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i have placed chao outside of my room bc various pieces of paper w/ink drying have been placed around my room
she is outside my door doing her best miette routine
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Is... Is this you rn..
meoooooooow
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high noon viktor
high noon viktor
#heis coming#HE'S COMINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG#AURUHUHUGHUGHUGHURHGJHSFkjDHSAFKJDSKAFJBDKSLAGFDJKSLAGHUIFSDAGHDJSALFH DSJAKFDSJAKLGADKLSFBDS#bon.docx#MROWR!!#gif of cat going crazy party wild
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environmental storytelling
#enemy team resigned !#(<- blatantly stolen from my baby brother who is funnier than me)#sorry for being league on main#mrowr :3c
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beastiez 4ever
#lemonverse#bill#mod#others ocs#my art#want to draw them more but. tch. sleepy mode activated#bright colors#filler kitty i was going to draw them meowing at eachother but my drawing skills failedme. have i mentioned i think they meow at eachother#bill is prob pretty good at it hes got a pretty realistic meow but mod just says meow in different tones and they just go back n forth#mrowr... mrowrp? meew meow mEow...#these may look like sketches but these all infact had sketches beneath them!!! drawing is hard!!!
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i'm such an eepy silly boy :3 a silly eepy catboy :3 mrowr
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Last one I swear-
Vergil stimboard?
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Of course bro!! And don't worry, you can request as many as you like. Mrowr, I love doing these, especially for other people, and especially my friends!! (And I like this lad, he seems like a cool fella to kin!!)
-Sillyboy
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#request#stim blog#stimboard#stimblr#stimmy#visual stim#vergil#vergil dmc#vergil devil may cry#devil may cry#kin#kinnie#fictionkin
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Chuuya why are you so mean? All I did was meow at you and you called me a bitch
~ @catzai-osameow
mrowr :)
#bsd rp#bungo gay dogs#bungo stray dogs#bungo stray dogs rp#cat chuuya#bungou stray dogs#bsd roleplay#bungo stray dogs roleplay#chuunya nyakahara#chuunya rp
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@anounceofbirbs liked the Starter Call!
" You look-a like you could use a pal, buddy." The cat-dressed man ended off with a cat-like 'mrowr' to accentuate his.....everything in this moment. The guy before him seemed odd. He didn't look off but there was this strange feeling in the air around them.
#ℳ ➙ “It's-a me~” | IC |#ℳ ➙ “No woman can resist the charm of a Mario.” | Starters |#anounceofbirbs
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"Earth Angel" (Vash x Wolfwood)
This is the fic I'm working on for the @vashwoodbigbang! More chapters will be coming over the next week, but this is the first one. I'll also be reblogging it with a link to my AO3 if you want to subscribe for the other chapters.
Cut is for length, but also this story/chapter contains suicidal ideation and suicidal thoughts, so just be aware.
Prologue
As far as plans for suicide went, Wolfwood thought it was pretty solid, but he hadn’t imagined how much work would go into preparing for it.
He cleaned up the shelter first, because it was empty that night, empty since that afternoon when the cops came and shut the place down while he was meeting with the bank, like the pigs had been waiting for him not to be there, because there was no way he would have fucking let it happen. Then, he took all the papers regarding his life insurance policy and put them on the desk in his office. Then, he called Meryl’s phone number, knowing it would go to her answering machine.
“Hey, girlie. I know we’re supposed to meet tomorrow to talk about what kind of options we’ve got. I’m gonna be late, so just…let yourself in. The key’s on the door frame.” He allowed himself a smile. “I know your girlfriend can reach it.”
Those two…they had really done everything they could. They all had, hadn’t they? But at some point, everything might as well have been as much as nothing.
On the way to the apartment, he bought three slices of cheese pizza and two cans of Pepsi with the last five bucks in his wallet. He sat on the bench staring into the street, blurs of yellow taxis going past him, reminding him that he could have made this easier on himself. In this city, he could just walk out into traffic if he wanted to. He went over the numbers in his head, how much they would get from the policy, how far it would get them.
When it ’s all over, I wonder if I’ll get to see Livio again.
The pizza tasted really, really good.
When he got home, Wolfwood put out a huge bowl of food and water for his cat, Kuroneko, giving her a pet all the way to her tail even though she responded by smacking him with her paw. “Oh, you bitch,” he said fondly, putting his whole hand on her head and rubbing it until she let out a crackly mrowr of protest. “Don’t worry. I left my other keys with those two as well. And a note about how to deal with your mean ass.”
The cat stared at him with huge yellow eyes like moons, the pupils slits that cut down the middle. He waited for some sort of sentimentality, some understanding that this was an end between them, but instead she hissed and wandered off to the freshly-changed litter box. Oh well.
Wolfwood locked the apartment and pulled the door closed, running through everything in his head. If he didn’t really think about it, this just felt like he was going on a trip. Did he turn off the television? Was the oven on? Did he have the pills in his bag? The booze? Was there gas in his motorcycle? He knew where he was going: Hoboken. Because he didn’t know anyone in Hoboken. Which meant the person that found him wouldn’t be someone who knew him either.
The New York City sky was thick with clouds. It wasn’t like you could ever see the stars past all the light, but that there wasn’t even a moon out…somehow it felt better, that this wasn’t a perfect night. Something about that would have felt wrong: a perfect, clear night for suicide. Like when tragedy hit on beautiful blue days.
Not that this was a tragedy. This was the right thing to do. This was the one thing he could do.
And he was going to do it, he had steeled himself, he was ready to do it, mounting his bike and about to pull away from the curb and into the cool night…when a sound like a whale song being put through a faulty distortion pedal stopped him in his tracks. It was coming from the sky, and when he looked up, the clouds lit up. Lightning? No, the light was constant, and that sound wasn’t thunder…
Suddenly, the source of the bellow-screech broke through the sky, and Wolfwood didn’t have time to consider what it might be. It was round, and it was blinking, and it was definitely car-sized, and that was as far as his eyes could go because he was too busy moving out of the way because it was coming right for him.
“Shit!” Wolfwood dropped his bike to roll out of the way, and he could feel the air fly across his back as the object passed above him and into the alley between his apartment building and the warehouse next door. Part of his brain thought that there would be an explosion following the descent, but no, it was like whatever it was bounced between the walls, sending chips and chunks of brick into a cloud, and then skidded to a halt against the concrete end of the alley.
Slowly, Wolfwood stood up and walked forward, trying to get a look at what exactly he was facing. He realized as he moved past a busted dumpster and a broken set of crates that this thing did have wings that had gotten sheared off, and when he kicked one with his foot he wondered over how thin the material was. Almost delicate.
So it was a ship. Or a plane, maybe, but he’d never seen a plane like this. A jet, maybe. Some kind of government thing, or…
Nope. He couldn’t imagine there were government tests that involved men being completely naked, stepping out of the broken canopy of a wrecked ship like it was nothing, like it was as simple as getting out of a car. There was a glow coming from inside the ship, but it was beginning to blink, reminding Wolfwood of a flashlight about to go out. That’s what he was seeing now: a tall blond man, muscular, with wide eyes that were trying to take in his surroundings, the only thing shining from his face from where Wolfwood was standing. He was thin, and in the erratic beams from the bent light poles and the skewed spotlights that were used to keep the alley cleared at night, Wolfwood could see that one of his arms was a shiny metal, reminding him of a movie with robots from the future coming to Earth, or maybe like Star Wars when Luke got his hand with all the wires in it.
But those were movies. Those were movies, and this was real life, and this guy in front of him was a human. There was some kind of explanation, and—
Say something, idiot. “You okay?” Wolfwood asked, trying not to let his eyes wander because, again, this was a naked guy in his alley.
Those eyes snapped toward him, and that’s when the man started to glow. Not in one uniform way across his whole body, but with the light following marks all across his skin, for all intents and purposes as though they had been drawn on with a thick marker, a continuous squiggly line from his face to his toes.
“What the fuck are you?”
The ship made a wheezing noise, and the flickering light went out. Wolfwood looked down at it, and when he did, the stranger did as well and for the first time it was like he realized what happened. He made a distressed sound and searched around with the frantic kind of energy that Wolfwood recognized as the I can fix this! dance. He had danced that dance himself, more than once, and Wolfwood knew from experience that usually this ended without fixing anything.
“Yeah, uh…I don’t think that’s going anywhere, friend.”
And then, the man fixed his gaze on him again. This time, he could see his whole face, the glowing lines like a mask. But even beyond that, Wolfwood could make out his expression: lost, afraid, and looking for help.
He knew that face way too well.
The man slowly reached out his hand to him, hanging it in the air between them, and everything telling Wolfwood just to get on his bike and drive off was overwhelmed by the urge to take it.
Suddenly, from behind them came the sound of sirens from down the street. There were wheels screeching, and Wolfwood knew what was going to happen next. That was, again, something he had experienced way too much: cops showing up and making things worse.
He quickly crossed the few feet between them and grabbed the man’s arm. It was cold, and the light brightened where his fingers touched him. A thrumming emanated under the skin, less like a heartbeat and more like an engine. “Can you stop glowing?”
The stranger blinked, and after a second, he went out like a neon sign suddenly unplugged, leaving him looking very normal…if there was anything normal about being naked in an alleyway in New York City in the middle of the night. Wolfwood took off his leather jacket and wrapped it around the man’s waist, and then started leading him to the door to get back in…except he wasn’t with him. He was standing there, touching the leather jacket.
Wolfwood growled as he ran back to his side, pulling him by his hand. “Come on, needle-noggin! Do you want to get arrested?” He took him to the front of the building, unlocked the door and quickly shoved him inside, still holding onto him as he jumped up the stairs, out of sight as the cop cars pulled up.
Killing himself was clearly going to have to wait.
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req'd by @dreyadeir
oh? are there louder mrowr's?
text: The cat has a volume slider
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#i forgot how to talk but !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!MROWR MEOW MEOW#gott dries#MEOOWW!!!!!!!!!!! mew !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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NXX Turns Into Cat - Part 5 (Rosa-nyan)
NXX members turning into a cat. Such fun!
Last part in the series. Sorry for the delayed posting, eheh...
Previous chapters
Pt 01 - Meowrius | Pt 02 - Vynyaa | Pt 03 - Lukemeow | Pt 04 - Nyaartem
Piercing green cat eyes warily peered at the doctor, from the shadows.
“Rosa?” The doctor called out to her, his voice low and soothing, as if he were addressing his (secretly) beloved colleague. “I am not going to hurt you…” His hand remained outstretched towards her, letting the cat decide whether to approach him or not. “Rosa…come here?”
“ Mrowr ,” came her reluctant meow. She tentatively approached the doctor, until she was close enough to brush his fingers with her nose. “Nya.” Vyn carefully bent his fingers to rub her chin, but the small, affectionate gesture earned him a firm bite on his hand. Wincing, Vyn stamped down his reflex to pull his hand away, not even to remove it from her small yet feisty jaw. “Go ahead, bite me all you want,” he murmured, his lips twisted in a wry, pained grin.
“Hah! Serves you right,” Marius chuckled at the painful sight of teeth digging into Vyn’s flesh. “Missy Kitty hates you. Aw. Aren’t you sad?” The thick layer of schadenfreude was unmistakable.
“Fuck off, Marius.” Vyn said, his voice still as placid as a quiet stream; his soft, gentle smile still pristine on his face.
#tears of themis fanfic#tears of themis#tot rosa#vyn richter#artem wing#luke pearce#marius von hagen
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pov: mrowr
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need a boy who will meow with me
#i leik meowing idk..... it kinda ties in with my tics sometimes but mostly i just do it randomly for fun.... mrowr reowr meow etc#its just Good idk.#chatty catty
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