you had run out of air, you kept the distance between you so your lips barely brushed against one another. He was smiling. Ingo, the one who always kept a soft frown, was smiling almost as wide as Emmet. Against his lips, you couldn't help but mumble.
"Welcome home."
Cannibalism
Expressionist 21/01/2024:
The garden of eggshells.
Emmet watering a apple tree with apple juice
He's having a good time
Unfortunately on my lobotomy corporation brainrot, have a Whitenight Emmet
Can you draw emmet… eating a burger
Borgir
YeagarTheDrake: (Screams with excitement and then faints)
Hey, It’s me again and I’m here for something very important, do you have a job application open, because you’re just the only one who worked at the Liminal Station, like imagine if you get sick, who’s gonna run the entirety of the Liminal Station, who’s gonna take care of those runaway locomotives, and who is going to to make sure everything is in the right place, and so do you have a job application, because I want to join you to run the entirety of this business, not like run it entirely, more like a junior position.
Emmet: Of course we have open positions! In fact, we’re ALWAYS hiring! But, respectfully…
Ingo: Allow us to introduce you to the crew. There’s Cameron, who is quite the hard worker despite being made of such fragile balloons. Furze is almost as much of a train enthusiast as us, but he can’t seem to keep his horns away from, let’s say, poppable things.
Emmet: Cloud is our security officer, because her antennae let her use the security systems with just her mind! And then there’s Jackie, who assists us with train care. Just don’t shine a light directly at them…
Ingo: Isadore… he uses his puppets to communicate. His dual nature reminds us of ourselves… and then, of course, our oldest employee, Ramses! He had to have his soul transplanted into a train after the accident, but he’s the same as he always was deep down. And… well, that’s everyone!
Emmet: Colress has his research lab set up here, but we don’t pay him… and he doesn’t pay us, either… man, we should really kick him out. Unless he’s reading this right now, in which case, we didn’t say anything.
YeagarTheDrake: ( Wakes up after he faints)
YeagarTheDrake: Ugh.. what happen?
Hey, It’s me again and I’m here for something very important, do you have a job application open, because you’re just the only one who worked at the Liminal Station, like imagine if you get sick, who’s gonna run the entirety of the Liminal Station, who’s gonna take care of those runaway locomotives, and who is going to to make sure everything is in the right place, and so do you have a job application, because I want to join you to run the entirety of this business, not like run it entirely, more like a junior position.
Emmet: Of course we have open positions! In fact, we’re ALWAYS hiring! But, respectfully…
Ingo: Allow us to introduce you to the crew. There’s Cameron, who is quite the hard worker despite being made of such fragile balloons. Furze is almost as much of a train enthusiast as us, but he can’t seem to keep his horns away from, let’s say, poppable things.
Emmet: Cloud is our security officer, because her antennae let her use the security systems with just her mind! And then there’s Jackie, who assists us with train care. Just don’t shine a light directly at them…
Ingo: Isadore… he uses his puppets to communicate. His dual nature reminds us of ourselves… and then, of course, our oldest employee, Ramses! He had to have his soul transplanted into a train after the accident, but he’s the same as he always was deep down. And… well, that’s everyone!
Emmet: Colress has his research lab set up here, but we don’t pay him… and he doesn’t pay us, either… man, we should really kick him out. Unless he’s reading this right now, in which case, we didn’t say anything.
Made for the most radical @lordtraco! Silly variant under the cut!
emmet horse real
