#meow folder

[uzibrainrot]

Jain and juffering💛

[uzibrainrot]

:D!!

J-AND-TESS-OCATIONALY FANARTTT

THIS IS BEAUTIFUL!!! THANK YUO!!!!!

[lesbiangiratina]

Testament with animals on their head cinematic universe

[betterluucii]

Unfinished Art dump gotta let these out of the basement

[foodsies4me]

Just read the new dragon!alec fic and I AM SO EXCITED FOR THIS!!!

Also Askel in AWG2!??!! An Askel pov?!!!!!! OMG I'm gonna die from this excitement 😍😍😍😍

For the WIP game, social media AU please? It sounds so intriguing!!!

I'm so glad you're liking it already! That fic is so much fun to write, I don't know why Izzy and Jace decided to be such gremlins in it, but it a lot of fun nontheless.

Yes! Askel appears in AWG! It is @kalalab's fault, so all complaints must be directed at her. 😂

Alright, so the social media AU, aka the Chairman Meow Instagram AU is a celebrity!Magnus and writer!Alec fic, starring the ever wonderfur Chairman Meow, who has his own Instagram account as is right and proper. The fic is kicking my butt something terrible (writing a mundane Magnus is not my forte) but it is a lot of fun. I also have been stealing a lot of people's usernames to use as fake Instagram URLs just because I can.

"Quit disparaging me to your cat," Ragnor deadpans on the other side of the line. "And while you're at it, quit googling your name and pick up your phone."

"You'll find that I did pick up my phone, my dear cabbage," Magnus counters, lifting his hand to inspect his nails again.

He should probably switch out his silver rings for gold ones. To match the flowers.

"Besides, how else am I supposed to learn of my third upcoming nuptials? Although a spring and winter wedding in the same year might be excessive even by my standards. Perhaps we should postpone the second one to next year."

"Finished?"

"Not at all," Magnus grins, stretching out the last vowel. "I still have to tell you Camille and I are expecting!"

"Congratulations," Ragnor deadpans. "Now if you're done with your theatrics, can we discuss what I called you for?"

and an extra snippet of the Chairman Instagram antics:

@chairman.meow.bane Tuna, o' tuna! Wherefore art thou tuna? Not in the cupboard.😔

@just-add-butter nooo, someone come help the poor baby find his tuna! 😭💜

@kalalab I have some tuna for you Chairman!

@abyssal-hellcat dammit I was already wanting to eat fish.

@pocketofffeels Magnus get Chairman his tuna!#JusticeForChairman😤😤😤

@goldendreamgirl don't worry Chairman we'll get you your tuna! 😤#ChairmanDefenseSquad #JusticeForChairman #TunaForChairman

@foodsies yes #JusticeForChairman #TunaForChairman

@lillytalons #JusticeForChairman #TunaForChairman

@kalalab #JusticeForChairman #TunaForChairman

@dragonpix is that a Chairman Meow towel?

@colorful-warlock where???

@dragonpix on the sink

@colorful-warlock OMG IT IS. MAGNUS BANE THE GENIUS THAT YOU ARE

@lillytalons do you think we could get it as merch?

@pix-or-it-didnt-happen isn't tuna bad for cats?

@foodsies pretty sure that's sardines? And even then it's okay it it's unseasoned I think?

@banecourt4life soooo am I the only one to notice that cupboard looks a lot like the one from Camille's new apartment? 😁🤞

@pocketofffeels 👀👀👀

@abyssal-hellcat why because it's brown and has a handle?

@banecourtisreal can we not do this? I mean I really love Banecourt and hope they get back together but Camille already said how the media attention was the reason they broke up. If they're really dating again (which I'm pretty sure they are or at least I hope because they're the cutest couple ever and you could see how much they loved each other and ajflkqjdfkq but I digress) we should leave them their privacy until they want to go public again.

If anyone else wants to play

[kiki-kai]

another notes drawing i made using one of the pre-made colour pallets

[robo-milky]

I think I found my dream font… Milk Mustache my beloved-

Here it is in action and I really like it! I feel like it can pull off horror and edgier dialogue without being too moody like Marian Churchland (the regular was too thick). My only nitpick with Milk Mustache is that all the caps are the same, but if I didn’t notice it before in Anime Ace then I can prolly ignore now.

(You can get it for free on blambot-)

[sheetzking]

no old man is safe from my greasy paws <3

[bittrlys]

when i lose a few hours to ranting about the dragon prince

[otterward]

Heard you were sick.. Hope you get well soon <3 Sending lots of hugs and cookies :D

thank you sm!! i could rlly use some cookies rn <3 here, it's dangerous out there, take this with you:

[uzibrainrot]

one of the drawings i made for the @md-fanzine :D

[lesbiangiratina]

Found an asura system tcg website, theres only a couple images of their gg cards but they DO have a presumably full list that says theres about 300 of them. So i have like half of the cards. I feel pretty good about this. But MORE IMPORTANTLY new testament gender history. They put gender symbols on full character art cards for some reason and testament’s just has a question mark on it lol

^ also present on the card list. Cool.

[tdutb]

hhngnbhghbnbn,,,,,,,,,,,,, golf ba ll ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

[oysterself]

was going to try this stupid minecraft mod i saw on tiktok with my friend and she doesnt use mods ever so i was talking her thru downloading forge and geckolib and the mod and when she went to join the server it said she didnt install them correctly so instead of trying to figure out what she did wrong she just. left and went to do homework instead. ok bye ig

[abyssyby]

sylus finding himself idling— waiting for his order @ a restaurant, sitting in the back of a car otw to a location, held for ransom in an underground cage, u name it— bored out of his mind or with no phone signal so he just kinda sits there and scrolls through his photos app. once empty now just filled with organized folders of your candid & noncandid photos. he loves to sort as much as he loves to hoard, ok, it brings him peace.

simply named albums:

eating 📂 and its photos of you and food, taking a bite. holding out a fork, a spoon, a wrapper, chopsticks of food for him to try with an excited glint in your eye. him feeding you. you grimacing at the odd orders, deciphering if they're good or not. pointing excitedly at food trucks and menus ("let's try that! let's try this!"). your face in a >0< bc your overeager self inhaled something too hot. looking up at him with crumbs on your cheeks, brightcolored dye-stained lips. blurred photos of you trying to kiss him with icing on your lips, reaching out to make a mess of him too.

sleeping 📂 and its you wrapped around his bicep dozed off. you on his chest snoozin. your closed eyes peeking out of the duvet with the slowly coloring sky through the window behind you. you drifting away during a car ride, hand in his, lips slightly parted. cold morning cuddles. selfies of grumpy you in the middle of the night with him in the backdrop hogging the blanket (you sent them to him to see in the morning because you never remember being upset when you wake up). VIDEOS of your sleep talking— and his tiny chuckles and comments ("adorable" as your hiss about ratatouille, smoothing out the crease between your brows with his thumb "grumpy grumpy dove", massaging the joint under your ear as you tense your jaw "mm, might hurt in the morning"). most of the photos are taken from the front camera, often with his cut off fond smile and soft eyes in the corner.

shopping 📂 and its you at the store picking out fruits, sneaking sweets in the cart. your back in a gorgeous outfit as you stare at jewels and protocores in glass. trying out the strangest things to get a chuckle out of him ("whats this now?", "fampire teef"— got him!). at the festivals holding up two lanterns with a distressed look on your face (you cant choose). at the shops with two coats, a helpless look in your eyes (you cant choose). you at the check out with a shy smile as you hand the cashier his black card (he bought everything).

kittens (and more) 📂 and AAAA its a video of you at meow cafe slamming down a kitty card with a wayyy too competitive look on your face. you crouched on the side of the road feeding stray cats. you at a bird sanctuary with eyes half-closed, a bright smile on your face as the birds make a nest in your hair. you and a giant dog you cooed at in the park ("sy, sy! take our photo, please please. his name is kujo!"). you mid-scream as a rat runs by your feet. you with lions for some reason? (bonus, you on the couch with his large body atop yours, head on your belly as you watch TV and pet his ears that one time he got kitty cursed via ‘Luke sent from my iPhone’)

us 📂 and its you and him. your selfies where hes frowning at something out of frame and youre 😄✌️. when he has his arm around you as you walk, his eyes forward but you’ve decided to snap a bright-eyed photo. selfies you take from a low angle as youre bored out of your mind during an auction, he smiles fondly to appease you. selfies in the dim of movie night with him in his glasses and fluffy hair and you wrapped up in your giant blanket-poncho. selfie of you kissing his cheek while he sleeps. mirror selfies of u in facemasks & matchy headbands. your HANDS, with your RINGS, intertwined with his fingers. creating, presenting (craft, art, music, a reloaded weapon, a flower, a bug, a silly rubber band shape you were so proud to show him). playing with the hem of his jacket. nail photos you send him after an appointment?? saved. candid photos of you two bickering and then immediately after flirting airdropped by the twins (captioned "gross." via 'Keiran sent from my iPhone'). and countless photos of him kissing your hair as youre taking the picture— one for each season— dusted with snow, trees and flowers in full bloom behind you, sweaty and against the light in the summer heat, and you tucked in his coat as the orange leaves dance above you in the wind.

he scrolls, a stupid little smile on his face, until his food arrives. until his car comes to a stop. until you’re breaking down the metal bars of his prison, sweaty and breathless and worried and beautiful, to save him.

(he takes a photo of that last image too, saving it to the general ‘beloved’)

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[sixeyesonathiel]

what happens when satoru gojo gets hit by some weird curse technique and shows up to your first date as a girl?

a/n: satoru gojo is the cutest, most dramatic little meow meow and i will stand by him even when he’s gender-swapped, in shoko’s blouse, and spiraling. my babie forever 🙁🩷

you were supposed to be the one freaking out. you were the one visiting tokyo, meeting your online textmate for the first time, risking the possibility that he could be a balding 45-year-old catfish who misused emoticons. but no. no. somehow, satoru gojo was the one on the verge of collapse.

in a bathroom stall. wearing shoko’s blouse.

“i can't do this,” he muttered, gripping the cold edge of the sink, staring at his reflection—his very female reflection. “this is psychological warfare. i'm gonna throw up.”

he tugged at the hem like it could erase the fact that he was, due to one very stupid cursed technique, stuck in the body of what could only be described as a suspiciously hot girl. legs for days, nails neatly manicured by accident, shiny white hair pinned in a hurried messy bun. sunglasses perched too confidently on his nose. the blouse was cream and satiny, a little loose on the shoulders, collar wide and slouching like it belonged to someone cooler than him.

he looked like a girl who ghosted men after two dates and never replied to texts past 10 p.m.

“i can't ghost her,” he told his reflection, dramatically. “she's so sweet. she sends good morning texts. she laughed at my jokes. my stupid jokes!” he punched the air, then immediately winced when his knuckles knocked against the stall door. “i have never felt this emotionally naked. what am i supposed to do, show up like—surprise! your online boyfriend is a woman for now!”

but he had to.

he owed you that much.

and maybe he liked you a little. like, a lot. embarrassingly so. enough to save your texts in a locked folder on his ancient flip phone. enough to call suguru in a panic the night before because you said you were nervous about meeting. he even wrote down conversation starters on the back of an old receipt. one said: if she looks nervous, compliment her earrings.

“she’s gonna think i’m unhinged,” he muttered as he walked toward the cafe, the satin blouse tucked into a pair of black trousers he'd swiped from nanami’s locker. they hung loose on his hips and cinched awkwardly with a belt that wasn’t his. the cuffs were rolled twice over the ankle, revealing socks with tiny pink cats (he’d borrowed those from shoko too, he was desperate, okay?). his stride was stiff, too aware of the clack of his borrowed heeled boots, too aware of every glance tossed his way.

his hair bounced slightly with each step, a few silvery strands slipping from the bun and catching the sun. his heart was thudding so violently it made him feel faint. the sunglasses hid the worst of it—the panic.

then he saw you.

you were already there. sitting at the little outdoor table, your hands wrapped around a cup, your eyes flitting up every time someone entered. your leg bounced under the table—nervous, hopeful. real.

satoru stopped short, breath caught. you were exactly like your photos. no, better. more real. there was a crease in your brow, like you were trying not to look too hopeful, and your fingers kept fiddling with the straw wrapper.

he adjusted his blouse, took a shaky breath, and walked up.

“hey,” he said, voice pitched a little too high, trying to channel that airy, cool-girl confidence. your gaze lifted, blinking. your eyes searched his face, expression pinched with confusion.

“...hi?” you offered, hesitant.

his heart sank. he waved his hand quickly, stepping closer.

“wait! wait—it’s me. satoru. i know, this looks insane, and i swear i'm not here to rob you or ask about your skincare routine, though i could, because your skin is phenomenal—but it’s me. i just had a... situation. with my body. medically. temporarily.”

your brows furrowed. you looked ready to bolt.

“okay, okay! remember the selfie with the strawberry milk? that was me. this is me. same soul. different shell. still terminally embarrassing. look, i even brought melonpan—your favorite! and i printed out your texts. like a maniac. that’s love, right?”

you were still staring. he could feel the blush prickling beneath his cheeks, a little warmth seeping from under the collar of the borrowed blouse. his fingers gripped the tote bag strap like a lifeline.

then your voice came, small, uncertain. “you really saved my texts?”

satoru nodded fervently. “yes! and organized them by emoji usage. there’s a spreadsheet. color-coded.”

a beat. and then—you laughed.

and satoru, in shoko’s blouse and a body that wasn’t quite his, swore he could’ve kissed the sidewalk in gratitude.

his shoulders dropped, face breaking into a sheepish grin. the sun caught in his lashes, and he tried not to look too lovesick while you took the melonpan from his hands.

“i swear, i’ll explain everything one day,” he said, lowering his voice, a rare hint of sincerity slipping in. “like... everything. i just didn’t want to stand you up. i really wanted to see you. even if i look like this. even if you walk away. i had to try.”

and somehow, impossibly—you stayed.