SHF High-school Fanfic

[Deleted member 146224]

Oi I'm no pet!

But you're so cuuuuteeeeee~

 

[Pixytokisaki14]

But you're so cuuuuteeeeee~

Bonk

 

[Deleted member 146224]

Bonk

hehe... gottem

 

[Azure_Fog]

hehe... gottem

We have another tsundere fox now~

Also, why are you complimenting someone else~?
Am I not enough~? Bad daikon~
*stabs*

 

[Deleted member 146224]

We have another tsundere fox now~

Also, why are you complimenting someone else~?
Am I not enough~? Bad daikon~
*stabs*

'Tis but a little troll, Your Stabbyness Of course this Daikon's crunchy heart belongs solely to you! I beg forgiveness! *Kowtow*

 

[Azure_Fog]

'Tis but a little troll, Your Stabbyness Of course this Daikon's crunchy heart belongs solely to you! I beg forgiveness! *Kowtow*

I see~
Also, your heart isn’t crunchy~ (at least in human form) It’s very sweet and tasty~

 

[MidnightFox]

Hmn...why does the coffee smells like alcohol?

On the other hand, I suddenly remember writing a chapter about me and my drunken spur of a moment which involves a lot of mischief of crimes such as pranking, stealing and raiding some dragon's hoard while burning a school, taking illicit blackmail of students and snorting a lot of drugs from some stash I 'Found'. But decided to cancel that story since it isn't a teaching role plus I probably offended the entire cast due to one spark of drunken frenzy.

As you slowly drink the coffee you feel a burning sensation in your mouth as you gazed into the coffee you see the end of multiple universes, endless screams deafened your ears as you slowly turn to ash, Arcadia Blade is no more

 

[AYM]

As you slowly drink the coffee you feel a burning sensation in your mouth as you gazed into the coffee you see the end of multiple universes, endless screams deafened your ears as you slowly turn to ash, Arcadia Blade is no more

And will return tomorrow, when the school is miraculously rebuilt.

 

[Nahrenne]

Good morning
Today I'm going to show everyone how innocent I can be I'll be the most innocent daikon ever!

'-'
Sus

... Yesn't

...I'm not sure how to interpret that...
Does that mean I ended up becoming a hug pillow while you slept?

Also, Good Morning, Comrades. I am awake.

*looks you up and down*
Yes, I can see you are definitely awake.
(^-^)
Hope you slept well!
*huggles you from the side*

When did you get so close to page five hundred? Is this the power of stabbing people?

And the power of hugging and eating!
\o/

Well, at least there was a form of no for #9999
I can be somewhat sated with that...somewhat...marginally...yeah...

X

 

[MatchaChocolate69]

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way—in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.

In the heart of a world where countless mountains loom on the horizon, a median sense of uphaboria is felt, a deep sentiment nourished by lost love and the fatigue that envelops lovers. This feeling finds its home in a hidden corner of the library, a place so remote that not even the transcendent voice, with its mad, affectionate murmuring, can reach, dismantling every weakness.

This place, where one dares to name what languishes between empty words of love and what remains unsaid, even without the dear, wretched Seymour, is where Philosophantasia resists oblivion. In this realm beyond imagination, terribly wonderful, the being who witnesses it cannot forget what it has seen, still trembling after hours passed, under the dominion of the 10, who with great compassion engraves secrets at the bottom of an articulated poise, playing with affection and elusive dreams.

The reader, in search of what has been lost, finds themselves missing only a half-truth, in a world where the only certainty is Lunacia, a place or state of being that invites endless wandering, a relentless search in the heart of dysutopia, a place where disorder and utopia merge into a fabric of existence that defies every expectation, repeating infinitely in an endless dance of wonder and horror.

 

[Deleted member 146224]

I see~
Also, your heart isn’t crunchy~ (at least in human form) It’s very sweet and tasty~

*is happy that Her Stabbyness thinks so* ehehe~

 

[Nahrenne]

In the heart of a world where countless mountains loom on the horizon, a median sense of uphaboria is felt, a deep sentiment nourished by lost love and the fatigue that envelops lovers. This feeling finds its home in a hidden corner of the library, a place so remote that not even the transcendent voice, with its mad, affectionate murmuring, can reach, dismantling every weakness.

This place, where one dares to name what languishes between empty words of love and what remains unsaid, even without the dear, wretched Seymour, is where Philosophantasia resists oblivion. In this realm beyond imagination, terribly wonderful, the being who witnesses it cannot forget what it has seen, still trembling after hours passed, under the dominion of the 10, who with great compassion engraves secrets at the bottom of an articulated poise, playing with affection and elusive dreams.

The reader, in search of what has been lost, finds themselves missing only a half-truth, in a world where the only certainty is Lunacia, a place or state of being that invites endless wandering, a relentless search in the heart of dysutopia, a place where disorder and utopia merge into a fabric of existence that defies every expectation, repeating infinitely in an endless dance of wonder and horror.

'-'
I don't know if it's because I'm tired, or what, but my brain shut off halfway through reading that for some reason...

Btw, 'dysutopia' makes me think of if a Japanese person tried to say dystopia.


X

 

[MatchaChocolate69]

Oi I'm no pet!

*pat her head*
Keep sweet fox, hazelnut chocolate just for you, because you are good fox.

 

[MatchaChocolate69]

'-'
I don't know if it's because I'm tired, or what, but my brain shut off halfway through reading that for some reason...

Btw, 'dysutopia' makes me think of if a Japanese person tried to say dystopia.


X

It definitely sounds like a Japanese pronunciation. It may have other meanings, though...
I am trying to reconstruct the lore of Ssemouy

 

[RepresentingDesire]

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way—in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.

Quite accurate, these memetic forms you have told, you behold, are but nothing than your perception of our subjective and instinctual mentality, a false world of relativism of perceptionism, your opinion is relativ to the truths you perceive, everybody wants to let their world be true so that all discomfort of our contradictory existences die.

In the heart of a world where countless mountains loom on the horizon, a median sense of uphaboria is felt, a deep sentiment nourished by lost love and the fatigue that envelops lovers. This feeling finds its home in a hidden corner of the library, a place so remote that not even the transcendent voice, with its mad, affectionate murmuring, can reach, dismantling every weakness.

This place, where one dares to name what languishes between empty words of love and what remains unsaid, even without the dear, wretched Seymour, is where Philosophantasia resists oblivion. In this realm beyond imagination, terribly wonderful, the being who witnesses it cannot forget what it has seen, still trembling after hours passed, under the dominion of the 10, who with great compassion engraves secrets at the bottom of an articulated poise, playing with affection and elusive dreams.

The reader, in search of what has been lost, finds themselves missing only a half-truth, in a world where the only certainty is Lunacia, a place or state of being that invites endless wandering, a relentless search in the heart of dysutopia, a place where disorder and utopia merge into a fabric of existence that defies every expectation, repeating infinitely in an endless dance of wonder and horror.

Sounds like someone is going insane here, you become the only way we can be.

 

[Kureous]

Did y'all become poets?

 

[Theirl]

Good morning
Today I'm going to show everyone how innocent I can be I'll be the most innocent daikon ever!

Impostor what did u do with danny

 

[RepresentingDesire]

Did y'all become poets?

I was always a philosophical person and I quite enjoy it.

 

[Kureous]

I was always a philosophical person and I quite enjoy it.

I overthink a lot of things too

 

[Theirl]

Omg i sleep and wake to 10 pages well good morning everyone