/jp/ - Otaku Culture

>Suisei has never wanted to be romantically involved with fans
>HOW DARE SHE
>Koyori GFE
>It's not fair!

>>46859502
How DARE she get so upset about Ed's stomach being covered and then cover her own stomach in her new outfit

>>46681708
How dare she stole Runa's life and dream.

>>46652031
Wish she'd do a bikini shoot, how dare she not want to show off baka

>>46342619
Yes how dare she have her birthday live.... on her birthday?

>>46328976
>How dare she play with friends?!

>>46300241
Botan hurt the feelings of all 10 holostars fans in existence... how dare she

>>46239138
How dare she tease me like this

>>45925702
HOW DARE SHE

Rushia is a terrible person. How dare she soil Sankisei and make us question Flare, Pekora, and Noel.

>>45831326
Grrr, sexy smart granny mocking me with those punching bags on her chest, how dare she?

>>45423726
>>45423775
Remilia could practically taste the sweet aroma of Anon's blood in the air when he came inside covered in little cuts. All she could think about when that scent reached her was tasting its source. Just one drop of her beloved Anon's blood would satisfy her more than an entire banquet ever could. Just one drop would ruin all other sources of blood for her. Remilia's mind continued to conjure up fantasy after fantasy of this blood's flavor until it was almost too much. He was only down the hall. She could reach him and turn those fantasies into a reality in an instant. Remilia wondered if she could really stop herself at a single drop. For a moment she did not care if she could or even should stop herself at such a meager amount. Though he may not have even been aware of it himself, in her mind he already belonged to her. Why shouldn't she enjoy what was already hers? Remilia heard Anon close the door behind him and she turned to face him, fully prepared to violently enforce her will upon him.

But no, Remilia got a grip on herself. Someone of her standing should not be seen behaving as blood crazed ghoul would, especially not if that someone was her beloved Anon. If she was going to do something like this then she wanted to be a proper lady about it. In a herculean feat of mental strength that would have impressed even her vaunted ancestor Vlad Tepes, she held herself together and presented a dignified face for Anon.

He immediately apologized. "Good evening, my lady. Apologies for my appearance. It was dark outside and I tripped on something. I landed right in the roses." He attempted to give his mistress a reassuring smile. "Not to worry, I will make sure to have them replaced as soon as possible." The vampire smirked at him. "You should take care when walking outside in the dark, especially on a cloudy night such as this. You may hurt yourself more severely next time." She did her best to maintain eye contact with him so as to not look at the cuts. Anon felt somewhat uncomfortable beneath the vampire's scarlet gaze. It made him feel as though he were prey. "I will. Thank you for your concern." He was just about to excuse himself to clean up when he felt his mistress' hand on his sleeve. She continued to maintain eye contact as she ran her hand along it, feeling the places where the thorns managed to get through and break the skin. "I suggest cleaning and repairing your shirt without bothering Sakuya. I am sure that such a request would greatly annoy her and her patience for you is limited enough as it is." Remilia could feel the ever so slight dots of moisture left behind by the blood seeping onto the fabric. Most would have had to inspect the shirt closely to even see them but to her, the shirt may as well have been drenched in blood. She took a step towards Anon, which to him closed the already uncomfortably small space between the two of them. She spoke to him with a soft whisper. "I could help you, if you would like." Remilia smiled at him, continuing to stare into his eyes as she did. This gesture sent a shiver down Anon's spine. Why was she smiling at him? What did she want from him? Was she angry? Those thoughts and many more raced through his mind but possible romantic intent was not among the possibilities he considered. He gave her the best smile that he could. "I would not trouble my esteemed lady with such a menial task. I will see to this myself. Now, if you will excuse me..." Anon attempted to leave but felt the hand on his sleeve tighten into a grip. "I insist." Remilia whispered out. He began panicking. Was she that angry that he ruined the roses? All Remilia could hear was the rapid pounding of Anon's heart. To her that was confirmation enough that the lady's approach was working.

It was then that Anon spotted Sakuya exiting a room further down the hall. "Ah, miss Sakuya!" He called out. Remilia's gaze darted towards the maid. Her desire for Anon quickly turned into a flash of anger towards her maid. "Thank you for your generous offer but you can leave the repairs to me." Anon gave his mistress a bow and quickly walked towards the maid. Remilia did not respond. She was too busy being outraged at the maid's audacity. How dare she ruin this tender moment between herself and her beloved Anon with her presence. Remilia could hear Anon asking Sakuya for various supplies and him being told off for being a clumsy oaf but this was all nothing but background noise to her simmering rage. After the two went elsewhere, Remilia went outside and tore each of those flattened roses out of ground and scattered them all over the garden.

Maybe next time, Remilia.

>>45418084
How dare she play Valo with others before a Valo tournament!!

>>45382405
NOOOOOO HOW DARE SHE SPENT A MONTH OF MY INDONESIAN SALARY ON A FUCKING BELT?????

How dare she ruin this song
What the fuck

>>45365323
How dare she say that.

>>45319844
>grr how dare she be polite to coworkers in other branches she must be fuckin them
Seek fresh air

>>45314322
>>45314330
WTF How dare she!!!

anyway, did you hear about mumei?
she stops streaming just to suck a dick.
how dare she

>>44973031
(5/6)
—
Yukari doesn't know of my little escapes to the Hakurei Shrine—yet.

Thinking now, with the growing chasm of our relationship, the demanding HSE, and her own volatile persona, the last time I properly saw her was when Chen disappeared for hours and returned home battered—I and Anon showered her with love that night, changed her bandages, fed her the necessary meds, Anon even stitched the cut on her forehead and fixed her nose—then we heard her story about Kogasa.

But Yukari…

I sigh, reaching the path to the Hakurei Shrine and taking a moment to appreciate the fruits of one week of work. It's not much, and with the limited time I have to be here, progress is akin to a snail's pace—but even a snail is bound to reach its goal if it keeps moving forward—though it surprises me the sight of the Miko on the porch, broom in hand and cleaning the entrance of the place. Her eyes, always haunted, look a tad more adrift today, and her movements are mechanical.

I approach, and her eyes don't leave the task even when I'm by her side. "Reimu?" She jolts, turning and wincing back as if she wasn't once one of the most powerful of this land.

She stares and, slowly, her eyes soften. "You…"

"Me. Were you expecting someone else?" I look around at the cleaned Torii gate. "And you started without me."

Reimu didn't respond immediately, grasping the broom and gathering the dust in the dustpan. "Just wanted to get my head out of something…" Her gaze goes to the bags I brought, and her face contorts. "I'm not hungry—put that in the fridge."

"The shrine still has power?"

Her lips move as if ready to attack, even with no provocation—whatever happened, affected her…—, but she stops herself midway through the first word. I stare, expecting the worst… Reimu huffs. "Yes. Yes, it has… Thanks for the food." And turns to empty the dustpan into a trash bag. I don't avert my gaze from her back, and the passing thoughts make me consider her healthier frame.

Starvation, humiliation, loneliness, aging, and weakness…

Yukari's plan was really the last straw for all of it to crumble over her, wasn't it? A bleak side of my mind still claims it's deserved: Reimu made her choices and never pulled the punches; it's just fair her own poison corrodes her too…

Yet, that other side of my mind, the one riddled with guilt for a past I can't change, whispers on and on about avoidable tragedies.

It's frustrating.

As I make my way inside—the floor dusted, curtains cleaned, and a strong scent of antiseptic in the air—I wonder what side others in my circumstance would listen to. A more cold yet logical approach, or one that is softer and mother-like? That night after the storm, Yukari's reaction to the bakeneko ignoring her comes to mind: she looked at Chen with scorn, the type reserved for betrayal—and it was rage-inducing, to the point I almost lashed out right then and there. How dare she?!

… But then I saw a tinge of heartbreak before Yukari left without a word.

The question of one side or the other shows its true face, as Yukari did: nothing but a trap. Facade. But in the question's case, it hides failure.

I return outside after preparing some tea and encounter Reimu pruning the low-hanging overgrowth, focused yet still adrift. "Hey—you look like you need a pause." I show her the tea. She seemed ready to deny it, but a gust of cold air blew through, and she flinched.

I giggled when she glanced over the tea with barely contained need.

We sat on the stairs by the donation box, the hot tea giving the Miko's skin a nice rosy hue—despite that tense look. "Who visited?" She gives me a side-eye. "You look on the verge of a panic attack, and that reaction when I arrived…"

In her face, I could distinguish a 'none of your business' in the making, yet she recedes, looking at the torii gate ahead. "… Junko, the goddess."

Oh…

Reimu nods. "She just appeared out of nowhere, spewed some cryptic, veiled threats, and said that, when the time comes, I have to put Anon and Hana's will above mine…" She frowned—that must've kept her awake the entire night. "I, just… What did I do wrong? Why is the goddess that started a war on the moon giving me… Marital and motherhood lectures? I'm not a terrible person; all I did was—" I wonder how many times she asked herself that question, the answers that never came—or maybe the not satisfactory answers that she must've judged being 'not hers'.

Her hunt for affirmative words, of Yukari for never stepping in... I felt rage over all that. And, of course, I felt rage at myself; "Reimu." I cut her. "Compared to the pain I've caused in a thousand years, you might as well be a saint—but you're not one. We're monsters. Nothing will change the things we've done; only move forward and attempt to change, be better. That's why I became a shikigami—yet, you're still here, in this shrine… Why do you seek reaffirmations and empty words for your sins? Rather, answer this, Reimu: Why have you hurt yourself so much?"

>HOW DARE SHE ACCIDENTLY TOUCH MY NOTEBOOK

>>44243464
HOW DARE SHE
HOW DARE TOWA KEPT SUCKING

>>44228866
how dare she
she will regret this...

>>44043592
>Artist holo draws art on art wall
How dare she, what a bitch