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Eternal Border - a Touhou Reimagining - Part 2 In Progress!

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Esifex: Oh, God, I want someone to draw the Yama Punch smashing Alice's head. Not because I don't like Alice - I do - but I like Shikieiki more. And just going RAGEPUNCH seems like an awesome thing to witness.

Hawk: WHAT THE FUCK HE'S UPDATING NO If anyone still cares, the updates shall begin again! If no one cares, give part 1 a shot!  You may be just offended enough to keep reading! I have no excuse! 3 2 1 GO There is very minor sexual content in the things to come.  If it's a problem, I'll remove it immediately, but I stress that it's extremely limited in nature.  Be warned, though. Prologue ? Dance Fly, Fly through the night try your best to catch a sight Cry, Cry out your fears they await with joyful cheers Why, Why do you wait enter now the devil's gate Eye, Eye sees the sins in the tale of Scarlet Twins Dream 1 ? Life, Death, Earth "Step right up!  Step right up!  Try your hand and see if you will be the lucky one to take the prize home!" A young boy walked up the wooden steps.  The crowd gave a great cheer, with no shortage of "Go for it!"s and "Show it what's what!"s.  The vendor tapped her cane on the table at her side, beckoning the boy closer.  She wore a gaudy topcoat with two long tails that scraped along the floor.  On her head was a bright red top hat, which magically stayed balanced, despite her constant swaggering to and fro. "Just grab three darts, and have a go!" she cried with a grin on her face.  "Aim for the center!"  She turned to face the rambunctious crowd.  "How about we give the kid some encouragement!  I mean, come on!" The crowd erupted even more fiercely than before, to the point where the vendor couldn't even hear her own voice.  The yelling was overpowering, and also uplifting.  The man holding a drink in one hand and his woman in the other, the old man cherishing the vigor of youth, even the other vendors, even the birds flying by!?she could feel all of their passion and fury, and she knew the boy could too. "That's what I'm talking about!" she shouted, but no one heard her. The boy picked up his first dart.  He was visibly shaking from head to toe.  He reared back, breathing in and out rapidly, and flung his arm forward. Third ring out. "Oh, a near miss!" she shouted, tapping her cane rapidly on the table.  The crowd let out a collective "Awww" before resuming their boisterous rancor.  If anything, it was even louder than before. "Hey, boy!" she yelled.  "If you get a bullseye, I'll give you a kiss!" The boy's face flushed deep red, as his head jerked down in an embarrassed nod.  The crowd whooped wildly, and more than one man brought his girl in for a smooch right there.  If anything, the boy shook more violently than before.  Sweat rolled down his face in small rivers.  The vendor slit her eyes, taking note of what the crowd couldn't see?what was most important. His grip on the dart had tightened. Once again, he brought his arm back, a look of grim determination on his face.  He lurched forward and let fly. First ring out. A gasp rang out, followed by another moan of disappointment.  The vendor walked behind the boy and crouched, grabbing his shoulders and placing her mouth to his ear.  The crowd fretted about in an uncomfortable silence. "Do you have anything you treasure?" she whispered.  "A girl?" Blushing furiously, he shook his head, almost hitting hers in the process.  The vendor spied a drop of sweat making its way down his cheek.  She extended her tongue and pressed it against his skin, intercepting the drop.  It spread across her taste buds, a salty sweetness pervading her mouth.  The boy almost squealed, turning even redder than before. "If you get a bullseye," she whispered, squeezing his shoulders tightly, "I'll let you do whatever you want to me.  You can touch me...or lick me...or bite me...or punish me.  Understand?"  She could feel the heat pulsing from his body.  He visibly shuddered with each furious beat of his heart.  A few seconds passed before he nodded his head violently. "Alright!" she cried, turning to face the crowd.  "Let's let the kid know who's rootin' for him!" The mass of people bubbled over, cheering, whooping, whistling, jeering, laughing, rioting.  The vendor could feel the vibrations through the ground and through the air, beating their way through her body, sparking a rush in her blood.  She reached up and grabbed her red top hat, placing it roughly on the boy's head, revealing the entirety of her own shining blonde hair. The boy took a deep breath, swallowed, and threw. "Ah...hah...hah..."  The boy harshly and clumsily thrust into the vendor.  Lying on her back, naked in the moonlight in the forest next to the village, she gazed at his sweating body with casual interest, smirking.  Mouth open, eyes squinted shut, the boy moved his hips into hers, eliciting a loud smacking sound with each plunge.  His hands held the girl's legs wide apart. "Oh god!  G?mmm!"  The boy climaxed, tensing every muscle in his body.  Her legs were strangled by his now vice-like grip.  She could feel his seed being pumped into her, filling her to the brim, warming her. He collapsed on top of her, chest to chest, naked bodies mashed together in the small clearing.  Their cheeks touched, and each time the boy breathed, the vendor felt herself being pushed into the ground. She wrapped her arms around his neck.  "Good boy," she whispered. "I...I love...you," he croaked. "Yes, you do." She opened her mouth, revealing two long fangs, and sank them deep into the boy's neck.  He made a single panicked cry before he lost consciousness.  She pulled the teeth free, and two small streams of blood began flowing from the wounds.  She placed her mouth to them and sucked greedily, drinking down the blood in copious amounts. "Oh god," she moaned in-between mouthfuls.  She began breathing more heavily as she felt its warmth move through her body, stimulating her, exciting her.  She began giggling madly, the ecstasy overtaking her. "Please come back." "FUCK YOU!" she cried, throwing the body off of hers and standing up.  Blood was trailing down her chin, to neck and chest beyond.  With her nakedness and red, bloodshot eyes, she was more feral than the animals in the woods themselves.  She flung her head around until she found her target. A girl was standing only a few feet away, a look of immense sadness on her face.  She wore a pink dress, and her skin was silky smooth and snow white, giving the impression that this wasn't a human, but a doll.  Her hair was grey with a hint of blue, like a cloudy day.  In one of her hands she held a long sword, glowing red in the moonlight.  But what she noticed most?what filled her with dread?were the two long bat-like wings protruding from the girl's back, spreading a meter on each side, at least.  They were dark and looming, giving the girl a dark feel in contrast to her bright skin. "Are you okay?" the demon asked. "I'm fucking fantastic!" she shouted, rubbing her arm across her chin, making a hasty attempt at washing away the blood. "Well?" the other girl asked, tilting her head ever so slightly to one side. The vendor stared at the ground in frustration, clenching her fists.  A heavy silence passed. "Ah," the girl in pink said, the sadness on her face growing even harsher.  "I suppose it's a bit unfair." "This isn't enough!?" the vendor cried, waving her arm to bring attention to the unconscious body of the boy, lying awkwardly on the ground. "Is it?" the girl said. The vendor looked down suddenly, noticing the boy's discharge had begun leaking out of her, slowly creating several glistening trails down her legs.  She stared at them with rage and embarrassment, cheeks flushing red.  Her head began to feel fuzzy, and she collapsed to the ground, tears forming in her eyes. The demon watched. "God damn it," she whimpered, punching the ground.  "God damn it, god damn it, god damn..."  Her body began to feel cold in sharp contrast to her face.  Chills ran through her arms and legs, eliciting an uncomfortable prickling sensation. "Ah!" she cried, clenching her stomach.  The pains had returned like a heartbeat.  Every other second the aches would fly through her, rendering her unable to do anything but cry and writhe.  Spasms wracked her body.  Drool began falling down in strands from her open mouth.  She buried her face into the ground and pushed forward on her knees, grinding her forehead into the dirt. Then they were gone, and she was left there shaking from cold and fatigue, covered in dirt, blood, drool, and semen. "Leave," she choked. "Why?" the girl asked. "Because I've given up." The girl gave a small, sad smile.  "That's why I'm here." "No...no!" the vendor cried, flipping herself onto her back and sprawling out, staring at the moon high in the sky.  "I've really given up.  It's been four years.  I've given up.  I'm done.  Leave." The girl stared at her for a few seconds in silence. The vendor smiled grimly.  "Do whatever you want with L?vateinn.  I don't care.  Keep it, give it, throw it in a fucking lake.  I don't care." "I see," she said, staring at the ground for a moment in contemplation.  She clutched the hilt of the sword more tightly.  "Then I won't come again." "Lovely," the vendor whispered, closing her eyes and falling asleep.

Hawk: Real 1 ? こっけいじゃないか I walked slowly along the old dirt path.  The sun was only just peeking its head over the horizon, and its rays reached my face, warming my features.  I felt a little better, but only a little.  On both sides of me was a grassy field, trees poking out at various places.  The birds had begun their morning song a while ago, and it felt like they were reaching their crescendo with the coming of the light. I dragged my feet, kicking up small clouds of dust.  I was beginning to get tired, so I stepped off the path and sat down on the grass with a awkward thump.  It jostled me, enough to where I felt a lump, a tickle, lying in wait in my throat. I didn't cough. If I had, it might have gone on for hours.  I might have begun crying, or even bleeding.  I might have lost consciousness.  I would have been loud.  And then they might have found me. And then they would have stopped me. So I grabbed my throat with my frail, brittle hand, and, with a strength born of determination, I squeezed.  I waited, but the tickle remained, pulsing with presence.  I began collecting saliva in my mouth.  I sucked at my glands, drawing more and more.  When I felt I had a sizable amount, with my hand still suffocating me, I swallowed. It's an uncomfortable experience.  The wad had trouble traveling down to my stomach.  This pressure caused it to grind violently against my esophagus, against the tickle itself.  I could feel the lump growing dimmer, and then it was gone.  I let go of my throat and breathed deep. My eyes were mildly wet, so I wiped them off with my sleeve.  It was a trick I'd discovered years ago, back when the attacks first started happening.  Back when, in-between coughs, I would see flashes of sadness in my mother's eyes, and anger in my father's. I was an only child, and Dad hated me for it.  There would be no male heir to the family name.  In fact, I think he would have been satisfied if I'd only been a strong woman.  He might have been proud of my existence.  He might have been more successful. He might not have killed himself. Come on, Patch.  You have to start walking again sooner or later. I grumbled at my own thoughts and pushed myself up.  I winced; my entire body ached?perhaps audibly?as I stood, unsteady and pale.  I took a deep breath and began walking again. Noon had approached by the time I made it to The Fork.  That's what we called it.  The road led to the next village over if you kept straight, but there was a side path here at The Fork, a far less kept road that led into the Two-Holes Forest.  It was rocky and uneven, so, before even attempting it, I decided to rest again. Before I'd gotten sick, Mom had been a sad woman.  Dad would give her looks?especially when she placed his plate in front of him at dinner.  It was a look of: You can cook this dinner, but you can't give me a son?  You can make me clothes, but you can't give me a son?  You can satisfy my lust at any time I choose, but you can't give me a son? You can give me a daughter, but you can't give me a son? Isn't it funny?  That means he was actually satisfied with everything else.  He was so pleased by her efforts, it made her one failing all the more unforgivable in his eyes.  It was like a piece of food caught in someone's pearly-white teeth.  It was like a pimple on an otherwise perfect face.  It was like a fly landing on your delicious meal.  It was like a single weed in a field of grass.  It was like a frown at a festival.  It was like a single yellow page in a book of whites. It was like...it was a daughter in a family of three. ... I think it's funny. After the attacks began, Mom stopped being sad.  I didn't get to see any emotions on her face any more.  When I woke up in the morning, I would stare at the floor as I said "good morning" so that she couldn't look at me with those dead, expressionless eyes.  Two little dots of black, flying around the room...silent spies. God...if only they'd buzzed like flies.  At least then I could've avoided them as a source of annoyance.  But no, Mom made no noise.  Don't you get it, Mom?  People's eyes are naturally attracted to each other!  When you see someone looking at you, you look back!  When I felt you watching me, I couldn't help but look up and... And... ... After Dad killed himself, Mom took to sitting in her chair all day, staring into oblivion.  She would sit there, fall asleep, wake up, and continue sitting until she needed to eat.  Once a day, like clockwork, I'd hear the familiar creaking of her shuffling to find food.  I'd become the provider of the family.  I supplied the food. And after all that...isn't that funny? There was a man in the village who'd always wanted me.  I'd always known.  I could tell by the way he looked at me.  It made sense to me; even though I was weak, I'd always considered myself a fairly attractive fourteen-year-old.  So, when it looked like we wouldn't be able to eat any more, I went to him and proposed a deal.  Once a week for a week's worth of money. Dad had never been particularly subtle about his and Mom's sex.  He would call for her in the middle of the day, and even leave the door open sometimes.  Their moans and screams and grunts ring clearly in my memories, ingrained after years and years.  I knew enough from this to tell the man that he couldn't have sex with me.  He was confused, and I continued saying that I would use my mouth or my hands or my feet or my breasts or whatever else, but he couldn't use my vagina.  He asked why.  I said his thrusts would probably kill me. He agreed.  He told me my lips were red and beautiful. Into the forest I went.  After traveling under the hot noon sun for a while, the shade of the trees was a relief.  I pondered offhandedly how many people had ever taken this road.  It couldn't have been many.  They were too afraid of the demon that lived in the castle on the far side of the forest.  She filled the woods with vile creatures of the dark, ready and willing to feast on the flesh of the living.  Simply by walking into its land, you would be cursed with all kinds of hellish spells.  You could be covered in hives so bad you claw your own eyes out.  Flies, locusts, wasps, and ants could attack you, deconstructing your body in bit-by-bit chunks until there's nothing left.  The flow of your blood itself could begin to burn like fire, so bad that you cut yourself to try and drain the veins.  You could vomit out your own heart.  You could be haunted by the ghosts of your loved ones. But that was all child's play.  The worst that could happen to you is that you die.  No, what the people were truly afraid of was the demon herself.  The Lady Tepes. There were no accounts of her appearance.  No one had ever lived who'd seen her.  She was supposedly a vampire, a creature with immense power over the underworld and its denizens.  She could become a bat, she was indestructible during the full moon, she could even become mist itself.  It was a white mist, the stories said, the kind that makes you lose your way.  After hours of searching, from anxious walking to frantic sprinting, finally you'd pass out from exhaustion.  Then the mist would reform back into her body, and she would stand before your helplessness.  She would lift your head, and gaze lovingly at your unprotected neck.  She would open her mouth to reveal two long, shining fangs, and plunge them into the tender skin.  Then she pulls them out, and begins drinking the now flowing blood.  This is what sustains her, and it is the most horrifying thing you can imagine, because after she's done...that's when you become one of hers.  You become the walking dead, a white-faced, shambling horror, inextricably linked to her in undeath.  Forever. Or so they say. Get it?  Two-Holes Forest?  Two fangs...the neck... What did you think it meant? ... The forest was actually pretty nice.  I saw a few squirrels, and a fox.  The squirrels I could get pretty close to, but the fox darted as soon as I made a move.  Oh well.  My legs began aching again after a while, so I rested myself down on a fallen tree, taking in large, steady breaths. I'll never let a man touch me again.  Never.  I'll never touch him, or rub him, or suck him ever again.  And certainly, I'll never swallow his...his filth again.  Never again.  Never again. Never. The day before I left the village?yesterday?I went up to Mom.  I'd just come back from...servicing that man, and I needed to know.  She was sitting in her chair as always, and this time I stared directly into her dead, black eyes without turning away. "Mom, do you love me?" I asked.  I was surprised at how forcefully I said it. She blinked a few times and stared at me, a quaint confusion spread over her face.  It was as though herself?the part of her that had vanished when I got sick?was resurfacing after all these years, clawing its way free from the dirt and grime.  The cold, stoic figures of her face began to melt away, replaced by a warm, gentle smile. "No, my dear.  No.  In fact, you're everything that's wrong with my life.  You're my greatest mistake and my biggest regret." I make it a point not to be surprised by people, but...oh my god, Mom... That was all she said, and then her features began hardening, quickly freezing over until she was once again that cold statue with the two beady, black eyes that had haunted my life to that point. I walked into my room and shut the door.  I was shaken?no, I was beyond shaken.  I was...mortified.  My world was shattered. ... Logically, I think I'd always assumed Mom hated me.  But logic has no place in the heart of a fourteen-year-old girl.  She just wants her mother to hold her, to say, "No matter what happens, darling, no matter how much pain we go through, I want you to know that I love you." That's all. That's all I wanted, Mom. You ungrateful whore. You bitch! You cunt! You slut! You...you COWARD! Coward... Both you and Dad. ...and me, too. ... I left early in the morning, while Mom was sleeping.  Actually, I don't know she was sleeping; it's hard to tell.  But I didn't care.  I knew where I was going.  I'd had it planned for months.  But I'd always stopped myself from going.  After all, I couldn't just leave Mom here alone. Isn't it funny? She left me all alone, and hid inside herself.  She'd been doing exactly what I couldn't bring myself to do to her for years.  That's when I realized that my entire life has just been one big joke.  To whom?  Maybe God?  I don't know if he exists; I'd like to think he doesn't.  I'd like to, but this joke has to be for someone's benefit.  And if I have to have a pale, white face and a vibrant, red frown, then why shouldn't I be God's sad...little...clown? ISN'T IT FUNNY? I pushed myself back up and was on my way.  I wanted to reach the castle before dark.  Still, try as I might, the noises of the forest began to change.  At some point everything became silent except the soft patter of my footsteps on the dirt path.  I heard an owl hoot and knew that my time was getting short. I could see both the sun and the moon when I finally emerged from the sea of trees.  I could only glance at them for a moment before my view was completely dominated by the castle in front of me.  It's not that it was particularly large, but it had this...feeling.  This ominous wrath that descended into my heart and clutched it...squeezed it tightly.  My breathing became short and rapid, and I felt like I was going to faint.  I fell to my knees as the dizziness overtook me.  I grabbed my head with both hands, forcing myself to stop shaking. It's just a castle, Patch!  It's just a collection of stone and wood.  You're doing this to yourself.  You're doing this to yourself. I knelt there for several minutes, slowing my breaths until the world stopping spinning.  She wouldn't best me, not yet, not until I've done what I came here for.  With all the determination of a pissed off fourteen-year-old girl, I plowed through the dark presence.  After all, this was nothing compared to the despair Mom was able to inflict on me.  I guess she made me stronger. Isn't it f... ...nevermind. I made it to the giant wooden door.  It towered over me, and in an instant I realized that under no circumstances could I open it. Well...crap. I make a point not to be surprised by people, but I have no qualms about screaming when a giant door starts moving all on its own.  It creaked and groaned as though it hadn't been used in centuries.  Then I remembered who was supposed to be living in the castle. Oh. When it had completely opened, I could see deep into the main hall of the building.  It was mostly dark, though in the far back there shone a halo of light, illuminating a terrifying red throne.  Yes, I just said the throne itself was scary.  If you saw a portrait of it, it might seem serene.  It was unmistakably old, and the pillar of light brought to focus the hundreds of dust motes floating around lazily.  But still, it was horrifying.  She had sat in it.  I knew it. I stepped inside. The giant doors slammed shut behind me, crashing with a great roar before leaving me in unsettling silence and darkness.  All I could see was the throne. "It's been a very long time since someone came to visit me." From out of the darkness and into the halo of light, Lady Tepes walked, turning to sit on her crimson throne.  With a small wave of her hand, she motioned me forward.  My legs began moving, working autonomously from my brain.  Of course, this wasn't necessarily bad.  It gave me time to think, as the room was rather large. Be calm, Patch.  Just follow the plan.  If she wanted you dead, she wouldn't have opened the door for you.  At least, she doesn't want me dead yet. I could start making out her face.  She was...short. Man, sure would be nice to ask for guidance from someone.  Like, "Dad, watch over me."  I'm pretty sure, though, that, if the whole heaven and hell thing does exist, only the guys from heaven get to "watch over" anything.  Sorry, Dad.  No can do.  And Mom's only dead on the inside.  Oh, I got it! Dear guy who made me swallow his sperm, please guide my steps and voice.  After all, you never lied to me, I'll give you that, you piece of filth and grime and sweat and piss.  We had a very honest relationship.  I could always trust you to give me the amount we agreed upon, and you could always trust me to not leave a drop behind. ... Uh, amen. "Can I say something?" I said, just outside the ring of light. The Lady smiled.  "Go ahead." "Well," I said, taking a deep breath, "I'm going to guess that you like to monologue, but if I don't get to do my thing, I'm probably going to pass out, as I've been traveling all day, and my body is pretty shoddily manufactured." She frowned, not sure if I was insulting her.  "Alright," she said slowly. "Then, can I step into the light?" She made another small wave of her hand, allowing me forward.  I could tell she was excited, interested in what I had to say, but that she wanted to put on an indifferent face.  Perhaps as a show of power. "First," I said, stepping into the ring, "I'm going to show you why you shouldn't eat me.  I need you to see my eyes closely." "Vampires have excellent vision," she said, staring deep into my eyes for a moment.  I was surprised to find myself thinking of Mom.  "They're yellow...ish." "That's right," I said.  "My body is wracked with more diseases than you can count, but the one you'll be interested in is a little-known illness called anemia.  My blood doesn't carry oxygen well, to the point where I would hypothesize that it would taste absolutely dreadful to you." She mused for a moment.  "Alright.  What do you want?" This is it, Patch. "Can...no, no," I stammered, "Will...um...Do?  Do..." "Out with it!" the Lady growled. I squinted my eyes shut, clenched my fists, and put forth my entire soul and body. "Do you want to be friends?" I make it a point not to be surprised by people, but I love doing it to others.  Seeing the Lady's mouth agape for a moment, I knew I had won. "W...Huh?" she stammered dumbly.  "What?" "A year ago," I said, smiling, "I found out I could do this." I held out my hand, palm up, closed my eyes, and concentrated.  Just do this like you've done it a hundred times before, I told myself.  Like all the other times, when I opened my eyes, there was a small orb of fire dancing above my fingertips, no more than an inch wide.  I'd learned that the fire couldn't harm me long ago; I didn't need to fear my fingers getting burned. "A human with magic..." the Lady near whispered to herself, flicking her eyes from the small fire to me and back and forth.  Her fingers tapped little beats on the armrest, and she clicked her tongue a few times. She grinned.  "I get it."  It was the first time I'd seen her teeth, particularly the fangs.  They weren't quite as long as I'd imagined. "No one knows," she said.  "But you know they'll find out eventually, and then, one of two things happen.  One, you die?probably burned at the stake.  Or two...you kill everyone.  Neither of these choices tickle your fancy, so you decided to come to me, leaving your old life behind.  Am I wrong?" "Just what I would expect from the great Lady Tepes," I said, returning the upper hand. "Oh Christ," she grunted.  "Look, I'm only telling you this because, one way or another, you're not leaving tonight.  The name is Remilia Scarlet.  Like the chair."  She knocked twice on the armrest. I flicked my eyes from the chair to her and back and forth.  I tapped muffled little beats on my hip. I grinned.  "I get it.  You're a low class vampire, looking to gain some infamy, so you moved into a preexisting vampire's castle and latched onto his fame, using his name to your advantage.  You kept your appearance hidden, so perhaps you were planning on 'killing' Lady Tepes and replacing her with Remilia Scarlet, the even more powerful, even more fearsome vampire.  Am I wrong?" She frowned.  "What exactly do you want?" "Knowledge," I said immediately, almost shouting.  "From your head, from your books.  All of it.  I want to learn how to use magic properly.  I'd rather kill everyone than burn at the stake.  And...it would be nice to talk to someone.  That's what I'm offering you." She raised an eyebrow.  "Seems like you get much more out of this deal than I." I knelt and bowed my head, extinguishing the flame finally.  "I have far less." She got up and began walking over to me, slowly, elegantly.  "What's your name?" "Patchouli..."  My breath caught in my throat as I stopped myself. "Hmm?" Remilia said, now looking down on my kneeling frame. "I...I would much rather never use that family name again," I said. "Then what?" I looked up at her face.  It was only at that distance that I began to understand exactly what I was dealing with.  From only a few feet away, I could see her features clearly.  She was short, and her fangs weren't very impressive, but...oh god.  From close up, she was the devil herself.  Evil emanated from her in waves of sludge that washed over my body and senses.  I began to feel dizzy again. I understood.  The feeling around the castle wasn't the building; it had always been her.  She had turned it off to talk to me, but now she was blasting me full force again, enforcing her position as fear itself.  She would not be mocked; she would not be trifled with; should would not lose.  Ever. "When I have enough power to raze the village that killed my innocence with a single attack, then...please call me Patchouli Knowledge." Isn't it funny?

Esifex: Patchouli was originally at the top of my list of favorite Touhous, but this is a very interesting take on her backstory. The Scarlet Sisters bit was interesting, too.

Alfred F. Jones: --- Quote from: Hawk on March 18, 2010, 09:09:35 AM ---There is very minor sexual content in the things to come. If it's a problem, I'll remove it immediately, but I stress that it's extremely limited in nature.  Be warned, though. --- End quote --- The sexual content in question wasn't the focus of your latest update-- but even then, if you write any more content like this, then we shall have to put an NSFW tag in the title. PSL's policies towards sex scenes are relatively liberal, so there's no outright banning just for having a few descriptions like that in your fic. :P But again, if you write any more like this, then please edit your OP to say [NSFW] in the thread title. (I wouldn't worry about it myself; if the other fanworks marked NSFW are any indication, then your story will quickly have more views, not less. :V) /moderator I've always had a fondness for backstory fics-- and this one is pretty interesting, too. Holy wow, Patchurry's pretty bitter. And she has a spine of tungsten steel to just walk into that castle and say "Do you want to be friends?" Well, not like she had much to lose... this is awesome, sir, well done.

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