/jp/ - Otaku Culture

>>46038180

EXPLAIN THIS YOU KNOW THE RULES

https://twitter.com/yukihanalamy/status/1754107720616263960

>>46009135
Elaborate

I'm more worried about Rin to be honest. She controls your soul once you die and she isn't afraid of killing humans unlike other Youkai so she's a real danger

>>46006753
>Anon on the otherhand still has a razor thin sliver of hope that she can turn it around.
> “… Don't destroy our daughter like you destroyed mine, please.” Without another word, he turns, a weird finality to his tone and posture.
he likely lost all hope in her here. It's a sad day for evilwomanbelievers…

>>45989030
What the fuck is a daifuku

LAMY PALWORLD FUCKING WHEN

>>45913466
Dude I wasn't even offending the board wtf

>>45889942 (54/?)

Sophia and Shiloh cower behind their matriarch, folding before Yuuka’s hostility almost immediately. Said matriarch was less impressed. Judging off of her flat look (one of Tewi’s many flat traits) and twitching ears, Alice would even call her annoyed.

Marisa in contrast looks ashamed, rubbing her stomach when Yuuka went on about cancerous spawn. Alice makes a mental note to talk about that with Marisa. Pregnancy hormones must be getting to her if she’s comparing herself to Tewi of all people. The thief is many things, but she’s not a rapist.

Mima tried placing an arm on Yuuka’s shoulder to steady her, but the Flower Master brushed her off with an indignant huff. Yuuka didn’t even break eye contact with Tewi while doing it.

Kosuzu stayed back in the corner. A corned and conflicted expression on her face, while Aunn-

Aunn was distraught, the poor girl had already gone through so much and this was yet another betrayal (although one that she’d have been aware of if she wasn’t dozing off in the corner when Tewi was boasting about her clan). Aunn’s voice was unpleasant, something torn between anger and despair with a strong desperation behind it (was she hiding these feelings to reassure Hana?). “I-Is it true? Are you… did you… why?”

Tewi takes a step back from the Komainu, her face contorting into a frown. “It’s not like that. Me and the girls just had a little fun with him, Yuuka is just blowing things out of proportion. He wanted it, even if he-”

Tewi coughs, uncharacteristically looking uncertain. Before the rabbit could continue, Yuuka scoffs. “A sentiment I’m sure most ‘patrons’ of Yukari’s abomination share. I would call you delusional, but at least it seems like you don’t believe the drivel you’re spewing.”

Tewi prepares to reply, but after a glance at the many unfriendly faces in the cottage, she pauses. Finally, she says, “I can see that I’m not wanted. Pushing people away won’t help your cause.”

With that, she takes Shithead and uh… stupid and moves to leave. Both Yuuka and Aunn move to stop them, but they’re halted by Mima and Kosuzu respectively.

After the rabbits are gone, Mima addresses the room. “That was a waste of time. She is a waste of time. Take your seats, there is much to say and do yet so little time."

Short I know and maybe a bit sloppier than normal, I just wanted to get something out. I know no one wants to hear it, but family issues on top of a busy schedule have been sapping any will to write. Now that said family issue is currently in a psych-ward, I should be able to write more. Warplans tomorrow. As always, apologies for the lateness. As for why the Tewi fell apart, I couldn't see the jobbers having the patience to deal with her shenanigans, especially not when Yuuka starts projecting onto the bunny.

>>45887812
What is she planning?

Punishing the cow
https://files.catbox.moe/lit50c.png
https://files.catbox.moe/9i8o64.png

What color do you think her panties are?

>>45863003
Chesh are funny, FUNNY

>>45859040
Saber when Shirou decides to copy Archer:

>>45857076
Megumu is the one that deserves to be degraded.

>The KINO PROPHECY finally unfolds before our very eyes
>it's out of focus
>no close up
>it lasts 10s

One job Madonna, one job.

>>45848252
Can't wait to webm Momoko comfiness again.

>>45844823

With an ‘ah, I see…’ her mother’s voice ceased and a silence prevailed for a short bit as Hana sipped at her drink to calm herself. She grabbed a wooden skewer, sitting on the edge of the plate bearing the dango on a rest normally reserved for chopsticks, and plucked up one of the saucy little balls. Her mother had just done the same and without a word they ate, Hana putting the little snack in her mouth and chewing it.

Hana wanted to say the flavor was fine, but she couldn’t taste it with how busy her mind was despite her attempts and collecting herself. Still, she let out an ‘its good, thank you’ after she sipped at the hot tea to wash it down. It probably wasn’t even a lie; it did look delicious after all.

Tea was sipped and snacks were nibbled at a slow pace as the warmth of the heater kept the chill out of the room the estranged mother and daughter resided in. Silence reigned as both avoided looking at each other over much, conversation came as naturally to them as fruit sprouts in the dead of winter.

Hana had to ask herself why she couldn’t broach the question, or any words for that matter. The occasional glace and word of ‘you’re not cold right?’ or ‘pass the honey’ failed to spark any conversation that would last beyond a whispered response. It made Hana feel like she was sitting before a stone wall, one that could collapse and crush her at any moment.

Hana was quickly running out of excuses, each sip and dango snacked on only exposed the plate and her thin excuse to broach the subject smoothly. Hana welled up her confidence, meditative practices learned throughout her life coming in handy for once as she focused, and focused more running over how to ask, what tone to take, and how estimating how quickly she could flee should worse come to worst.

Taking one last sip of the warm tea, her cup about halfway diminished she placed it on the table with a small clack that seemed louder than a yamabiko’s shout. It jarred her a bit, and judging by how her mother’s eyes settled onto her with manifest discomfort Hana wasn’t the only one feeling as such. Hana wanted to avoid her mother’s eyes, those deep amber eyes that terrified her for her entire life.

Not budging mentally nor physically Hana let the less-than-elegant question slip with a whisper before she could overthink it again, “I don’t get it… Why are you trying to treat me so nicely when you hated me?”

With the question asked Hana forced herself to look up at her mother’s face, it was a stone mask, a cracked one. Her breath hitched before resuming and the irritable expression on her face wavered as her brows furrowed before returning to her usual resting expression of light annoyance. Hana didn’t avoid her eyes despite the desire to flee rising up in force, reading into every movement her mother made as if she was a snake ready to sink her deadly fangs in.

Hana clutched the earthen tea cup; her grip was tight absorbing the warmth of the placid liquid within, yet ready to defend herself and make a fighting retreat at any moment. She was resolved to get her answer and find out just what happened with her mother over these last few months, and she had to find out from her own mouth why she was such a monster. Ran had intervened, that little cat shikigami was involved, was Yukari herself involved more than Hana already knew? She didn’t believe she’d ever forgive her, but if she was to move forward, she had to face her sometime. Mamizou was right all those months ago, she’d never move out of her mother’s shadow if she didn’t become stronger in every sense of the word.

Her mother never took her eyes off of Hana, they drilled into her as if she were challenging her, but they lacked the violence and rage Hana was expecting. Reimu’s hands let go of the cup she was holding and pushed it forward to make space for her elbows, she knitted her fingers together as if to restrain her posture itself. Hana tensed up in turn, despite the signs of her snapping not being there she couldn’t help but shake the dread as she went over every way she could’ve shown some kind of disrespect.

>>45831670
thanks, she's obsessed with apex tho

>>45823275

Hana’s room, a space that she could call her own, yet at the same time was now as foreign as the outside of the valley Gensokyo was nestled in, was as always, a spartan affair. There was a strange warmth to see it again, namely the furniture her father made her for her still standing. The worn chest of toys decorated with faded dyes and cracked paints, it was built before she could remember and repurposed into general storage as Hana outgrew her childhood. A tall wardrobe modestly treated with oils that made the wood look warm and sporting colored markings from long ago when Hana doodled on it as a child, it was built when she was a child and her outfits grew to include her mikos outfit and other dresses she would wear for rituals by the time she was beyond a toddler. The once loathed desk whose surface was scratched and stained by inks and spilled drinks, built when she was around five years old and begun to attend temple school. Her well-kept vanity set with its large rectangular mirror framed in the same kind of wood that built the rest and set firmly on top of a dusty and bare tabletop, built for her for her twelve birthday and rarely used much for its intended purpose given how little Hana cared about making herself look good for others.

The futon had already been set out in the center and a good few blankets sat at the foot of it… that was a lot of blankets actually… must have been at least four rather thick looking woolen covers. Her old juban sat next to the bed as well, ready to be used at a moment’s notice. As she placed the Yakumo outfit down onto the vanity after dusting the thing enough that it wouldn’t get the folded cloth dirty, she looked at herself in the mirror.

Hana’s brown hair flowed freely down to her shoulders uncontained by her usual ribbons, hair tubes, or even her favorite hairpin. Its color was a darker shade than her hazelnut-colored eyes but complimented them well enough. Her miko’s outfit, similar enough to her mother’s, in fact some being slightly altered hand-me-downs, clung to her body tightly in some areas. The old and worn outfit clung a little too much to her chest, a satisfying proof of her growth and rode up to a bit below her knees from where it should’ve hung closer to her ankles. The sleeves themselves also looked a bit smaller than they should’ve, the off-white hanger-ons looked alright enough if she wore them lower but they missed the valued function of actually warming her upper arms.

Quickly she fixed her hair slightly, setting the wild bangs over her left eye in place with that old red-and-white four-leaf clover hair pin she carefully maintained till now. Before she left, she glanced down at the yakumo outfit that sat on the vanity, she didn’t know what she felt as she looked down at it. A strange sense of sorrow chipped at the corners of her minds, and a stranger sense of longing gave her the thought to try it on and see how she looked in it.

Ignoring the impulse, she turned to the door leading out to the hall that connected to the living room. It was a strange day for her, one that filled her with doubt and terrified her. She was calmer now after splashing about like an idiot, but her mother’s presence beckoned her to the living room and she knew what she had to do. Even though it was late and she wanted nothing more than to sleep and forget everything that happened, there was still more to this day.

Hana told herself she could handle it as she closed the door behind her, she told herself that she wasn’t afraid of her mother anymore, she told herself that no matter what happened she would get her answers. It wouldn’t be like before where she’d be reduced to a sobbing wreck. With a gulp, as if she had a lump in her throat, she forced down the doubt and fear that she barely realized was trying to imprint itself in her mind and entered into the warmth of the living room where her mother sat at the table sipping her own tea.

>>45796696