mostly half edited snippets and WIPs. don't expect the best spelling or grammar over here. Feel free to ask about any of the stories! might make me actully start to chip away at some of 'em, lol
#pokemon writing snippet will take you to any substantial writing ive done (usually things that have been cut)
Main WIPs rn:
Whisperer
Status effect (Lost, Ptt, doubles, & full restore)
Hi recently i read ur fic "bat tunnels" and you mentioned you have thoughts but not enough to write more, and that readers are (and i quote) "free to poke me about it on my tumblr tho!"
i would like to hear the thoughts
Bat tunnels!! This is actually just one of the Many fics I have with Ingo turning into some sort of Pokémon- and by far the shortest haha. Even if that's only because I wasn’t sure how to handle the subsequent events. I have a Lot of fics I’m chipping away at atm
(This turned into a bit more of a ramble than I was expecting. Whoops.)
Anyway- big thing I wasn’t sure how to explain was why Ingo is a pokemon in the first place. Arceus knew that humans can’t travel through time and space very well, and Arceus didn’t want him to like. Forget everything a second time. But Pokémon are notably more hardy! So, turning Ingo into a Gliscor seemed like the best solution.
It’s temporary but 'temporary' for a human and 'temporary' for a being that has lived since before time is Very Different (and maybe Arceus thinks being a Pokémon for a bit isn’t to bad)
Also, re the alpha status: being an alpha has more to do with being particularly experienced in battle/ a will to protect. so.
Arceus just thought “Oh, natural law says you would have become an alpha.” and thus Ingo was made into an alpha.
Alphas aren’t exactly born, though having a parent that is an alpha can increase the chances of becoming one. Just because being surrounded / raised by a really good / experienced fighter is a huge advantage.
Ingo beats up kids for fun on the battle subway and is completely merciless in the paths of solitude. He is a Very experienced fighter in the technical sense, even if for a bit he struggles to harness that power.
In that sense, Emmet was pretty spot on with assuming Ingo was a Gligar that evolved too soon. Not that Ingo actually evolved per se, but his situation is very much like giving a level 5 gligar 95 rare candies and a razor fang. Also he’s still getting used to his body.
(For the record, yes he knows earthquake.)
On that note, Ingo probably. Would not be able to battle on the subway. Not without it being a very strong opponent. With his lack of skill, he has absolutely No Idea how to pull his punches. Also Emmet would feel verrrry uncomfortable putting him in a pokeball- Ingo feels similarly.
Ingo’s gliscor might enjoy it after being tested and vaccinated though haha. Tho they might be busy assisting Ingo with being gliscor shaped himself. Especially when Ingo immediately tried to get back to work- not on the lines but administrative work. Unfortunately holding a pen is rather hard with pincers- and even harder when he struggles to adjust his grip strength.
The carnage is vast. Many good pens were lost under the claws of a very embarrassed ingo. (Emmet appreciates the effort)
It is temporary though and he will be back to normal eventually. Emmet just has to be very careful about not mentioning that the weirdly large gliscor that followed him out of the tunnels is his brother. His reputation already took a hit after his brother’s initial disappearance- he doesn’t need them questioning his mental health about something he can’t prove.
(Thankfully Ingo wants to stick by Emmet's side while he’s still in the shape of a gliscor- so usually it’s other people asking about him and Emmet just pointing or saying “this one” when referring to him. Ingo gets the nickname “Boss” for a bit! Both Ingo and Emmet find it funny.)
once he’s human again Ingo still has a few habits left over- he looks exactly the same as he once did though. His hearing is better (back to normal human levels without the hearing loss he got working with heavy machinery) and he has a tendency to hiss/chirp to convey things. The last one there is actually just something he picked up after living alone in the mountains with a bunch of cat weasel things. His body language and movements are a bit off for a while, because he Just got used to dealing with a tail and wings and now he has to go back to human arms and legs.
Overall things generally just. Go back to normal after a period of adjustment. Ingo and Emmet get to keep running the battle subway and gliscor is sometimes featured on the super singles line.
That’s… all I can think of right now! Absolutely feel free to ask more specific questions!
this is… something of a continuation of the third chapter of The Mountaineers. It ended up getting into the direction of world building of this au- which would be fine if both ingo and Sneasler were active participants in it. But Sneasler was a little knocked completely out and unable to walk.
mentions of Pokémon death (not otherwise described) , blood & injuries
Overall, there were far less casualties than there could have been. The chansey were quick to arrive, and it didn’t take long until the only Pokémon they could help were the ones ingo managed to stabilize.
He felt terrible he could not do more. Didn’t do more. He’d been so terribly worried about his lady, he’d left so many others without help and made many lose family members…
He would work to not become so derailed again.
…the words felt bitter in his mind as he once again kneels by his lady’s side- no longer bleeding out but still far from healed. Chansey eggs were magnificent, but they could not work miracles. In the end, they could help speed up healing, but the energy required to mend wounds must be given by the Pokémon itself. Thus, the true art of healing was more about how much medicine one should receive.
It was an art chansey were incredibly skilled in. He would never doubt their work- even if they had to leave his lady in such a state.
It was still worlds better. She could probably go back to hunting within a few weeks. He would try to get her to take it easy for longer though. All the Pokémon injuried would need to take it easy. Ingo wonders if it would cause more conflict to prop up or less this time.
…they would need to disperse soon. No one would attack anyone here right now, but soon Pokémon would start getting hungry, and the prey of such pokemon must be anxious. Too much anxiety can kill them- ingo isn’t sure where he got that information, but he trusted it.
He also couldn’t leave the galaxy members here- they were already running behind schedule and he hated to delay them further. He also didn’t know how well they would be able to keep their nerve. Ingo had seen how nervous they were- he couldn’t afford to have any fighting break out because they lashed out.
That was perhaps rude of him to think. Still- it baffled him that people could be so scared of Pokémon so clearly non aggressive.
[Ingo ends up deciding to lead the Galaxy members to their destination- let’s say mirelands- and comes back to help injured Pokémon home (constantly worrying about his lady the whole way). Machoke help bring Sneasler part of the way home, but ingo is worried about the secrecy of the den and carries her the rest of the way. Gliscor helps (I suppose it’s revealed that Gliscor was not caught and just left when healed?)]
this is just the healing arc of status effect lost haha. i really wanted to explore it in the main fic! but i probably would have really struggled to finish it if i did. in a separate fic i feel like i can go into more detail with it.
(fair warning, Ingo is still having a Time.)
Ingo was very quick to find out that the food was incredibly different in his home. Elesa had mentioned something about it all being “processed” but it was sort of hard to focus with how horrific he felt.
Emmet was right by his side though, gently rubbing his back as he leaned over the toilet (a fascinating and very useful invention!). He felt utterly exhausted after… everything that was going on, and he greatly appreciated the support.
They spent a moment there just leaning on each other as they sat on the floor. Ingo had the distinct feeling they had done this before.
Such feelings were starting to become more and more common the more time he spent with his brother- though it had hardly even been a day.
Once ingo had won the battle with arceus and reunited with emmet, Arceus had allowed ingo to say his final goodbyes to his friends before they were both dropped directly onto Elesa’s living room floor.
She had been… distressed. And mildly angry with emmet, but was quick to wrap them up in a hug, only to panic once she had felt how thin ingo was.
The meal had been wonderful even if the outcome was… not as nice.
He heard a sigh in the doorway of the bathroom, but didn’t bother opening his eyes to see who was there.
“Sorry boys… we really need to get Ingo to a hospital.”
Ingo weakly made a confused sound. He didn’t exactly know what a hospital was- and honestly would rather just not move for the next forever.
“Right, past- uh. A hospital is where people go to help them feel better.”
Oh… so like a medical tent. Ingo… really didn’t think he would be able to keep down any foul tasting medicine. He leaned more weight onto emmet and groaned out a protest. Emmet just rubbed his back, arms encircling him comfortably.
“Sorry,” his brother rested his cheek on Ingo’s head, “we should. Will help you not be sick again. And they helped me with my head, so they might be able to help you too.”
Ingo grumbled but let himself be pulled up, allowing Emmet to keep them standing. He didn’t trust his legs to work right now.
“Come on,” Elesa half out a hand, “my car is just outside, we’ll get there really quick and then you can rest, alright?”
ok this is an off shoot from the status effect au- some things are different here though.
one, Ingo remembers a bit more than in the main fic. two, he is actually a bit more traumatized because of this!
took some inspiration from Wayward's AU where akari and irida venture into ingo's mind.
The warden of lady Sneasler seemed rather small next to the lake guardian. Which was odd, because he was the tallest man Irida had ever met.
He looked nervous.
Akari seemed to puff up her chest a bit- an action Irida knew well from when she worked to gather her own courage when she began leading the clan. “Uxie, could we please see into Mr Warden's head.”
The yellow Pokémon turned towards her warden, eyes closed, and nodded. Irida got the odd impression on it looking at her despite the fact that is was turned away and its eyes were shut.
And then suddenly the ground pitched beneath her the the warm walls of the professors office melted away to reveal stone walls.
Irida looked towards where the other two were, finding laventon stumbling a bit and akari looking around in amazement.
Irida could understand why- the view outside the cave was stunning. She’d seen many sunsets in the Icelands, glinting off the snow, but this one seemed… special in a way she struggled to put to words.
The colors were vibrant and the clouds a wonderful fluffy pink. The sky where the sun's light didn’t reach twinkled with stars, glimmering in the dark.
Was this how her warden saw the world? It was beautiful.
“I like sunsets,” a voice said behind her, “I don’t think I saw them much before, but now I can every night.”
She turned to see her warden, clad in his usual outfit of a Pearl clan tunic and thick gray pants. Only, there seemed to be an almost… shadow around him. Darkness twisted and flattened into a coat like shape with flared cuffs and high collar. It was a bit see through, as if struggling to remain in existence.
thing ive been working on on and off- i wrote a lot of this in just one sitting lol.
it takes a bit of "zombie apocalypse" and "pokerus turns humans to Pokemon" and meshing them together into... this.
“Just a bit longer, my friends,” she murmured to Lopunny and infernape, “we just need to hold it off.”
The luxray lunged, only to be promptly roundhouse kicked in the jaw by Lopunny. The normal type chitters at it aggressively, and infernape was quick to sock it in the side.
Luxray snarled and its fur bristled- giving Zisu just enough time to leap back as it emitted a shockwave of electricity.
Lopunny staggered, making Zisu quickly recall it as infernape winced in pain but managed to avoid paralysis.
She glanced behind her- the cart was at the gate. Only a few more seconds.
She ran a hand over steelix’s ball, but she could practically feel how exhausted it still was behind the apricot.
Alright. It was fine. It would be fine.
“Infernape! Stone edge!”
Luxray stumbled away from the sharp stones and screamed again, glaring as the air shimmered around infernape-
“Jump back! Quick!”
-who dodged just as a heavy streak of lightning thunders down from the sky, shaking the earth.
Infernape was shaking. It wouldn’t be able to dodge like that or take another hit. Zisu ground her teeth together.
A quick glance behind revealed the cart being most of the way through the gates. She took a deep breath and recalled infernape, turning around and bolting for the gate-
The cart was though when she got halfway there, and the luxray didn’t sound like it was chasing her-
“ZISU WATCH OUT!”
She started at warden Ingo’s voice, nearly tripping as the man lunged farward- not aimed at her but-
A shinx latched into the warden’s arm, teeth digging through his coat and tunic. Ingo was quick to grab it by the scruff and toss it away, urging Zisu to continue running into jubalife.
She grabed his arm as she went- knowing he would have remained outside of jubalife’s walls if she didn’t drag him inside.
The gates slammed behind them, and Zisu panicked a little when Ingo slid to the ground beside her, wheezing as he clutched his chest.
She murmured and apology as she scooped him up and rushed into galaxy hall- turning sharply into the medical wing and calling for pesselle.
The warden groaned in her arms- and she was painfully aware that it probably wasn’t from the wound in his chest.
She could feel his skin harden as she clutched him close to her chest. It was to late- but maybe, just maybe-
Pesselle had been working on a cure. It was mainly tested on the sick Pokémon that had in jubalife, but Zisu hoped that it might work on a human too. Even if it… wasn’t always a successful cure.
The nurse rushed towards them, eyes already focused in on the man in her arms, “was he moving around to much again-?”
“Worse,” Zisu said, “bitten.”
Pesselle’s mouth became a thin line, “…ill do what I can.”
