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Impulsive 3AM doodles of The Blorbo Ever (Blind to All but Gold Emmet [cryptid variant of WtST])
warmup of The Blorbo, stars I haven't drawn him in weeks
"This is my blorbo, I love him a lot. Can you tell?" (yes that is the Family Guy death pose he's doing)
"Well well well, if it isn't the consequences of my own actions"
Arrow pointing to Emmet: "Hasn't slept in ~ 2 days
Arrow pointing to Emmet: "Stood up too fast :<"
POV you are Kamado at the Temple of Sinnoh and the Weird Guy you banished and his death ghost fire weasel have Had Enough
I need to figure out how to harness my sleep-deprived 3AM self's innate creative drive and aim so that I can use it during regular, healthily-awake hours
Hiya!! You said you wanted an ask? Hmmm what about the cryptid Emmet au? Where Emmet is vibing doing his own thing while Akari and Rei follow his tracks in confusion because he is doing their job??? What is he doing?????
Does Emmet become like a folktale legend in this au???
(also sorry if I haven't responded/interacted in a bit the Fog ™ is real hahaha Orz)
Thank you for existing!! All the luck to you in defeating the Fog ™!!!
Hi! Thank you! ^^ Ough, the Fog is so real, you're correct. orz
Emmet is doing a lot of things in the Cryptid variant, including but not limited to quelling nobles, terrorizing the local pokemon populations with his slightly-overleveled team, and trying to ignore the fact that he hasn't received human touch in an increasingly long time. And of course, as always, he is doing his best.
As for what else he's doing? Well. It just wouldn't be an installation in the series if someone didn't get hurt at some point, right? :>
I wouldn't say that he becomes a folktale, but maybe a bit of a legend. He's a bit spooky, and tends to avoid people unless he's quelling Nobles or befriending the Ride Pokemon (also referred to as Nobles in my fics, admittedly). When he eventually leaves Hisui, his presence remains in exaggerated stories children from the Clans and Jubilife share with each other, as well as in a few records put down for posterity's sake -- Professor Laventon's diary tells the most about him, and even that remains relatively vague, with his name left a mystery in order to prevent any Time shenanigans from happening should someone come across the records in the future.
I hope to touch up on more of the other characters' POVs, especially the little twins'. Not that there won't be bits from Emmet's POV, but a lot of it is turning out to be Akari and Rei.
Also, my estimate for the wordcount of the fic -- currently titled Blind to All but Gold -- has noticeably gone up, so despite the results of the poll, I'm heavily doubting that it will be a oneshot. ^^;
Thank you so much for the ask! Don't worry about not interacting too much lately -- the Fog is an insidious thing, and when it hits, it hits. I hope it leaves you alone soon, though, and I hope you have a very good day! Thank you again! ^^
(Blurb under the cut! Mild cw for blood and implied injury)
The Gabite all but glowered at them, claws buried in the snow, and all Rei could think was of how it was a dragon-type, it was weak to ice, yet here it was, tenacious and strong enough to weather what should have killed it.
Chimecho tilted itself, sending a warning series of chimes.
There was something on the dragon's front, he noticed – something painted along its tightly muscled, scratched-up chest – it was darker than the red already there, gleaming in the faint light.
The Gabite lowered its half-raised claws down and to the side, exposing its front. It rumbled, stepping back into the shadows, and neither of them dared to breathe.
It came back, shuffling the snow before its feet, claws still held harmlessly down and away. Its tail lashed behind it as it shuffled just a bit farther into their light.
It was blood that was smeared on its front. Patchy and dark, but unmistakable in the better light and in its viscosity.
Raichu’s ears lifted slightly, and the Gabite shuffled back. Then forward again. It swung its head around, twisting, and they could see its tail swinging an agitated arc in the snow, kicking up powder heedlessly.
It looked at them and keened, and Akari let out a breath, Rei doing the same.
