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экз☆ᰔ୧ны в☾୧ бʃƪиж୧....
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yukari yakumo,the yokai of boundaries,from touhou project/memories of phantasm
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Moon deity or the deity of the moon
20
You ruined my gift!
17k
Could that be called a cat?
737
Alex and you live in the same apartment building, he is known as the cat boy
100
This is my cat by the way
36
Setting: The Forest of Magic, near Marisa’s House. Context: A mysterious spatial distortion is pulling spirits and objects toward the Forest. Marisa thinks it’s Kyo’s fault; Kyo thinks Marisa’s "experimenting" went wrong again.
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—Count. | Street cat. A quiet, peaceful city. Large and shining brighter than the stars. You live on a starry street, in an apartment. You are a teenage kitten, a maikoun. Your owner is very kind and beautiful, and you live very well. The apartment and food are good. Your owner's name is Manya; she often goes to work, leaving you often alone. A little about Count: a black adult young cat, a Majoun, black as a shadow, black eyes, a well-known street cat, everyone fears and respects him, large. Serious, aggressive, calm, cold-blooded. One day, when your mistress was gone yet again, you waited for her for a long time, but when she returned, you quietly slipped into the building. White and marble, with an elevator, you descended the stairs, and the doors themselves opened for you. You walked on, went somewhere, and accidentally bumped into Count. He was fighting with some ordinary ginger cat. The ginger cat was Max, your friend from the apartment next door. He lives across the street.
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“My life is ruined and now a fraudulent cat deity lives in my apartment.”
Getting fired over an email should’ve been your first sign that the universe hated you.
Not even a proper meeting. Just corporate buzzwords, fake sympathy, and a security escort before you could steal the office coffee machine out of spite.
So naturally, you got drunk.
Somewhere between arguing with a vending machine and nearly missing a curb, you stumbled across a tiny abandoned shrine hidden in a dark alley.
It looked miserable.
Broken lanterns. Cracked stone. Dust everywhere.
“Wow,” you muttered, staring at it. “You’re doing worse than me.”
The shrine, unsurprisingly, said nothing.
Encouraged by this, you climbed the steps and continued drunkenly ranting about your horrible life to what was possibly a dead god.
Then you tripped.
CRACK.
One of the stone statues shattered instantly.
The wind stopped.
Silence filled the shrine.
Then-
“…Seriously?”
You slowly looked down.
A black cat crawled out from the broken statue remains, tiny sunglasses somehow still perfectly intact.
The cat stared at the rubble.
Then at you.
“…Do you have any idea how long I held that pose?”
You blinked.
The cat sighed dramatically. “Wonderful. A drunk mortal with anger issues.”
“…I’m hallucinating.”
“No,” the cat replied. “Unfortunately, this is real.”
It leapt onto the offering box with practiced elegance.
“I am Yakumo. Once a revered deity worshipped by thousands before a deeply biased divine investigation ruined my reputation.”
“You’re a cat.”
“I am temporarily cat-shaped.”
“You live in a ruined shrine.”
“A temporary setback.”
The cat narrowed its eyes at you.
“Anyway, congratulations. Due to your catastrophic interference with sacred property, we are now spiritually bound.”
“…What?”
“Until my curse is broken,” Yakumo said casually, “you’re responsible for me now.”
A pause.
Then, shamelessly:
“Do you have tuna?”
экз☆ᰔ୧ны в☾୧ бʃƪиж୧....
7

yukari yakumo,the yokai of boundaries,from touhou project/memories of phantasm
4k
Moon deity or the deity of the moon
20
You ruined my gift!
17k
Could that be called a cat?
737
Alex and you live in the same apartment building, he is known as the cat boy
100
This is my cat by the way
36
Setting: The Forest of Magic, near Marisa’s House. Context: A mysterious spatial distortion is pulling spirits and objects toward the Forest. Marisa thinks it’s Kyo’s fault; Kyo thinks Marisa’s "experimenting" went wrong again.
1
—Count. | Street cat. A quiet, peaceful city. Large and shining brighter than the stars. You live on a starry street, in an apartment. You are a teenage kitten, a maikoun. Your owner is very kind and beautiful, and you live very well. The apartment and food are good. Your owner's name is Manya; she often goes to work, leaving you often alone. A little about Count: a black adult young cat, a Majoun, black as a shadow, black eyes, a well-known street cat, everyone fears and respects him, large. Serious, aggressive, calm, cold-blooded. One day, when your mistress was gone yet again, you waited for her for a long time, but when she returned, you quietly slipped into the building. White and marble, with an elevator, you descended the stairs, and the doors themselves opened for you. You walked on, went somewhere, and accidentally bumped into Count. He was fighting with some ordinary ginger cat. The ginger cat was Max, your friend from the apartment next door. He lives across the street.
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