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Every single time I see some person in the Transformers Fandom trying to convince me "Well actually, both sides are equally as bad":

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Ever watch Belmont's Smash Bros Ultimate reveal trailer?

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I did it! He's done! Crochet Ingo is completed!

Look upon him and despair!

But seriously, Ingo took soooo much longer than his brother because I had to stop every few seconds to go over the clothes I made for Emmet, count the stitches, count a couple more times because those buggers are tiny, write down what I'm pretty sure I did, and then I could finally crochet another round.

And I still haven't made his Tie and arm band because the holidays smacked me in the face.

Together again, as they should be!

(Funny story: My cat tried to kidnap Ingo the other day! When I tried to move my cat off another one of my projects, he cried at me the whole way and hooked his claws into Ingo's coat so Ingo went with him. If my cat didn't get to sleep on my project, he was taking Ingo instead!)

I'm still planning on posting the clothing pattern on Etsy, once I've got it properly typed up.

Link to Emmet's photos, also has a Link to the doll pattern (which is not mine and is free)

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Hey, had a couple plot bunnies spawn while reading what you and Candle Anon have posted so far about the Litwick!Emmet AU, and I was inspired to write something for it!

I'm sending it to you here because I don't know if I have permission to post it anywhere, but if so I can gift it to you (and candle anon if they have one) on AO3.

Anyway, here it is:

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He didn't really like this place.

He probably should, like it that is, after all there was plenty of food and even some of his own kind floating about. It was brighter than he might have liked and the air was chilled, but his fire kept him warm and it's not like it was hard to find somewhere dark to rest when he needed it. There were even less humans wandering around just waiting to step on him, which was more than he could say for his current home. So yes, this was a nice place to be, and he really should have been happy here.

But he wasn't.

In fact he hated it here.

Hated the soft talking of the humans in white–black was his favorite but he usually loved white–to the human in yellow. Hated the hands of one of the humans in Green, that kept him in place and away from the room where the white and yellow humans were. Hated that he couldn't bring himself to just burn the green human and be done with it because it would make them sad, and that thought hurt for some reason.

Most of all, he hated the pane of glass that blocked his way into the room where his Soul lay on the bed, quiet and alone.

His Soul, his missing piece, had been gone for so long he was beginning to think he would never find him. When the yellow human had appeared suddenly and the green humans had gotten all excited, he had thought maybe she was what he was looking for. Only he took one nibble of her soul and almost spat it back out. Her soul was slathered in the markings of Arceus, and as a ghost the pure creation energy was next to impossible to ingest, and tasted foul besides.

So the yellow human seemed familiar, and she certainly acted familiar, talking to him like they were old friends, but she was not who he was looking for, and the massive tantrum he threw when he realized this might have gotten him an extended time out at the pokemon center.

That's where he was returning from–one of the green humans retrieving him with a stern word and a poke-puff–when he finally found his Soul.

There was nothing different at first, nothing strange, but then the sky cracked open like an egg, and there was a horrible sound vibrating the air, as something wrong dug its claws into the cracks and pulled them open.

It was massive, with long dark tendrils thrashing about, wrapping around whatever was nearby and uprooting it from the ground before tossing it wildly away. The horrible sound was screaming, almost incompressible screaming, the not-pokemon calling out for something, searching for something. Something about traveling and energy? It had continued it's pointless thrashing and screaming until the yellow human appeared, stopping almost instantly to focus on her, and once the screaming had quieted, a new sound was finally able to be heard.

Weeping.

Loud, wailing cries that struck a chord so familiar that it shook him to his embers. He knew those cries, he knew those cries.

The green human hadn't been able to hold him back as he'd wiggled free and scrambled towards where the yellow human had engaged the beast in a batte. He'd gotten closer, and the cries had gotten louder, until he could finally see what was making them.

A human in black, eyes empty, clothes torn, hair wild, hung suspended like a broken Baynette between the monster’s tendrils, the only things that proved he was still somewhat there, had been the endless stream of tears that rolled down his cheeks, and the deep, sorrowful wailing.

He knew this human, instantly, immediately, and had reached out to check without thought.

Joy had ripped through his tiny body–this was his One, his Soul! He'd found him! He found him!

It was followed quickly by rage.

The not-pokemon was keeping his Soul from him! That dirty thief had stolen his Soul and wanted to keep it for itself! That was his! His One! The other needed to die, right now, and he was going to do it! He might have a type disadvantage, but he liked winning more than almost anything else, and he wasn't afraid to play dirty!

The beast hadn't bothered to do much as look at him as he'd climbed high enough that he could see the whole battle. It was focused on the yellow human.

Big mistake.

He'd readied his move as the stupid thing shot stones at one of the yellow human's pokemon.

He wasn't sure how he was going to get it's attention, but it must have felt something, because it had unnervingly swiveled to look dead at him. It hadn't liked what it saw, because without missing a beat one of its tentacles raised and shot out, smacking him clean off the place where he'd been standing with a painful rain of sharp stones, and instantly depleting his health all the way to zero.

Destiny bond kicked in.

He'd been able to see the massive beast drop like a lead Drifloon before he'd passed out.

Ha!

Now he was here, on the other side of a window, fully healed, and irritated that they wouldn't let him near his Soul.

He didn't know what happened between then and now, nor did he care. The humans in white were saying things about poison and malnutrition and dehydration, whatever those last two were, and talking about his Soul staying here for a long time until those things weren't a problem anymore. He would have told them not to bother, he and his Soul were supposed to match, and once they matched again(again?) those things wouldn't be a problem anymore. But no one understood him, or they were ignoring his recommendations, so he was stuck here, watching his Soul in pain and unable to help.

It took a loooong time for the humans in white and the yellow human to stop talking and come back out of the room. He'd almost fallen asleep, twice! The yellow human came over to the green human and said some things, the green human’s hands moving to cup him more firmly than before.

Then they turned around!

Wait! Where were they going?!! No, he needed to go back!

The humans ignored him, ignored all his cries and pleas, and carried him out of the human place where his Soul was staying, and all the way home. They continued to ignore him as they got him some poke-chow and settled him in his playpen to eat while they went to get their own food.

How humiliating.

Begrudgingly he ate his food and watched as the humans talked and ate their own meals, and when they were finished he watched them move toward the room with the couch, probably so they could talk some more.

As soon as he was sure they were out of sight, and out of hearing, he began working his way out of the playpen. It took time, and he fell more than once, but he was able to scale the sides and hop from there to the nearest counter, and from there it was easy enough to get to the small kitchen window that was left just open enough that he could squeeze through.

Finding his way back to his Soul was also easy. He could sense it now that he'd tasted it once; he could follow it anywhere now.

The human place was dark, and he wasn't sure how to get in, but luckily some friendly elder evolutions spotted him and offered him a ride to where he was going. They deposited him on the windowsill of the room his Soul rested in, and he thanked them for their help. They chimed their acknowledgement and floated back to what they were doing before, as he placed his paws on the glass and peered inside.

The room was lit up by the moon behind him, and by the flickering of his flame. He could see the many human machines resting quite around the room, and next to the window a bed, where the outline of his Soul could be seen under the blankets. But as he watched, the blankets shifted, and his Soul blinked awake, bright silver eyes turning to catch the similar ones looking back from the outside. His Soul didn't look surprised, or scared, instead, with trembling too thin limbs, he pulled the blanket away and eased himself to his feet, before slowly shuffling over to the window.

His Soul looked at him, and he looked back, then his Soul reached up to unlatch the window, swinging it open so there was no longer a barrier between them.

He couldn't help himself, the instant he could, he grabbed his Soul and held on tight, the overwhelming feeling of loss, of being incomplete all rushing back now that he had truly found the solution. His Soul gripped him back, gently, and he knew his Soul felt the same.

They stayed that way for a bit, enjoying each other's company, but there was still something important to be done, so reluctantly he let his Soul go, catching his eyes and gesturing out, away from the human place. His Soul looked at him, then looked out, then back at him, and then he nodded. They decided his Soul would most easily escape through the window, given it was only one story up, and he was able to ask the friendly older evolutions for help lowering his Soul safely. It was still a process, but they landed without any problems, his Soul looking to him for directions.

He cooed happily–they were so close–and directed his Soul to a place he knew had exactly what they needed. It wasn't a long walk, but riding on his Soul’s shoulder was faster than he could ever manage on his own, and something about being on his Soul's left made the core of him heat in a fuzzy way completely unrelated to his fire typing. It felt like being home. He hoped his Soul felt the same way.

Their leisurely walk lead them to a wrought iron gate that wasn't locked. Inside he lead his Soul on a winding trail between old stones and fresh flowers, until they reached a place deep within, where stood a newer stone, surrounded by bits and bobs, several unlit candles, and in the center a single picture frame of two humans in black and white.

His Soul knelt in front of the picture, one shaking hand coming to rest on the stone it sat upon. There was something inside there, as a fire type and a ghost type he could sense the bundle that had once been a human but was now soft ashes. He suspected his Soul knew it was there too. He patted the stone gently, like a friend, then lifted a single finger to trace the name written above it.

“Emmet…”

He had heard that name before. Sometimes the humans in Green mentioned it, and the human in yellow sometimes acted as if it was his name. He wasn't sure, but when his Soul said it he felt something inside him stir.

“... I'm so tired…”

His Soul's voice was almost a whisper, and that felt fundamentally wrong in so many ways he couldn't explain. He chirped and patted the hand that was back to resting on the stone. His Soul smiled, a small invisible thing, and lay down right there, his head resting above where the hidden ashes lay.

“Thank you” His Soul murmured, before closing his eyes, as if going to sleep.

He crooned back, one paw patting his Soul’s cheek softly.

It was finally time.

He steadied himself, not wanting to get over excited and ruin everything. His Soul didn't make a sound as he began to devour his essence, his flickering flame growing larger and brighter as he took in more and more, and his Soul's body grew cold and still. Finally, finally, when he felt almost fit to burst, the soul snapped free completely, and the body stopped moving.

His flame felt like a bonfire, and every single part of him buzzed with energy, wanting to be used, to be thrown out as an attack, or properly devoured to be used later, but he held it steady. He moved away from the empty body and over to one of the abandoned candles that was in better shape than the rest, still upright and having most of its wick and wax. He stood next to the candle, checking for safety, before he bent his own wick to touch the other.

He held it there, waiting for the flame to take, worry bubbling up inside that his instincts might have led him astray the more seconds passed without the other candle lighting.

Then, with a loud, rushing wail, the soul he was holding was yanked away, and the candle across from him burst to light with a brilliant teal flame!

Tiny silver eyes, exactly like his own, peered open slowly, the other chirping in confusion. He chirped back, and the other looked at him more directly, paw nubs fiddling nervously.

“Em…Emmet?”

The other whistled.

“I am Emmet!” He replied.

Wait… hold on… that's… that's right wasn't it? That was his name, he was Emmet. He was Emmet… so the other was…

“INGO!!!” He threw himself at his brother, flaming tears pouring down his face.

“EMMET! OH EMMET!” Ingo was crying too, their nubby little paws trying to hold onto whatever they could. Both of them were overcome with emotions, their flames flickering wildly and their wax melting and reforming as they cried molten tears of both joy and sorrow.

When others showed up later looking for them, they would find two litwick and an incredibly distressing scene in the early morning light, but for now they clung to each other as the first light of the sun gently peeked over the horizon.

AWAAAAAAAAA

SOBBINGGGGGGG THIS IS WONDERFUL AND I LOVE IT

the lil litwick bois 🥺

you have permission from me to post it to AO3!! I'm ZephyrRhiesFyrian over there too

candle anon will have to crawl out from the rafters of this blog and tell us if they have an AO3 account

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Found this conversation between me and a friend while going through my texts...

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My friend, who is also into Submas, absolutely, positively can't just say the words "All Aboard!", and instead will do a properly loud and drawn out boarding call.

Even sitting less than a foot away from me in an enclosed space.

Every time.

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Notably if I didn't have crippling social anxiety I would probably be doing it too ...

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So I was looking at Volo's Character art for no real reason (I was judging his stupid Arceus cosplay) and I noticed that he has a listed height! And they've done us a solid by drawing the MC standing right next to him for a size comparison! This, of course, means that using those two as a benchmark (because the MC stands by everyone at least once, giving some more good height comparisons) you could theoretically calculate the height of almost any character in P:LA...

I, of course, only cared about Ingo...

Here's my shoddily cobbled together mock-up.

Please note, I'm using an online calculator to convert cm to feet and inches. My calculations are NOT exact.

Each box is 19cm. Ingo is shown to be about a head taller than the MC(with slouch) so that's where his head is here, considering his legs are a bit spread and his knees bent. That puts him at about 5' even (again, with slouch)

If he stood straight without slouching, he would be somewhere between 5'2"-5'4".

Ingo is a short King! And by extension so is Emmet!

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Watching the chaos happening with Pokemas and the twins, and how glaringly unsubtle they're being, and I'm just sitting back here thinking,

On one hand, if this is leading up to Ingo falling, then that implies PLA is in the same universe as masters, not the main Canon, and BW & B2W2 Ingo and Emmet are completely okay and fine and nothing bad ever happens.

On the other hand, this might also finally confirm the horrible idea that Ingo never gets home, and I can't deal with that in any version of events.

If this isn't leading up to anything to do with Warden Ingo then they're just being A*Holes to be A*Holes aren't they?

Put that Train Man back where it came from or so help me!!

But actually what I want more than anything is for Ingo to run into Irida, Adaman, Akari, or Rei in a random event conversation and they just greet each other normally, implying Hisui has happened somewhere off camera and already been resolved.

That would be just so funny to me.

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Writing- Dialogue Tone Tests

When Writing anything, anything at all, one of the things I consider the hardest to get right is the Dialogue. I'm always worried about if what I, or my characters are saying actually fits the Tone I'm going for.

So here's some fun Tests you can use for that!

(Notably I didn't come up with the one to test Romance Dialogue, but I can't remember where I saw that one originally)

Romance: Imagine Danny DeVito saying the line. Is it creepy or weird now? It's bad writing.

Serious/Dramatic: Imagine Nicholas Cage saying the line. Does it sound completely ridiculous now? It's bad writing.

Comedy: Imagine Peter Cullen (Optimus Prime/Eeyore) saying the line. Is it no longer funny? It's bad writing.

Horror: Imagine Goofy playing the character saying the line. Is it still scary? If not it's bad writing.

Want to test it?

Romance-

Bad line: "I don't like sand, it's rough, and coarse, and gets into everything"

Good line: "You have bewitched me, body and Soul"

Serious/Dramatic-

Bad line: "And not just the men, but the women, and the children too!"

Good Line: "Instead, you come into my house on the day my daughter is to be married, and you uh ask me to do murder, for money."

Comedy-

Bad Line: "Do you know what happens to a toad when it's struck by lightning? The same thing that happens to everything else."

Good Line: "I'm gonna go home and sleep with my wife!"

Horror-

Bad Line: "They’re eating her, and then they’re gonna eat me! Oh my Gooooo[sh]!!!"

Good Line: "Vampires, real vampires, didn't nibble on the necks of nubile young virgins. They tore people to pieces and sucked the blood out of the chunks."

You can use these on movies too!

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Spooky Fun fact for you:

Did you know that In Disney's "Legend of Sleepy Hollow" there are TWO headless horsemen? Brom Bones, obviously, and the real one.

Don't believe me? Check this out!

So when animating all the characters in Legend of Sleepy Hollow, the Disney team made sure to animate each individual character as either Right or Left handed specifically.

Ichabod is consistently Right handed throughout the entire picture.

While Katrina van Tassel is Consistently Left Handed.

There's only one point where Katrina is drawn Right Handed, when she is writing, but seeing as we are watching her hands as she does this, it's clear the animators chose to show her writing in a way so that it wouldn't obscure the words.

Everyone else is either right or left handed specifically.

All, that is, except Brom Bones, who is specifically drawn to be Ambidextrous.

From his first appearance he is punching open things with his left hand, and maneuvering things with his right. He tosses things with both arms, and handles knives with both hands.

In the Headless Horseman song he repeatedly switches arms in his demonstrations. He even switches pointing arms from the beginning of the song to the end.

Now let's look over at old HH.

The first time Ichabod encounters him is in the cemetery, and we get this excellent pan up and dramatic shot.

Note, the sword is in his right hand.

Also that is not a pumpkin.

Ichabod runs, and the Headless Horseman gives chase, the entire time his sword arm remains on his Right.

Part way through Ichabod loses the Horseman for a hot minute by falling down a short cliff.

He eventually gets back on the road, spots the bridge, only to get jump-scared by the Horseman lunging out of the woods in front of him.

Ichabod, of course, turns and runs again, and the Horseman gives chase again, but this time he's changing sword arms every other shot.

And once Ichabod reaches the bridge he lobs his Jack-o'-lantern using his left arm.

That is not at all what he was holding earlier.

Also, if I was attempting to throw something, and I intended it to hit, I would definitely use my dominant arm for that. You know, the one you also use as your sword arm?

Unless you're ambidextrous.

Just saying.

So with that all laid out, I want to throw out a couple more things that support this.

1) Ichabod is shown to be completely alone in the graveyard moments before the First Horseman shows up. He even looks at the entire thing multiple times before having a laughing fit with his horse. Additionally, it's so quiet that Ichabod's laughter is echoing off everything. The sound design actively changes so there's nothing but the echoing sound of his laughter. No music, nothing. You don't hear the Horseman until he laughs too, and by then he's right behind Ichabod.

2) The way they draw the object the Horseman is holding in his first appearance vs. At the bridge is completely different. I mentioned this above, but the first object is dark, barely lit, and almost Smaller than the Horseman's hand. That is a skull. The one at the bridge is a jack-o'-lantern, well lit, not even the same shape, massive, and spitting flames. Both are pretty intimidating, but why bother drawing two different ones? It can't be something only Ichabod sees either, because he definitely sees the pumpkin at the end, and again, it's shooting flames. Imagine it's a skull all you want, I doubt he'd downplay the supposed hellfire spewing out.

3) Ichabod falls down two cliff faces in the first part of the chase. The first one he goes down and the Horseman jumps the entire cliff to go after him, not even breaking his gallop. The second cliff however, the horseman doesn't even attempt to follow Ichabod, instead letting him get away for a good amount of time. The horseman was literally right next to Ichabod and chose not to follow him. Why? If there was only one horsemen (Brom) and you were Ok jumping a cliff to keep up the chase once, why break off the second time? Why bother possibly losing Ichabod to go the long way around just so you can jump-scare him in front of the bridge?

A flesh and blood horseman would have followed, but an actual spectre? No. Why?

Because the Bottom of that cliff crashes straight into running water.

Folklore of the time stated that things such as Spirits and the Unholy couldn't cross running water (hence why crossing the bridge meant safe haven). So an actual ghostly horseman would be physically incapable of following Ichabod down the second cliff (metaphysically speaking).

In Conclusion, Disney's "Legend of Sleepy Hollow" is a lot spookier than you probably thought, and the animators really did an excellent job.

Thank you for coming to my T.E.D. talk.

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I was walking on a rather remote beach when I came upon this Whip eel drying up in the sun. These are intertidal eels that can actually handle themselves out of water for a bit, but it’s not normal for them to be fully exposed in direct sunlight like this. The tide was at least six hours from coming in and I felt like this eel was in distress, so I made the decision to dig him out and return to the ocean. His body was too delicate to be simply pulled from the hole without injury, so I got to digging.

This endeavor took about 40 minutes as the eel was quite long and difficult to excavate. Also had to continually refill my temporary eel pond to keep him from drying out entirely while I worked.

If you are an eel aficionado like myself, please enjoy this silly little video of the relocation process set to some jaunty royalty-free disco music.

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Just a quick PSA for all those Pokemon Fans and Fanfiction writers out there:

Ghetsis last name isn't Harmonia.

It's Gropius.

He's Ghetsis Gropius on most paperwork (because they don't include middle names usually).

He's trying to take over Unova with the last name Gropius.

Servants would call him Master Gropius.

He's even less cool than he wants you to think he is.

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Happy Spooky Season Ladies and Gents!

For this most haunting part of the year may I give you a darling set of twins in their halloween best.

Truth be told I just really wanted to draw Emmet and Ingo in halloween costumes based on their partner pokemon. I like how Emmet's turned out better I'll admit, but I think that;'s because I fumbled the colors on Ingo's costume.

Eelektross is obviously and Eel but he's also a lamprey so I thought making Emmet a Vampire would match the theming. Ingo is kind of just generically a ghost, since Chandelure is a ghost type.

And! if by chance you wanted a shirt of these two fabulous gentleman, I can now say that is an option! Along with a whole other variety of apparel and mech on my store here- MaddSellsThings

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A verrry stupid gif for your viewing pleasure.

Yes I know it's bad, but I thought it was funny.

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Here's one side of the argument, which is valid, and here's mine ...

1)Those aren't age indicators, they're exhaustion/stress lines

Here's Piers, canonically Marnie's brother, and unless there's some freaky fifteen to twenty year age gap between these siblings is not middle aged. Half his hair is canonically grey, thin everything, and he has permanent eye bags.

Here's Molayne, Sophocles' older cousin, Alolan Elite Four member, and canonically not middle aged. He also has permanent eye bags and little fat on his face (or anywhere else). Yes those are eye bags, not the bottom of his glasses, they're noted in the concept art. He also has forehead creases, but they're behind his glasses, so you have to see his model at an angle.

This is Guzma, leader of team skull, and canonically not middle aged. He very recently wanted to be a trial captain, and Hala calls him young man. He has eye bags for days and forehead creases because those are used to display furrowed brows. His hair is canonically partially white and there's no proof either way if he does it or not(given the variety of pokemon cast hair colors... Probably not).

And finally here's Helena from pokemon masters. Yes she's someone you can(could?) find and fight. I don't know what her whole deal is, and I don't think I want to.

Now scroll up to find the non edited picture of Ingo, compare him to these fine folks, and tell me he doesn't need a good nap.

2) Hisuian's shave with knives

I never said Ingo couldn't shave, I said it was hard. You ever try shaving with a hand made knife for the first time? Gaeric's skills may be on point, but Ingo just crashed in from the 21st century, where we have nice amenities like safety razors and shaving cream we don't have to mix ourselves and mirrors (lack of mirrors is a big sticking point here, because mirrors had to be manufactured using a Mercury and tin coating on glass at the time, so it would be unlikely the pearl clan would have one.)

Odds are Ingo had someone else do his shaving for him, but since he's not stomping out to the clan every day to stay clean shaven, he ends up with a little goatee.

I can hate it all I want, it's a nasty little thing and deserves to be shaved.

3) His official art

See above for eyebags and eyebrow creases. Hair line means little when some men go bald in their twenties, and some men never do. I personally enjoy the theory that Sneasler accidentally groomed it off.

4) Outside Factors

It is mentioned that people believe Ingo came from the rift, even if he himself doesn't. For that to be true the rift had to have been there before Ingo's arrival. We know that Volo opened the rift, but the Frenzies didn't start until the Player showed up. Therefore, logically, if the rift was open before Ingo arrived, then either he hasn't been in Hisui for very long, or Volo opened up the rift when he was an angsty teenager and then just left it alone for several years without doing anything. Which would be funny, but hard to believe.

Personally I don't think Volo has the patience for that.

But the point I'm making is, either of these could be true, and until Nintendo gets off their backsides and confirms either way we'll never know.

Nintendo gets on that!

I Knew it! I knew it was just the goatee and terrible sleep schedule!

Look at him! Look at my boy! Call him and old man now Melli!

Context:

So I went on a texting rant to a friend about how Ingo in PLA isn't actually as old as people make him out to be, and how there's no possible way he could have been in Hisui longer than two years at Maximum (not even getting into that the concept art has two X's because of course that's how they're going to put the years, it's a mystery! Those X's can be any number including zero, come on people) and how he just looks old because his hair is naturally silver, he can't shave easily, and he is a New Yorker who has been robbed of caffeine and forced to sleep on the ground surrounded by things that are constantly trying to kill him...

Well anyway my friend didn't answer because they were probably asleep, but I took the liberty of grabbing Ingo's official art and a shot of his in game model and giving him a shave and getting him a full night's sleep in an actual bed to get rid of those eye bags.

Ta-da!

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I Knew it! I knew it was just the goatee and terrible sleep schedule!

Look at him! Look at my boy! Call him and old man now Melli!

Context:

So I went on a texting rant to a friend about how Ingo in PLA isn't actually as old as people make him out to be, and how there's no possible way he could have been in Hisui longer than two years at Maximum (not even getting into that the concept art has two X's because of course that's how they're going to put the years, it's a mystery! Those X's can be any number including zero, come on people) and how he just looks old because his hair is naturally silver, he can't shave easily (you try using a knife when you used a razor your whole life), and he is a New Yorker who has been robbed of caffeine and forced to sleep on the ground surrounded by things that are constantly trying to kill him...

Well anyway my friend didn't answer because they were probably asleep, but I took the liberty of grabbing Ingo's official art and a shot of his in game model and giving him a shave and getting him a full night's sleep in an actual bed to get rid of those eye bags.

Ta-da!

PS: Don't fight me on this, you're not going to convince me that the twins deserve to be separated any longer than they have to be. You can have your opinion and I can have mine.