#maw the mew

[worldwise-randomide]

I mean she is Maw’s trainer. They’ve known her for longer so obviously feel more comfortable around her

You would think that right? That Maw’s only known me for a bit of time and I haven’t earnt e’s trust or e just hates my type?

I HAVE KNOWN MAW FOR THE EXACT SAME AMOUNT OF TIME AS E’S KNOWN ANONYMOUS. Maw hatched when we were on a walk together. 14 months into me and An’s romantic relationship. Me and An have lived together since BEFORE we made it romantic.

Even then, Maw does like me. An’s locked-screen is a photo of me and Maw asleep on the recliner. E’s sleeping on my chest in it! When Maw can’t join An out e gets a bit sad until she actually leaves, then e accepts it wants someone to play with.

[verm1c1de]

Can Tak do sick flips on a skate board?

we support girlfailures in this household

[ai-megurine]

Calling Vhagar Meemaw Vhagar and Grandma Vhagar is honestly the best thing we ever did as team green stans. Meemaw Vhagar being a senile grandma who loves her feral new Visenya is everything I never knew I needed

[official-magnus-institute]

Meow meow meow meow?

Memow 'Meow',

Memeow ma mow mo mew mew mameow, me meow meowmow mameow mo mew mrew mreow mamaw mewmew, mo ma maw mew meow mow mo mameow moewmew.

M'ae mamewmeow mrow mamarw; mew mawmew mrew mreraw mrow mew ma mewmem mm mraemew.

Ma mrerwer mra mo mraw mrewer; mrer mrerrow ma me mrew mror mreer momeow.

Mro mawr mrewer.

Mrow, mra me mrew meow mew mra mrae Meowreer?

- Ewias Bouchawd

[muzanswaifu]

Yandere! Rengoku Breeding Kink HCs

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NSFW Warnings: Yandere, Smut, Non-con, Drugging, Kidnapping, Roofies, Obsession, Oral Sex, Cunnilingus, Vaginal Sex, Creampie, Multiple Creampies, Cockwarming, Breeding Kink, Pregnancy Kink, Impregnation, Unsafe Sex, Baby-trapping

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Rengoku has oh so dreamed of this day, the day he’d have you sprawled out on his bed, drugged out of your mind from the little pill he’d slipped in your drink at a bar earlier

It had been quite difficult to convince your friends that he was your boyfriend, but it’s not like they could refuse him when he was so charming and knew so much about you, things not even they did

You were lucky, you know, lucky that it was only him who had taken advantage of how easy it was to track you, you would’ve been in danger had it been someone else! But don’t worry, he was not some psychopath, his only objective was to care for you, love you, own you

You mewed softly into the sheets, rolling over to squint into the dim, intimate lighting of his bedroom, even if it had been bright enough to see, your vision was blurred, obscured by your own doped brain

He cooed at your struggle of movement, brushing your glazed hair back and leaning over to seal his lips over yours, the kiss was sloppy, more tongue than anything as he drooled into your mouth, he’d wanted for so long to embrace you, pure love radiating off of him despite his cruelly perverted actions, when he’d finally pulled away, a string of saliva stretching between your tongues

Kyojuro had already checked you out for quite some time in the club, but in here, so close to each other, his eyes scavenged across your figure yet again - the slip of your sleeve down your shoulder, your bunched up skirt, the tight cling of your dress - his groin ached at the sight of you so… ripe, so ready to be taken advantage of

Saliva built on his tongue as he peeled the useless clothing from you, savoring the way your breasts and ass spilled from the taut material, your naked bodice twitched with the sudden chill, head shifting side to side in your confusion, you were too dazed to care about anything but what you could physically feel, and he was quick to give you something to focus on as he spread your legs apart

His chest bloomed as his ears were filled with your pathetic whines and moans, gifts exchanged for his service to your innocent heat, his ravenous tongue had already found its way to your center, pressing kiss after kiss to your delicate hole, thanking the gods for this glorious meal

Kyojuro relished the pure taste of you, licking stripes against your entrance and chancing his tongue inside, working you open in the most gentle way he could manage

It was only when you gave a long whimper and crossed your ankles behind his head that he’d realized his ignorant mistake of your neglected bead, pulling back he could see how needy she was, swollen and pulsing for attention, desperate to be spoiled with love

He sucked her gently, groaning at the feeling of your hands fiercely clutching his blond mane, your legs further weaving him closer

It didn't take long for you to come like that, gushing into his mouth and letting out a silent scream of ecstasy

You didn’t have the strength to crawl away as he continued feasting, boneless as he flipped you to your front and pulled your legs off the bed to eat you from behind with the same hunger as before, not even giving you a moment’s rest as he lapped at you like a starved man

He felt high off his mind as he drank from you, as intoxicated as you were perhaps, and this wasn’t even the best part of what he’d had planned

You felt a hint of something strange, embarrassment?, as you came this time, spewing out juices across his maw as he teased the side of your throbbing nub with his tongue, it felt dirty to have lost control of your functions and stained his face, despite the excitement that clearly painted his expression as he licked his lips clean with a manic grin

Kyojuro stepped back, admiring his own work of your dripping and thoroughly eaten pussy, his pants had been loosened long ago, but only then did he start stroking himself, preparing to give you what you so needed and deserved

You were none-the-wiser as he mounted you, pressing the tip of his cock at your fluttering hole, you were already given up, drooling into the sheets and weakly clutching at them in anticipation for whatever came next

He nearly thought this was dream, doubting his own vision of you in the perfectly arched breeding position that he’d always fantasized about, praying for the day he’d get to fill your belly with his litter, marry you somewhere in the mix of it all, he didn’t really care which came first

But you were really here, he mused as he began pushing in, your cosseted cunt gladly taking in the first few inches before pushing back in resistance, he’d already anticipated the struggle, well aware of his own dangerous size

Thankfully, you didn’t make too much of a fuss, only weakly yowling and sputtering as you were stretched past your limit by a man who you had certainly never suspected to be in this position with, nor would you have ever guessed your body could accommodate such a thing, but here you were, filled to the brim and bulging with a cock that pushed at your womb with the same obsessive goal as its owner

You had to be made for each other, your little pussy doing such an amazing job of coddling his cock, already frothing around his shaft with your sweet cream, he licked his lips remembering the delectable taste

Kyojuro hardly had to move to stimulate himself, your walls already pulsing around him and milking him for his potent seed, he could feel your legs shake under him and wrapped an arm under your belly, pressing his hand against the protruding bulge in your belly and making you whine

He took his time molding you to him, gently canting his hips back and forth to get you used to the feeling of being properly filled, as you deserved, but the moment your strained cries turned to moans of pleasure, he could no longer stop himself, rolling his hips deep, flawlessly curling into your sweet spot with every agonizing stroke

His arms held your hips up to meet his as his patience to crouch down to meet you deteriorated, he could no longer wait for you to succumb, determined to show you the vast range of his skill and power, to show you just how amazing he could make you feel, to show how perfectly he could care for your needs, even if you might not remember any of this tomorrow

He groaned deep as he filled you with the first round of seed, surprising even himself as the cum had suddenly escaped from him before he’d even realized he'd peaked, the pleasure of your cunt so heavenly that he’d been at his highest from the beginning

Hot cum pooled into you, not yet spilling as he stilled his hips as deep as possible inside you, he didn't want even a drop to be wasted, intent for it to catch now, if his research was correct this was your fertile week

You mouthed at the blankets, your body trembling with the overstimulation that you had no chance to escape from, feeling a hot thickness fill your belly in waves, you could feel the object twitch inside of you, snapping at your most sensitive spots as if it were easy

He gave a sigh once his load had emptied, gingerly pulling himself from your welcoming heat only to flip you over to see your front, he wanted to see your face when you came with his cock filling you up with another fresh batch of sperm

You began whining again as he filled you, your weak little hands clawing at the beast that crawled on top of you, grabbing at his wrinkled shirt and balling it in your fists, it didn't help that he had started flicking at your clit as well, rubbing slow swirls that had what was left of your brain reeling back into itself

Your body betrayed you without question, furiously clutching at his shaft and spraying him yet again with your release

Kyojuro beamed at your cunts eagerness to take everything he had, his pace quickening as he chased his own climax yet again, desperate to give your womb more of his thick, hot cum

He came for the second time that night with his eyes locked on your tiny hole swallowing every inch of his cock, a creamy ring of semen frothing around his base as he pumped another fresh load into your tummy, spraying it directly into your womb

You let out a practically pornographic moan, your voice wanton and cracked as you sobbed, drool pooling down the sides of your mouth while your head lolled back, the warmth felt so good, swimming inside your belly and sending waves of euphoria all throughout your being, your clit throbbed from the lack of movement so you tried to hump at him, but his strong hands held you firm and still, keeping you in place so his seed wouldn’t spill out, but your attempt at rebellion irked him momentarily

In the future, he'd make sure to train you more thoroughly on how to behave in the bedroom, how to present yourself to him after he got home from work, how to keep your legs spread and pussy exposed for him to eat after a long day, how to stay still and submissive for him to hold you down and breed you until his balls were empty, how to warm his cock all night without letting any of his precious cum spill out

But for now, he’d do all the work and let you enjoy how good being impregnated felt, he took a hand off your hip to massage his balls, just to make sure he gave you every drop, he chuckled as you slurred at him, muttering stupid, sweet nothings as your hips tried yet again to brush against his, he humored your impatience, brushing his thumb lazily over your swollen clit, and another gush of your juices drenched his thighs

Even as he came down from this climax, he knew he still had several more rounds in him, far too pent up to let you rest just yet

He wanted you bursting with his seed when he was done with you, so not a doubt could be had that you were carrying his child, rengoku wanted your thighs painted white, you pretty cunt stuffed with cream, and even your mouth given a taste of his essence, tainting your entire being with his love and devotion

He slammed his lips into yours as he built up his pace for the next round, holding your jaw still with a hand as he cleaned up the drool from your lips with his tongue, laughing when you scrunched your nose and turned your face to get away from his intimate grooming, the man uncaring as he continued his work anyway, licking with wide, wet strokes all over you like an animal

He had you every way imaginable that night, every position, every surface, every innocent inch of your body, leaving you a heaping pile of sweat, spit, and, most of all, cum, caked and drying on your skin and especially between your legs

Rengoku worried he might have killed you after he’d given his last pint of seed, your body falling to a limp and cold state of silence, yet your breaths were evened, proving your resilience

He didn’t bother cleaning you off, far, far too pleased with the outcome of your divine image covered head to toe in his babies, your mouth open and drooling into the pillow with gentle pants, you nearly sounded like you were purring

Kyojuro kept you tight his chest, wrapping your limbs together like pretzel dough and pulling your leg over his hip to keep his soft cock locked inside of you for warmth, but even without it your body burned from his simmering flesh, hot to the touch and practically steaming in the cold air of the room

He wasn’t so delusional as to expect your reaction tomorrow to be happy, in fact, he pretty much expected the opposite, quite positive that you’d freak out or try to escape, but he’d already planned ahead, having prepared a safe room for you to be kept in, heavily equipped with as many furnishings and comforts as there were tracking devices and sound proof barriers, the next room over was already set up as a nursery

He had hope you’d give in quickly with his good care, praying you’d see how perfect your life would be with him treating you as his goddess, after all you’d already had the time of your life tonight and you hadn’t even given him consent!

But he was willing to give you time either way, certain with himself that you were meant for each other, meant to spend the rest of your lives pleasing each other and creating life together

Kyojuro would spend every day to get your requited love, but, at the end of the day, it wouldn’t have stopped him from having you regardless

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[justalittlec4t]

mow (im just a little cat and very little. call me little cat.) 🐈‍⬛

mew (imboy baby)

mews, mew maw meoww mow (im evil)

mo..w (bonus i have a best friend named curious rat their pronouns are she/he/they and she can't talk so i speak for him) @curiousrathehe

MEOW (THATSALL) 🐾

[houserosaire]

Prompt #8: Visit (free choice)

He knew where he was before he topped the rise. Silvaineaux’s hands tightened on Joyeux’s reins, his fingers suddenly cold inside his gauntlets. The manor loomed up at him out of the snow ahead, square and dark where the storms had not hidden it. The window glass sparkled with frost and Silvaineaux was certain that something watched him from behind it.

He should not be here, Silvaineaux thought. As he had thought every time he saw that house since the first time. Yet there he was riding forward even as a sick feeling of dread crept the length of his spine. Years of snow had devoured the courtyard.  Once there would have been walls and outbuildings but now there were only little drifts and mounds, barely higher than the snow around  them so he  could  only guess at their shapes. 

The house remained, though, looming in defiance of Coerthas’ ice. And waiting. The layers of snow in the front court sloped gently down into a little pit before the door. A dimly yawning maw at the bottom of which he could make out the bare stone of the threshold and the waiting wood of the front door. 

His fingers drew on Joyeux’s reins, but the chocobo did not flinch or chirp, or even turn one bright eye back to look at him. Instead he stepped forward, between  the two small lumps of snow Silvaineaux thought must once have marked the gate.

The world rocked.

There was the sudden terrifying sensation of being untethered, swaying, falling. His vision swam and rippled. He was upright again, on his feet in the damp stone of a rainy courtyard. The air smelled of wet, and of the moldering leaves that lay in brown and orange drifts at the foot of the walls. 

A layer of water lay over the stone, giving it a thin silver sheen in which he could see the bare branches of trees reflected, and the dark square shadow of… He looked up at the house. Silvaineaux knew it for the same one by its shape even without its heavy cloak of snow.  

It loomed up over the wet courtyard like a waiting predator, dim lights gleaming behind its windows.

He was cold and damp and a little sick and those golden lights shining their invitation at him from behind the glass ought to have looked welcoming. Yet he wanted nothing more than to turn and walk back the way he had come. 

He took a step forward…

The front door closed behind him, the quiet squeak and thud of the wood jamming into its damp swollen frame made him jump. He was in a room he had seen before, though now a fire burned its hearth, cheery flames bravely standing up to the damp. Bright candles bathed the room in a golden glow, and in the chair beside the fire someone waited. Silvaineaux reached out and put his hand on the wall. ‘No,” a voice sounded suddenly in his ear. ‘Not here.’  He didn’t recognize that voice, a man’s, rough and urgent sounding.

The world lurched again.

He stood in the doorway of a small and unfamiliar chapel, moonlight shining through the glass onto a dim shape before the altar. It did not take long to make sense of that shape, long and rectangular. He lifted one hand and closed it slowly on the doorframe, gripping to keep himself from moving again. The wood was cold under his hand and growing colder. 

His breath made a small cloud in front of his face and the small hairs at the nape of his neck slowly rose. He could not hear anything, no whisper of breath, no sound of movement. Yet he was absolutely certain there was something behind him. If he turned he would see it. If he did not…

Something slammed into the center of his chest. A light pressure, like the sudden slap of a small hand. 

Silvaineaux gasped and jerked awake, heart pounding in his chest. He could still feel that pressure against his chest. Yet even as his right hand lashed out, reaching hastily for his sword at the edge of the bed, it mewed. Several small pinpricks followed, up over his collarbone and the top of his shoulder and then something small and warm curled up against the side of his neck. It started purring just under his ear.

He lifted a hand to run it over his face. His skin was damp with sweat and his heart was racing. The chuckle that escaped him sounded ragged and breathless, but the kitten purred louder. Silvaineaux sighed. “I know for a fact that you were not in here when I went to bed.” The only answer was a small stirring as the creature settled itself more comfortably.

[hannahssimblr]

Chapter Ten (Part 2)

I have never known cold in my life like the cold of the early morning in Berlin. It’s the kind of morning that feels like the sun will never rise. The cars still have their headlights on as Claire and I haul our bags up the stairs of the U Bahn station and out onto the street for the first time. It is seven in the morning, and it is not beautiful here. 

We huddle together beneath a massive BAHNHOF NEUKOLLN sign and peer through the grey in search for a familiar face. The metal barriers all around us are lined with chained up bicycles overlapping each other, and there is careless graffiti on the shutters of the electronics shop across the road from us. It isn’t open yet. Nothing is open yet, including our hostel, so we stand with our backs against the frigid metal of a cigarette machine and wait. 

He’s like an otherworldly spirit when he emerges from the fog, bundled in a big black coat, breaths turning to clouds that absorb into the thick mist around him. He raises a hand in a wave, and his smile is the brightest thing for miles.  

“Good morning.” Jude says. “I’m sorry I’m a bit late.” He bends down to hug me and I immediately feel my lack of sleep. I could almost sleep right here on the cushiony softness of his puffer coat with his cheek somehow still warm despite the weather. 

“So this is your home.” Claire says as he gives her a hug, and he shrugs nonchalantly. “Looks like shit this morning, to be honest. It literally couldn’t be uglier, but welcome to Berlin.” He offers to carry some of our bags, and we let him. We head down an identically bleak street that’s lined with Doner Kebab takeaways, phone shops and tiny supermarkets, all closed. Jude gently tugs on the back of my collar when I try to cross the road. 

“You have to wait for the green man.” He says near my ear. 

I stare at him incredulously. “I know, but there’s no cars coming.”

“I don’t make the rules here.” We stand then, stupidly, waiting for the lights to change as not a single car passes us by. Then finally, it does, and we can cross. 

“That was ridiculous.” I say. “What’s going to happen if I just walk? They’ll throw me in jail?”

“No, worse.” He says. “An old German woman will materialise and start scolding you from her kitchen window. Happens literally every time.”

“Hm. So they’re pretty rule bound here.”

“You’re telling me.”

Jude lives a twenty minute walk from the station in a large brutalist block of flats that is identical to all of the other brutalist blocks of flats that flank it on all four sides. I wonder how he can ever remember which is his, or how many times in his first few weeks he found himself wandering around trying to recall which block he walked out of that same morning, because I can certainly imagine that for myself.

“Oh, cats!” Claire comments as a pair of tabbys appear from the vegetation around the base of the building, one of whom starts winding her slinky body in between Jude’s ankles and mewing rather impatiently at him while the other sits watch from a short distance away. He leans down to scratch her head. “Nothing for you right now.” He says to her. “I’ll come back later on.”

“You feed these cats.” I say. Not a question, a fact. 

“I’m the crazy cat man of the neighbourhood.” He admits. “But they just love me, they must know that I have a kind soul.”

“It’s because you feed them.” The tabby gives up on him and approaches me next, mouth open in a startling maw, her meow the cat equivalent of a screech. “Jesus.” I whisper.

“It’s just how she sounds.” He explains. “She’s actually a well tempered cat.”

“What’s her name?”

“I call her Main Street, because that’s where she mostly hangs out, and that one.” He points his thumb toward her noticeably more timid pair, hovering by the wheels of a parked car. “That’s Ten Feet Behind.”

“Because she’s always-”

“Yeah, ten feet behind the other cat.” He grins with chattering teeth. “Let’s go inside, it’s so damn cold.” With stiff fingers he punches in the code for the apartment and leads us into a hallway stuffed to the gills with more bikes. There is no lift, which means we have to carry our things up the stairway, winding around and around, hoping that each landing will be our last, but we keep going up until the seventh floor, where finally, mercifully, Jude lays our bags on the floor and fumbles in his pocket for his keys. 

“Jonas is probably still asleep.” He warns us. “So let’s try and keep it down until he surfaces.” He gingerly opens the door to his apartment and lets us inside, and the heating is on, and my body is flooded with the kind of warmth and comfort that makes me want to curl up on that inviting green couch in the living area and fall asleep for hours. 

“You two can sit down wherever.” Jude says, so we peel our coats off and leave them hanging in a closet by the door. “I’ll make something for us to eat.”

“Oh? Food?” Claire says, as she and I sink into the soft cushions of his couch. “You don’t have to make anything.”

“I’m hungry, I’m sure you’re hungry, we can eat.”

“Okay.” She says, immediately convinced, and I wind my arm with hers and rest my head on her shoulder as my eyes flutter shut with contentment. The apartment is so nice. It smells good. There is nice art on the walls that looks as though it was picked out by someone with a good eye, rather than the usual landlord special back in Dublin, which consists usually of some ancient picture of a hideous, jowled dog that was likely dug out of the bottom of a bargain pile at a car boot sale. 

I can’t believe that this morning I was in Dublin, and now I’m in a different country. I’m really in Berlin. I’m in Jude’s house. He’s cooking breakfast. It feels like something that would only happen in my head, but I keep opening my eyes to make sure that it’s real, and finding out that it is. After a while I peer over the back of the couch, and he has his back to me, whisking eggs in a bowl, and I read the spines of the cookbooks stacked neatly by the hob. Ottolenghi. Samin Nosrat. Grace Young. There are no books with unsophisticated titles like One Pot Wonders or Meals in Minutes! His are specific cuisines. Middle eastern food, Japanese food, North African, Italian, Chinese, French. I prop my chin on my hand and regard him with fresh interest. “I didn’t know you cooked.”

He glances over his shoulder at me. “Of course.”

“I mean that I didn’t know that you cooked cooked, as in, more than just improvised tomato pasta and shepherd’s pie from a container.”

He chuckles. “I seem like I enjoy food from containers, do I?”

“Not particularly, I just never thought about it.”

He takes a serrated knife to a hunk of soft bread and cuts off several thick slices. “I’ve always liked to cook. I had to do it a lot when my parents were too busy to make dinner for my sister, it all kind of fell on me, and I grew to like it a bit, I suppose. Luckily. There’s not much that beats the taste of something you made yourself. When it’s good, I mean.”

He casually drunks a slice of bread into the beaten eggs with one hand and fires up the gas stove with the other. “Weird that you never knew that about me, honestly.”

“I suppose it never came up.”

“Hm. Well, surprise.” 

The door from an adjoining room suddenly opens, and I glance around to see a very broad, bare chested man emerge from the darkness of his bedroom. “Hello” He says groggily. “What smells good?”

Claire, who had drifted into a shallow sleep before, regards him suddenly with wide, shocked eyes. He’s wearing nothing but a pair of boxer shorts, looking like a viking, with blonde hair the length of his shoulders and messed up on one side to suggest that he sleeps on his right. 

“Oh.” He says when he notices us on the couch. “Hello ladies.” He steps in front of us so that we’re just about eye level with his crotch and extends a hand for Claire to shake, then me. “I don’t need introductions. I know that you’re Claire, and you’re Evie.” He points his thumb at himself. “I’m Jonas.”

Jude peers at him from the kitchen. “Yeah, they’re pleased to meet you, Jonas, can you put trousers on please.”

He shrugs nonchalantly. “Okay! If you want.” and goes back into his room. 

“Oh my god.” Claire says under her breath. I can’t tell whether she’s appalled or impressed, but she’s wide awake now. 

Jude starts dealing out plates at the counter, and we get up to take our seats as he carefully places a slice of perfectly golden French toast in front of us. He takes a bowl of fresh berries out of the fridge, along with some sort of mascarpone cheese cream, and slides a jar of maple syrup across the counter into my waiting hand. “Enjoy.” He says, and stands on the other side of the counter to eat his the way that Italians drink espresso, al banca. He stabs his fork into the centre of the toast and swipes the knife across it. He’ll have it all eaten in ten seconds, but Claire and I will savour every delicious mouthful. 

“Sorry about the berries.” Jude says eventually. “They’re off-season.”

“Oh God, no, we don’t mind that.” Says Claire. “It’s actually so good, this is unreal.”

“Absolutely.” I agree. “This is like something you’d get in a restaurant.”

“Calm down, lads, it’s just French toast.” Says Jude, but the tips of his ears have gone red. 

When Jonas reemerges, dressed, he takes a plate from the cupboard and starts unceremoniously shovelling food onto it, and then stands barefoot in the middle of the kitchen eating it like a wild animal. I side eye Claire to gauge her reaction to this, and just like I expected she’s horrified.

“What is everyone going to do today?” He says, mouth jammed with bread. 

“No big plans.” I tell him. “Maybe see the sights a bit, wander around. Look at the shops.”

“Oh, have you got costumes for Saturday night?”

“Sort of. Halfway, maybe. We were hoping to find something here.” I glance at Claire and she nods. I have the shoes I want to wear, but nothing else. She hasn’t got a single item, so some serious shopping is in order. 

“There are so many places for thrift shopping.” He says with a wave of his fork. “You will find something great.” He prods Jude’s shoulder with his fork. “Are you going too?”

“Nah we’ve agreed to meet up in the evening, I have to go to the studio today, unfortunately.”

“Work work work.” Jonas says with an eye roll. “I hope you get a good job after all of this is finished, or it will all be for nothing.” 

“Agreed.” Jude says flatly. “Who are going as, by the way? I mean, costume wise” he says to Claire and I then, eyes flitting back and forth between us, and I smirk at him. “We’re not telling you.” We don’t know. “We’re going to surprise you on the night.”

“Fine, then I’ll surprise you too.”

“Well I’m expecting to be impressed.”

His smile falters. “Don’t hold your breath.”

“You mean you’re not overly prepared?”

“It was a difficult theme.”

“It’s not difficult.” Jonas informs him. “It would be difficult if it was, I don’t know, 1930s soviet politicians, but it’s 60’s celebrities. It really couldn’t be easier.”

“Okay.” He shrugs. “Just mostly men were just wearing variations of the same suit.”

“Not true. You could have been a beatle, or a rolling stone, any of those groovy woodstock men, you didn’t think outside the box.” Jonas turns and winks at us. “My costume is good. Wait and see.”

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[partyratspartyart]

Ali gets skibidi rizzed LLLLLL

Ali/taytan/alis fifteen kids belong to dawn

Moon belongs to @billy-m00n

Solaris belongs to sunny

(chunk 1 written by me)

Let me tell you the story of the time the white rooms got skibi rizzed. one day ali was in the control booth with her seventeen kids, including moon, when suddenly... TAYTAN BUSTED IN. "thats it ali, im old and need to get hip with the kids, im pressing...THE SIGMA BUTTON!!!! "NO MAYSHED POHTAYTAN, DONT ITS TOO POWERFUL!" "TOO LATE" taytan yelled missing the button eighteen times before finally pressing it. "Ali i dont feel so good" moon told her before transforming into

(chunk 2 written by @dawncry

A SIGMA MALE. Ali gasped, "Oh no- MOO-" Moon shushed Ali, before motioning to her jawline. Ali screamed. It was too late. Her 17 kids all started shushing and mewing around her. "THE GRINDSET." They chanted, as she screamed, covering her head. "THE GRINDSET." Their voices warped, coming together in an unholy cacophony of noise. Screaming. Screaming was all that came. Their hands held together firmly, slowly melding into one singular line of bodies. They formed a circle, screams echoing around her, their gaping maws distorting as their mouths opened further. She felt their teeth, scraping against her skin as she screamed and flailed in terror. Yet they constricted around her, holding her steady to a position as their screams and bellows grew higher and louder. "PLEASE. PLEASE. SAVE ME-" Her yells were all but muffled by their limbs, covering her face, leaking into her mouth, her nose, her ears, her eyes. And then..

(chunk 3 written by @sundrizzle)

The NUMBER ONE SIGMA appeared from behind, her shadow falling onto the pile of Grindsetters and their victim. They shrieked and skittered away as fast as they could. 'Not so fast,' the NUMBER ONE SIGMA says as she pulls out her signiature move - she rizzes them tf UPPPPPP. 'Who's there?' Ali croaks weakly, too battered to raise her head. 'They call me Solarizz,' the NUMBER ONE SIGMA replied. 'Who are you?' 'Ali... Aliada.' she coughs blood onto the floor pathetically. Solarizz shakes her head. 'That name just won't do! From now on, you'll be known as Alislayda.' Ali nods, too wounded to argue. 'And your friend?' Moon shakes her head, and gestures scornfully at her jawline, and puts a finger to her lips. 'Oh, valid,' Solarizz replies, and considers. 'Reminds me, it's time for my daily mewing session.' 'Wait! But! I need the ambulance-' Ali cries from the ground. Solarizz shushes her, and gestures frantically at her jawline. Ali coughs, and after an hour of being shushed by the mewers, gives out and dies. THE END (she coquit <3) ౨ৎ

[lizavet]

@heropartnerweek - Day 6: Farewell | Return

Poppy refused to lose them again.

She didn’t care what anyone said. She didn’t care if Dedenne said she was projecting and being unfair to Mew. She didn’t care that Mawille said her attachment was unhealthy. And she sure as hell didn’t care that some dirtbag said Mew had to die for the sake of the world.

She was NOT losing Tuft again.

It didn’t matter that Mew wasn’t Tuft. They were the closest thing she had. They were the last, dying ember of a beautiful bonfire, the one thing that kept Poppy warm at night. The final link she had to Tuft, aside from her harmony scarf. Maybe it wasn’t fair to them, but Poppy couldn’t help it! Mew reminded her so much of Tuft that it hurt. She chose to suffer that pain every day if it meant she could feel just a bit of Tuft’s warmth.

And now, someone wanted to take that away from her.

Poppy smashed her fist into a Salamance’s maw, sending it flinching back, ignoring the memories of that horrid mission they took on so long ago, and ran past it. She wasn’t in the mood to brawl with every random feral she came across. She didn’t have time. Every single one that got in her way took a fist or tail to the face, then Poppy sprinted past them, running as fast as she could through the winding floors of the Purifying Cave.

She barely took in her surroundings, the sound of static and pumping blood mixing to fill her ears with a horrid screech and squelch that drowned out everything else. The walls blurred around her as she ran, ignoring everything and everymon she passed by, her eyes only scanning for the stairs leading further down. The stones and gravel beneath her feet felt like nothing, her feet and hands numb as she ran on all fours, desperately hoping for just a bit of extra speed.

She had to go faster. She had to. Tuft Mew was in danger! They could be dying right then for all she knew! Or having her soul ‘purified’ or whatever the hell that meant. It didn’t matter! They were in danger and she had to save them. She couldn’t lose them again. She couldn’t grieve them a second time!

It went on and on.

Run.

Fight.

Search.

Descend.

Run.

Fight.

Search.

Fight.

Descend.

Run.

Search.

Fight.

Fight.

Fight.

Descend.

Run.

Run.

Run.

RUN!

RUN!!!!

RUN FASTER DAMMIT!

The stairs lead down and down and down and down until-

Bright light flooded her vision. She reached the cave’s pit, a large open room, the aqua blue walls and floor and water contrasting harshly with the unconscious form floating in the centre of the room.

“TUFT!” Poppy screamed.

Mew floated lazily in the air, a sphere of pink psychic energy holding them aloft and sealing them tight. Their head lolled to the side, eyes closed, chest slowly moving up and down from their shaky breathing. They were hurt, they were hurt they were hurt they-

They were alive. She wasn’t too late.

Poppy ran toward them, but a zap down her spine warned her of danger, her battle instincts kicking in. She skid to a stop and rolled right, leaping out of the way of a Shadow Ball that exploded against the ground where she was.

‘That was too easy to dodge,’ she noted. ‘A warning shot.’

“Hol’ it!” a voice yelled. A familiar voice. “Don’t touch that there Mew!”

‘YOU!’

Poppy’s head snapped to the side to see Nuzleaf coming out from his hiding space behind a boulder, flanked on both sides by those god damned Beheeyem. The group moved in front of Tuft Mew, standing between them and Poppy.

Her breathing grew heavy as rage coursed through every fibre of her being, Poppy glared at Nuzleaf as hard as she could, feeling her entire body tense. Nuzleaf shrank under her gaze. Good. He deserved to fear her. If he was the one who attacked her, who sent that letter, who was trying t- to…

…he deserved what he had coming to him.

“Get out of my way,” she seethed. Nuzleaf and the Beheeyem stared back, making her lungs burn even more. “MOVE!”

“…‘fraid I can’t well do that,” Nuzleaf said, shaking his head. “I’m mighty sorry, kid. I know I caused you no end of trouble, but-”

“TROUBLE?” Poppy yelled. “TROUBLE? AFTER EVERYTHING YOU’VE DONE, YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST COME HERE AND SAY ‘Sorry for the trouble’ WHILE TRYING TO TAKE THEM AWAY FROM ME!” Violet light filled her eyes, draconic fire flooding her throat, begging to be released. “SAVE IT! JUST GET THE HELL OUT OF MY WAY!”

“I don’t want this either!” Nuzleaf yelled back. “But we gotta wipe out that Dark Matter once and fer all!”

“We can’t take it!” one of the Beheeyem cried, holding its head in its hands, tears in its eyes. “We can’t be taken by that thing again! We can’t!”

“I’m sorry, but we can’t risk it. We can’t go through that kinda pain again!”

The fire in her throat burned hotter, screaming pain filling her lungs. Pain? They didn’t know anything about pain. After all the hurt they caused, they didn’t get to complain about pain. Not when it was their fault. Not when they were trying to hurt her again!

‘It wasn’t their fault. They were victims too. They didn’t want this’

“I… said… MOVE!” Poppy demanded. “Get out of my way before I make you!”

“Child, please!” Nuzleaf begged. “You gotta understand! We can’t let Dark Matter return! This is for the greater good! The world needs us!”

“WELL WHAT ABOUT ME?” Poppy screamed, tears flying from her eyes as she whipped around. “WHERE WERE YOU WHEN I NEEDED YOU? WHERE WERE YOU WHEN THE WORLD TOOK TUFT AWAY FROM ME? WHEN I WAS ALONE? THE WORLD? TO HELL WITH THE WORLD! WHERE WERE YOU WHEN I NEEDED MY DAD!”

Every word she said opened up an old wound, picking at the scabbed over cuts and gashes, making each and every one raw and bloody. Her scales looked red and broken behind her tear-blurred gaze.

Nuzleaf’s eyes were wide as he stared at Poppy, the leaf on his head wilting. “I-” he croaked. “I didn’t- I thought you- why would-”

“SHUT UP! SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP! JUST MOVE! GET OUT OF MY WAY BEFORE-”

A speck of light floated from Mew’s chest.

Poppy’s burning blood suddenly went cold as she watched Tuft Mew’s form begin to shine, bright light glowing underneath their skin, motes of light shedding off of them and dancing into the air.

They were dying.

“NO!” Poppy screamed, running forward recklessly. She had to go! She had to get to them. Nuzleaf dashed in front of her, grabbing her by the chest and shoulder, holding her back. She thrashed in his hold, her mind filled with screaming static as she desperately tried to get him off her. “LET ME GO! PLEASE, LET ME GO LET ME GO! I HAVE TO-”

“I’m sorry, but it gotta be this way!” Nuzleaf yelled pleadingly into her ear. “It’s gotta end! You just gon have to accept this!”

Accept this? Like hell she would! She wouldn’t, couldn’t! Not now, not ever! She let Tuft go once, she wasn’t going to do it again! She fought harder against his grip, the screaming in her mind growing louder and louder as Mew’s form started to glow brighter-

-Tuft’s form started to glow brighter, lifting them off the ground and into the air, a sad smile on their face-

-the teal light taking over more and more of them form, blotting them out-

-Tuft floated up and up, out of Poppy’s reach. She screamed for them to come back, but they just went higher and higher up, the smile never leaving their face-

“Please Poppy! You just gotta let this go! I promise it’s gon be okay! It-”

“-It’s okay. I’ll be fine. I always am!”

“-you don’t want this, an’ I know I don’t deserve it, but you gotta do me this one favour and-”

“-don’t you cry! Not one tear! Not for me! I promise, it’ll-”

“-be okay! But you just gotta let-”

“NO!”

Poppy grabbed Nuzleaf by the throat and JAMMED her knee into his gut, forcing a painful wheeze from his lips. He crumpled underneath her, Poppy running towards Tuft Mew the second she was free. The Beheeyem moved to intercept, psychic energy gripping at Poppy’s limbs, but the second she felt it she released a Draconic Breath from her maw, flooding the cavern and forcing the Beheeyem back, breaking their concentration.

She stopped in front of Mew, grabbing the sphere that held them in place and bashing her fists against it, slamming down as hard as she could. Mew’s form glowed brighter and brighter, and with every mote of light that left their body, Poppy fought harder to break through.

“I WON’T!” she screamed. “I WON’T LET YOU TAKE THEM FROM ME AGAIN! I DON’T CARE IF THE WORLD BURNS! I DON’T CARE IF DARK MATTER COMES BACK! IF IT DOES, I’LL JUST BEAT IT AGAIN!”

A warmth fluttered in Poppy’s chest.

“I WON’T LET YOU TAKE TUFT AWAY FROM ME AGAIN!”

Rainbow light danced across her harmony scarf.

“I WON’T EVER LET THEM GO!”

The sphere shattered in her grip as her harmony scarf ignited, the fabric burning away in a rainbow of fire, the explosion sending Poppy hurtling back into Nuzleaf’s waiting arms, the force nearly sending the both of them to the floor. She ripped her eyes open, gaze immediately snapping back to Mew to see the motes of light dancing around them stop… hold for a moment…

..before shooting back into them, rebuilding their body, putting it back together.

And as life returned to them, the rainbow shine of the burning harmony scarf was mirrored in Mew’s chest, a new light filling the air. A single, golden mote escaped from their heart, slowly drifting through the air towards Poppy’s burning scarf. And as they touched, the rainbow flames turned gold in an instant, exploding in light. Poppy’s eyes were forced shut, their vision swimming as they tried to open them again, desperately looking around the blurred and spinning room, trying to find Mew, to see they were okay, to see them alive. But when the room finally came into focus, she didn’t just see Mew. She saw…

…Tuft. The real Tuft. Not Mew, the pokemon that was forced to fill the void in her heart, but honest to god Tuft, the stupid, stupid, selfish, annoying, infuriating, beautiful Fenniken. They were just as Poppy remembered them, their fur unkempt and fluffy and filled with a random assortment of twigs and leaves, their stupidly big ears flopping around and covering half their face, a smile on their face despite their closed eyes.

They were back.

“Wha-” Poppy muttered, the words dying on her tongue. Her mouth felt dry, ragged breaths clawing at her throat, trying to escape. She didn’t dare blink, couldn’t close her eyes for a second, because if she did she’d realize this was a dream, that it was fake, that Tuft was still gone. She needed this moment to last just a little longer, needed Tuft to still be there, needed-

“So that’s Tuft.”

A pink paw lightly traced Tuft’s face, running through their fur. Mew was awake, floating gently next to Tuft, eyes taking in their form (as everyone should always do). They had a strangely peaceful look on their face, one that… didn’t remind Poppy of Tuft. Everything about the way Mew was holding themself was wrong. It wasn’t Tuft. It was so different to before.

“I was wondering who it was,” Mew continued. “I felt them, you know? I could feel that bit of their soul in mine. It was so strong, so overpowering.” Mew laughed lightly, shaking their head, a silly grin on their face. “They can be very… persistent, you know?”

Poppy couldn’t help but laugh along in disbelief. “Yeah. Yeah, I know.” Her laughs turned to choked coughs and cries. “H-how…”

“Well, it seems that your plan worked, Xatu.”

Despite a part of her screaming not to look away, Poppy managed to tear her eyes away just enough that she could see the approaching figures out of the corner of her eye, unable to understand what she was seeing.

“Ampharos?” she muttered. “A-and… Mawile, and Xatu? What are…”

Ampharos sighed, looking down at Poppy guiltily. “I’m very sorry for the pain,” he said gently. “I’m afraid that all of this was a bit of a setup to bring you here.”

“What?”

Xatu stepped forward, holding a wing out with practised grace, his eyes glowing with psychic power. “I saw it,” he boomed, his commanding voice filling the room. “I saw Tuft, sealed within Mew, waiting to be freed. I saw Mew’s collapse, and I knew it had nothing to do with Dark Matter. I saw it all.”

Poppy looked between them in confusion. “Then why…”

“Because to break the barrier,” Mawile explained, “we needed you. We needed your true feelings to shine. Your connection to Tuft was the only thing powerful enough to break through to them.” She gestured to the room around them, looking in circles. “We knew that here, on this sacred ground, the seal holding Tuft back could be released.”

“But your feelings needed to be true,” Ampharos continued. “We needed them to be real. We needed you to show everything.” He paused, looking away and anxiously rubbing the back of his neck. “And, well… you, uh… you’re-”

“You would never dare show your feelings without us forcing your hand,” Mawile said simply and without any guilt, shrugging her shoulders. Ampharos shrank down a bit more, chuckling humourlessly.

“Yes, that.”

Poppy could barely understand what she was hearing. All of this… was just a trick to get her to say how she felt? Because if she screamed it loud enough, Tuft would come back? Was that really all it took? Could she have done this from the start? Could she have brought them home months ago if she had just been true?

“Of course, we couldn’t do this on our own,” Ampharos said, snapping Poppy out of her spiralling thoughts. “Which is why it’s so lucky that Nuzleaf and his companions came along.”

Poppy’s head snapped up to Nuzleaf who was still holding her, surprised to see a gentle, loving smile on his face. For the first time in what felt like centuries, he looked like the man she knew. The one she thought she knew.

…maybe it was the real him. Maybe she did know him after all.

“Was a mighty fine coincidence,” Nuzleaf said. “We been lookin’ fer a way to make up for all the trouble we done caused. And whad’ya know, it just so happened that yer friends here needed someone to play the part of a villain.” He chuckled to himself. “Fortunately, I had some mighty fine practice.”

…he helped them? He… helped save Tuft… for her…

“Though… I could’a done without the walloping I got for it…”

Mew giggled into their palm, spinning in the air. “Yeah, sorry about that!” they chirped, not sounding sorry at all. “But hey, you shouldn’t have tricked me into coming here if you didn’t wanna get booped!” Mew looked back down at Tuft and smiled. “But you know, I’m glad I came here. I think it was worth it.”

Everything started blurring around Poppy. She couldn’t believe this. This couldn’t be real. It wasn’t happening. They couldn’t take the heartbreak they’d feel when the dream ended. Everyone helping them, Nuzle- Dad coming back to her, Tuft…

It was too good to be true. She needed someone to pinch her. She needed someone to tell her this was real. She needed-

“Poppy?”

Poppy’s eyes immediately snapped over to Tuft, finding them staring back at her. She scrambled to get to them, Nuzleaf letting her go in an instant, dropping her to the ground as she crawled over to them, grabbing their head and placing it in her lap. She put a hand on their cheek, relishing in the light, familiar warmth coming from it, helping Tuft to look her in the eye.

“Tuft,” she breathed. “Y- you- your-”

“Hey, you.” Tuft smiled weakly for a moment, before their expression dropped, guilt in their eyes. “Poppy, I-” they started before letting out a yelp as Poppy dragged them into a hug, squeezing them as tight as she could.

“Shut up,” she demanded, her voice wavering from the tears in her eyes. “You… you are never allowed to leave me again. You’re mine, got it? You don’t get to leave me.”

Tuft tensed for one, eternal, agonizing moment, before quickly letting go, falling into Poppy’s embrace in a way that felt so right, like they were finally where they belonged. “Okay,” they whispered, their breath hot on Poppy’s neck, sending lightning down her spine. She held them as close as she could, relishing in the feeling of their fur against her scales.

For the first time in months, everything was right in the world.

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Tuft (rightfully) assumed that all of this was Poppy’s way of confessing her feelings and figured they were dating. Poppy (being the emotionally constipated idiot that she is) didn’t realize it came out like that. The two figured it out eventually.

[worldwise-randomide]

[ID: a photo of Rando, Anonymous, Incognito, and Arbitrary sat at a wooden picnic table. They each have different drinks and multiple empty glasses. Gorge, Maw, and the back of Pickles are in view behind the table.]

Double battle to see who can last longer has begun! Randonymous vs Inconitrary! Place your bets!

I made picrew of each using this. Until I can be assed to draw at least. I’ll make a person intro tag at some point so these are easier to access. For now this will do.

In order: Rando, Anonymous, Incognito, Arbitrary

I don’t know why I only gave Inco a background. Fit her more I suppose. She does have curly hair but the style is closer to the above, covering her face a bit and being more up.

[aferinbyname]

Maow Maw! Mew maow meoww, mew maow mow maow, maw mrow maw meow maoww mreow mow mew maow, mew mow meow maow mow mew mreoww?

(Trans- Hi Jay! I'm kinda somewhere, I have no clue, but another cat had an idea of how to get back, if you could turn on the teleporter?)

- @toast-the-boat-cat

yeah ofc give me a secondd... ok its on hope to see you soon toast <3

[colon-tf-colon]

Mraaw meow, meow? Mrow mrew mew mew, meow Maw meow - mrew meow meow? Mrow :3

yeah you spitting, me too.

[toast-the-boat-cat]

Mreow mew maoww meow mow maw mroww mew maow Mreww Moww mew :(

(Translation - Robot man poured water on me while i was with Cool Fish man :()

[recyclemogai]

WHABAM! HITS YOU WITH A SILLY FOURSTRIPE FLAG!!!

BY: MEW!!! (A SOMETHING OF MOD MAW)

CLAIMED BY: @chilled-catgender

[freetobeeyouandme]

Chapter 4: Maybe I Didn't Want to Know About the Circle After All

Chapter 4 of my Byler Isekai AU is now up on Ao3! Things get very serious very quickly as El has the worst family reunion ever. This is also the chapter that had me go 'Oh, well, at least I don't have to worry about what to rate this one' but...we're all here because Stranger Things is a horror show, right?

Tags: M, Graphic Descriptions of Violence, Fantasy AU, Canon Typical Violence, Canon Typical Horror, Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn

Summary:

Mike Wheeler hates High School, so when he almost dies and falls through a portal to another world, he’s not going to complain. Especially not when that world does not only have swords and magic but seems to work exactly according to the rules of his favorite tabletop role-playing game. But his euphoria might be short lived because the party of adventurers he falls in with turns out to be the target of an evil god and the fate of the world might rest on their shoulders. So, exactly like his games of D&D. Except the wanna-be Paladin soon realizes that being a hero is much harder in real life than it is in-game. - Or, Mike gets isekai’d into a world where D&D is real.

An excerpt and taglist below the cut:

Excerpt:

The Monk laughs bitterly. Before she can reply, the front door flies open and Lucas storms out, alone.

Max growls.

“Put the wagon in idle and get out,” Lucas says. “El wants to try to talk to him, so we’re gonna have to fight.”

“She can’t be fucking serious,” Max hisses, but does as she’s told.

Mike follows her out, not understanding and not liking what is happening, but without another choice. He pulls his sword from its scabbard, but it feels heavy and useless in his hands.

Before he can ask what they’re fighting, he sees the first tendril of darkness spill over the edge of the island, solid and evil, anchored in the stone and earth that make up the top of Mount Arden by something that looks like vines. It feels malicious, feels, to Mike’s new found sense for the magic of this world, like grating fingernails over a chalkboard. And as the Circle descends only more of it spills over, new tendrils of smokey, vine-like darkness forming and writhing downward.

As the first of them touches the ground, it goes taut for a moment before its connection to the platform rips and it falls to the ground, amassing on the spot it touched. When all of it has descended, it begins rising, like dough in an oven, solidifying and then evolving. First it’s a coil of darkness, then a slimy blob, shuffling, moving, and as it goes along growing arms and legs to propel itself forward. And then it grows a head. It’s a terrible, bulbous thing, and at first Mike can’t even place it as a head, until it opens like the maw of a vicious, starving, flesh eating plant. It’s segmented into five parts, each of them covered in rows upon rows of sharp teeth, which look jagged, uneven, as if made out of shards of bone that have been randomly selected and planted in the soft flesh of its mouth.

The thing – it almost looks like a dog in a perverse sort of way – takes a couple steps away from the spot it grew from, then lifts its blind head. The petals of its face open a little at the tip of the bulb, moving as if it’s sniffing the air, and then it turns towards them. It’s still a good quarter mile away from them, but Mike doesn’t think for a second that this thing is slow.

“So, that’s a problem,” he announces dumbly.

Neither Max nor Lucas justify that with a response. The Monk simply growls at the dog-thing, claws flashing out from her splayed paws. The Ranger pulls his bow from his back and readies an arrow. Besides them, Mews crouches, ready to pounce.

Another dog forms on the ground behind the first, then another. They watch the three of them for a tense moment, more dark vines reaching for the ground around the dogs. And then they pounce.

His stomach sinking, Mike takes a step forward, then another. He stops when he has put enough distance between himself and the car that he won’t immediately crash into it when the dogs inevitably push him back and plants his feet firmly on the ground. His grip on his sword tightens, while the other hangs uselessly at his side. He wishes he had a shield or something, if only so he could hide behind it.

Instead he has to watch his enemies advance with his heart pounding loudly, almost painfully in his chest.

Max and Lucas flank him on either side, probably meaning to protect him as much as the car and the house – at least he hopes so – but Mike has no pretensions that he is a line they can hold. Not as even more and more dark vines turn into flesh colored blobs and then grow arms, or legs, or whatever one wants to call their gross, raw appendages.

He takes a steadying breath, then another, and then the dogs are on them. He tries to be ready and only almost succeeds. The dog in the middle jumps clear past the actually combat experienced members of their defense band, and Mike can only lift his sword, slashing downward, somehow catching the creature as it tries to descend on him. It’s just enough to repel the dog.

It stumbles to the ground, growls at him and turns to attack again.

This time Mike slices open a small part of its side. Black liquid – blood, although it looks congealed and old – slowly seeps out, covering its dark red, fleshy hind.

The dog howls in pain and jumps again.

Two hits is as lucky as Mike gets. He brings the sword up in a wrong angle and barely dances out of the way of the dog he missed.

Except its claw rakes his side anyway.

He grits his teeth against the pain, not wanting to give the monster the satisfaction of hearing him cry out. Behind his enemy more are fast approaching.

He whirls around, trying to meet the dog’s next attack, but he thinks the only thing that saves his eye is the arrow that hits the thing’s side and pushes it away from Mike. Then a red blur streaks past him and before he can understand what is happening Max has wrestled the dog into submission – and then sinks her claws into its neck and rips its head from its body with her bare hands. Black blood sprays, barely visible on her dark robes.

She holds the severed head out to the next wave of dogs approaching. “You want to end like this keep coming,” she growls.

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