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I have been suffering for a while from a disease called, watching too much disgaea and my brain going all tingly when I just happened to see an image of Seija and Renko traveling through hell. Hence this now exists too.





Your head hurts like a motherfucker, and you’ve had extensive experience with exactly the kind of person who warranted the term during your search. (Isami somewhat more so, if her drunken rambles could be at all trusted) so you knew exactly what you were talking about. Or thinking about. Whatever.

You just know it’s not due to alcohol, because you’ve sworn it away the day you saw drunkards fly about in a bar and throw booze and chopsticks around like it’s a normal sight and not something that almost stopped your heart.

The air is strongly scented with something like a cleaner version of a diesel-fueled firebomb, a sort of thin but intense burning scent of rotten eggs like aroma, and the ground on which you’re sprawled on in your typical thrashing prone posture felt warm and soft and moist, sort of like you’ve fallen onto a bucket full of glue on the beach, not that that ever happened to you.

You push yourself up on addled limbs, raising a heavy head, blinking the sleep from your eyes – which is immediately a sign that something is off, because your left arm hadn’t worked in a while, ever since that bitch with the cat claws had torn you up actually. But, well, that could wait, because the rough stony ceiling not a few feet up, combined with the scent of blood coming from the hexagram beneath you, promises nothing good. You move to draw your ‘legally’ obtained taser to no avail, neither do you find your ‘totally not looted’ firearm, instead only finding a flashlight and some minor girl stuff in your handbag alongside some survival items. Still the flasher is hard enough to really send off a blow to someone’s skull if you swing it hard enough so you’ll make do.

Anyway you scan your surroundings again, as expected you’re in some cave, the soil of which is made of a blackish, warm stone? The ground is too smooth and even to be of normal origins. That aside the e
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[x] No. Summon the Final Bucket, it’s your only chance!
[x] Stare firmly at her, then have your shoulders sag and glance away, take the out.
[x] Ask Seija if she has any explosives she could switch into the bucket before leaving.

Have you ever seen a character dying in media, but as one last act of spite, they decide to blow themselves and their enemies to kingdom come?
Kisume got the means to ignite stuff and probably more than enough spite.
I won't believe you if you say Seija doesn't have explosives on her.
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I almost want to recommend attempting to switch the flashlight in there to afflict blind, but Kisume evasion is set at 0 so I don't see that really helping.
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[X] Summon the final bucket.

May as well go all or nothing for the rule of cool.

[X] “We always have a choice...you just don’t want to help her, do you?” don’t take the out.

Followed by [X] "You said I'd represent the 'hope' that every weakling has the right to exist and that'd you support me in this quest...were those just pretty words? Because right now, someone is in trouble and if we do nothing about then well...I'd have expected better from you."

[X] Refuse to leave, threaten to even shout if she doesn't do the right thing. Yes, you're being stubborn, but if Seija has even an ounce of good in her, now's the time to show it.

Tldr: Make Seija save Kisume at the last moment, it doesn't mean we have to recruit her or that Renko herself is seen. Just that our friendly neighborhood anarchist does a good thing (which she hates) because we just refuse to budge otherwise. (Which she can't show resenment for lest she breaks the whimsy persona she's shown us this far)

I think it'd be funny in a way, corrupt the corrupter right back with cheesy goodness. We could justify the harshness in her words as Renko being pissed.

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Certainly, but there's a point to all of it. Gen is listening, hence that vote over how much he would hear of Suika's story.
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I sure hope this isn't the crow shikigami that died in Silent Sinner in Blue.
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[Voile, The Magic Library feat. Aki Misawa – Eunomia - Alstroemeria Records 15years (Alstroemeria Records)]

A tight and branching bridge and braid has been woven since before history, winding, widening, and thickening with millions of strands—efforts until now. Until now and, surely, to continue beyond. Where the weave began, few are still alive who know. But, this braid—this rope binding together uncountable threads both pristine and split—whole and unwhole everywhere you look across its infinite length has surely been waiting for hands to tie it together since “thought” sparked across the minds of human, god, and youkai.

That is: the dark braid twisting through history called “magic”.

That beautiful thing, that bloodstained thing began only with sparks and flames, as those who were drawn toward it and attempted to make sense of it felt out its potential. Now, it is known that that thing called “magic” is both limited and unlimited, its potential at once bound and boundless. In effort to map out either – what circles, or parts, are dead ends of free and open plains – you may pluck away a strand and take it for yourself to prepare and add another. You yourself might be pulled apart, and your experience made another fraying thread in the great weave of past knowledge.

Whether you are torn apart or your knowledge becomes a set “knot” of understanding from which entire schools of thought might form, you will eventually vanish, only left in writings or words: memories that one might find across the braid. God, youkai, fairy or human: you will surely die before ever seeing toward what end that great bridge is extended—if, for that matter, there even is an end.

Some may be here for the end. Others, still, would rather take for salvation; take for safety; take for might. In that age before the Eastern Land’s stories were committed to paper, a girl sought all these three, and cared not for the ultimate “truth”.

Magic—the occult—was something that she already knew, somewhat. While she could never prac
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>You awake in a small dark space, and feel a stabbing pain in your chest.
>Would you like instructions?
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[X] Let the poor thing go before her heart pops, you're dead sure she's not gonna run if she's at the point of hanging there resigned and you have questions.
-[X] Not that you get it, what is there to be scared of?
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[X]Let the poor thing go before her heart pops, you're dead sure she's not gonna run if she's at the point of hanging there resigned and you have questions.
-[X]Not that you get it, what is there to be scared of?

It's just a skeleton. He can't eat you.
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[X]Let the poor thing go before her heart pops, you're dead sure she's not gonna run if she's at the point of hanging there resigned and you have questions.
-[X]Not that you get it, what is there to be scared of?

What's got her so rattled?

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The Human Village was devoid of sound. A chilly fog lurked around the canal, and the grass on the bank glittered with morning dew. Rays of the early morning sun shone over empty streets, most inhabitants still sleeping soundly in their bed or are already working at the fields outside.

The silence is soon filled by the breath of a Shrine Maiden in red-white as she kicked against the shutters of a small book-renter shop. One kick, two knocks with her fist against the door, then another third kick, were enough to bend the shutter slightly. A Witch covered in black was hunched over beside her, mini-Hakkero in hand and the same troubled expression on her face as her close friend. They had flown to the village as fast as they could, and they couldn’t afford to stop and catch their breath. Not if they wanted to finish this in time. Neither exterminator had any idea if their target was still in the shop, or if her parents were awake or asleep, but the crash of boots against wood would attract attention sooner or later.

Resting or taking it slow wasn’t an option either, for they might start thinking within that time and then the whole miserable business would become ten times harder.

Finally, with one final blow, the shutters broke apart. There was no sound within the shop. Still the debris was kicked aside and the two women rushed inside. There was no sign of their target still or her parents, or even, thankfully, some troublesome youkais that’d love to stand in their way.

No, it was only Hieda no Akyuu standing in front of the desk, her body completely still and her face like stone despite the telling red puffiness and dark bags under her eyes. “She’s not here, Reimu.”

“Then where is she?” said Reimu with a cold tone, her air of indifference already on the burst of wavering now that she knows they at least are making an attempt, that it doesn’t end here and now.

“As if I’d ever tell you.” Akyuu barks back with a heavy edge, one of her hands slowly moving under the desk, an obvious threat really or a true attempt to take out a weapon, it won’t matter.

“Akyuu, w
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[X]“You kidnapped a human, as a gift?” Byakuren asked ‘calmly’. She didn’t understand how things went sideways that quickly and Nue’s status as a ‘good person’ was always distinctly tarnished by the massive amounts of deeds on her records. Still kidnapping was a new low, altogether. But there had to be a reason right? There better be, because if not then Nue is about to be in lots of trouble here.
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[ ] “You kidnapped a human, as a gift?” Byakuren asked ‘calmly’. She didn’t understand how things went sideways that quickly and Nue’s status as a ‘good person’ was always distinctly tarnished by the massive amounts of deeds on her records. Still kidnapping was a new low, altogether. But there had to be a reason right? There better be, because if not then Nue is about to be in lots of trouble here.
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[ ] “You kidnapped a human, as a gift?” Byakuren asked ‘calmly’. She didn’t understand how things went sideways that quickly and Nue’s status as a ‘good person’ was always distinctly tarnished by the massive amounts of deeds on her records. Still kidnapping was a new low, altogether. But there had to be a reason right? There better be, because if not then Nue is about to be in lots of trouble here.

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The sun gives a blinding welcome as you emerge from the train car, landing onto beaten boards of the platform with a thump. A good stretch and a few paces shakes off most of the stiffness from hours of uncomfortable sitting.

Framed by reddish foothills, the town sprawls out before you. It has the chaotic arrangement typical of a gold-seeking surge and the usual decay after the rocks had been picked clean. Painted, worn facades define the uneven contours of the main street. Overlooking this central axis is a prominent peak-roofed building that you’d guess would be the town hall, but even this monument reveals fading colors and lost shingles. Further away from the center, the structures dwindle, houses giving way to shacks, giving way to boulders and sand. A narrow stream glimmers its way between the mountains, through the town, vanishing under a bridge supporting the tracks. Spindly trees and mats of grasses huddle by the precious water and you can imagine the find it was for the first arrivals in the area. Hanging off the station is the name of your destination: Sage Springs.

All in all, you must admit the view was nicer through dust-coated windows.

A wagon-scarred road parallel to the raised railway separates you and the station from the main body of town. It joins the main street almost perpendicularly, forming a bent “T” shape. The handful of passengers who had also gotten off are already dispersing across it, leaving you alone on the platform.

The train’s bells and impatient whistling slice through the air and you give the machine more space. Turning your head to follow the departure, a few bored faces can be spied through open windows and underneath, cast iron wheels turn as mechanical might heaves against its own weight. The gust from the rolling mass ruffles your clothes and forces you to intercept your hat before it can take flight, but it also feels pleasant against the late morning heat.

The train slides away to continue its eastward journey, leaving behind a backdrop of pasty dryland and scraggly bushes. The flatter land allows the valley’s mountains to circuit the horizon unimpeded. The train leaving also means
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All of these options have potential, but I agree with the poster above that it will be interesting to know who the mayor is, there is not really a close analogue to that in canon. The town being named "Sage Springs" suggests it could be one of the sages, but I think Yukari might have been featured elsewhere ("purple lady" who gave Cirno incorrect directions at an earlier station) and Kasen and Okina both seem too reclusive in their own ways to be mayors. Maybe it's Miko, given how she wanted to become a leader of the Human Village in canon?

[X] The town hall!

Also, unrelated to the choice, I have some ideas about who the original owners of the lost items could have been.
> a lonely single-tooth sandal
One of the crow tengu.
> two halves of a formerly cute otter mask
Someone from the Kiketsu gang, who possibly met a bad end.
> a decorated cavalry saber
Momiji or Youmu.
> a gold ring with a large diamond on it
I think Jo'on is the only 2hu shown wearing rings?
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> I don’t think she’s ever forgotten the notebook before, since she’s usually so careful about it.

This definitely hints that it has been stolen, but it is not obvious to me who would have done so – none of Nitori, Takane or the Tsukumos seem to me the type to steal something like this.
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Yeah, those in the bar don't seem like the type. However, if we keep assuming that the character who stole the notebook is named, what are the chances it would be a fairy causing mischief or, say, a trio?

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"What's this, a crossover episode?"



The alien woke up and found, to its bafflement, that it didn't have any memories to recall. He may not have remembered anything, but he figured he knew enough to be confident that this was not natural, at least not natural for him.

He had awakened somewhere warm, probably provided by the great burning mass resting far above where he stood. Claws shifting uneasily in the dirt, his single, great eye roved around at what looked to be miles of green vegetation, intermittently spliced through by streams of water. Nothing was strikingly familiar.

Ack, he said inwardly, This might be where I live. Or work. A clawed appendage rose to rest just beneath a gnarled, hideous gape. Do I work? What kind of work am I supposed to do with all this green stuff? How will I know if I ever worked or not? It doesn't matter. The thought was terminated shortly. Although he knew zilch about himself, he quickly latched on to the notion that he was a thinking, rational, whatever-he-was. While his current predicament would've been a cause for concern to someone else, he felt it wasn't the same for him, that he was made of something stronger. He lifted one of his longer appendages and flexed.

After all, I do seem to have...considerable muscle mass. Hah.

Yes, he was a thinking, rational, and strong creature, and he would find a way to reorient his poor, frazzled mind. That was all that mattered now.

[] - He had a strange-looking device attached to one of his lovely appendages. It squirmed.
[] - Perhaps a clue would lie in the plant-life that surrounded him. Was it edible?
[] - That great ball of heat was a little irksome.
[] - His keen eye spotted another lifeform not too far from him. Communication would be a good thing to test out.



So hear me out, I know this is a little strange. I just came up with this idea and decided to run with it. The beginning is short and a little rocky, but things will ge
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[X] - It fell into a defensive stance.

Ready for action
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[X] - It gave her what she figured was some kind of salute
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[X] - It gave her what she figured was some kind of salute.

I'm ready, Boss!

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The red dusty land around you has been thoroughly baked by the unblinking noon sun. Innumerable green and gray brittle shrubs speckle the hills like a forest for inchlings. Against this backdrop you ride casually. Broomstick, your trusty horse, had been pushed quite hard the last few weeks, and not being pressed for time, you are happy to give him a break. Head and neck shielded by your signature navy blue broad-brim, you hum gently, savoring this peaceful moment as your destination crawls forward. The rhythmic thudding of hooves on dirt is the only other sound in the still desert air.

At the end of the dirt path is a ramshackle settlement reclining against a stony mound. Plenty of pebbles line the faded streets. Judging from the shoddy buildings and gaps in the rows of tents, there appears to be little silver. Silverpebble makes an appropriate name for the dying mining town. Your current map marks it as a full town, but you have the feeling by the time of the next survey, nothing but bleached wood and rusty tools will remain.

Hope does take a while to snuff out, though. Closer now, you can see a man smoking by the single remaining saloon. A couple of children gather water from a well. A woman hangs laundry over by the miners’ tents. They, and a few others, stare at you warily. Midday, no actual miners are seen, away and busy, you presume. You locate the stables and dismount. Unsurprisingly, a stablehand has already seen you, a freckled boy grinning at you as he approaches.

After arranging for a single night’s stay for Broomstick and handing over a couple coins, he attempts to unload your luggage while you are distracted putting away your money. The kid yelps, his skinny arms straining. Your swaying bags prove to be heavier than he expects. Metal and glass clink through thick cloth.

“Careful now! Hup!” You reach over and relieve him of your precious equipment, gently placing the bags on the ground.

“I’m really sorry, miss.” He quickly apologizes.

“Nah, I should’ve warned ya.” You reassure him. You need to double-check of course, the long journey being just as dangerous as a careless child.

“We don’t see many visitors thes
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A broken heart on valentines day, no less. Joking aside, I'm glad you had the decency to say that you were abandoning the story rather than disappearing into the aether. And if you're willing to continue writing another western story with a scaled-down stage, I would read and vote on it.

Time for some praises: I loved how you worked in the details about how the magic process worked, the history behind the equipment, and utilizing Orrey in their names, it was clear you put thought into how the setting could and would work with the background of Touhou, the way you worked in Kogasa skills to take care of abandoned tools was what I would consider excellent character showing, your willingness to incorporate voters thoughts about wanting to get postage, to pet the cat or for a particular device was something I enjoyed, and the description of the environments.

I'll admit to having a bit of confusion about your thoughts on your characters supporting a world or convoluted plotlines because it felt like we hadn't seen/spent enough time with characters or traveled deeply down any plotlines yet, felt that we had just completed the prologue with the Rumia hunt and we were entering chapter one of this story, but I trust your judgment.

I can't help but state my hope to see you continue this story sometime in the future when you feel your capabilities are adequate. I hope you have success with any future endeavors.
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I think that you were doing something different and interesting here that was pretty cool. Although, yes, with your explanation, it seems reasonable to want to pare things down into a more manageable state. Too much sprawl and lack of focus can make it difficult to write and tell a coherent story. To be perfectly blunt, while the worldbuilding might be interesting, that will never carry a story by itself and it's the sort of thing best kept to notes and background while you focus on a narrative. It's easier to not get lost that way.

Like >>68815 said, there's not enough for us to tell whether or not things were truly out there but the author would know best about that sort of thing. Hope you manage to think things through and figure out what you want to do with the idea in the future. Will be waiting warmly until then.
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Adding some more thoughts to what I've said, but in case you have any trouble in future works with story beats, plot points, or just writing, in general, using this medium have you considered using the discord server? Earlier in this thread, you asked for advice on improving your writing. Still, it's one thing to get an anon like me to provide feedback and another to talk to a veteran who has written interactive Touhou tales before and asking them what could be improved.

I also feel I can say without a shadow of a doubt that some of the authors there have also been in the same position of being too ambitious with a story.

Anyways I want to say once again I enjoyed what you wrote. Black magic, I say. I got motivated enough by your story to write paragraphs. How did you do that?

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A land of illusions on the brink of civil war meets the man who once declared he would plunge the world into chaos.

This is a crossposting of a fic I have been writing on AO3. It is a crossover between Touhou and the VN/anime Steins;Gate (part of the broader Science Adventure franchise). The original can be found here: archiveofourown.org/works/35380462
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Chapter 5

Wednesday, 1 December 2010



Rintaro Okabe swept his gaze along the wall of palisades in front of him, and the roofs poking out above it. As he had been walking along the road, passing between groups of buildings, there were a few times he’d wondered where exactly the Human Village began, but now this wooden perimeter made it quite clear.

Right in front of him the wall was interrupted by a large but simple gate, consisting of two doors with a small roof above them. The doors were made of wooden planks and didn’t look very sturdy; Rintaro figured they might not be able to withstand a ramming from an average car, let alone a serious military attack. Yet, two men stood stiffly in guard positions on either side of the gate, as if it was an important defensive position. Really, the whole construction, palisades and all, seemed a few centuries out of date. Rintaro wasn’t sure he had ever seen a fortification like this in active use in Japan, only ones that were purely for historical or ornamental purposes.

As he walked towards the wall, he saw that the guards, too, seemed out of place, or rather time. They were wearing what looked like soldiers’ clothes from the Meiji era, complete with swords strapped to their belts. When I was taken to this place, was I transported through time as well? Given his experiences with time travel, that had to be considered as a possibility, though none of the technologies he knew would be capable of taking someone all the way back to the nineteenth century.

Now that he thought about it, there were more inconsistencies with that theory. Rumia’s clothes, for example, looked too modern and too Western for Japan in that time period. And when he had been walking towards the Village, he’d passed a shop with what seemed to be second-hand electric appliances for sale, though he hadn’t looked at them very closely. Rintaro decided he could not yet draw any conclusions, and his best for learning more was what he had been planning to do anyway – going into the Human Village.

On that note, he approached the two guards
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Will we get the real Kyouma in this fic? Epigraph/0 Okabe is fine enough but the original was as legendary as it got. Especially for a VN character.
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I don't want to give too much away, but Okabe will get character development in this fic, like he does in S;G0 itself – though obviously it will not be identical because the circumstances are very different.

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Soft winds brushed his hair as he awoke, he winced as he opened his eyes, shielding them with his armored hand. Looking around he found himself to be supported by a tree in a field of odd red flowers, quite a change from the Badlands. Though, how he ended up here, he really didn’t know, the last thing he could remember was the damn cyborg stabbing him through his gut. Patting himself down, he found that all of his wounds were healed, even the wear of his Exo-Suit was repaired, the man sighed, shaking his head he decided that he was not going to question why God deigned him worthy of being saved


Standing up, the man took a look around, seems as if there were more of the red flowers all around him, hills upon hills of red flowers, the air thick with their spores of sweet nectar. Though that was not what caught his attention, all around him were cobblestone paths stretching from the tree all the way beyond what he could see, snaking around the hills until out of sight.
Smiling, the man simply shrugged, if he was still alive and kicking, then he wouldn’t question why someone built these cobblestone paths in the middle of nowhere.


He expected the stone to either crumble or chip beneath his weight, he was pleasantly surprised when they simply held him up, whatever those stones are, they certainly are made from the tough stuff. He had to stop a few times, the air in this place was thick with the sweet smell of the nectar that the flowers secreted, with his head swimming he had no other choice but to wait until the nausea went away, if the vertigo wasn’t the enough, his limbs were getting heavier and heavier to move. Despite all of this he finally managed to get up the hill.


And what lay beyond stole the rotted stale air from his throat.


Gargantuan cherry blossoms now occupied the landscape, their petals slowly falling through the air in a way that spoke of peace and finality, the red flowers from before were now fully bloomed, showing their purple innards to whatever unfortunate soul wanted to gaze within.


An unexplainable feeling of sadness washed upon him, as though something of great value was lost, grabbing one of the petals that the c
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I'll give you major respect for attempting at the very least. That's something a lot of writers suffer with before posting. As well as knowing when you are way over your head and stopping before it gets too bad.

Other thing you got to learn was how Anon has the capability to either derail or take a story down an unintended path given the ability. Which is something you can either learn to write around or make it clear you don't want to happen.

Best of luck to future endeavors.
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So, to clarify
This story wont be receiving any more updates, refrain from bumping this thread further.

Now to answer any questions about this story that anon might've had.

The general gist of Sam getting into gensokyo was him being forgotten by basically anyone. After Raiden completed his business Ripping armstrong's fucking heart out he buried Sam along with his H.F blade.

Essentialy putting Sam's memory to rest, and with time being completely forgotten by anyone. leading to his soul ending in muenzueka, where he apears as a phisycal manifestation of real Sam, whom is dead.

Now thats how Sam would up in the land of illusion in the first place, now as to how the H.F blade would've worked in this story.

Due to the absolutly O.P nature of h.f blades (that is to cut through atomic bonds of atoms). They would still cut through atomic bonds, BUT not entirely, due to the magic holding them together.

Essentially, Sam would still be able to deal catastrophic damage to his foes, but his blade would lose the "cut through everything" aspect.

Now please, dont bump this thread, use sage if you want to comment something, /others/ is hardly a place for general discution, so lets this thread die.

And again, i am rather sorry for wasting anon's time on this.

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“Let me see your hand for a second.”

“Sure,” says Momiji, obediently raising her hand up. “What’s up?”

Wordlessly, you grab it. Momiji patiently awaits your next move, but you merely lower your head in embarrassment and interlock your fingers with hers.

“Gallagher,” Momiji says, a hitch of curbed delight in her voice. “Did you... did you want to hold hands?”

“I just thought that this was the most appropriate course of action to show you how I feel. And I didn’t want to leave any room for doubt. Obviously, if I had to say anything, knowing me, I’d just stumble over my words for five minutes straight because I’m no particular expert on articulating my emotions.”

“And you say that you aren’t affectionate?”

“I’m not.”

“Then?”

Then a lot of things. Many different things, though you’re unable to piece together the proper words for it. But screw proper, you have just enough to tell her what you mean. “You’re important to me. A whole lot.”

“Well.” Momiji lifts your hand up with hers and, with a gentle touch, she brings it to her cheek. The wolf prompts you to caress her—a request you easily comply with. She breathes out a contented sigh as you stroke her cheek. “If, for some odd reason you didn’t already know, you’re very important to me too.”

“Miji?”

“Hmm?”

“We should go.”

“Yeah. We should.”

So you do, and so she does. The walk to the apartment takes about twice as long as it usually does, but you sure as hell don’t mind. It’s spring, and it’s the nasty kind of spring, but here you are, ambling along the streets hand-in-hand with a wolf tengu, wearing the stupidest fucking grin you could possibly make.

She squeezes your hand, does a little bashful smile, and all of a sudden, you’re about half a measure from kissing the dumb girl. But you restrain yourself. Just barely, but you do.
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Every day is like another year, after all.
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If this story ends without Momiji getting the pups she rightfully deserves, I'm shitting in your mailbox

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