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littlepawz · 6 months

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Cave lion protecting his prey

#cats #felines #gorgeous cats #fluffy cats #kitties #ragdoll #cat in tunnels #blue-eyed cats #cats and toys #pets #animals #domestic animals #comforting creatures #so fluffy #awww #<3 #cat lovers #kitty cats

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sayhowdycountrycritters · 11 months

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Ingrid & Greta

#kittycat #white cats #cute cats #my sister #blue-eyed cats

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saturncoyote · 2 months

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nobody: people with blue eyes:

#warrior cats #wc #ashfur #crowfeather #bluestar #cinderpelt #saturn art #that one blue eyed grey cat trend

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cemeterything · 10 months

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today's beasties

#🐉#blue eyed freaks edition #cats

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saoirsethesiamese · 1 year

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I got a lil sis!

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melvinthecat · 1 year

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Merry Christmas

#melvin the cat #birmancat #ragdoll #catsoftheday #cats #cat #cats of tumblr #cute cats #pretty cats #catsofinstagram #blue eyes #blue eyed cat #cute cat #christmas cat #christmas #bowtie #cats in clothes #cats in costumes

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stupidwarriorkitties · 7 months

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something something rusty joining the clans and slowly losing all personality and humanity and simply becoming a robotic killing machine for the clans.

#stupidwarriorkitties #wc rusty #wc fireheart #probably gonna call this something like ‘infernoheart au’ or ‘house fire’#scopohobia tw #blue eyed people vibes #warrior cats #warriors #wc au #firestar #housefire au

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junckert · 4 years

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me and my cat at the beginning of 2020

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annboch · 2 months

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FujiMizu family-!

*not sold separately*

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sophswritingthings · 5 months

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Ok imagine reader who’s some sort of performer (maybe they where “different” and in some sort of circus esque freak shows) (Idk if those existed in 16th century japan) a super charismatic artist basically.

But maybe like a singer or a storyteller of some sort, and Ringo drags mizu to one of there performances while their in a town because he’s Ringo. The whole thing gets busted down by robber or some sort of big bad. But eventually reader sees mizu fight and is like “hey I want to join your group” and of course mizu is mizu and says no.

Basically reader wants to join them because similar to akemi they crave freedom, kind of the artist experience (wanting to create and share things with the world, but being limited every step of the way) they want some sort of substance in their life, adventure I guess.

Eventually they convince mizu because their like “hey, I know how to people with people, and you guys don’t, I can talk our way out of things and get you into places without having to kill 100 guards” and mizu is like “ugh ok”

<333

This is so black cat and orange cat coded

(Lowkey might make an oc based off of this)

pairing: mizu x fem!dancer!reader

warning(s): mentions of abuse, swearing, blood

a/n: I…. you mentioned cats so I… drew something. i-I’ll link it at the bottom

summary: you’d been dancing ever since you were young; you were part of a traveling show, run by possibly the worst man you’d ever known. and when you see the strong samurai come through, saving you and the rest of your comrades from harm, you knew you had to get out. and here was your chance.

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step left, step right, step forward. spin, smile.

that was all you’d ever known; ever since you were nine you’d been traveling. your mother and father were absent—not dead, no—just absent and horrible people.

so you grabbed ahold of any stability that this world could offer you that wasn’t a husband or being a woman of a brothel.

you peered out among the crowd that you’d be performing for tonight, spotting a pretty looking samurai among the crowd—sat next to a large man who seemed to have no hands.

what a sight to see, huh.

you dip back inside, glancing at your dancing partners—akari and chiyo.

“so, who’s the pretty boy in the crowd?” you cock your head, making the other girls giggle at your words.

“he is pretty, isn’t he?” chiyo smiles, dabbing white powder onto her face, “a samurai, though, you can tell—they're always bad news.”

“not always,” you raise a finger. “I might talk to him.”

“I haven’t seen you so interested in a man in forever,” akari chuckled. “why are you choosing so now?”

“you don’t choose that kinda thing,” you shrug. “and.. I don’t know, I’m one and twenty. maybe I’d like to settle down soon?”

akari and chiyo scoffed, though it was akari who spoke.

“settle down? you? yeah, I doubt that,” she narrowed her eyes. “would you seriously want to get married and leave?”

“maybe! and I never said I’d marry him! I’d just like to get to know him,” you fold your arms.

your sights had never been set on marriage with this mystery samurai. your sights had seriously been set on getting out of this hell-hole; and if marrying this samurai was your ticket out, than so be it!

a bell rang. your turn.

you and your partners slipped out onto the stage, holding flower covered fans in front of your faces. your eyes stay downcast, flicking your wrist upward into a forward movement.

you twirled around your partners, looking like a mystique kind of creature in the night—those eyes behind that fan were sultry.

mizu was watching with interest, her eyes behind her glasses specifically trained on you.

you were interesting. you were gorgeous, that was one thing, but you were a woman working. a woman working for her pay under a man she knew was absolutely horrible.

bang.

her head snapped up at the sound of a pistol, watching as the dancers scrambled off stage.

she laid her eyes on said pistol; oh, it wasn’t any pistol, it was an english pistol imported here. she knew she knew where her white man was; but she had no way in. if this man had a pistol from him; he could be her real ticket inside.

she sprung to her feet, unsheathing her sword. she swept her sword under his feet, knocking him down. she placed her heel against his chest, narrowing her eyes.

she placed her sword beside his hand, drawing a line across his two fingers.

“that’s an english pistol,” she hissed, “I know where you got it from. and I want you to get me inside.”

“or what?” he narrowed his eyes.

“I’ll cut you,” she drew her sword across the rest of his fingers, “limb for limb.”

he whimpered, blood spurting from his fingers, “fine! fine. I’ll get you inside.”

she drew her sword back, slipping it back into her scabbard.

“ringo—keep hold of him,” she commanded, gesturing for her apprentice.

all the while you were watching the moment pass by; peeking out from behind the stages curtain. you watched mizu handle the situation with precision and care, taking the steps to get what he wanted.

then you noticed he was leaving. leaving!

you leapt out from behind the curtain, gently grabbing the back of her overcoat.

“sir! sir,” you bowed your head. “may I ask a question of you?”

she turned around, gazing at you. you were the dancer she’d been so focused on the entire time while watching the performance.

“what is it? I’m in a hurry,” she hissed, eyes narrowed.

“may—may I come with you?” you said rather bluntly.

she paused for a moment, turning back over her shoulder without even answering. It was clear it was a no.

“wait! wait, I have things to offer,” you called out. “It may not be money, but I have skills. people skills, in fact. I could get you through armies of men, without you having to get even the tip of your sword dirty.”

she paused in her tracks, gazing back at you.

“you better be able to provide as you say you can,” she furrowed her eyebrows. “or I’ll leave you out in the snow where you cannot find us.”

you bowed again, “understood, sir. I won’t let you down I promise.”

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a/n: you mentioned cats and I provided