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Me: -ridding my activity of bots-

One of said bots: -tries to message me-

Me: DO NOT SPEAK TO ME FOUL BEING! GO BACK TO THE FIRES OF HELL FROM WENCE YOU CAME!!!

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"Down this road he calls to me,

And yet Truth calls from beyond the fog."

Independent, roleplay blog for and FFXIV Warrior of Light/OC. Is oc and crossover friendly.

Penned by Bunny.

Please read the rules, before following.

CARRD.

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BEHOLD! A creature. :3

God. 

Pokemon cafe Mewtwo is so cute. TwT

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Oh gosh, the update arrived.

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-Pokes my head out of piles of art- Hello.

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happy birthday honk

🔮 Now the waterfowl was aware of it!?!? Who was exactly indulging others on this information?

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"Hey, I heard it was your birthday," Somehow, "And I just wanted to say Happy Birthday, I'm glad you were born."

🔮 Soon as the first sentence left his mouth a panic began to rise in Psyche's chest. How? HOW!? The day of her creation was practically known by none, save for clone and those who still remained that were involved with project. Did he coerced one of them into spilling such information? Did he somehow infiltrate one of the humans' headquaters and happened to stumble upon said date? Or did one of her fellow psychics reading dreaded creators' minds ended up relaying such knowledge to Koko? All these unanswered queries buzzed inside head like an angry swarm of Beedrill; tempting Mewtwo to peak into Tapu's mind, however artificial being had done so before and knew from past experiences it would yield only instantaneous regret.

- Then there came his second sentence, which did something very rare. It stunned her to silence.

- Why? Why would he say such a thing? After all she is not the most approachable creature, especially towards him. Quiet was what initially met the Tapu because of this. Then after what seemed like an eternity, she finally spoke.

- "... I was not born in the traditional sense. I was created." Another pause, before she continued. "I do not know how you came across this information, but if you truly desire to curry favor with me you would keep the knowledge to yourself. I would rather not be reminded of it."

- At least he did not approach her on the ACTUAL day.

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I've gotten five ghost notifications in the past hour.

What the heck is up fellas?

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Also side note: I honestly cannot believe my girl is officially ten years old now.

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I would apologize for spamming everyone's dash with M(N)ewtwo bithday content, bUT-

I think it has become a tradition on this blog at this point.

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*places a pink blanket over Newtwo with a card that says "happy belated birthday"

last birthday pic because I wanted to XD

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happy birthday Mewtwo!

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Figured I might as well post this now, since Psyche would be even more insulted if I did so July 11th, which is the day I headcanon for her “birthday” to be. 

I don’t think Newtwo or og Mewtwo would celebrate the days they were “born” on at all, considering that said dates likely trigger only bad memories for them. 

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🔮 Shields raised around her form, Mewtwo was currently inside the lava of an active volcano; attempting to distance herself from every living being possible. As usual during this time of year she desired to interact with NO ONE. The pain of today's date a mere reminder of all the suffering she went through- of all agony Psyche inflicted just by existing.

- She was an abomination; a monstrosity of science. With this in mind it was little wonder why she wanted to rip herself apart and question life's purpose, every now and then. The experiment was a sheet of paper, written by dastardly hands... including own.

- She would come home once this wretched day was over. Afterwards, clone would tread on towards another year.

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🔮 He wasn't responding. This wasn't good. She needed to get him out of this trance NOW. Before he ended up harming someone he adored. Psyche believed she grasped Stein's heart well enough to understand a bit of it. He likely would never forgive himself, should he (intentional or not) harm anyone close to him. Especially Nanako. Stars above know that she wouldn't do so for herself, if in his shoes.

- Teeth gnashed upon seeing barrier crack and energy gnaw it and life encompassing them like ravenous wolves. Alright. This was not working. Looks like the time had come for a more risky plan to be put into play. Problem was younger clone had to get in close. Until now she never seen anything like this, thus mind was uncertain on how it would effect her. Whatever might happen definitely would not be good, if the decay caught by draining tendrils was any indication.

- ... Well, if anything happened at least she would go down trying to help a friend. First though, she needed to get him out of here.

- Keeping what remained of the barrier in place, she rushed up towards it placing her hands on an intact part.

- Psyche used teleport!

- Keeping her focus younger clone teleported Stein and the barrier she put up further away from life. High above clouds, into atmosphere. A jab was felt in her side, like being stabbed by some knife and having it be slowly dragged out. She kept pushing forward though and once they were far enough, sphere shattered and more feminine Pokemon lunged forward.

- Psyche used Wake-Up Slap!

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.

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Psyche's breaking-out-of-the-test-tube-day is July 11th, but you didn't hear it from me-

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🔮 What? I didn't speak into her mind. I'm completely innocent~

#Psyche quietly: I hope you are very rebellious in your teen years

bitch i heard that