playful!

ind. sel. mew 

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Can you please reblog this if you’d want to interact with a returning mew of the Pokémon franchise? Thanks!!

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The pink feline sits down randomly on a step with a soft “plop” as to where she lands. She stares. Pursue? 

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The psychic type mewled in response, wiggling a little in excitement. Oh gosh, the more excited the human was the more Mew got. She clapped her paws together happily and did a somersault in the air, giggling. 

At the mention of food, the pokemon nodded vigorously before moving her hands in a way that seemed like she was asking for food or for something. Her tail flickered behind her. 

[ghxst-type-queen]

@plaayfull has visited the sanctuary!

...Wait, what? Loreley rubbed her eyes, taking a moment or two before looking back at the pink creature in her home. Yep, still there.

This...Had to be fake, right? With all of the Ghost Pokémon roaming the grounds, it was entirely possible that one little prankster was pulling some sort of trick on her. It’s been done before (more times than she’d like to admit to) but never this...Believable.

“...U-Um...Hi?” She offered a tiny, meek wave of her hand as a greeting. “You’re not...You can’t possibly be Mew! ...Are you?”

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“Mew.” 

Mew’s mouth gapes open, the pink feline lifting her snout just a little so that the ‘o’ her mouth formed was visible before the pokemon mimicked the human, waving her little paw back at the ghost type trainer.

Followed by this was a couple of giggles and then Mew excitedly zooming around in her spot, restless.

[mirxge-mind]

@plaayfull

What is that?

He recognises the small shape, but nothing else. Not white, but pink, bot familiar but strange. He isn’t sure of it, and already he is on guard.

Could it be?

Impossible. They all said Mew was long dead.

“Who are you?”

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“I’m Mew, isn’t it obvious? Surely you would know of all Pokemon.” This musing is followed by an acute giggle and the pokemon tilts her head to the side at Mewtwo’s confusion.

[diamontha]

Starter for @plaayfull

It was a nice, warm day. There was not a single cloud in the perfectly blue sky, and the sun shone down on a certain Champion.

Diantha had a soft smile on her face as she enjoyed the feeling of the breeze in her hair. She was standing on her balcony, looking at the horizon, before she was distracted by something.

Whatever caught her attention looked like it was quite small, and a soft pink colour. Its eyes were blue, and looking at her.

'A-are my eyes pulling a joke?'

It couldn't really be Mew, could it?

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Mew had a habit of shocking people. Sure, it was a legendary, sometimes considered a myth in many places. But it was still a Pokemon-- a living creature that just wanted to live and play and have fun and see new sights--all that jazz. So when people did see it, reactions were usually like this.

“Mew.” It purred softly, approaching the champion with a tilt of the head. 

[tsukiakarinoniji-archive]

Anonymously or not, send “How To Care For” instructions for my muse

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behold....baby

yes that’s a mewtwo plush sue me

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behold....baby

yes that’s a mewtwo plush sue me

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where’s my mewtwos at

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siblin’/?? hugs!

[hirespokemon]

1997, Kagemaru Himeno, Ash and Pikachu find Mew, published in the September 97 issue of CoroCoro Comic to promote the first ever Mew distribution.

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behold....baby

yes that’s a mewtwo plush sue me

[ncrmallcy-deactivated20191015]

Hello! Brand new RP blog for a Pokemon OC here. She’s a Normal-type specialist that’s a lonely cynic, who craves human companionship (but can never seem to make lasting connections with people). Please like/reblog this if you’d like to interact with her, it’d be greatly appreciated.

❥ about / rules.

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“Mew....mew mew mew...mew mew.” The Pokemon coos, as if trying to explain herself. Kanto was her home but she liked to look around, see the sights, meet new people and see new places. It made life worth living. Things constantly evolving. Changing. 

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Mew nestles up to the gir’s hands and rub her cheeks onto Hima’s digits, seeming to enjoy the....deluxe petting, she’d say.  

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Mew mewls in response, as if trying to reply to the human, maybe asking a question in her own little way. The psychic type looks through the binoculars with bright blue hues and when they see a close up of the professor’s face, they giggle and retract, waving their arms happily around them.