#misanthropecopy

[gooselullaby]

None of them have to worry! She's not going anywhere.

[telekinetiq]

[currently possessed by traumatic nightmares but if he wasn't he'd wish Psyche a very This Day Doesn't Exist And I Will Not Acknowledge It]

[gnzma]

♦ ((God.))

guzma assigned kin word [ ACCEPTING ]

"...who."

[meistoshi]

♦

first word associations.

" protect " .

[mxstball]

Painting a broad brush of the relationship between trainers and their Pokémon is a little... misguided in my opinion. I am afraid that I will have to disagree with your... "advice".

[turojo]

@misanthropecopy answered:

LIST OF SCENARIOS

🔮 One thing Mewtwo could not stand was scientists. Too often they presented some of the worst humanity had to offer. Blinded by their accomplishments or desires, they had little regard for the connections forged with others. In the pursuit of becoming renowned or making their mark upon history, they disregarded many living creatures sentiments and thoughts. Even when they DID manage to achieve their lofty ambitions, said sect of humans would boast about them ceaselessly- thinking themselves better than commonfolk. Yet without the masses, they themselves would fail to be extraordinary. It was truly infuriating to behold. Psyche would know, as she was a victim of their cruelty and callousness.

- Spotting the scientist's form at a distance inside paradoxal realm known as Area Zero, Psyche's tail swayed and her eyes narrowed. She cared not the reasoning behind his appearance here, but the man's past alone warranted her immediate ire. - Anyone who worked on THAT project, would be subject to her judgement. She would ensure it.

- There were no words to be exchanged betwixt the two, as the use of psychic slamming him into a nearby wall suggested they were passed conversation. When he looked up, dazed from sudden violence Mewtwo would be there; levitating above him with fluctuating tail. - She should destroy him, right there and now.

Ah. He wasn't careful enough. Curiosity be damned he supposed between the sharp shocks of pain rocking through his body. That had to be a force of 1000 or more newtons Mewtwo had just slammed him with. Not enough to break anything (hopefully, he's definitely more the 'fragile researcher' type ) but enough to get the point and quite a few scrapes and bruises through his suit.

« ' At least let me leave you my notes on the paradoxes here before you kill me. They require special care. ' No words needed. Turo would reach for thought instead. He knew this Pokemon; a psychic homunculus born from incredible breakthrough genetics .. and just as incredible wrath. They had history. Perhaps Mewtwo was here to hunt down each and every scientist that worked on their project. It could not be satisfied with just the team working on the island.

This...is the very same Mewtwo that destroyed the New Island lab so long ago, wasn't it? Had to be.

« ' Everything here is locked to my biosignature only and requires a heartbeat. No amount of mind prodding or force is going to help you or the Pokemon stuck here. '

[ghetsis-a]

♦ ((Hmmmmm))

"Success."

He only needs to collect his project.

[skullkxd]

✏️ ((I’m fairly curious. :P))

Mewtwo: I left instructions for everyone while I'm gone.  Ree: Mine just says "Ree no."  Mewtwo: I want you to apply it to every possible situation

[timid-plumber-archive]

@misanthropecopy

Luigi caught something out of the corner of his eye. A movement, something purple. He turned to see what it was, but nothing was there. Still, the faint rustling of the grass suggested he hadn't been crazy. Something had moved. And that something wasn't just a breeze casually blowing through.

"H-H-Hello?" he called, eyes frantically scanning the area around him. "W-Who's there?"

"Ifsomeone'stherepleasedon'teatme."

[dinomites]

@misanthropecopy | 🌟, 🌺,✨,💖

Thank you!! I'm still going absolutely wild about what you said about my portrayal of MK! It makes me so happy I'm doing him justice! As mentioned earlier, he was a muse I was nervous about picking up!! But my son!! my boy he is here.... and I love him so much that I really want to get a lil lego figure of him.

[chaserainbows]

@misanthropecopy replied to your post “"Here's your daily reminder that psychics aren't...”:

:3

​"Right, my bad. I forgot to specify."

"Psychic humans aren't real. Unrelated, but has anyone told you that you kinda look like a keychain?"

[gooselullaby]

… If she desires it, Psyche will let Nanako cuddle with her too. Hidden Mewtwo can afford to stay up for the night. ( @misanthropecopy )

She absolutely would LOVE to cuddle her auntie!

[telekinetiq]

♦

THE FIRST WORDㅤ⊱ㅤaccepting

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ❮ ㅤally. ㅤ❯

[chaosworthy]

+ | x |

     {➹} – IT HAD BEEN A FEW years since the hero had to run to such an extent. It wasn't a tiring task by any means. not in the physical sense, but mentally...he was annoyed. It was a jaded thought, but why was it always humans who seemed to cause the biggest ruckus when they saw him? Just once he would have liked to have a regular conversation with a group of them. Not run from an angry mob.

Yet, there he was, running through his surroundings with disagreeable strangers trying to do Chaos knew what. He wasn't going to stop long enough to find out.

Arrow was only vaguely aware of the fact that he didn't seem to be alone in his endeavor. It was hard to miss the purple aura that seemed to flash in and out of the corners of his eyes. He spared only a glance toward the source and found yet another strange creature. Just like the ones accompanying the humans who were shouted nonsensically at him.

Part of him was grateful for their presence, and another part was skeptical. Regardless of his current predicament, the hedgehog wasn't one to harm innocents, be it humans or alien creatures. He didn't think for a second he couldn't shake them if he really needed to once he got a lay of the land, but it would have been a lie if he said he didn't feel some relief in the way the other seemed to dispose of them as they went. He still felt some pang of guilt, but it was minor.

Until each and every one of his pursuers were lifted and thrown unceremoniously across their surroundings. Efficient, yes, but unnecessary cruel as well.

It was the only time he stopped, scarf for a moment fluttering behind him as he turned to look at the new arrival in full. He couldn't place what they were, only that he had certainly never seen anything like them. In appearance or powers, and he jerked as a voice sounded in his head. Intrusive.

"You're not wrong, I'll give you that much..." Uncertain if he was supposed to speak out loud or not, he opted for it anyway with a careful tone. After sparing a glance around, he frowned. "So this sort of thing is normal? This place needs a different welcoming committee if you ask me, the current one leaves a lot t' be desired."

| @misanthropecopy

[bxtonpxss]

@misanthropecopy​ from [HERE]

“You think so huh?” He responds with a giddy tone at her words. Having only posed the hypothetical question due to a random bout of boredom, but it was always nice to know Psyche liked him just the way he was. 

He grows quiet after a moment and then tries to imagine himself as a Goldeen or a Caterpie. If he were a Goldeen, he’d probably just be swimming around all day in his lake or whatever body of water he’d reside in, maybe ramming trespassers with his horn in a manner similar to how he’s seen actual Goldeen and Seaking interact with Pokémon and humans alike that got too close to their territories. 

Hmm, being a Goldeen seems pretty boring now that he thought about it. What could he really accomplish being stuck in water all day? His mind wanders over to being a Caterpie, now Caterpie would be interesting because at least then he was more mobile on land and he could shoot string shots at his opponents. The most boring stage would probably be Metapod, he’d be stuck literally hanging in a tree until he evolved. Thor makes a face at the thought. Meanwhile, as a Butterfree the sky was the limit. Free to come and go as he pleased with nothing holding him back.

“Ehh, yeah thinking about it now.... I think I like bein’ myself too, but I guess it doesn’t hurt to wonder sometimes.”

“What about you Psyche?” Thor rolls over to lay on his stomach, propping his chin on the top of his paws and grins at her with a curious shimmer in his eyes. “You ever wonder what it’d be like… bein’ somethin else? C’mon, humor me. If you could be anything, any other mon than a Mewtwo, what’d you choose? It doesn’t even hafta make sense, just pick whatever you want!”

[telekinetiq]

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ in truth, Stein hadn't even meant to fall asleep ; he was in the middle of meditating, to gain some amount of rest and peace while remaining mostly conscious and aware. what exactly had transpired to lead him to this position, one could only speculate … but ever since the synthetic had become aware of this eldritch abomination that stalked minds and dreams, he too barely slept, allowing only micro-naps.

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ there's a pause in action and movement as the barrier coalesces around him, and the younger clone calls his name. the invisible tendrils of negative energy, that which drained the world around him of life, could be seen only by the effect they'd have on the barrier.

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤstrength honed in to the front tips, like venomous snakes they latched onto the barrier and drained it too, to drill fractures into the obstacle barring their way and slithering free to begin feasting anew. granted, it was still a significant improvement over wanton, unobstructed absorption, the sleepwalking psychic's bloodletting of energy was confined to a much finer radius.

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ her voice carried like sound underwater, leaving the most minute vibrations in his nightmare-ensnared mind which spiraled like being trapped in a whirlpool. if Stein could hear her, it didn't show— whether aimless or following some unseen lure, the elder continued to drift forward : the path of carnage much narrower thanks to the barrier, but also more intense for the victims unfortunate enough to be caught in the energy-draining sniper.

🔮 The sleepwalking does not go unnoticed by Psyche. She felt blackened presence stirring; something wrong happening as he slept far away from the other Pokemon. Since this enigma of an enemy seemed to thrive off of nightmares, especially those possessing a psychic flair both Mewtwo deduced it was best to keep a distance from their kin as they slept so they might not infect others potentially. Though in truth, more feminine clone scarcely slept these days.

- The moment eyes witnessed unintentional draining of life, she immediately took action. With a bright light she shifted into a smaller form, and created a barrier around him. A psychic message was sent towards every Pokemon in vicinity to stay back or run and keep others away. However it was evident that he NEEDED to get out of this trance swiftly.

- She had to lure the elder somewhere with little to no life, then wake him up. Psyche understood that doing so to a sleepwalker could be risky, but in this case Mewtwo believed it warranted.

- "Stein!" she called out, hoping to reach him. "Stein! If you can hear me follow my voice!"