#mrawr

[1julak1]

I officially have a wifey 😼😘💅💅💅

[beautifulbitch-2]

[buggyfangs]

mars. More like. mrawrs

youre so right... i think that should be my legal name.

[goldenshrikecomic]

Cutlass is the partner that shows effection by biting and I love it and how Riptail deals with it

mrawr

[choccyhearts]

"Mraowr" // Eddie Munson x Reader

Note: My neighbor's cat is meowing very loudly and then this idea popped into my brain ^_^

CW: Fluff, Eddie being a cat dad, fem!reader

Summary: Eddie comforts your guys' cat in the middle of the night

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"Mraowr!"

Eddie groans, rolling over on to his other side.

"Mrrrmm!"

Eddie groans and pulls his pillow over his face.

"Mrawr!"

"Whaaat?" Eddie sits up and looks at the cat sitting on the floor. The cat is looking up at his owner, a small teddy bear clutched in his mouth.

You and Eddie recently took in a cat that frequented the trailer park. After weeks of feeding him and bringing him inside during storms, you both knew he was the perfect addition to the Munson clan.

Bones was the name you settled on after he continuously chewed and pawed at Eddie's skull ring. He had grey fur with a notch in his right ear. After a vet visit, it turns out that isn't the only problem with his ear -- he was deaf in that one too.

You and Eddie did your best to make Bones feel at home. You got him a large, soft bed, countless amounts of toys, and even a collar for when he goes on his outdoor trips.

"Mrawr!"

However, Bones has a tendency to beg to play in the middle of the night.

"Bones, please...", Eddie leans over at the clock on the wall. "It's 2 am..."

"Mrawr?" Bones hops up on to the bed and rubs against Eddie's arm, dropping his teddy bear on the bed.

Eddie sighs and scratches Bones's head.

"C'mon, it's bedtime. I need to sleep. Your mommy's coming home tomorrow and I need all my energy for her."

Bones crawls on to Eddie's lap and purrs, rubbing againat Eddie's chest.

"I know, bud, I miss her too. But she has other family that misses her too."

Eddie leans back on to the bed and scoops Bones in his arms, lying him down.

"Mrrrrm."

"Mm, don't make that noise, sleep. Now."

"Mrar..."

"Mrow...", Eddie meows back. "Now, shhh, let me sleep."

Bones sits up and stretches before cuddling into Eddie's chest. Eddie strokes Bones's fur, softly rubbing his thumb against his ear. Some of Eddie's favorite moments are with his little furball, whether it was petting him or playing wirh him in the living room.

"Good night", Eddie hums. Bones purrs in response.

[red-man-of-mustache]

@nabbing-bad-habits liked the Starter Call!

"Mrawr!" A curious yet aggressive mew came before he paw at the other's bag. He tapped it a few times attempting to see what it would do. Luckily he didn't claw at it.

[qiekz]

fuckin. their name is "Mrawr" cuz meow and rawr. fucking zombie. fucking dead. sceince experi ment gone wrong!!!!! they live in a dystopia where there r little to no humans left alive other than ZOMBIES!!!!!

[plz reblog :3]

[nyat-a-cat]

🫵🐱

Mrawr!

[syntaxaero]

what if dinosaurs meowed im like if dinosaurs mrawred y'know?

[theempressar]

Two men have different motivations but the same goal when they team up and mount an assault on a powerful drug gang. - 1994.

7 min in and you're giving me this 🔥🔥🔥 I can't wait for MRAWR😼

[tobiasdrake]

<.< Honestly, I'm kind of interesting in what the aborted mid-Killing Game secondary Killing Game would have been like.

Junko's plan for all the abducted loved ones is basically

"Hey I heard you like Killing Game so I got you some Killing Game in your Killing Game. Let's all watch a Killing Game in the middle of our Killing Game and maybe do some Killing Game about it."

This is the weirdest Motive Junko ever came up with and I'm kinda here for it in and of itself as a Killing Game. The nature of the abducted loved ones means that instead of a bunch of high schoolers with specialized Talents, the Killing Game would be held among a bunch of utterly random people with no shared background or connection of any kind.

Look at this chonky asshole. He was going to be a player in a Mutual Killing Game.

Can you imagine him sitting at his little podium during a Class Trial? Nonstop Debates going by like,

Taichi: Children, please, we can't just start accusing each other. Grand Bois Cheri: MRAWR. Yuta: That's right, what he said! You only say that because you're the killer! I saw Taichi going into the room just before the murder took place. Komaru: NO THAT'S WRONG. I have evidence here that the murder actually took place three hours after when we thought it took place! Taichi's right! We can't give in to paranoia! Grand Bois Cheri: Mrrr rawr.

That would be amazing.

[1julak1]

Oughhh I love Yuki plz marry me

(wanted to draw Sanemi below, grasping at her dress but ofc i can't 🙏)

BUT I'M STILL SO SATISFIED WITH THE RESULT IT'S ALL THANKS TO MY DEAREST POOKIE BABY @beeksana

(Ily seriously you're fabulous slay mrawr amazing 😔💗💋)

One lil closeup for yall - my camera sucks lol

(Yuki i want to get squished between your thighs plz just once 🥺)

[beautifulbitch-2]

[slashersgirlypop]

Grilled Cheese Chapter 1.

(October 30th, 1978) 

 I giggled as I watched the little girl in front of me excitedly tell me what she was going to be dressed as tomorrow, her mother watching her with a fond look.

 “Lacy, c’mon, you’ve probably talked this poor girl’s ear off with how much candy you will get,” her mother gently teased her, the blond girl smiling toothily in response. 

 “It’s all good ma’am. Your total comes out to $34.67.” I said, returning my attention to the mother as I finished bagging her groceries. I stifled a yawn as I gave her the correct change. Waving to the little girl as they walked off, I glanced at the clock. 8:30. I let out a soft sigh of relief. Standing at the register for eight hours with only one thirty-minute break is “such fun.” 

 “Alright, Y/N, I’m heading out. You gonna be okay for the next two hours?” The other cashier, Gracie, asked, pulling her jacket on.

 I nodded at her, rubbing my eyes. 

 “Yeah, I should be okay, Mrs. Gracie,” I replied, to which she frowned. 

 “Did you get any sleep last night?” 

 “Tried to, but with the studying and everything, it’s hard to even catch maybe 3 hours.” 

 “Y/N! Don’t force yourself to stay up for some degree!”

 “Well, if I wanna be respected in the wonderful world of psychology, I have to prove myself. I’ll try tonight though to go to bed earlier, Mrs. Gracie. Tell Micah and Jamie I said hi and happy halloween.” 

She sighed, giving me a sympathetic look before nodding, walking out the store.

 I turned my attention to the next customer as they walked into the store, forcing a smile on my tired face. 

 “Welcome to Food Giant!” I said.

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 I groaned as I slipped into my car, resting my head against the head rest. Another ten hour shift, done. I once again asked myself if $2.00 an hour was worth waking up at six in the morning for, not to mention a disgusting manager whose always leering at me, or rather my ass. Turning on the ignition, I increased the volume, letting the tunes of The Beatles ease my stress. Pulling out of the parking lot, I turned onto the quiet and empty street, driving to my house. 

About twenty minutes later, I pulled down the dusty one-way, switching on the high beams. I was thankful for the solitude of my home, considering it was five minutes from the road and deep in the still forest. 

 I turned off my car, parking out front of the empty and dark home. It was just me in the lonesome home, at least, ever since my parents died in a car accident seven years ago and my brother enlisted in the army once he deemed me old enough to take care of myself, at the old age of seventeen. Now, he was serving in the Republic of Korea, and I was a server at a local diner and a clerk at Food Giant. 

 “Mrawr.” An scraggly looking calico cat was sitting on the porch, looking at my expectantly. I put my hands on my hips, tilting my head and raising an eyebrow.

 “Well, excuse me for having a job and being away all day, Miss Petunia. You know, not all of us have the luxury of just laying around all day, demanding pets and ear scratches.” I chastised her. 

 “Mra.” Miss Petunia responded, slowly blinking her eyes at me, her tail swishing lazily on the wooden porch. I found her three years ago when she was a kitten, alone and hungry under the petunias in the front yard that my mom loved. She’s been with me ever since, and she does good, catching different kinds of vermin around the house.

 “Alright, alright, I heard you, we’re going inside.” I sighed, unlocking the door and opening it for the impatient cat, who began to squeak more demandingly for food.

 I flicked on the lights in the kitchen, throwing my keys in the bowl on the counter and opening a cabinet. I poured her food in her food bowl, which she began to devour with purrs of gratitude. I opened the fridge, peering inside. Yay, nothing as usual, besides random, and possibly expired, condiments and one orange, some margarine and cheese slices. Grabbing the slices and margarine, I placed it on the counter. I grabbed a bag of bread from the pantry, placing it on the counter.

 Thirty minutes later, I was leaning over an empty plate, an ice-cold Coke next to me. Miss Petunia was at my feet, purring contently. I flipped the page in my psychology book, scanning the paragraph. Sighing, I closed the book. I pushed away the plate and finished the Coke, letting out a little burp.

 Sliding out of the chair, I walked to the couch and plopped onto it facedown, groaning as I made impact. 

 “Mraah,” Miss Petunia said as she hopped onto my back, beginning to gently knead my lower back, just above my butt. 

 “Hey Miss Petunia, guess what?” 

 “Mah.” 

 “I turn 21 tomorrow!”

 “Graahhh.” 

 “I know right!? Exciting!”

 “Rah.” 

 “I know you didn’t get me anything, but that’s okay. You don’t have any means of getting me anything.” 

Grabbing the remote, I switched on the TV, glancing at it absentmindedly. My mind began to grow sleepy as the news talked about some guy escaping from some asylum. Mickey Meyers or something. I wasn’t paying attention, due to the fast-approaching sleep forcing my eyes closed. Thank God I didn’t work tomorrow, the only day of the year I had off from both my jobs. 

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Heyo! This is my first fic I ever wrote on tumblr. I used to write on quotev, but it sort of died off. I upgraded tho from writing about the tumblr sexymen known as creepypasta to horror slashers, so that’s cool. Alright, enjoy, ya slasher sluts 

[buggyfangs]

Good mrawrning mrawrs

Good morning crocs!!!! I hope you have a lovely silly day ❤️❤️❤️❤️

[enden-k]

I keep thinking about that anon and I remembered that I've seen similar asks to some other Genshin &/or queer artists. I hope you all stay safe and don't let these negative comments get to you. After all you are so cool and awesome and nice and fantastic and your ideas are so mrawr and edible and joy inducing and every single one of your art works is inspiring in every sense of this word: gives me ideas, makes me want to be better myself and work on my crafts, fills me with energy for the day.

All in all I'm happy you're here, I'm glad you're sharing all of this with us and I'm overflowing with joy for being able to witness that.

this is such a cute loving message!!! thank you sm, this means a lot 💙