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NaraMoore ⛩️👻八尺様👻⛩️ at FediNaraMoore@sakurajima.moe
2025-05-30
#LesFicFri 05/30 Normal/#Abnormal

I plunged through the trees, breaking several more branches, and finally landed on Tomo, who fortunately broke my fall. “Selfish to the core,” I thought. Perhaps my mind wasn’t as clear as it seemed.

“Yabai, watch where you’re going!” he said, untangling himself.

I got up and looked at my friends. They looked as battered as I felt. Tomo had a cut above his eye that had already festered, but his face was no longer flushed. “A gangrene upgrade,” I giggled. It seemed funny briefly.

“No, my head is not clear,” I realized.
NaraMoore ⛩️👻八尺様👻⛩️ at FediNaraMoore@sakurajima.moe
2025-04-18
A woman in red her mouth open, stares up at a singing idol.

Quote: She reached out and turned the music down, which had become a wild riot of chords, so that she could speak to me. “The audience would all have their arms up like that and scream as they brought their arms down. ‘Oye, Oye, Oye.’” Her face was animated; shining with inner fire. She could have outshone Amaterasu. This was yet another Shiomi I had never seen. If she had half this energy on stage, I could see why people would come to see her. I would have come to see her!

“Did you ever see our show?” excitement lit up her voice.
NaraMoore ⛩️👻八尺様👻⛩️ at FediNaraMoore@sakurajima.moe
2025-04-04
A faceless schoolgirl leads a cow with a human face

Quote: Looking up, I saw they belonged to a schoolgirl in a white sailor suit uniform. Light blue lines accented the collar. It was an old-fashioned sailor fuku, like my grandmother might have worn. The most striking thing about her was her face. Long bangs hung down her forehead, covering where her eyes should have been. The face was entirely blank, an empty white expanse of skin.

As emotionally numb as I was, a shock of fear coursed through me and then subsided. A tree, a youkai girl; what did it matter? If she dragged me off to hell, it couldn’t be worse than the misery I felt.

The girl stood and stared at me, or would have if she had eyes.
NaraMoore ⛩️👻八尺様👻⛩️ at FediNaraMoore@sakurajima.moe
2025-03-07
One glance at Shiomi raised questions about my taste. In the light, it was clear that she hadn’t washed in days, wore wrinkled clothes, and her unbrushed hair had black roots showing. If I’d touched it, I’m sure my fingers would have come away greasy.

I resisted the experiment and asked her, “You going to be okay? That was pretty close.”

“Where’s my beer?” was her apathetic reply.

I gathered I was on her shit list for interfering and shrugged. I hadn’t saved her, so she would like me. It had been the right thing to do. At least I hoped that was why I’d done it. Still, a little goodwill wouldn’t hurt, so I fished a pack of smokes from my coat. About half remained. I removed one for myself and handed the rest to her.

“Peach, sorry,” I said.

A smile flickered for a second, then disappeared again. “Thanks.”
NaraMoore ⛩️👻八尺様👻⛩️ at FediNaraMoore@sakurajima.moe
2025-02-28

LesFicFri "Worry"
For Love of a Konbini Idol
By Nara Moore

Things can get a little weird in Kakurio. You should really worry when it starts making sense.

(It's free so you can read and still take part in #BlackoutFriday)

pixiv.net/novel/series/11417104
archiveofourown.org/works/5277

Artist: bsky.app/profile/maisart.bsky.

#KonbiniIdol #LGBTQ #LightNovel #Lesfic #QueerFiction #Sapphic #Romance #Yuri #SapphicBook #LesficFri #NMLFF

Our conversation ended when the phone beeped, signaling a message. I looked at it, puzzled for a moment by the gibberish I saw.

          >> چينموكو ايزومي: چنا دي
          >> چينموكو ايزومي: سينون تاك دي چواء مشيو
          >> چينموكو ايزومي: ڤاستي بوكيت بورت كاتن ڤليس دتنڬ كاچا

Then I slowly read it to Shiomi,

          Don’t worry
          I’ll meet you at Sen no Taki
          Be sure to bring Shiomi
NaraMoore ⛩️👻八尺様👻⛩️ at FediNaraMoore@sakurajima.moe
2025-02-21
She took my arm and led me toward the back, into a corridor with peeling posters, a phone, and a vending machine. I didn’t like it there. I sometimes saw rat-like shadows scurrying around. Just the shadows, not the rats.

Mega continued, “Good thing this isn’t a one-man. You have time to sober up.”

We stopped at the vending machine, and she paid for a coffee that she handed to me, saying, “Never say I haven’t done anything for you.”

She left me slumped against a wall behind the vending machine.

I looked at the can of coffee. “Uhgg, black,” I thought.

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