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trainguy angst factory

@fraycreations / fraycreations.tumblr.com

oc content??? in THIS economy???????
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Anonymous asked:

I know next to nothing about this au you came up with as I am not a discord person… so I don't know hidden things and such, but seeing especially Chandelure so close by Emmet being … Emmetsicle (for a lack of better description) is that Chandelure probably still senses Emmet's soul trapped inside of the ice and guarding it. At least this is my takeaway from your amazing comic

I've consumed everything so far that has been published of this au (at least from the submas side of things. I need to get back into the whole lore of BW/BW2 before really diving deeper.) but I wanna give a huge SUPER BRAVO for everything you amazing people came up with!

Also glad to see you threw out an additional part of this au besides your comic that shows the outcome of all of this.

(wishing your arm a swift recovery btw)

that is literally so sweet of you, thank you!!! <3 i'm really glad you enjoyed, we've all been sitting on this content for a little while since we weren't sure how much would go public. there's a couple more small things that could be posted if their creators so wish to but for now what you see is all there is...who knows, maybe we'll make some more later! either way, thank you sm!! (and me too...gotta take it easy for now :')) and yes, chandelure had been hanging around emmetsicle in the hopes that he'd somehow be okay. let's say his soul is hard to read through kyurem's magical ice, so she couldn't be sure.

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Once Reshiram ceased its fiery breath, it moved away to give Ingo space, lying down absurdly like a large cat. No one breathed nor moved. No one except for Ingo, who moved with a speed he did not know he was capable of to catch his brother when he crumpled, no longer supported by ice. Emmet was limp, muscles finally free of the deadlock the deep freeze had put them in, and he was cold. So unbelievably, unsurprisingly cold. As Ingo gripped his hand, the skin felt thin, paperlike, reacting to his touch in ways that skin shouldn’t. It was… So wrong. There was a fear, as bone-deep as the cold, gripping Ingo as he reached for Emmet’s wrist. The sharpness of the chill superseded any pulse that he may have found there, and he choked on a sob. What good would anything do, now, at this point? Even so, despite the cold, despite the Dragon with its fire at his back, watching him silently, Ingo removed the coat that he had so reverently clung to all this time and bundled it around his brother. A warming blanket or a funeral shroud, he did not know. But he could not do nothing. And so Ingo held Emmet close, a hand on the side of his face, fingers buried in hair that was still crackly and brittle with frost. Leaning forward, he pressed his forehead to Emmet’s, whole body trembling with the strength of his despair. There was only the two of them in the world, at that moment. One was clinging to the other, speaking in pleas and praying for absolution. The other said nothing at all.@ingo-ingoing-ingone
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Anonymous asked:

You really just turned Emmet into a popsicle.

Getting the feeling that this comic is going to make me cry even more than it already has later on… 😭😭😭

anon it is so funny you say that because in the discord server this au was created in, we constantly referred to him as "emmetsicle"

there's only one part left of my little comic but it comes with a couple extra goodies ;) and who knows, maybe if people want it and i've got the spoons i'll make a bit more extra content for this part of the au

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