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Vijay through the years – Part 2 of 4

|—2064: Sweet Sixteen. |

|—2068: Rebel Yell.

SHORT VERSION: (for the long version klick the Keep Reading under the time line and skip the short version) What has happened to the cute cinnamon boy from next door? The answer is simple: bad influence — through a girl named Reva, he met around 2065 and fell in love with. Vijay saw no sense in staying with his parents who didn't care about him anyway, so he went off to live with Reva and the gang she was in instead. The result? — three years of thievery, harassment, vandalism, violence and even murdering. He also started smoking, drinking and taking drugs. Reva was addicted to add cyberware to her body and in three years only she replaced more and more of it with chrome. That combined with hard drugs she was taking all Vijay was able to do was to watch her disintegration. It went so far, that she wanted him to modify his body as well, trying to force him, but he didn’t want to replace any of his limbs. Though he loved her, at some point he knew if he didn't break up and cut ties completely to everyone from that group it wouldn't have ended well for him. Well, it almost cost him his life because Reva turned Cyberpsycho one day, attacking him with her mantis blades that cut his throat, luckily leaving him alive but damaging his thyroid so, it had to be replaced with a synth one, visibly seen on his throat. After rehabilitation and finishing school, he set for a new start in a city far away from Portland: Night City. Vijay does not talk about this span of his life. He buried it deep down in his memories and would love to entirely forget about it, but the memories keep coming back in form of nightmares. And mantis blades can be a huge trigger for him.

| |—2073: Shock to the System. | |—2077: Neuromancer.

LONG VERSION:

At some point of his life in 2065 Vijay met a girl named Reva. Well, you could already say she was a young woman, because she was about three years older than him. V was fascinated by her appearance because she didn’t look like any other girl he knew from school. She looked rebellious — dressed all in black, had a side cut and if he had to describe it in a style, he’d say she looked like a goth-punk-rock girl. He took a liking of her immediately. She was doing things he’d never dared to do, she smoked, she was fearless, she loved to prank and every story she told of herself sounded exciting to him. Vijay didn’t see it as bad influence on him back then but it definitely turned out to be exactly that. He was a naïve young guy who happened to be totally over the moon for her. She would spoil him almost completely.

One day, Reva offered him that she could get him a cyberdeck. Vijay was really into hacking and read a lot about cyberdecks and quick hacks. He had found himself a liking to hack into computers, servers and practically anything that is connected to the net by using his own devices just for reading about information while staying invisible. He took the offer and Reva took him to the place where she lived. A friend of her started to make himself a living by becoming a ripper doc and through him V got his very first cyberdeck. Of course, he had to do something in return for that because he couldn’t pay for it. The favor he had to do was hacking into Portland’s police data base system to delete a few files that gave any info on Reva’s gang. Easy task for him. Thrilled from that new triumph he licked blood and the gang saw potential in him as well.

Reva showed him the entire place and he met all the people she lived with — you could call them some kind of a nameless outlaw gang where everyone really seemed to live either some punk-rock or vampire-goth style (the last one is to take seriously as well, because at some point in those three years a few of the gang really started believing they were vampires, getting themselves vampire fangs, drinking blood and only be active at night). Vijay got excited — it was the entire opposite of what he’d known so far. Out of nowhere, he was thrilled to become a part of it. To break this cycle of his boring and often lonely life of the teenager he was. Following rules, taking orders, always be polite, learn all day so you get good grades — for what? He didn’t know what to do with his life anyway. So, he decided to join these people — not caring about school. Not caring about the future. Not even caring about his parents. They didn’t care about him anyway in the past 17 years. So, what?

That’s when he started being a different Vijay. He dyed his naturally ginger hair black, shaved his sides and added piercings over the following three years to his body. His wardrobe changed into one of a rocker-like style, so he’d fit the overall gang look and started living a life as a true Portland rebel outlaw. That of course included him starting to be involved into thievery, robbing, vandalism, harassments, using violence and also sometimes murder in self-defense. He taught himself to shoot a gun at a self-constructed shooting range and he developed his skills in quick hacking where he definitely found a liking in using mostly non-lethal or useful hacks at first such as Overheat, Short Circuit or Breach Protocol and Cyberware Malfunction. Once he experienced that he was also able to kill someone by also using quick hacks only such as Suicide or Synapse Burnout he kind of felt inviolable. But he was also scared after using it the first time. The sheer power it gave him to decide about life and death was something very dangerous he could play with. He had to keep himself under control not to use it too often because it awakened a rush deep inside him, a superior feeling of being untouchable, that he could be the one deciding whose life was to hang by a thread. He agreed with himself he would only make use of it in desperate situations.

Of course, he also started to smoke, drink and — yes, he also took drugs. Why? — Because everyone did and they all said it was a great feeling it gave you, so Vijay didn’t hesitate any moment. He had no fear of taking some but consumed mostly Blue Glass or Stim drugs, though. The hallucinogenic Blue Glass had this amazing flashing out effect on him, where he often stared blankly at pretty neon colors in his mind that began to form the craziest 80s style vaporwave worlds he could have ever imagined — and he already had a very bright imagination without the use of any drug when he was daydreaming escaping into his fantasy worlds back when he was still a kid. Somehow, he had been rational enough not to take the real hard stuff — either it was because he was completely fine with being on Blue Glass only or because of the stories he had heard and even witnessed what some drugs were able to do to a human.

The first year and a half were times full of fun, excitement, thrill and new experiences for Vijay. He felt completely wrapped up in his new self. After having his first time with Reva and losing his virginity as well he was able to live out the sex life he was having the wildest fantasies about for so long (everything in the city is sexualized so teenagers get early into contact with that sadly). She was fun and loved to experiment. This was also the time Vijay eventually found the explanation why he liked men and women the same way — he discovered he is bisexual. By reaching teenage age he slowly noticed that he didn't want to kiss only girls but also boys but thought it was wrong at first since all his male school friends had been with girls. So, he did the same, until someday, when a young man joined the gang a year after him, who Vijay found quite attractive. That young man made a move and kissed him while the gang was having fun at a lake going skinny dipping. Reva was the one to encourage the two to try out some more. She was completely fine with it. Maybe it was just because everybody has been permanently high from the consume of drugs — however, Vijay was still in a happy relationship with Reva which soon was doomed to turn into a nightmare.

The last year and a half, Vijay slowly began to notice that the life he lived for now was not making him really happy anymore. He was far away from being content. The use of drugs and alcohol made him look like a mess and he often felt a big emptiness inside him. He was living through the day without any reason until the gang decided they would need to rob someone because they ran out of money. He began to ask himself what was the purpose of all this? This couldn’t be it. He witnessed the ruin Portland got into because he was part of it: underclass slowly decaying in the back alleys being pumped up with drugs and robbed of the few eddies they got while the rich and filthy upper class bathed themselves in real champagne and shiny gold at luxurious parties. He wanted to do something against that but the rest of the gang didn’t. They found it too risky to get involved with the high society so they continued focusing on easier targets — and Vijay didn’t like that because it was wrong. After all, these people where in the same need of money and fighting to survive every day as them.

And to cap it all: Reva had begun to add more and more cyberware to her body. She already had lots of fashionable chrome on her face but found a liking to replace her limbs with entire cyberware such a thermal mantis blades. She simply got obsessed with it — any part that made her human needed to be replaced bit by bit. Once she got the eddies together she was always at the ripper doc getting new chrome. V began to worry about her — not only did it change her outer looks, no — her soul seemed to change as well. He tried to appeal to her conscience but it was no use getting through even not a breach protocol helped because he wasn’t advanced enough to get through. She was addicted to replace everything. She even went so far trying to get him into it as well as soon as she seemed to run out of what she could replace on herself.

But Vijay didn’t intend to replace any of his limps neither to add some cosmetic cyberware. The cyberdeck and his Kiroshi optics he got were already enough for him. He saw no sense at all in replacing any well-functioning part of his body with some partly cheap chrome. The love Reva once had for V slowly vanished and brought up only anger, disappointment and indifference. She developed violent tendencies — first only verbally but soon to be physically as well — her character completely changed with being almost fully chromed and high on drugs. All Vijay was able to do was that he could watch Reva’s disintegration. It hurt him to see her like this, to live through it each day. Some days she felt a little better but most times it was only torture for both of them.

Once he found out she was taking Black Lace, Vijay got to a point where he realized, that this couldn’t go on like this. Either she stopped taking this very dangerous shit and got help or he had to leave for his own good. He didn’t want to see her fall apart while his hands were tied, yet he couldn’t leave her because he loved her. He tried everything he could but she didn’t seem to want any help. She needed that stuff so badly, she failed to resist the addiction, so that it ate away her last bit of humanity throwing her into cyberpsychosis. That was when the worst case eventually happened: Reva attacked V with her thermal blades. She wasn’t able to divide between friend or foe — anything was a thread to her. Vijay almost lost his life that day because one blade pierced his throat just so, that his entire thyroid took damage, thankfully not hitting any important arteries. He was only able to prevent getting his head chopped off by rapidly using the Synapse Burnout quick hack on her that stopped her from ending him — but in a lethal way for her.

He didn’t know how he managed to get out of this entire situation. All he knew was that he dragged himself away from her lifeless body having a blurry vision, pressing one hand onto his throat until he fainted with everything turning black. The next he remembered was waking up in some kind of shady hospital. Someone had brought him there and left him at the doorstep was all the doc would tell. The thermal blades thankfully almost burned the open wound so there wasn’t much of blood loss. His thyroid was completely damaged and had to be replaced with a synthetic one alongside with a few vocal chords that took damage as well. From now on Vijay had to live with a visible scar in form of cyberware on his throat (there is no visible scar left because the skin there is synthetic as well). While everyone just saw some fashionable chrome on him, he would always be reminded of his past and the horrible denouement the first love in his life came to an end. He killed Reva. He had to do it. She would have killed him. One quick hack and she got chipped out of the system. He’ll never forgive himself even though she was lost already. That he couldn’t breach through the wall. That the cybernetics consumed her identity. That he wasn’t able to stop her from becoming cyberpsycho. The only exit was to hit delete.

It took him four months of rehabilitation before he was able to pick up where he left: finishing school and getting his life back together somehow. Once he passed his exams he decided to leave Portland behind and set for a new start in a city far away from the past: Night City. He brought back the happy cute guy he was from before, just in a grown-up version — completely burying the past three years somewhere deep in his mind not telling anyone about it. Nobody would believe him anyway. There are days where he almost entirely forgets about it because life keeps him busy — he started studying marine biology — and he’s thankful for the second chance. He doesn’t try to cling on the past, because he lived right here and now. Yet the memories will haunt him for the rest of his life in form of nightmares — and mantis blades ready for action will continue to remind him and be a huge trigger, when they cross his personal space.

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I wish I could have written in a different view. not only the view of a story teller but also in Vijays view, so it would have maybe more emotions and all. But if I did that I'd spend like half a year on this to get it to a point where I like what I've written and this ist not going to happen.

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#5

Eh why not.  This was actually the first idea I wrote down, and I still like it.  :>

So many reunions have Emmet running up to Ingo and hugging the life out of him.  Good!  I love!  But what if

Need the vague setup of Ingo has Returned.  He is aware that it feels like home, but his memories are still kaputz.  The lingering feelings of having lived years in a haze, building new memories off of nothing and how empty and lonely it was.

His feet are taking him through the streets automatically.  If he doesn't think about it, it comes naturally, but when he notices he becomes lost again.  It is night, few people around, no one seems to be paying him much mind.  It's that time of night where…something is over.  He doesn't know what. (hint: subway shutting down for the night)

Looks up to see a man exiting a building.  Probably saluting a goodbye to someone.  And Ingo just…he runs.  He doesn't know this man, but nothing could stop him now.  There are tears in his eyes because he is so close and he still doesn't /know/ or /understand/ but.

There is a brief flash of eyes as the other turns around just before Ingo barrels into him, hugging him as tight as he can.  The other man is frozen against him, not hugging back, but also not pushing away.

"I am Emmet."

And how that name /clicks/ in Ingo's mind.

"Yes!" he replies, hugging tighter, more tears streaming down his face.  It is Emmet, and now he knows this.

"You are Ingo"

"Yes!"  Louder, because it's true, because Ingo can feel Emmet moving against him, arms starting to raise.  

"Ingo is…here" 

"Yes!"  Because Ingo is home.  And Emmet is hugging him, wailing because his brother has returned.

(Later Emmet can't stop bawling, and Ingo can't stop beaming despite his own tears)

240 notes - Posted March 6, 2022

#4

Ah midnight.  The perfect time to come up with new ideas.

Rather surprised not to have seen this variant myself but!

In which Emmet too loses his memories.  That's it, that's all.  No getting eeby deebied.  Just, when Ingo vanishes, Emmet can't remember where he is, who these people are, etc.  He knows his name, knows something is missing, but that's it. 

And you think it would be easy, right?  All these people around him are there to remind him, there's so much physical proof of the memories.  Except he can't retain the information.  Yes, he'll listen intently as Elesa explains their history together.  He'll get flashes of familiarity.  He'll look away from her face for just a moment, and by the time he's looked back he has no idea who he's looking at again.  Sometimes the memories stay longer, but it's disheartening.

Emmet also keeps wandering off.  He knows something is missing, but he's just so uncomfortable staying in a place he does not recognize.  So many people paying him attention, claiming they know him, and yet his mind remains blank.  He does not like the sensation of being nothing, when he has no memories.  All he knows is he needs to leave, to search.

How long do they try to keep him there?  A few months, perhaps.  Most specialists agree that being around familiar faces and places might help with his missing memories.  There's also the issue of the missing Ingo.  Everyone assumes that's what Emmet insists he's missing.  But like the rest of his memories, Emmet has no memory of his brother.  

So after the months of a disheartening lack of progress, of Emmet returning to this blank slate after every conversation, they just…let him leave.  There's no one really with the authority to make him stay, and the one most interested in his well-being…

It's been the roughest time of Elesa's life.  She's lost both her best friends, even though one of them is right in front of her.  She tries to hard to keep a positive attitude, to keep hoping that /this/ time Emmet will remember something, that a clue to Ingo's whereabouts will be found.  But she's at the end of what she can handle on her own.  Skyla has been as supportive as she could be, but Elesa /missed/ her honorary brothers.

When Emmet goes missing /again/, she runs after him, as she always does.  Tracks him down, where he's already on the outskirts of Nimbasa, steadily plodding his way along.  Her heart /breaks/ when he turns unrecognizing eyes on her, and she snaps.  She's done with this. 

(In the back of her mind, she'd noticed.  Notices that Emmet would remember the occasional traveler he ran into, since the Incident.  It was subconscious at best, but it led her to her current actions.)

Maybe she or Emmet have a pocket knife, or just some cutting implement.  She grabs it and hacks at her hair, cutting off the long tresses.  She tosses aside the coat that she treasured, and she grabs at Emmet's jacket.  She's not /Elesa/, no.  She's Ella.  Just a trainer.  Just a traveler.

And Emmet…doesn't forget that.  He starts talking to her again.  Remembers meeting her on the road.  So long as she doesn't connect to anything that was "Elesa", he doesn't forget.

She hadn't intended on leaving her life behind.  Still, she doesn't regret it.  At least this way she can still help and support Emmet.  She can still look for Ingo.  

The Nimbasa Trio is gone.

(With obligatory they absolutely do find Ingo and restore everyone's memories.  Happy endings are a must.)

263 notes - Posted March 23, 2022

#3

Let’s do another one then.

So I definitely have a habit of daydreaming where a fanfic might be going, or where I wished it would have gone instead.  That happened recently I think in combination of reading We Will Always Have Each Other and Detours so...yeah.

So many fics have someone "talk sense" into Emmet instead of letting him rush to his brother's side.  And sure sometimes they do let him rush over, but it's usually somehow more local, not across continents or anything.  So I guess what I'm saying is I'm going to steal that idea of a local Sinnoh broadcast of "do you know this man"

And boy howdy, did they not expect what happened next.

See, people have been looking for a hint of Ingo since the disappearance.  You have the important, high up friends, reaching out to other important, high up friends.  The search didn't go too far out of Nimbasa and the Unova region, but there were some people who were aware of what happened.  But more importantly, trainers, adventurers, travelers.  They most assuredly know, and travel the globe.

It starts slow.  A friend calls a friend in Unova, passing on a link to the news segment.  Word spreads quickly among the people as excitement builds.  Could it be?  Some gym leader pings the local gym leader, asking if this wasn't the brother they'd asked them to look out for so long ago?  After that word travels to Emmet immediately.

And there's no pause.  There's no stopping.  No one needs to be told, no one needs to ask questions.  Emmet just starts running out of the Subway, coat flapping behind him.  In the streets people are starting to gather, starting to make their way to transports, excitedly talking in groups, passing the word on faster and further.  

As Emmet burst out of the subway, there's cheers, cries, encouragement.  People running along side him, clearing the path in front of him, all wanting to help, to be there for one of their beloved Subway Masters.  And the Pokemon trainers rally, those with flying pokemon swooping in and calling out.  Not even pausing to land, just reaching out a beseeching hand.  And Emmet leaps, is lifted, up into their arms and into the sky, a small procession heading for the other continent.

(Behind them, people pour onto trains, onto travel pokemon, any means possibly and begin heading for Sinnoh.  They need to greet one of their own, welcome him back from where he'd been.)

The flight is long, and tiring for a pokemon carrying two.  Others offer to take over, Emmet letting himself fall from one and onto another.  Such a danger they'd normally never allow, but they can't stop.  Not when everyone had been waiting for this moment for so long.

They land at the hospital, and there's no need to ask who Emmet is.  It's wildly obvious.  He's let through, police waved away so as not to interfere, and he finally can reunite with his brother.

There's some roadblocks.  Ingo doesn't remember it all, after all.  How can he slot back into a space and a world that has moved on without him?  But he's there, and that means more than anything at this point.  

Emmet just laughs, incredulous.  What does Ingo mean?  No one has forgotten him.  And outside, people begin arriving, anxious to see Ingo alive and well.  Sinnoh is invaded by Unovians who have waited years for their beloved Subway Master to return.

Have you seen this man?  Yes, says Unova, we have.  And we welcome him home.

342 notes - Posted March 7, 2022

#2

There is a legend in Unova.  It takes place long ago, during the war of the descendants of the twin heroes, when Reshiram and Zekrom tore apart the land after being pitted against each other despite the brothers' reconciliation.  For so long, the region had been torn apart by the battling dragons, until one day, finally, the dragons' rage had settled.  The battlefield was filled with the silence of death, the survivors shaken as they emerge to survey the ravaged land. 

Reshiram and Zekrom turned to the survivors, cursing the ones who'd driven them to this level of destruction.  They were forced to wear the markings of the dragons, physical reminders of the harm they'd caused the region, forever keeping them apart from their fellow humans and partner pokemon alike.  Their features were twisted into parodies of the dragons' traits, faces elongated into muzzles, feathers or fur covering their skin, claws and horns and teeth that were frightening to behold.  

The descendants had retreated, hiding their guilt and their shame.  They'd avoided others, kept to themselves as they passed down the lesson learned, to never let their pride and ambition cause harm to the world.  Over the years, as peace reigned and the descendants continued to uphold the truth and ideals they had learned through the terrible battle, as generations were born, lived, and died, the curse slowly began to wane.  The lesson had been learned, after all.  None of the family line ever held their personal ambitions against another in strife.  

Slowly the physical reminders stopped appearing on new children.  Slowly they were able to reintegrate with the nearby villages.  Eventually the traits only showed up in the rare case of twins being born.  Sometimes it was just sharper nails and teeth, other times it was horns curling out of the fluffy hair.  While it stopped being seen so much as a curse, they were always careful to keep the traits hidden.  Perhaps out of shame, or perhaps just not wanting to deal with the comments and curiosity that would surely arise.

The story continues to be passed down, though none know anymore how much of it was true.  Still, the story lives on, just in case.

Ingo and Emmet were born with wings.

Whether or not the legend was true, they don't have any particular extra powers.  There are other twins in the region, and perhaps some of them have minor tells as well, but Ingo and Emmet definitely have the most dramatic feature.  These days there's no particular stigma about the "curse" either, as it's more of an urban legend that's not taken seriously.  Still, their parents decide it's not worth the trouble of answering questions about it and have the boys hide their wings.

(It's a sort of an open secret.  It's not flaunted, but it is hard to keep two rambunctious children from hiding something that to them is perfectly natural.  So long as no one comments, there's nothing strange about it.  Besides, the boys are delightful, polite and energetic.  How could anyone hate the rays of sunshine?)

—

"Emmet, sweetie, hold still for just another moment," his mother chided gently as she worked his arm into the sleeve of his jacket.  He did his best, contenting himself with rubbing his fingers along the cuff of the sleeve that was already on as she finished fussing with the other arm.  He could feel his wings tight against his back, the jacket wrapped snug around him in a comforting pressure.  

Finally, his mother was satisfied and let him go with a pat on his head, turning her attention to Ingo.  "Alright sir, your turn."  She shook out the other jacket that had been draped over her arm, holding it out to his brother.  Ingo's wings fluffed out as he hopped forward eagerly, then flattened down as he turned his back to her and held out his arms. Laughing softly, she began helping him into his clothes as well.

Excitement bubbled in Emmet's chest.  Today was family trip day.  They were going to go all the way to the city!  There would be so many new things to see!  He bounced on his heels, his arms flapping out at his sides in time with each bounce.  After a moment, his mother stood up and moved away, and Emmet turn his attention back on Ingo.  Like him, Ingo began to bounce on his heels, matching Emmet's movement as they waited for their parents to finish getting ready.

Their jackets were long, reaching down to calf level.  At that length, the majority of their wings were hidden beneath it, easily explainable as a second layer.  Sometimes it was stuffy to wear them, but mostly Emmet didn't mind.  He liked the way they flapped around when they moved, swirling around his legs or flaring if he turned abruptly enough.  

"Alright boys, we're ready to head out," their father said at last.  Finally!  "But first, remember the rules?"  

"Yes!" Ingo burst out immediately. 

"Yes!" Emmet echoed, nodding eagerly.  They did know this!  

In unison, they recited, "Stay together, don't leave your sight, don't take off our jackets, and have fun!"  Ingo was so loud on the last word that Emmet's ears were ringing, but he didn't care.  His face was aching with how big he was smiling.

"Good job.  And if anyone asks any questions you don't want to answer?"

"It's none of their business!" Emmet said, raising a hand high as he laughed.

"Emmet," Ingo scolded.  "That's rude.  We're supposed to go get mom or dad and not talk to strangers."

Their mother giggled, snagging Emmet's raised hand and dropping a kiss on it.  "Well, you're both right.  It is none of their business, but you should come straight to us if anything happens."

Emmet tugged his hand away with an emphatic, "Gross!"  Then he reached out, Ingo's hand meeting him halfway.  He swung their hands between them happily.  "I want to ride the ferris wheel."

"We're ready for departure!" Ingo said smartly.

"Then let's go!"

—

Growing up, Ingo and Emmet got into the habit of keeping their wings hidden under long jackets and the like.  It wasn't that they hated their wings or anything.  Their parents would often take them into the wilderness on camping trips where they could stretch their wings and fly about if they wanted.  It just never interested them much.  It was easier to keep them hidden away from any wayward stares or questions.  

(One of the things they enjoyed doing was preening each others wings.  It was relaxing, allowing them to take care of their sibling and be taken care of in return.  They liked being well groomed and professional in the rest of their life, this was just another extension of that.)

(Perhaps the wings are also why they got in the habit of the Naruto run, lol~  Have you ever tried to run with a pack on?  While not fully equivalent, there are some similarities.  You have extra weight on your back, it's easier and more stabilizing to hook your hands into the straps as you run.  So they don't pump their arms, they keep them steady and don't shift the weight on their back from side to side.)

As they got older, they got better at their disguises, learning how to move and dress to minimize any telltale signs of the wings beneath their clothes.  And of course when they became the subway masters, they designed their jackets to be the perfect camouflage.  The high collars covered the bump of the wings that were above their shoulders, the length keeping the mass of the wings beneath them looking like a feather layer, and the colors matching.

They also devised a new game they could play, that doubled as part of their duties for the subway.  While the open skies didn't call them, the subway tunnels did.  And they did need to do the occasional inspection of the lines, after hours when the rest of the workers went home.  It was actually Ingo who thought it up, though Emmet took every chance to challenge his brother thereafter.  The game was a race, where they were able to use their wings to perform tight maneuvers, propelling themselves forward as fast as the could, keeping the glide for as long as they could before being forced to touch down, going at honestly reckless speeds in their fervor.  

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450 notes - Posted March 24, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

I was thinking about @hoofpeet​‘s latest stuff on Emmutt, as I do when my hands are busy and my mind is wandering.  And I just thought like

What would Emmet’s interactions with Emmutt be like once they return?  Would he be blasé like Ingo?  Would he be angry like Zingo and Chandelure? 

And I feel he is savvy enough with all sorts of pokemon that once he has the real deal Ingo, he can forgive a lot of the bad behavior.  It tips over into the “here’s my horrible pet isn’t he funny” like Ingo does.

However!  I also thought that like, Emmet had a tough time while Ingo was gone.  He struggled a lot, kept going, and got his bro back in the end.  So he’s doing much better now!  Still, that doesn’t mean there aren’t bad days.  Days where the feelings of loss still spring up.

Emmutt has been trying to get back under Emmet’s skin whenever he can, but the brothers are just too alike in how they treat him.  When he notices Emmet looking run-down and sad (and probably sleep deprived, because that’s never good for one’s mental health), he sees an opportunity.  And he digs in deep, almost as bad as that first encounter, hoping to get a good reaction out of Emmet.

(They don’t realize Ingo and Zingo are nearby, the former bristling at the bad behavior, and the latter smug that Emmutt’s about to get a scolding.)

And Emmet just sort of laughs a little, and is like, “You can’t hurt me worse than Zingo did (by accident) when we first met.”  Then he wanders off to find Elesa to sleep on bc that’s what he does to feel better when he’s moody over Ingo’s disappearance.

It’s an instant triple K.O.

Emmutt is insulted to immovability at the implication that Zingo is better at being a hellion than he is.  Zingo is devastated because she didn’t mean to hurt Emmet, she really didn’t!  (He knows this and wouldn’t have said so to her face, at least not anymore.)  And Ingo is shot with the misplaced guilt over his absence hurting Emmet so much.

(Part of this was also because initially Zingo was supposed to torment Emmet, until she turned into the best pupper who tries very hard.  Still, even if it wasn’t intentional, Emmet had so many Issues because of her.)

*hand waves*  Hoofpeet does such angsty things with a touch of humor.  It’s hard to put it in writing, but it’s not meant to be bad, just a miscommunication of errors.

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[inkskinned]

please i love you i'm begging you bring back suspension of disbelief bring back trusting the audience like. i cannot handle any more dialogue that sounds like a legal document. "hello, i am here to talk to you about the incident from a few minutes ago, because i feel you might be unwell, and i am invested in your personal wellbeing." "thank you, i am unwell because the incident was hurtful to me due to my childhood, which was bad." I CANT!!!!

do you know how many people are mad that authors use "growled" as a word for "said"? it's just poetics! they do not literally mean "growled," it's just a common replacement for "said with force but in a low tone." it's normal! do you hear me!! help me i love you please let me out of here!!!

[spitblaze]

[guy who doesnt watch shows voice] yeah ive been meaning to watch that show

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[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Knowledge Revenge.

[alleesaur]

casual blue crab miku doodle

[liquidstar]

i always think abt my cousin in greece who's like obsessed with american culture, bc ill say that im going to a barbecue and she'll be like "wow.... a real life american barbecue... will there be red cups?" you bet your ass there'll be red cups. take my hand. have a hot dog. all your dreams can come true here at the real life american barbecue

[s-aint-elmo]

pass it on!

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[flawlessflesh]

a mermaid duet, featuring our shining stars laios and thistle

[swan2swan]

Whoever conceived and animated this moment, I hope they're doing well and thriving. This is S-rank romance stuff here.

[haunted-xander]

If you skip a meal Senshi will materialize next to you w/ food at the ready

[bookwyrminspiration]

god I would be UNSTOPPABLE if I was capable of consistently initiating tasks. just you wait. you'll be waiting a while but just you wait

[perrieedwards]

i feel like people are skimming over the uk riots in a way that makes me want to tear my hair out. muslims in the uk are in active danger. immigrants in the uk are in active danger. refugees in the uk are in active danger. people of colour in the uk are in active danger. asian communities in the uk are in active danger. black communities in the uk are in active danger.

there are massive far right riots throughout the country right now and people like fucking elon musk and nigel farage are inciting it and still have a platform to speak. people have used three young girls deaths, people's genuine grief in southport, to try and gain traction for their own racist bullshit and it's working.

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a former US president gets shot at and rather than trend himself he causes supernatural to trend instead because everyone is sharing the news via the destiel meme. unparalleled

[creed-of-cats]

"If voting changed anything they wouldn't let people do it-" grabs your face THEY DIDN'T JUST "LET" PEOPLE DO IT, MOST PEOPLE COULDN'T VOTE FOR HUNDREDS OF YEARS. PEOPLE OF COLOR ONLY GOT THE FULL RIGHT TO VOTE 50 YEARS AGO IN THE US, THATS BARELY A GENERATION.

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BEING DISILLUSIONED IS A REASONABLE RESPONSE. BUT PEOPLE FOUGHT AND DIED AND ARE STILL FUCKING DYING FOR THAT RIGHT, DONT SPIT IN THEIR FACE.