Crossing my fingers for the eepy bc it has my life colors it's literally meant to be🥹
Literally have been wanting a wyrm lookalike with toe beans and ITS PINK- my favorite ever
Anyway here is my shoddy attempt at writing the 300 word minimum short story?(˘•﹏•):
At least I'm pretty sure this is 300-
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• You'd think for somebody who has a long (loong) history of studying Yokai, they'd be more adept to actually befriending them. This is blatantly untrue and make sure you sue whoever fed you that lie. I would, but the one who brought me into this field is dead, and my uncle always had a way of getting me to let him off the hook anyway. No, it would be better if you stay away from Yokai as much as possible. "Oh this one's cute" but nono don't be fooled, its stomach is actually a black hole and it could eat you in a single swallow. "Oh it's fluffy!" That one could coat you in a dangerous toxin if you touch it. The fact is, the more you learn about them, the more you think otherwise about getting close to one.
-So imagine my surprise when I (moronically, idiotically, some other synonym for stupidly) decided to take home this long, smelly, scraggly, pink... thing.
At the end of a grabbing stick don't worry, but it didn't seem to move much, other than a small sound that made me jump out of my skin. I wrapped it with cloth in the seat farthest from me in my car. I played some soothing music- because I happen to LIKE soothing music- and maybe because it seemed to calm the yokai thing down. Maybe the same for me too..
Taking care of a yokai, nevertheless THIS yokai- has proven to be difficult. Upon further inspection it only has three eyes (creepy) and two tails that it insists on thwacking everywhere at all hours of the day. I gave it a long bath last night but today it seems as though my efforts were in vain. Well, maybe not totally. It's previously scraggly and matted fur now bounced with an admittedly pleasant sheen and soft texture. I guess having 'luscious locks' myself helped a tiny bit.. I know I have a collection of soft keychains, but I have principles. And those principles do not include petting a hazardous pink devil with sharp fangs, big eyes, a fluffy tail, and a cute purr.. No-
I fear I am a hypocrite. But it's an exception so maybe this doesn't count. As it turns out, fluffy socks do not have the best traction on the fake ixaeltarkwood floors of my newish apartment. The air from my lungs is gone. Likely will continue to stay gone forever, thanks to the pink mass now laying on my chest. Despite the loud bang of my meeting with the floor, the yokai seemed to take it as an invitation to come and start clawing at my stomach. (As if cramps weren't bad enough right?) ..No, it wasn't clawing, it was.... kneading?? I didn't need to lift my head to feel the rhythmic "kneading of biscuits" that I'd heard from my friends who own regular cats. Not like I could lift my head since it was still aching from the fall. The yokai's two tails fanned themselves around my face and despite further not being able to breath... it felt nice.
Eventually I snapped back into it because oxygen is unfortunately mandatory for breathing. Or so my uncle said.
I sat up and moved it's tails away from my face. Surprisingly I felt dissapointed when I felt it's paws stop moving. I propped myself up on my hands and stared. The yokai turned and stared back. I stared. It stared. We all stared. Yippee kiy yay everybody, we did it.
...The way it looked at me was strange. Where I expected malice and perhaps plans to eat me whole, I saw only three red eyes. The red eyes I saw when I wrapped it in a piece of cloth. The red eyes I saw when I dried it from possibly it's first bath. The red eyes I just now saw my reflection in.
Unbeknownst to me, my hand started to lift. Bad hand. It floated hesitantly over the Yokai's face. I noticed and braced myself for it to bite the everliving crap out of me-
• So imagine my surprise when it gently nuzzled my palm with it's head, and purred.•
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-THE END! IMMA GO CURL UP IN A LIL HOLE NOW AND NOT DIE BECAUSE GENUINLY HOPING I CAN KEEP THIS LIL BABY X3
I think I'd like to name it Jessyt if I get it. I may adjust it some other time if that's alright ( and I get it)
(I couldn't find my new page divider so don't mind the random dots they were never heerreee°•)
Ty for opportunity! Keep doin what your doin!
JQJEJDJSJJDS HOLDS YOUR STORY SO GENTLYYYYY!! Congrats!! Jessyt is most happy to bring a little mystery and excitement to your life! (And ofc you can name adjust later, just lemme know so I can adjust the roster owo)/)














