(New Thread)
  • First time posting? Check out our site rules and FAQ.
  • Supported file types are: GIF, JPG, PNG, WEBM, WEBP.
  • Maximum file size allowed is 4096 KB.
  • Images greater than 200x200 pixels will be thumbnailed.
  • View catalog
Show or hide post box

Thread 68451 hidden.  Show Thread
 [Reply]
Watch Thread
Hide Thread
Toggle Omitted Posts
Expand All Images
Image Source
Delete Image
Delete Post
Report Post
File 16411747541.jpg - (240.52KB, 1200x1200, I see this.jpg)
I see this
>You awake in a small dark space, and feel a stabbing pain in your chest.
>Would you like instructions?
>Y/N

Edit: Updates will be fast when I'm actively in the thread. Every 10 or so minutes fast. Check back a few times after posting.
 [View thread]
Delete Post
Report Post
>Let's get moving, now.Can't journey without walking, eh?
Delete Post
Report Post
>Continue walking until it hurts too much
>Force to reconcile that the way you are walk to is the wrong way.
>Rattle your bones to the mysterious forces hindering your way
>Swear revenge before going the opposite way
Delete Post
Report Post
>can we finally follow that damn path yet?
>also it's spelled majestic, not megestic idiot

Thread 68424 hidden.  Show Thread
 [Reply]
Watch Thread
Hide Thread
Toggle Omitted Posts
Expand All Images
Image Source
Delete Image
Delete Post
Report Post
File 164055876827.jpg - (338.76KB, 889x1243, Yeah its that kind of story.jpg)
Yeah its that kind of story
Episodic Adventure, lots of butchered English. Updates come at a ratio of 1 to 3 days. Not expected to be more than some short fun, in total x episodes have been prewritten. This is the tutorial.


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






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

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

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

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


Hey, son! Bet you's didn’t see me there. Wanna know why? Cause Aye’m Maxsy Hunter! Professional Yoo-kay Hunter and extra-supper at it. Right now Aye’m hunting one of em Sparrow type of missies.
Message too long. Click here to view the full text.
 [View thread]
Delete Post
Report Post
Update comes tmrw for realsies.

Hang on tight til then and remember yous a wonderful creature and thanks for reading.
Image Source
Delete Image
Delete Post
Report Post
File 164210683199.png - (748.88KB, 797x542, optional targets.png)
optional targets
Aye, it moved allright. Dem wind is strong round here golly"

The hunter picks up the bag, and puts it back at it's proper spot. Unknowingly resetting the entire progress of the triple trouble rousers as a side effect.

Then she goes back to her talk, only for the bag to slowly start moving again.

Surely a third time's the charm, except not as the hunter notices the bag again.


"Okay yous know wut?" And goes ahead and sits on the blasted bag "There, now dem wind can't possibly take it from Aye!" afterwards she lets out a laugh, cause she's having fun even now.

That'd make her the only one though. Three little girls with bug wings appear behind her, the pouts on their faces clearly show their frustration at failing to acquire the sweet, succulent sugary delights.

*A voice over interrupts the scene, pausing it on the image of the three girls:

These girls are no ordinary girls by the way, nay these are known as barbies or fairy if you want to be specific, I'm sure you're familiar with the folklore behind those and so far that's pretty accurate.
If you're not then let me make it short: Fairies are embodiments of nature itself. This nature can be anything from leaves, water and even something abstract such as pretty starlight or what have you.

Course, there's more to that but honestly would you not rather see a barbie closer and then talk about it? Yeah, one should first be caught before we can continue that so keep your eyes ready.

So deep is their frustration, that the blond one has forgotten to keep up their invisibility. Though that is a big mistake to make, fairies need not learn from them cause their lives are eternal anyway.

But they do not suffer their loss for long, for soon they debate amongst themselves. Loudly even yet no sound comes out of their mouths, lucky for you viewer we can translate the language of lips.

*An extremely bad fandub appears over them for the viewer to enjoy, as in what should be the voices of three young girls is instead dubbed by an older man with
Message too long. Click here to view the full text.
Delete Post
Report Post
Just gonna roll a dice tommorow if there's no vote this sunday.

Not my proudest update in hindsight.

Thread 68377 hidden.  Show Thread
 [Reply]
Watch Thread
Hide Thread
Toggle Omitted Posts
Expand All Images
Image Source
Delete Image
Delete Post
Report Post
File 163237670043.jpg - (1.08MB, 1066x1895, Matriarchs of Night and Day.jpg)
Matriarchs of Night and Day
♫: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qiK7nqraLAo
[祭炎 - 東方PARTYBOX02 (GET IN THE RING)]
Lyrics: https://en.touhouwiki.net/wiki/Lyrics:_%E7%A5%AD%E7%82%8E
Music Collection: https://mega.nz/#F!1BdBzIKZ!bhLzijfM3iyphpueDOKf0g

The sky is changing.

Note: Don't be afraid of letting me know what you think. I like compliments, I like criticisms.

Histories of Yatsugatake, a Suika backstory short: >>>/shorts/2180
THREAD 1 >>65260 THREAD 2 >>65548 THREAD 3 >>65922
THREAD 4 >>66462 THREAD 5 >>66845 THREAD 6 >>67429
THREAD 7 >>67966
 [View thread]
Delete Post
Report Post
[] Seduce Kaguya.
[X] Go speak to Eirin.
Delete Post
Report Post
[X] Go speak to Mokou.

COUSIN MOKOU
Delete Post
Report Post
[X] Go speak to Eirin.

Slightly more interested to hear what the isolated lunarians have to say for themselves.

Thread 68326 hidden.  Show Thread
 [Reply]
Watch Thread
Hide Thread
Toggle Omitted Posts
Expand All Images
Image Source
Delete Image
Delete Post
Report Post
File 163106532460.jpg - (1.80MB, 2719x4021, YeahBitchIWokeUpLikeThis.jpg)
YeahBitchIWokeUpLikeThis
Your name is Reimu Fuck-Mothering Hakurei the 16th, and there's an incident going on. You can tell because the author is a hack, who probably can't even make this shitty trope work, much less anything with actual characterisation, or depth. That however, is besides the point, because as was previously mentioned: Incident. Your job is resolving those probably. That still leaves the ever so pressing question however of where to start.
Deliberating on the issue, you stare into the sunrise like a badass before deciding to:

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

Thread 68352 hidden.  Show Thread
 [Reply]
Watch Thread
Hide Thread
Toggle Omitted Posts
Expand All Images
Image Source
Delete Image
Delete Post
Report Post
File 163121708913.jpg - (92.14KB, 634x422, Sky_by thestarwish.jpg)
Sky_by thestarwish
It was a fortunate time after all...

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

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

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

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

At last she had denied the consecrated grounds and their sorry people sustenance. The sunlight had not touched their skin, skies smothered by a thick bloated blanket. In a show of spite restraint no showers yet had graced their
Message too long. Click here to view the full text.
 [View thread]
Delete Post
Report Post
[X] That at the icy nails clawing the newborn had been roused awake.

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

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

Posted on Cirno day, eh?

Thread 67966 hidden.  Show Thread
 [Reply]
Watch Thread
Hide Thread
Toggle Omitted Posts
Expand All Images
Image Source
Delete Image
Delete Post
Report Post
File 157837514861.webm - (3.53MB, 1616x908, yue ni odoru.webm)
yue ni odoru
♫: https://youtu.be/0rVqj8PGTXA
[オメガリズム - Omega Rhythm (UPLIFT SPICE)]
Lyrics: https://releska.com/2015/11/23/omega-rhythm/
Music Collection: https://mega.nz/#F!1BdBzIKZ!bhLzijfM3iyphpueDOKf0g

A tale of fools and lovers.

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


Histories of Yatsugatake, a Suika backstory short: >>>/shorts/2180
THREAD 1 >>65260 THREAD 2 >>65548
THREAD 3 >>65922 THREAD 4 >>66462
THREAD 5 >>66845 THREAD 6 >>67429
 [View thread]
Delete Post
Report Post
[x] Attempt to help Sakuya by assisting with temporal magic.
Delete Post
Report Post
oh right, bump limit

gimme a while for that
Image Source
Delete Image
Delete Post
Report Post
File 16323768601.jpg - (906.40KB, 2000x1500, where true light shines.jpg)
where true light shines
THREAD 8 >>68377

The next update will still be a while, gomen gomen
image source: https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/74178153

Thread 68262 hidden.  Show Thread
 [Reply]
Watch Thread
Hide Thread
Toggle Omitted Posts
Expand All Images
Image Source
Delete Image
Delete Post
Report Post
File 161549137823.jpg - (848.51KB, 1345x1000, __yakumo_yukari_yakumo_ran_and_chen_touhou_drawn_b.jpg)
__yakumo_yukari_yakumo_ran_and_chen_touhou_drawn_b
Picture: The idiot
Or more accurately, the Fool. 5 feet tall. Covered in a long overcoat to protect himself from winter showers and cold winds. Posture, slightly hunched over and furtive, as if he was trying to hide from something. Dark hair. Dark eyes. British-Italian ancestry. A forgettable face in the crowd. Eyes often glued to a book, out to nowhere, or onto his phone. Oliver Smith, born in around 1960, somewhere that didn’t matter, and to two working class parents.
A shy and furtive boy, he made few friends in school, often bullied by children with their native cruelty and lack of care. Joining a local university in 1980 managing to keep himself from being expelled after an unfortunate incidence involving a woman, several packets of pre-cooked pasta, a jar of peanut butter, a large stuffed bear, and the University’s residential plaque of its founder. Graduating in 1985 with a Bachelors in Business and Management, he joined the British civil service.
At first, he was hopeful for a change in his life; childhood was a bust, university was a failure, perhaps this would be the time when his fortunes changed, and he could gain the popularity and friendship he so wanted?
His hopes were dashed. His grades and achievements were low to begin with, and his shyness and inability to be prosocial crippled him. Slowly, his acquaintances and what tentative friendships he could make left him behind, either transferring to another department or promoted away. His inability to read the mood and properly gauge the exchange of favors and ideas meant that he lost out in office politics. His mediocre skills did him no favors, leaving him as the man in the background when others had time to shine. Attempts to fit in failed in awkward silences or anxiety, further driving him into isolation. He threw himself into other forms of entertainment. Books. Late night movies. Tv shows. Daydreams where he was the hero, with all he ever wanted. Fantasies. Tentative attempts to write down his own day dreams, hopes of being an author. And ignoring that his life had struck a rut, and younger coworkers were rapidly being promoted beyond him. His coworkers now viewed him as ‘that old man that’s always there’.
Hi
Message too long. Click here to view the full text.
 [View thread]
Delete Post
Report Post
apparently the first one had some errors and he couldn't figure out how to delete/edit in time.
Delete Post
Report Post
Soooo is this not a cyoa or are we gonna get votes soon

seems like, half done or something
Delete Post
Report Post
did it died

Thread 61062 hidden.  Show Thread
 [Reply]
Watch Thread
Hide Thread
Toggle Omitted Posts
Expand All Images
Image Source
Delete Image
Delete Post
Report Post
File 14358326733.jpg - (54.32KB, 500x279, 500px-WG-FN-FAL-5061A.jpg)
500px-WG-FN-FAL-5061A
Main story threads: >>>/border/28011 >>>/border/28877 >>>/border/29707

Previous side story entries: >>>/border/29391 >>>/border/29511 >>>/border/29748
============================


Camp Fijr Dhwa
2330 Hours, 280620XX


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

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

Right now however, y
Message too long. Click here to view the full text.
 [View thread]
Image Source
Delete Image
Delete Post
Report Post
File 161864340039.jpg - (246.77KB, 507x700, __hinanawi_tenshi_touhou_drawn_by_kottsu__c3ebbbeb.jpg)
__hinanawi_tenshi_touhou_drawn_by_kottsu__c3ebbbeb
[Coin Flip] Smell the black tar of the audience in the air, and commence a predatory performance.

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

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

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

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

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

Casual spite, not nearly enough to be true hatred.

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

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

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

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

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

Bingo.

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

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

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

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

Thread 68116 hidden.  Show Thread
 [Reply]
Watch Thread
Hide Thread
Toggle Omitted Posts
Expand All Images
Image Source
Delete Image
Delete Post
Report Post
File 159298754531.jpg - (474.27KB, 1280x852, town-2430571_1280.jpg)
town-2430571_1280
Pichun~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It's a school day tomorrow.

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

Before taking a seat though, you pause and reach
Message too long. Click here to view the full text.
 [View thread]
Delete Post
Report Post
[X] "How are you taking this so well?"
Delete Post
Report Post
[X] "How did you know who I am?"
Delete Post
Report Post
Kosuzu.

oh wait shit wrong thread uhhhhhh

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

Thread 64513 hidden.  Show Thread
 [Reply]
Watch Thread
Hide Thread
Toggle Omitted Posts
Expand All Images
Image Source
Delete Image
Delete Post
Report Post
File 148773956911.jpg - (347.46KB, 593x800, she's enough.jpg)
she's enough
Previous thread: >>63805
_________________________

“Let me see your hand for a second.”

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m not.”

“Then?”

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

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

“Miji?”

“Hmm?”

“We should go.”

“Yeah. We should.”

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

She squeezes your hand, does a little bashful smile, and all of a sudden, you’re about half a measure from kissing the dumb girl. But you restrain yourself. Just barely, but you do.
Message too long. Click here to view the full text.
 [View thread]
Image Source
Delete Image
Delete Post
Report Post
File 160885260241.jpg - (152.50KB, 850x897, __inubashiri_momiji_touhou_drawn_by_kame_kamepan44.jpg)
__inubashiri_momiji_touhou_drawn_by_kame_kamepan44
It’s a free phone, minus the fine print hidden away behind a contract, so you might as well try and weasel your way into one.

“I do,” you say. “A legal partner, and we’re sharing households.”

It’s a lie through your damn teeth, but that was the closest label you can find for Momiji, minus her being your wife. But she doesn’t exactly have any paperwork tied to her name and face, so that’s the best you can fib out.

“Got any proof?”

“I don’t exactly keep our files on us.” You sigh, pulling out your phone. “I can at least show a photo of her. Is that good enough?”

Of course, that means exactly nothing, but you’re not exactly in a place where they’d waste their time—or yours—to verify squat.

“Not really,” the man says, shaking his head. But he draws a weary eye over to the back office and frowns. “But I don’t get paid enough to double check. Let me see, and we’ll both be on our way.”

You scroll over to your phone’s gallery. The only good one you can find—if you can even call it good—is a drunken photo taken by Miji herself. It’s very unflattering: She has a dopey grin on her face while you’re busy being a corpse on the floor. You crop her wolf ears out and present the evidence to your unenthused audience.

“It’s the only one I have of her.” For some reason, you have to blab out an excuse for her. “She’s, um, very camera-shy when sober, you see, and doesn’t like other people taking her picture. You know how it is.”

“Yeah, I totally get it,” says the guy, who doesn’t understand at all. But at least he’s nice enough to humor you and move on.

It’s cheap enough to get Momiji under your existing contract. You don’t have to deal with additional paperwork, and all that you have to account for every month is the extra fee for phone service.

“Is that everything you need?” James asks, ready to get this over with.

That makes the two of you.

“Yeah. Thanks. Have a nice day,” you say, exchanging your final courtesy to the man.

“You too,” he says, slouching over at the counter, probably ready to ge
Message too long. Click here to view the full text.
Delete Post
Report Post
Sorry for dying and staying dead, but have a merry Christmas. Lest I get hit by a meteor, I'll continue updating throughout next year, too. I won't promise anything too fast because I'm juggling several stories at once but know that I'm still here.
Delete Post
Report Post
It's a Christmas miracle! Hang in there, molar.

Board Pages

- Took 0.06s -
Thread Watcher x
Reply toX