Ichasennin

I knew you were doing it wrong. You gotta learn how to alternate hands.

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Greetings everyone,
since I’ve set up a Patreon account, I removed all of my stories from Adultfanfiction. However, they can be still found on Fanfiction.net and soon enough also my my personal blog.
I’ll take this opportunity to thank the admins, who have kindly helped me make sure I didn’t infringe on any rule.
I hope to see you all again.

Dunno, though I lol’d a bit that he got himself temp-banned from QQ because of it. That’s irony for you.

I dunno. What does it looks like to you?
 
 
 
 
 

Yeah, I just came up with them to set up a situation.

Never mind. 
I got my shit together and decided to update with a 5K long chapter.
You can find it here or here.
Have fun.

Never mind. 
I got my shit together and decided to update with a 5K long chapter.
You can find it here or here.
Have fun.

... the girls.

Yo! I’m still alive and kicking. Life has been giving me a difficult time recently, but I’m still working on Fate Gamer Night.

Writing a blowjob hurts? Maybe you are doing it wrong?

Apologies. There was a loss in the family, my day job has gone in hyper drive and I also taken commission writing elsewhere, so my hands are a bit tied.
However I did manage to write a few thousand words, mostly another scene with Saeko and an insight in Taiga’s increasing attraction for Shirou. I hope to have something worth reading soon.

A bit of leveling up, a bit of fooling around with Saeko, introducing Yorouchi and eroding Taiga a little more.

I’m here.

So, I was thinking… should I have Saeko help Shirou get more women so that she has more subs for herself?

Chapter’s up folk
 
http://anime.adult-fanfiction.org/story.php?no=600055434&chapter=6

Sunday/Monday

Hmm. Ten years passed between F/Z and F/SN. Shirou at the time is in his second year of highschool which, if I’m not mistaken, happens around 15-16 years of age.
You are correct in regards to Nerve Circuits. Making one is sacrificing an actual nerve, so eventually he’d become a cripple if he kept it up. However, with the Gamer Body his health is completely restored once he sleeps. In fact, thanks to [DIE HARD] even with 0 HP, if he makes it to the bed before his stamina runs out he’ll be right as rain.
I don’t intend to replace Kirei, are you kidding. Shirou is going to NTR a few master and generally fuck with other people’s plans and women. Kirei is in for a party. Plus I still need a few villain. 
That doesn’t mean I can’t have Caren around as well, isn’t it? 
 
Yep. SPOILER: Saeko is actually a pseudo demon-hunter. She exorcised the undead spirits that manifests in the forest around her house as a result of the leyline. Being out of Fuyuki proper, the Second Owner (Rin) isn’t aware of it. From there Saeko will introduce him to the Demon hunting association.

I just checked Wikipedia. Have a look here. The second year in highschool is 16-17. Anyway, no one was sure what age Shirou was so I’m making it up. 
Anyway, even if Shirou figures out how to use his native Circuits, Nerve Circuits are still better. Remember, Shirou cannot cast a spell with an MP requirement higher than his active Circuit count. For instance, unless he deploys UBW, he could not trace more than 27 blades at the same time, because that his natural max output. However, he can artifically increase it with Nerve Circuits, which incidentally (at lv. 100) will grant 1 additional MP in exchange of 1 HP upon creation.
Well, I suppose they could have their own cameo, but those are all side-quests that I’d rather use to focus on the secondary female characters from the crossovers and the monster girls (as opponents and for the bad ends). Most of what Shirou is going to do will happens in the figurative cracks of the Moonlit worlds, all those supernatural events that are too small and quickly solved and thus don’t require the attention of the big shots like the Mage Association and the Church.
The demon hunter association is a conglomeration of small clans that sometimes will outsource their jobs to freelancers.

Yeah, real life got complicated and I’m late. At the very least, I’ll have a short chapter done by today and the others will follow soon enough.

Here's a template to start off the story:
Tohsaka Rin sighed wearily as she put down her cup of tea. It was a sunny, mid-summer afternoon.
How could a day so beautiful be also so dreary? How had things gone so horribly wrong?
In the end it was all her fault and she knew it.
A year after the Holy Grail War she had moved to London, joining the Clock Tower with Shirou as his apprentice and Saber as her bodyguard. Everything had been fine for the first few months, but the pressure and the expectation had soon gotten to her.
As a Japanese she was less than a country bumpkin in the eyes of the European nobles, a little above a trained monkey really, regardless of the fact that her lineage was longer or that her talent as a Magus was far superior than theirs.
She was ostracized left and right, more so because of her talent. Arrogant people don’t take kindly to be shown up by the last arrived, she thought. A piece of wisdom she should have considered more before acting.
Her frustration lead her to forcing Shirou to partially showcase his unique abilities, so that his accomplishment would reflect on her as his master.
It had been a bad call all around and it backfired spectacularly. An investigation on Shirou’s ability was launched and his Reality Marble subsequently exposed. With a Sealing Designation slapped on him he was forced to flee the country and go into hiding, least he’d become a subject for experimentation.
Six months had gone by. Six months during which Rin tried everything she had to clear Shirou’s name and stop the manhunt. Six months during which she had to sustain Saber with her resources alone.
Unlike most Magi, Rin had sufficient reserves of Mana to keep a Servant in the world of the living, but even if she could do that it sapped most of her energies. Without Shirou adding his own Mana through their tantric rituals she had little energy to spare for her own research.
No research meant no status in the association and no status meant no influence to help Shirou.
She was in a conundrum and to make matter worse she couldn’t let Saber know about it. The King of Knights wouldn’t accept to be a burden and would surely demand Rin to rescind their contract, which was tantamount as demanding to be left to die.
Rin didn’t want to lose Saber as well. In the months after the war the three of them had grown steadily closer and had become lovers. A strange but functional arrangement.
Now, with Shirou gone, it was just the two of them and Rin would be damned if she let go of Saber as well.
As her quest to help Shirou drew longer, the weight on Rin’s shoulders did nothing but increase and it would have soon reach a critical point. Before that happened she needed to find a steady supply of Mana and the only way to get it was from another human being.
However, there was one single known way to bypass the human body’s rejection of foreign energies and that was through the application of a tantric ritual. To make a long story short, she had to find herself a lover.
She considered her options carefully, weighted all possibilities, considered all angles and she didn’t find any other course of action that didn’t involve sacrificing things more important than her own pride.
No, considering that this situation was all her fault to begin with if she had any pride at all she would have to make amends, no matter how distasteful she’d find the process.
With that resolve made the problem was finding a suitable candidate for the ritual and try as she might there weren’t that many. Magi weren’t very forthcoming to begin with and opening their reserves of Mana to another Magus would require both suitable compensation and assurances.
Rin wasn’t wealthy, in fact she was in considerable debt, therefore she had nothing to offer beside herself. It wasn’t unheard of for a Magus to be the subject of another’s experimentation but it was a dangerous business to say the least.
It more or less narrowed down her research to one single person. A Magus whose research was focused on exchanges of energies. It was perfect because it would give Rin what she wanted and would provide the Magus in question with material for his own research.
It was awful because that specific Magus was someone who Rin loathed with a passion.
Gerard Dufall was an arrogant asshole of the worst kind and to make matter worse he had made lots of unveiled advances on her in the past, especially after Shirou had left. She had shot him down every single time but the man never deterred. Worse yet the man’s smugness did nothing but increase with every rejection, driving Rin’s spare.
Having to require his assistance now and in such a manner was the most humiliating thing Rin ever thought she would have to do.
And yet she had no other choice.
“I admit I didn’t expect that you would come to me on you own, Rin,” the dark haired Magus admitted upon seeing her approach through the corridors of the Clock Tower, “but it’s a welcome surprise nonetheless.”
“Stuff the attitude Gerard. I have to speak with you.”
“It must be my lucky day,” he sighed wistfully. “What can my humble self do for you?”
“Humble self, right,” she scoffed. “Let’s talk somewhere more private.”
“And my day just keeps getting better by the minute,” he chuckled while Rin shoved him unceremoniously into an empty room.
“Now, listen up,” she said after firmly shutting the door behind her. “You wanted something from me and I’m willing to give it to you.”
“I’m all ears.” The gleam in his eyes was absolutely predatory.
“Don’t let it go to your head, this is just a business transaction. I’ll make it simple. I need a steady supply of Mana and it’s not a secret that you are looking for volunteers for your research. I want to make a deal.”
“What are you proposing?” he asked without a trace of his previous sleaziness. At his core, Gerard was a first-rate Magus.
“A self-geass scroll,” Rin answered and Gerard balked.
“That’s some seriously high demand, Rin. A self-geass is an absolute binding agreement. Are you sure about it?”
“With the alternative being leaving my body in your hands without assurances?” she scoffed. “Yeah, not happening.”
“Fine,” he shrugged. “Let’s hear your terms first.”
“It’s easy enough. I’ll come over to your workshop twice a week for no longer than a hour each time and you will replenish my Mana. In exchange I’ll let you run you experiments of me with the provision that I will not suffer long lasting damage.”
“Why accepting any damage at all?”he quirked an eyebrow.
“I acknowledge that in the course of the experiments I can get injured somehow. It’s only natural. I’m fine with that so long as it’s not permanent. Of course neither of us will divulge knowledge of this agreement either directly or indirectly, unless we mutually agree otherwise, for whatever unanticipated reason might come up in the future. It goes without saying that I will keep to myself anything that I hear or see while in your workshop. The contract will be provisional for a year and renewable with a simple verbal agreement if needed be.”
“I don’t know,” Gerard replied, rubbing his chin. “A self-geass scroll is a real hassle just for that. I can get plenty of living specimen without it.”
“What else do you want?” she ground out. She had expected as much from him.
“Compliance. Without your active cooperation there’s no difference between you and an ordinary girl. Well, not that you are ordinary in any sense of the word, but you get what I mean.”
“Fine,” she grunted, “but I expect suitable compensation. The standard hourly fee of the association will do.”
“Apprentice level fee,” Gerard proposed.
“You wish. Master level,” Rin countered.
“Man, you strike a hard bargain. Fine, you have your deal. Meet me tomorrow, same time, and we’ll go over the finer details. Oh, and Rin?”
“What?”
“I’m looking forward to working with you.”
“Go to hell, Gerard!”
He chuckled and left the room, leaving behind a very upset and tremendously embarrassed Rin.
It was a good day to be Gerard Dufall.

The premise here is that the entirety of London's subway is part of the OC's Workshop, so Rin (who doesn't expect something like that because Workshop are usually small spaces with restricted accesss) has agreed to do whatever he want's when she goes there twice a week.
I'll write this myself sometime in the future but anyone is free to use this template if they want. No credit is due but if you do write a story post a link to it here.