#blackcatiisms

[myconditionisnotterminal-blog]

@blackcatiisms started follow you.

“Would it be totally offensive if I asked you if you've ever used a litter box?”

[witchytar-blog]

( @blackcatiisms. )

❛ i-i was really drunk last n-night, kat. ❜

[thexcouncil]

@blackcatiisms liked for a starter!

“Don’t worry about it, I’ve had worse. She hits like a bitch anyway.”

[pantslessoptimism-a]

@blackcatiisms continued

“I kind of think it’s expected of us to like, drink and shit. Let’s go live up to their expectations.”

[witchytar-blog]

( @blackcatiisms. )

❛ l-listen, apparently no cat likes me and n-never will. ❜ she puts the twisting, hissing little killer with sharp claws almost stuck in her face down, and now the witch is really sad ( you see, she's trying but has no luck with cats ).

[blackcatiisms-blog]

Take a sip of my secret potion,                                I'll make you fall in love.                                          For a spell that can't be broken,                                                                One drop should be enough.

[warstripes-archive]

//So blackcatiisms, I know we were plotting something before but it looks like while my askbox was freaking out and not letting me reply you changed muses. Id still be happy to write something (I'm familiar with Isis too), but we'll probably have to start over the plotting process. Whatever's good for you!

[augmentking-blog]

blackcatiisms

               The   appearance of this   creature   evokes   within                     him memories  of a   time in   which he was   young.                     A mere child, a sleek feline had drawn his attention,                     for   rarely  the   augment   children   interacted with                     animals. Fingers   had   stroked  it,   eyes studied   it                     with   great    curiosity.   Those    memories   were ...                                                  once cherished.                     But now they   are tainted,   destroyed   by betrayal.                     A newer  memory, though   still old, resurfaces   and                     shatters the previous. A woman with Egyptian eyes,                     a woman with lips  who curved into a knowing-smile,                     a  woman with   the face of his   second-in-command.                                         His conscious. His adviser.                                                         Ament.                     She   had been his most trusted   adviser,  and   in the                     end, she had betrayed   him to Gary Seven.   She had                     destroyed his entire enterprise, his plans for the future                                             of a glorified humanity.                     And suddenly, this black cat invokes feelings of rage.                               He reaches down to grab it by the scruff.