#mew inquiries

[hylianmewmew]

If u were to start that hypothetical MiphZel fic, then a prompt could be that zelda keeps leaving things at the domain during official visits, so she has the excuse to "warp" back (maybe the sheikah slate is only at "1 warp per day to the towers" bc the shrines haven't been activated yet idk but oh no looks like zelda has to stay the night at the domain while the slate recharges 😏)

Or link keeps trying to set up his (insert familial relation here) zelda with his good friend mipha. so he keeps setting up group "hang outs" and then either has to cancel bc he got hit by a horse(which i imagine he'd do just bc I think in his mind he kinda has to or its an actual accident (but ONLY AT FIRST muahahhaa)) or bc "something else came up but oh no u guys should totally watch that meteor shower since u both r there what a weird wacky coincidence that it happens to take place at a heart shaped lake"

EEEEEE ok i love both of those so much i actually have yona do the same thing to sidon and link at the beginning of maybe i do LOL

i love a good friend set up of a relationship that was bound to happen but this makes me so excited????

link is definitely the kind of person who will cause positive chaos and mayhem like hes gonna maybe get in an "accident" to make sure zelda gets with her probably long time crush (mipha)

[hylianmewmew]

this seems so fun

things to think about for characters

do they have allergies?

what foods will they not touch?

what kinds of music do they like?

how are they around new people?

do they speak in an accent?

have they tried learning a new language?

how many languages do they know?

what is a song that will always make them cry?

how do they cry? heaving? silently? sobbing?

how do they dress? for practicality or fashion?

what is the first thing they notice about a stranger?

what is their humour like?

do they have scars? what caused them?

do they wear jewelry?

are they a frivolous spender or a miser?

do they prefer luxury or practicality?

who would they quote?

what could make them change their mind?

who is the first person they'd call?

how are they around animals? do they have pets?

what is their favourite childhood food?

what is something they've never told anyone?

childhood friends?

what are habits they've picked up from other people?

what are their guilty pleasures?

what is something they're staunchly against?

do they speak a certain way? do they use contractions? popular turns of phrase?

can they fall in love? what does it look like? does it differ between people -- friends vs family?

what would they rather die than do?

what is their biggest mistake? one that they look out to never do again.

[charliemwrites]

Men At Work - Part 3

I know this has been a little slow to start, but things should progress a little more quickly from here. I wanted to establish some of the groundwork for this weird dynamic they all have but unfortunately, these men don't know the meaning of slow, even in my own head.

No Content Warnings

“How are the repairs going?” you ask.

It’s just Nikto today, returning your Tupperware from dinner the other night. He’s covered head to toe once again, all that’s visible are those glass blue eyes. One way mirrors - hiding everything beneath the surface.

They remind you of… something. 

Hmm. When you figure it out, they’re sure to make an appearance in your next novel.

“On track,” he answers in that sharp, staccato way you’re learning is just his way.

Unfortunately for him, that just makes you more curious. You know it’s a bit obnoxious - you’re not entitled to information, you know that. And most of the time you curb the inquiries tapping at the back of your teeth. But he’s in your house, snuggling your traumatized cat. If he’s got a problem answering casual questions, you’re certain he’ll have no problem letting you know.

“You’re redoing the whole thing?”

“Most of it. Foundation is good. The rest - дерьмо.”

You don’t know a lick of Russian, but you can guess.

“Good bones,” you hum in understanding. As if you know anything about construction. “That helps. When do you think it will be done?”

He shifts, sharp eyes flicking between your busy hands, the door, and Rasputin holding him lovingly hostage.

Little guy is currently perched on your shoulder, face buried against your collar in abject despair that his bestest friend hasn’t come to visit. Shithead is poaching (or attempting to, anyway) the sandwiches you’re assembling. So far, she’s only swishing her tail, biding her time. You’re keeping an eye on her.

“Two months. Three if any of us are called.”

You hum, reach for the tomatoes. It’s only because you’re looking at him that you notice the slightest twitch around his eyes. Beneath his mask, you’d bet he’s scrunching his nose.

“No?”

“I will eat.”

You leave the tomatoes off. Guy mews sadly, you tilt your head to press a kiss to his little ear.

“So, two or three months. Krueger said you’ll move in then.”

“Da.”

You top the sandwiches with a final slice of bread and turn to the oven. Spin back just in time to catch Shithead’s paw reaching for Krueger’s designated sandwich. Nikto eyes the plate of brownies in your free hand; you bite the corner of your mouth to keep from grinning.

“What about the yard?”

Nikto tilts his head. If he didn’t give the impression of a particularly large predator, you’d call it cute. As it is, even spiders and snakes endear themselves to you somehow.

“What about yard?”

“Any plans for it?” You sneak an extra brownie onto Nikto’s plate. Reward and apology for wrenching conversation out of him. “Grass? Trees? Flowers?”

He blinks. Just once. Some sort of intuition tells you that even that behavioral tic is a big social step for him.

“No.”

“Oh, uh… gravel then?”

“We mean no plans,” he corrects.

“Oh! Alright, I suppose that’s a long way off anyway. There’s still so much work to do on the inside.”

But it does get you thinking. What even goes into fixing a house? And how do they know all this stuff? The electric, the insulation, the… whatever else goes into a home. Is it just Weird Things they picked up from the military?

You stare contemplatively at the house’s exterior as you walk the plates across the street with Nikto. (Ras is riding on his shoulder and Guy refused to detach his claws from yours. You fear for the state of your home with Shithead left behind, but neither you nor Nikto had a spare hand to wrangle her with.)

Nikto practically kicks the door in, shouting for the others as he goes. Guy chooses that moment to start crying - uncanny sense for appearing pathetic as possible.

Konig must hear him halfway down the stairs, because the steady boot steps get faster after a moment.

“Oh, bubchen! Why are you sad? What has happened?” Konig coos, nearly running to your side.

Of course, now that he’s gotten what he wanted, Guy’s volume lowers. He makes a pleased little “mrow” and slinks off your shoulder and into Konig’s reaching hands. You’d call him a traitor but you’re a damn sucker for a big man with a cute animal. 

“You two are ridiculous,” you laugh, setting the plates on the counter.

It’s already been replaced since last you saw it. Black granite, very sleek. You like it. (Which of them installed it? Nikto? You usually catch glimpses of him on the ground floor.)

“He is a baby, Biene,” Konig protests, “he must be treated like one.”

“He’s already five!” You reply, like you don’t have a papoose for when your hands are too full to snuggle him.

“Did I stutter? I do not think so. This is a baby.”

You have to turn away to hide your laughter, pretending that taking the foil off the lunches requires your full attention.

Krueger steps up behind you while you’re not looking. The heat of him is what alerts you, the only reason you don’t jump when his rough voice comes by your head.

“Where is the Shithead.”

“Hello to you too, Krueger. How is your day?”

He grunts and reaches past you, trying to snatch up a brownie. Without a thought, you slap at his hand - balk at the sharp whack sound it makes. He jerks his hand back in shock.

“You deny me my dearest friend and you attack me in my own home.”

You spin on your heel, mouth already open. False start as you realize he’s even closer than you expected. The height difference doesn’t seem like much until you’re eye level with his neck. You untangle your tongue and ignore the smirk growing at the corner of his scarred mouth.

“This is barely a house, never mind a home,” you scoff.

He snorts - that smirk turns to a full blown grin. A little crazed. Unfortunately, that makes it more attractive. (And the bastard probably knows it too.)

“You insult me too, now.”

“Sure, but I brought you food.”

He flicks his eyes to the plate behind you and arches a brow.

“Bring me the little Sheisskerl and I will forgive you.”

You tilt your head to the side. “Go get her yourself.”

What the hell did you just say? Inviting a man into your house unaccompanied?! You may not be a true crime writer, but you know better.

You still don’t take it back.

He locks eyes with you, gives the distinct impression that he knows exactly what you just thought and he’s amused by your obstinance.

“Fine.” He reaches past your hip. Smells like sweat and something that reminds you of heat. Solder? Certainly not anything you’re used to. “Behave, eh? Konig is easy to take advantage of.”

You snort and glance at Konig over his shoulder, who’s glaring now. (Somehow no less intimidating even with Guy nuzzling at his mask.)

As Krueger turns, he takes a big bite of brownie, humming appreciatively under his breath. You shake your head, then turn to Konig.

“If you want to steal one of his sandwiches, I’ll look the other way.”

Konig barks a short, sharp laugh of surprise. It startles you a bit, but not enough to wipe the grin from your face. You know he really means it when he sounds like that.

“How are the bathroom repairs going?” you ask.

“They are going well!” he answers. Then launches into an in-depth explanation of all the ongoing projects. Replacing walls, rewirings, outlet and light installations. What doesn’t go over your head is almost too fast to understand as his accent thickens with excitement. You nod along anyway, because you asked, and he’s stupidly endearing - big muscular man getting a bit squeaky while he rambles about pipes.

He barely even notices Guy’s little paw reaching until it’s shoved into his open mouth. He sputters as you burst into laughter, gently tucking Guy’s arm against his chest.

“Why would you do this?!” he asks, only to receive a slow blink in response.

“He’s saying you need to eat,” you giggle, nudging Konig’s plate.

“Oh, that’s right! Thank you for the lunch!”

Barely a couple bites in and you hear the door open again. Krueger stomps in with Shithead bundled in his arms, one hand under her bottom, the other around her tummy. She’s got her head tilted all the way back to chirp and chitter at him.

“Why are you carrying her like that?” you ask, choking back a giggle. 

“It is how she wishes to be carried.”

You blink at her - but sure as shit, she’s perfectly content being held like a child’s toy.

“Well good luck eating like that.”

“You won’t feed me?” he leers.

“I don’t want rabies if you bite me.”

His laughter is even harsher than Konig’s. You like it instantly.

All that’s left is to hear Nikto’s.

Agatha is outside when Nikto walks you back home.

(Krueger huffed that he had too much work to do for the day, but he would see you for dinner. While you were still blinking in shock at his self-invite, Konig transitioned Little Guy back into your arms. All the while grumbling at Krueger’s impatient German.)

She scowls as she notices your two-person parade. Nikto’s juggling Little Guy and Rasputin; you’ve got a firm grip on Shithead and the stack of dirty plates. You snort a bit just thinking of her paranoid comments about them being bad men. Sure, they might be in some ways, but it’s a hard sell when Ras is trying to lick at the edge of the mask around Nikto’s eyes.

“Afternoon, Agatha,” you call, just to be petty.

“When is your fiance coming by again?” she calls back. “Such a lovely young man.”

Your mirth dries up in an instant. “I broke up with my boyfriend four months ago. I thought I told you.”

You did. You know you did. Because she’s a nosy pain in the ass that was asking about your Easter plans with him (trying to invite you to church once again) when you told her that you left him. She’d even fussed about it at the time, saying that there’s hardly anything that can’t be healed with time and understanding.

(It was only your commitment to your own privacy that kept you from asking how much time it takes to smooth over someone cheating with your cousin.)

At your side, Nikto grunts. You glance sideways at him, wondering what he must think.

But his eyes are on Agatha. Even Rasputin has paused the grooming routine to narrow his one eye at her.

“Is this the one that looks in mailbox?” he asks, louder than you’ve ever heard.

Loud enough that she hears. And flushes redder than the poppies in your flowerboxes.

“That’s her husband, actually,” you answer. She sputters, and an incredibly immature bolt of satisfaction suffuses you.

He grunts again. Eyes her up and down. “Maybe we leave surprise for him next time, da?”

You press your lips together, but it does nothing to prevent you from grinning. He’s deadly serious, though, which somehow makes it even funnier to you.

“Maybe!” you reply in a tone that really means absolutely.

Nikto shuts the door on her face before Agath can get out a threat to call the police.

“You’ve got a petty streak,” you say, grinning at him.

He tilts his head. “You like.” He doesn’t even sound sure if it’s a question or a statement.

“Yeah,” you giggle, “I like it.”

He grunts and takes the plates from your hand. “We wash. You think about dinner and revenge. Da?”

You plop yourself onto a stool by the kitchen counter. “Da.”

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[tht0nesimp]

Yan! HxH reaction to a neko darling...

cw nekos dont have rights really (legally, yes, but no one really cares) ,collaring, sedation, degrading behavior, infantilism, torture,dumbification, abuse, mentions of death, overstim, pt2 eventually coming, mentions of declawing, shock collar, killuas and gons will get their own series probs...

Just lil scenarios, most of them are punishments- fem pronouns but not necessarily a girl

Neko idea comes from: @i-killed-a-prostutute but the scenarios arent very similar... you should go see their posts with killua if your lookin for softer content

killua, gon, illumi, feitan,uvogin, shalnark

Killua:

"Baka" he said indifferently, his nails getting ever so slightly sharper until he feels like they're sharp enough for what he's about to do..

"So cute..." He scratched at your tail with his sharpened nails and watched you recoil. Your tail was already swishing much to your own dismay as well as killuas delight watching your tail try to escape his sharp nails

"Stooop!" You begged him "Bad neko" your mistake hits you rather quickly-you spoke english- "Mew" the shameful noise made you cringe but it was better than the torturous sensation of his nails on your overstimulated tail

"Thats better" his nails finally retracted, his hand removing itself from your tail; relief washes over you as you collapse onto the cushiony couch that rested behind you with your tail hopefully out of his reach for now. He quickly grabbed his phone, sitting next to your trembling form before calling gon. the phone only ringing for a few moments before gon answers the call "Hey" killua sounds slightly interested

"Hi!" gon exclaimed happily from the other side "How is your neko doing?" he inquiries gleefully "She's adjusting okay" killua says nonchalantly, as if he wasn't torturing you with those god awful nails just a few minutes ago

"How about you, gon?"

Gon:

You couldn't think, you tried to keep your thoughts in tact but its impossible with the way he's messing with your fluffy ears. Gon put his hand on his chin like he was thinking about his answer to the question "How are you doing?" he smiled innocently at you while you looked back with pleading eyes pricked with tears "Too much, bad" you spoke quietly, slightly surprised you could still manage to speak english in your heavily drugged form

"She's doing fine, are you sure these drugs are supposed to make her this tired?" killua takes an angry tone "Are you petting her as well?" gon smiles cheekily "Duh!" he exclaims happily before he seems surprised that killua is practically screaming at him "Thats why, you baka!" killua gets a little calmer "I'm about to try them on my neko after the call anyway" gon makes excited noises and pets your ears even faster

Gon smiles "Alright, remember, be nice to your neko!" gon warns him and killua just laughs "I'm always nice, isn't that right?" killua asks his neko jokingly; his neko just hisses at him in response.

"Alright, well, im gonna have to punish my neko for a bit, ill call you after" gon and killua say they're goodbyes, gon pulling you into his lap once the call ends

"Did you like that?" he questioned, his hands drifting towards your already overstimulated ears his expression getting a bit more disappointed when you shake your head "oh well, we'll get you out of that skittish neko behavior quickly" his smile was worrying, but the fact that his hands rested on your ears again was horrifying

"Sit still" he commanded, slightly annoyed at how your squirming on his lap but he manages to wrap his legs tightly around you to atleast keep you from running. "Thats better, now, i dont think ive tried your tail yet" the innocence in his voice remains, even as he reaches for your tail

Illumi:

"This behavior is strange for a neko" he spoke coldly as he stared at your form cower away from him, a collar around your neck of his own doing. "If you do not behave, i may be forced to bring you over here" his expression remained blank even through the slight annoyance slipping into his voice

He motioned you over, the threat still hanging in the air, the tension finally breaks when you approach him. "Good" his lips twitch upward in a ghost of a smile

"Sit down, if you would" you sit wearily on the small floral couch, the nearly vintage pattern was a bit comforting to look at but it didn't distract you from the assassin sitting next to you no matter how hard you tried to just focus on running your fingers over the slightly faded florals etched into the fabric

"Would you like some catnip?" there was a small bag of catnip laying on the end table next to illumi, which he quickly opened and poured a small amount into his palm before holding his hand out to your face

"Oh." he tilts his head a bit before grabbing your jaw, the catnip eventually goes into your mouth before he holds your nose making you swallow after about a minute "Perhaps do not resist next time" he spoke without malice, but with a hint of teasing implications

The catnip slowly entered your bodies system, causing you to curl up in order to try and calm yourself down "Im going to observe you, do not resist" he poked your ear gently, inching closer

"good neko" he smiles at your trembling form

Feitan:

"Bad" his voice rang through the dungeon-like room, the shock collar buzzing once more around your neck "f-Mmm" for someone who didn't believe you should speak english unless he gave permission, he certainly wasn't making it easy not to curse or scream instead you had to hold your tongue and just keep meowing

"Bad girl" he knew what he was doing, he knew that he was making your mind crumble a, he knew that this was pure torture for you to have that collar on as well as being degraded

"Get over here, or this is going to continue" you scurried over to his lap like your life depended on it, sighing of relief when the collar finally stops shocking you; He gives you a look before pulling you slightly closer

"Stay still" you gulp, but you remain still for him, desperate for mercy or at the very least praise

"Mm" he gives a hum of satisfaction as he runs his nails down your tail and scratches the base of your ears "good" he feels you relax a little bit, smiling when he does

"Your so lucky your cute, otherwise i would have broken your legs and pulled your claws out when you tried to scratch me"

Uvogin:

"PUT ME DOWN!" you screamed as uvogin held you by the scruff of your neck like you were a kitten "Nah" he says indifferently as he kept you a few feet off the ground

"Please?" you stopped your thrashing for a moment, waiting for him to hopefully put you down "Hmm, are you gonna run?" you sigh and shake your head "Eh" he throws you onto the nearby carpet with a loud thud as your back meets the floor

"Ow..." you mumble and dig your claws into the carpet a bit to steady yourself, lessening the drop, "Oi, dont mess up my carpet" he glares at you for a moment

"I think feitan can declaw you anyway.." you whimper "P-please dont!" the shame was piling on hard at the stutter in your voice and the desperation he could see on your face

"Than keep your claws away, ill get you a damn scratching post" he groans a little bit and you hear him slam the front door as he exits the room

Well, at least you'd have something to sink your claws into

Shalnark:

One fucking catnap, without his prying eyes, was all you wanted at this point. He was always recording you but it was so much more intense when you would do anything that most would typically consider to be "neko-like" which was already degrading enough without his phone shoved in your face while you try to sleep

He wouldn't listen, after all, have you ever listened to a cat just because it meowed? "Go away" you mumbled as he sat watching you like a hawk

"I'm gonna brush you after that nap" he smiled at your reaction to his threat "you prick!" you exclaimed, still tired, grooming was nearly impossible with shal because he constantly wanted to have an easy way of punishment-And boy, he knew how much you hated that goddamned grooming brush- Alas; he was not in the mood to be consoled about this

"Jerk" you closed your eyes, slightly thankful you atleast got to sleep

"sweet dreams.." he took a picture of your sleeping form..

[book-of-legends]

( @gholdengodaily ) Mac @ Sirius: "Sorry for the intrusion, couldn't help but over hear your talk about this 'Universe Gate', stuff and I gotta say, you've got me curious. Why were these universe gates made to begin with? These a new thing 'round here, or've they existed for awhile?"

"It's a pleasure to finally speak of something I've studied so extensively, Well... to someone who's actually interested in it, unlike that butterfly creature." "I enjoy questions, after all, I wanted to become a university professor and I was going to become one, but unfortunately, the stars had other plans for me."

"As for your inquiry, the universe gates are not new. They're very old, older than me, perhaps... even older than my mother, Lunala. That is to say, they're hundreds and thousands of years old." "They were created during the deity war. I believe during that time Lunala and Solgaleo didn't have their own realm yet. They were merely stardust wandering within Xerneas' own Realm. Please do not quote me on that however, I'm an engineer, not a historian. From what I was taught, they were created so Arceus could wage war on the other gods."

"As the story was told to me... Arceus, The Creator and God of All was quite upset their creations began, well... creating. At first, it was The God of Distortions, Arceus's banished kin who upset them. They had created the gods Xerneas and Yveltal to rule the soul realms. But then from there, those two gods further gave life to their own creations, the minor, sub and demi deities that rule us today." "Arceus was isolated in the God Realm at the time, they knew not of this and when they found out it sent them into a rage. Because of those two giving life to new deities, their title was no longer 'The Creator' that belonged to Xerenas and Yveltal. Instead of accepting this, it chose to wage war on the other gods, and well That was the start of the deity war." Journey quickly butted in at the mention of Arceus, "Seer, you're telling it all wrong! That's not what happened!" They huffed. "I should know because I was actually there, unlike your dumb nerd books and mom."

"The Deity War was a dumb war between BOTH the gods and the mortals!! It was the gods and their magic users! Arceus only asked me to create the portals because of that! You know!"

"So they ordered a meeting between the major deities, them, and me of course. Because I'm way more special to them than both the mew and... whatever their name was. I got to watch the whole thing!"

"I think I did too good of a job because after I showed them..."

"Guess they didn't need me anymore..." Journey's smile quickly shifted into an annoyed look. "I dunno why! I was like the best demi-deity any god could ask for! I always did what Arceus told me, I always created what they wanted me to. I was perfect! Ugh." They crossed their arms. "Sometimes I wanna go back to the God Realm, but Lunala said I live here now because... 'Your god didn't actually care about you Journey, Blah blah blah!' Yeah, yeah! Sure. If they didn't care why was I super important to them! Hm!?" Sirius gave the Hoopa a look of pity and concern, they didn't seem to care or notice.

→ Journey appears to hold Arceus in high regards? For some reason?

[ Ask from @gholdengodaily & @borealis-siblings ]

[phlurrii]

Okay, so I already asked this in a reply, but that was mostly just a thought moreso. In the comic part where Mewma/Ancient Mew is talking to Ody after killing the kid, it seems like Circe is talking to her through Ody? Is she talking through Ody? Or is Mewma starting to be able to sense her and talk to her telepathically?

(Also, if she/her isn't right for Circe, I'm sorry. I'm still catching up on everything. I came to the Ancient Mew party late. /lh, g, nm)

Circe isn’t talking through Ody, no, but she is asking the same exact question! Meau is just able to sense her now that she’s outsides Deca’s barrier! Circe knows the only other mew Meau saved is her mother, so when she finally was able to tap into Meau and she hears her mother mentioned… it’s no brained that her and Ody end up with the same exact inquiry to what went on there.

As from Circe POV, she thought her mother was saved. That’s what the scientist say, nobody being aware that Bucket/Mew ended up comatose following the botched procedure ;>

And she/her is fine with Circe! Dw ^^

[pokeconspiracy]

An inquiry trainer, do you know of any conspiracies surrounding me? I haven’t heard any myself but I’m sure there’s plenty. -MewTwo

(@a-champion-of-stars)

Oh, hey Mewtwo! Yeah, there are plenty, but one that caught my eye in particular was the Team Rocket theory. According to this theory, Team Rocket created you using Mew's genes, and they also added their DNA to complete it as well. I think Team Rocket did have a hand in creating you, but I don't know about the DNA part...

[theredstargalaxy]

helloo, new mutual! i'm waving so much! o/

you all seem really cool and i just wanted to send an ask to enquire about anything any of you might want to infodump about. i love to listen and learn about anything and everything under the sun, so don't hold back!

thanks in advance for your time!

Hello there, friends! Thank you for the follow, and this lovely message! We appreciate that you're here with us!

There are many things I could infodump about; so many that, if I were to dabble in all of them, we'd be here for years. So, I'll pick one subject, and give you some knowledge on it. The question is: What should I talk about?

How about something I've been familiar with for twenty odd years: Pokemon?

I'll begin this infodump with a question: What Pokemon is the first one? For some, this is a question they may know the answer to on the basic level; it's just an innocuous inquiry with no real reason to be all that deep. For those well-versed in the Pokemon canon, this question is, in fact, quite vague, and even can be seen as a trick. Allow me to elaborate.

In Pokemon, there's this nifty little device called a Pokedex; a device that holds data on every Pokemon you encounter on your journey. Every monster is sorted numerically. In Pokemon Red, Blue, and Green, the Pokemon with the number 001 is Bulbasaur, the grass type categorized as the Seed Pokemon. This makes it the first Pokemon in the Pokedex.

In the Pokemon mythos during the franchise's early days, there was only one Pokemon that was deemed the creator of all others. A Pokemon that, somehow, avoided scientists for decades up until the events of Red, Green, and Blue. This creature was the subject of many a playground rumor when these games were still fresh. And before you ask: No, you can't find it under the truck in Vermillion City. You can, however, find it with another method--I'll get to that later. In terms of the question asked above, this Pokemon was canonically the very first, and the creator of all other Pokemon. The monster in question is, of course, Mew.

However, there is still one other Pokemon who has the right to claim that title. This monster was the first to be created by art director Ken Sugimori, appearing in the earliest documented concepts for the game. It was also the first to be programmed into the games when development began. This Pokemon is none other than the Rock/Ground type, Rhydon.

Now, for that method I mentioned earlier. Back in Pokemon Red and Blue, a programmer at Gamefreak added Mew at the last minute, which not only angered Nintendo, but could have completely broken the game. The first Pokemon games weren't exactly all that stable; it was less like a well-built home, and more like a hut put together with toothpicks and glue. So, as you can see, the last minute addition was a tad dangerous. However, as you are already aware, the game launched without a hitch. But, our little, cat-like friend was nowhere to be seen-- until someone discovered it years later, in 2002.

This method to finding Mew is fairly complicated, and requires the use of the Trainer-Fly glitch. This particular glitch occurs thusly: When encountering a trainer that's looking south, you have exactly one frame to press the Start button before you're dragged into a battle. If you successfully pressed Start, then the main menu will pop up. You can do one of two things here: You either go to your party, and select a Pokemon that knows Fly, Dig, or Teleport and use that move to flee. Or, you go into your bag and use an Escape Rope. Once the move or rope is selected, you will be transported away from the trainer. This makes the game think that you've started a battle, which causes certain data to be read incorrectly. Once you've successfully done that, you can move on to the next step: Battling a different trainer. You can't simply walk up to a trainer; you have to be approximately one or more tiles away for this to work properly. If you're too close to the trainer, your game will softlock, meaning you'll have to reset your console and restart the process. After you battle the trainer, you'll have to Fly back to the location of the one you fled from. Then, the game will call up a prebattle text box with the ID of whatever text that was previously seen-- which should be the start menu. Once that pops up, close the menu and a battle will start. Depending on the special state of the previous Pokemon you fought, a random Pokemon will appear. If the previous monster's special stat was 21, then you'll encounter Mew. I suggest finding a trainer with a Shellder, or Slowpoke, whose special stat is 21.

There are two methods that you can obtain Mew with. However, if I were to go into detail about those, then we'd be here for 94 years./j So, I'll end it here. If you'd like to know more, I suggest using Bulbapedia or searching it up on YouTube. Thank you for reading this entire infodump, friend!

[mewinaterminal]

A digital Mew is sleeping inside the computer!

What is your first inquiry?

[castigatinggospel]

hey kankri do mew want to smoke catnip with me tw drugs tw cats

...Is that y9u Meulin?

Well...while I appreciate the usage 9f la6eling the triggering t9pics within this inquiry y9u kn9w my stance 9n recreati9nal drug usage. Even if it isn't as harmful as 9ther int9xicants it still is harmful f9r the 69dy and I will take d9u6le death 9ver inhaling such fumes int9 my 6ell9w sacs.

So.

N9 thank y9u.

[hylianmewmew]

Hello!! How are you doing? What have you been up to?

hiiiii!! im doing ok as far as my chronic health issues will let me lol things have been ok so its not a big problem right now

ive been watching magic knight rayearth while im crocheting and im so so obsessed with it umi is a fave for sure

ive also been working on my fics! my au has been a big thing for me and im feeling like the 1st fic is nearing completion!! but ive also been working on an albw zelda centric fic 'all the words i cannot speak' its a hilda x zelda fic that focuses on zeldas recovery from being tortured by yuga during the events of albw <3

how are things with you?

[muppetjokernumpurr33fan]

[S] ==> Nepeta Leijon: Try out the weird nerd app

ugh.. is this thing working?? hello??

hell- oh!

:33 < HELLO!!!

im nepeta leijon (DUHH!!!)

idrk how this app works so sorry if this is a bad intro post or i act dumb.. LOL X3

im gendpurrfluid and abroromantic. i dont have yhe enfurgy to explain them so purr just gma have to search them up xp

he/she/they/it/pretty/princes/dude/bro/pesterchum/kitty/paw/fur/tail/ear/catnip purronouns but those r just meow mainz.. i use any fur both avfurage and neo!!

im in a moirallegiance w equius, and i have flushed f33lings fur karkitty and fefuri!! f33l fur33 to send in asks abt them :3 some of meow othfur furiends might come in and anspurr too!!

dni: basic, gamz33 kinnies (mew know what mew did ^ò^ó^), anti homestuckies, anti self shippurra, cringe cultfur enthusiasts and anyone of the sort, anti shiftfurs, anti altpurrhumans, anti therians, steven univfurse fans, coffin of andrew and leyley fans, danganronpa fans, anti objectum, non troll lesley gore fans, anti lesley gore, if mew dont know lesley gore, if mew hate vriska but defend eridan or gamzee, gamzee likers, eridan likers

meow fandoms r homestuck (duh? im nepeta!!), omori, and fnaf!!

will quit typing purrk while dming if asked <3 speaking of which dms r open!! no cr33ps tho bc mew WILL be put on blast

meow tagz: art - doodles, talking - meow!!! mrow!!! mrrp!!!, reblog - regurgitated hairball, asks - [S] Nepeta: Answer their inquiries, furiends - meow best furiendz <3, quadrant stuffs - shipping wall, crushes - same as quadrant stuffs + dear diary

aaand thats it i think?

BYE!!!!!!! ^>w<^

[jiwachi]

snivy for the pokemon asks :3

fuwa fuwa inquiry recieved!

avaaaaaaaaaa

sorry for taking so long to answer bestie (つ;ω;)つ you know i’ve been at the beach with sucky internet -ω- anw let me find the original post aaa…

okay, top ten pokemon? HMM

AVA always asking the hard questions fufufu

a lot of these you probably already can guess ;w; not in any order!

eevee, skitty, oshawott, jirachi, snom, sylveon, hoppip, dratini, mew, spheal! (つ´ω`)つ💖💗💖 is that too much i can’t count ;w; i love way too many pokemon waaah ;w;

thanks for the ask!💕 *spams you with cute pokemon gifs (つ´ω`)つ*

[ask-a-wooper-n-mew]

(@sendinganew ) Anew chuckles, “Oh you can’t get rid of me that easily. There’s a story here, one you don’t want to repeat and one I’d love to hear. It’s clear you’ve lost something, a mistake you don’t want to repeat. But what does this wooper truly mean to you? Do you truly love them as your own child or is your care simply an apology for the past?”

Athena froze after hearing such inquiries from Anew.. She couldn't hold it back... Tears began flowing down Athena's face as she heard Anew speak.. Fury and rage, swelling up inside of her.. Her eyes now red out of rage... Athena snapped back around, pinning Anew onto the ground..

"How dare you f*****g even show your face in my presence- FIRST if all! Second- How DARE you accuse me of not loving my DAUGHTER! I love Marcy with all my heart and soul! I will keep her safe, at ALL COSTS NESSESARY!... Regardless- Completely regardless to the past... Regardless of any mistakes I may have made- I love Marcy.. And NOTHING will change that... Now go away.. I won't tell you again.. And if you do come back, I'll have a wonderful story to tell you... About the Mew who never survive going six feet under... And you don't want to know what happens in the end..."

...

[@sendinganew]

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