#kaelyn-stocktonmil

[mewtwoandme]

Ok so...probably a dumb question, but future Jeo has fur, right? Did that just...happen, or has he always been able to have fur and he was just fine with the hairless cat body?

(Honestly wish I could have anon asked this because again- it feels like a dumb question to ask...)

Lol nah it's not a dumb question ^^

My idea to give Jeo fur was meant to be a visual reflection of his mental state in the future. He really lets himself go. As for an in-story reason, the stress of loss and isolation he goes under for many years probably makes his body undergo a few changes, which includes fur growth

[phlurrii]

We saw in the comic when Meau was absolutely destroying the scientists to find her baby, that when "Steve" escaped...he was carrying TWO jars of something, not one. Does this imply that there is ANOTHER Mewtwo being developed out there? After all, canonically, there are actually two Mewtwo...a "male" and a "female", the female fought the Genesect in that one movie...the male is the one we are more familiar with now...so those two jars, were they just perhaps a bunch of extracted DNA and other components, just in case their first try failed or something, so they had backup components, or does it actually mean that SOMEWHERE, another Mewtwo is being made?

[penumbramewtwos]

So- I'm new to the blog, so please forgive me if this has already been answered...

What happened to Racheal?

She looked like she was still quite young in the pictures you've shown...

You're all good m8, and welcome to the blog ^^ It's humbling to have people come across it and want to know more!

Rachael in her 60's still looks like she would be in her adult years mostly due to better skin care and healthcare in the future. some of the shitposts I've made with her, she's been younger but sometimes older. The photo of them together in the comic, she's probably 40ish. (I do have to make it a habit of marking her age more often lol) The more unsatisfying answer to her age is: When I designed her, my art skills weren't (and still probably aren't) capable of aging her up in a fashion I was happy with, she was stuck in an uncanny valley. I'll retry it one day soon :> but I'll stick with the skincare lore XD

In regards to what happened to Rachael? (assuming you mean what was her cause of death?) I can give the vague answer (below) or the nitty gritty truth under the 'keep reading'. Spoilers for that one (as it's meant to happen in the fanfic).

Rachael was severely poisoned when battling Okita's creator (Professor Drake) and her Deoxys. Rachael and Okita were trespassing in the early hours, before they were caught and a fight broke out.

Thanks for the ask! [spoiler content under here]

Both Rachael and Okita were sneaking into Professor Drake's mansion to retrieve documents to prove that Aunuran mewtwos were created by her, to incriminate both her and Team Helix Rocket. Rachael was both severely poisoned by an enhanced poison jab from Deoxys. In an attempt to save her from Deoxys' attack, Okita used her black hole attack for the first time in battle, hitting both of them; breaking their bones in the process. The difference being, Deoxys are immortal, just like mewtwos.

That leads into the events that are 'dreamt' up by Okita in the first chapter. :>

[husk-not-whiskers]

Starter for @kaelyn-stocktonmil

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It was a late night. 𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 outside. The night was a quiet one. Not a soul was awake in the hotel. Save for Husk and possibly ꍏ꒒ꍏꌗ��ꂦꋪ

❝ Fuckn’ asshole. Keepn me up till the crack a dawn. Aint nobody fuckn’ her- ❞

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐑 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐃. It was almost ˢᴵᴸᴱᴺᵀ if Husk hadn’t had ̶T̶̶H̶̶O̶̶S̶̶E̶ ̶D̶̶A̶̶M̶̶N̶ ̶C̶̶A̶̶T̶ ̶E̶̶A̶̶R̶̶S̶ there was no way he could’ve caught it.

❝ Who the fuck is there? ❞

a single tooth was revealed under a subtle 𝐒𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄

[phlurrii]

Ok...we've seen what happens when you piss off Meau...TWICE. ...I'm TERRIFIED of what it's going to look like when you piss off MISSINGNO...and yet, I wonder what it would look like, but I'm not curious enough to have a fate similar to that kid that got QUITE LITERALLY INCINERATED ALIVE (TO ASH). I'm staying away, thank you very much!

Noe’s arc is just one long… “you done fucked up” and Meau knows it… and she does something knowing full well what that goofy goober is capable of ;>

[phlurrii]

A force field...how is little Deca already doing something like that, even if they are technically SOMEWHAT fully matured, their markings anyway...since it failed, they definitely have a long way to go, but the question remains, did Meau and/or Noe sense Deca using their powers in such a massive way? It is...somewhat implied in Mewtwo Strikes Back, that Mew was acting on a whim, because they sensed the powerful storm Mewtwo created...hinting that Mew can sense high levels of power from other Pokemon...if this IS true of Mew, surely it would make sense of Meau at least to have a similar, if not same or even advanced version of this power...so...did they feel what Deca did?

Deca might just be starting their life as a ‘conscious’ being, but that lil cretin has a LOT of power. Technically they’ve been eating anomalies as long as Meau’s been creating life. So they’ll be a bit more mature for their age and quite alot more powerful then they should be. It’ll even out as they get physically older.

In regards to sensing it… if Deca doesn’t want anyone to sense them, or in this case bother anyone, they’re able to do so. (Meau’s own words ended up backfiring) This is primarily due to not being a living being, so their powers are quite different in origin then those who are living organisms.

Think of it like glitches in code, if something breaks and a code executed wrong, you normally don’t get a gut feeling somethings off nor can you usually see it. It’s only when everything stops working so you realize you’ve messed up. That can be immediately or hours in before it becomes clear.

Missingno. can do this too, but this is their first time with a baby like glitch entity; no one’s exactly sure what their able to do versus not ;>

[husk-not-whiskers]

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@/mielles-lounge

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@/alastor-radiodemon (blog has been deleted)

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@/vox-no-longer-a-box-tek (blog is currently inactive)

🂲 𝙱𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚄𝚙! 𝚃𝚅 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚢 🂲

🂲 𝙻𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍… 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙? 🂲

[husk-not-whiskers]

The cat 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐓 closer the sound, eyeing his surroundings carefully as she spoke.

“I ain’t gonna fuckn have to do shit if you just get out from wherever you’re hiding ”

“Avoid the spotlight” 𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆. Husk knew that well. All too well. Could this new comer be like him? 𝑳𝑶𝑺𝑻 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑮𝑶𝑻𝑻𝑬𝑵 in hells history?

She had somewhat given up on any chance of hiding from something like this at this point, sighing and leaning her back against the front door of the hotel and sinking down to a sitting position, her knees brought up and resting her arms on top of them, her tail resting at her side.

She DID know that it was an expression…the muttering came from the fact that he had heard her…but it WAS still surprising. She’d been called plenty of things when she’d been spotted by a random group of thugs and creeps from time to time…”pretty” was not one of them. In any way, shape, or form of the sense.

She let out a defeated sigh before responding.

“Well, go ahead…wake up the Princess of Hell and have me questioned or…whatever she’ll want to do or ask me.”

She muttered.

“Not like I’ve just been trying for the entirety of my centuries of my afterlife to avoid being in the spotlight…”

[husk-not-whiskers]

Husk froze for a second.

Did she 𝚂𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙾𝚄𝚂𝙻𝚈 care that he called her voice pretty? Did she not know that was an 𝙴𝚇𝙿𝚁𝙴𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙾𝙽? Was she new to hell?

❝ I- I’m sorry? ❞

The cat 𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃 his ear at the sound of the rattle. If he wasn’t so shocked, he would’ve 𝐈𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐘 ran to where he now knew she was

She hadn’t realized she’d said that out loud, so of course she ended up smacking herself in the head- stupid! Afterwards, she took a deep breath and tried, emphasis on ‘tried’ to turn herself invisible like she’d learned…unfortunately, she’d also learned the hard way that the ability was fucking useless if she felt stressed or cornered. So the best she got was her scales flickering in an attempt to darken to match the low light and her surroundings, before they immediately turned back to their blinding bright white color…the worst night to be albino in her entire afterlife.

”Knew I should have broken the habit of talking to myself while it was still new…”

Wait a second. ‘Pretty’?

Her tail rattled nervously below her before she stomped on it to make the noise stop, stifling the yelp she wanted to let out…didn’t mean to stomp that hard…ow…

[husk-not-whiskers]

𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝

❝ Yeah. And I don’t know that pretty little voice of yours either. ❞

Husk put the glass he was cleaning down on the bar counter.

This behavior was… unusual for Husk. He normally wouldn’t care if the hotel was being broken into. After 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐒 𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 and the death of his dear friend Sir Pentious, he was a little less 𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐋 at the moment

The bar cat began to walk towards the sound.

She’d been inside the hotel a couple of times. She knew Alastor, though not by much aside from what she’s heard, and what she saw after the defeat of the Exterminator angels…one could say she was a fan, but in reality, she saw someone to relate to, as strange as it might seem. She’d gotten friendly enough with Alastor that he occasionally left the front door to the hotel unlocked some nights in case she got into a bit of trouble. And, as usual, trouble usually found her, though she never looked for it. So when she rounded the corner to the hotel and dashed up the steps to the new hotel, slipping in as quickly and quietly as she could, the last thing she expected while she had her back pressed against the door was to hear a voice that WASN’T Alastor…

“Shit- don’t know that voice, think Stalks, think!”

She had said that out loud, in a hushed tone. She’d been alone in Hell longer than even Zestial had been, so she started talking to herself, sue her!

[kaelyn-stocktonmil]

Her tail rattled at that for a moment, before she stopped it, letting out a huff.

“I’m not too sure I believe that…but by all means, prove me wrong for the first time in centuries when it comes to what other sinners want from me…I’m kind of hard to miss, even in this low light…over here. I don’t know how you missed the albino reptile sinner sitting with her back against the front door like some kid…”

She was admittedly kind of hard to miss.

She had somewhat given up on any chance of hiding from something like this at this point, sighing and leaning her back against the front door of the hotel and sinking down to a sitting position, her knees brought up and resting her arms on top of them, her tail resting at her side.

She DID know that it was an expression…the muttering came from the fact that he had heard her…but it WAS still surprising. She’d been called plenty of things when she’d been spotted by a random group of thugs and creeps from time to time…”pretty” was not one of them. In any way, shape, or form of the sense.

She let out a defeated sigh before responding.

“Well, go ahead…wake up the Princess of Hell and have me questioned or…whatever she’ll want to do or ask me.”

She muttered.

“Not like I’ve just been trying for the entirety of my centuries of my afterlife to avoid being in the spotlight…”

[kaelyn-stocktonmil]

She had somewhat given up on any chance of hiding from something like this at this point, sighing and leaning her back against the front door of the hotel and sinking down to a sitting position, her knees brought up and resting her arms on top of them, her tail resting at her side.

She DID know that it was an expression…the muttering came from the fact that he had heard her…but it WAS still surprising. She’d been called plenty of things when she’d been spotted by a random group of thugs and creeps from time to time…”pretty” was not one of them. In any way, shape, or form of the sense.

She let out a defeated sigh before responding.

“Well, go ahead…wake up the Princess of Hell and have me questioned or…whatever she’ll want to do or ask me.”

She muttered.

“Not like I’ve just been trying for the entirety of my centuries of my afterlife to avoid being in the spotlight…”

She hadn’t realized she’d said that out loud, so of course she ended up smacking herself in the head- stupid! Afterwards, she took a deep breath and tried, emphasis on ‘tried’ to turn herself invisible like she’d learned…unfortunately, she’d also learned the hard way that the ability was fucking useless if she felt stressed or cornered. So the best she got was her scales flickering in an attempt to darken to match the low light and her surroundings, before they immediately turned back to their blinding bright white color…the worst night to be albino in her entire afterlife.

”Knew I should have broken the habit of talking to myself while it was still new…”

Wait a second. ‘Pretty’?

Her tail rattled nervously below her before she stomped on it to make the noise stop, stifling the yelp she wanted to let out…didn’t mean to stomp that hard…ow…