WritesNaughtyStories

Ok gang, let's talk about media. I not actually one to read much manga, but I devour GL shows from Thailand and Vietnam. Anyone else? What are your favorites? Outside of the big shows like Gap, 23.5 and Reverse for You, I adore Omai and the H'our channel short series(es) with Ferrin and Aom. For those of you who do read manga - where's a good place to start? I've read part of the manhwa "Swallowtail" and am pissed that I can't remember where and how shitty the progress tracking was.

I disagree. Futas are almost always hyper dominant, giant cocks with boobs - it's strong "dude" energy with cute nails and eyeliner. Which has its own attraction, don't get me wrong. But it's not what I come to yuri fiction for. Outside the context of fiction, I feel differently about it, which actually feels uncomfortably hypocritical. So, while I wrestle my inconsistencies, what about fembois who also, tend to identify as female?

Welcome home! Our arms are ever open to our wandering kin. I wander off too, sometimes. But it's not dementia, I swear. Welcome home! Our arms are ever open to our wandering kin.

I think your way (and the way the introduction to each act is actually written) generated a more cohesive story. Mine stumbles and lurches - which I don't hate. My journal for this looks and reads like addled thoughts. Yours evolved a moving narrative, that propels itself into a powerful epilogue. Well done, and thank you for sharing.

Dylan was used to having eyes on them. Selene's were welcome though. The Hollow didn't have conscious understanding of it, but they wanted a witness. The amethyst eyes on them were as unnoticed but as fundamental gravity. Dylan felt the moment of panic and confusion melt, and the primal attraction of their attraction to Robin reciprocated and their own panic subsided. The press of Robin's hips was real, the weight and warmth of her body undeniable and Dylan pulled the pair together - the fear of their unexpected anatomy lost in Robin's mouth. Robin's invitation to explore her mouth found an eager recipient in Dylan, and the Hollow's eager tongue sought Robin's. Unlike kisses past, Dylan had anticipated this one and dove into it excitedly. As their tongues danced Dylan moaned softly, their voice mingling with Robin's. Dylan felt the hard press of their arousal push against Robin and their breath froze in their chest. They lifted their head and eased back, suddenly afraid. OF what they'd done and what they were. "I'm sor-" the started to stammer, head shaking slightly as they cut off the thought. They weren't precisely sorry. Hopeful that they didn't need to be. Which meant they should be, but some how through the heat of the hurt and arousal and eXstasy coursing through their brain that was lost. Their eyes roved over Robin again and Dylan's face flushed, "You're so hot like this..." they said, letting their hand run over Robin's ribs and arms, to touch her face. Dylan leaned their head close to Robin's ear, "But you know, it was that strappy sundress that got me." They let their hand fall to Robin's and took it gently. "I really wanted to kiss you like that, for, like a really long time - " they paused for a moment, their lips pursed uncertainly as they tried to find breath to continue. "Can we, you know-" the began, half gesturing with Robin's hand still in their own, "do it again?"

As I work on my playthrough of Anamnesis, @IsabellaRose, did you draw three questions at the start of each Act? I have been pulling one suited Minor Arcana, thinking on the question and drawing a Major Arcana then writing before drawing the next card. I may play through this again and try drawing in sets to see if the narrative becomes easier to see and sew together.

You're welcome, and thanks for playing along. I still need to finish mine, but I am still on task. Just not posting photos anymore.

I am NOT enjoying seeing my penmanship on display, and it's also an annoying chore to photograph, resize color balance and post it, so no more photos. If you liked them, apologies. I can point you do a dozen places to buy a fountain pen and a journal. When last we left our amnesiac, she had found her house and the cards had lead us to the trash. Judgement signifies awakening, rebirth or significant change. It turns out her name is Chrysanthemum De La Raya (never ask a twelve year old for advice on these things) and what she found in her trash was a coffee stained bill for chemotherapy from the hospital. Ouch. Tough news to wake up to. Next draw. I don't have a physical deck handy, which kind of pisses me off, but here we are. Seven of Cups: The walls are adorned. What is hanging from the walls of your home? The answer: The Sun. Hmmm....

Here are the next set of images. I feel like these re using huge amounts of resources for questionable gain: does anyone want to see these? If so, I'll continue to upload them, If not we'll save the disk space for something more interesting. Here we have the draw for the next section. I haven't written anything since yesterday though, and will have to revisit the prompt and think about Judgement - Judgement, Justice, The Chariot - the answers feel like they're following a theme that I may not be really interacting with. I attribute some of that to returning to this across an extended period of time, With each opportunity to write I'm coming at the game and the character from a slightly different mindset. I'd like to play again in a single setting and see how different that feels.

I'll get the next set of pictures up eventually, but they have to be resampled to meet the file size restrictions. For now, we are on to Act 3. You manage to find your home. The façade is unfamiliar. You fish the key out of your pocket and open the door. 3 of Cups: You look inside your wastebin. What do you find? Judgement. (better judgement than to root around in the trash, frankly - but we're trying to solve a mystery here). Judgement points to awakenings, rebirths, true calling and absolution. She's new here, She came for a fresh start, but how does the trash tell us that?

Guilty, Repeatedly. I've had a long run of great partners who say surprisingly insightful and resonant things. Next poster has had an RP make them laugh out loud when the read it.

Next draw: Ace of Swords and The Chariot. The Ace of Swords: You take in the sights, sounds, and smells of the town around you. How does the town make you feel? Does it feel like home? The Chariot is, again, about progress through disciplined effort, That doesn't feel like an innate sense of belonging. It's worth pointing out that at the end of Act 1 I shuffled all the Major Arcana back into the deck. The rules weren't explicit about it and I made the conscious decision to shuffle it in because in a story about someone recovering their memories, they, or the Shadow of who they think they are, might arise. As I look at the cards and prepare to write I discover two things. One: my choices about cards, despite a deck of 83 cards (the Tarot of Dreams also includes a Tree of Life card - fucked if I know what my plan is if it turns up) have been very impactful, and two: I screwed up on what her ring is made of. Moonstone belongs to the High Priestess, not the Magician. Yet there it is, written in the narrative. I can draw some lines of inspiration from the High Priestess and the fact that The Chariot can also point to Moonstone, so, if I were a man with faith in the mystic, I could say it was fated, but I'm not. The important thing is, it's written, and that memory has built others. And I think that's oddly appropriate in a game like this - we are subject to the errors of our perception that color the new memories that we build.

Justice points at consequences, law and accountability. The phrase "You need to handle it." is the trigger for her memory. And argument about something she needed to fix, even though the failure wasn't hers. The next draw is the Queen of Swords and The Fool. You pause at a building and realize you used to work here. What was your job? Do you still work here? I had been thinking she might be a cop, but The Fool doesn't seem to indicate a police station. The Fool is spring, beginnings, innocence and spontaneity. Hardly a cop shop. Maybe a school, but I can't shake the echo of Justice and the Chariot that points at her - was she some kind of school cop?

I think it's interesting that we both came up with the notion of this intimate, probably handmade, adornment. I did it with the ring. I wonder, does this say something about how the memories of things are attached to where we got them? It's interesting how clear and deliberate @IsabellaRose's story is - mine meanders. I think it's a function of both Isabella's intent as a writer and her (I presume) typing her responses contrasted to my very visceral scrawling, disjointed thoughts. Ink on paper, I think, forces a kind of immediacy because second thoughts and revision leave scars.

Here's what we have so far. The final image shows the current prompt and the answer inspiration. Earlier I got a prompt for a piece of jewelry and the Magician as the answer. I have a spreadsheet of Tarot cards that includes colors, directions, seasons, herbs, gemstones and the traditional meanings of cards. The Magician represents Moonstone or Pearl - both feminine in aspect for jewelry, so suddenly my amnesiac became female as I looked at my hands and saw this ring. Swords: After getting your bearings, you walk around town. You know this town. You know it well, but you cannot remember it. Draw three cards from the Deck of Swords. First Sword: 9. Someone is having an argument in the street. Does this remind you of an argument you’ve had? I have not written this response yet. @IsabellaRose, now I'm going to be weird about my handwriting.

So, the playthroughs have started and I really love what @IsabellaRose is doing by posting hers with the prompts, draws and her reactions. I didn't do that - rather I wrote about the process instead of recording the result. I have also been writing longhand in a journal - I'm a pen nerd too and I love the act of putting ink on paper so that won in the "what's fun for me" poll of just me. I've given some thought to posting photos of the pages, but that is a terrible idea, right? Shall I add a record of my draws and a summary of my Acts, or is it more interesting to have a thread that's more like a review and description of the experience in parallel to Isabella's actual play? Moreover, I am really enjoying this. If anyone else has a solo game they'd like to play this way, let me know. I'm eager to try this with more games.

I went ahead and started this this evening, I confess I had not read anything more than the description at itch.io before I began this play-through, so special thanks go to @IsabellaRose for accepting the challenge and prompting me to get something played. A word about the seemingly cryptic title of this topic. Anamnesis begins with drawing a Major Arcana as a Shadow that represents who you were before your memory loss. I drew The Chariot: discipline, focus, success, progress. If anyone else post an Anamnesis report, please let us know what your Shadow was. A couple of notes: the game uses a Tarot deck as a randomizer - common enough in the journaling game space - and I own several (although not a Rider-Waite deck). I chose the Tarot of Dreams by Ciro Marchetti because its art is exceptionally evocative for me without straying too far from the traditional symbolism. However, it has extra minor arcana cards called Palaces. I didn't think too much about how that would interact with the game's prompts beyond: 'We'll burn that bridge when we come to it.' and 'It's unlikely to come up anyway.' The Palace of Coins was my second prompt. I was happy with what I'd already written though and decided to keep going. The Palace cards are symbolic of home, the current environment or atmosphere - they are where the Minor Arcana Court live according to Marchetti. There are several prompts about what's around you in the first set of prompts so I opted for a more literal interpretation - 'What do you remember of home?' And of course the Major Arcana card I drew to answer that was Death. Despite the self-inflicted difficulties, I'm very happy with what I've gotten so far. And, should anyone care, I'm writing long hand rather than typing.