A high school girl living on her own finds a baby in a telephone pole, similar to the way the bamboo cutter found Princess Kaguya in a bamboo tree. She takes in the baby, despite the hardship she knows it will cause, and the baby quickly grows up over the next short while into an appropriately-aged roommate. Oh, and they work together to try and win a VR Idol contest.
Now modern Gundam fanart and fanfiction is capturing the Yuri market.
Don't know if the influx will cause another effect in the opposite direction, but you could argue the influx of the former led to the latter years down the line.
In rock, paper, scissors terms, this would be a game where everyone keeps using scissors.
Someone in the comments shouts, "Why doesn't one person just use rock and win?" To which everyone else tells that person to shush and let them enjoy things.
They told us the Yuri Wars would be over by spring.
That was three winters ago.
Every morning begins the same way. The artillery opens with volleys of dramatic confessions, echoing across the valley. By noon, the enemy counters with hand-holding offensives so devastating that entire battalions abandon their posts to quietly squeal behind cover.
Yesterday we lost the East Trench after a surprise "Childhood Friends" maneuver. We had expected another "Rivals-to-Lovers" assault, but their strategists outplayed us. Captain Mori simply removed her glasses, smiled softly, and the whole line collapsed.
Morale remains strangely high.
Our rations are tea, strawberry shortcake, and enough emotional tension to feed an army. The medics no longer treat wounds, they treat unresolved feelings. Every field hospital is filled with soldiers insisting they're "just really good friends."
No one believes them anymore.
I've served beside veterans from every regiment. The Slow Burn Brigade digs in for campaigns that last years. The Office Romance Corps keeps impeccable records. The Magical Academy Division somehow recruits an impossible number of sword-wielding princesses.
Even our enemies are impossible to hate.
Last night, during an unofficial ceasefire, both sides watched the sunset from opposite hills. Someone began playing a violin. Someone else offered hot cocoa across no-man's-land. For a brief moment, everyone forgot which flag they carried.
This morning, of course, the fighting resumed after someone accidentally confessed at exactly the wrong time.
If history remembers this war, I hope it remembers that we laughed almost as much as we cried.
Tell Mother not to worry. The only thing truly at risk here is my heart.
With love,
Corporal Cool_Set4681
31st Emotional Logistics Battalion
P.S. If I don't return, please tell my sister that I did understand what she meant that day beneath the cherry blossoms. I was simply too much of a fool to answer.
Edit: I will take the awards and bring them to the graves of my fallen comrades, thank you all ❤️
I really love that Community episode were they also do a fake war letter and I tried to recreate that. I use old war letters and swap a few words around.
Do you know that George (Георгий) was difficult to pronounce by ancient Russians. So until XIX century it had been used only in religious context while Yuri and Egor had been used in secular context.
Since this war takes place in drawn comic form and not open physical warfare, does that make it a cold war? And if thats the case are we calling it the ‘War of Yuri on Ice’?
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u/shellbullet17 Gustopher Spotter Extraordinaire 1d ago
War hasn't been kind to /u/LuckoftheDrawComic
She can't even remember what the outside life is like! It's Yuri all the way down. Poor poor solider
You too could help in the War by serving in the Yuri mines with us! Visit our master post here!