#ingo telling him that. it's the. ingo saying he has a child

[parasolladyansy]

DxP REWRITE - Two Umbrellas

We can thank a single line of dialogue from Masters EX for this moment: I was looking for inspo in his quotes when I happened on one where he offers to escort the player to their destination. From that & other things he’d say, I’ve concluded that Ingo is a bit of a mother hen - he’s the guy to walk little old ladies across the street, zero in on a child’s crying, has a first aid kit in his pocket, etc. Call it older sibling instinct (I have it too lol).

This is how I see his friendship with Ansy - starting off as walking her around Nimbasa City, then just going on walks together where they’d talk about stuff. Then if they get caught in the rain, Ansy has an umbrella if he doesn’t. 🌧️ 

Speaking of which, in case you don’t know or haven’t watched enough anime lol, she was telling Emmet that where she’s from (Kanto), sharing an umbrella can mean they’re dating (no worries, he has his own umbrella off-screen, a Tynamo one like Ingo’s Lampent umbrella).

PS: Emmet’s friendship with Ansy is basically just one long game of teasing the other - started off with him trying to make her smile as always, then she surprised him by teasing back. The rest is history. 🤭

🔼 Diamond x Pearl REWRITE 🔽

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[critterbitter]

I'm wheezing over Ingo and Litwick's dynamic jgjbjjxjsjwkfiisiq and TYNAMO FITTING INTO EMMET'S SCARF IS SOOO CUTE!! Love how you draw the little sbubby bois, their conductor themed outfits are soo freaking cute!!!

I have so many thoughts when it comes to them it’s insane. Glad you like the characterizations!

Here’s a quick one shot under the cut, as a treat for making it this far.

Emmet finds Tynamo three months before Ingo meets Litwick. Ingo has some thoughts.

Ingo and Emmet are part of a pair.

If Emmet is the fuck around and find out, then Ingo’s been relegated amused damage control. This has always been the case, right up until Emmet found tynamo. Then suddenly, it’s “wow emmet, you’re so responsible!” “Golly gee Emmet, what do you mean you don’t want to go exploring the cave systems after dark?” “Gee whizz, what do you mean curfew for your eel puppy?” “Why in Reshiram do you get to have a whole pokemon three months before we agreed to get starters, and i don’t?”

Ingo doesn’t say the last part. He’s a bitter world-weary twelve year old languishing about the unfairness of the pokestray distribution system, but he also loves his brother. Emmet found an injured tynamo in chargestone cave and decided to help— tynamo decided to stay. It’s every child’s film plot. Ingo being a grouchy gengar makes him objectively a terrible friend.

Oh dragons, is Ingo a bad brother?

“Ingo!”

Speak of the cold, and he shall enter. Ingo swings his whole body around to better brace for the flying tackle.

“Emmet!”

“I am emmet! You are sulking.”

Ingo clicks his mouth closed and tries not to sulk harder. He fails.

“You are not being verrrry convincing, brother dearest.”

“I do not have any idea what you are going on about,” Ingo’s traitorous mouth blurts. “Be convinced I love you and am not planning dastardly plots.”

Do not think about getting a ground typed starter. Do not think about getting a ground typed starter.

Emmet shoots him a judgemental look from under the brim of his hat. Ingo glowers back, and slowly starts leaning forward, smooshing Emmet under his weight.

“Ttttell me why you look like a crushed joltik.”

“Keep this up and you are going to be the crushed joltik.”

Anyways, Emmet is becoming more bold by the day and even actively discussing electric types with the new girl in elementary prep, Elesa. Ingo thinks she’s cool, but she flinched when he blurted a once again too loud greeting so he’s… letting that cool off. They definitely don’t have anything to talk about beyond pokemon, and Emmet and her already have pokemon. Ingo feels a bit left out.

Caught in the ennui of not having a blitzle or tynamo, Ingo slips as Emmet rolls out from under him. The two go down in an ungraceful tangle of limbs.

“Tell. Me. What’s. Wrong.” Emmet gently slaps Ingo’s face like a ripe oran berry. “You want to tell me sooo badly. Ooh.”

“Emmet- aurgh. Gerroff’”

“I don’t speak denial.”

Ingo gives up. His entire body deflates. Emmet, not expecting the sudden loss of spinal infrastructure, slides sideways and knees Ingo’s lungs.

Ingo wheezes. “I’m sulking because you were crushing my spine.”

“Tell me the truth.”

Uh oh. Ingo studies Emmet’s face. It’s the same one he looks into the mirror with, but marred with concern and self consciousness. Ingo made Emmet worry. He’s not just a bad twin. He’s the worst.

“You are Emmet.”

“I am Emmet.”

“You have Tynamo.”

“Tynamo’s charging at home.”

Smart ass! Emmet knows what Ingo means. And by Emmet’s smug grin, Emmet knows too.

Ingo struggles to explain that Emmet has Tynamo, and Elesa, and… that’s only two other individuals. He is truly the worst twin in all the land. Emmet gets two new friends and Ingo’s being an infant about it.

One day, Ingo will have his own pokemon partner and team— but right now, Ingo only gets to have Emmet.

Ingo feels this is an unfair trade equivalent, but he does not want to say it in a way that sounds rude, so he stalls.

Emmet has no such prefunctures. He squints at Ingo, who avoids eye contact and squirms. “You are… jealous?” He tilts his head in visible confusion. “What?”

Ingo covers his face with his hands, defeated.

“You arrrre jealous!” Emmet cries, bewildered. “Why??”

Ingo lets out an unintelligible wheeze. Emmet remembers he still has a knee on Ingo’s chest, and hastily sits back.

“I don’t want to be jealous,” Ingo finally bursts. “I am very happy for you Emmet! You and Tynamo are a winning combination!” His voice cracks embarrassingly. Emmet doesn’t flinch at the volume, even muffled under Ingo’s palms. “I don’t want to be a bad brother being jealous.”

“You aren’t a bad brother, Ingo.”

“I am. I am angry that you found your starter and I haven’t. I’m sad I interrupted your schedule with my inane demands. I have made you feel like you did something wrong. I apologize.”

Peeking between Ingo’s fingers, Emmet’s face falls. Ingo wants to be struck by a giga impact rather than face this. He would rather be a dusty imprint. Where is Uncle Drayden’s Haxorous when you need her?

“Ingo, Ingo listen to me.” Emmet’s hands dart forward to settle Ingo’s shoulders. The pressure is grounding. Real. This is where Emmet tells Ingo he’s being stupid.

He hears Emmet exhale.

“I’m sorry.”

Wait, that doesn’t sound right. “Pardon?”

“I wanted to train Tynamo as my conductor, and I left our two-car train unmaintained.”

“Pardon??”

Emmet looks uncomfortable and sad. It makes Ingo uncomfortable and sad. “Yesterday night. When you wanted to go to the caves. For our weekly charting. I said I’d rather help Tynamo.”

Oh. Yeah, Ingo remembers that. It had stung. “You are not obligated to say yes,” he protests. “In fact, you should say no more. You always say yes.”

“Yes.”

“What did I just say.”

“No. You’re my brother. I left you out.”

Ingo slowly puts down his hands. His face still feels warm, but he feels less scared. Now he just feels embarrassed. He can’t help but let out a meek plea slip. “Don’t go where I can’t follow, Emmet. Please.”

“I would never! We are going on our pokemon journey together, yep yep. You, me, tynamo, and whoever your starter will be!”

The two sit there on the side of the dirt road. Emmet’s declaration sounds like a dangerous promise. Ingo realizes at that moment he would do anything for his brother, who’s his best friend and confidant and world, starter or no starter. He opens his mouth to tell Emmet that.

“Wwwwwait. You are trying to go back to the caves. Ingo! Are you trying to find a starter by yourself!?”

Never mind. Emmet’s gone for his soft underbelly, and Ingo’s in pain. “Emphasis on trying,” he mutters instead. The joltik are not interested in him. The local tynamo swarm fled. A curious drilbur had sniffed him once, turned up its nose, and then trundled into the wall.

“…ah.”

Nothing had felt right for Ingo— too scared, too judgemental, or too uninterested. He’s starting to accept that maybe none of the pokemon in this town area match his truth or ideals.

Emmet was quiet for a long time. He had his thinking face on, so Ingo did not interrupt. He took the time instead to look up at the sky, watching the giant puff of clouds drift by. A plume of swabloo lazily inches their way across the horizon.

A shadow falls over Ingo. Emmet dusts himself off, and helps drag his twin to his feet. The two sway, clasping hands.

“We’ll ask Uncle Drayden,” Emmet decides, and Ingo is enthralled by the sheer truth of that statement. “He’ll let us use the subway! And you can look elsewhere, for a starter who is ideal for you. Wwwwith me and Tynamo, instead of by yourself.”

“Truly?” Uncle Drayden is a scary man.

Emmet nods. It’s easy to talk to Emmet— he just says words that Ingo would spend hours ruminating on. “I am verrrry persuasive.”

“You mean staring at him from the corner until he cracks?”

“Brother, you know me so well!”

Ingo cant help but laugh. He still feels guilty and bad for feeling envious, but a world with emmet by his side is significantly less hostile. Emmet’s hand is warm in his.“Thank you!” He cheers, startling himself with his volume. “Bravo,” he tried in a quieter tone.

“Bravo!!” Emmet replies, pointedly louder. Ingo squawks as Emmet pulls him off balance. “You are my brother! We’re going to find you a starter!”

Ingo tugs back just as fiercely. “Bravo!! We are going to harass Uncle Drayden into letting us board the train!”

Emmet leans with his whole body, dragging Ingo into the fulcrum of his centrifuge. “BRAVO! YOU ARE GOING TO HELP ME WITH TYNAMO’S TRAINING!”

Ingo digs his heels in, and then stumbles. “BRAVO, I, what?”

Emmet looked distinctly patrat-esque. “We’re in this together, Ingo. No backing out now.”

Ingo thought about it long and hard. He gets to see his brother get electrocuted. But he will, also, most likely, get electrocuted.

(Tynamo is Emmet’s starter. But maybe, it can also be Ingo’s friend.)

But brother say brother do, and Ingo’s probably obligated to run damage control if Emmet decides to, say, shove a fork into an outlet for Tynamo to snack on.

(Emmet fucks around. Ingo finds out. Even two steps apart with new people between, this is the way of their world.)

“Alright,” he crumbles. When they step this time, they step in sync. “We do this. Together.” (Enjoy this? Here's the link to the rest of my rat crimes.)

[skyloftian-nutcase]

Prompt: Either Time and Malon have announced they're having a baby or Malon has just had a baby and they're introducing them to the chain when Time finds some big insecurities from one of his boys he doesn't expect; Wild. Thing is, Time (and to an extent Malon as well) is the only parental figure he knows. Any memories of his parents are long gone along with any record of who they might have been so Time acting in a familial manner means a lot to Wild. But he's worried now that the man is an -actual- father that it means he'll be withdrawing that affection from the chain (himself, really) in favor of focusing on his child. Time goes above and beyond to prove him wrong.

Sky glared grumpily at the postman as he delivered mail to everyone. Legend snickered and elbowed his friend, making the usually cheery knight even more sour.

“Chin up, Sky,” Wild chuckled. “Nobody can outrun that guy from what I can figure. At least that’s what the old man says.”

Time didn’t even flinch at his mention. It wasn’t new - he tended to tune out the younger ones what they got rambunctious. But something about the intensity of which he was looking at his letter from Malon caught Wild’s attention.

“Everything okay?” Twilight asked, also picking up on it.

Time glanced at Twilight, eye fixed on the younger man, then back at the letter. Then he closed both eyes and smiled.

“It’s fine,” he said quietly, folding the letter.

“That looks like more than fine,” Warriors noted, wiggling his eyebrows. “What are you hiding, old man?”

“Is Miss Malon okay?” Wind asked, poking his head over Warriors’ shoulder, having been sitting on the ground behind the captain, who had plopped on a stump.

“She’s fine,” Time replied warmly. Then he sighed a little, gentle cheer dashed by a cool, worried gaze.

“That wasn’t very convincing,” Four whispered to Twilight.

Time glanced around at the group, now that everyone had honed in on him. Then he seemed to come to a decision, huffing a little and saying, “Since none of you seem to know how to mind your business, then I’ll tell you.”

Warriors scoffed, “I’ll have you know I am perfectly capable of minding my own business until gossip is involved.”

Hyrule laughed. “It’s pretty funny listening to people’s drama in town, honestly. But I hope there isn’t drama in your house, old man.”

“There isn’t,” Time assured him. “But there will be someone new living there.”

“Is it that Ingo guy you got mad about?” Sky asked, tilting his head to the side.

Time outright laughed. “No, Sky. No. It’s… Malon’s pregnant.”

The group went silent for a long while before it burst into excited chatter. Warriors was the first to congratulate Time, with Sky coming shortly after, followed by Four and then everyone else in quick succession. Wind excitedly asked about baby names, Sky interrogated him about what course this journey might take now, if they should find a way to return to Lon Lon Ranch—

That was probably the point that Wild felt his stomach twist into knots.

He didn’t quite know what was wrong, at first. He congratulated the old man alongside everyone else. This was a great occasion, after all. But Sky mentioning how maybe Time would want to visit Malon really made Wild realize…

Was he going to leave the group now?

Wild… didn’t want him to leave.

It wasn’t that he was particularly close to Time, more so than the others. Wild was closest to Twilight, after all. But… something about the eldest Link was… comforting. Guiding. Wild couldn’t put words to it, except that… it reminded him of… he didn’t know. He just… he couldn’t remember anything. He didn’t know anything. But the Hero of Time became a staple in his life the last few weeks, a father figure of sorts (and he knew he wasn’t alone in this—the worried disappointment that Wind was trying to hide, the way Legend suddenly became aloof as if already distancing his heart from the matter, the way Sky took four steps away from their leader after running up to him to congratulate him—these were all indications of the same sentiment) when Wild could hardly remember any family at all… and he… was going to lose him too.

He supposed the only true constant in his life was Zelda.

It wasn’t as if he didn’t know this journey would come to an end, but he hadn’t expected their group to lessen during the journey. It had been horrifying when Twilight had almost died - now Time was going to just leave them? Leave him?

Wild found he couldn’t speak after his initial words of cheer for the old man, and he started to slink away into the woods. He wandered aimlessly, shivering a little, feeling far more alone than he had in a while. He tried to cheer himself up with some kind of logical argument—even if he does leave, you still have the others, you have your brothers, you have Twilight—but none of it quite filled the hole that was quickly forming.

At least this time he’d have a chance to say goodbye.

Wild eventually made his way back to the camp just in time - Warriors had been readying to search for him, and he didn’t want to cause such a fuss. He avoided Time for the rest of the night, settling in to take first watch as everyone else went to bed.

He hadn’t expected Time to sit beside him.

“Something’s bothering you,” Time said. It wasn’t a question, but it was held in the air like an invitation.

Wild sighed. “I… wouldn’t worry about it. We’ll find a way to get you home, old man. Wouldn’t want you to miss your actual family.”

There was a period of silence, only interrupted by the crackling of the fire. Wild felt a strange ache in his chest, a longing for someone he could no longer remember. He shriveled into himself a little, shoulders slumping, letting time pass by as he looked into the flames.

“Link… I’m not going home.”

Wild didn’t register the words for a moment, still lost in his own mind and thoughts, before he blinked and glanced over at the older hero. “Wait, what?”

“My place is here,” Time explained quietly, almost what seemed gently. “I would never abandon all of you like that. I love Malon dearly, but she isn’t my only family.”

Wild wasn’t sure what to say to any of this, but the hope in his heart couldn’t be ignored, and he burst out, “You’re not leaving us?”

There was something about Time’s expression that Wild couldn’t quite read. The older hero’s eyebrows seemed to relax from their previously stern position, face softening, eye looking Wild over. “No, young one. I’m not leaving. What we will do, though, is turn back towards the town. I want to write to her. I want all of us to write to her. We’ll have to keep tabs on how she’s doing far more often.”

“Why all of us?” Wild asked.

Time reached forward, messing with the teenager’s hair as he smiled. “If I’ve had to parent all of you, then you’re certainly earning the right and responsibility to ensure your new little sister is alright.”

Wild yelped a little at the gesture before laughing a little, swatting Time away. “Sister, eh? You think it’s a girl?”

“Goddess, I hope so. I have enough boys to take care of.”

Wild’s laugh nearly woke the entire group at that remark. When he’d settled, Time smiled at him, laying a hand on his shoulder. The gesture was reassuring, a physical representation on the promise that Time hadn’t spoken. He didn’t need to. What he’d said was enough.

The ache in Wild’s chest didn’t squeeze quite so hard. But he yearned for the contact, and so he leaned forward a little, just a little, just enough to be perceived without invading the man’s space. Time understood the motion for what it was, and he smiled a little more, pulling Wild into a hug. For the briefest moment the champion felt a little silly or embarrassed at the vulnerability he’d just shown, and then he decided he didn’t care - if he truly viewed Time as a father figure then he should be comfortable showing such insecurity around him. He’d done as much with Twilight.

Twilight. Time’s descendant. Between being viewed as a brother by Twi and a son by Time, Wild actually… he really…

He let out a shuddering breath, and Time’s hand swept up and down his back slowly.

For the first time in as long as he could remember, Wild actually felt like he belonged in a group, in a team, in a family. He could imagine the Champions smiling at him, and the tears finally did fall.

[bottle-of-harpoons]

Bruv, this took soo fucking long.

New AU dropping, boys.

So basically it's a hybrid between the 'toxic chain/possessed Kieran' AU and the 'Kieran is Ogerpon' AU.

In this AU, the events of the teal mask play out normally.

After Kieran looses his fight to Julianna, he starts hearing a mysterious voice in his head. It starts playing with his insecurities and telling him he needs to be stronger.

"That's why the oger didn't want you as a trainer. You were too weak".

Thanks to the voices advise and 'encouragement', Kieran quickly rises through the ranks of the Blueberry League and becomes champion. However, he also becomes a massive jackass.

The voice tell him that everyone is beneath him. He starts bullying other club members until the point were everyone is too imtimidated by him to hang out with him.

He is distant and aggressive towards the Elite 4. He doesn't even attend meetings and barley does any of his champion responsibilities, causing Amarys and Crispin to step up. Lacey was too busy helping Cyrano with academic duties. Drayton dedicated all his time to helping out the trainers Kieran bullied.

Kieran started skipping classes and dedicated all his time to training. The only person who still talked to him was Carmine.

However, after months of trying to reach out, Kieran finally snapes at Carmine, causing her to retreat from him. After this, Kieran finally realises he is truly alone. But thats when the voice makes a deal with him.

He could continue living his life alone and unloved or he could dawn the mask and start a new life. Kieran takes the mask, not fully understanding the deal. He ends up loosing his human form and turning into an Ogerpon. It is then that the voice reveals itself as Pecharunt and it steals Kieran human life.

Because of Kieran's shitty behaviour, he suspended from the academy for one month and 'Kieran' is sent back to Kitikami.

Kieran is left roaming around the Terrarium, dealing with the fact that he is now a pokemon and a whole fuck load of self esteem issues.

However, he is eventually found by Carmine and the new exchange student, Julianna.

Some notes in this AU -

Kieran isn't evil. He's a young child who needs help and the only people who notice are also children themselves. (Carmines doing what she can but she's still young and inexperienced)

Pecharunt has no control over Kierans actions or emotions. He basically says things to Kieran to encourage his negative thoughts and continue his unhealthy downward spiral.

I didn't explain this earlier but when Kieran put on the Ogerpon mask, he left behind a human mask that represents his human form. Pecharunt is currently wearing it.

Pecharunt wants a family again. He woke up many years later to find the old couple he used to live with had died. He wanted a family again but he wanted to live equally among the humans as well. So he started scheming to steal Kierans human life.

His plan just consists of him manipulating Kierans life until he was completely cut off from his friends and family. Once Kieran has nothing, he could trick Kieran into trading him his human life, then he could rebuild Kieran's life from the ground up.

Kieran's not having fun adjusting to life as a pokemon but he believes it's his punishment for being a dick to everyone.

Juliana's meowscarada is called Verde (haven't figured out what the rest of her team consists of yet). Carmine's mightyanna is called Subarashi (Suba for short), her sinistchi is called Chia, morpeko is Kamu and ninetails is Kyu (I used google translate for this, sorry if they're weird). Kieran's furret is called Shippo and his hydrapple is called Ringo.

Fun fact - This plot concept was taken from an old submas fanfic I started writing but never finished. Short summary was Ingo coming back to modern day Unova but he still has amnesia. His and Emmets relationship becomes very strained. Emmets ends up making a deal with Giratina to help turn him into a zorua and use hi illusion powers to get close to Ingo again. (I may post a full summary of the story one day)

Because of this, in the original draft, Kieran was going to turn into a zorua. I changed it just incase I ever wanted to revisits the old fic. Also I thought it would be funny if he turned into ogerpon.

This was heavily inspired by the Kieranpon au, the possessed Kieran au and the movie 'a whisker away'.

Sorry for any spelling errors. No excuse just can't spell for shit.

[flamyangelwings]

Uncle Clay AU: On Hats

UNCLE CLAY AU MASTERPOST

In which some family traditions span centuries

A few days after the twin’s thirteenth birthday, Clay brought them very special gifts

It’s a tradition in his family, he tells them, for every child to get the pattern and learn the steps to make these Hats when they turn 13

-No, Emmet, they don’t have to start wearing them every day like he does

--Just at family reunions and such

Ingo and Emmet are gleeful.

-This is a tangible thing confirming that Uncle Clay is their actual, official, uncle. Not that it really matters, but it’s nice to have physical proof.

He guides the boys through the process of making shaping and piecing together the Hats, telling them the history of the practice as they work

-The first ones are somewhat sloppy, obvious first attempts that Clay proudly photographs the boys wearing, a copy to be sent to his family back in Sinnoh to be added to the Hat Album, which practically doubles as a family record book

--They’re better than Clay’s first attempt, he assures them, his fell apart within a week

It’s the first, but not the last, time the twins make these Hats, as they grow or as the Hats get damaged

-One memorable occasion during a vacation to Sinnoh, had the boys and 7 ‘cousins’ of varying ages all having to replace their Hats at the same time after an Incident.

Hisui, 22 years later and over a hundred years before

Not too long after Ingo remembered his uncle, a few months - half a year tops, Lian’s Hat got severely damaged

-Somewhat unfortunate, but good timing as Lian was already gathering the supplies he needed and just got some more

Ingo woke up one day to Lian outside his camp, grinning, with a large pack of material

-“Rise and shine, nephew! We have work to do!”

Ingo is a bit confused, and Lian carefully pulls out the supplies he gathered

-Technically Ingo should have gathered his own but, since he wouldn’t remember how due to literal total amnesia, Lian did it for him

--They're probably made of Bidoof fur or something, as Google says usually beaver or rabbit fur

“My Hat got wrecked, and yours is back in whatever time and space you came from, so we both need new ones.”

Ingo sits down beside Lian somewhat reverently

Lian has to guide Ingo at the start but, after not too long, muscle memory kicks in and they’re soon working in tandem, Ingo clearly already knowing the steps.

-Even a few secret, pointless, stylistic one that aren’t visible anywhere on the final project

--Secret steps that confirm that Ingo knows the proper pattern

--A tangible thing confirming to Lian that Ingo is a member of his family. Not that it really matters, but it’s nice to have physical proof.

Ingo finds himself unwilling to remove the hat he normally wore, and ended up making his a bit larger than needed so that his new Hat fit snugly on top of his normal one.

It became a not-uncommon sight to see the two spending their time off together wearing their Hats

[au-wannabe-the-very-best]

I like to HC sometimes that ghost Pokémon can be incredibly protective of their place in their trainer's lives, unless said trainer is a ghost specialist, and doesn't take too kindly to another ghost type trying to wiggle their way into their trainer's life.

This is to say that Chandelure, for a split second after meeting Akari, is gearing up to pull off some intimidation technique. She stops only because she very quickly senses that Akari? Is a baby. Like, a newborn. She was just formed.

There's also something a little bit weird about her soul. Chandelure can't tell what until Akari starts talking, mentioning how she's "always wanted to meet the Subway Bosses and their awesome Pokémon!"

Akari remembers her past life. That is not common with ghost Pokémon. Possible, but not common. What's even more uncommon is that she remembers her past life, but is still... painfully young. A child.

Children never remember their previous lives, because their deaths are almost always traumatic. At most, they'd get impressions, feelings of familiarity and instinctual recognization of those who were close to them. Akari should not remember her past life.

Akari is an anomaly. A tragic one.

Ingo was gearing up to return Chandelure when she burst out of her ball, but was surprised to see that rather than getting hostile, Chandelure almost immediately goes sweet on the little white Zorua. (As in, an extinct Zorua ghost type variant, what the fuck? He was looking up Zorua's shiny form and didn't know "white Zorua" was going to drop a bomb on him. Should he call someone about this?)

Anyways, Chandelure decides if Ingo HAD to have another ghost type on his team, she wouldn't mind if it's this kid. She was always a little jealous that Emmet's Mama Galvantula always had so many little ones to mentor in battling. She wants her own apprentice. Akari will do.

(Maybe the fact that one of the first sentences Akari says to her is "YOU'RE SO PRETTY OH MY GOSH" buttered her up a bit. No one has to know.)

[zephyrrhiesfyrian]

To Emmet

...

Ingo has been adopted by a very larger sneasler. So you may have a new step-mom in the past. In the same vein, Ingo has been reverse adopted by Akari so you also have a niece. I wonder what or who's going to adopt Ingo next?

Anyway, have you apologized to Akari yet?

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To Ingo

...

Do Sneaslers and Sneasels shed a lot? Because you can probably make a coat from the sheddings and finally become a purple being. Also you rock with the hot pink/dark purple feathers.

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Elesa

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Please judge Ingo's facial hair and outfit on a scale of 'wtf' to 'oh you slay'.

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Akari

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So how did you decide you were gonna reverse adopt Ingo? Did you just look at him and go "you're my dad now"?

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Lady Sneasler

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Do you prank Melli a lot?

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Drayden, if this man even has an account or if someone else has to rely this to him

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The twins are now both Dilfs which now mskes you a Gilf. How do you feel about that?

Your ask has been distributed to all relevant parties, courtesy of the Arceus Inter-Dimensional Communication services!

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stuck-in-the-past: ingo says they shed in the springtime but attempting to make a coat out of it would be really time consuming since it's just a bunch of loose hair stuck-in-the-past: he says thank you about the feathers tho :3

gym-leader-elesa: Still undecided honestly gym-leader-elesa: The facial hair is fine, if a bit scruffy (god am I glad Ingo apparently can't grow a mustache like his brother) gym-leader-elesa: The outfit is awful though. Dragons above, please patch that damn coat you dork gym-leader-elesa: The Pearl Clan (?) tunic or whatever he's got under that looks comfy though, so at least he's got something

stuck-in-the-past: idk actually stuck-in-the-past: i think it started as a joke bc he worries over me like a dad would so i teased him abt it stuck-in-the-past: and then i kinda realized it wasnt really a joke bc he's the closest thing i have to a dad WHOOPS 🙃

stuck-in-the-past: i asked lady sneasler and she just snickered so i think that means yes >:)

[redirected from chatot/twitter] DragonMasterDrayden: "Both" implies that Emmet either had a child he didn't tell me about or his joltiks are my grandchildren

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[ya-bug-boy]

Please do a part 2 this has me on the edge of my seat!

Warden Ingo x Demon Reader Part Two

As much as you wanted to depart right this minute, you looked at the state of the warden before you. Sunken eyes and thin. With an annoyed breath, you order him to follow you back to your cabin. He hesitates until you point out how weak he has become. You can tell by just looking at him that he hasn't rested nor eaten, his coat and clothes are drenched with river water, demanding next that he follows your orders until you can make a proper plan to find Akari. Begrudgingly, he follows you, wary mercury eyes watching the Zoroarks eyeing him.

Your cabin was nicer than he expected but it's because you had been living here for some time. He asks how you made it and you tell him plainly that you stole the cabin materials from Jubilife Vilage before they had made that gate. He's baffled at that.

As irritated as you are, you provide for the human. You make a fire, give him jerky and water to drink. Then you start a game of questions with him. You answer one of his questions and vice versa.

First question. "What involvement do you have with Akari?" Ingo says first. You roll your eyes and tell him plainly that you have no ill intent with the child. She seeks refuge in your forest from time to time when she's doing survey work. You clean her wounds, feed her, and let her rest under your pack's protection.

Second question, you ask him, "Who are you?" He then says that he's a warden of the Pearl Clan...and would consider himself to be an associate of Akari's. With that said, you start to list names of the Pearl Clan Wardens, watching his reaction when you say his name. When he asks how you knew it, you tell him, "Akari tells me everything. Including how the leaders force a young girl to do the most dangerous tasks that should be left for experts." You watch him shrink in size.

"Are you responsible for the sky turning red?" "Obviously NOT, human. And I'm absolutely certain that neither is she."

". . . so what is?" You close your eyes and huff, "I don't know. And I don't know where she could be either, if that was your next question."

And with that, Ingo looks defeated. You have no reason to trust him yet but he was the only link you had to Akari.

Your pack returns, one of them howling and clawing at the door. You open to look at them.

One of them is clutching Akari's hankerchief, the one she wears on her head. You're filled with dread. "Can you follow the scent?" you ask your pack. The one that presented you the cloth, closes its eyes and nods its head.

You look at him coldly, your tall form dwarfing him as you get close to his face. "I have no interest in the other humans EXCEPT for Akari. She is the only friend I have. . . and I see her almost as my daughter. If you care for her at all, you will either join me in my quest to find her or go back to the village." Before Ingo can interject you continue, "You will follow my exact orders. You will follow my orders to eat. Sleep. Rest. If Akari is important to you, then most certainly you are to her as well and I will not be held responsible for your death. Do I make myself clear."

Putting his hat back on his head, Ingo gives you a firm look. "I will not be a distraction. I swear to you."

You stare him down. He doesn't back down.

"We leave at dawn. Get rest."

[teabunnee]

Posted this wrong again...

Submas Twins Meet You while you were lost

Ingo 

Ingo is always a gentleman, in a sea of people big and small, he is always a beacon of professional calm. 

If you approach him for assistance, he’s happy to help you out, no matter the situation, maybe just give him a moment if he’s in the middle of calming a child or something of the like. 

If he spots you being nervous, he’ll approach you as calmly as he can, though he might startle you with his voice as he asks if you need help. 

He knows the trains and the subway like the back of his hand! And he’s happy to help you reorient yourself. His tall form and loud voice is perfect to part the crowd and make you feel safe too. If you ask questions about the trains and his time here, he’s delighted to tell you the history of the subway! 

The. Entire history. His face glows as he tells you about it, nostalgically as if he was part of it. 

When you get to your stop, he is a bit blushy for rambling so much, but he’s quite happy if you tell him it’s alright. Feel free to flirt just a little at this point, you might get a number!

Emmet

Emmet is a cheerful light in the busy subway, happy to chat and always ready to battle a passenger. It’s easy to spot his bright white coat and big grin. 

He likely spots you nervous and comes over, marching and asking if you need directions to your next station. 

But if you approach him, he’s quite happy too! 

He’ll be delighted to assist you! And he’s quite reassuring, pointing out the fastest train routes to various destinations and even chatting about his pokemon. (Not quite his battle plans, those are secret!) 

He’s also saying hi to others along the way, and if you’re not busy, he’s going to point you to his favourite spots of the city and how to get there! And he might ask you for a battle once he gives you directions or has directed you there. 

Whether you win or lose, he’s just happy to test out new combinations. 

He’s the one to ask your number most likely, bluntly as he compliments you like its a fact, it’s his style. 

[r0-boat]

Some SFW headcannons if that's ok with you. Can we get some headcannons about Dad Submas with their kiddo (whether separate or a poly s/o au is both fine)?

Holy fuck yes sir(gender neutral) been waiting for this shit

Submas as the fathers of your child/children

Ingo

Ingo has always dreamed of having a family despite that permanent frown on his face being quite menacing to the children. He was pretty fond of kids. Always very gentle and patient. Holding his kid in his arms for the first time, he shakes, afraid he might hurt him or scare him. But who could ever be scared of that soft kitten smile? His heartwarming, when his child looks, sees him, and giggles.

His child is a precious treasure, and their happiness is Ingo's number one priority. Yes, Ingo may or may not have spoiled them a few times but seeing them so happy warms his heart every time.

Like any good parent, Ingo values his child's safety he's a Subway boss safety is part of the job; of course, safety is an important part of his parenting. And it is the same with Emmet. They both agree that their child must know about safety.

Ingo is a first-time father. He doesn't mean to be bad, but of course, some parents make their own mistakes. As their child grows older, Ingo seems to have a problem where he still sees his child as his sweet baby, and sometimes he gets a little protective because it's bittersweet when a parent sees their child grow up. Eventually, he does accept that his child is growing up, and sometimes he won't be there to protect them, but he'll make it known that he'll always be there for them.

I can already feel that poor kid's embarrassment when Ingo screams their names during assemblies every time they get a reward or their name called for one.

He's always having a conversation with his child, even if it's just babbling. He would be having a fake argument with his toddler.

Emmet

Emmet is the for-your-own-good type. He's a serious parent, but he is not unfair; rules are there for a reason and are very important, and he'll make sure that his child knows. He ensures that he teaches his child that actions have consequences; good behavior gets rewarded while bad behavior is punished. ( though not every situation is black and white like that.)

If his child ever asks why for anything, he will explain clearly and calmly. Rip for their belief in Santa when they inevitably ask their father.

Emmet takes safety very seriously, and Emmet can be a little bit of a mother hen. He just doesn't want anything to happen to his child as their parent and a Subway boss; it is their job to protect them.

No parent is perfect; Emmet struggles with personal space and privacy issues. He's always had this. He himself is not really a private person. He says what he says, and he means what he says. It might sound mean, but he'll say it anyway. And the lousy habit is from expecting everyone else to be like that, especially people who are closer to him. He wants his child to be open and honest with him at all times, and he wants to know what's happening in their day-to-day life even though they don't want to tell him. And I can see him getting a little antsy when someone won't tell him or they are hiding something from him. It's something that he always struggled with.

If his child ever gives him a logical argument on why he's wrong when he says no to something he will just freeze and think about it for a few seconds then just say "Ok, verrry fair... carry on."

Emmett gets obsessed with little baby onesies and baby clothes "look!! a little Joltik Halloween costume ah! So verrry cute!"

Ingo x parent!reader x Emmet

( the brothers are sharing one love interest no incest)

Usually, they're pretty good at getting along when it comes to Parenting, but sometimes their different parenting methods clash between two. Usually, they would ask you for advice after that or come to a fair agreement.

If they have twins, they can't be happier. Ingo would bring it up constantly, and Emmet would immediately start picking one color for each twin.

When they come home from Gear Station is usually your time off. They make sure you get plenty of rest because they know how tired you would be after taking care of your children all day.

Emmet would let his child hold a Joltik for the first time.

Ingo would give them a Litwick night light.

When the twins are together, they will always be excited to take their children for hikes or go places to have fun, like parks. We're walking around the amusement park or just seeing Aunt Elesa while you take a rest.

The first thing they do when they realize they are becoming fathers, is cram their minds with as much parenting knowledge as possible they're both excited and scared and praying they'll be prepared enough to deal with a kid.

Soon enough, you'll find them both asleep on top of a pile of notes next to another pile of parenting 101 books.

[aquilacalvitium]

Rating my favourite fictional characters on how much I'd trust them to do my top surgery

Wander 🎩🪕(Wander Over Yonder) - Bugs Bunny level antics that waste about eleven minutes of everyone's lives and leave every single person convinced he couldn't do it. It would be the cleanest and easiest top surgery on record and I would walk away unscathed.

Commander Peepers 👁💥(Wander Over Yonder) - He'd take it deadly seriously and spend the whole thing nervously sweating. He would get it done but it wouldn't be flawless. Gods help me if Hater walks into the room during the surgery.

Jack Skellington 💀🎃(Nightmare Before Christmas) - A scientific and analytical mind bodes well for surgery. However. He is a skeleton and I'm fairly certain he doesn't understand how human bodies work or that we can't dismantle ourselves like some monsters. 0/10. Love him to bits. Wouldn't trust him as far as I can throw one of his rib bones.

Fantoccio 🧵🎭(Billie Bust Up) - I mean... I think? He'd take it seriously enough but I'm not sure he'd know what he was doing.

Barnaby 🦉☠️(Billie Bust Up) - Are. You. Fucking. Kidding. Me. ☠️☠️☠️

Alastor 🦌🔪(Hazbin Hotel) - Must I repeat the above. ☠️☠️☠️

Ingo/Emmet 🔼🔽🚂(Pokemon) - Yeah actually I think they'd do well. They'd take it seriously, do it flawlessly and I'd walk away with a chest flatter than Emmet's hopes and dreams after Ingo got Isekai'd

Sun/Moon ☀️🌙(FNAF) - Ha. HA. HAHAHA. I can't trust them with children's safety scissors.

The Innocent 🪁🐕(Koozå) - Sir/Ma'am/Other title. That is a child.

The Trickster 🪄🎁(Koozå) - Wouldn't even need to go under. I have seen this man summon people out of nothing, my chest would be flat before I could blink. He'd make a performance out of it though and probably make me feel not entirely safe because he is peak moral ambiguity.

The Doctor ⏳️🌌(Doctor Who) - One would take it seriously but I wouldn't trust his unsteady hands. Two would probably have an anxiety attack so that's a nope. Three, Four and Five I trust to get it done safely and seriously. Honestly Six is... well he's certainly the most eccentric regeneration so probably not. Seven I'm not sure would do it properly even though he could take it seriously. Then again he could surprise me, he's more compitent than he appears. Eight and Nine? Ah shit I dunno honestly. Ten's a yes, Eleven is a huge nope, Twelve is a very safe yes and Thirteen is also a safe yes. Fourteen is just Ten repeated so also a yes. I don't know Fifteen well enough to say yet.

James "Jamie" McCrimmon 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🗡(Doctor Who) - He's got the steady hands and seriousness needed, yes. Unfortunately he is from the 18th century and about sixty years before anaesthesia was invented.

Sebastian 🖥🕸(Stardew Valley) - Yeah, actually. I think he'd take it seriously and have steady enough hands for it. I'm in safe company there 👍

Nico the Accordion Man 🪗⚙️(Kurios) - ??? I have no idea??? He's a handyman which bodes well and whatever he was doing with his fingers during Hypnotique tells me he's got the hands for it, but also Have You Seen the Way This Man Moves?

Chief Clown ��🎪(Classic Doctor Who) - (Oh yeah I'm getting hella obscure for some of these characters.) I'm pretty sure this man is a homicidal maniac. I have seen the face he makes when he kills someone. I wouldn't trust this lunatic within one mile of me while I am fully conscious and he is unarmed. Especially considering he has been unarmed every time I have seen him kill.

Sweet Cap'n Cakes 🎶🥯(Deltarune) - I love these three adorable sweethearts with my whole chest. And if I let them near my chest with anything sharp I'm afraid I won't have anything left to love them with.

Rouxls Kaard ♥️♦️♠️♣️(Deltarune) - This man. This indigo beanpole. This walking homosexual disaster. Can't make a puzzle more complex than "put box on button." Respectfully and deeply affectionately... ✨️no✨️

Wally Darling 👁🍎(Welcome Home) -

Hatbox Ghost 🎩🦯(Haunted Mansion) - NO. To both film and ride versions for different reasons.

Ghost Host 🪓➰️(Haunted Mansion) - 2023 film Hosty? Never. Put that axe down, sir. Ride Hosty? Well... He's a goober who's not half as dangerous as he appears. But I still wouldn't trust him to know what he's doing or particularly care too much if he accidentally killed me.

The Phantom 💀🎩(Phantom Manor) - Quite honestly I couldn't say. This man was adept at murder but only when given a reason, like his victims wanting to marry his daughter. I can thankfully say that I am queer enough for that to not apply to me. Doesn't make me trust him though.

The Prophet 🖤🎤(Legion of the Black) - Uh. Yeah, I think so. Yeah I think I'd be in okay hands, it wouldn't be flawless but it'd get done well enough.

Captain Rex 🪖🚀(Star Wars: The Clone Wars) - While I'd like to say battlefield first aid would give him some experience - which is true - surgeries are left up to droids. But even so I would say I'd be in safe hands. I trust him to get the job done well.

Ahsoka Tano 🗡🔶️(Star Wars: The Clone Wars) - Oh yeah. OH yeah. Safer than a Jedi holocron in the Jedi Temple library vault (before Cad Bane showed up, anyway).

Natemare 👁🎸(Natewantstobattle) - Ah yes because that is a level of mental instability that I trust to safely and confidently give me surgery. /s

Phantom 📜✒️ (Natewantstobattle) - If you know Phantom you're probably expecting a no, but he holds up his ends of any deal he makes! I absolutely trust him to give me the easiest, cleanest surgery ever. What I don't trust him to do is let me enjoy it for long because whoopsy-doopsy I'm now trapped inside his cane forever.

Lukas 🐈📖(Minecraft Story Mode) - Oh honey no, you stick to your books. He can kick ass and write a good story but he could never perform a surgery.

Helsknight ⚔️🔥(Hermitcraft) - The only things this man knows are Quote Meme, Rap and Be Pathetic. He made a pitfall trap for Welsknight because he forgot that literally every single Hermit has elytra and can fly, and then boasted about it, only to get deeply humbled. He has a total brain cell count of -1. I think you know my opinion.

[applesjuice]

I bet that's Kieran's return from Hisui, with his newfound attitude, was quite a whiplash.

(Do you want to know who I am ?)

From : The Question Bombarder

Hahaha you can stay anon if that's what you're more comfortable with!

I feel like Kieran when they get back from Hisui is very similar to how he is in the end game/mochi mayham. He's that sweet, kind kid again, only more confident in himself and his interests. Like, his interactions with Nemona, Arven and Penny were so sweet and they seem like they'd be wonderful friends for him too. Nemona'a views on battling and strength reminded me of Ingo's, so Ingo is like the adult stand in for Nemona in Hisui. Kieran legit needs some sort of adult role model who is actively guiding him, and I think Ingo and Laventon (and Irida and Adaman though they're more young adults) would do him a whole lot of good.

So Kieran gets back, there may be a custody battle in the works because Kieran is legally dead, and Akari is an unknown so a whole new social security number got issued for them and now the Submas family is trying to get legal guardianship when Drayton walks in and is like that is a whole ass dead child come back to life Carmine get on facetime NOW im being serious.

Carmine who is two regions away in a different time zone: sleeps through 70 missed calls

Everyone who knew Kieran before has whiplash because this is *their* Kieran, the sweet Kieran who is now so much more sure of themself, and not the misreable tyrant who they last saw. Only this Kieran half remembers them, occasionally says some out of pocket self depreciating stuff that rings alarm bells, and knows how to work a smart phone...kind of. God won't let them join any group chats, but gave access to filters for the photo app for some reason.

After Carmine meets Kieran again she'd probably say something like "we need to tell the protagonist" and Kieran would just be like who's that? And her heart would break.

And then the protagonist's heart breaks because Kieran is alive, doesnt remember them but is happier seeming? Look how much happier they are not knowing me... (surprise Kieran takes to the protagonist again like a fish to water, and the protagonist in return is kind of protective)

Oh and Carmine consults Arven about Kieran's diet because not eating processed foods for two years their stomach is fricked. So is Ingo's (please...the man just wants to eat a slice of pizza even if it kills him).

Also everyone gets therapy

[polutrope]

@melestasflight sent Lalwen + forsaking the past, and it disappeared from my inbox last night.

Thank you for the prompt! I was so excited when you sent me Lalwen, as it gave me occasion to think about her, which I have never done before.

From this prompt list, which also has links to my fills so far and lists what's still in the inbox.

Here we have 880 words of angst-with-a-bittersweet-ending (my fave), set at the end of the First Age. Rated G.

~ ~ ~

The waves lick at the rocky, grass-clad shoreline. Though the ocean’s rhythm is the same ancient push-and-pull, push-and-pull, to Lalwen the waves today are tentative, like a child tasting something new. This is not the land they are used to. 

“You are a hero now,” says Lalwen.

“You know that I never wanted to be one,” says the High King of the Noldor. 

A smile slides up the side of his face closest to her, and his eyes seek hers, but she does not turn to him. She thinks of teasing, “So you do not deny it!” That is what she would have said were he her other brother, and Fingolfin would have laughed and rolled his eyes and flicked his finger against his thumb in dismissal. Then he might have looked at her fondly and said, “Thank you, sister, for never allowing me to grow too proud.” 

But Lalwen does not know what to say to Arafinwë. Finarfin—so his firstborn styled him when Fingolfin fell, and so he is known now to all: Finwë Arafinwë, Noldoran. Lalwen laughed, then cried, when first she heard it. Her little brother Ingo, High King of the Noldor! 

Lalwen does not know who to be with Finarfin. 

“I don’t think I did know that,” Lalwen says. 

Finarfin’s golden eyelashes land on his cheeks and ensnare the sunlight. 

“Lalwen.” He tilts his head back up. His eyes catch hers. They are swimming with disappointment. “Are you certain?” 

She cannot keep her face from twisting into a frown. Must he make her say it twice! Has the thought of returning ever scraped across her mind, when all else falls quiet? Yes; and it moves her to little more than resentment at the Valar for offering them the choice.

“It has never been a question, Arafinwë,” she says. A half-truth. 

Lalwen feels Finarfin’s spirit crumple beside her, and she supposes her words had been meant to flatten hope. She expects tears, is prepared for tears; she is surprised when her brother’s fingers coill beneath his palm on the rock; surprised when he grimaces and sucks a sharp, watery breath between his teeth.

“Why?” Despite the emotion, his voice does not tremble. His voice never trembles. “Do I not at least deserve to know why? What message shall I take back to our mother? Your daughter lives, I will tell her, and she will weep for joy. She is not coming, I will say, and she will fall back into that black unknowing, the endless wondering, ‘Will I ever see my child again?’”

“Is she alone in that?” Lalwen nearly spits the question. Her blood is hot. “Do you speak of our mother or of yourself? I am sorry for your pain, brother—I am. I am sorry your sons have not returned; I am sorry Artanis is too far off to see her father again. She would have wanted to. But what of the centuries of unknowing we endured while Valinor was fenced against us?

“And do we know that it is not, still? If I followed my brothers—yes, him too, two brothers—into exile, without remorse, and if I do not regret it now, what reason do the Valar have to welcome me back into comfort and ease?

“You may tell our mother that there are people I love, here, in Beleriand.” Lalwen gestures at the broken rocks, the great trunks of trees torn up and tossed about by the sea. ”What remains of it. Our people have been severed. That was your choice as much as it was ours. Victory does not undo it. It was brave and noble of you to come here, but if you believed you would simply be able to gather together your scattered kin and bring us back with you, you are a fool.”

Lalwen pauses, expecting a rebuke from this new Arafinwë, hardened by kingship and sharpened by war, but Finarfin has gilded himself in gentleness once more. 

In no more than a whisper, he says, “I did not even know if I would return.”

It is as though a great heap of sand has been cast over the heat of Lalwen’s heart. She is all ash. The wind is cold on her bare arms. 

After a long silence, she says, “I am sorry,” and shivers.    

“That may be.” A smile cracks Finarfin’s composure, and he sets his hand over hers, curling his fingers around it. “But you are right. I do wish I could bring you back, slot you into one of the empty spaces that have surrounded me these many hundreds of years. But you would no longer fit, would you, sister? I have known it. Oh, I have known it all along, though I wished it were otherwise. If anything, this victory has set us yet further apart. There is no returning to the past.” He squeezes her hand, and Lalwen is aware of tears brimming over the rims of her eyes. “I should not have asked you to forsake this life, and I won’t again.”

Her throat tightens, and Finarfin circles her shoulders with one arm; she falls against his chest, tugging at the fabric on his robe to cover her face as she weeps. 

“There is yet some time,” Finarfin says, “and you have a brother here who loves you.” 

So really the only canonical fact about Lalwen, besides linguistic details on her name, is that Fingolfin was the "most dear to her" of her kin. I was curious about what that meant for her relationships with the rest of them.

On AO3

[ghostypetrainer]

BUT I WANT THE 'EVENTUALLY' TO BE NOW!!! I WANNA SEE THE REUNION BETWEEN EMMET AND INGO... ;_;

The scene is this: It's two and a half years after Ingo left the station. Emmet is... mostly getting along okay. As well as can be expected. One day, he receives an invitation to a battle conference in Sinnoh. He hasn't been to one since Ingo left, and he thinks it will be a good change of pace. He takes some vacation days, and heads out.

(In the back of his mind, he remembers that Ingo apparently booked a ticket for Sinnoh. He tries not to think about it. He doubts they will run into each other. He's not sure if he wants to or not.)

(He is lying. He wants to.)

The battle conference goes verrry well. He loses to Champion Cynthia, but he got her down to her last Pokemon. The match was verrry fun. It's enough to put Ingo as the furthest thing from his mind-

-so of course, that's when runs into Ingo.

He almost doesn't recognize his brother at first. A strange thought, since they're twins. Did he dye his hair black? And the color contacts- is he that desperate not to resemble him anymore? And it's something about that that makes Emmet lash out, to say something unkind. Ingo has the audacity to look hurt for a moment- before he says something equally unkind.

(This isn't right. Emmet wanted to apologize for not noticing his brother's issues. He didn't want to fight.)

But they're fighting now, yup! It's funny. He doesn't remember his brother having this much of a temper. Seeing Ingo angry was such a rarity... but he guesses he never knew his brother after all, did he?

It's a child who comes and stops them, although she takes a double take when she looks at him. She clearly knows Ingo, but did he never even tell her he had a twin? This angers Emmet more, and he snaps at Ingo again- but this time Ingo just keeps his mouth shut, and does the worst thing he possibly could-

-he turns away.

(Emmet doesn't notice the unnatural way his shadow twists as he does. He's not thinking about that.)

The girl looks at him for a long moment, before running after his brother. He thinks he hears her call him Uncle. Hah. So Ingo ran away and started a family. Well, good for him. He doesn't care. If he never sees him again, it will be too soon.

(So why does he cancel his return flight back to Unova?)

[egginfroggin]

(Tags from this reblog) (so, so late in responding to these, ouf)

Yeah, it is a horrible time for everyone!

(This got super long, so full rant is under the cut)

Ingo was raised to believe that his powers, like Emmet's, were a gift from one of the Dragons.

He's has been under the impression that his powers -- while unusually strong -- should be able to be controlled, and believes that he is at fault for his own lack of control.

In actuality, bonds are needed to temper the uncontrolled ice that Kyurem cursed him with at birth. The powers grew with age, and unfortunately, Ingo was cut off from the very thing he needed to have any hope of controlling them.

On Kyurem's side of things, however, it sought to spread the same agony of isolation that it felt to the humans that scorn it. Its curses, throughout the ages, always end in tragedy -- the cursed child is either killed, or goes mad and winds up dead by force or by choice.

Ingo is the first cursed child it has ever met, and it was intrigued by him. Here's this isolated, lost soul, deprived of the warmth all children should have, and yet he isn't mad. He's more sad, than anything, and desperate to keep his twin and kingdom safe.

So, curiously, it shares the secret of controlling its powers -- the warmth of bonds -- and forms a connection with Ingo. Ingo gets some control over his "gift," and Kyurem gets a bond for the first time in centuries, if not the first time ever.

So they both get solace and find a level of understanding in each other, and then things go wrong, and Emmet finds Ingo. Cue interaction and separation (may have dropped him down a chasm, oops), and Ingo's emotions becoming once again volatile and full of guilt.

Kyurem chooses arguably the worst time to confess that it cursed Ingo, because Ingo is already full of guilt and self-hatred for hurting Emmet again, and the Kyurem basically tells him that he was never meant to control himself.

Ingo was, as per Kyurem's interference, essentially born to sow misery in his family. Kyurem, when it cursed him, wanted him to be miserable, and to spread that cold hatred to those around him, because Kyurem couldn't do that itself.

Control wasn't ever anything Ingo was meant to have.

Needless to say, the abrupt realization that, frankly, none of this is Ingo's fault simultaneously lifted an enormous weight from his shoulders and incited the worst, most vicious wrath Kyurem has ever been on the receiving end of.

I remember mentioning that bonds need to be reciprocated and upheld. The bond between Ingo and Emmet is all but broken, and while Emmet keeps offering his end, Ingo never picks it up and ties it to his own, completing the connection.

Ingo breaks their bond just about immediately, which leaves them both worse off than they were before, because Kyurem can now properly mourn its isolation, and Ingo properly embraces his own (symbolized by his eyes adopting a sulfur tone and his skin turning pallid, almost gray, visually matching with Kyurem).

So... yeah, betrayal is a good word for it. Ingo has been trusting Kyurem and eagerly accepting its tutorship in the hopes of bettering himself, and then he finds out that... basically, it was this or death, and was always meant to be death.

Everything about Ingo's existence at that point in the fic is a happy (read as: miserable) accident set in place by Kyurem.

And Kyurem didn't even tell him, didn't even think to tell him, until when? When he tells it that he almost killed his twin again? When he's a mess of emotions? When he's already poured everything he has into their connection, worn his heart on his sleeve and confessed every bit of self-blame he's ever felt to it?

It tells him that it was all unnecessary?

It couldn't have said as such earlier, so that he'd have had even a tiny, modicum of a chance at making things right?

No amount of regret can fix this.

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get to know my gay bitches (last updated: 20/02/25)

ernest durrell (he/him) mage hollow one hacker

kind of cringe awkward nerdboy who Awakened in jail after a prank virus gone wrong. he has an evil supercomputer familiar/boyfriend called Arbutus. also hes kinfolk but shh dont tell anyone

tony barone (he/him) camarilla brujah merc/bodyguard just in: updated with less slutty art :) ANYWAY hes just a puppyboy former ghoul. he likes beating people up blood and the power of friendship and true love. hes just a straight up nice guy if you forget the killer part. very slightly dumb but its ok ♥ he would never know obtenebration

dusty hayes (she/her) "camarilla" salubri miserable courier

sad eggy tgirl widow who is Struggling to get by amidst being hunted by both clan tremere and (apparently) hunters too :) its all going so well for her :) and she hasnt even had The Realisation yet :)

montague "monty" lafayette camarilla nosferatu casanova generally hes a very confident flirtatious person though he can be a bit petty and arrogant at times, especially towards people that scorned him in the past. he likes playing the guitar ghouling rats and being a whore

jack bailey former ghoul hunter w/psychometry very sad gay old man. former ghoul of the nosferatu primogen, vernon, a very sleazy guy. he escaped during a hunter raid on his haven and got taken in by a hunter cell shortly after. currently hes living off extremely embezzled camarilla funds with his new boyfriend ingo. hes the only one in the cell who doesnt literally talk to deities so hes a bit bummed about that. not sure what it says about him

his hobbies are being a reeptionist/accountant, sending emails, and crying. also its pretty funny but literally every time hes tried to do a hunter thing so far hes failed ❤ hes only good at imagining scenarios

cassandra vane anarch true brujah baroness

shes a cool-headed baron in charleston, west virginia, who the coterie found torporous in an old nuclear bunker. shes a bad bitch and also an autistic shawty with no ulterior motives whatsoever. she loves her catholic priest husband/childe and is indifferent to pretty much everything else

audric moore camarilla toreador-maeghar prince

pretty much just a flamboyantly gay dandy without a very good grasp of morals. he got beheaded by the coterie for using presence on them one time (among other things). before his embrace, he was a satyr, and he got embraced by a hater sabbat bitch like ages ago. he likes having pets, his gigantic family, and begging his ex husband to take him back. also hes permabanned from new york city.

claire lake silent strider theurge

the daughter of one of the players! she came to charleston while on break from college in australia to meet her biological father for the first time. she had her first change at the worst time possible but is getting on well enough with the local sept. shes cheerful if a bit of a worrywart. she's studying journalism and is a hobbyist photographer!

okay these are just my vtm/WoD characters for now. i dont feel like adding any more for a bit...

here are some blorbo playlists! i assume you care if you made it this far <3