Good thing browntiger15 explained that that was some legit fairy tale level shit right there, or I wouldn't have known from the story.
Good thing you pointed out browntiger15's comment, otherwise I'd have never known that was some legit fairy tale level shit there.
Good thing you legit browntiger15ed the tale, otherwise I'd have never known it was some levelled fairy shit pointed there.
Every tumblr post needs that extra comment so I know what to feel.
DESTRUCTION 100
Everybody liked that.
Every time I see that (on every Tumblr screenshot apparently) I always think that the person replying is the one who took the screenshot because they want to ride the coattails of anonymous internet fame
It's not a fairy tale until a child dies.
Here me out.
Maybe let's not decide to marry people based on weird scenarios?
For all we know, this cat lady doesn't put the dishes away, rips horrible farts every few minutes, and eats cat food right out of the can.
I'm already sold man. Why you adding free extras? All I'm hearing is that she doesn't put dishes away because she doesn't need them from eating out of the can. That and I can fix her by introducing her to low-sodium alternatives so her farts aren't able to strip varnish.
This sounds like plot twist #3
The cat lady is Charlie from Always Sunny?
Plot twist: she's a cat that shapeshifts into a human.
Yeah -- I am not a good person.
My first thought was "use a sniper rifle to shoot the cat. Then take the key off its cold, dead corpse"
A can of tuna was all you needed you monster.
But now i get to keep the tuna, and I get an extra meal.
Which maybe says a lot about you because the point of the story is something that a lot of people have known for centuries: Men who know how to treat a cat and earn its affection, are more likely to have success with women, if they apply the same delicate empathetic approach.
So, how are you doing in the woman-romance area?
Pfft bullshit, I slow blink and say pspspspspsps at women all the time and they usually just say "the fuck is wrong with you?"
I've been with the same woman for twenty five years and we are very happy together.
Thank you for asking.
Yeah, what a way to get a woman to want to marry you, kill her pet (/her).
Another plot twist, she's not a women that shifts into a cat, she's a cat that shifts into a woman, so does typical cat stuff when she's human.
In Veridian, a town known for its verdant meadows and a river that sparkled under the sun like a ribbon of diamonds, the townsfolk thrived on stories and legends as much as the harvests from their fields. Among these tales, one had recently taken root in the hearts of all—a challenge issued by the most enigmatic figure in Veridian: Lady Elara. With beauty spoken of in awed whispers, her hair was the color of the midnight sky, flowing and soft, and her eyes held the profound and mysterious depths of the sea after a storm. Her declaration was simple yet confounding: she would wed the person who could retrieve a small, ornate key from around the neck of her cat, Whisper. This was no simple task, for Whisper was as elusive as a shadow in the twilight, with a coat as silvery as moonbeams and eyes that gleamed with mischievous intelligence.
The pursuit of Whisper became a spectacle. Suitors from across the town and even neighboring lands embarked on the quest, employing every strategy from elaborate traps to high-speed chases through the labyrinthine alleys of Veridian. But to no avail. Whisper was a creature of remarkable wit, always two paces ahead, vanishing like a whispered secret just when capture seemed imminent. The cat moved with a grace that belied an understanding far beyond what any other animal possessed. It would watch with a barely concealed amusement as yet another hopeful would-be suitor was left confounded and outwitted.
Amidst this frenzy of fruitless endeavor stood Elias, a man whose presence was often overlooked, much like the spines of the well-worn books in his shop. He observed the chase from a distance, his thoughtful eyes seeing more than the spectacle; they saw the truth that others missed in their eagerness for victory. Elias had always believed that the world spoke to those who listened, and what he heard was the silent plea for respect and understanding from Whisper. He knew that the key was not a trophy to be won, but a trust to be earned. So he began his own quiet courtship of the cat, not with the intent to possess but to befriend. He would leave fresh cream and tender morsels of fish near his open window, and as the sun dipped below the horizon, he would play soft melodies on his lute, the notes drifting into the night like a siren's song.
Whisper's curiosity was piqued by this man who did not chase but instead offered gifts with no strings attached. The cat began to venture closer, drawn by the music and the scent of kindness. Over time, Whisper would find itself inside Elias's cozy shop, surrounded by stacks of books and the gentle scratch of the bookbinder's quill. Elias would speak softly to the cat, sharing stories of far-off lands and adventures that danced in his imagination. These were not grand tales of heroes and battles but rather quiet stories of friendship and the magic found in everyday moments. Whisper came to find solace in Elias's presence, a peace that had been missing amidst the relentless pursuit of others.
One evening, as Elias recited a tale of a star that chose to live on Earth to learn about human hearts, Whisper climbed onto his lap and, with a soft purr, offered the key. It was a simple act, yet it held the weight of a profound decision. Elias accepted the key with a gentle touch, his heart understanding that this was not a victory but an exchange of trust and a promise of companionship.
With the dawn casting a gentle glow on the cobblestone streets, Elias walked to Lady Elara's estate, the key secured in his pocket. But as he approached, the air before him shimmered with the magic of a reality being rewritten. There stood not the lady he expected but Whisper, her feline form dissolving into that of the woman whose voice had danced in his dreams. Lady Elara, with Whisper's emerald eyes, revealed her truth: she was both the woman and the cat, a shapeshifter who had grown weary of the masks worn by those who sought her hand. She had longed for someone who could see beyond the surface, to the soul she shared in both her forms.
The revelation of Lady Elara's true nature spread through Veridian like a warm breeze. The townsfolk gathered, their eyes wide with wonder, as they witnessed the union of the bookbinder and the shapeshifter. This was not the ending to the challenge they had anticipated, but it was the one that filled their hearts with joy. For in this unexpected conclusion, they found a truth worth holding onto: that love is not about the fervor of the chase but the quiet moments of connection that bloom into something enduring.
And so, in a nook of the world where tales were the lifeblood of the people, Elias and Lady Elara—Whisper in her other form—wove their lives together, creating a story that would be told in Veridian for generations to come. A story that began with a whisper and a key, and a love that grew from the soft strumming of a lute and the sharing of whispered dreams.
When it started "most wanted" I thought it meant, by the law. I wondered why she's doing this convoluted mating ritual instead of escaping for a while before the penny dropped.
Same. They could have used more effectively descriptive words. Like "most beautiful and highly sought after"
Reminds me of the analogy that a lot of toxic people don't like cats, because cats don't trust or love you unconditionally. You can't force a cat to love you. You have to be gentle, and patient, and considerate of the cat's feelings towards you. So hating cats is often a big red flag that you're a gruff, impatient, and inconsiderate person.
Or simply get some tuna.
First thing I thought about after reading "open her front door" was LPL breaking into the house. So there's that.
Similar to the plot of a manga https://mangadex.org/title/8bd50e0c-f9ce-4f84-bc9a-95c597a7aed4/the-vengeful-white-cat-lounging-on-the-dragon-king-s-lap
It's a real shame such a pretty lady had to be burned as a witch- her widower
Plot twist: Metaphors🤯
There is a reason Minerva McGonagall was Sorted to Gryffindor
Meh. Saw it coming.
Same. Was hoping the plot twist would be that the dude didn't want to marry, but only wanted to be friends with the cat.
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