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anonymous-dentist · 7 months

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Once upon a time in a kingdom far, far away there lived a brother and a sister in a hollow tree in the forest. The brother was older, and so he took to working to provide for himself and his sister, much to the sister's annoyance.

Every day, the brother would leave his tree to sell leaves in the market. Every day, he would come home with half a penny, and he and his sister could afford rice for dinner.

One day, the brother's business was interrupted by a rather rude customer: a little brown tabby cat who stole his leaves away like the wind!

"Come back here, you mangy cat!" the brother shouted, and he ran after the cat, waving his stick around like a sword.

(For, you see, the brother dreamed of being a knight in the service of the Eternal King so as to provide for his sister better. He did not yet know that doing so would never be possible for one like him.)

He chased the cat, but he lost it in the crowd. Returning to his corner of the market, he discovered that his leaves had all been blown away in the commotion, leaving him with not even half a penny for his day's work. He and his sister went without supper, and they slept in the cold.

The next day, the brother set up in his corner with a fresh load of leaves.

As had happened the day before, he was rudely interrupted by the cat. It stole his leaves away, he chased it, he returned home with nothing.

"I need to kill that cat," he told his sister.

"No!" she exclaimed.

She slapped him. He slapped her back. The man outside watched.

"Bring that cat home," the sister instructed. "Tell it we have all the leaves it could ever want here."

The brother and his sister went without supper for a second day, and they slept in the cold.

The next day, the brother remembered what his sister had told him. When the cat appeared, he told it, "If you come home with me this afternoon, you'll have all the leaves you could ever want."

The cat listened, ears twitching, and it waited. The brother went home with a half-penny, and he and his sister ate rice for supper, the cat played with the leaves in the forest, and the man outside chose.

The next day at the market, the brother set up his leaves, and the cat stayed with him all the while.

Towards the end of the day, the king came to the market with his royal guard. The brother watched with wide eyes, imagining himself in such fancy armor and with the pay to match.

"Be warned!" the king said. "Be wary of going into the woods! There is a bear, and I would rather not any of my perfect citizens be eaten."

That night, the brother went home with a half-penny for his sister, and they had rice for supper.

"A bear?" the sister asked. "I hate bears."

"I don't know," the brother replied. "I think they're cool. Even if they do eat annoying little girls."

He growled, and he chased his sister around the room, and the man outside knocked at the door. But the children in all their merriment heard nothing.

But the cat did.

The next day, the brother left for the market with his leaves and his cat. But the cat had its eyes wide open, searching the woods.

"Stop being so paranoid," the brother said. He tapped the cat on the head annoyedly. "Bears don't eat cats."

"No, but they do eat little boys," said the man, sliding up next to the brother. "I would be careful, if I were you."

The brother was naturally frightened, but he was also a knight in training. Basically. So he stood up straight, and he looked the man in the eye, and he said, "Don't worry, I'm not scared!"

"Good," said the man. "There isn't anything to be scared of."

The cat hissed. The brother grumbled and kicked at it.

"Isn't he your friend?" the man asked.

"No," replied the brother. "I don't like animals. Especially cats."

"Oh, well that's good," said the man. "Because I would like to buy you."

He was looking at the cat, and so the brother assumed that he was intending to buy the cat. The annoying, annoying cat.

So the brother grinned and nodded. "Okay! I need to go to work now, but you can come to my house tonight to get it!"

"That sounds fair," said the man. He extended a hand, and the brother took it. "I will see you tonight."

The brother blinked, and then the man was gone. The cat, unfortunately, remained.

The brother went to the market, he sold his leaves, and he went home with one half-penny. He and his sister had rice for supper, and he didn't tell her a thing about the man in the woods or the cat. She liked the cat, and he didn't want to deal with another argument when they would be getting enough money out of the exchange for rice and beans for supper.

At midnight, as the sister slept, the brother heard a knock-knock-knock at the door. Outside was the man, and next to him was a large cage.

"In here, please," the man said.

The brother tried to usher the cat in, but it wouldn't get close to the man or his cage. So, angrily, he picked the cat up and crawled into the cage with it.

The cage's door slammed shut behind him.

"Well, that's convenient," said the man. He crouched in front of the cage, and it was only now that the brother noticed the pure black of his eyes and the unnatural stretch of his smile. "I was thinking an owl, but a cat will do just as well."

It was the brother's first cell, and what an important word that would be for him in the future.

But, for now, he held his cat close to his chest, and he cried as the world went dark around him.

The next morning, the sister woke up to her brother missing and a bag of gold coins on the bed he used to lay in.

#royalty au 🕷️🐱#a.d.'s fics i suppose #a.d.'s fics i suppose.#can you tell i have eight different copies of grimm's lol #also the poor ao3-onlies

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00127am · 3 months

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"i just can't get you out of my head," "... nice,"

@ pawpossitesattract you're not one hundred percent sure where your cat runs off too during odd hours of the day, but you can't exactly complain when she comes back bearing gifts-- sets of silver, hooped earrings that are just your style. it's just too bad that this leads to your upstairs neighbor banging on your door, cat in tow and ears looking particularly empty.

@ information [🐈] upstairs neighbor! song eunseok & afab! reader genre fluff, comedy, uni au, strangers to lovers, crush at first sight, opposites attract, mutual pining, dog owner seok & cat owner yn, idiots in love warnings cursing status wip! ⤷ taglist always open!

@ masterlist @ ♡♡♡♡ @ soundtrack

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user pawpossitesattract's posts i. cat burglary! ii. coming soon!

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onestepbackwards · 5 months

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Helo it is me the anon that likes self aware n pokemon fangames

So theres one fangame which I will not name in case someone here also happens to be playing it

And this one boss has yknow the good old monologue before his fight

And in it he says, AND I QUOTE

“Why you? You probably didn’t realize that yet, but…

It looks like you’re connected to a higher plane of existence, even that of almighty beings such as myself…

Even right now, don’t you see that someone is looking at us?”

Literally stared at that line for like 30 seconds in disbelief because like. I know it doesn’t mean anything but what if it DID

- 💫🐱

SDKFJSLDFJ

I'm just imagining enjoying the game, and that boss character drops those lines and just sitting there, like-

#fldkjfkldsjfksdljf #god could you imagine #jafdjkfj #ask #anon #💫🐱 anon #zed.talks #self aware au #self aware pokemon

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itmeanssomething · 9 months

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MOD INTRO !!!🐱

HELLO my name is Lillie! I'm one of the mods of this blog :D I'm too silly for my own good. That is what I look like ^

I do most of the art (such as the sprites) for:

- Aubrey

- Basil

- Hero

!!!

This blog will contain SPOILERS for the entirety of Omori, so please proceed with caution if you haven't finished the game yet ... Subjects like depression, suicide, and hallucinations will appear! (It's an Omori AU RP blog, what are you expecting?)

I will be signing off with this emoji "🐱"! You're free to call me by my name if you want, but you can also just refer to me as that :3

I'll figure out special tags the more this blog develops !

But for the meantime,

- 🐱

#It Means Something AU #Omori au #omori ask blog #omori rp #aubrey omori #basil omori #hero omori #mari omori #kel omori #sunny omori #omori #mod lillie🐱

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aisul-art · 8 months

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Considering that I've been working on this for TWO MONTHS while having other stuff to finish and draw, I just decided to speed the coloring, shading, etc. Thank God, I still had the drive to finish this in one hour.😪 Here y'all go! 💕

#I was so done with this drawing lmao #but i like how it came out #i may or may not be posting a ROTTMNT drawing after this👀#the colors on the circus au were both fun and frustrating lol #anywho..#welcome home #wally darling #welcome home fanart #wally darling au #circus au #reboot wally #fallen au #art #drawing #🐱✨

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hwangsify · 2 years

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L.MH. — THE EIGHT STAGES OF FALLING IN LOVE WITH HIM.

pairing. lee know x gn reader

genre. angst

warnings. strong allusions to abusive parents, mentions of physical abuse, mild cursing, alcohol, blood (non-graphic), one very implicit death scene.

summary. part of you feels selfish for allowing yourself to have him like this when you are tainted on the inside, your heart spoiled and bruised like overripe fruit. but you pull him in closer all the same.

length. drabble

word count. 1.5k+

a/n. this piece is heavily inspired by the six stages of falling in love with her, a writing piece that will forever hold a special place in my heart. also, please let me know if i missed any warnings 😭 i tried to include them all but i'm not sure if i missed any.

you meet him for the first time on the streets. you are only four and your mother is clutching your hand in an iron grip as she tugs you along, chattering to someone on the phone.

when you try to pull away to loosen her grip, she tugs you closer.

he is perched on a wooden bench when you first see him, quiet as he sits by his father, who is drunk and laughing with a beer bottle clutched in his hands, surrounded by other equally drunk men.

he looks as if he would rather be anywhere but there as he curls in on himself, making himself smaller while his father uncaps yet another bottle of beer and you understand that feeling. you catch a glimpse of the dark heat of his eyes when you push past him, calculative and feline.

you want to know more about this boy who sits by his drunk father in silence and whose eyes mirror those of a cat.

ii.

you’re five when you meet him again on a playground. it’s an old playground, with rusty swings and plastic slides that have long since lost their color to the rain. a playground for children whose parents care enough to raise them, but not quite enough to keep from dumping them on a faded playground to sit and wait for the better part of the day.

he’s crouched over the rotten wood chips when you approach him. messy locks of hair, faded blue jeans.

he is crying. there is a kitten in his hands.

a filthy, feral kitten with fleas crawling over its eyes and nose and blood matting its orange fur. a dying kitten, its life seeping out of it with every gasping breath it takes.

“you shouldn’t touch it,” you say. because you once made the mistake of picking up a kitten you found on the road to bring it back home and your mother slapped you twice across the face and forced you to throw it away. because you don’t know anything about this boy, but you still want to keep him from experiencing the smarting pain that bloomed within your chest when your mother lifted her hand and brought it down hard against your cheek.

he shakes his head and brings the kitten closer. cradles it to his cheek, soaking its knotted fur with his tears. you squat down next to him and hope that his parents never found out that he held a dying kitten close to his chest while sobbing his lungs out, infesting his clothes with fleas.

when the kitten finally dies, he buries it under the rotten decay of the wood chips. there are crescents of dirt underneath his fingernails when he stands up and brushes off his jeans.

iii.

his eyes have hardened when you meet him for the third time at thirteen.

he stares at you from his desk as you stand at the front of the classroom to introduce yourself to the class. his eyes have lost their soft glow, the round innocence he possessed when you met him on the playground. your chest jumps at the sight of him, flickering with recognition.

you wonder if he remembers you, too.

it takes you an eternity to muster up the courage to sit by him at lunch. even longer to ask him for his name.

“minho,” he says, without looking at you. “it’s minho.”

“minho,” you repeat. and you smile.

iv.

he walks into the classroom with his head held high, pain bottled up in glass jars, eyes defiant and tall. the class stares as he enters and then looks away.

no one mentions the bruise decorating his cheek during the entirety of physics class.

you meet him by the school rooftop and take his face in your hands. he looks away from you when you run a thumb across the bruise, wondering who could have possibly dared to hurt someone like minho.

“you’re angry,” he murmurs as you press a bandaid to the bruise.

you smile. “i’m always angry.”

when you are born into a fragmented world, the product of your mother’s unhappiness and your father’s greed, anger becomes your first instinct— a primal impulse to seethe and simmer at the injustice of it all, to ache for something better. to take the pain in minho’s eyes and crumple it into a ball like a sheet of paper, trampling it under the heel of your shoe and leaving it forgotten on the concrete of the school rooftop.

you dig out the shards of glass from the palms of minho’s hands with tweezers and staunch the bleeding with the hem of your hoodie. running a finger along the torn skin of his palm, you know that this is all you can do.

you wonder how he managed to keep his heart all these years.

the boy in front of you is the same boy from years ago, the boy who cradled a gasping kitten to his cheek even as it was left abandoned to die in the rotten decay of a faded playground.

the past years have not been kind to either of you. and yet minho is unchanged.

he is harder, yes, and there is a permanent sheen of weariness pressed to his skin. but his heart is still intact, still whole and smooth inside the cage of his ribs.

the years have rubbed you raw— numbed you in ways unimaginable, taken whatever softness you ever possessed and hardened it into anger. you know that if someone were to cut open your chest and peer into your ribcage, your heart would be rotten and tainted within your chest, scarred and cracked, barely together by the seams.

you envy minho for his wholeness.

you sometimes wish that, just for once, someone could carve open your chest and see a full and unblemished heart beating within your ribcage.

vi.

there is moonlight splayed across minho’s skin and laughter bubbling from the corners of your lips, threatening to spill out in curls and wisps of smoke. his lips are pressed against your own as he pulls you in closer, all heated skin and tired eyes.

the alleyway smells of burnt rubber.

you brush away the bangs that stick to his forehead as you curl a hand around his cheek, cupping his jaw and brushing a thumb against the scar etched into his cheekbone. minho sighs into your lips and gives you all of him, allowing you to wrap your arms around his torso and press him closer.

part of you feels selfish for allowing yourself to have him like this when you are tainted on the inside, your heart spoiled and bruised like overripe fruit. but you pull him in closer all the same.

you are young gods in this moonlight and gods are allowed to be greedy like this, even if they are rotten to the core.

vii.

he doesn’t say a word. just silently slips into your apartment after dance practice, hair still slick with sweat, and falls asleep beside you on the couch. you watch as he sprawls out across the couch and allow your endearment to bleed through the edges.

his head somehow migrates to your lap over the course of a few hours, hair splayed out in a halo around his head.

you run a featherlight fingertip down the perfect slope of his nose and tell the sleeping boy with the shards of glass ingrained in the palms of his hands that you love him.

he doesn’t stir from your lap.

viii.

he is curled in your lap again, but now he’s sobbing instead of sleeping.

he opens his mouth to choke out another apology, tears soaking into the cloth of your t-shirt, and you tell him to shut up. because you’re not holding him because you pity him but rather because you would give the world to see the boy in your arms happy and if it means that your cheap gas station t-shirt will get ruined in the process then so be it.

he presses his forehead to your collarbone and sighs.

“i hate him,” he says.

“i hate him, too.”

“you don’t even know him.”

but do you need to know someone to hate them? if it were up to you, you would have slipped into minho’s apartment long ago and brought his father to his knees. you would have taken him by the chin and forced him to look. to stare. to breathe in minho’s humanness, his pain, and to understand the magnitude of his cruelty.

look. look at the scars carved into your son’s palms from all the times you got a little too drunk to remember that beer bottles were for drinking from and not for throwing. the scar across his cheekbone from the time your fist connected into his cheek when he came home late from dance practice. look at his brokenness, the weariness that sits heavy against the dark circles underneath his eyes.

look and realize what you have done.

you would have taken him by the chin and made him realize his monstrosity. dragged him through the dust and left him on his knees, head hanging low with the heat of his own shame.

but it has never been up to you. and all you can do is this.

you hold him closer, and you think that when you are in each other’s arms like this, your brokenness becomes a little less apparent.

#ficscafe #kflixnet #straykidsland #lee know au #lee know drabble #lee know x reader #lee know imagine #lee know angst #stray kids angst #it's usually the oc sitting in skz's lap so as a change i had lee know sitting in the oc's lap #probably the angstiest i've ever gotten #i think the angst level of this one ties with hourglass #i actually like this one a lot #i had like more than 2 weeks to write it lmao due to my brief writing hiatus due to exams so i was able to give it a lot of thought #📂 fics.txt #🐱#一见钟情 #이민호

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anonymous-dentist · 8 months

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Let A Spider Run Alive

Fic Summary:

The prince of the Dragon Kingdom is going to be shown to the world for the first time, but, unfortunately, the prince has turned up missing in his bed with nothing but a half-written note left behind. Coincidentally, Roier is going on vacation along with his new "best friend" Cellbit, who definitely isn't a spy for another kingdom, just like how Roier definitely isn't the missing prince. It's quite simple, actually: Cellbit wants to go home to the Eternal Kingdom, and Roier just wants to go. Who cares about all the knights chasing them, or the secret society trying to kill them, or the rising romantic tension? It's all about having fun, and Roier is having a great time! - "If you wish to live and thrive, let a spider run alive."

NEW FIC NEW FIC NEW FIC

REBLOG REBLOG REBLOG

BASED OFF OF THIS AU

#a.d.'s fics i suppose #a.d.'s fics i suppose.#royalty au 🕷️🐱#spiderbit #guapoduo #qsmp fic #YOU GUYS ASKED FOR IT

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onestepbackwards · 7 months

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I often play masters late at night and yesterday giovanni told me “isn’t it past your bedtime” when I logged in and without hesitation I just so aggressively said “shut the fuck up” and thinking about that in self aware au is so fucking funny. Like imagine ur just trying to get this person to actually have a sleep schedule and the first thing they say to you is stfu 💀 - 💫🐱

pfff dfjsdkljfksldjf Imagine how offended Giovanni would be. No one talks to him like that!! And yet here you are, unafraid and uncaring. I have definitely told him "I am 26 and sleep during the day, mind your business old man-" I love Giovanni but its fun to back talk him sometimes. He'd be offended, but he'd probably laugh about it later when no ones around to see him. Of course this person behind the screen wouldn't be afraid of him. Makes you all the more interesting~

#self aware pokemon #self aware au #ask #pokemas #💫🐱 anon #anon #zed.talks

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