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  • Taking Care of My Human-Baby by ArchiiDKat
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    Taking Care of My Human-Baby is a funny, feline-narrated slice-of-life tale starring me-a dignified tomcat with a flair for sarcasm and mischief. Whether I'm knocking over suspicious objects, staging dramatic vomits, or navigating rooftop politics with my chaotic friends, I remain the only rational creature in a world full of baffling humans and unruly dogs. My human is strange, her rituals stranger, and the neighborhood is crawling with shady paws-but I'm determined to maintain order... on my terms. This story is a work in progress. All content is © Archii D. Kat. Please don't redistribute, reproduce, or use it commercially without written permission. The final published version might look a bit different from what you see here. Thanks for reading!
  • "Accidently Yours" by thefortunecat
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    "Accidentally Yours" Love wasn't on Jiya's to-do list-especially not during her senior year at a school she lovingly refers to as "the devil's lair." But when two mysterious transfer students arrive, one of them makes her heart race like never before. Enter Siddhant: tall, annoyingly handsome, and infuriatingly distant. Caught between her sarcastic best friend, her chaotic school life, and a sudden realization of first love, Jiya finds herself drawn to someone who seems determined to keep his distance. But what happens when ignoring her only makes her more curious? A story of awkward beginnings, unexpected connections, and the chaos of teenage love-because falling for someone was never supposed to be this complicated... or this accidental.
  • Ray Streights & The Blue City's Fugitive by RedZardonyx
    RedZardonyx
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    My name's Ray Streights. Sixteen. Ambitiously underachieving. Mildly ostracized. Definitely exhausted. I live in the post-biowar Dome City of Vluephire, where stepping outside gets you eaten by humanoid bugs and stepping out of line gets you side-eyed by your entire high school. Things I currently have going for me: • A scar that tingles before a major accident • A voice in my head offering unsolicited murder assistance • Amber eyes that scream, "Please quarantine me." • A squad that either ignores me or wants me dead • Oh, and amazing physical parameters, according to Nash Also: I may have hallucinated a tar-soaked girl... except she keeps showing up in real life. So that's fun. All I wanted was to please Coach Barion, survive Lyre's birthday without triggering a breach, and *maybe-maybe-*finally learn the truth about me from my secretive geneticist of a father. But nope. Now I'm one emotional breakdown away from starring in my own horror movie-with bonus government secrets, a slow-burn situationship, and a mantis demon from hell. Survival rating: 2 out of 10. Would not recommend.