To walk the earth

The cat is free No tether he Will wear in circumspect Ah but the eyes And jealous cries We hold in dire respect Disdains the call A prison wall Will never him attract Yet he betrays His freedom's ways For one kind word and pat (The Cat is Free by Adeline)

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fracturedpneuma:

  Rolling his eyes, he snorted at the cat. Of course, he knew that it wouldn’t know who his father is or why he left. He just wanted to demonstrate that Leopold didn’t really know anything of interest to Stuart.

      ❝ I know everything I need to know about werewolves, thank you very much, kitty. And I am a genius, highly intelligent, do you really think I haven’t tried to find my father, using everything that I can? ❞

      If he was physically capable of raising a brow at the boy, he would. He flicks his tail about before curling it around his paws, contemplative. Perhaps going on the werewolf angle was a mistake - he usually assumes adolescent werewolves know nothing, so perhaps it was time for that assumption to change, especially when dealing with someone who was a ‘highly intelligent genius’.

      “Well, if you’re so clever than, why haven’t you found him yet?”

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wxldchxld:

It didn’t surprise her that he didn’t know what she was talking about. It did come as a marginal shock that she’d used the term so freely. Maybe she really ought to start talking to more people; her filter was starting to slip, and that wasn’t a luxury she could afford. Beck hummed to herself and tried to find a good way to explain it. Honestly, it was one of those boring things she’d ignored. 

“I think it’s—Latin.” She said slowly, trying the words out on her tongue; they fit surprisingly well. “It means not-witch or—something to that effect. There was a big issue a few hundred years ago about all the different sorts of witches and confusing terminology and honestly I didn’t pay a lot of attention in school. I think they chose it because no one speaks real Latin anymore, so none of us can squabble over who gets the credit for the word. That’s—a thing for witches.”

It was the best explanation she had, and Beck was pretty satisfied; she hadn’t even thought it would be that clear a few minutes ago. Having answered the implied question in the sake of politeness, Beck turned her attention back to the interesting part of the conversation. 

“The knowledge of all things?” There was a twinkle of excitement on her eyes. “That sounds like a witch’s gift to me. And those usually are scams. I imagine that’s a tiresome burden to carry around. You probably never get any decent conversation… so how’d you get saddled with it?”

A witch’s gift. He wants to hiss and claw and bite at the implication that what he had been cursed with was anything but. It was a gift to no one, least of all him, and his bittersweet Miss Guin. He does not call to arms at her innocent question, but he cannot stop his claws extending at the tension that races up his spine, fluffing up the fur along his back.

There were so many ways he could answer her, so many ways he didn’t want to. The last time he told anyone about he’d nearly been killed, though he supposes he cannot blame the Armitage family for the reaction to news of their daughter’s demise. He can blame them for attempting to take it out on him - You are the devil! - but he’d long since outlived them, and there was no use holding a grudge any longer.

“Well, to be fair it wasn’t supposed to go to me,” he starts, slowly turning back onto his feet, tucking his paws beneath his body. He had to maintain some dignity if he were to hash out some version of what had happened that night. “It was supposed to go to the witch. Be her...gift, you said? Something went wrong - and I couldn’t tell you what, so don’t ask - and here we are.”

He wonders if he should say more, say how he was meant to be the sacrifice and her the receiver of these gifts. But no, it was his story, and Miss Guin’s story, and he didn’t quite feel up to tarnishing her sweet name, despite how they ended.

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assholemedium:

Orion was getting irritated. He was ready to explode, to yell, to scold and to have sarcasm and snark leaking from every word he would say, but then he realized - this was a fucking cat. A talking, stuck up cat. This, of course, made him lean back, blink a few times, and then start to laugh at the ridiculous situation. ❛ I’m fuckin’ mad, ❜ he chuckles, taking out another cigarette to shove between his lips. This would be just like yelling at his own cat, which he would never do.

❛ Hate t’break it t’you, mate, but you’re not a person, ❜ He’s a cat. A feline. An animal that walked on four legs and ate mashed up food and who wasn’t supposed to be talking, right now. His interest, though, had been peaked, and so he caught up to the cat’s side, walking beside him as he exhales his smoke. ❛ D’you talk t’everyone, or am I jus’ hearin’ things? I gotta know, ❜

     He rolls his eyes at the laughter that follows him, but keeps his languid pace. He had no where in particular to, as was his usual way, and so he would wander until something caught his attention, or until he got hungry. He was proficient in both catching prey, and duping humans into giving him food, and used both skills to his advantage whenever he needed to. Other cats might think it a weakness, to look to humans for sustenance, but he just saw it as broadening his diet - humans had such a variety of food, after all, and he had the knowledge to actually enjoy it.

     “If you really think you’re hearing things, then how can you believed anything I say?” he replied instead of answering. He didn’t often talk to people, or rather people weren’t always worth talking to. He was fickle in his nature, and his reasons for talking to people usually changed from day to day.

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notspiderkid:

          Spider-man fell on his backside at the cat’s reaction. Turns out cats don’t like to be spoken to like that. He wondered if dogs also hated it, and babies, too. Blinking several times, Spider-man then pushed forward. “Okay, okay! I’m sorry!” he quickly replied, moving onto his knees to crawl closer. He held a hand out to the cat as he slowly moved closer, allowing for his scent to drift before pressing forward. He didn’t want to feel like he was cornering the poor thing, so he made sure there was a wide gap to his side before reaching it. “I’ve actually got this super cool new anti-web remover spray stuff now,” Spider-man explained as he moved a hand to his tactical belt to retrieve a phial of it.

          “Made it just last week in chemistry!” he piped and removed the web-fluid from his shooter to replace it. “I really do need to make an adjustment so these things swap without my intervention.. Could save a bunch of time, plus I don’t think any bad guys would stop and wait around for me to fix this, you know?” Spider-man said, “Alright, there we go! Just let me spray you with this stuff, okay? Won’t hurt, I tested it on myself a bunch of times.”

      Leopold barely listens to the boy’s inane chatter as it came closer towards him. He would make good on his threat should things go awry whilst the boy was removing the substance from him. If nothing else, one thing Leo had learnt to become over time was vicious. Her permitted the boy to come toward him, an worked hard to calm his ire.

     His left eye twitches in preparation for this spray, and he turns his head all the while staying stood on his hind legs. He supposes he should be impressed that this young boy had managed to create all these....strange things - he couldn’t quite remember meeting another human who had managed to make, what, spiderwebs? Stick silk? Well, whatever it was, Leopold couldn’t remember meeting another person in the entirety of his short life who managed to do it, and he thinks he will definitely bite something just based on the principal.

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temporary hiatus

just realised that I’m gonna be on hiatus this weekend (friend’s 25th, gonna get wasted or as close to) so im gonna try and finish up any drafts and starters and stuff I have before then. I’ll still reblog memes and ill jump into askboxes when i can, and always up for plotting and just chatting in general. Should be back in the swing of things on Monday or Tuesday (depending on how close to wasted I get). I’ll reblog this to my other blogs and then I might post a starter call for me to get back to when I come back. 

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woops its been a while

was kinda distracted by other blog, my bad – but im back and i will get to drafts and whatever else i have hanging around. like this for………for leo in your askbox who now lives in your home you have no choice you have been chosen ?

[rpmememakers-blog]

Send me, "Bite" for my muse to bite your muse

Or send “Bite reverse” for your muse to bite my muse

[grab-an-idea]

Send 🌑 to crawl into bed with my muse

[arabwife]

I’ll get over it I just gotta be dramatic first

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colorful headcanons.

[twiicelost]

( send me a copic color for a headcanon )

frost blue: does your muse enjoy the snow and cold? or are they the type to enjoy summer more?

peacock blue: is your muse honest? what sorts of lies do they tell, if not?

lapis lazuli: does your muse prefer the idea of exploring the depths of the oceans, or the boundless expanses of space more?

reddish brass: how likely is your muse to step up and take the role of a leader? are they willing to take the challenge, or are they more apt to being a follower?

burnt umber: how stable is your muse, mentally and/or emotionally?

champagne: does your muse drink (alcohol)? are they a heavy drinker, if so?

tea orange: what is something that your muse is fascinated with?

malachite: has your muse ever done anything that they winded up feeling incredibly guilty for in the end?

olive: is your muse prone to feeling envious of others? if yes, what is it that they typically feel envious over?

vermillion: is your muse courageous, or would they consider themselves to be more of a coward?

coral: what is your muse’s romantic and sexual orientations?

bougainvillaea: would your muse consider themselves as blunt, or do they beat around the bush instead?

currant: what’s something that absolutely disgusts your muse (can be a person, place, thing, ect)?

crimson: how passionate is your muse about the things they love most?

raspberry: what food and/or drink can your muse not get enough of? do they indulge in it often, or is it something reserved for special occasions?

baby blossoms: does your muse have a favorite scent? what is it, and why?

mallow: what sorts of things might remind your muse of those close to them? any scents, objects, sounds?

aubergine: does your muse prefer the day, or are they more of a night-owl?

acacia: how much does it take for your muse to hate someone?

cadmium yellow: what subjects or topics does your muse avoid, because they bring up harmful / painful memories?

honey: when your muse loves someone (whether it be romantic, platonic, or familial love), how do they show it?

chartreuse: if you had to describe your muse with a color, what color would it be and why?

anise: when it comes to self-care, what does your muse do to take care of themselves? do they take care to spend time on it, or do they feel they don’t deserve it?

new leaf: what message would your muse send to their past self, if any?

moss: how easily does your muse adapt to any new situations they’re thrust into?

silk: does your muse care about appearances much? do they spend a lot of time on their own appearance, or do they just go with the flow each day?

sanguine: does your muse typically have an optimistic, pessimistic, or some middle ground outlook on life?

atoll: if your muse could go anywhere, without any restrictions whatsoever, where would they go? why would they go there?

cool grey: if your muse could ensure one thing for certain in their future to come, what would it be?

black: does your muse have a ‘bucket list?’ list some things your muse wants to accomplish before they die.

[vldemrt]

royalsuggestions:

“You’re being inhumane”

Well, I am inhuman

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woops its been a while

was kinda distracted by other blog, my bad -- but im back and i will get to drafts and whatever else i have hanging around. like this for.........for leo in your askbox who now lives in your home you have no choice you have been chosen ?

[vhsmeme]

* don’t starters

‘ don’t be a stranger. ’

‘ i don’t think i can. ’ 

‘ don’t say that. ’

‘ you don’t have to go. ’

‘ don’t be what they made you. ’

‘ you don’t have to be anyone’s hero. ’

‘ why don’t you stay right here? ’ 

‘ don’t you trust me? ’

‘ you don’t have to be on your own. ’

‘ i don’t like to think about it. ’

‘ you don’t get to make that call. ’

‘ don’t act like you care. ’

‘ we don’t think alike. ’

‘ you don’t need to worry about that. ’

‘ i don’t know why. ’ 

‘ you don’t mean that. ’

‘ you don’t have to tell me. ’

‘ i don’t trust many people. ’

‘ i don’t have a family anymore. ’

‘ you don’t care what they think. ’

‘ don’t listen to them. ’ 

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like this for a starter which i will get to sometime later today. as always, feel free to hmu if you want to plot

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@fatetempted continued from 

      The weather had turned against him some days prior, and the black cat had been frequenting various rooms of the odious establishment to escape the cold. They were usually empty - business was evidently not great this time of year - and whilst not much warmer than outside, they had been at least dryer and therefore perfect for him. 

     He had thought he would get some respite this night; the day had been light and almost warm, and the hunt plentiful. He had some theories as to why there was a sudden influx of rodents and insects in the small town - the weather had also been a clue - but he was not the type to look a gift horse in the mouse, and so ate his fill. On his final hunt - a rather large rat for the road, so to speak - the heavens once more opened up, and drenched him almost to the bone. Even now he still shivered, small uncomfortable, uncontrollable things, as he continued to stare down the man.

   “Well, someone’s a dog person,” he started before realising that it was probably in his best interest to pretend he was a normal cat, or else be chased out into the cold, “Er, I mean - ...Meow?”

     At a loss of what else to do, he pushes the dead rodent he'd caught until it falls off and lands rather heavily on the floor.

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@notspiderkid continued from

      He is, for once, rendered completely speechless by the giant red and blue blob that has appeared from seemingly nowhere. Then, all at once, the boy’s - because it could be nothing else other than a human boy - words finally catch up with Leo’s mind.

    “A treat? A treat?” there is more of a growl to his voice, and he was sure he’d look especially ferocious if the white substance was not still clinging to his paws, “How about you get this, this stuff off of me before bite your pudgy little fingers off!”

   To his further humiliation, he’s backed himself into a corner, and in his vigour to shake the substance away, he has only further spread it on his fur.

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fracturedpneuma:

  Admittedly, the name-calling was getting a little out of hand and very ridiculous but Stuart surely wouldn’t stop now. He does settle for “Mr. Midnight”, though. For now, at least. He listened to the black car, wondering what answers he could give him. Because there aren’t many questions he has. And somehow, he is sure that the few questions he does have, Leopold can’t answer.

       ❝ I am pretty sure you can’t answer the questions I have. Or can you tell me who my father is and why he left? ❞

      Wow, straight to the deep stuff with this guy. 

     “I think you’re taking my ‘knowledge of all things’ a little too literal,” Leopold said instead of answering. Why couldn’t people be more curious about the world around them, instead of so focused on themselves? He could do knowledge of the world, so much useless knowledge of the world that he really didn’t need rattling about in his head.

     “I meant knowledge of more general things - like how werewolves came to be? Or, uh, oh! Substances which are poisonous to werewolves? Which parts of Los Angeles you should avoid at night, even. If you really must learn your heritage, I have figured out how to use touch-screen devices - perhaps a search upon them will reveal more answers?”