playful!

...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.

“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.

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.

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?'

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.

behold....baby

behold....baby

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.