/wg/ - Writing General - Suisei edition

[Anonymous No.]

Post both abuse and general fictions of your favorite Chuubas in this thread

Collective works so far:
https://pastebin.com/asvcqDLL
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1r_e1ah3KTvhBMhclgbvKbLzhCBw7xF-b6yqoeOx8dug/edit - Compilation doc by kind buddy with links to previous threads

>Isn't this just you fuckers writing fanfiction, eh?
Yes.

Previous Thread:>>3641898

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>>3898856
Mori against her better judgment gives you a second chance at life when you die in an accident. Thinking what you witness was nothing more than a weird dream, you continue with your life after checking out of the hospital. What soon follows are the most horrific weeks of your life as day by day, you lose friends and family for some unknown reason, worse still is that you continue to see a tall pink hair lady everywhere you go.

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A world years after a massive war that had spread through every continent, killing billions. On your way to work you stumble upon a weapon of that era, a machine soldier that was actively fighting in the war, that now was abandoned. You take the machine home, to study and learn more about the past, but you accidentally activate it and it calls out to you in a girls voice...

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Chuuba rapes you to get her pregnant. Months later you decide to leave her. Chuuba threatens to hurt the unborn baby in her stomach by various means if you leave. Who knows if she's actually serious or pulling a bluff, i guess you better find out or play it safe.

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>>3899793
might as well be another installment to the glorious Omelas universe...

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Suzuhara lulu exploiting your fearboner to most efficiently extract your generic material to propagate her species with. Or a story where you become restless and anxious when you'e not being in her embrace, like you get the feeling you're being watched or something is just around the corner trying to get you and only lulu's lulus can calm you down.

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>>3899963
>new thread starts
>people post their prompts
>some anon mentions about the omelas fics
>a writer anon is inspired to write yet another omela fic
>thread reaches bump limit
>new thread starts

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>>3900464
Never ending cycle

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YOU ARE ALL BUNCH OF NERDS

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“Pekora! It’s time to take your meds!”

“Ogey, coming” she replies.

The schizophrenic, blue-haired rabbit girl gets up from her desk and walks into the kitchen, where you wait. You knew you were cutting it close but these were the last pills until the next stock.

“Here.” You say, handing her the pills along with a glass of water. “Make sure not to chew on them.

You wait for an “ogey”. It doesn’t come. Pekora was staring at something in the distance. Shit.

“Pekor-“ you start.

“What is that, anon?” She asks, her eyes becoming unnaturally large and wavy.

“Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Now, your meds. Quickly!” You almost yell.

Pekora doesn’t reply, and instead her eyes become wider and more distorted.

“I see something... I see Shion being 46 years old... and Nene being a man...”

You begin to panic. “No Pekora, don’t look at those. Those are just rrats. They are not real. Ignore them. Please.”

You bring the pills up to her mouth but deep down you knew you were too late. Her eyes had become too large and distorted. She would begin to see too many rrats, and believe them without any evidence. The rrats would become too strong.

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>>3900526
and we go to a fan convention to meet our oshis and YOUR oshi gets interested in you so she invites (You) to the back room. Depending on who that oshi is, what happens in that room ranges from fluff to straight up murder, it's up to writeanon's imagination
Here, writeanons, another prompt.

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>>3900526
SHUT UP DAD, I'M GOING TO BE A FAMOUS WRITER ONE DAY!

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Evening, Usaken office
In front of a desk sat a lone woman, busily writing something, that was this woman's every day life, coming to work and being trapped between stacks of paper. Today too is yet another boring day at work, constantly filling out documents. But the woman didn't complain, because paperwork is not the worst thing she has to deal with compared with what will come through the door.
With a loud *THUD* the door is slammed open and the cause for this quickly took a deep breath, here it comes....
"HEY MOONA!" the intruder, Pekora loudly called out to the woman, her employee and second in command of Usaken - Moona Hoshinova.
Silence....
The woman, Moona decided to ignore the intruder and get back to work. After a few minutes of Moona shuffling through the papers, Pekora repeated: "Hey Moona". No response. It's been awhile since Moona started working for this company and this type of thing happened every single day, so she decided that it's best to just ignore her. "Hey Moona", but it's still getting on her nerves... A few minutes pass, Pekora is still calling out to her, Moona is starting to lose her patience. Finally, "HEY M-" "WHAT?!?", she snapped. A brief moment of silence, it seems that time stopped flowing, all that remained were two girls, one with a blank, shocked look and the other angrily glaring at her. After a few seconds, Pekora spoke: "Knife.". "Huh?" Moona responded before a large knife cut her in half.

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>3900526
I'm 6' 7'' and bench 300 lbs. I WILL bang your oshi, and I WILL post a story about it on here later. There is nothing you can do about it.

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>>3900464
Are there omelas stories featuring different girls that treat their significant others like shit in exchange for something like in the original?

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>>3900558
Kek

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>>3901221
Nope, Fubuki is unique in that regard to the best of my knowledge.

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Concept I just had but fell through in the first paragraph: (You) are making a fan-game or small anime for a chuuba, someone contacts you looking to help with the project. It's them.

I was originally thinking of having it as Polka sneaking around behind the company's back to make more original content and falling in love with you(r attention). The parasocial thread gave me the start, but it's not really something I see myself finishing, and it can really fit anyone, no one wants to stagnate, there's always that light desperation there.

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>>3900998
Good shit.

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Reposting a prompt I liked from the previous thread in hopes someone might pick it up:
In contrast to all the fics of Korone beating the shit out of some guy (Don't get me wrong, I love them too),
I like to think of Korone being this fun older lady of her neighborhood.

Imagine her giving out treats from her bakery to kids. Hanging out at the arcade and getting all the high-scores. Going to the gym to showoff her incredibly surprising endurance and encouraging people to try to keep up with her.
Her neighbors pity her because they think she's lonely, but she's genuinely happy like this. Though they're perfectly fine with her being around their kids and even letting them visit her house to play retro video games with her.

One boy she's quite fond of once promised Korone that he would marry her one day. She laughed it off because he was quite young, but as he grew older, she started to tease him with her body after noticing that he feels attracted to her.

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A prompt: (You) create a Vtuber tulpa and gradually it becomes more powerful until eventually it can influence reality, whether it sees (You) as a romantic partner is up to you.

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>>3903466
>Anon is a slumbering god and didn't even know it
>>3903331
>>3902917
I'd also like to see these. Good potential.

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Short Watame comfort fic/ fluff. Was wondering which holo would be the best at comforting a depressed person and figured Watame would be the best at it. I apologize if she isn't in character since I don't really watch her that much

https://pastebin.com/WsdrbYKB

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>>3903466
My daily life with Aloe!

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>>3904311
Hey man, great stuff! Glad to see you got it done. Thanks for the fine work.

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A vtuber deathgame scenario: in a distopian future, vtubers are artificially created, here a group of vtubers are participating in a "game" where every week one of them gets graduated, to avoid this, they try to reach 100k subs to gain their freedom, however, if their subscriber count goes below 10k, they are immediately graduated and dismantled and their parts (cat ears, horns, tails, etc.) are used for new batches of vtubers. They might try to rise on top by begging on reddit, collabing with others, or sabotaging each other by spreading rrats.

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>>3898856
So after posting the Luna smut greentext cap last thread my 'tism was triggered and I reworte the first part in prose and it bloated to about 2,5k words. Where the fuck to I post this? 4channel caps at 5k characters and pastebin does not like descriptions of covering Luna in cum.
Do I just upload it as PDF to catbox or some shit?
Picture for reference

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>>3905435
Generally, people put it in google docs, and post the publish link here.

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>>3905435
You can make a throwaway google Docs account and post it there, sharing it via the 'Publish' button. That's what most people do here. Barring that, another anon here uses ControlC, which should also be fine. Don't know if they do censor shit.

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>>3905435
I'm your fan anon, keep up the Luna horny posting

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>>3905471
>>3905489
>>3906072
Well let's see if I did this correctly
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1WVxb8plcFHkn0uz1WrVjQHuPHc7VQeYN4W_NV4_UVVg/edit?usp=sharing
I hope you can enjoy this degenarte and autism fueled work of "art"
Not really planning on becoming a writer but I'm open to criticism

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>>3906312
It worked, anon. I'll add it to the archive shortly. Glad to have you.

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>>3898856
Polka finally snaps and goes full Joker we live in a society. The laughing yet weeping clown cuts a bloody swath through the city, murdering and burning buildings as she goes. Someone is going to have to stop her, by force or by love. Will that be another chuuba or will it be (You)?

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>>3907188
i am going to find her, pin her down, and fuck the senses back into her

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>>3906312
Thanks anon, keep up the good work. Write some more Luna lewd from time to time if you can, it was good

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>>3900558
Never thought someone would actually write my shitpost prompt from last thread, based writeanon.

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A cat's tail (GET IT, IT'S A FUCKING JOKE, JUST LIKE EVERYONE HAVING CAT EARS)
It's about drinking responsibly. Or something. Enjoy the ride. There's a joke ending, at the end. Where all good ends should be.

https://docs.google.com/document/d/e/2PACX-1vSBN2nAXIc23ncdplYuC6AboI7hdF9h063-ULNuD8tewgjyGBLBacpweGu8QPiVD_uB6XFaJZZvHi8J/pub

Anyone else feel a high when the story is all wrung out of ya? Also, vibing to the Biting Elbows. https://youtu.be/UYQ3jhTInqQ

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>>3907250
Well since at least one person likes it I'll probably finish rewriting the greentext and add the ending of Luna straddling anons face on the chair because your poor princess is pent up at this point and needs to get off
Might be able to finish it tonight if I dont get too swamped

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>>3908036
This was an entirely unexpected yet wholly welcome adventure, Anon. The joke ending was good too. Great stuff!

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>>3908906
Glad you enjoyed it. The worst thing to do is write a boring story.

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So, any update on the Noel and Flare kidnapping story ?

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>>3904311
Damn that was really great anon, even if it wasnt very lon

Sometimes the Anons in these stories are a little too relateable, this one really made my heart ache.

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>>3908036
That very was a very cute and comforting read anon. Good job!

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Felt like I had to contribute after reading so much.
https://pastebin.com/40irLeJh
I don't write often so please critique!

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>>3900464
/ogey/ - Omelas general

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reposting another old request I liked

I rather like the idea of Pochi going after a young mangaka.
After looking through some of his work, she could quickly tell that he's definitely got a taste for older women and mommy gfs.
Upon first contact, he reveals that he may or may not have been "inspired" by her art.
So then she figures she ought to take some responsibility and "take him under her wing"

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>>3911499
I think it's cute. There's some minor typos I noticed (the one that comes closest to mind is 'weazel' instead of 'weasel', alongside the slight need for more punctuation in the dialog, but that's a nitpick. Thank you for the story!

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>>3905435
Does pastebin really remove nsfw pastes?

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>>3913634
It can unlist them. My old NSFW pastes are still up but I don't think they can be shared, for example. Absolute cunts, no clue why they decided to fuck people over like that.

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>>3906312
Nice work anon
>>3908036
Really enjoyed it
>>3911499
Nice, for a second I thought this will be an abuse fic lol

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i suggest switching to controlc from pastebin, decent readability etc

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>>3915003
Pastebin has its benefits, be they few and far between. Better account system comes to mind, alongside familiarity. ControlC's aggressive advertisement, even with AdBlock, is a bit much.

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>>3906372
>>3907250
>>3913768
After neglecting my duties in favor of writing smut about virtual 2d avatars I present you with over 2k words of condensed unapologetic Luna smut. Also added parts for easiert sectioning.
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1WVxb8plcFHkn0uz1WrVjQHuPHc7VQeYN4W_NV4_UVVg/edit?usp=sharing
I did proof read it twice but my brain has melted at this point. I'll look over it again tomorrow
Now excuse me while I scramble to catch up on the things I have to do for tomorrow
Also not quite sure if used the word musk correctly near the end somebody please enlighten my ESL ass

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>>3898884
This is a nice prompt for a yandere Mori story. We haven't had one of those yet, barring a greentext.

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6'7 Anon finally attains his dream of meeting his favorite chuubas. but they're all 9'

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>>3918620
Musk is used correctly but it could be better by breaking up the paragraphs. Huge blocks of text can be hard to read sometimes. Also make sure you use apostrophes; for example, where you have "Lunas", it'd be "Luna's ", stuff like that. Thanks for the smut, though! I'm glad you came over from the horni thread.

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>>3918620
Damn that was real hot. Good shit anon.

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I liked that prompt about Polka turning into a vampire, mostly because I just really like the art of her like this.

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>>3922166
I tried a starter for it but everything is like pushing a boulder up hill. I would love to be hunted down by cute clown GF.

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>>3919927
This one?

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Yandere Ayame who threatens to eat you if you cheat on her

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>>3922346
That's the only Vampire Polka prompt in recent memory so I'm assuming that's it

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https://pastebin.com/9ujy28nQ
reposting some brilliant anon's work

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This was originally going to be Suisei x Anon but decided that telling it from Anemachi's perspective would fit the story better. Anyway, here goes.

https://controlc.com/aabbdb8a

t. ESL, feel free to point out sentences that are off, grammatical mistakes, and the likes.

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>>3924598
You didn't make any grammatical errors but you did make a serious moral error by grinding my heart into dust.

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>>3898884
So, she saved your life only to destroy it?

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>>3925665
She saved your life, but you weren't showing her enough appreciation. Instead you were spending time with other people, like your friends and family, so she had to punish you.

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>>3924598
>a bag with outfit for dance lesson inside slung over her shoulder
I think there's a few errors there. Maybe try "a bag containing an outfit for indoor dance lessons slung over her shoulder"
>only a third of her subscriber were left
subscribers
>something ridiculous like a cheesecake she saw at an ad on TV
I think it should be "an ad for on TV" instead of "at an ad on TV"
>your stuffed bear in her room
bears
>You took a pair of old earphone
earphones
>plugged the cable to your phone
I think "into" works better than "to"
>She’s good at this game, wasn’t she?
conflicting tense, should be "isn't she" instead of "wasn't she"
>one of her coworker’s sthick
shtick

God damn that was good. The errors are tiny. I wouldn't have known you're ESL.

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BZL0BOrgZVQ&t=55s
>Hi Georgie~

Well I think that pretty much speaks for itself.

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>>3922346
Huh, this was my prompt originally, but now I have an idea for it! Okay, I'll take a crack at this semi-soon.

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>>3925588
Glad you enjoyed it, tune in for more serious moral errors.
>>3927053
Thanks for the corrections. I usually just go by what feels right but I guess that doesn't always go well when you don't speak the language everyday, especially for prepositions.
Also the story was mostly written in past tense but using present tense just felt right at some of the lines. Not sure how to go about that.
>shtick
I knew I should've doublechecked that

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>>3902917
If anybody is thinking about how the Chuubas would help, I Guess with VA stuff

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Anybody else have the fetish of making mori calliope cry by forcing her to listen to prog rock and her realizing she will never be a good musician?

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>>3931215
I do now

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>>3931215
Not specifically with prog rock, but I have thought about bullying Mori to tears by insulting her music.

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>>3929119
>Polka giving a child fond memories that suddenly resurface when he grows up and gives him an insatiable need for clussy

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>>3934108
>Raising her husband since childhood

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>>3929668
>>3922346
This is, "Polka and Mel's Bloody Good Collab!"

The thing about streams is that they can be…unreliable. Or perhaps unexpected would be a better word. Sometimes an otherwise normal stream becomes something amazing by the end, or a highly anticipated event is forgotten about a few weeks after it happened. That unexpected variance in streaming extends into the lives of both the talents and those around them, often to strange effect. This is one of those times.

What was supposed to be perhaps one of the most relaxing streams in recent Hololive history became anything but due to one such odd occurrence. Relaxing at home, you slid on your headphones to listen to a collab that your girlfriend was hyping up for some time. Omaru Polka is a bundle of enthusiasm when it comes to interacting with her senpai, so the idea that she'd get to do an ASMR stream with Yozora Mel got her practically bouncing off the walls. Lying back and letting the contrasting sounds of the two girls' voices wash over your ears is practically making your brain melt, so at this point you have to agree with Polka that this was something to look forward to. The standard fare like whispering just seems to be brought to another level when you're surrounded on both sides. There are also a few comedic moments, like Mel teasing Polka and wondering if she was going to have a "Yandere moment" if any of her fans member to Mel because of the collab. Polka retelling the story about how she got embarrassed at how much sushi she eats compared to Mel was another highlight. You're about as comfy as can be by the time it seems like they're about to wrap up. But, Mel had yet to use her classic finishing move, and she felt like walking Polka through it.

"Kapu-kapu, y'know? Like biting sounds.~", Mel whispered matter-of-factly. In her ASMR streams Mel combines her catchphrase with ear biting to lethal effect.

"I know that's your catchphrase, but do bites really sound like that? Mine sound more like *CROMCH*." Polka laughs to herself at the strangely intense noise she made.

"Fine, Fine. Let's teach you how to bite properly, then. Try on me. Vampire skin is really tough, so you can bite me all you'd like as practice!"

After a bit of fussing as Polka dissolves into a puddle in response to such an invitation, you hear the telltale shuffling to indicate that the girls have changed position, likely to accommodate Polka getting in close to Mel. After yet more whimpering as Polka musters up her courage, Mel slowly eases Polka into her neck, as she explains to the audience.

"Okay, now take a bite. And make sure to make the sound!~" Mel is oddly enthusiastic about being bitten.

You hear a series of restless murmurs from Polka, who sounds like she has her mouth full. After a few moments, Mel huffs in frustration.

"C'mon, it's not going to sound right if you only bite like that. You don’t have fangs, so this doesn't even have a chance of hurting me. *This* is how much pressure you need to use."

You hear the sound of Polka panicking as Mel pushes her deeper into her own neck. A few moments later you realize why. As a foxgirl, Polka most certainly *does* have fangs, she just makes a point of hiding them as they don't look very fun and approachable like a circus performer should be. You worry momentarily for Mel's wellbeing, but then brush it off. Even if Polka draws a little blood, Mel would be fine. She's a vampire after all.

…Wait, what happens when you bite a vampire?

Almost as soon as you ponder that question you hear the very visceral sound of flesh giving way followed by a gasp from both Mel and Polka. You can hear chairs clattering as Mel stands up.

"Oh no. Oh no. I'm so sorry. I didn't know how sharp your teeth were, I should have asked. Okay, we've gotta move fast, Polka. A small dose like that won't be permanent, but some people turn quicker than others. We need to get you into a locked room or someth…"

"Thirsty." Polka utters in almost a breathless hiss.

"Wh-what? Polka, how are you feeling?" Mel sounds just a bit shaken by the sudden change in Polka's demeanor.

"I'm thirsty. Can I suck you?" Polka sounds eager at the prospect, though a bit out of it.

"No, Polka. You're not yourself right now. My blood made you sick. We need to get you somewhere safe before you lose control."

"Safe, huh? I know somewhere safe. My darling always makes me feel better. I'll go talk to him!" With these words you hear the distinctive woosh of someone taking off at high speeds followed by the sound of glass shattering, a jarring shift in volume compared to the restful whispers you were hearing mere moments ago.

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>>3935480
Mel quickly turns back to the screen and utters a few quick sentences.

"O-oh wow, everybody! I wonder which one of you Polka is paying a visit to! It could be any one of you, probably! If I was that guy, I'd definitely get ready with all the stuff that works on vampires in movies so I could stay safe. If he can last until morning, she should go back to normal. I'll go see if I can buy that special someone a bit more time, but thirsty vampires are a lot stronger than vegetarian ones like me. Um, goodnight!"

And with no outro, the stream goes dead. Mel did her best to keep up appearances, but you know she was talking directly to you. Maybe if you weren't around she'd go door to door draining her beloved fans, but she knows exactly where her number one fan is right now. With the situation suddenly dire, you frantically try and scape together memories about vampire lore as you run around your house collecting the necessary ingredients to (hopefully) keep you alive.

The sun is currently setting, so whatever effect daylight is having on Mel and Polka as they race across the city is outside of your control. You'll need to rely on some other weaknesses. You quickly realize that most of the items you need can be found in the kitchen, so you double time it over there. You grab the salt shaker and make a large circle in the center of the living room. You're pretty sure that works to keep out demons, and vampires are pretty demonic, right? You're hoping to end this without any conflict, so sitting in a circle until sunrise sounds great. Then you grab some diced garlic and lay it by the windowsill. Polka likely jumped out of a window at the end of the collab, so making sure she can't get *in* from a window will come in handy. You have a full clove of the stuff too, which you toss into your pocket as a last line of defence. As you rummage through the cabinets, something catches your eye. A set of especially bulky looking chopsticks sit in the back of the cutlery drawer. Taking them in your hand for a moment, you contemplate if they would make a good wooden stake, a known vampire weakness. But stakes are known for killing vampires, and no matter what you're committed to keeping your girlfriend safe tonight. You toss the chopsticks on the ground and run off to another room.

You have no clue if it's possible to make holy water, but you're willing to give it a try. Grabbing a spray bottle, you fill it with water and start to brainstorm. Holy water is a Christian thing, so you ask God (with a capital G) to bless this water. When no burst of lightning erupts from the bottle or something similar, you sigh and try plan B. If you're not qualified enough to make Christian holy water, maybe you can use the ingredients laying around the house to make holy water from another religion. Running to Polka's office, you grab a talisman off of the wall. She got it during your visit to a shrine on New Years together, and it was supposed to be some kind of protective amulet. You unscrew the top of the spray bottle and jam the amulet inside. You have half assed Christian holy water mixed with half assed Shinto holy water now. Hopefully that means you have something magical and not a colossal waste of time. The sun has nearly set, so you dash to the center of the circle and steady your breathing. The night is just beginning.

The silence is broken by a heavy thud at the windowsill, followed by a short hiss that sounds distinctly unlike the normal affectionate noises Polka typically makes upon arriving home. It seems the garlic worked, and you hear Polka scamper down the building's edge without ever seeing her face. It occurs to you that she could look scary and ghoulish due to her transformation, and you shudder at the thought. But soon you hear a steady thudding indicating Polka has arrived at the front door.

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>>3935505
"Hiii~" Polka's oddly saccharine voice drips through the door. You start to consider that maybe Polka being some kind of scary monster would actually be easier to deal with.

"Wait, I'm a vampire now, huh? Doesn't that mean I can't come inside without an invite? Daaaarlingg, let me iiiiin!" Polka sounds oddly casual despite her transformation, but you're steadfast in keeping your silence.

"Wait, I just figured something out. This is *our* house." Polka's voice transitions from mild surprise to deathly seriousness as she utters this simple fact.

Without any further warning, the door flies off it's hinges, and in walks Omaru Polka. As the splinters that were once a door tumble into the main room, Polka chuckles out loud, with a lack of restraint she usually only allows herself when she's playing a yandere onstream.

"If this is my house, I guess I don't need an invitation!"

Striding into the room, Polka's body looks mostly as it should, but her outfit is wildly different from normal. Her eyes have shifted from a comforting purple to a maddeningly vibrant red, and her mouth is agape with her newly elongated canines glimmering brightly. You breathe a sigh of relief that she isn't bloodied, either from her own industry or due to picking up a "snack" on the way here. Her posture is wild and her tail darts around erratically, but from a distance it would be hard to identify any of these changes. What is highly noticeable is that Polka is wearing an entirely different outfit than what she had on when she departed. She's wearing a garment that both resembles a jersey and a ruffled blouse, and her gloves have been replaced with detached sleeves. Noting you studying her, Polka does a twirl and a pose before smiling.

"Do you like my outfit? Mel-senpai slowed me down a bit by shredding my circus outfit to shreds so the sun could get at me. It was super rude! And embarrassing! And expensive! And some other words I'm too thirsty to come up with!" Polka stomps her feet indignantly as she rants on.

"Anyway, I needed something to keep the sunset off me while I made my way here. But who cares! I know I'll feel better once I get a drink." Polka eyes the fridge, shakes her head dismissively, and then once again turns to you.

"There's a part of Polka that's really sorry about what's about to happen, but you can forgive her later, okay?"

And with that simple line Polka dashes to the edge of your salt barrier. Immediately you try to blast her with your homemade holy water. She recoils immediately, but then just wrings out her shirt, exposing her stomach.

"I'm a fox, not a cat! What did you expect a spray bottle to do?" Polka seems slightly annoyed at best. It seems holy water production is best left to the professionals. She then eyes the salt circle curiously.

"Huh. I dunno if this will work. Let's try it!~" Polka backs up and takes a running start at the circle, bounding over it effortlessly. She then turns around and runs her finger through the line, taking a few crystals into her mouth.

"Oops. This one is my bad. I accidentally filled the salt shaker with sugar today. It sure made my lunch come out weird!" Polka bops the side of her head jokingly and giggles in mock shame.

Your defences are quickly being whittled down. You're down to just the clove of garlic in your pocket. Presenting it out in front of you, Polka does take an unsteady step back.

"Uuuu…why is that stuff so gross now? How am I ever gonna eat normal food like this?" Polka teeters back and forth on her feet. It's unclear whether she's overacting her actual suffering or she's genuinely in pain and playing it off with comedy.

"…Hey, sweetheart? Can you toss that stuff away for me?" Polka utters this request in the most innocent tone as you stare into her eyes.

[Anonymous No.]

>>3935533
Her eyes. Her beautiful eyes. Her seductive eyes. The deep red pools no man could resist swimming in. The glitter of starlight brought into new focus after being flooded with thirst. The eyes that are filled with vampiric magic that can overpower minds. That last sentence of your musing snaps you out of your stupor, but it is already too late. You've tossed away the garlic, a momentary thrall to one of Polka's newfound vampiric powers. Mel did this once when you met her in person, but you were able to shake it easily enough. It seems your love of Polka amplified the effects.

As the garlic lazily rolls across the floor, Polka shrugs with a smug grin on her face before closing the distance between the two of you with supernatural speed. Immediately she peppers your body with kisses, followed by dragging your helpless body to a wall which she pushes you against. Breathing heavily, she uses one arm to pin you against the wall and the other to feel up your neck. You're almost certain she found a vein already.

"I'm sorry. This'll feel good for you too, I promise." Polka's voice seems tinged with anxiety, as if one side of her is desperately trying to convince the other that this is true.

You try to struggle, but you're well aware you're outmatched. Polka was already athletic due to being a performer, and now with her base attributes magnified she's almost impossibly strong. Her dexterity is still in place as well, as the claws she manifests from her nails cut your shirt to ribbons without a second's hesitation despite leaving you unharmed. She looks into your eyes with affection, though there is a swirling, delirious hunger that clouds over them.

"There was something I was trying really hard not to forget on my way here, but it's gone. Maybe you can help me think while I drink."

And with that, Polka unceremoniously rolls out her tongue and clamps her jaw on the side of your throat. You feel the first and then second fang puncture your throat. A sudden heat wells up at the point where her mouth meats your skin, as her frantic panting coats your nape and her tongue feverishly traces a path between the two wounds, unable to stay in one place. Five seconds turns into fifteen seconds which eventually turns into a full minute of draining, and though at first you felt warm you now recognize that coldness is creeping into your fingers and toes. You're running out of blood. Any more and you'll likely lose consciousness, and nobody will be able to stop Polka from finishing her drink of you then. Polka momentarily releases her grip on you so she can take a breath, and you slide down the wall.

"Oh, I love you, I love you, I love you! I love how you smell, I love how you feel and I love how you taste! Why didn't I try this before?" Polka cries out in a drunken ecstasy.

While she basks in the glow of satisfaction, you slowly inch your way to the kitchen. Maybe you have some more garlic stashed somewhere. Or some garlic powder? You could cover yourself in that. These simple thoughts push you onwards as your vision begins to narrow. As you stumble through the kitchen, you trip and fall over something. Turning to your feet, you see it was the chopsticks you tossed to the floor. Laughing to yourself at how your reckless disposal of eating utensils likely will spell your downfall, you resign yourself to your fate as Polka approaches your collapsed form from behind. You hear her pick the chopsticks off the ground from near your foot.

[Anonymous No.]

>>3935564
"Wait…these. You could have used these. How come you didn't?!" Polka jostles your body as she asks her question, but then freezes in place.

"…You didn't want to kill me. That's what I forgot. On the way here, I kept telling myself I would only drink a little to keep you safe. I didn't want to hurt you, even like this. But I got worse, and I forgot something so simple. I didn't even consider that drinking your blood would hurt you." Polka's voice quickly takes on a somber and quiet tone as she regains her senses.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry." Polka huddles up closer to you, taking you into her arms. It has none of the supernatural strength behind it she was using a moment ago. Though her fangs are elongated still, her eyes are mostly drained of bloodlust.

"I don't think I'm fast anymore, so I can't get you to the hospital. But I'm here, and I can help. Here." Polka begins applying steady pressure to your neck wound with her hands. As the blood oozes between her fingers she blinks a few times, but she steadies her nerves by biting her lip.

"I'll call an ambulance. Do you have your ph-"

Polka is cut off by a shadowy figure bursting into the room at high speeds.

"POLKA I STOLE SO MUCH BLOOD FROM THE HOSPITAL PLEASE DON'T EAT YOUR BOYF-" Mel flies into view, dropping a few of the blood bags she's carrying as she slows herself. Her clothes are noticeably tattered, which is saying something as there wasn't all that much there to begin with. She quickly appraises the situation.

"Oh. Wow. Did not think he'd be able to get you out of a frenzy. That's really romantic. I guess we'll be giving these to him instead, huh?"

Polka looks down at you and smiles, before covering her prominent fangs.

"Yeah, no more of this stuff for me."

[Anonymous No.]

Posting my request from last thread.

(You) are fresh out of university and have been kicked out by your parents, so you're trying to find a place with cheap rent so you don't die on the streets. Eventually you come across an add looking about someone looking for another roommate and the rent is practically pocket change. Unbeknownst to you, you are now the newest member of the Holohouse.

[Anonymous No.]

>>3935606
Anon... the next time I’ll get my blood drawn I’ll be pitching a tent instead of fainting and it’s all your fault

[Anonymous No.]

>>3935939
oh fuck you don't do this to me

[Anonymous No.]

>>3932454
Calli probably cries for an hour everytime she reads a mean comment about her music

[Anonymous No.]

>>3919312
Thank you for educating me anon. Rereading it today made me feel like a drooling retard. Being tired on top of coom-brain makes for terrible grammar and structure.
I hope to have ironed out most of the mistakes.
Still it was a lot of fun writing this so I feel compelled to continue the story this weekend.
While I already have a rough idea I know that there is at least one fellow degenerate in here >>3919927 so if any of you have wishes like feet or hot dogging Luna's ass I'll try to include them. no /d/ shit

[Anonymous No.]

>>3935606
>ywn have Polka suck you dry
good job, anon. I appreciate the work!

[Anonymous No.]

Become as Cats.

You woke up in a dimly lit room. The stench of blood permeating through the room assailed your sense of smell. Where the hell are you? You found yourself sitting on a metal chair, wrists strapped a little bit too tight for your taste to the armrests. You tried to stand up when you realize that your ankles were strapped to the leg rests as well.

The last thing you could remember was walking home from a local izakaya after drinking with your superiors. You swore you didn’t drink that much alcohol to warrant not remembering what happened for the rest of the night. You focused on what was available of your brainpower to recall the what happened, bits and pieces of memory started coming together. You walked down a pretty dark street, not very concerned about mugger since you’re pretty decently built yourself, you remembered walking past this intersection when you heard a loud “ORAYO!” and something …hit your jaw? Then you lost consciousness. In fact, you think your jaw is dislocated right now so some aspect of that must be true.

“You know, we used to use one of those chlorofom-soaked handkerchiefs to knock someone unconscious.”

A familiar voice of a foxy woman came from behind you: Shirakami Fubuki. Her hands were holding an ice pick each and rubbed the metal part against eachother. She continued, all while circling around you.

“It took a bit too long though, usually four to six minutes. So, we had Korone do it the old way after a chump got away.”

Your eyes scanned the room for the first time and you finally noticed the figure of a dog girl and a cat girl sitting just around the corner. They didn’t seem to want to take part in whatever Fubuki was about to do to you. She realized you were not paying attention and swung the blunt end of the ice pick towards your face.

“You’re a bold one, huh?”

You tried to say you were sorry for whatever the hell made them do this to you but seemed like the last strike just unhinged your jaw from its socket, turning what you tried to say into incomprehensible mess of mumblings. Fubuki put her face closer to yours, a delightful situation if not for the fact that you’re strapped on a chair getting tortured.

“You’re the one who sent a superchat to Mio with the message ‘MIOO MY CAT DIED LET’S GOOOOOOOOOO’, right?”

Oh fuck.

You totally did. You didn’t really watch Mio and only clicked at one or two clips of her being motherly on your recommendation, that time you …were very drunk and curious aboud how she would’ve responded to it. You didn’t think you stayed long enough to see her reaction. You were too intoxicated at the time and passed out right after sending the superchat.

“Mio…” Fubuki masterfully flipped the ice pick around her fingers before stabbing your cheek with it, the tip coming out through the other side.

“She’s a gentle soul, you know. She loves her fans so much she made sure to read even blue superchats for them…” She absentmindedly twisted the icepick around. The metallic taste of blood filled your mouth. You really, really wanted to scream but were scared of what would happen if you startled the white-haired fox.

“That night, Taiga was really sick and Mion got super worried, yet she streamed anyway. I begged her to take her time off but she told me she trusted her Mio-fa to cheer her up at her lowest…”

Her downcast eyes suddenly lit up with rage. She yanked the ice pick out from your mouth, pointed each of them on your shoulders and went to town on them.

“AND YOU UNGRATEFUL BASTARD-”

Fubuki shouted, though you couldn’t hear clearly since your own scream muffled her voice. Her face so close as if savoring every second of the torture.

“-MADE HER CRY”

She thrusted her ice picks, again, and again. Each stab going lower than before. You could feel your bones cracking when the metal tip hit it with such force.

“-WHEN SHE TRUSTED YOU SO MUCH”

The last strike was a heavy one into the back of your hands, skewering it through the metal armrests, and making a loud clang. She left the ice pick there and turned away, clearly out of breath.

“Unforgivable. You don’t deserve Mio. The world doesn’t deserve her, really.”

[Anonymous No.]

>>3940500

Fubuki turned her back towards you, picked up a pair of pliers from an assortment of torture devices, and crouched in front of you. Her other hand held yours in place while you made unintelligible noises. You couldn’t even scream for your life anymore. She was about to pull your nails out when a calm voice of a catgirl interjected from the back.

“Fubuchaaan, if you pulled his nails out, he wouldn’t make it to the trip, you know.”

Fubuki turned towards Okayu, and to your nails, back and forth as if deciding if it was worth for her to continue pulling her nails out, but ultimately decided against it. She let out the biggest sigh of the day, walked away from you, and tapped Okayu on the shoulder.

“I’m leaving the rest to you, Okayu.”

“Okaaaaaay.”

The catgirl jumped from the pile of cement sacks she used as a makeshift chair. She closed in to you, perfectly unthreatening, yet you were terrified nonetheless. She wrapped her hands around your face. Crap, crap, crap. Now what? She’s going to break my neck?

“Stay still, okay? I don’t mind you spitting blood on my clothes, though.”

Okayu gently put her hands around your jaw and popped it back in with one swift motion. You tried moving it and couldn’t believe what just happened. You muttered a thank you as Okayu took a piece of coin tied to a cord from her back pocket. You didn’t really understand why but you’re more scared now than when Fubuki stabbed your arm.

“Don’t mind it, don’t mind it. Now look at the coin, okay.”

She swayed the coin side to side and muttered something you couldn’t understand. Not because her voice was too small, it just seemed like she wasn’t speaking any language you’ve heard before. That continued for a while and you felt somewhat dizzy, a little less energetic, and you saw your bangs fell in front of your eyes. Weird, didn’t you just get a haircut yesterday?

Okayu flashed a satisfied smile and put the coin back to her pocket. She stared right through your eyes and said.

“Mogu moguu~”

“Okayuu~” You reflexively answered. Your eyes widened in surprise. Was that your voice just now? It was not the voice of a tired salaryman in his 30s. It was… Okayu’s? But you were sure it came out from your mouth? Okayu looked a little bit bigger too, and Fubuki, and Korone. It almost like you got smaller. Also, you can feel the front side of your suit getting tighter and your underpants having more room than usual. What the hell is going on?

Okayu walked away and gave a thumbs up to Fubuki after pulling the ice picks out from your hands. Fubuki turned her sight towards the dog girl that walked towards you without instruction. Korone started walking around you, eyeing you up and down and sniffed you several times.

“Korosan, how is it?” Fubuki, sitting cross legged on the sacks of cement, asked.

“Hmmmmmmmmmm.” Korone put a finger on her lip, she thought long and hard, then took a final sniff to make sure. “The smell is a little bit off, to be honest. But he’ll blend in just fine.”

“Very well. Knock him out then.”

“Can’t I take his fingers?”

“Not this one, okay? This is the last one of the batches. You could take the next one’s all you want, I promise.”

“Fiine.”

Korone stopped just beside you. Her body tilted sideways to get a closer look at your face. You felt your heart started racing a bit faster.

“You really looked like Okayu, though. I’d feel bad hitting your face, but here goes. ORA!”

A swift punch on your jaw knocked you out once again, though you could still feel and hear things for a moment afterwards. You remembered Okayu’s hands patting your face to check if nothing’s broken and Fubuki’s words, the last thing you heard before going to the voyage.

“Careful there, the yacht guy paid us a ton of cash for this.”

As usual, feel free to point out odd sentences, grammatical mistakes, and the likes. Also the ms. word grammar check was really handy, i wonder how did i go so long without noticing it

[Anonymous No.]

>>3940566
Serves him right for what he said to Mio. Only a real monster could ever be so harsh.

[Anonymous No.]

>>3940566
>the yacht guy paid us a ton of cash for this
Absolutely brilliant, I was not expecting that at all.

[Anonymous No.]

>>3935606
This fueled both my Polka fetish and vampire fetish at the same time. Bless you and thank you for the hard work, Anon.

[Anonymous No.]

>>3940566
Good stuff, anon.

Imagepost for those who don't know about it.

[Anonymous No.]

>>3942931
>see you all in a month
>Posted in February
I can't believe the Japanese government covered up all of the news stories about the MoguYacht...

[Anonymous No.]

>>3944587
Is it bad that I'm impressed at how well they did so? We haven't heard a single damn thing about it anywhere.

[Anonymous No.]

>>3944587
actually, anon was assassinated 14 hours after that post

[Anonymous No.]

>>3945522
Yagoo sent the Cover Black Ops squad after him.

[Anonymous No.]

>>3945522
>>3945705
Oh. Now I feel dumb.

[Anonymous No.]

>>3942931
I miss him. The brave hero.

[Anonymous No.]

>>3945522
Unfortunately they deemed him too dangerous to keep him alive. It's a real shame

[Anonymous No.]

>>3926946
So she’s possessive.

[Anonymous No.]

>>3939364
>hot dogging Luna's ass

[Anonymous No.]

>>3938107
good

[Anonymous No.]

>>3935606
Very nice Anon.

[Anonymous No.]

>>3954120
>White
W-What else was Polka sucking

[Anonymous No.]

>>3954360
You could say that Polka wasn't thirsty for blood only.

[Anonymous No.]

>>3954909
>No SuccuPol to visit her most dedicated fan at night to reward them for their loyalty which is an excuse she made up to visit (You) because she wants to feel loved/fulfilled
bros...

[Anonymous No.]

>>3935606
I love a good vampire story, well done.

[Anonymous No.]

Alright bros. Feel the rhythm, feel the rhyme. Get on up, it's gosling time.
This time actually a little shorter with a Mio fic. Not my magnum opus, but I certainly had fun writing it, and I absolutely needed to get it out of my head. Hope you enjoy!

https://docs.google.com/document/d/e/2PACX-1vRd6_AQ-zX2PLlOauLn36j_qEyhHgAWethSouG1hwk43GrN9x0XTbzk0Og1BXouz6s1TTDpFVhNoKzD/pub

[Anonymous No.]

>>3940566
>“Careful there, the yacht guy paid us a ton of cash for this.”

[Anonymous No.]

>>3965784
>matthew.jpg
Ah, my friend, how good it is to see you well, even bringing us the wonderful gift of hag loving. Thank you for this fine addition to your already-sterling repertoire. Though the idea of announcing your arrival when your girlfriend is a Vtuber is some /vt/ shit of nightmares. All it takes is one schizo trying to listen to Mio's breathing to hear anything relating to a man's voice to cause immediate 'FINAL YAB' threads

[Anonymous No.]

>>3965784
I love it. Much like how Mio herself is, this story has no drama or stakes, just heartwarming comfiness with a pinch of comedy.
I also imagine that (you) from this story are outside the building guarding the door in >>3940566 to make sure that he gets properly punished for daring to hurt your wife.

[Anonymous No.]

>>3965784
Good stuff, as always!

[Anonymous No.]

What do ya'll think of a story where femanon cucks Oga from Fubuki?

[Anonymous No.]

>>3968577
I'm looking forward to your story, Risu.

[Anonymous No.]

bump

[Anonymous No.]

>>3968577
A female cucking? What's the point If the one cheating is not getting dicked?

[Anonymous No.]

>>3973358
Suffering.

[Anonymous No.]

>>3965784
Man as a small time writeanon I look up to you bro. Your stories are always the good shit

[Anonymous No.]

>>3935939
Which apartment? Or would it be better to use some creative license and have all four girls living in one place?

[Anonymous No.]

>>3973358
Nice.

[Anonymous No.]

>>3965784
I love it, my heart hurts of happyness

[Anonymous No.]

>>3949873
Faggot

[Anonymous No.]

>>3977665
Having all four in one would probably work best since it would allow for more interaction between (You) and the girls

[Anonymous No.]

>>3968577
A fics with a chuuba suffering always welcomed

[Anonymous No.]

bump

[Anonymous No.]

>no stories of sexually pampering Polka until she's a quivering mess
Hm...

[Anonymous No.]

>>3926946
But there’s no indication of that. Why couldn’t she just memory rape him into think she’s anon’s girlfriend

[Anonymous No.]

>>3986302
dewit.

[Anonymous No.]

Which would you rather see? Risu NSFW, or Okayu NSFW?

[Anonymous No.]

>>3990758
risu smut, okayu abuse (either way)

[Anonymous No.]

>>3990758
Risu abuse and smut

[Anonymous No.]

>>3990758
okayun

[Anonymous No.]

>>3990758
ogayu

[Anonymous No.]

>>3990758
fat cat

[Anonymous No.]

>>3990758
Risu on the off chance that she sees it and fingerbangs a few orgasms out of herself to it. Okayu definitely needs some more, though.

[Anonymous No.]

>>3992501
>Risu on the off chance that she sees it and fingerbangs a few orgasms out of herself to it.
Just go full meta and write about this

[Anonymous No.]

>>3990758
are there even any Risu fics besides the one with baited rape and the scat one?

[Anonymous No.]

>>3991107
This

[Anonymous No.]

>>3992760
There's one where she bite your nut but it's more of a shitpost than fics and it's not on the catalog

[Anonymous No.]

>>3990758
imagine losing your virginity to a Squirrel, and she just laughs at you
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5V_TATskEEY

[Anonymous No.]

>>3993816
I like to imagine this is more out of embarrassment and being happy than malice. An "oh, my god, really? To me?" thing than a "HHAHAHAAH LMFAO VIRGIN AHAHAH"

[Anonymous No.]

>>3973358
Depends on what kind of female is cucking isn't it?

[Anonymous No.]

>>3994805
With a hint of self deprecation like "out of all the girls, you chose me?" might I add. Or is that not lore accurate?

[Anonymous No.]

>>3995983
Not sure how Risu is on the menhera scale, certainly doesn't seem the self-loathing type at a glance.

[Anonymous No.]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vACeSoVn9NI
Im really into reluctant Dom Calli

[Anonymous No.]

>>3990758
Risu honestly, she turns me on more

[Anonymous No.]

>>3996351
Literally forcing Calli to beat you because it's the only way you can get it up

[Anonymous No.]

>>3990886
>>3991107
>>3992501
>>3993816
>>3996571
Risu it is. Will try to have something ready by the end of the weekend.

[Anonymous No.]

>>3996988
Godspeed anon

[Anonymous No.]

>>3996988
I can't believe Risu is going to write fanfiction of herself and make Reine read it on stream.

[Anonymous No.]

>>3996988
Exhibit no restraint

[Anonymous No.]

>>3918620
Nice

[Anonymous No.]

bump

[Anonymous No.]

>>3898884
Someone write this.

[Anonymous No.]

>>3898884
I would very much like to see this one. I know we've a few abusive writers left over. I'd do it myself but having tried writing Calli in the past, it's hard

[Anonymous No.]

>>3908036
Nice

[Anonymous No.]

>>4006265
It doesn't necessarily have to be from Calli's perspective.

[Anonymous No.]

>>4011068
Dialogue for her eludes me. She has a very unique way of speaking and it's hard to write that for me.

[Anonymous No.]

>>4013987
The simplest way I can describe Mori, or at least one aspect of her, is that she tends to go really hard into whatever role she's playing.
Like, I think about the collab with Ina, where she's just overwhelmingly enthusiastic about cheering on Ina, and then getting super apologetic when Ina acts offended.

[Anonymous No.]

>>4016201
Incidentally, this is likely because she's autistic and struggles to express emotions with nuance.

[Anonymous No.]

>>4018985
Now this story needs to be made.

[Anonymous No.]

I kind of want to write a military based story where (You) are serving, whether it’s in the army, marines, special forces, etc. The thing is though I know nowhere near enough military terminology and things like that makes a military squad and whatnot, what people at certain ranks do or how the military operates.

[Anonymous No.]

>>4026037
You can get the basics from google, and I doubt there are any actual veterans here to fact check you. Plus any discrepancies that do arise you can blame on it being a fantasy world with its own military system.

[Anonymous No.]

>>4026304
>and I doubt there are any actual veterans here to fact check you
And that's where you're wrong.

[Anonymous No.]

>>4026448
You mean there are? Where?

[Anonymous No.]

>>4028727
Well, not him, but I'm one. I'm never really in the mood to point out discrepancies, unless someone was going to actually ask for a critique. Movies and TV miss the mark so much that I wouldn't be able to enjoy them if I was that anal.
I'm just here to write dumb stories.

[Anonymous No.]

>>4013987
At this point, I'm willing to accept anything from Mori.

[Anonymous No.]

>>4029088
Aight I have a few questions if that’s alright.

What is the highest rank someone can be in the military but still fight on the frontlines and not sit at a desk/radio?

Who leads a special forces team/squad? (I’m talking a small team of green berets, delta force, SEALs, etc.)

What kind of military squad would be sent into urban warfare to defend and evacuate citizens? (I’m thinking one of the girls is in a shopping mall or something and their city suddenly becomes under attack, and (You) have to go in and save her and the other civvies).

I think that’s all I have for now, thanks in advance

[Anonymous No.]

>>4030728
The answer to the first two is the same, a Special Forces Captain. Normally you'd be at a desk when you're hitting above Lieutenant in the Army, but SF has a Captain as the team leader (With a Warrant Officer/Master Sergeant/Staff Sergeants below in that order or abouts).
In normal Army teams, a Master Sergeant would probably be the highest that would opt to go on actual missions, but that's rare and usually for something like meeting village leaders/important people. Usually Sergeants and Staff Sergeants are leading regular Army teams on day-to-day missions.

The size of setup you'd use for a rescue depends on who you are, how important it is, what kind of location you're trying to take/defend and the situation at large. Using the idea of fighting in a place like the Gaza strip, where the front lines are pushed forward and back but the armies aren't directly stabbing each other, and some people get trapped in a building as the enemy overtakes territory, you could send in a regular Army platoon (~50 men) or a Company (~4 platoons, so ~200 men). These sizes all vary on unit, etc, I was light infantry so it's what I know.
If you want to go with the SF idea, they operate in teams of 12, and the one group I was able to chat with would have 6 guys going in on the ground, the other 6 were overwatch/comms/etc. Go in on blackhawks, hit the target, get out to an egress point. If you played video games, specifically MGSV, it's like 6 Snakes doing a mission without getting spotted.

[Anonymous No.]

>>4031323
Not him but this was highly informative. Thanks, Anon.

[Anonymous No.]

>>4031323
Damn that’s really cool, thanks anon. So if a platoon was in charge of evacuating like a sporting event or something, where it’s just a bunch of civilians (no VIPs or anything) they would just tell all the civilians to run to a certain location or something. Because obviously they can’t escort every single person at the stadium.

[Anonymous No.]

>>4032618
It's all fun and games as long as you're not the one actually working on all this stuff. It would take like 3 days at least to get a rescue mission organized for random civilians. Getting the intel, figuring out what tools you'd need, the actual enemy presence and who's available for the actual mission, then the planning on the building and contemplating alternative actions if things go differently.

>>4032967
Pretty much, they'd get stationed at every exit and set up quick barricades to allow people to orderly leave, into a controlled safe area.
So say there's a bomb threat they would set up a walled area to protect the people some distance away, then evacuate them to that point. And no one's going to be allowed to leave until their ID's are confirmed and processed. There will be tents and food provided, it'll be a whole big operation. There's alot of resources that go into everything.

[Anonymous No.]

>>3900558

[Anonymous No.]

>>4033364
Thanks bro, hopefully I’ll be able to use this info in my story

[Anonymous No.]

>>4033364
Not him but what if it was a serious do or die situation? Like there’s a terrorist attack at the stadium with guns and there’s no time to plan, set up barriers or anything, the closest task force just gets deployed and has to defend/evacuate the citizens?

[Anonymous No.]

>>4036919
The thing is that the plans are already in place. It's like a football play, the drills and actions are known, and orders will be followed. The only changes are location and expediency. If combat teams get in there and the situation is out of hand, then civilians will be moved off-site, but there will be an evacuation site, medical treatment and perimeter set.
It will be a definitely more aggressive evacuation, anyone that doesn't comply is seen as a potential aggressor and are putting their lives at risk in that situation by not doing as they're told.

[Anonymous No.]

If anyone remembers i said i wanna write some Ina fluff, i am at 3.8k words now, about halfway done but cant think of the details of the last part yet. My brain hurts and I hate the english language, cursed be the anglos.
Is the char limit on /vt/ 2k? Cause i dont wanna shit up the thread with 20 posts or something. Any suggestion for where to post? (Ideally not google docs)

[Anonymous No.]

>>4038333
you can post it on pastebin if it doesn't have any NSFW material in it.

[Anonymous No.]

>>4038333
Pastebin if there's no NSFW stuff. ControlC otherwise if you don't want to use google docs.

[Anonymous No.]

>>4038411
>>4038491
Alright, thank you, pastebin it is
Should be done by monday maybe probably

[Anonymous No.]

>>4038647
Good luck.

[Anonymous No.]

>>4037151
Ah ok that makes sense, thanks

[Anonymous No.]

Another short fic inspired by that clip of Suisei's confession. Kinda felt out of my element writing about romance, guess this is what never being in a relationship does to a mf. Anyway, here goes.

https://pastebin.com/BfT55ZWu

As always, feel free to point out odd sentences, grammatical mistakes, and the likes

[Anonymous No.]

>>4040851
Beautiful, but now I'm just sad.

[Anonymous No.]

>>4040851
Ahh you break my heart anon. Good shit.

[Anonymous No.]

>>3939364
Next part is done. Not as much smut as the sex overload of the last part because it would feel too cheap to just string together sex scenes. Still some cooming towards the end.
I hope I could keep the quality.
I'd be happy for someone to tell me if the lewd (as well as the general story) is pleasant to read. After writing so much about Luna getting defiled, I cant make a rational observation anymore.

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1WVxb8plcFHkn0uz1WrVjQHuPHc7VQeYN4W_NV4_UVVg/edit?usp=sharing

There probably will be one last part after this one to conclude the entire thing

[Anonymous No.]

>>4041616
Anon, I have waited so long for a good Luna story, and what you've delivered so far is absolutely incredible.

[Anonymous No.]

this one has required previous reading.

https://controlc.com/b522f7a0 - Omelas
https://controlc.com/fceb0692 - Anchor

Step


The pain ended instantly. None of it lingered. Her body went numb. Except it wasn't numb — numbness is your nerves signalling an absence of feeling where the feeling should be — it was more like being hit with a pillow and having it envelop you, and of course she did not have a body.

| Nothing.

She stood in utter darkness, feeling hard ground under her bare feet, hoping for a breeze across her bare skin that never came, breathing in stale air, waiting. There was no way to even measure passage of time, outside of counting — thankfully, she was familiar with loneliness and eventlessness already, enough to have her mind settle into the usual routine.

Finally, she heard steps behind her. She didn't need to turn around, just smiled a little.
"You're late! I'm not your boss anymore, but old habits die hard, I see."
"I am not Mori." said Mori. "Sorry I'm late, though, we've had to set up a lot of stuff. Come. We have much to discuss." She swung her scythe and carved a gash in thin air, which pulled itself apart to open into a rather ordinary, if ancient-looking, elevator. She stepped in, and Fubuki did not wait for an invitation.

| Nothing.

"So, uh. First. The Mori you knew, she is me, but I am not her. She's gone, sorry. Technically speaking, she's an avatar-aspect of the underworld collective that got merged back in. I'm doing this 'cuz it's a form you're comfortable with. Cliche, right? You can refer to me as Mori, just don't be surprised if we don't perfectly match."

"All those years I've thought you're an American girl with terminal chuuni. Why did you get involved in our field of work?"

"Think of Mori the Internet star as a spy. We divined that this field of work was going to be very important, and it turned out to will have been... because of you. But more on that later."

The elevator was clearly going down, the air smelling ever stronger of sulfur and chlorine.

"Are we going... you know?" Fubuki did not need to specify.

"Oh? No. Not currently, no. Later, I don't know. It's just a very rarely used part of the complex, there's industrial equipment running nearby. We're you expecting... ah, nvm." Mori took a break from staring at her shoes and saw the old fox on the verge of crying. She took a step and gave her a hug. "Everything's going to be OK. Not a promise, though, promises are binding here. Look, do you want a blanket?" She felt vigorous nodding and pulled one from under her cloak. Still shaking, Fubuki wrapped herself in it.

"This is an IKEA blanket. Why do you... have those here?"

"The company died a few decades ago, so we own everything they had now. Metalegal loophole. Neat, huh?"

The elevator came to an abrupt stop, its doors swung open with a metallic clang. Mori gently took Fubuki's hand in hers, fingers wrapping inbetween fingers, and walked out, then forward.

"This is an unusual situation to begin with, you know. We were not even supposed to be here in the first place. Kitsunes do not usually have souls."

"Ah. I'm a kumiho, actually. I rarely bring it up and let people live with assumptions. Back in the Joseon kingdom, my grandfather ... "

"Your grandfather actually cheated on his wife. You were taken into the family and raised as her own. You are a kitsune."

"Sounds like someone had a thing for foxes, huh?"

"You could say that."

"So... Where are we going? Or do you not want to rush things?"

"See, that's the issue right there. The nature of your offenses is such... Normally, you'd get damnation without even the luxury of me showing up to bring you comfort." Fubuki refrained from a quip about how that's what she deserved anyway, because the prospect was terrifying and she had a person to say sorry to first.
"But the way you did the things you did... went around this life... you have no idea how badly your actions threw off the world's karmic balance. Luckily for you, 'hard for us to deal with' is not a punishable offense, neither are we spiteful. Still, for the first time in a while..."

Mori stopped abruptly and rammed the shaft of her scythe into the ground.

"... we're at an impasse."

(cont.)

[Anonymous No.]

>>4042380

| Nothing.

One by one, darkness started getting illuminated, as TV screens flickered on one by one. At first it looked like they were suspended on thin air, then their combined faint glow revealed traces of an enormous machine. Various sizes, makes and eras — many were ancient CRTs and LCDs, there were a lot of plasma and quantum dot rigs, quite a few VR headsets, some holographic displays, plus some tech that Fubuki hasn't ever seen. The brands were, as far as she saw, all companies that outright shut down, so there was probably the same deal as with IKEA. Currently the TVs were, it seems, all dedicated to showing ambiguity of the metaphor about the sky being the color of a dead TV channel.

"What is this?"

"This is your life." Mori pulled a remote out of her, uh, shirt and switched the channel on a mid-00s Acer.

The 'watching your life going in front of your eyes' metaphor was going to be literal today, apparently. It played on a loop, birth to death, and if she wanted, she could pay attention and slow down individual events. She chose not to dwell on, though.

"These are your alternative, potential fates. The choices you made that result in significant divergence from your life as you experienced it." Mori switched a few more channels, seemingly at random. Seeing herself mingling with other people that she did not recognize was odd, because she felt like she did know them for her entire life, experiencing an otherworldly and intense sense of deja vu. "Most people have a simpler tree of life. This is not to say that their overall lives were inconsequential and their choices didn't matter, but were tracking branches and not detours. It does not matter karma-wise if you had graduated from Juilliard or had dropped out to be mentored privately if you became a world-renowned jazz musician either way, met the same people, touched the same people. It honestly just ends up being bar trivia. For various reasons, Fubuki-senpai, your choices diverge wildly, resigning you, over and over, to different potential fates." Mori flicked on more channels one by one as she was talking. "This is one of the causes of your karmic balance being so hard to calculate."

"What do you mean by karma? The way you keep using the word is odd."

"Guh? Oh uh. Sorry, my fault. Look, when I say karma, I actually am saying ጌሬኽ". A monosyllabic guttural word that Fubuki probably did not have the throat structure to pronounce. In life, anyway. "I am speaking High Abyssal, and your mind-vestige translates this word as a misleading equivalent. What I mean is changing other people's lives for the better, helping them realize the potential they have been given, in accordance with your own potential across branching fates. Except it includes your effects on other people's karma, and vice versa, and so on. We intuitively understand these things, it's hard to explain."

| Nothing.

"Mmhm."

"So, the calculation is exceedingly difficult in your case. I don't think it will be a surprise where and when most of the branching starts." Mori hit a few more buttons, and hundreds, perhaps thousands of displays lit up together at once. All of them had the same scene somewhere in the loop: Fubuki ruffling through a grimoire, mixing paints, carving runes into the floor into an enormous circle... "This is when you went through with the decision to enact enormous amounts of suffering without relief on a person you knew and know loved you the most in the whole universe. All for what? An utilitarian calculation that it will be all balanced out?"

"You do not need to tell me any of that. You know what I did and why I did it. You know I have been asking myself this question every day since."

"And that makes it okay to perform literal fucking human sacrifice, canine?" There was a metallic tinge in Mori's voice that she never had on Earth, plus an echo-like quality to it. Fubuki really had the feeling that she was talking to something that was not constrained within one personality.

"I am ready to pay for this and have always been. I knew this day would come, reaper. I have not done it with hopes of making my afterlife cushy."

"No, that's not- look. Do you know how close you were to saying 'fuck it' and breaking the spell?"

"Every day. Every day I forced myself not to do it. The thaumic backlash was too dangerous. It was the only way."

"It's not just that. The negative karma that the anchor siphons, it accumulates. Festers. In every timeline you comforted him, you made the world a far worse place than it started off as. These three entire rows, that's just this scenario. Top right is you coming to him on his deathbed. You both got incinerated soon after. You know how?"

"Faulty wiring in the hospital?"

"Close. Global thermonuclear war."

They stood in silence for some time.

[Anonymous No.]

>>4042449
"That's not all! A third of displays here, here and there? That's his suicides. Suicide in three months. Suicide in four months. Six months. The longer, the worse. The backlash isn't something that touches you, except for those two cases, it discharges negative karma into random people directly. Most common scenario from a year onwards is a serial killer that spawns copycats. It's a horrifying spell, not just because of what you personally have been doing to him. You knew any of this could happen, and you still went through with it. "

"He would never have killed himself."

"He did just that, in all of those timelines."

"Those are the ones that did not happen, which just proves my point! You have met him, but you do not know him, not as I do. He was strong. You couldn't tell, but I knew. He could take it, he's the only one that could."

"And so he went through the rest of his worldly existence deprived of the touch of the love of his life because you felt like he could take it? How is that fair?"

"He wasn't the only one. That's... what makes it fair." Fubuki was done choking back tears.

| Nothing.

"The most common scenario after he dies is that you actively kill yourself. It's represented by only one display here," Mori pointed at a dingy CRT with a Czech brand name on it, "because nothing really changes depending on when and how you do it. Usually it's because you want to meet him faster and so on. In a cruel twist of fate, you zip past him to either oblivion or damnation in these cases. Thankfully, that is not what happened."

"May I ask you... and I want you to be honest. The spell. Was it successful? Did we ultimately do good?"

"The way Sorrow's Anchor works, as I see it, is that it siphons slivers of negative karma from connections as well as pumps enormous amounts of it into the target, but the numbers are not balanced. On net, you're doing a lot more evil than good. Do you know how many times the spell was cast in all of history and ended up not being evil on net?"

"No idea."

"Two. You need too many connections to form to do good on net, it wasn't even possible before XX century technology. One was a TV preacher who used himself as an anchor."

"How was that actually possible, thaumaturgically?" Fubuki has once been a magic nerd.

"Dissociative identity disorder. He achieved salvation and rejected it because he hated himself too much. Wanted oblivion instead. It was horrid. The second one, Fubuki-sempai..."

"Is me."

"Yes. As painful as it is for us to admit this, yes. Almost every single ending you got where you never cast Sorrow's Anchor was a happy one for both of you. Curiously, some of the happiest were when you first tried to abuse and neglect him without any rituals, to see how it feels like, only to give up. Most of the others where you have were tragic for both of you. But this one, the one you actually lived through and some others like this, a very, very small handful... You had helped the world, and helped it enormously. This, of course, does not mean you earned redemption."

"I have been meaning to tell you that I'm not interested anyway, but that's not true. Where is he? I want him. I want to be with him. I want to say sorry. I want to hold his hand. I want to at least say goodbye. I chose to die alone, of untreated, metastacized late-stage stomach cancer, with no painkillers and no help, to earn myself a sliver of redemption to be able to see him one more time. If that is not enough, I will do it again, as many times as you need me to. I will do anything you tell me. Where is he?"

"Hm." Mori swung her scythe counter-clockwise around their feet, scraping the floor. A moment later, a perfectly circular section of it fell out. The freefall was at first in utter darkness, then illuminated by faint blue glow, the color of Cherenkov radiation, in the distance. The landing was hard — for the old fox, anyway. Mori was fine. She pointed her scythe in the distance. "Missed it by a few miles. We're almost here. Let's go."

"What is this place?" said Fubuki, limping along.

"In determining your proper place in the afterlife, there is a major sidegrade from the karma system, hardwired somehow. We didn't really create the underworld, you know, we're just inheriting it. Figuring out how it works. This one is not bypassable. The martyrdom clause."

"I don't think he was religious. Was he... worshipping me?"

"It's not a religious thing. To qualify for being a martyr, you mostly need to die for a cause that you sincerely think is just. Sacco and Vancetti, for example, counted. Being a martyr isn't quite a free ticket to any fate you want, but it's up there. Also the answer to your question is 'roughly yes'."

cont.

[Anonymous No.]

>>4042488
"You didn't answer my first question."

"He could choose about anything. He didn't want reincarnation because he was afraid he'd miss you. He didn't want any of the heavens because he wasn't sure you'd meet him there, and he was right. He thought about damnation because it would be okay as long as you were there, but he hoped you would save yourself from it, and he was right. Oblivion wasn't an option. The other afterlives... I'll spare you the time, he chose nothing. That's where we are."

"Is this the Limbo? I heard about it."

"Ha! No. A funny story with Limbo, actually. It was originally created as a resting place for unbaptized children, except it's the Cathars that had the right idea about how to perform the ritual, and they all died in the Albigesian crusade, so it was where all children ended up when it died. Took us forever to figure out that's what was doing it and even longer to fix. That was before my time, actually. Awful place. No, this isn't Limbo, this is nothing."

As they were approaching, Fubuki saw that the blue glow was comprised of individual dots, then that each dot was actually a humanoid figure, of different shapes and sizes. It looked like a giant twister, complete with an eye of the storm.

"Some call it the Vortex, but I prefer not to. It does not describe the experience. This is the resting place of souls with no resting place. The inherent contradiction means that they normally experience no sensory input whatsoever, not even what your mind's vestige substitutes for the feeling of stones on your bare feet as you're walking along these halls. It's a total, absolute nothingness. It does not truly erase them — it isn't an oblivion — but they are totally alone with their own thoughts and their minds will never crack. The only thing that redeems this atrocity is that every person in here chose this fate. He has been waiting for you."

"How long? I lost track of time long ago. Thirty years? Forty?"

"Forty three years, seven months and three days."

| Nothing.

"Can you pull him out?"

"No, of course not. If I could have, I would have, every single one of them. That's not the condition, though — he has been waiting for you and you alone."

"How do I do it, then?"

"All you need to do is step in and find him. Then you will both get to leave — where you end up after this, I have no idea, but you will be together. Be wary, though: once you're in it, the same rules will apply to you. You will have all the time in the world to search, but it will be completely and utterly blind, and, should you fail, you will be both stranded forever. There's another option, though."

"Eh?"

"Turn back. You got a ticket to reincarnation. Wipe the slate clean, hope for a better fate this time. You don't need to do this."

"Mmhm. And by turning away, I prove able of stranding a person in utter solitude and misery, for all eternity, thus immediately making it void?"

Mori grinned.

"While by agreeing to the conditions, I prove able to risk inflicting misery onto myself to the hopes of saving another?"

Mori grinned harder.

"I don't think I need to even respond. You like giving people fake choices, don't you?"

"Even though the choice doesn't matter, it can still be important."

"Is there a chance I will be seeing my friends again, where I'm going, wherever it is?"

"I cannot tell you that, I'm afraid it will influence your choice too much."

"Will I be seeing you again, not-Mori?" Fubuki was already walking towards the twister. There seemed to be a bridge in the void, leading towards it, or maybe the stones appeared under her feet. It was too dark to see.

"I'm sorry, but this is a final goodbye. It's been a pleasure."

"Likewise. Thank you for this, but I don't think I'll be able to keep it where I'm going, even as a keepsake." Fubuki pulled the blanket off her shoulders and tossed it, letting Mori catch it in the air, then thought for a minute more, turned back and run — not because she changed her mind, but to get a last hug. Their height differences made it feel motherly. Mori hugged her back and patted her head. They stood like that for a long time, letting Fubuki's tears stain her shirt.

"It's time." she whispered after a while. "Farewell, my little fox. Someone is waiting."

Fubuki started walking again, then took to a running gait, almost to force herself to not stop. She stopped when the bridge got to an abrupt end, however, then closed her eyes and took a step forward.

cont.

[Anonymous No.]

>>4042535
Fubuki was actually knocked out with a chloroform rag once before, by a crazed stalker. She didn't have many memories of that event, aside from the efforts of disposing of a corpse with a torn out throat. This was kind of like that, but so much worse.

| A slight breeze?

She didn't bother scouting out her target beforehand, because the souls were almost completely indistinct, and there were so many of them. There was no hope of actually searching, because she could feel nothing. It was a foolish idea and a loathsome choice to inflict on others, even those as evil as her — she would spend an eternity here, utterly alone. So much worse than oblivion.

| What?

The void ate at her. It was the exact opposition of a weighed blanket. Stripping out her resolve, dismantling all of it that made her her. She needed to resist it first, needed to fight being one with the void. She felt nothing, but she also felt something else.

| Love.

She stretched out her hand and moved forward, guided by it and by nothing else. She did not know how large the storm was, did not know how long this would take. She did not care. She had words to say.

| She came back.

With nothing but itself, soul-on-soul contact felt excruciatingly... everything. Fingers wrapped between fingers, every spot that touched each other being painful and hot and cold and everything else at the same time.

| It's time.

They wrapped themselves around each other, then slowly moved towards the past of most resistance — that's where the eye of the storm was. Probably. They were rewarded with a sudden rush of upwards motion, then everything went utterly dark, even darker than nothing.

Fubuki woke up, feeling fresh, wet grass on bare skin. She felt intensely odd, every movement unfamiliar to her. With no other reflective surface around, she turned over and looked at a drop of dew.

She did not recognize this body or this face. She still had ears and a tail, but her fur was pitch black. Black! She did not have a single fox in her entire lineage with a spot of black fur... apparently, anyway. Neither did she recognize the purple sun, the dark-blue grass, or any of the species of fish zipping above the hill.

| What is this? What's with my body? Am I hallucinating? I was told I will not have the relief of hallucination. What are these?

Fubuki turned to the side and shook the shoulder of another body besides her. It was also utterly unfamiliar, but could only belong to one other person.

Her eyes looked the same.

| Her eyes look the same.

"I... I would like to apologize, but there's nothing I could say that could possibly repay for what I did to you — what I chose to do to you. All I wanted is to see you again."

| "Me too."

"I have regretted this every moment of my hollow life and will regret it in this one. I wanted it to be over, I wanted to save you, I wanted to do something, but there was no other way. I'm sorry."

|"There's nothing to forgive you for."

"What?"

|"I knew you had a reason. There was no way you would have done this if you didn't have one. I got an explanation when I died, but i didn't really need one. If anything, it made me admire you a bit more. To be honest, I did hate you for a while."

"Me too. Hated myself, I mean."

|"It was after the first, I think, few years in the void. How long has it been?"

"Forty three years, beloved."

|"I hated you so much. I could think of nothing else but how much I despise you for tricking me into inflicting this on myself, all because you wanted to be nice to people I have never met. I was passing the time by imagining horrible tortures I would inflict on you when I finally come back. I spent, I think, a dozen years on this. It disgusts me. I wish I were never told I'll never go insane in the vortex, at least I would have an excuse for myself, but I do not. Why is the sky green? I love you too much. I missed you so much. Please never leave me. Why am I a girl?"

"I don't know. I was told nothing about this place or what will happen to us, other than we will meet again. And, maybe, some other people I miss. Not as much as I missed you, but still."

|"Is it okay, though? Can we file a complaint? Is there a support ticket system? Where's the main menu button? I'm just kidding."

"It must be horrible on your end, but honestly? I don't mind. I've always liked girls more, anyway."

|"I'll get used to it." I hope. "Let's go meet people. Better yet, let's find some clothes first, it's starting to get chilly... assuming there's civilization anywhere in this place. Can you weave?"

"No."

|"What use is a wife that doesn't even know how to weave, in our traditionalist household?"

"I could ask you the same question. Plus, till death do us part, right?"

|"So?"

"I'm not your wife, I'm your friend."

[Anonymous No.]

This concludes the story of one dumb fox and her ill-fated attempt to fix the world that broke her in the process.

For now, anyway.

My other fics for this thread I found worth preserving:

Omelas and Anchor (duh) (linked above).

https://controlc.com/7d56a79a Gloves off (Suisei/Aqua abuse/co-dependency)
https://controlc.com/d9c7e16d You have to take your meds! (Subaru/reader gaslighting)
https://controlc.com/2b260b81 The ruler game pt.1 (Choco/Rushia (&friends) public spanking + architecture)


https://controlc.com/1ba084b5 and this one, naturally.

[Anonymous No.]

>>4040851
Fuck, now I'm sad.

[Anonymous No.]

>>4041748
I'm glad you enjoyed it.
Also a reminder for everyone interested; This is your last chance to request something if you'd like a certain kind of horny to happen.

[Anonymous No.]

>>4043861
Fuck the princess in the ass.
>>4042629
Thank you for the contribution, friend. Your works have brought much joy to many.

[Anonymous No.]

>>4043861
Mating press.

[Anonymous No.]

>>4043861
Put the princess in her place

[Anonymous No.]

>>4044617
Co-signed. Riding crop like in zero no tsukaima

[Anonymous No.]

>>4040851
Continuation onegai
>>4041616
H-hot
>>4042629
Omelas multi-verses is canon now

[Anonymous No.]

>>4046782
>Omelas multi-verses is canon now
That was explicitly the intent behind this scene, yes.

[Anonymous No.]

A prompt: Rushia's lover dies and despite countless attempts at bringing him back, she fails. She spends her days holed up in her room, crying, until she sees her new group of kouhais. One of them is carrying a scythe, a scythe that has countless souls trapped in it, one of whom she recognizes. Story could go either peaceful negotiation route or Mori also loves the souls she captured, so Rushia wants vengeance route, though for the vengeance one...you can't kill death, but you can kill her friends I guess

[Anonymous No.]

>>3898884
Soon.

[Anonymous No.]

>>4054973
>Soon
I am very excited, Anon.

[Anonymous No.]

>>4040851
I didn't expect such heavy feels today.

[Anonymous No.]

>>4040851
My unofficial part 2: Suisei actually remembers you but she doesn't want to make her fans jealous and pretended not to remeber.

[Anonymous No.]

>>4041035
>>4041165
>>4043792
>>4059995
Glad you enjoyed(?) it
>>4047584
>>4061002
I currently don't have any plans for continuation, other anons are free to make their own part 2, though.
>>4042629
That was a glorious read, Anon. Always been a fan of your works, Gloves off in particular really hits the spot for me.. Also, was Exposure Therapy done by you too or was it another anon?

[Anonymous No.]

>>4063309
Exposure Therapy was done by the Anon who did all the Aqua stuff, I think.

[Anonymous No.]

>>4063309
I did enjoy it, but damn that hurt. It's a well-crafted sadfic.

[Anonymous No.]

boomp

[Anonymous No.]

>>4040851
Suisei is now a addiction for me and I loved this, part 10 when?

[Anonymous No.]

Slacking instead of writing. Get back to work, me.

[Anonymous No.]

>>4082590
ganbatte writeanon.........ganbatte...

[Anonymous No.]

>>4042629
Yet another fic to add to the glorious Omela-verse.

[Anonymous No.]

>>4040851
We need more sad fic.

[Anonymous No.]

Risu lewds may take a bit longer to finish than expected. Been feeling a bit under the weather and it's hard to focus on writing. Will get this done once my body is done rebelling against me.

[Anonymous No.]

>>4084817
Stay strong anon I believe in you

[Anonymous No.]

We have plenty of abuse, we have plenty of romance, we have plenty of comedy, what we need now is tragedy. Please, write anons, we need more fics where both parties get hurt, where the reader gets hurt.

[Anonymous No.]

>>4084817
Take the time you need anon

[Anonymous No.]

>>4085148
You reject your oshi love confession and in the heat of the moment, she kills you. What follows next is her downward spiral

[Anonymous No.]

>>4085148
>tragedy
I mean, we have the Omelas extended universe

[Anonymous No.]

>>4085525
yeah, but depending on how you look at it, most of them have a relatively happy ending (reunited after death, becoming a couple again, becoming a couple again with a bit of rape and Stockholm syndrome), what I mean by tragedy is something similar to the Towa caretaker fic. to break the reader's heart.

[Anonymous No.]

>>4085148
So something like the Anemachi greentext

[Anonymous No.]

>>4079782
>>4084255
No plan for part 2 but you can check out >>3924598 if you haven't for more sappy Suisei story

[Anonymous No.]

>>4085148
Due to magical shenanigan, anon gained some form of immortality at a cost. Mori is sent to get him back to his original fate being death. He shows her around town and she's getting to know his normal life and why he treasures it so much.
However, she cannot disobey order and they agree to have a fight to determine his fate.

I just want to write a shounen battle romcom fic.

[Anonymous No.]

high level mind games

[Anonymous No.]

Hot.
Today is way too hot. Sweat is covering my entire body, it's hard to focus. I could turn on the AC if it weren't for the noise it made. It's so hot it's hard to collect my thoughts.
"Can I get pregnant too?" suddenly I'm brought back to reality by my senpai's words.
"Um- with...well..with who..with?" can't find any words to respond with
"You" senpai responds. Just what is this woman saying?
"huuh...I mean hmmmmmmm" what the fuck is going on, this isn't what I signed up for...
Senpai whispers: "Come ooon Calli, 70 000 people are watching~".
"Yeah, um since you're my senpai I feel I can't really say no" sweat rolls down my forehead.
This is nothing like I imagined, just why i-
"Next meme" my thoughts get cut off again.
"Calli-chan, why are you so nervous, you keep forgetting to say it with me.."
"Uh, yeah sorry, next meme" this is painful
"Anyway, let's look at the next one" senpai says before pulling out a new image on screen. Oh God it's the same fucking joke again...
Senpai laughs or maybe just pretends to.
"Calli-chan, look at this part here.." senpai calls out to me before spending 5 minutes explaining the joke.

....

The last meme, thank God.
"Let's fuck Yagoo"
what the-
....

The end of the stream, senpai and I already said our goodbyes to the people watching the stream and are now talking in a call:
"You were a bit awkward at first, but you got it near the end, hope we can collab together in the future" senpai says.
"Y-yeah, I had fun too, hope we can do more of it, ha ha". well if senpai had fun maybe it wasn't so bad...
right before the call ends I hear a sound of a door opening and a female voice calling out to senpai: "Holy shit was that bad, haven't felt this kind of second hand embarrassment in awhile"
"Yeah, I know what the fuck was that?"
Call ends.

[Anonymous No.]

>>4085461
I can think of four parts for this.

[Anonymous No.]

>>4089129
Having just seen this part the timing of this is staggering

[Anonymous No.]

Here. https://youtu.be/L-5M1_DKvb0

https://docs.google.com/document/d/e/2PACX-1vR4HeHm9ss4MraVZ9vuLV77IZvCTpcRhYPhdTGOQyUK6pnClBzv0r7BEusN6yI8rLgbQpePSI0thgjr/pub

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>>4089381
Man that was so bittersweet. I love it anon.

[Anonymous No.]

>>4089381
My fucking heart.
Good job on making it clear who the story was about without spelling a single name.

[Anonymous No.]

>>4089381
yes, this is what I wanted. Good job, anon.

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>>4089725
That was the fun part. Less is more and all that.

[Anonymous No.]

>>4079782
There’s a decent amount of Suistories in the archive collection, maybe check them out

[Anonymous No.]

>>4085148
I might try my hand at this, it’s just that I have like 5 different stories I’m writing at once

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>>4089129
I didn’t think it was THAT bad, especially towards the end. I think Calli was just being her usual turbo autist self and being nervous, but Coco got her to open up a little

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>>4089381
Finally some fic about my oshi, thank for the food.

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>>4089381
I want to tell you to stop because you’re gonna make me cry but FUCK that was good

[Anonymous No.]

>Anon who wanted to voice the Kiara rape fic never came back
>Anon who wanted to do a game about HoloFantasy never came back
Where did they go

[Anonymous No.]

>>4091936
banished to the shadow realm

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>>4089381
Short and wonderful, I cried. God it has been so long since I last cried...

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>>4089381
Really nice one anon, thank you

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>>4089381
This feeling... what is this? And why do I want to learn the guitar?
[spolier] thanks, anon [/spoiler]

[Anonymous No.]

>>4092612
Damn.

[Anonymous No.]

One more. https://youtu.be/JY8fcCcfHzw

I don't really have the urge to re-read it for editing, so just roll with any mistakes, please and thank you. If it's rushed feeling, that's because I wanted to get it out of me. I didn't want to end it that way so I added -that-.

https://docs.google.com/document/d/e/2PACX-1vTzXNy1r7dUZ5ngvzSDcqe-_ut2N7WUd9KjL9HuVWXXWnFbv2kFihp8xnCUCuk6lRdVuR0QyKhtfmp9/pub

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>>4089381
GOD DAMMIT

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>>4099870
This was great, I need more.

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>>4099870
I need more Towa in my life

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>>4099870
I wonder what she was thinking and feeling during those 8 years. Her best friend/crush goes to buy groceries and never comes back, after promising to never leave her. She likely tried to contact him and he never answered. The reader knows what happened but she doesn't. Poor Towa...

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Ina Fluff Fic, got a bit longer than I was expecting, about 7k words.

I can never look into my Oshis eyes again, at least not with a clean conscience.

Also fuck pastebin, I think the word "chest" triggers their fucking NSFW filter.

https://controlc.com/5e85de56

I am sorry for ESL, trying to keep Tenses in line was hard af.

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>>4101251
Takos winning quite a lot with this one. Does it have a name?

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>>4102779
I am pretty bad at naming stuff, but i think "Purple" would be pretty good, unless thats too clishee

We are always winning when she is around

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>>4091936
I dont even remember those anons desu

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>>4099870
Fucking nice but the ending tho..

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>>4099870
Thanks for the extra bit at the end. I don't think my heart could take it if it just ended on a sad note just like that.

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>>4099870
That was really REALLY good anon, and fuck you I cried.

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>>4091936
>Anon who wanted to do a game about HoloFantasy never came back
I still lurk, I'm just busy at the moment. If you cared about the game, my plan was to go for VR, since that's what I enjoy most, and to basically recreate the story as a multi-level VR game. I'd release the chapters incrementally, since it'll take forever to make.
The main problem is, at the rate it'd take me to model things, the author'll be 100 chapters in before I catch up to what's done now. I have considered scraping and tweaking the horni thread's koikatsu cards, but there's still a load of other things I'd have to make.
Alternatively, I could just smash out a classic Gameboy-style metroidvania in a week, but it wouldn't be something I enjoy as much.

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>story about Coco being mercilessly raped by Zhangs who want to make her pay for her past mistakes
Haha, wouldn't it be a funny story hahaha

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>>4114387
Funnily enough I was thinking about a metroidvania style game in the setting earlier today. Mostly thinking about movement and combat options like alternate special skills/variations. Funny.

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>>4115014
Were you considering one you would like to play, or what you would like to create?

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>>4089725
Who is it about?

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>>4101251
Very good job anon, it was really cute and funny.

[Anonymous No.]

>>4117197
Kanata

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>>4114414
What the fuck

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>>4114414
No

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>>4040851
>>4089381
>>4099870
I need a sequel for at least one of these fic and please make it a happy one.

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>>4114414
and it could end with winnie the pooh giving coco a moneyshot as she does a double peace ahahahahahahahahahahahaba

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>>4118632
I'm working on something for the second one.

I have the sequel for the first one firmly in my mind, but I'm not sure I'll write it. It's not happy.

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>>4114414
Fuck off, bug. Apply 9mm to thorax and pull the trigger.

[Anonymous No.]

>>4117231
Thanks anon, glad you liked it.

[Anonymous No.]

>>4118634
kys zhang

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>>4114414
hahaha yeah but what if it was me fucking mori and coco after switching bodies with yagoo hahaha so funny

[Anonymous No.]

>>4114414
5 points have been added to your social credit score

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[Anonymous No.]

>>4126724
Noooooo you could’ve savored the glasses first you monster... 5 second rule I guess

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>>4119521
Life generally isn't. That's why sad stories are so interesting - they're relatable!

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>>4116836
I fell asleep immediately after that post. Both, but I lack game dev knowledge. It was mental design documenting - shorter levels/maps rather than a massive interconnected one, how boss mechanics would work, etc. Either way, excited for the result, even though I lack VR.

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>>4114414
t.Chang

[Anonymous No.]

>Try to write a story
>Hit brick wall and lose motivation to continue
>Try to write a new story in the meantime
>Hit brick wall again

Struggling really hard with writer's block and coming up with ideas. The cycle is painful.

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>>4130803
May be worth trying out a design doc or something to keep the goal in sight, unless it's just "brain not working", in which case, solidarity. Try taking a break, my friend.

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I just busted a sloppy, sticky nut to marathon sex with my friend and wanted to say cheers big ears to the author

You indirectly helped another dude get off, no homo

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>>4132888
Checked, but this is the gayest message I've ever seen in /wg/

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>>4132888
Not the author but that's the point of NSFW stories I guess. Glad it worked out for you.

[Anonymous No.]

>>4132888
Was my first time writing smut but glad you managed to bust a fat one to it my dude

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>>4133024
Is a NSFW writer a genius director of word-porn, or is smut written by a man that gets off another man just a handjob with extra steps? Asking for a friend.

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>>4133738
Your friend's asking some loaded questions, bud.

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>>4133738
Ask your friend why do they have to be mutually exclusive?

[Anonymous No.]

>>4082590
no

[Anonymous No.]

why is writing so hard
I do a single page and my brain demands that I do anything else

[Anonymous No.]

>>4137956
Just write.

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>>4130803
I get what you mean. I have multiple stories just in hold at the moment

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>>4137956
You have to have focus. I turn on music and turn off anything else, otherwise I'll gladly drop shit. Rather be watching science youtubers or shit.

[Anonymous No.]

In a similar vein to the Vampire story, being based on a song cover,
This art got me feeling something.

Wasn't sure of a story idea, but after actually looking up the lyrics, I don't really get get the meaning of the song by itself but for Nene, it sounds like her being a CEO at NenePro and suddenly snapping and ranting at someone who pissed her off.
Also going bear-mode with sharpened teeth, to really put the fear in them.
I could even imagine her saying some chuuni shit like "I'll show you why they call me the Bear of Hololive"

[Anonymous No.]

So someone will write a fanfic where Mori is beaten by the COCOK while Kiara watches? And later Coco will also reclaim the chiken's cloaca

[Anonymous No.]

Wonder how the anon that was writing the pregnant Nene story is doing

[Anonymous No.]

>>3900439
Funnily enough I was thinking of doing something similar with the idea being Lulu trying to understand how romantic relationships work and kinda ends up speedrunning it.

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>>4156494
>speedrunning it
What does this mean? Like getting married on the second date?

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>>4157561
Through a mix of very basic understanding of love and EnthraNORMAL ART STUDENT CHARM she'd whisk you from acquaintances to dating to married and with a child on the way.

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>>4157561
>>4159546
>Wait lulu we only just me- AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

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>>4146648
I’m curious about the part two of the pregnant Matsuri story

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>>4161777
Terrifying.

[Anonymous No.]

>>4163691
Drains you dry and appears with a baby and some niji pointing a shotgun at you

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>>4161838
I'm excited for the next instalment, that was a good concept and execution.

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>>4137956
Ganbare writeanon

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>>4128010
But they’re sad....

[Anonymous No.]

>>4164155
Nice.

[Anonymous No.]

Limit

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[Anonymous No.]

>>4161838
I'm working on it just very slowly.

[Anonymous No.]

Why did I write this much?

https://controlc.com/e6bea158

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>>4172152
Thank you for that ending. I couldn't stand another depressing story in this thread.

[Anonymous No.]

>>4172329
For goodness sake, I forgot to remove the name again.