#moral construct

Send "Plushie" for Emmet to fund his wedding to get a cute plushie as a souvenir from TeraFest'23 ( @moral-construct )

"I am Emmet! I would like to remind you that Darkrai is still banned from the Battle Subway! But not from this booth!! Thanks for your order and for being here! I love you!"

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Send a ✏️ and I'll share a scenario or plot I want to explore.

KICKING DOWN THE DOOR--OH DO I???? I HAVE SO MANY IDEAS, NOT MANY WOULD WORK BUT LET ME THROW.

Things to keep in mind: Emmet and Cyrus' worldviews could mesh well. Emmet agrees that the world is imperfect, and his hatred of gods would make him inclined to agree with Cyrus' actions on using gods to achieve a perfect world.

These are more... feeling-based, rather than action, but action could be built upon them;

The Devil's Train: (Big inspo) What if Ingo never returned from Hisui, and Emmet sought Giratina to get answers. And since a part of Cyrus' soul is in Distortion World, he could tell Emmet trespassing into it? An unlikely pair who could become partners-in-crime, and even if they do not take direct action, Emmet would swear loyalty to Nivalis/Cyrus after the initial interactions, and would act as his right-hand man? Let's get this bread (recreate the world).

Pushing the Limits of Time: my Em is connected to Dialga and Reshiram, and what if this connection was literal? What if Nivalis could connect the dots that Em is actually a fragment of Dialga (and Ingo is of Palkia), and could push this to his advantage, and achieve control over time through Em as the proxy (and perhaps control over space too) ? Em thinking he found a friend in Cyrus, but slowly pushed to limit and reconnecting with the godly aspect instead of fulfilling Dialga's wish to experience being a normal human. The happy/carefree man could be broken down to get access to real power >:3

We Go Way Back: WHAT IF... After Emmet ran away from home, Ingo and Emmet ended up with Team Galactic --they had literally nowhere to go, and suffered enough to buy into the idea of perfect world and how emotions sucked. I think Em would be 18 when Cyrus was defeated? We could have plot for Galactic days, or post-Galactic where Emmet 'befriends' Nivalis, not realizing who he actually is. Just... Nivalis connected to a loyal soldier from his past, while Emmet is conflicted or kept in dark.

Karma Is Real: A different take to Em being born of Dialga's wish to be human-- what if Emmet and Nivalis' tracks met often due to all the Galactic shenanigans prior, and Nivalis cannot get rid of this smiley headache-- and maybe does not want to end contact due to realizing what Em is before he notices. (Yes I am rotating my Dialga!Em in my mind and I want to throw at Cyrus.)

I just adore Nivalis and want Emmet to bother him and serve him, whether as a happy distraction who could learn so much from Nivalis, or as a soldier >:)

@moral-construct​ / @lea-khena​ ASKED:

Weavile somehow got back in time through one of these weird distortions happening throughout Hisui and before even trying to understand what was going on the instinct to sew chaos got the best of him and pushed him to seek shelter in a nearby heavy merchant bag which happened to be Volo's own very bag. Well this was comfortable. That travel through time and space sure had exhausted the small pokemon and it decided to take a nap hidden in the multiple items and blanket.

   Once he was ready to go again, Volo put his bedroll on top of his backpack and strapped it into place. Lifting the bag onto his back, he frowned and wondered when it had gotten so heavy. It felt like it had almost doubled in weight, but surely that wasn’t possible. He must have been tired, that’s all.

   For the next hour or so, he went about his business as well as he could, but his back and shoulders began to ache. He also noticed that Arcanine was following him much more closely than usual, sniffing at his backpack.

   “ Miss Arcanine! You know that’s not where we keep the food... ”

   But she wouldn’t quit, so Volo decided to stop for a rest, letting his bag slip gently to the ground. After rolling his painful shoulders a few times, he threw Arcanine some beans. That would usually distract her, but this time, she continued to hover and fuss around his bag. With a sigh, Volo withdrew Arcanine back into her ball.

   I must have put something in here that I shouldn’t have.

   Volo removed the bedroll and set it aside for now, so that he could open the top of the backpack. He immediately caught sight of sharp claws and a red-crowned head. The shock was enough to make him stumble backwards, until he tripped on a tree root and fell squarely onto his rear.

   For a minute or so, Volo sat where he had fallen, too stunned to move. He was sure he’d just seen a Pokémon in his bag, but what was it? Why was it there? He reached into his satchel and took out one of his team’s Poké Balls, not checking to see which one he’d grabbed. It didn’t matter. He just wanted to make sure he had some protection, in case the mystery creature decided to attack.

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steals your blankets

Smash or pass

Cyrus had been sipping on his drink quietly, a sugary cocktail which the sweet melted on his tongue. The man had only arrived half a hour ago, and had kept himself quiet, purposefully choosing to avoid highly crowded place. On the corner of his eyes, he finally saw him. Looker. Busy smiling and discussing with other people. The source of his strife.

His eyes locked themselves on the detective. Filled with a certain hatred he was himself unaware. Cyrus made no move to approach the other man. They were a few meters away, a distance which made it so they were not that obvious to each other but if Looker would turn his head his direction, he would notice the intense blues glaring at him. Cyrus swirled his drink leisurely. He would not shy away from Looker's presence but clearly the man was deeply unhappy to be forced in such festivities.

He felt the intense stare on him, so he glanced in the direction it was coming from. He paused in his conversation. Was that... he looked fully at the observer. It was him. He finally decided to show up. And show up he did.

Never before had he looked upon the man as he was now. The suit was striking. Evoking the beauty of the night sky; one that you could not look away from. And Looker did not look away. Even with the piercing gaze that accompanied Cyrus.

He excused himself from his conversation and made his way over to his irritated guest. He could tell that this whole situation git under his skin. Perfect time to pester him.

"Well, better late than never. You did decide to come. I was beginning to think I would have to come drag you here myself."

Send a “❗” to force the truth out of my muse. No limits. Ask whatever.

"......mattering. helping. Being able to walk away from a situation and seeing that somebody is more relieved. glad that they had a fun time, and it wasn't as hard as they feared. protecting and teaching them while still respecting them. being......a better person than whoever hurt them.