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She followed me home and then we got married

>>35089668
Wrong

would you mind giving directions to a weird lady who got lost at night?

>>21948757
I do like that mindset

If you could be in Gensokyo...

a) as yourself
b) posses a body of some

what would you do, disregarding the sexual stuff?

what youkai power you would like to possess in real life?

a) I would want to travel the Gensokyo, study magic and stuff like that, if the chance would be possible, to talk with some 2hu, but as I imagine it could be dangerous. And in the later stage, I would like to have a small restaurant/workshop to provide some services in the peaceful land.

b) I would like to be Yukari because I could travel the human world as well the Gensokyo, also visiting other youkai and humans. Generally enjoying my endless life.

the best youkai power I think of is time manipulation and the power of creating gaps... Yuukas powers could be interesting, but less useful.

What type of youkai is Yukari?

you walking alone at night and you see this, what you do?

>>19368262
Like this?

>>19274151

>>18993222
The Woman in Violet?

>>18716420

Dedicate your post to yukari and get dubs

If you succeed she'll abduct you to Gensokyo where you are reborn as a cute toho and experience all kinds of fun adventures with your friend

>>18542879
It is four thirty in the morning, and I've just woken up in the shower, laying in the tub with a fierce stream of hot water gone cold with time running frigid down my face. I have no idea how long I've been asleep. It doesn't really matter.
Rising, I grab a towel from the pile on the floor, wrapping it around my body with an odd sense of gratitude, and move down the short hallway to my tiny bedroom. Looking around the clothes strewn about the floor, I find a T-shirt and pants I like (or maybe just choose them at random, I'm not really sure anymore…) and shrug them on, tug, zip, button, adjust for comfort. Ha, comfort. Ignoring the insistent tapping from the other side of the cardboard and duct-tape covered window (where my gaze lingers for a moment, but only a moment. I think.) I head into the kitchen for breakfast (soggy cereal with milk grown slightly warm from the broken refrigerator) and a demotivated perusal of the help wanted section of last weeks old newspaper. I used to get the newspaper every morning, searching diligently for a job, a task, anything to get me moving forward and upward, out of this shitty fourteenth floor loft in a slumhouse on the south side of a city that hasn't been worth living in by all accounts since the seventies, but it doesn't really feel worth it anymore. With a sigh, I dump the remaining cereal and set the bowl on the stack of unwashed dishes in the sink. I need to get out of here.

Back down the hall and into my room to grab a jacket (it's freezing in here), and my eyes lock on that sheet of cardboard taped over the window. From behind it, softly, tap, tap, tap. She's still out there. She always is, as soon as it gets dark, until the sun rises, knocking gently on the window, fourteen stories up, hair blowing in the night time breeze, beckoning me to open the window, to let her in. I can change your life, she seems to say, if you'll let me. Shuddering, I look away.

Nate (God I miss that kid) used to tell me that I was depressed, that I was seeing things, that I should get help. Used to, till one day she came knocking on his window too. He called me then, breathless, apologizing for not believing me. He sounded strange on the phone… eager. I never heard from him again. I wonder if he's better off.

When I first came here, it felt like life was amazing, like the world was one big opportunity stretching itself wide in front of me and just waiting for me to take that first step. I'd chosen this apartment, with its window view of the entire, sprawling, electric starscape of the city lit up at night like God's own fallen Christmas tree, just so I could look out and revel in that feeling, in that high. That feeling got me through the first few months.

Gradually, though, the joy faded, and I was left with so many needs, and so many troubles, and never enough money, and so much time to think about it all, and I slipped into the bleak depression I've been in up till now. Then one day, she came.

Back then, I'd been able to sleep at night, every night, regularly, instead of falling into fitful patches of restless slumber at disjointed times, and I'd been asleep when she first showed up. I was awoken by a soft, almost polite knocking, so soft that at first I got up and went to the door, looking out into the silent hallway. When I went to return to bed, I saw her. Standing on nothing, fourteen floors up, her dress blowing in the wind, one hand knocking on the glass like a door, the other waving as I saw her, beckoning, a friendly gesture. I've read stories in my lifetime of creatures and spirits that knock on windows at night, of vampires who can only enter a home if the owner answers the door. I knew (or thought I knew) the risks. I went out into the living room and tossed and turned on the couch, hoping she'd be gone by morning.

And she was, but she was back the next night, and the night after that, and the night after that, knocking, calling silently to me, promising wordlessly that she could change my life, make it better. Eventually, I covered the window, trying to ignore her, hoping normalcy would return, but no. It never did. It never will.

So here I am, looking down, looking away, looking anywhere but at that window, shaking with desperate desire to look out, to open it, to let her in, and knowing with every fiber of my being how desperately wrong it would be. I've held out this long, but as I sink deeper into myself, I know that soon, soon, I'll walk to that window, and with shaking hands I'll tear dow

>>18365348
>>18377263
Are you sure you want that to happen?
Enjoy being youkai food

>>18344097
Prepare to get eaten

>>18222481
Stop lewding the youkai sage!

>>18182869

>see this
>what do?

Keep in mind that she can force you down and rape you at any moment she wants to

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WkU7sa4Buvc
my jam!

>>16547067
Well this is pretty much awesome. I think that if this thread dies or reach bump limit i'll just create another thread for you.