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3.10 - An Encounter of the Patrolling Kind
“Today is cleaning day, remember?” She said simply. Her tone was still very slightly playful, so I got the sense that she had just played a small joke on me and intentionally left implied innuendo in her previous statement. I didn’t care, she’d filled me with energy and I was ready to tackle the day.
“Yep! Ready to start whenever you are, love~!” I said, sitting straight. She stood tall and stretched her arms over her head for a moment, then lowered them with a relaxed swing.
“Right now is as good a time as any!” she said, also getting fired up with a huge grin and a flex of her arms. In the process, she nearly fell out of her pyjamas, but she caught the hem as it was falling from her shoulder and quickly put it back in place just in the nick of time before she accidentally flashed me. “W-well, after I get dressed.” she appended with a blush and a concerned st
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3.9 - An Encounter of the Patrolling Kind
“Kit.” Aya addressed, her tone and expression still serious.
“Yes?” I replied, giving her my attention. Momiji and I had been fiddling with our hands, but we stopped when Aya spoke.
“I told you yesterday that I would turn a blind eye to matters if you assured me an interview, but before I resume the interview itself, I need to make sure of several things.” she said.
“Okay, and those things would be?” I asked.
“You already know that your relationship with Momiji will be an uphill battle for both of you, which saves me a long lecture, but for posterity’s sake…” she paused, then sighed as if she didn’t really feel like going through with the rest of the conversation, but she resumed nonetheless. “You are courting one of Lord Tenma’s patrol guard, and perhaps one of the most fiercely loyal and hardworking of h
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3.8 - An Encounter of the Patrolling Kind
= = Dawn of the Second Day = =
The first thing I woke up to in the morning was the sensation of something soft and fluffy twitching under my nose every time I breathed. The next thing was the sound of Momiji giving a quiet giggle as she stirred upon my chest. She held me warmly, and felt like she was content. She must have been awake, because she wasn’t snoring, and I could hear the light flap of her tail against the futon. The comforter had been kicked aside sometime during the night because of the heat our bodies produced. I felt her adjust slightly, and then the dull glow of the lantern flickered into effect, restoring sight to my human eyes and showing me the beautiful woman that was getting herself comfortable upon me once again after lighting the lantern. Her hair, furred bits, and clothes were a right mess, and I couldn't help but feel enamoured at the sight of her.
“Good morning, lovely~”
I said softly
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I'm not very good at introducing myself, so I'll keep it short and simple.

I am a sketch artist - I used to do colour and lineart, but I lost interest in those areas. Doesn't help that I'm colour impaired. This is why you will probably only see digital sketches in my gallery, as far as art is concerned.

Blue lines are my "initial sketch". Green fill is my "filter layer" for helping me to refine areas. Red lines are my "refined sketch". You may see any combination of these things in any one submission, and because I almost never finish things, what you see submitted here might never get updated with newer, "more complete" versions. Or maybe they might be updated. Dunno.

I draw a lot of Touhou and Touhou OC stuff, but I also have a lot of original stuff. Please check out my gallery, there are a few gems in the older stuff.

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I am an avid writer and active chatter. I like to write stories, I have recently been working on a dream journal of sorts, and I do a lot of roleplay - both tabletop and text. I have uploaded some literature to my gallery, but I know folks don't usually come here to read, so I don't expect folks to be interested in that.

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I occasionally make music - generally in the form of remixes or arranges, with rare instances of original work. Most of the music I produce is unavailable for public download, and I usually only make it for the purpose of setting a tone in roleplay. To gives such things a listen, visit both my BandCamp and my SoundCloud. There are a few different things on either of them, and I really should be moving it all over to BandCamp.

soundcloud.com/kitaen-silva
kitaensilva.bandcamp.com/

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If you would like to chat or roleplay with me and others, I would like to invite you to join me in my Discord server, "Weavers' Aggregate NeoAuditorium", or WAN. It is a sort of all-purpose server, though has a lot of emphasis on creative arts, writing, roleplay, gaming, helpful resources, Touhou, among other forms of discussion.

discord.gg/htK8Fnd

If you join, you will only have access to the landing channel and read-only access to the "rules and info" channel, so please say something when you arrive and folks will usually welcome you and chat until I can confirm that you're not a bot and someone that I can give membership to.

= = = STAMPS = = =

Momiji Inubashiri stamp by Zerebos
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RL-Kit Reference Sheet
It was easier to slap a photo and some google images on it than to attempt drawing further specifics, considering my tablet is broken now.

I will eventually draw and add more to this image once I have a new tablet. Until then, additions and edits will be appended to the description, here.

=== Colourscheme ===



I am colourblind, and unable to really provide an in-image palette, so here's a text version instead.
I refer to www.december.com/html/spec/col… for my colour aid, and will provide some possible hex values for example - you don't have to use the provided hex values, they are only to give you an approximate idea of colour for basing your own colour decisions on. There are three possible hex values included, and they do not account for shading/highlighting because I cannot provide information for such subtleties - use your own judgement there.

This colour set is for the overall theming of the character's design and wardrobe choice.

Primary: Alice Blue (#F0F8FF), Snow (#FFFAFA), Metallic Mint (#37FDFC) -- [any "white"]
Secondary: Safe Hex Red (#FF0000), Deep Cadmium Red (#E3170D), Gummi Red (#FC1501) -- [any "bright red"]
Tertiary: Midnight Blue (#000033), Dark Cherry (#330000), Grey 10 / Charcoal (#1A1A1A) -- [any "black"]
Quaternary: Dark Slate (#2F4F4F), Fenway Monster (#4A777A), Blue Dog (#525C65) -- [any "dark grey"]
Quinary: Gainsboro (#DCDCDC), Verilight (#CDCDCD), Sigilight (#AAAAAA) -- [any "silver"]
Senary: Deep Dodger (#104E8B), Blue Spider (#26466D), Blue Angels (#2B4F81) -- [any "indigo"]

Tertiary and Quaternary colours are interchangeable - please select one or the other, rather than both.
Quinary colour is specifically for any unpainted metal in the wardrobe.
Senary colour's only current application is for the arms of the glasses.

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Eyes: grey-blue ((Specific hex value is applicable here... try to apply "Copper Patina, #73B1B7" as the base for the eyes.))
Hair: long, white, ponytail secured with red laquered chopsticks and ribbon
Skin: "very pale" European flavour
Scarf: red, or red AND white
Jacket: white w/ red Acer Palmatum leaves, circle crest with "椛" kanji above a red leaf
Shirt: red, plain - graphic tees adhere to overall wardrobe colour theming
Pants: black or dark grey
Hat: white, with red for inner ears
Boots: black/silver
Belt: white/silver
Glasses: TOHO Megane, Alice Margatroid model, antique brushed silver ((Google 'em if you need more reference))
Mask: white w/ red, black detail

=== Basic Information ===



Height: 6'2" / 188cm
Build: lean/fit, but non-athletic
Personality: INTJ - Introverted, Intuitive, Thinking, Judging; "The Mastermind"/"The Architect"
Age: a mystery - assume "middle-aged".
Posture: Seemingly lazy or tired, yet somehow sturdy and confident. Could definitely not be called healthy posture.
Movement: Very low-energy, but thoroughly calculated. Uncanny balance with low effort.
Mindset: Mechanically logical - cold and efficient, slow to adapt or change - interposed by occasional deviations of spontaneity.
 

Likes: ((I'll get to this sooner or later. If this is has not been done by the time you're receiving this as a reference for a request or commission, please ask.))

Dislikes: ((see likes section))

Favourite...
- Colour: Cerise (#DA3287)

Visible scars: One vertical scar through left brow, with suture scarring to either side of it - acquired after a fight with father. One very broad, diagonal scar on left inner wrist, directly aligned with thumb when hand is in relaxed, upturned position - acquired in carpentry accident, while using a bark peeler.

((More information to be added as needed.))

=== Conditional Information ===



...if armored: armor is very sci-fi stylized, maintains colour scheme, ((I haven't designed this yet, and will do so as soon as I can.))

...if armed for melee: rapiers (with main gauche), sabers, and improvised weapons (specifically; wrench, shovel, mining pick, smithing hammer)

...if armed for range: Model 513 Raging Judge Magnum ; Tanegashima Matchlock ; Lahti L-39

=== Descriptive Aids ===



((I will fill this out later with prompt phrases or words to help outline the character's tendencies, behaviours, or personality using examples.))

Individual words...

Indomitable |

=== Fandom-specific Information ===



((Again, I will get to this sooner or later.))

=== Applicable Quotes ===



This section will contain sayings or phrases used frequently and/or at key moments, and is meant to serve as an additional glimpse into the character's personality and rationale.

Work smarter, not harder. Minimalize waste, aim for efficiency. Follow your dreams, but keep dreaming.

=== Character Similarities ===



This section will provide reference in the form of characters from other franchises and stories that bear some form of similarity to the subject character - Kit - and explanations of said similarities.

=== Featured In... ===



Other art that I or others have drawn which features the subject character in some way. Art from other persons will have the necessary credit appended.
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“Today is cleaning day, remember?” She said simply. Her tone was still very slightly playful, so I got the sense that she had just played a small joke on me and intentionally left implied innuendo in her previous statement. I didn’t care, she’d filled me with energy and I was ready to tackle the day.

“Yep! Ready to start whenever you are, love~!” I said, sitting straight. She stood tall and stretched her arms over her head for a moment, then lowered them with a relaxed swing.

“Right now is as good a time as any!” she said, also getting fired up with a huge grin and a flex of her arms. In the process, she nearly fell out of her pyjamas, but she caught the hem as it was falling from her shoulder and quickly put it back in place just in the nick of time before she accidentally flashed me. “W-well, after I get dressed.” she appended with a blush and a concerned stare. I laughed, and she adjusted her robe and re-tied her obi to keep it from happening again.

“Well of course, heh.” I said, then felt my expression change as I realized something. “Hey wait a sec… do you have any spare clothes or something of the like that I could wear for different occasions like bed and working around the house? I can’t make it a habit to go about life here with only one set of clothes… what am I going to wear when this outfit needs washed?”

“Eh? Kit, you’re gigantic compared to me! Do I look like I’ll have any spare clothes for you to wear?? I may just have to loan you a blanket to wrap up in when your clothes need washed--”
She said, then stopped, dumbstruck. “Ah! Wait! I have your kimono!” she exclaimed suddenly.

“My kimono?”
I asked, confused. I had completely forgotten and didn’t know what she was talking about.

“The grey one you had been wearing when Aya… um…” she said, but seemed unable to actually bring herself to finish her sentence.

“Ah! You kept that??”

“Yes - I’m not really sure why, but it was all that was left, and it looked new, so I felt it was a shame to just leave it there. But… it’s way too big to fit anyone I know, so it’s just been shoved to the side around here somewhere.” She said, and looked around the room as if trying to find it. Her hand raised to rub at her cheek. I stretched a bit and finally stood from the floor again, straightening my clothes as I spoke.

“Well, it was new - I had just gotten it made so I could come up here to meet you that day, and was wearing it for the first time. If you still have it, then problem solved I suppose~! I’m glad you held onto it, because now I have something to wear.” I said and looked back up to catch her staring at me oddly, her cheeks having turned rather pink. “Are you alright?” I asked, and she twitched.

“Y-yes! I’m fine!” she said rather loudly, which caught me by surprise. She shook her head. “Just… a little embarrassed, that’s all. You had it made to come see me, and I… er… things turned out the way they did, you know… I wish I had known then. I would have received you much differently and tried to keep Aya from uh… you know.” She said, much quieter, turning red as she spoke.

“Momiji, it’s okay. If things hadn’t turned out that way, we probably wouldn’t be where we are now. I was having trouble with a bad case of mental lockdown back then anyway - I was over-prepared for meeting you and just kinda… shut down.” I admitted. She walked over to me and reached up to start straightening my hair around with a happy smile peeking through her thick blush. “Yesterday morning, I didn’t have any time to mentally prepare, which didn’t give me any time to develop inhibitions, so I’ve been able to talk with you comfortably ever since. I guess I just needed a little tiny push or something.”

“Silly man, did you really look forward to meeting me that much?” She asked. I simply nodded then kept still while she fiddled with my hair. She sighed, but smiled. “Well, here I am, so now what are you going to do?”

“Love you, of course~!” I said plainly, resting my forearms upon her shoulders. She looked gobsmacked for a moment, but turned red and seemed to fold her presence into mine on some unseen metaphysical layer, as if exposing herself to me as one does when they’re pursuing comfort. “I don’t know that I’ll be able to do much, but I want to be someone you can count on. If you want to guard the mountain, I want to help. If you want to start a farm, I want to help. If you want to conquer the world, I want to help. It would be nice if I can earn the mutual form of that where you would like to help me with things that I would like to do, but for now, I’m not worried about that. I’m just excited to be here with you now and don’t care about much else.” I said. She stopped fussing with my hair as I spoke, then suddenly her expression shifted and she tilted her head downward and promptly bashed her forehead against my chest with enough force to shove the wind out of me, then held onto me tightly like I were her only flotation device in a stormy sea. I coughed and tried to catch my breath, but embraced her as strongly as I dared. She stayed quiet for a couple moments, then spoke timidly.

“Am I really that special to you..?” she asked into my shirt, so quiet I could barely hear her.

“Yes.”
I said. It was all I spoke, as it was all that I felt needed to be said, but there was more of what I intended to communicate, and I did so with my arms, holding her tight to me to tell her that I would give myself entirely to her. She stayed still for a very long time, and finally opened up to me again.

“All of my life, I’ve worked hard toward a life of servitude to Lord Tenma. There was a rare occasion where I wished for some amount of acknowledgement or recognition for things I had done or might do in the future - I would catch myself with a selfish desire to be shown personal gratitude and appreciation, and have to remind myself that it wasn’t something befitting the life I had pursued.” She said, her tone slowly becoming a forced calm and collected as she tried to become relaxed in my arms. She raised her face to look up at mine, and she wore an expression that was laced with sadness and loneliness. I could tell by that expression that she was not the sort to complain or open up about her troubles like this, so this was a rare opportunity that I didn’t want to squander. I continued to show her my fullest attention, and she resumed speaking, though her expression quavered slightly and I could see her eyes start to water as she did so. “My mother has been dissatisfied with my choice, my father didn’t really care much because my brothers were his priority, and while I work well with my peers, I don’t really have a good social rapport with them. Lord Tenma doesn’t really seem to think much of me beyond what I contribute to the military strength of the tengu and the security of the mountain - I’m just a pawn, like I had worked hard to become…” she said, and trailed off as her expression started to collapse entirely, tears beginning to roll down her cheeks. I very gently brought my forehead to hers and embraced her warmly - I had no idea she had put herself through this sort of thing, but I could very easily empathize with what she was feeling as I was very familiar with it myself. She needed to express herself, and a safe harbor to do so in was probably the best thing for her right now, so I put myself around her like a fortress. She pulled her forehead away from mine and buried her face back into my chest, gripping my sides and pulling herself against me just as she suddenly broke down in my arms.

“Momiji…” I said very softly, and rubbed my palm against her back while bringing my other to cradle the back of her head. She cried loudly, and I felt the front of my shirt grow damp. Eventually, once she had spilled herself onto my shirt for a short while, she started to speak again through occasional sobs.

“Kit, I’ve just been so very lonely… I don’t mean to complain, because I’ve had a great life so far and I’m thankful to everyone… but I’ve been so lonely!”
she lamented loudly. “A-and then… you show up out of nowhere like this? You’ve showered me with affection and compliments and freely given them to me with no expectation of anything in return? I don’t know how to take this, Kit… How am I supposed to just go back to a normal life knowing that there’s someone out there who treats me like this? I thought I had accepted it and was content with my life devoid of such luxuries like love and personal relationships… so what am I supposed to do…? I don’t want you to leave, Kit…!” she said and raised her head to look at me with furrowed brows and tear-streaked cheeks. I used my thumb to wipe her cheeks clear and spoke to her very calmly and softly.

“I don’t want to leave either, Momiji. If I can help it, I’m not planning on leaving you. As for what to do, for now, just let your feelings freely work themselves out - use me for it if you like. It sounds like you’ve a lot built up. Afterward, things will make more sense again, and we can figure out what to do from there. Personally, I don’t think we really have to do much of anything differently - there’s no reason you can’t continue working hard for the duty life you’ve earned, and while I don’t know the specifics, I think it would be okay for me to continue attending your home life, hopefully still as your boyfriend…”
I said slowly. I thought for a moment, then decided to help her solidify something, and switched tact to speak in a more certain tone. “Momiji, I won’t leave you. Even if I have to go back where I came from, we’ll still be partners. You said it yourself yesterday. I am yours - and if I may be so bold as to say you are mine, then I shall. I understand that at the end of the day, you belong to Lord Tenma and that’s where your loyalty rests, but for as long as it doesn’t interfere with that, please allow me to consider you mine…”

“A-ah…” she uttered in quiet surprise as she turned a bright red. Her hands slipped from my sides to fiddle between the two of us. “M-my… um... “ She started, her eyes wandering all over the room before she suddenly stood on her toes and planted her lips upon mine. We held together like this for a long moment, and when she pulled away, she had calmed down considerably. “P-please do…” she finally said. I smiled and rubbed my nose to hers in glee.

“Then I shall~!” I said. She sniffled, then laughed lightly as another set of tears rolled down her cheeks. I wiped them away with both of my hands and held her cheeks in my palms. She closed her eyes and pressed her cheeks against my hands and hummed merrily. Her tail brushed quite broadly from side to side. “My lovely Momiji~” I mused soothingly and moved to kiss her forehead, keeping her soft cheeks cradled between my palms.

“My wonderful Kit~”
she replied, quietly and sweetly, with closed eyes.

“A-ah…”
I let slip, unintentionally. Momiji opened one eye mischievously.

“Feels weird, doesn’t it?” she said playfully with a smirk.

“Um… yeah, it really does, hee… but I think it’s nice, so I could get used to it~” I said as she stood up straight and brought her face out of my hands with a chuckle. She stretched again and draped her arms across my shoulders, looking up at me.

“Well… thank you. Sorry to have unloaded that on you, I’m really not like that usually…”
she said, starting to relax. “I’m sure I could have kept on, but it just feels so out of place for me to be like that.”

“I can tell, so no worries. And it’s really fine anyway - if you need to express yourself to someone, I’d like it if you feel comfortable thinking of me as someone you can go to.”
I said. Her expression relaxed and she gave a calming, warm smile.

“Sure - isn’t that part of a boyfriend’s job anyway~?” she said, her smile becoming a wry grin, showing off her pointed teeth.

“I suppose it could be, heh. Is my girlfriend okay with doing the same in return~?


“Have I not done so already?”

“Fair point.” I said. “Shall we begin cleaning, then?”

She looked around for a moment. It was dark in her home, but my eyes had grown accustomed to it already, so I did the same. We had a long day of work ahead of us and needed to start early. “Yes, let's. All these copies of the Bunbunmaru can be thrown out, the tatami need to be taken out and cleaned, and we can probably wash the furniture while the tatami's out.

“Yes ma'am! I'll start gathering the old newspapers, if you'll get a basin of water prepared.”
I said, then paused for a moment, looking at the newspapers. Momiji looked at where my gaze lay.

“You know, I probably still have a copy of that article, if you want to read it.” She said. Without looking up, I replied.

“I was wondering exactly that - it's a pain to work for what's already available, but I think Shameimaru-san makes a decent point.” I looked to Momiji. “I should make an effort to contribute to life here and use my own money to buy a copy. It will be an exercise of my willingness and effort around here, y'know?”

She simply grinned, then rubbed her face and smacked her own cheeks. “Let's get to it, then!”

“Yes!”

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And so we spent the next several hours scrubbing and hauling and cleaning. By the time we were finished, her belongings were all cleaned and organized, her tatami were dust- and dirt-free, but we were filthy with sweat and grime. A cool breeze was coming up the side of the mountain, so I took a moment to enjoy it by the river.

“Whew…” I said, straightening my back and wiping my brow. “I could really go for a shower now.”

“Shower?” she queried, curious.

“Yeah, you know, stand under a flow of water to scrub clean?”

“Oh, we have bath houses, onsen, and the rivers. There's the waterfall just over there, if you please!” she said innocently.

“Uh… well, I'm not used to getting clean in such places, but if it's my only option I should probably fashion a pair of bathing shorts.” I said, in the interest of my modesty.

“Bathing shorts?”

“Well yeah, if I'm living with a girl and bathing literally right there…” I gestured to the general direction of the waterfall outside, “I should have the decency to make sure I'm doing so in a way that's comfortable for both of us.”

She suddenly laughed.

“What's so funny?” I said firmly. She just responded with another laugh. “Did I say something stupid again?”

“Yes, haha~! You're one of those who doesn't partake in skinship, aren't you?”

“Uh… no. Where I'm from, bathing with others is heavily frowned upon. So no.” I said flatly, then pursed my expression. She looked about to laugh again, then her expression changed to one of mischief.

“I don't know what you're thinking, but please don't?” I stated preemptively. I wasn't one to enjoy mischief at what surely seemed to be intended at my expense. Unfortunately, my attempt to dissuade mischief seemed to serve only to goad it on, as she suddenly stepped forward, putting her shoulder to my middle, wrapping her arms around my back, and hoisting me into the air like a bag of rice. “This is the opposite of don't! This is do, which in case you were unaware, is not don't!” I objected as she took two steps to the river, making clear her intent just a mere moment before she hurled me toward the center of the river with a shocking amount of strength. Out of instinctual desperation, my hands reached out to grab anything which might prevent my trajectory – the only thing in range was Momiji herself, so both of my hands locked around her wrist, like a cat latching onto anything it can just before it's tossed into… well, a river.

Inexplicably, this did not halt my trip into the river. With a force that felt like my arms would tear off, Momiji was hauled into the air as well. “Hey, let gooo!” she complained far too late. Time distended again – I really did not wanna get wet. Momiji was firm in my unwitting grasp – she had hurled me with enough force to lift herself off the ground with me due to my unaccounted-for grab.

Into the water we went.

We both struggled to get out, but I kept pulling her back in if she got ahead of me, and she'd toss me back in if I got ahead of her. And then she started trying to take my kimono off.

“Well you wanted to get clean, haha~!” she joked as her hands undid my obi.

“Wha! Hey, I don't need help!” I objected loudly.

“Gotta get used to skinship eventually!” she mused, working her arms from behind me to coil around my chest and down my sides.

“M-momiji!”

“I need to wash too, so we may as well, you know.”

“But-"

“If it helps, I won't look – just get clean and get used to not being able to bathe alone.” She said, a lot more quietly. I spent several minutes contemplating, at least, until she started undressing behind me.

“Woah wait!” I objected.

“Nope! And don't think about escaping, you'll just make things worse for yourself.” She stated with a faint edge of being threatening, reminding me that I was her human and had best follow her instructions if I cared about my wellbeing.

“Y-yes… ma'am…” I slid into the water up to my neck and begrudgingly slid my kimono off my shoulders, but held onto it, unsure what to do with it. Momiji's yukata suddenly flew through the air over my head and landed on the smooth stones of the bank with a splat. Hesitantly, I did the same with my kimono, the plain grey blending into the stones near Momiji's yukata.

“See, that's not so bad.” She said a mere instant before I felt both her palms slide upon my back, causing me to start and turn around. She was submerged to her collarbone in the water, and her hair lay flat due to water, but her wet face was cute and calming enough to let me forget the specifics of the scene for a moment.

“I… suppose not. Getting out will be a problem, though.”

“Nah. Just don't look, silly.” She said, and casually waded closer. She looked very different with wet hair. I couldn't see below the water's surface, and took solace in the fact that she couldn't either. I gingerly extended my hands toward her upper arms until my palms landed on her smooth but firm skin. Her expression softened as she moved closer still.

“Not too close, please…” I said. I worried for my modesty at this point.

“I know…” she said quietly, her hands hooking onto my elbows.

“Hey, Momiji? Do you think we jumped into this a bit fast?” I spoke hesitantly, bringing up a serious concern I had picked up. I knew more or less how and why things came to be as they are, but many people might complain about our pacing.

“Has no one ever told you to pursue what you enjoy? I enjoy your company, so I’m acting in favor of that interest.” she responded matter-of-factly.

“…Huh. Well, that certainly simplifies my worry into insignificance, heh.”

“Worried about it being reckless? Worried about what others will think?” she said, reminding me of someone who said I was easy to read. I hoped I would become a little harder to read before I started seeing combat, as tended to be inevitable with residency in Gensokyo.

“Yeah. It's like you say - I've pursued something I enjoy. Someone I enjoy, rather.” I sighed, as I thought further on what I had just been reminded of. “Though there's someone whom will be thoroughly let down by this turn of events, and I don't look forward to that news being discovered eventually.”

Momiji's expression soured, at it well should have for me bringing up the topic. “The bookworm?” she said shortly.

“…Yeah. She… developed a romantic attraction toward me even despite knowing of my interest in you. I think of her as a friend rather than romantically, but she did watch me apparently die right in front of her, and I presently think it would not be in my best interests to approach the Human Village, as I may have unwittingly made them react unfavorably toward outsiders due to my first two visits.” I said quietly and carefully. She regarded me in silence for a few moments, long enough for me to become self-conscious. We were both at eye-level with one another, and she was giving me a piercing stare, as if trying to determine the colour of my soul. I simply took the time to gently regard her with adoration. After a time, she sighed and softened her expression.

“I almost want to be angry, but I find myself having to make up excuses to justify it…” she said, and lowered her chin below the water.

“I can understand. Even though I had no way of knowing things would turn out so well, I'll still apologize. I just want to be honest with you, y'know?”

She smiled softly before her lips also disappeared below the water. She lent me a look of affection with an upward gaze. I carefully leaned forward and lowered further into the water, seeking to be level with her in an environment where the act was comfortable. She started to sidle closer, slipping her arms slowly around my back and moving for an embrace. She was warm in the cold mountain water, but I hadn't forgotten that we were both unclothed in the water, so I let my hands slide to rest at her waist and kept her from getting too close. I could tell she had started to grin beneath the water's surface, but she raised a bit to speak.

“Relax~" she said, pushing forward suddenly enough to slip between my hands and press herself completely against me, from top to bottom. All at once, we were in total contact, and I froze. The sensation of her elaborate form asserted against me meant the invitable was already in progress. Just then, she spoke again. “I know the mere thought is enough for you, let alone something like this… but I want to get you comfortable with me before we allow ourselves that luxury… I could tell last night even through your rather intense desire that you were struggling with panic, so this is important.” Her tone was soft and kind like it had been the night before. It was calming and warm, so I smiled and emptied my mind, embracing her gently.

“Sorry, I wasn't exactly aware of it as panic…” I admitted. Indeed, I was too preoccupied with contemplating how to handle my desires the night prior, but I somehow felt she was right. If it were the case, I definitely should take her advice and accept her consideration. “Thank you, Momiji.

“Of course~! Can't have you shaking like an autumn leaf when we actually pursue the luxury, now can we?”
she said, putting a hand on my diaphragm. “Just relax… and let me relax too.”

I nodded, and took her advice. I calmed my breathing, and allowed myself to draw the gentle but strong wolf against me, a hand to the small of her back. It was a challenge, but I tried to keep my desires calm and quieted too, finding unexpected success after gently bringing my forehead to hers. Just as I had finally relaxed enough to start properly getting accustomed to Momiji's body, we both froze as we heard the click of a camera from the nearby bush. Momiji paled, then shouted and pushed me away with enough force that my body parted the river in twain for several meters. The sudden force and friction of that much water made my skin feel like it would peel off. At least I was undeniably clean now. By the time I had surfaced from the now-muddy and turbulent river, my vision was filled with bullets and violence, so I kept mostly submerged in the water. I don't know how long the battle raged, but it was intense and serious, so I made like a stone in the river – out of sight and out of mind. Eventually, the crow beat a hasty escape, leaving a thoroughly exhausted and flushed wolf.

Unfortunately, the event put Momiji in such a foul mood that she only spared me an irritated grumble before demanding that I turn around so she could leave the river, to which I silently and quickly obliged. She was not in a mood to be trifled with, and I could tell that I would not be spared her wrath if I made myself a nuisance. After a slammed door, I considered it safe to relax for a few more moments. I waited long enough that the river ran clear again before she came back out to tell me it was fine to leave the river and come in to wrap in a blanket while my kimono dried. I contemplated the safest way to go about it, and decided to fetch the drenched kimono, wring it dry a bit, then wrap it about myself as I exited the river and retreated to Momiji's home. There was a folded, freshly-cleaned blanket sitting on the kitchen counter, so once again I found myself fashioning a makeshift toga of sorts then taking my kimono back outside to hang on the poles that were still set up.

With a sigh, I stood barefoot upon the smooth river rocks, and looked around at the area surrounding Momiji's humble burrow. It was a nice little spot, mostly covered by tall trees, with the gentle sounds of the nearby waterfall making a homey little bubble of peace and tranquility that seemed to belong solely to miss Inubashiri. Getting an idea for later, I head inside again and look for her.

“Hey, um… honey?” I said, still feeling out the usage of the affectionate address for her. “Sorry for kinda asserting myself a bit yesterday, but… if you eventually think it'd be fine for me to think of this as my home too, could I make a workshop and the like somewhere close by?” I said with a bit of volume while I looked for her. “I'd like to work and pull my own weight around here so I'm not a burden, y'know?”

Silence was my response. Rather, near silence, since there were subtle sounds from the bedroom.

“Honey?” I said very quietly, peeking carefully into the bedroom. She was sitting cross-legged in the centre of the futon, in a freshly-cleaned bedroom. She looked tired and stressed, so I quietly stepped in and lay near her. I didn't say anything more, she seemed to be taking a quiet time to calm down, and I shouldn't disturb her too much if I can help it.

After a long while, she sighed ever so quietly and reached over to gently run her fingers through my hair, asking me closer without saying a word, and I gladly obliged her. She kept at this for a considerable time, but then she simply spoke.

“Yes, do whatever you need to for a comfortable life here. I think things will be much nicer with you around, so it's okay for you to think of it as your home too.”

“Really…?” I asked without much thought.

“Well, sure.” She replied, smiling sweetly. “You already help me a lot in ways I never thought could be helped, and I already decided that I want to keep you… eheh.”

“Oh, well that's good then, because I was hoping you'd keep me around for a little while longer.” I joked. Her mood lightened a bit, so I gave her a pleasant smile. She broke into a toothy smile as well, and covered her face to tip over onto the futon when she noticed her own merriment. “Hey, don't hide..! You're too cool to hide away~!”

She sat up again and playfully hit me. “I’m not hiding, you silly human!” My arm had become rather sore from yesterday and today, but it meant she was feeling a little better, I supposed. “I’m just tired, I guess.”

“Well, it’s been a long day, so I suppose that’s not surprising.” I replied, tipping onto my back upon the futon. Momiji moved over and leaned slightly over me to look down at my face.

“You’re a weird human.” she said matter-of-factly. I raised my brow, looking at her without moving my head.

“We’ve already established this.”

“I know, it’s just… somehow it keeps catching me off guard?” she admitted.

“Eh?”
I turned my head a bit to look at her straight, and thought for a moment. Before long, I moved my head back to where it had been. “I see.”

“Hey, um... Kit?”
Momiji asked quietly after a long few moments of silence. Her tone said that she was asking for simple attention rather than preparing to ask a follow-up question.

“Hm?” I replied, looking to her again.

“I'm sorry.” She said, bowing her head deeply. She didn't provide any context to her apology and didn't seem as though she were going to continue, so I propped myself up.

“Sorry? What could you possibly be apologizing to me for?”
I asked, genuinely confused.

“For everything the last hour. Throwing you into the river, shoving you like that when Aya showed up, and baring my fangs at you when leaving the river…” she said, looking sincere.

“Ah. I understood why things went the way they did, but… apology accepted~”
I said, trying to be gentle. I lightly put my palm to her cheek and smiled pleasantly. She sighed and very noticeably relaxed, and I figured that she must have been worried about how I’d respond. After a moment, she flopped backwards onto the futon - then casually laid her legs across me. I debated making a silly scene of it, but decided instead to idly pat her shin with both of my hands.

“I’m tired.”
she said plainly toward the ceiling, not responding to my hands on her shin. I looked over at the lantern, flickering away and illuminating the bedroom, then over at her wardrobe.

“Maybe we should just call it a day? This is way earlier than I would normally go to bed, but I guess you’re an early riser.”
I posited. I wasn’t tired mentally, but I was physically exhausted from the day’s work. She lifted one of her legs and idly prodded at my side with her foot.

“We still haven’t had dinner…”
she lightly whined.

“There’s some rice left from lunch, and I could make some more?”
I offered. She sighed, and her leg flopped across my midsection again.

“All I have is rice, and a few crops in the garden above…”
she mumbled, then raised both of her legs and both of her arms into the air suddenly. “I want some meat!”

“Where can we get some?”
I asked.

“Eh?” she responded dully, lifting her head to look at me from over her chest after dropping her limbs.

“Where can we get some meat?” I repeated awkwardly. Her head dropped back onto the futon.

“Uhh… we can buy it from the markets, or we can hunt for it from the forests. I’m terrible at hunting, so unless you can hunt, the markets are where we get it.” she said tiredly.

“I can fish, and I’ve accompanied family for hunting, but I’ve never done any hunting myself, sorry…” I apologized.

“Market it is, then, for our meat.” she said, then sighed loudly. “It’s too late tonight to go buy some.” I laughed lightly, then sat up, giving her shin another pat.

“I’ll go warm up the rice for dinner.” I lifted her legs up, extracted myself from under them, and gently set her legs down on the futon. Looking over at her face, she was just watching me, her somewhat blank expression bearing a faint hint of curiosity. I smiled from the merriment of being in the presence of someone I admired - and almost as if it were contagious, she grinned. Then quickly rolled onto her side and hid her face into the futon as soon as she noticed what had happened. With a laugh, I stood up. “I need to borrow the lantern for a bit - don’t fall asleep without dinner~”

“Mrrmrfrfn.” I don’t know what she said, but it was all I got from her as a response. Like I said I would, I stepped over her and grabbed the lantern, then went to the kitchen and made dinner. She didn’t have much - plain rice and some tubers. All we were having tonight was rice, just as we had for breakfast and lunch. It wasn’t long to prepare, so I brought it to the table and walked to the bedroom door to peek in quietly. She hadn’t moved.

“Momiji, dinner is ready~” I said, somewhat quietly. She didn’t move - just when I was convinced she had fallen asleep and was going to turn to have dinner by myself so she could rest, she inhaled deeply, stretched a bit, and sat up, rubbing at her face. She turned to look at me with an exhausted expression that told me she was definitely asleep and was trying to process everything.

“Ah, alright, I’m up. Did it turn out?”

“Turn out? You mean the rice?” I asked, as the way she asked left me confused a bit.

“Huh?” she responded, and took almost a full minute to reach her actual reply. “Uh, yeah… the rice.” she finally finished, rubbing her face again. I laughed a bit and stepped into the room to help her stand up.

“Yes, hun, the rice turned out fine. Let’s eat so you can get into your pyjamas and back to sleep~”

“Yeah… I’m really tired, sorry.” she murmured as I walked with her to the low table, where we both took a seat and grabbed our bowls of food. She autonomously clasped her hands together, just as she had done during previous meals, and mumbled. “Thanks for the food~” The meal itself went by in silence - she was far too sleepy for chatter, and I grew tired myself as I ate - then our bowls were empty before we really noticed. We both cleaned the table quietly, returned to the bedroom, and while she changed into her night robes, I sturdily fashioned my blanket toga around myself to reduce the likelihood of it falling off while we slept, then we both haphazardly flopped onto the futon in completely separate places, heaving tired sighs.

After a couple moments, I sat up a bit to turn off the lantern.

“G’night, Momiji~” I said very quietly, just in case she had already fallen asleep. I couldn’t see anymore, but I suddenly heard the rustling of cloth nearby, and a brief moment later, one of Momiji’s hands was delicately tugging my arm away from my chest, and then she was nestling herself into my side. I smiled into the inky blackness of the room and held her gently to me. “I love you, and hope you sleep well~” I said into the top of her head, which had found it’s way to my chest. A tired but merry coo was her response as she happily nestled more strongly against me. After a significant delay, a very, very quiet reply came forth onto my chest.

“I love you too…” she breathed. And within moments, she was sound asleep… as evidenced by the impressive snoring.

It was quite some time more before I was able to get to sleep myself - her warmth and the irregularity of her snoring kept me awake until she repositioned herself away from me in her sleep and was muffled by hugging a pillow to her face… and then I too, was asleep.

...for what felt like only ten to fifteen minutes.

I awoke to sunlight streaming into the room, the clear sound of a box fan near my head, and subtle tones of my best friend listening to an audiobook on his phone in the next room, interrupted occasionally by the well-known SFX of him playing Skyrim at the same time.

I was in my own bed. Alone again. The scent of Momiji faded quickly from my nose, the sound of her raucous snoring gone from my ears. My brain felt as though it were rotating rapidly inside of my skull, but I could clearly remember her touch, her voice, the brilliant, unnatural ruby of her eyes, and the alabaster of her hair. I kept my eyes closed for quite a long while more, and hoped beyond hoping that I might return to sleep and go back to her side, but eventually I knew that it was futile, so I opened my eyes.

The spinning of my brain stopped immediately, racking my vision and balance with immense dizziness for a few seconds, but as soon as it went away, I turned around and opened my computer to quickly write down a series of notes on what I had just experienced, because it was far too important for me to just let slip by. I came up with a proper set of guidelines on how to approach note-taking in case such experiences happened in the future, since this was the third time such a thing had happened… and then I got up to take care of my own needs, later returning to write what would later be this text you’re reading now, hoping that there would be more to write after it, too.

3.10 - An Encounter of the Patrolling Kind
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Consider this the tenth and final part of the third entry in a series of "Encounters" with Gensokyo and her residents.
Please see parts 3.1 through 3.9 beforehand.

Momiji Inubashiri belongs to(?) Jun'ya "ZUN" Ota.
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Don't mind me, I will have to rewrite this crazy-talk journal later so that it's more friendly and presentable. For now, just treat the following literature submissions as dreams-turned-fanfiction until I can re-hash the details in a less insane format.

All you need to know for now is that when I started this DA journal, there were 14 entries, 12 of which needed to be written still. When I stopped maintaining this journal, there were 22 entries total, 19 of which still needed to be written. As of this update, I have stopped counting entries, as it had been getting too close to 100 entries and was starting to weigh heavily on me, since I still haven't finished entry 3. I have been dealing with this "situation" for years, and the occurrence of Entry 3 introduced a moral dilemma that I don't much want to get into via a public spot such as this journal.

Entry 1 is very short, as it was truncated by design so that it could fit into a single journal post or literature submission. It predates my more earnest pursuits of recording these events.

Entry 2 discarded the short, journal-sized format as a means to allow for proper dialogue, and is considerably longer than Entry 1.

Entry 3 is much, much longer by comparison, and may end up being one of the longest entries I write. We'll see, when I get around to actually writing other entries I guess.

I have started somewhat converting Entry 1 into a visual novel. This will cover the "explanation" and other context, and eventually replace the text version of Entry 1 itself. I would like to do all entries in this fashion.

Progress is very, very slow. Sorry, but I can't really do much about that - this whole series of writing is very complicated and somewhat stressful. The writing itself is actually straightforward and easy, it's the context behind it, I should say.

Unfortunately, due to the nature of this "story", it seems that it will never be "complete". Think of it as "permanently ongoing" until and unless stated otherwise.

There is significantly more to say about these beyond "bluh they're dreams", but I will not elaborate here. Reach your own conclusions from the contents of the "story" if you want, but if you have an open mind and I feel like I can trust that you won't make light of me, I might be persuaded to divulge the complicated details via private conversation on Discord. Actually, please do this, there is little that I want more than to get this shit off my chest. It is not easy to talk about, though, and even with people I trust, I am hesitant to divulge the truth of the situation because it has already served little more than to cost me friends and draw in delusional, crazy folk as if I strapped a loony-magnet to my ribcage. In case you can't tell by now, I am endlessly frustrated and tired of bottling this mess up. Please talk to me. Whether I get into the details or not is something that I will have to very carefully feel out, but meh.

The first Part for each Entry is supposed to be prefaced by an Author's Note which provides context for the entry itself, but for personal reasons I have recently removed them and will eventually replace them with something that makes me feel a bit more comfortable about having these entries on DeviantArt.

inb4 "Ew, self-insert trash." : Piss off, ya rude bastards. I don't have time or patience for children who can't grasp context. All you need to understand in just reading this journal, for the third time, is that "they're recordings of the author's dreams." Even though that is not exactly accurate, that's personal enough just by itself, making it hard for me to feel comfortable sharing any of this, and isn't even involving the more complicated details I am only willing to share with people I trust. I don't need self-entitled brats waddling in here with their "critique" about how I could do better or what they don't like about it - I do not need or want such things for this particular set of writing, unless your critique is specifically about objective mistakes in spelling, grammar, and punctuation. I am open and desiring of critique on other projects where it is actually useful, such as A Biography of a Benevolent Nogitsune, which could really benefit from your constructive critique. You'd be wasting your brainpower trying to help me with this specific "dream-journal" project, however, and this is simply because it is unnecessary, not because I think I'm too good for it - I am absolutely not above critique. Otherwise, comments are encouraged - they go a long way in helping to motivate me for this project.

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Below is a table of contents of sorts for all of the related submissions, to make it easy to navigate!


An Encounter of the Godly Kind - Entry 1, 1 part


1 - An Encounter of the Godly Kind((I will write a new Author's Note later. See the journal linked in the description for the reduced set of details I am willing to provide.))
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For this particular situation, I had been trying to stay awake all night since my housemates and I were planning to go somewhere early in the morning. I ended up falling asleep wearing everything I had needed to leave the house - hat, hoodie, shirt, pants, belt, belt pouch with a couple pieces of candy, wallet, keys, knife, socks, and boots. When I woke up in Gensokyo, I was wearing everything as I had been when I fell asleep.
Given that my immediate assumption upon waking up in a place definitely not where I had gone to bed was that I had to be dreaming, I started performing various checks to determine for sure whether this was a dream or not. Dragging the toe of my shoe through the dirt on the road I found myself produced dust and left a furrow - there was detail in the rocks and sand, loads of colour that I normally don't thi


An Encounter of the Intimate Kind - Entry 2, 4 parts


2.1 - An Encounter of the Intimate Kind((I'll fix up this Author's Note at a later time. I've left the pertinent warning intact, though.))
Preemptive mild lewd warning for future entries. I will avoid writing any inherently NSFW material because I am not okay with penning that sort of thing, but I personally do not feel that what I am willing to write in the lewd department warrants the mature filter, and I leave it up to your imagination to fill in the blanks if you so choose. I do not share the personal details of "bedroom activities", but I am not shy of describing other matters and including colourful dialogue which may clearly point toward such activities. Sex happens. I don't have to describe the messy details, but I can and will frame the notion of "it's gonna happen" and "it already happened", in as much or as little detail as I so choose, while refusing to recount the "it's currently happening" part of the event. If you know me at all, you should also know that expletives are comm
2.2 - An Encounter of the Intimate KindWhat the actual FUCK am I doing? This was not what I had in mind! Why am I even rolling with this!? Kosuzu is going to get me killed!
While my brain was occupied with trying to rationalize what was happening, my hands had already raised the sign and directed it toward the mountain. This is stupid, I thought. How will I even know her answer--
I saw blue light on the side of the mountain, about three quarters of the way up. No sooner had it caught my attention then a rapid succession of tiny blue orbs came from somewhere unseen and formed a symbol.
“...い”
I grabbed my pencil from my bag and replicated it on the paper that had been the sign.
“...い“
Another one. I copied the symbol next to the other one.
“...え”
I wrote this one down too. Then I waited to see if there were more. After several seconds, nothing happened, so I went inside and showed the symbols
2.3 - An Encounter of the Intimate KindI kept at this for a long time – searching the village, asking the occasional friendly-looking resident for directions or potential places to stay for the night. By the time the sun had set, I had come to the conclusion that a gaijin like myself wasn't exactly welcome, so I prepared to leave the village and claim a spot under a tree not far from the village walls. I set my bag down against the trunk of precisely such a tree once I had found a suitable one, and set down to lean against it and get comfortable. Felt like a long day – lots of aimless wandering around town, and I never really accomplished anything, not even what I had originally set out to do in regards to shelter and safety. To the contrary, pretty much the entire village had shunned me for one reason or another.
“Should put a sign up at the gate. Human Village – Welcome, only if you're Asian and not a youkai!” I scoffed aloud. “May as well get a move on with the
2.4 - An Encounter of the Intimate KindI looked around the room, and located my underwear, tossed aside last night. Once I spotted them I gingerly snuck my way across the room and retrieved them, pulling them on. I also located a hamper, and collected Kosuzu’s own undergarments to put them away for a washing - when I bent down to pick up her panties, however, I saw something I hadn’t seen the other night. They were bear-print. I shrugged and tossed them into the hamper, collected the hamper itself, then went to the door - which opened before I could touch it, revealing a duvet-clad Kosuzu. We were each as surprised to see the other directly on the other side of the door, but all we could do was grin and laugh.
“Sorry, I forgot a change of clothes! I also have something for you to wear when you bathe, but I’ll have to find it. I’ll bring it to you when I find it.” she said merrily and wandered into the room, rummaging into a nearby closet for a flower-print dress and fresh


An Encounter of the Patrolling Kind - Entry 3, ? parts


3.1 - An Encounter of the Patrolling Kind((Author's Note removed, pending a replaced and revised version. This entry may be difficult to read, and not just because of length. The details will be explained a bit when I write a new Author's Note and expand upon the journal linked in the description, but or now, proceed with the [inaccurate] understanding that this is a verbatim recording of a "dream". If you're at all familiar with the reduced inhibitions and increased intimacies that can be found at a convention scene, things may seem a little less farfetched. If you're not familiar with convention culture, all you need to know is that intimate encounters happen much more freely as a result of lowered inhibitions, and that there are any number of factors which may or may not contribute to inhibitions being lowered in the first place. This extends to some of the content you just read in Entry 2 - providing you read Entry 2 in the first place. If you haven't, shame on you for skipping ahead and reading things out of order.))
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3.2 - An Encounter of the Patrolling KindI sighed and lightly poked her shoulder to request that she turn around. She remained turned away from me, but at least pulled her hands away from her face and looked up into the canopies of the trees. I could slightly see the tip of her nose somewhere between her bangs despite being in a standing position directly behind her, and that was good enough for me, so I spoke. “Momiji, I’ll admit that it really has been extremely difficult for me to separate the stories from the reality here, and yeah, I was already attracted to you before we had even met personally, but honestly… this entire time you’ve been interacting with me, ever since I woke up in that clearing a while back... stories aside, you’ve been a very kind and considerate person to me, and have never once made me feel unsafe even though I know that Gensokyo has a lot of dangerous things and people out and about. You even made it clear that you aimed to defend me if you needed to - nobody h 3.3 - An Encounter of the Patrolling KindWe continued on like this for a few hours, walking beside one another as we patrolled the mountain, stopping every now and again to rest, but chattering away the whole time about mostly meaningless banter. Actually, she spent most of the time asking me questions. Things about what it was like in the outside world, where I was from, what my culture was like, recent events, and even occasional bits of exposition about myself. After the sun started to descend, however, Momiji declared that it was time to start making our way back to her home, ending our patrol.
“Fortunately for you, I live a short distance outside of the tengu village.”
she said as we started making our way in the apparent direction of her home.
“Fortunately for me?” I queried.
“Yes, fortunately for you. Let me remind you that I am presently the only tengu who won’t kill or maim you on sight for being on the mountain. Persons precisely like you
3.4 - An Encounter of the Patrolling KindOnce we were actually on our way...

“I had hoped to avoid exactly that, you know.”
she said, looking at me apologetically
“I already figured. She was the one I was also hoping to avoid around these parts, considering the nature of my previous visit - actually, there are quite a few people here in Gensokyo that I would prefer to avoid if I can help it.” I said. She looked at me as we walked.
“Was I one of those people?” she asked, apparently having forgotten some of what I said this morning.
“Absolutely not. I told you before - out of everyone here that I know about, you’re the one I wanted to meet the most.” I said. She turned pink, but was much less phased than before.
“How many people do you know about, then?” she asked.
“Let’s see… As many as a possible one-hundred and sixty-six residents I kno
3.5 - An Encounter of the Patrolling KindShe paused and looked at me with uncertainty, watching me closely for my reaction as she spoke.
“Yes. A-again… it’s not a home meant for humans, and is… a mess…” she said, clearly very hesitant to even open the door. I found myself looking back at her inquisitively, my brow raised.
“I really don’t mind, you know. You’re welcoming me as a guest, and I’m grateful for the invitation.” I reassured her. She only smiled weakly.
“Well… I kinda put myself in a position where even if you had a complaint, you’re stuck with me anyway, so…” she admitted. “Er… welcome, I guess…” She then shoved open the door, and I was greeted with an odour that I only dare describe as ‘powerful’. It filled my nostrils and was completely unable to be simply tuned out and ignored - but that didn’t mean I

3.6 - An Encounter of the Patrolling KindI broke.
Her expression changed from one of love and glee to one of concern and worry as the first drop fell from me and landed on her cheek. And then another. Her ears flattened and she brought her hands up to my face.
“Kit!? What’s wrong? Was… was that too far??” I gingerly held onto the wolf tengu and shook my head to try and assure her, but all I could do was cry. My voice abandoned me and I moved to try and sit upon the floor at her feet for reasons not even I could comprehend, but before I could manage, Momiji put herself under me as a small, gentle beam of support, intent on keeping me from curling to the floor. She then grabbed the lantern, guiding me elsewhere in her burrow. “Come this way… let’s sit somewhere comfortable, okay…?” she spoke to me with affection and kindness, and all I could do was hold onto her and let her guide me. In the new chamber, she set the lantern down upon a low ta
3.7 - An Encounter of the Patrolling Kind“Do you have a spare room I can use, then?” I asked. She opened her mouth to speak, then turned red.
“N-no… I can’t leave you in a separate part of my house right now, though.” she managed to get out. My confusion only deepened, so I tilted my head slightly and looked at her questioningly before actually asking what I figured may have been the remaining option.
“Then… I’m… in your room?”
I asked. She simply nodded, then picked herself up from the cushions beside me. “Well, wherever you want me is fine I guess, I won’t complain. Do you have a spare futon, or may I use some if these cushions?” I inquired further.
“M...my futon is large enough…”
she said quietly and stood there, looking at the table.
…Oh.

“U-um… I’m… joining
you
3.8 - An Encounter of the Patrolling Kind= = Dawn of the Second Day = =
The first thing I woke up to in the morning was the sensation of something soft and fluffy twitching under my nose every time I breathed. The next thing was the sound of Momiji giving a quiet giggle as she stirred upon my chest. She held me warmly, and felt like she was content. She must have been awake, because she wasn’t snoring, and I could hear the light flap of her tail against the futon. The comforter had been kicked aside sometime during the night because of the heat our bodies produced. I felt her adjust slightly, and then the dull glow of the lantern flickered into effect, restoring sight to my human eyes and showing me the beautiful woman that was getting herself comfortable upon me once again after lighting the lantern. Her hair, furred bits, and clothes were a right mess, and I couldn't help but feel enamoured at the sight of her.
“Good morning, lovely~”
I said softly
3.9 - An Encounter of the Patrolling Kind“Kit.” Aya addressed, her tone and expression still serious.
“Yes?” I replied, giving her my attention. Momiji and I had been fiddling with our hands, but we stopped when Aya spoke.
“I told you yesterday that I would turn a blind eye to matters if you assured me an interview, but before I resume the interview itself, I need to make sure of several things.” she said.
“Okay, and those things would be?” I asked.
“You already know that your relationship with Momiji will be an uphill battle for both of you, which saves me a long lecture, but for posterity’s sake…” she paused, then sighed as if she didn’t really feel like going through with the rest of the conversation, but she resumed nonetheless. “You are courting one of Lord Tenma’s patrol guard, and perhaps one of the most fiercely loyal and hardworking of h
3.10 - An Encounter of the Patrolling Kind“Today is cleaning day, remember?” She said simply. Her tone was still very slightly playful, so I got the sense that she had just played a small joke on me and intentionally left implied innuendo in her previous statement. I didn’t care, she’d filled me with energy and I was ready to tackle the day.
“Yep! Ready to start whenever you are, love~!” I said, sitting straight. She stood tall and stretched her arms over her head for a moment, then lowered them with a relaxed swing.
“Right now is as good a time as any!” she said, also getting fired up with a huge grin and a flex of her arms. In the process, she nearly fell out of her pyjamas, but she caught the hem as it was falling from her shoulder and quickly put it back in place just in the nick of time before she accidentally flashed me. “W-well, after I get dressed.” she appended with a blush and a concerned st


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Anamnesis doodleroo
Was originally trying to draw her in a much simpler form to set precedent and make her more comfortable for other people to draw.

...Somewhere along the line, I got distracted with trying to finish designing her, so there's still lots of details, rip.
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Anamnesis - OS:FoP ver. Entity
Initial bust sketch for my own Entity design to use in Oneshot: Fragments of Providence.

Will do a proper reference sheet soon.
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Don't mind me, I will have to rewrite this crazy-talk journal later so that it's more friendly and presentable. For now, just treat the following literature submissions as dreams-turned-fanfiction until I can re-hash the details in a less insane format.

All you need to know for now is that when I started this DA journal, there were 14 entries, 12 of which needed to be written still. When I stopped maintaining this journal, there were 22 entries total, 19 of which still needed to be written. As of this update, I have stopped counting entries, as it had been getting too close to 100 entries and was starting to weigh heavily on me, since I still haven't finished entry 3. I have been dealing with this "situation" for years, and the occurrence of Entry 3 introduced a moral dilemma that I don't much want to get into via a public spot such as this journal.

Entry 1 is very short, as it was truncated by design so that it could fit into a single journal post or literature submission. It predates my more earnest pursuits of recording these events.

Entry 2 discarded the short, journal-sized format as a means to allow for proper dialogue, and is considerably longer than Entry 1.

Entry 3 is much, much longer by comparison, and may end up being one of the longest entries I write. We'll see, when I get around to actually writing other entries I guess.

I have started somewhat converting Entry 1 into a visual novel. This will cover the "explanation" and other context, and eventually replace the text version of Entry 1 itself. I would like to do all entries in this fashion.

Progress is very, very slow. Sorry, but I can't really do much about that - this whole series of writing is very complicated and somewhat stressful. The writing itself is actually straightforward and easy, it's the context behind it, I should say.

Unfortunately, due to the nature of this "story", it seems that it will never be "complete". Think of it as "permanently ongoing" until and unless stated otherwise.

There is significantly more to say about these beyond "bluh they're dreams", but I will not elaborate here. Reach your own conclusions from the contents of the "story" if you want, but if you have an open mind and I feel like I can trust that you won't make light of me, I might be persuaded to divulge the complicated details via private conversation on Discord. Actually, please do this, there is little that I want more than to get this shit off my chest. It is not easy to talk about, though, and even with people I trust, I am hesitant to divulge the truth of the situation because it has already served little more than to cost me friends and draw in delusional, crazy folk as if I strapped a loony-magnet to my ribcage. In case you can't tell by now, I am endlessly frustrated and tired of bottling this mess up. Please talk to me. Whether I get into the details or not is something that I will have to very carefully feel out, but meh.

The first Part for each Entry is supposed to be prefaced by an Author's Note which provides context for the entry itself, but for personal reasons I have recently removed them and will eventually replace them with something that makes me feel a bit more comfortable about having these entries on DeviantArt.

inb4 "Ew, self-insert trash." : Piss off, ya rude bastards. I don't have time or patience for children who can't grasp context. All you need to understand in just reading this journal, for the third time, is that "they're recordings of the author's dreams." Even though that is not exactly accurate, that's personal enough just by itself, making it hard for me to feel comfortable sharing any of this, and isn't even involving the more complicated details I am only willing to share with people I trust. I don't need self-entitled brats waddling in here with their "critique" about how I could do better or what they don't like about it - I do not need or want such things for this particular set of writing, unless your critique is specifically about objective mistakes in spelling, grammar, and punctuation. I am open and desiring of critique on other projects where it is actually useful, such as A Biography of a Benevolent Nogitsune, which could really benefit from your constructive critique. You'd be wasting your brainpower trying to help me with this specific "dream-journal" project, however, and this is simply because it is unnecessary, not because I think I'm too good for it - I am absolutely not above critique. Otherwise, comments are encouraged - they go a long way in helping to motivate me for this project.

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Below is a table of contents of sorts for all of the related submissions, to make it easy to navigate!


An Encounter of the Godly Kind - Entry 1, 1 part


1 - An Encounter of the Godly Kind((I will write a new Author's Note later. See the journal linked in the description for the reduced set of details I am willing to provide.))
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For this particular situation, I had been trying to stay awake all night since my housemates and I were planning to go somewhere early in the morning. I ended up falling asleep wearing everything I had needed to leave the house - hat, hoodie, shirt, pants, belt, belt pouch with a couple pieces of candy, wallet, keys, knife, socks, and boots. When I woke up in Gensokyo, I was wearing everything as I had been when I fell asleep.
Given that my immediate assumption upon waking up in a place definitely not where I had gone to bed was that I had to be dreaming, I started performing various checks to determine for sure whether this was a dream or not. Dragging the toe of my shoe through the dirt on the road I found myself produced dust and left a furrow - there was detail in the rocks and sand, loads of colour that I normally don't thi


An Encounter of the Intimate Kind - Entry 2, 4 parts


2.1 - An Encounter of the Intimate Kind((I'll fix up this Author's Note at a later time. I've left the pertinent warning intact, though.))
Preemptive mild lewd warning for future entries. I will avoid writing any inherently NSFW material because I am not okay with penning that sort of thing, but I personally do not feel that what I am willing to write in the lewd department warrants the mature filter, and I leave it up to your imagination to fill in the blanks if you so choose. I do not share the personal details of "bedroom activities", but I am not shy of describing other matters and including colourful dialogue which may clearly point toward such activities. Sex happens. I don't have to describe the messy details, but I can and will frame the notion of "it's gonna happen" and "it already happened", in as much or as little detail as I so choose, while refusing to recount the "it's currently happening" part of the event. If you know me at all, you should also know that expletives are comm
2.2 - An Encounter of the Intimate KindWhat the actual FUCK am I doing? This was not what I had in mind! Why am I even rolling with this!? Kosuzu is going to get me killed!
While my brain was occupied with trying to rationalize what was happening, my hands had already raised the sign and directed it toward the mountain. This is stupid, I thought. How will I even know her answer--
I saw blue light on the side of the mountain, about three quarters of the way up. No sooner had it caught my attention then a rapid succession of tiny blue orbs came from somewhere unseen and formed a symbol.
“...い”
I grabbed my pencil from my bag and replicated it on the paper that had been the sign.
“...い“
Another one. I copied the symbol next to the other one.
“...え”
I wrote this one down too. Then I waited to see if there were more. After several seconds, nothing happened, so I went inside and showed the symbols
2.3 - An Encounter of the Intimate KindI kept at this for a long time – searching the village, asking the occasional friendly-looking resident for directions or potential places to stay for the night. By the time the sun had set, I had come to the conclusion that a gaijin like myself wasn't exactly welcome, so I prepared to leave the village and claim a spot under a tree not far from the village walls. I set my bag down against the trunk of precisely such a tree once I had found a suitable one, and set down to lean against it and get comfortable. Felt like a long day – lots of aimless wandering around town, and I never really accomplished anything, not even what I had originally set out to do in regards to shelter and safety. To the contrary, pretty much the entire village had shunned me for one reason or another.
“Should put a sign up at the gate. Human Village – Welcome, only if you're Asian and not a youkai!” I scoffed aloud. “May as well get a move on with the
2.4 - An Encounter of the Intimate KindI looked around the room, and located my underwear, tossed aside last night. Once I spotted them I gingerly snuck my way across the room and retrieved them, pulling them on. I also located a hamper, and collected Kosuzu’s own undergarments to put them away for a washing - when I bent down to pick up her panties, however, I saw something I hadn’t seen the other night. They were bear-print. I shrugged and tossed them into the hamper, collected the hamper itself, then went to the door - which opened before I could touch it, revealing a duvet-clad Kosuzu. We were each as surprised to see the other directly on the other side of the door, but all we could do was grin and laugh.
“Sorry, I forgot a change of clothes! I also have something for you to wear when you bathe, but I’ll have to find it. I’ll bring it to you when I find it.” she said merrily and wandered into the room, rummaging into a nearby closet for a flower-print dress and fresh


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3.1 - An Encounter of the Patrolling Kind((Author's Note removed, pending a replaced and revised version. This entry may be difficult to read, and not just because of length. The details will be explained a bit when I write a new Author's Note and expand upon the journal linked in the description, but or now, proceed with the [inaccurate] understanding that this is a verbatim recording of a "dream". If you're at all familiar with the reduced inhibitions and increased intimacies that can be found at a convention scene, things may seem a little less farfetched. If you're not familiar with convention culture, all you need to know is that intimate encounters happen much more freely as a result of lowered inhibitions, and that there are any number of factors which may or may not contribute to inhibitions being lowered in the first place. This extends to some of the content you just read in Entry 2 - providing you read Entry 2 in the first place. If you haven't, shame on you for skipping ahead and reading things out of order.))
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3.2 - An Encounter of the Patrolling KindI sighed and lightly poked her shoulder to request that she turn around. She remained turned away from me, but at least pulled her hands away from her face and looked up into the canopies of the trees. I could slightly see the tip of her nose somewhere between her bangs despite being in a standing position directly behind her, and that was good enough for me, so I spoke. “Momiji, I’ll admit that it really has been extremely difficult for me to separate the stories from the reality here, and yeah, I was already attracted to you before we had even met personally, but honestly… this entire time you’ve been interacting with me, ever since I woke up in that clearing a while back... stories aside, you’ve been a very kind and considerate person to me, and have never once made me feel unsafe even though I know that Gensokyo has a lot of dangerous things and people out and about. You even made it clear that you aimed to defend me if you needed to - nobody h 3.3 - An Encounter of the Patrolling KindWe continued on like this for a few hours, walking beside one another as we patrolled the mountain, stopping every now and again to rest, but chattering away the whole time about mostly meaningless banter. Actually, she spent most of the time asking me questions. Things about what it was like in the outside world, where I was from, what my culture was like, recent events, and even occasional bits of exposition about myself. After the sun started to descend, however, Momiji declared that it was time to start making our way back to her home, ending our patrol.
“Fortunately for you, I live a short distance outside of the tengu village.”
she said as we started making our way in the apparent direction of her home.
“Fortunately for me?” I queried.
“Yes, fortunately for you. Let me remind you that I am presently the only tengu who won’t kill or maim you on sight for being on the mountain. Persons precisely like you
3.4 - An Encounter of the Patrolling KindOnce we were actually on our way...

“I had hoped to avoid exactly that, you know.”
she said, looking at me apologetically
“I already figured. She was the one I was also hoping to avoid around these parts, considering the nature of my previous visit - actually, there are quite a few people here in Gensokyo that I would prefer to avoid if I can help it.” I said. She looked at me as we walked.
“Was I one of those people?” she asked, apparently having forgotten some of what I said this morning.
“Absolutely not. I told you before - out of everyone here that I know about, you’re the one I wanted to meet the most.” I said. She turned pink, but was much less phased than before.
“How many people do you know about, then?” she asked.
“Let’s see… As many as a possible one-hundred and sixty-six residents I kno
3.5 - An Encounter of the Patrolling KindShe paused and looked at me with uncertainty, watching me closely for my reaction as she spoke.
“Yes. A-again… it’s not a home meant for humans, and is… a mess…” she said, clearly very hesitant to even open the door. I found myself looking back at her inquisitively, my brow raised.
“I really don’t mind, you know. You’re welcoming me as a guest, and I’m grateful for the invitation.” I reassured her. She only smiled weakly.
“Well… I kinda put myself in a position where even if you had a complaint, you’re stuck with me anyway, so…” she admitted. “Er… welcome, I guess…” She then shoved open the door, and I was greeted with an odour that I only dare describe as ‘powerful’. It filled my nostrils and was completely unable to be simply tuned out and ignored - but that didn’t mean I

3.6 - An Encounter of the Patrolling KindI broke.
Her expression changed from one of love and glee to one of concern and worry as the first drop fell from me and landed on her cheek. And then another. Her ears flattened and she brought her hands up to my face.
“Kit!? What’s wrong? Was… was that too far??” I gingerly held onto the wolf tengu and shook my head to try and assure her, but all I could do was cry. My voice abandoned me and I moved to try and sit upon the floor at her feet for reasons not even I could comprehend, but before I could manage, Momiji put herself under me as a small, gentle beam of support, intent on keeping me from curling to the floor. She then grabbed the lantern, guiding me elsewhere in her burrow. “Come this way… let’s sit somewhere comfortable, okay…?” she spoke to me with affection and kindness, and all I could do was hold onto her and let her guide me. In the new chamber, she set the lantern down upon a low ta
3.7 - An Encounter of the Patrolling Kind“Do you have a spare room I can use, then?” I asked. She opened her mouth to speak, then turned red.
“N-no… I can’t leave you in a separate part of my house right now, though.” she managed to get out. My confusion only deepened, so I tilted my head slightly and looked at her questioningly before actually asking what I figured may have been the remaining option.
“Then… I’m… in your room?”
I asked. She simply nodded, then picked herself up from the cushions beside me. “Well, wherever you want me is fine I guess, I won’t complain. Do you have a spare futon, or may I use some if these cushions?” I inquired further.
“M...my futon is large enough…”
she said quietly and stood there, looking at the table.
…Oh.

“U-um… I’m… joining
you
3.8 - An Encounter of the Patrolling Kind= = Dawn of the Second Day = =
The first thing I woke up to in the morning was the sensation of something soft and fluffy twitching under my nose every time I breathed. The next thing was the sound of Momiji giving a quiet giggle as she stirred upon my chest. She held me warmly, and felt like she was content. She must have been awake, because she wasn’t snoring, and I could hear the light flap of her tail against the futon. The comforter had been kicked aside sometime during the night because of the heat our bodies produced. I felt her adjust slightly, and then the dull glow of the lantern flickered into effect, restoring sight to my human eyes and showing me the beautiful woman that was getting herself comfortable upon me once again after lighting the lantern. Her hair, furred bits, and clothes were a right mess, and I couldn't help but feel enamoured at the sight of her.
“Good morning, lovely~”
I said softly
3.9 - An Encounter of the Patrolling Kind“Kit.” Aya addressed, her tone and expression still serious.
“Yes?” I replied, giving her my attention. Momiji and I had been fiddling with our hands, but we stopped when Aya spoke.
“I told you yesterday that I would turn a blind eye to matters if you assured me an interview, but before I resume the interview itself, I need to make sure of several things.” she said.
“Okay, and those things would be?” I asked.
“You already know that your relationship with Momiji will be an uphill battle for both of you, which saves me a long lecture, but for posterity’s sake…” she paused, then sighed as if she didn’t really feel like going through with the rest of the conversation, but she resumed nonetheless. “You are courting one of Lord Tenma’s patrol guard, and perhaps one of the most fiercely loyal and hardworking of h
3.10 - An Encounter of the Patrolling Kind“Today is cleaning day, remember?” She said simply. Her tone was still very slightly playful, so I got the sense that she had just played a small joke on me and intentionally left implied innuendo in her previous statement. I didn’t care, she’d filled me with energy and I was ready to tackle the day.
“Yep! Ready to start whenever you are, love~!” I said, sitting straight. She stood tall and stretched her arms over her head for a moment, then lowered them with a relaxed swing.
“Right now is as good a time as any!” she said, also getting fired up with a huge grin and a flex of her arms. In the process, she nearly fell out of her pyjamas, but she caught the hem as it was falling from her shoulder and quickly put it back in place just in the nick of time before she accidentally flashed me. “W-well, after I get dressed.” she appended with a blush and a concerned st


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