(Update by Mewscaper, on February 25th, 2014)
We are currently seeking applicants for our club's administration. Please read all information in this journal if you are interested in applying for a position!
Accepting Applications for Group AdministratorsGreetings, fellow Mew fans and followers. It sure has been a while, hasn't it?
We're always looking for new members, and new art. Please promote this group to your friends and acquaintances, and forward their art and participation here! Help us become the biggest sanctuary of Mew on dA!
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Mew Taur TF Was it getting warmer? He wasn't sure about that but he was definitely getting hot, maybe it was the exercise of climbing back up the cave wall. He still had a long way to go and other obstacles to climb or crawl through before he'd get back to the mouth of the cave.Mew Taur TF by DonPretzel
Now he was starting to feel really hot and had started to sweat profusely. This definitely wasn't due the the physical exertion he realised and began to worry, he wanted to get out of the cave as quickly as possible, this wasn't fun any more.
His skin felt like it was burning, hot tingling sensations ran across his body with every heartbeat. He noticed his clothes were loose, had he sweat so much as to loose that much weight? had his wet clothes created that effect? No, something was not right with his body he thought. No time to stop and worry about it now, he just wanted to get back into the light of
The Return of TF SicknessChris Bondi the anthro kitsune looked to Midday Mew, as if pleading for help...but Midday really didn't know what to do. Chris's many arms, legs, wings, and tails all were twitching constantly from the pain, and Chris had three heads, one having five eyes, one having three eyes, and a third head having two mouths... His fur had turned a bright rainbow tie-dye of colors, and his muscles were swelling too. But how did all of this happen in the first place?The Return of TF Sickness by Midday-Mew
Midday Mew, a Pokemon who is a yellow-furred Mew whose fur glowed the color of saffron, was wearing his favorite shirt, that "Sky Shirt" as he called it. The shirt was sky blue and had white spraypainted on it, the white looking like clouds in the sky. Midday's gray watch had a neon blue screen with a holographic display projected above the screen, not unlike the watches from the movie Spy Kids 2. This watch could tell time, cause transformations, and even function as a phone. The watch could play music, stream vid
Predestined Prodigy (Mew-taur tf)“Great dinner, mom,” Kyle grinned sincerely as he stood up from the table. Plate in hand he walked over to the counter and began the process of collecting the dirty dishes and loading them into the small dishwasher next to the sink.Predestined Prodigy (Mew-taur tf) by TheFleetingShadow
“Thanks Kyle, you’re too sweet,” his mother responded and helped him start clearing. It was technically the teen’s job, but his family usually helped out. At least for the clearing part.
Kyle wasn’t the average teenager. He was 17 years old as of about a month ago, he had blond hair, and light blue eyes. He was also pale, skinny, wore thin-rimmed glasses, and tended to wear bright colors, all of which made him look like he had stepped out of a candy commercial. His schoolmates had laughed him at more than once because of it. The boy tended to ignore them though, and his psychic premonitions usually allowed him to steer clear of trouble. Psychic humans were uncommon, but definitely not unheard of in his part of the w
They'll Mew the DayNorman rode the elevator to the top floor in his office tower. He held a briefcase containing notes for he presentation he had at four p.m. He hoped there was coffee, as he was tired. He didn't really want to give this presentation but had little choice.They'll Mew the Day by RustyRaccoon
Once he was at the top floor, he sighed and yawned before walking out of the elevator. He walked down the hallway and into the boardroom. The room was one where he and his team had made countless decision for their company. Norm realised the irony of this room. He'd sat at the head of the table. The fifty-seven year old sometimes wondered if these arrangements were any different then a child claiming they were king of the proverbial castle simply because they stood or sat at what all agreed was the best position.
Four of the six executives he was going to give the presentation to were already there. Each, as Norman was, wore an expensive suit. Norm would rather be relaxing on the beach in swim trunks or taking a walk in the woods weari
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