Cat eyes.

Hey darlin'. You look better in black.

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[natural-magics]

Hekate Offerings by jeffcullenartistry

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[soulmates-last-forever]

[mumisija]

[thesailorbee]

"Hide away all the things you want from everybody else and they become yours."

Riruka, Bleach 471 (via thesailorbee)

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annabelrising

                                            ☂; Bed ridden clothes and bed ridden hair made up the little black cat known as Oliver. He had long forgotten what he was suppose to be doing considering he had just woken up on his favorite park bench. Maybe he was suppose to be shopping for dinner? Doing homework? Running the store? Oh dear -- he didn't know. He did know one thing though, if he called Riley to ask then he was surely going to get scolded. She was becoming more and more like a mother than his own twin sister. Using the back of his hands the boy rubbed at his still sleepy eyes which were still sensitive to the light that was dimly shinning through the trees. "--..i wonder what time it is now.."

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salt-sage-silver

                                            ☂; It was one of those days where Oliver spend his time in the park. It was snowing so his dark locks were sprinkled with white snow flakes. He wondered what it was like when you died and either went to heaven or hell. Oliver wasn't sure if he wanted to know the answer just yet but he was sure his parents were somewhere. The cat didn't like to think that maybe they had been guided down stairs instead of up but he didn't see any real reason that they would have. sadly-- it wasn't his call though. Oliver's hands were hidden within his sleeves and his right sleeve was resting against his chin, his breath making small white clouds in the cold air. "I wonder if they can hear me." Talking to himself again and not others had certainly become a bad habit of his.

[snsxpns]

                                It took him a while — as he walked around the housing area and his green pairs wondering about for a black feline. He was almost giving hope because how would one search for a missing cat — plus, the cat surely would go home when it’s hungry, right — and, he was only wearing his lounge clothing; very much prepared for the very cold air outside. He sneezed, once and twice, rubbing his nose with an index finger and as he was wandering aimlessly then he spotted a little black cat rolling on it’s back on top of a pile of snow. His face brightened up, a grin stretched across his tanned complexion. “Kitty! There you are” He moved approaching said cat with his lengthen strides, then bending down to pick the cat up. “You know Ma would kill me if you go off running again”

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                                            ☂; Soon Oliver found himself saved but then thrown into more trouble. To everyone he just looked like a normal cat which is bad because usually humans wanted to take stray animals home. Oliver already had a home so he needed to scurry away before this human snatched him up. The cat took to his feet and began to shake out his snowy fur. The black cat started to back up but sadly it was too late because he had already been spotted. Letting out a meow the smaller of the cats tried to turn tail and run but it only got him snatched up with a couple of sweet words. Shit. What was he going to tell Riley? And how was he going to get out of this mess? Before he had transformed he had been naked which meant..transforming back he would also be naked. Cry. This was just a big ole' mess. Maybe this is why he stayed in his human form.

[fujubun-na]

              { ❅ } —  Weston mumbled something under his breath, most likely cursing himself for being so clumsy and partly blaming his single untied shoe.Whining, he sits up slowly, snow powdering his clothes and hair in bright white. Thin legs were held out in front of him, lips pulled into a pout as he shakes the slush from his silver-blonde tresses. “Wha-” Weston glanced up, forest green hues locking onto the person who had seen his embarrassing display of feline grace. Not. Gosh, what happened to cats always land on their feet? Feeling his cheeks heat slightly, Weston nodded and offered up his best goofy, reassuring smile. “Y-Yeah, I’m okay! I was just, uh….I wanted to make a snow angel-Yeah, a snow angel!! S-See-?” He gushed awkwardly, suddenly throwing himself back to the snow-covered ground and waving his arms in up and down motions, creating a haphazard angel.

But then he stopped, breath frosting in the air. Oh…shit, this guy was right. He’s right in the middle of everything-uugghh….Blushing deeper, Weston quickly shoots back up, fumbling to his feet and dusting himself off. “R…Right, I…I knewthat…” Blinking several times, Weston slowly redirects his eyes on the stranger, staring. Wait…his scent—it couldn’t be. Could it? How had he not noticed it immediately? Trying to stamp down his frantically rising excitement, Weston asks, “U-Um! But..but you-…you wouldn’t, you wouldn’t happen to b..e…er-“ 

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                                            ☂; So many words and so little attention span. The boy wasn't making Oliver nervous or anything but he was definitely making the boy have to work to listen. The blonde's words were everywhere; here, there and way over there. Oliver just nodded because he was unsure what to answer to. Should he answer to the boy being okay or the lame excuse about the snow angel? So many words and so little time. "I see.." Said Oliver as he watched the other with grey eyes and a blank expression. He wasn't annoyed or anything, he just didn't show normal expressions like others. Hopefully the other wouldn't mistake his blankness for something else. That would probably definitely hurt Oliver's feelings just a bit if anything at all. He wanted friends but they were so hard to come by when you were so different.

Oliver blinked as he watched the other shoot up. "--it was okay though. There--wasn't anyone coming.." Maybe the cat was trying to make the other feel better. Who knows? The blonde did seem really nervous but soon Oliver found himself being stared at. Did he had something on his face? Or? All he could think of was his beauty mark and all his earrings. Oliver blinked again. "Be..what?" he asked, seeming confused. "I'm okay too?" Completely misunderstanding.

[snsxpns]

                             Panic rose in his throat. He knew he shouldn’t have opened the window wide and for so long. He was practicing his cello playing when he saw a black cat scurrying her way out through it. He saw her sneaking out and he yelled, calling after her. “Kitty no!” He shrieked, then making his way downstairs, rushing out of his home. His mother would have kill him if she knew he’d let her precious cat out. She’d told him countless of times to not let her precious cat out — said feline was a medium connecting the real and the spiritual world, something that his mother had been treasuring for over years. “Kitty?” He called again, brows furrowing worried. Now where would he start searching for the missing cat

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                                            ☂; Cute small black paws padded against the ground as Oliver was walking through the cold side walks. He was minding his own business and airing out his fur, he usually didn't take this form much. The cat's tail swayed back and forth as he was glancing around. It was sure chilly outside with all the snow that had gathered. He was thankful that it wasn't hot because his black fur did not reflect the suns rays like he wanted it to. Oliver went to hop over a small snowy mount when he was ran into which caused the two black cats to go rolling out into the sidewalk. Oliver whined softly as he rolled over to gain his footing back but sadly the cats were tangled up and pawing at each other, trying to get free.

[fujubun-na]

        ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴛᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴍʏsᴇʟғ ғᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ                    ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴏᴡ ɪ ᴡɪsʜ ɪ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ᴍᴇ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ

inaequali

              { ❅ } —  Something was burning. Weston’s feet came to a stop, sneaker soles crunching softly in inch-deep snow. He turns his nose up, giving the cool air a single sniff. Miles away, maybe longer, maybe shorter, someone had set fire to cedar and oak, it’s thick aroma mixing in just the right ways on the wind. The source is most likely a bonfire or camp fire, Weston is sure. Whatever the case, he likes the smell, of nature and cold and charred wood. For some strange reason, it’s…nostalgic, reminding him of memories he’s sure he doesn’t have. Yet somehow, they’re there. The feeling is pleasant all the same, no matter how curious it makes him. Blinking a tiny straw snowflake from his blondish lashes, Weston continues his walk, hands sliding into jacket pockets. Hm. He kinda wanted some lamb….

He’s looking back up at the cloudless blue sky again, which is ultimately his down fall-literally. Weston doesn’t know why, but one minute he’s walking, and the next he’s slipping on something, sending the werecat to the ground with a loud squeak of surprise, landing right on his ass in a flurry of kicked up slush. “Akshdkjfhgjkd—”

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                                            ☂; Oliver was just aimlessly walking through out he city not because he was lost or anything but because the cat had forgotten where he was going. Maybe he had gotten turned around somewhere but he didn't know. Hell, he could be down town when he needed to be up town and not even realize it until Riley was blowing up his phone and asking where he was. Without her -- he got into a lot of trouble. He use to not be this bad but after their parents deaths, he had changed quite a bit. He kept a strong appearance up for Riley even though he was lonely inside. Oliver blinked when he smelt the burning wood which caused his nose to twitch. He wondered where that was coming from. It reminded him of s'mores. That sounded good enough though chocolate made his stomach upset but he ate it anyway because who could turn down chocolate?

Though Oliver suddenly came to a halt when something landed in front of him. Oh. Someone fell. The black cat stared for a moment with his sleeve covering his mouth, a bad habit of his. "Are you--okay?" Sometimes his sentences were choppy due to that face his attention span was that of a gold fish. Oops. "--you shouldn't stay down there long..you might get stepped on."