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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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Marol, you are one of my favorite writefags, keep it up!
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[x] You’re not going to fear the day until it happens. If it ever does happen, that is.

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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This is you.
Your reflection, but also you.
"Hello, you." He says.
You don't answer, and you get the little satisfaction of seeing his smile grow a bit forced.
"Hello." He says again, in a happy tone that doesn't sound forced.
"Hello there!" Says your tie, in a British accent, like in that one movie you watched once, when things were still pleasant.
"How are we doing today?" He says.
You close your eyes, and briefly remember.
The white coats, the medicines, the coworkers. It was tough. Not that patients would die, real life wasn't as dramatic as TV shows, but you'd often see the same faces, coming for two weeks or a month, just enough to get the alcohol out of their system. You would put a smile on your face, say something pleasant, and usually mess up by adding "glad to see you again", and your coworkers would cringe.
They would come, spend a few weeks, and leave, thinking that their problems were behind them. Then they'd come back after one or two months, and you'd see it. The red on the nose, the pink on the cheeks, that little shaking in their fingers.
Sometimes they would smile, lie, and swear that they were serious this time, but once the trial was over, they'd leave and never come back.
And then she left, and you began to notice your coworkers' smiles. When you realized what was going on, it was too late.
You force your eyes open before the memories start piling you, and you breathe deeply. You take a deep breath, puff your cheeks like a child, and expires slowly.
"Feeling calm, now?" Your reflection asks.
"I feel nervous."
"It's understandable, mon ami." Your tie adds
"You are alone." Your instinct screams.
"Lost." Your sense of orientation adds.
"Hungry." Your stomach objects.
"And you might have pissed yourself." The warmth in your pants adds with a sorry smile.
"You also are no longer in Revachol." Common Sense says, always the smug one.
You look around.
Then you look around some more.
Then you lower your head and puke in the puddle that
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To be honest, if I picked a plot that matched my skills, it'd be some slice-of-life from a villager's perspective.

Also how do I sage here.
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Sounds like a pretty harsh self-assessment, my dude.

The trick is to think about what you really want to write and focus on one little aspect of that. It takes a lot of thought and doesn't lend itself to quick action, which is why a lot of newer folks don't do it. It's up to you whether or not to do it, of course, but there's no harm trying again after nursing your bruises.

>Also how do I sage here.
The simple answer is 'you don't', since it's not a functionality here anymore for various reasons.
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Yeah, I'll come back later, once I stop recognizing my writing when I look at a review of Disney's Star Wars movies. Probably with an easier story too, one that doesn't involve remembering how a soul-stealing youkai passing as a human acts when under pressure.
I'll still have conspiracies. I fucking love conspiracies. And plots.

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Episodic Adventure, lots of butchered English. Updates come at a ratio of 1 to 3 days. Not expected to be more than some short fun, in total x episodes have been prewritten. This is the tutorial.


Disclaimer: What you’re about to view are recordings made by a professional. We do not reimburse anyone who follows this advice and ends injured or maimed or suffers any sort of grievous injury from attempting to mimic said professional. Knowledge and the ability to use it are separate things.






In dem Norther Hemies, inside a secret land'o fantasy. Laa creatures that have been bejingled from the dark minds'of you's fellow mengos. These mystic fella folks now in da cutesy pie camp are known as yoo-kay. Dis is da venture of yous fella Hunter as she shows you the wonders 'o all them smegickal fiddlers

The scene shifts to show such a creature in it’s natural habitat. The bamboo forest with its green allures and mysterious aura all apparent to the viewer. Finally it zooms into a creature that most of the outside would know…that of an Night bird stealthily stalking its prey. An unaware and probably soon to be eaten rabbit. She seems ready to pounce at it from any moment.

Narrator: Yoo-kay's also known as Mythical Beast Maidens or Lil Cute Murder Girlies. Dam names be strong describers of what cucumbers in's dem pant pockets: Dem be creatures that do not exist no more or have been forgotten like yo''s old ma grocery orders. Though many 'o em be known as ferocious man-enjoyers. Dem Mystic Missies can have a softer angle to em.

Finally the camera zooms out and as it turns out, the Bird is being stalked as well. By a human wearing a mobile bush around their torso and a nice brown hat as the only signal that it’s her, the bird has somehow not noticed them.


Hey, son! Bet you's didn’t see me there. Wanna know why? Cause Aye’m Maxsy Hunter! Professional Yoo-kay Hunter and extra-supper at it. Right now Aye’m hunting one of em Sparrow type of missies.
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Okay, let’s do this! With swift decision making and quick reflexes, Aye take out me big bad bag of ingenuity and quickly shove dem little barbies one by one into da bag like they’re made of candy.

*Maxsy jumps at the fairies with her bag out, knocking them down onto the floor like bowling pins.
Stunned by the move, she quickly grabs a leg under the cover and starts the capture process*

Of course, they don’t go along nilly willy with this. Which is why yous must be very careful since most of the times they start kicking and screaming, which is a normal panic reaction most barbies have. Course it may be scary but don’t get agitated or you may the girl in the process which is a big no no.

Fear not for me though cause for that too Aye have da SOLUTION!
WAP! WAP! WAP! Just gotta give em a good lil raffle wazzelr on da backies of them headiess and night night dem little beauts go!

Now with them resisting no more. Let’s put them in da bag and be on our way!

The Three Fairies of Light have been Captured!
Do be careful though, until the main mission has been accomplished escape attempts are not impossible. Though if you manage to keep them, then a bonus will come afterwards.


*Cue the camera showing the surroundings distort for a moment, only to return to a normal state with Maxsy back where she was and the Shrine Maiden still at the top of the Shrine*
Now then, with these girls out of the way. Let us skip ahead to our actual target.

*The video fast-forwards with visuals of Maxsy going up the stairs, giving the Shrine Maiden a small greeting who returns it in turn before approaching one of the komainu statues.
That was only 3 or 5 seconds skipped at the most*

Behold da Lyan-Doggo in its natural habitat, firmly standing on top of this spot. This magnificent creature follows its noble duty of protekting places that have sacred value. For Lyan-doggos are not only yoo-kay but also guardian schmirits. More specifically they ward the place against evil smirits which in dem fantastical lando hookies like these are the main cause of illnesses, bad luck, and any other bad thing.
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Man, long hiatus. Glad to see you're still updating.

[x] Be nice and polite, approach the statue like you would any dog.
She can't be a good dog if she hasn't learned to shake!
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Lost interest in this story rn, so putting it on hiatus for the moment.

Then again I've got like four stories going on at the same time, so I'm going to reduce that number first and foremost (Kill Kaguya and Esp 1.5 should both be ending soon) and afterwards once it's just this one and the Rumia one I'll have more time for this.

Ergo, I'll focus on the former 2 stories first before going back to this one.

This isn't cancelled, just stalled. Expect this to come back in 4 weeks or so.

Until then.

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Your name is Reimu Fuck-Mothering Hakurei the 16th, and there's an incident going on. You can tell because the author is a hack, who probably can't even make this shitty trope work, much less anything with actual characterisation, or depth. That however, is besides the point, because as was previously mentioned: Incident. Your job is resolving those probably. That still leaves the ever so pressing question however of where to start.
Deliberating on the issue, you stare into the sunrise like a badass before deciding to:

[] Get a goddamn move on, you have places to go, youkai to exterminate, there's probably a space hamster in there somewhere.
[] Sit here and look cool until someone comes along to exposit at you. Maybe the stage one boss will clear themselves by tripping on a rock if you stall long enough.
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[x] Aid the young mistress in her endeavours.
[x] Patchouli option
I'm blameless because I was encouraged by the writer.
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[X] Embrace the Flan
[X] Reject the Nerd.
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Girl's are now deciding. Please wait warmly.

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It was a fortunate time after all...

"This youngest of seasons had been one harsher and more resentful than the siblings of its kind that had visited the years before.
It had started as all smaller sisters had, hysterically thrashing, calling attention to itself. To this end the weathers of springtime had been wielded to disasters at her infantile hands.

Throughfuls of water had showered from the greyed skyward carpet, had dampened the place and had soaked the floors. Firm clay had lost its healthy constitution, becoming more akin to sponge-like moss. Further rain had punched pans and then potholes in the softened, weakened grounds. Day by day, two times seven-times, the clouds had given to drink.

Sickly had swelled the thirteen-times gulping earth; it had vomited at the last pouring.
Light sediments, humus and its growths had been thrown up to an ugly grey-brown broth that had flooded over everything. Sands and heavy things coming within the barf had punched away anything in their way, leaving fields with scars and houses as pathetic bumps. Rocks and detritus had stayed on as a painful blanket after the floods end.
The living earths had been washed away.

The season had matured over the forthnight and its violence had grown derisive.
For seven days it had bored the wicked winds from the bare mountains. Bare they had been apart from the high and wide quartz monuments decorating their inanimate ridges and their testaments of lives bygone; the wilted corpses and bleached and dried bones of strangers and therebetween those of comrades had lain scattered.
They had blown the tarnished remainders of the grounds they crossed away as dust, but Sand and small things had become hurting missiles. The homes that had yet survived became a trapping for the poor environmental refugees when the wild air had punctured their shelter's openings, ripping them open and ripping them, those inside, apart.

At last she had denied the consecrated grounds and their sorry people sustenance. The sunlight had not touched their skin, skies smothered by a thick bloated blanket. In a show of spite restraint no showers yet had graced their
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[X] That at the icy nails clawing the newborn had been roused awake.

Cirno origin story confirmed
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[x] That at the icy nails clawing the newborn had been roused awake.

Death will not have this one. Not today.
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[X] That at the icy nails clawing the newborn had been roused awake.

Posted on Cirno day, eh?

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♫: https://youtu.be/0rVqj8PGTXA
[オメガリズム - Omega Rhythm (UPLIFT SPICE)]
Lyrics: https://releska.com/2015/11/23/omega-rhythm/
Music Collection: https://mega.nz/#F!1BdBzIKZ!bhLzijfM3iyphpueDOKf0g

A tale of fools and lovers.

Note:
Open to critique, criticism, and praise. Mostly praise!
(I'm kidding, you can say whatever)
Comment kindly!


Histories of Yatsugatake, a Suika backstory short: >>>/shorts/2180
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[x] Attempt to help Sakuya by assisting with temporal magic.
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oh right, bump limit

gimme a while for that
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THREAD 8 >>68377

The next update will still be a while, gomen gomen
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Picture: The idiot
Or more accurately, the Fool. 5 feet tall. Covered in a long overcoat to protect himself from winter showers and cold winds. Posture, slightly hunched over and furtive, as if he was trying to hide from something. Dark hair. Dark eyes. British-Italian ancestry. A forgettable face in the crowd. Eyes often glued to a book, out to nowhere, or onto his phone. Oliver Smith, born in around 1960, somewhere that didn’t matter, and to two working class parents.
A shy and furtive boy, he made few friends in school, often bullied by children with their native cruelty and lack of care. Joining a local university in 1980 managing to keep himself from being expelled after an unfortunate incidence involving a woman, several packets of pre-cooked pasta, a jar of peanut butter, a large stuffed bear, and the University’s residential plaque of its founder. Graduating in 1985 with a Bachelors in Business and Management, he joined the British civil service.
At first, he was hopeful for a change in his life; childhood was a bust, university was a failure, perhaps this would be the time when his fortunes changed, and he could gain the popularity and friendship he so wanted?
His hopes were dashed. His grades and achievements were low to begin with, and his shyness and inability to be prosocial crippled him. Slowly, his acquaintances and what tentative friendships he could make left him behind, either transferring to another department or promoted away. His inability to read the mood and properly gauge the exchange of favors and ideas meant that he lost out in office politics. His mediocre skills did him no favors, leaving him as the man in the background when others had time to shine. Attempts to fit in failed in awkward silences or anxiety, further driving him into isolation. He threw himself into other forms of entertainment. Books. Late night movies. Tv shows. Daydreams where he was the hero, with all he ever wanted. Fantasies. Tentative attempts to write down his own day dreams, hopes of being an author. And ignoring that his life had struck a rut, and younger coworkers were rapidly being promoted beyond him. His coworkers now viewed him as ‘that old man that’s always there’.
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apparently the first one had some errors and he couldn't figure out how to delete/edit in time.
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Soooo is this not a cyoa or are we gonna get votes soon

seems like, half done or something
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did it died

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Main story threads: >>>/border/28011 >>>/border/28877 >>>/border/29707

Previous side story entries: >>>/border/29391 >>>/border/29511 >>>/border/29748
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Camp Fijr Dhwa
2330 Hours, 280620XX


You are Lieutenant Adin Sylla, officer in the Kenyan Army Infantry 9th Rifle Battalion and former head of security for Camp Abu Shok, a refugee camp, located in war-torn South Sudan. Over the past two days you have also managed to become a Director for a mysterious Asian multinational known as Clear Sky, and is currently working under the supervision of what you have confirmed to be a fox demon (with extraordinarily fluffy tails) from the Orient who goes by the name of Mae Indigo, and have engaged in the first real offensive operations in your entire life. You have also witnessed your boss literally tearing apart a janjaweed ambush with just tooth and claw, and have wiped out a government convoy just to steal their shipment of arms as a side job from escorting Red Cross employees to camps for their free labor.

As shady as Clear Sky's actions are, the employees themselves are even shadier. Aside from Indigo, many of the mercenaries you've met are monsters of one sort of another, and consume human flesh. According to what Indigo told you they are magical beings from a magical land, facts which are not exactly reassuring as witchcraft isn't something really wholesome in your country. Apparently the company's revenue source is also magic-reliant, so you are not exactly surprised at the sheer amount of supplies and material they have brought to the camps and towns under their control.

Right now however, y
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[Coin Flip] Smell the black tar of the audience in the air, and commence a predatory performance.

“We’re going in. Plan D.” You say to Tenshi, “The enemy should be disposed of before they reach Kokoro.”

“Nice! My favorite one of your plans.” Tenshi could hardly contain her mirth. She’s already drawn her sword and taken up a fighting stance.

Ahmed calls out from below, “Go ahead, I’ll hold down the shop. Just make sure you don’t let too many through at once. My setup can only handle so much armor at once.”

“We won’t fail.” You say with deliberate bravado. Your hands are rather clammy and sweaty as you shift the SV-98 into a comfortable position. Taking a deep breath, you close your eyes, and let your menreiki senses flow into your head, carrying aloft emotions from this city.

I really wish I didn’t have patrol duty. Fucking hate it.

Casual spite, not nearly enough to be true hatred.

“I hope that fucker Ibrahim chokes on his money and dies.”

A lot of hate, but not the sort you're looking for.

“Why did we have to lose our village like that?! I demand an answer, God!”

Closer, but this individual isn’t who you’re looking for either.

"These impure monsters must perish before they further degrade our societies!"

Bingo.

“Follow me.” You order, leaping across the rooftop to the nearby apartment building. “The target is northwest of us, about three hundred meters away.”

Hopping across the rooftops draws quite a bit of attention, but that only helps your plan, right? Drawing them out and closer would mean less going on Kokoro, after all. And you really don’t want her to get hurt again, lest you end up with another mask or something.

Right, that’s why you want to keep her out of danger.

“Contact.” You hold up a hand for Tenshi to stop, in a shadowy corner on the roof next a set of laundry. Down the street is a tall, bulky figure in a trench coat, the same one whose emotions yo
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[x] Ahmed’s traps should be utilized. Split up and draw part of the group to the radio station.
[x] “Don’t worry about the killing part. They’re sinners who came after us first.”
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[X] Ahmed’s traps should be utilized. Split up and draw part of the group to the radio station.
[X] “Just focus on defending yourself. We’ll talk about the consequences later.”

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Pichun~

You stare at the screen of your laptop blankly, watching as the 'Game Over' menu comes up. "...You've got to be kidding me," you mumble.

You had been 5 millimeters away from beating the Phantasm Stage of Perfect Cherry Blossom - 5 millimeters - and you had then, out of nowhere, been hit by a shot you were absolutely certain you had dodged.

You groan, running a hand over your face. "God dammit," you mutter, reaching out to your keyboard with the other and hitting Alt+F4.

Unfortunately, this leaves you staring at your desktop background, which for a while has been a decidedly smug picture of Yukari Yakumo.

Your eyebrow twitches, and you almost slam your laptop closed. That gap hag is not a face you want to see right now.

You'd always admired her as a character before, and been a rather big fan of her too, but seeing that smug smirk after actually trying to defeat her and failing just before you would have succeeded…

Well, you can understand why Reimu feels the way she does about Yukari now. And why 'goddammit Yukari' is such a huge meme, too.

You shake your head and take a deep breath in, trying to clear these thoughts from your brain. After a few seconds, you breathe out, feeling slightly more refreshed.

Looking up at the clock in your little room, it says it's almost midnight. Your eyes widen.

It's a school day tomorrow.

"Shit," you mutter. Looking at the desk your laptop is on, you hurriedly stuff it into the bag there, taking a quick look through it afterwards to make sure it's full. After confirming everything you need is in there, you sigh in relief. Standing up, you walk over to your bed and toss back the sheets. You've already eaten, showered, and had your dinner for the night, so it isn't too bad for you to go to bed right away. You're even wearing your pyjamas right now - a rather bland grey pair, but better than nothing.

Before taking a seat though, you pause and reach
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[X] "How are you taking this so well?"
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[X] "How did you know who I am?"
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Kosuzu.

oh wait shit wrong thread uhhhhhh

[x] "Let's just go to school already!"
o hai Mark

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You placed the lid back on the donation box before you slung the FN FAL onto your back. There were about 1,500 yen in donations, which was more than yesterday, but still not much.

Still, you suppose that you should be thankful. The shrine is so far away from the village that it’s any wonder that people would even bother to donate and pray.

You began to walk down the steps that stretched up to the shrine and down towards the soft sandy beach that bordered the entirety of Genso Isle. There was a long path along the beach that leads to the seaside town of Yume Village.

The day was still fresh and the sun was still high in the eastern side of the sky. On one side was the calm waves of the ocean. On the other was the thick foliage of the Forest of Magic. Travel along this pathway was long yet generally safe thanks to the series of talismans set along the fence that separated the beach from the forest.

It was part of your daily routine to make your way towards the village if nothing else but to keep close maintenance of this fence. Occasionally you would pass by fishermen stationed along the shore, safe in the knowledge that no youkai will sneak up from behind.

They were the main source of revenue and faith for the shrine, alongside hunters and a few village guards. A few of the fishermen waved at you and you saw more and more as you neared the village.

Finally, after a long trek, you reached your destination.

A massive stone wall laid before you. It was about ten meters tall and encircled the entire village. Along the side of the wall that faced the ocean was a large harbour that extended out into the waters.

You stood in front of the east gate, the steel wall was currently raised while the two guards stationed there laid causally to the side, there focus entirely on the radio between them. They lazily waved you in as you made your way through the gate.

The village was as lively as ever. The streets were full of life, the shops were open and everyone is out to live a brand new day.

And for you, a brand new day means work, again.

[] Pass by the Grilled Eel Stand, the fridge was empty and you haven’t had breakfa
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[x] There’s a contract for hunting down a pack of Kyonshi before they grow too big and become a threat to the humans on Genso Isle. Come to the Village Chief for more information. 100,000 yen.
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Well, time to hunt down the jumping dead I guess. Off to write the next update.

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