/jp/ - Otaku Culture

>>46679668
>>46688764
>>46693226
Normalfags are entirely subject to passions and hysteria, when they're not being apathetic and sociopathic. There is no difference between a Christian mob and a Progressive mob. A mob is a mob. Problems real or perceived are taken into the extreme, or not dealt with at all, with the self-proclaimed justice afforded in the most grotesque of fashion as reflecting the character of the lower orders, or otherwise not at all, or by some lukewarm measure if whatever authority there be has a say.
Without a formal hierarchy, the plebs group into little flocks, as although no person is truly alike, they are yet quite similar all the same, and there is an instinctual need to make for power, for a government by the people needs the people to govern, and there are so many who do not follow the right and proper way, and must be made alike, else they be enemies, and as such we are left with a society at odds with itself.
>The manner of life in such a State is that of democrats; there is freedom and plainness of speech, and every man does what is right in his own eyes, and has his own way of life. Hence arise the most various developments of character; the State is like a piece of embroidery of which the colours and figures are the manners of men, and there are many who, like women and children, prefer this variety to real beauty and excellence. The State is not one but many, like a bazaar at which you can buy anything. The great charm is, that you may do as you like; you may govern if you like, let it alone if you like; go to war and make peace if you feel disposed, and all quite irrespective of anybody else. When you condemn men to death they remain alive all the same; a gentleman is desired to go into exile, and he stalks about the streets like a hero; and nobody sees him or cares for him. Observe, too, how grandly Democracy sets her foot upon all our fine theories of education,—how little she cares for the training of her statesmen! The only qualification which she demands is the profession of patriotism. Such is democracy;—a pleasing, lawless, various sort of government, distributing equality to equals and unequals alike.
>....
>As in the State, so in the individual, there are allies on both sides, temptations from without and passions from within; there is reason also and external influences of parents and friends in alliance with the oligarchical principle; and the two factions are in violent conflict with one another. Sometimes the party of order prevails, but then again new desires and new disorders arise, and the whole mob of passions gets possession of the Acropolis, that is to say, the soul, which they find void and unguarded by true words and works. Falsehoods and illusions ascend to take their place; the prodigal goes back into the country of the Lotophagi or drones, and openly dwells there. And if any offer of alliance or parley of individual elders comes from home, the false spirits shut the gates of the castle and permit no one to enter,—there is a battle, and they gain the victory; and straightway making alliance with the desires, they banish modesty, which they call folly, and send temperance over the border. When the house has been swept and garnished, they dress up the exiled vices, and, crowning them with garlands, bring them back under new names. Insolence they call good breeding, anarchy freedom, waste magnificence, impudence courage. Such is the process by which the youth passes from the necessary pleasures to the unnecessary. After a while he divides his time impartially between them; and perhaps, when he gets older and the violence of passion has abated, he restores some of the exiles and lives in a sort of equilibrium, indulging first one pleasure and then another; and if reason comes and tells him that some pleasures are good and honourable, and others bad and vile, he shakes his head and says that he can make no distinction between them. Thus he lives in the fancy of the hour; sometimes he takes to drink, and then he turns abstainer; he practises in the gymnasium or he does nothing at all; then again he would be a philosopher or a politician; or again, he would be a warrior or a man of business; he is "Every thing by starts and nothing long."

>>46679668
>>46688764
>>46693226
Posts like these make me wish you idiots would read more that wasn't popular media crap. Normalfags are entirely subject to passions and hysteria, when they're not being apathetic and sociopathic. There is no difference between a Christian mob and a Progressive mob. A mob is a mob. Problems real or perceived are taken into the extreme, or not dealt with at all, with the self-proclaimed justice afforded in the most grotesque of fashion as reflecting the character of the lower orders, or otherwise not at all, or by some lukewarm measure if whatever authority there be has a say.
Without a formal hierarchy, the plebs group into little flocks, as although no person is truly alike, they are yet quite similar all the same, and there is an instinctual need to make for power, for a government by the people needs the people to govern, and there are so many who do not follow the right and proper way, and must be made alike, else they be enemies, and as such we are left with a society at odds with itself.
>The manner of life in such a State is that of democrats; there is freedom and plainness of speech, and every man does what is right in his own eyes, and has his own way of life. Hence arise the most various developments of character; the State is like a piece of embroidery of which the colours and figures are the manners of men, and there are many who, like women and children, prefer this variety to real beauty and excellence. The State is not one but many, like a bazaar at which you can buy anything. The great charm is, that you may do as you like; you may govern if you like, let it alone if you like; go to war and make peace if you feel disposed, and all quite irrespective of anybody else. When you condemn men to death they remain alive all the same; a gentleman is desired to go into exile, and he stalks about the streets like a hero; and nobody sees him or cares for him. Observe, too, how grandly Democracy sets her foot upon all our fine theories of education,—how little she cares for the training of her statesmen! The only qualification which she demands is the profession of patriotism. Such is democracy;—a pleasing, lawless, various sort of government, distributing equality to equals and unequals alike.
>....
>As in the State, so in the individual, there are allies on both sides, temptations from without and passions from within; there is reason also and external influences of parents and friends in alliance with the oligarchical principle; and the two factions are in violent conflict with one another. Sometimes the party of order prevails, but then again new desires and new disorders arise, and the whole mob of passions gets possession of the Acropolis, that is to say, the soul, which they find void and unguarded by true words and works. Falsehoods and illusions ascend to take their place; the prodigal goes back into the country of the Lotophagi or drones, and openly dwells there. And if any offer of alliance or parley of individual elders comes from home, the false spirits shut the gates of the castle and permit no one to enter,—there is a battle, and they gain the victory; and straightway making alliance with the desires, they banish modesty, which they call folly, and send temperance over the border. When the house has been swept and garnished, they dress up the exiled vices, and, crowning them with garlands, bring them back under new names. Insolence they call good breeding, anarchy freedom, waste magnificence, impudence courage. Such is the process by which the youth passes from the necessary pleasures to the unnecessary. After a while he divides his time impartially between them; and perhaps, when he gets older and the violence of passion has abated, he restores some of the exiles and lives in a sort of equilibrium, indulging first one pleasure and then another; and if reason comes and tells him that some pleasures are good and honourable, and others bad and vile, he shakes his head and says that he can make no distinction between them. Thus he lives in the fancy of the hour; sometimes he takes to drink, and then he turns abstainer; he practises in the gymnasium or he does nothing at all; then again he would be a philosopher or a politician; or again, he would be a warrior or a man of business; he is "Every thing by starts and nothing long."

>>46688559
You will never be Japanese. You have no ancestry, you have no citizenship, you have no skills that would make Japan ever want you. You are a shut-in self-hating white man twisted by delusions of mythical Japanese superiority and exposure to Japanese media into a disgusting mockery of nature’s perfection. All 'validation' you get from other people in this position couldn't be worse in making you believe that spending years of your life learning a globally useless language to a first-grader's level was a worthwhile use of your time, but one can't expect that an individual as pathetic as you will ever know the value of the youth you threw away in doing that. Actual Japanese are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of linguistic evolution have allowed natives to identify frauds from mannerisms and vocabulary alone. Even if your written text of self-hatred and attention begging akin to a stray dog's somehow passes as normal (it won't), any Japanese person will immediately cut all ties when they hear the voice and accent of someone who is not only a basic Japanese speaker at best, but worth no more than garbage in skills, accomplishments, and likeability. You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile and laugh to yourself believing that watching a content creator that you understand 20% of at best is somehow superior than watching your own kind, as you project your disgusting traits onto your entire kind. However, deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight, and you know that. You know that all you do now is have an entirely new linguistic medium in which to be ignored, and not even the exotic trait of being foreign makes up for just how uninteresting of a person you are. Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll buy a rope, tie a noose, put it around your neck, and plunge into the cold abyss. Your parents will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. They’ll bury you with a headstone marked with your birth name, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a Western man is buried there. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a skeleton that is unmistakably Caucasian. This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back. Hate yourself and apologize for being white to some Japanese entity that exists only in your mind while actual Japanese people put in effort to learn English for the valid reason of it being the global language.

>>46674087
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"They gladly practiced respectfully.' I internally recited.

Slowly, I regained my focus. I had re-read lines, spun inaccuracies, and it felt like hours since I last moved, but I finally had the slightest bit of mental agency.

I focused on the noise first and threw principles against it, labeling some sounds cicadas and others grasshoppers, categorizing, splitting, recombining, until the model made more sense. It was like walking up a dune, where you feel like every step is losing more ground as the sand moves beneath you and many times I lost progress, but I never relented and never held to strongly onto any one idea as I climbed and climbed and slowly my vision began to clear and the I heard each part of noise as separate sounds.

A hole was put in the HSE, cut clean and elegant, to eject two parts from it's hold. This gap had caused an instaneous flash of the aura contained within the place to echo around it, and like how a camera flash captures light within film I had been exposed to all of it, harmless for others as they wouldn't retain any of the strange information, but for me that had spent days opening my sense to this place, it was almost lethal. Somehow, with The Root, I had re-organized the channels throughout my body to handle the flood of captured information and I could see so much of what had occurred.

A wayward god, name forgotten, in a strange vessel had returned. A mother had pilfered secrets she couldn't understand. Captured ghosts, fermented and solidified, had clashed and been freed, sent back to themselves. And then the agony of one man, over and over and over...

I shut out the thought, it wasn't hard as the signal, the experience, was the same day after day.

Digging deeply, I finally see it, see them truly and wholly for the first time, our children: Oiwa and Tsukuyomi, beacons of blessings and curses, each one a fetus, but I can see their features, a single horn on eaches head, A black and red tuft of hair for Oiwa a blonde one for Tsukuyomi. 'I'll have to apologize to father when next I make a grave visit, there's no escape from that particular gene it seems' I muse as I'm finally able to come back to a sitting position.

Father, a water-logged corpse appears before me, face mangled beyond all recognition. Three more bodies float above me in a circle, two children, one woman, cold, stiff, lifeless. I turn to the side and see a young girl, her life leaking through the gash in her neck, a knife in her hand. I turn away and see another body made of constellations, dangling from some unseen monster's jaw. I turn to the front and see so many people, clad in purple, orange, pink, red, white, black, horned, one-winged, feeble, strong, and they're all alone.

"Guess who!" A husky woman's voice says as she covers my eyes with her hands.

>>46612904
>biased in favour of it because it runs on autism and people here only rate novels on how autistic or schizophrenic they are.
There is no better criteria for an LN than the extremity of derangement it's willing to push itself toward. This is the mediums strongest mark, together with hundred pages worth of banter that ultimately leads to nothing.
Encapsulated in the derangement aspect, there must be battles or intrigue.
Battles that kill the entire world. Battles that rope in deities and devils alike. Battles that cheat death and are, in turn, cheated by cheating death. Battles with gimmicks hidden in gimmicks hidden in multifariously multifarious gimmicks and all this, touched by a coup de grâce of such a contrived, out of control 'plan', with intrigue so endlessly encroached in bogs of pathocratical depravity, that it possesses a mobility of its own accord, impossible to evade, impossible to stop.
--Yes, a magnificently calamitous scheme, that rends itself and the world asunder over the course of 20, 30, 40, even 50 volumes and surely, if not, then 1 volume worth its weight in words to a total of 100.
That is the good you see in LNs. Not the only good, naturally, as you have alternatives, romcoms, to fuel the refinement in conjuring a more fastidious, mental image, of the girl you want as your beloved but in this, I can only wish that they, in their innocence, could be whisked off to an otherworld, to an isekai, that the intensity of their passions grow all the more through the intensity of fire and flame.
There is no autism in LNs, there is no schizophrenia, there is no 'words' 'words' 'words'. No. The only thing in LNs, the only reason you read them, the only reason they exist, is to kill opponents, whether that be a witch cult, goblins who raped your sister, a world endangering your guild mates, player killers and player killer killers, made up enemies, Gordenia, Yvestalaz, and many more.
Your statement is errant. I can't be biased towards something running on autism, when everything else, everywhere in sight, is similarly so.
Well, everything except for things written by women and things involving female protagonists I guess.
Shut the fuck up. I can already see what you're typing. Only by the spirit of an ethereally sophistical Japanese man, in all his lives past likewise, blessed by fauna and a twang of madness, raised by denpa and eroge, can one right an LN superseding transcendentalism itself, or give birth to it.

They say logic don't apply in Gensokyo, but listen. First off, they're dumb. Second, shut the fuck up, it makes sense if the narrator wants it to. Third of all, the bitch drugged me, plus shut the fuck down. That doll kept saying things, but I didn't pay attention. I ain't insane, this ain't the puppet show in the padded room, that doll ain't moving on it's own and I sure as fuck don't feel like getting raped by some weirdo. Since green onion got turned to vomit pulp, I tried to remember my /jp/ history lessons from Keine when I first came to Gensokyo. Before I could scream Kirisame, I shit you not, I'll be damned if I didn't tell you this, a bunch of outsiders, all speaking feigned /jp/ lingo. Fakes. I could tell some had been there a while. They all seemed like nice folks, but on the other side of the street, there was more than just a few faggots arguing. Freaks. It was some of the most disgusting shit ever. My fucking eyes. Those outsiders stopped in their tracks and two of them joined in and the true nature was never more apparent. It was the worst development ever since people started seeing penises under skirts after managing to score a date as a Wizard NEET. A word of advice, RUN. They say a hole is a hole, but it ain't worth it. If you managed to get a date the first time, you can do it a second time. Just clean yourself up first. Your room probably smells like shit with all those piss open bottles. I zoned out when they were talking, sounded like they all hated eachother for no reason, so they made up some. I don't know when it happened, but someone in a maid outfit came and killed every last one of them with a mop. A fucking mop. I felt the pain when some dude said he wanted to cry.
I stood there about to say something when some other dude croaked with his bloodclot throat "there's not one decent thread in the whole catalog." The fuck does that mean? Every last one of them got up and started walking toward me after a few seconds like some sort of gang initiation when I said that. My life flashed before me eyes, but with more bad memories than good. I remembered some obnoxious motherfuckers who wouldn't shut unliving former hell up outside the /jp/ mansion. "It's your fault that you sold too much sake to a God! YOU DON'T SELL TOO MUCH SAKE TO A GOD! WE'RE GODS! WE'LL HAVE YOU EXTERMINATED! WE'LL HAVE YOU EXTERMINATED AND WE'LL LAUGH ABOUT IT!" Some words those were. I recognized every last one of them. All without a soul and dependent on others because they can't supplement themselves. God I can't bare to watch. "Sometimes it feels like I'm the only smart one around" Some dude followed up, and it was the quickest reply I had ever seen. "Nah dude, some guys act retarded just for fun. Everyone does it, but the only downside is..." he looked at the gate and they were screaming at eachother and pulling on the gate as security rushed over, unsightly. "it attracts the actual retards." "I agree, but it doesn't top that free house in Japan. Nobody bought the damn thing when it was free." I was starting to remember the dude outside the gate, retired with his 4 riot shields around him with his N.E.E.T helm, but the last traces of that dreamlike day vanished when the blonde lady kicked the door open and shoved me in a dark room. I came out brand spanking new, but it was some of the weirdest shit ever I tell you. Everything was fine, but me streamer was numb and I couldn't feel me balls despite touching them. I lost conscious several times, when I don't even remember going to sleep. Not one normal thing happened since that festival. What the fujck man.

>>46545794
Anon wasted no time inserting himself into Tsukasa. Her estrus made her far more sensitive than usual, already surpassing her last visit. No longer her cocksure self, Tsukasa moaned and yipped with each thrust, pressing her small chest against Anon’s as she desperately tried to cover her skin with as much of his as possible. She couldn’t form words as she thrust and gyrated her hips against Anon’s, trying to stimulate as much lovely friction as possible while hating every centimeter of his dick that pulled out. Her insides pressed and constricted hard against his dick, massaging him while her womb eagerly waited to accept his seed.

As Anon got closer to his climax, he pressed Tsukasa back against the bed and started pounding her pussy from above while looking her dead in the eye. Her eyes nearly glazed over from the pleasure, seeing her mate rut inside of her. Anon was getting closer and closer, and so was she. Tsukasa pieced together the words through the pink haze in her head. “A-Anon, I’m close, I’m so close! I wanna cum together with you!”

Anon started thrusting faster, nearly at his limit. Anxious for his cum, the kudagitsune wrapped her legs around Anon’s waist, already giving him the answer to where he needs to shoot his semen. With just seconds before she hit her limit, Tsukasa barked out her last command: “Kiss! Kiss me!” He locked lips with her, hips quivering as his hot load finally splashed inside of her. Tsukasa moaned into his mouth, letting out all her lusty thoughts and desires. Partway through, she broke off, and started whispering sweet nothings into his ear. “Yess… I love it. It’s so warm. Shoot it deeeep inside me. Knock me up, Anon. Just

like

Shameimaru.”

His hips gave out. His pupils dilated. His strong, muscled arms started to shake. But his dick twitched again. Anon tried to speak, but Tsukasa shut him up by shoving her tongue down his throat. Taking advantage of his pliable state, Tsuakasa flipped Anon over and straddled his waist, burying her cock back inside of her and giving it long, slow strokes into it was fully revived. This, this was what she was wanted. His tongue fighting hers. His pinned limbs fidgeting under her grip. The muffled pleas in his mouth and the fear in his eyes.

It was all so delicious. She just had to savor it.

“You’re a veeery naughty man to do that to a girl, you know? All alone, having to keep her eggs warm when she already has such a demanding job. But it’s not all your fault. You’re a real stud. Aya knew what she was getting into, fucking a man to ease her loneliness. And you just did your job, making her feel good while you pounded her into a quivering mess and left your permanent mark on her.” Tsukasa didn’t even try to hide her smile, nuzzling her cheek against Anon and nibbling his ear.

“No. No, I-we didn’t”

She pressed a finger against his mouth. “You don’t have to have to worry taking responsibility. You’re Gensokyo’s best breeding stud, after all. All you need to do is pump these lonely, desperate girls full of your spunk until you’re kids are running across every corner of the map. So don’t feel bad, “Daddy~” Just let yourself feel good.”

The harder Anon thrashed against her, the harder he thrust into her cunt. Combined with Tsukasa bouncing in rhythm with his attempts to buck her off, it wasn’t long before he was pushed to the edge again. “Aww, you don’t want to come inside me again? That’s fine, Daddy. You can’t impregnate me more. You already held me down and made me a mommy. But we can still try.” Tsukasa pressed her chest down against Anon, hammering her hips against him and grinding until she hit her climax. Her spasming tunnel was enough to coax one more ejaculation out of him, flooding her womb with his potent sperm.

“AHHHHH! That was a good one, Anon. Thank you for your service~” Anon lied in bed, staring at the ceiling while Tsukasa gave him a peck on the cheek before dressing. Without a second glance, she left the bedroom and shrine. All that mattered was that she got what she wanted and had a great time doing it. She was going to miss this place when it inevitably collapsed on itself, but at least she’d always have fond memories. As soon as Tsukasa got back to the HSE as a building in the village, she darted into the first tunnel she could find and got out. No way in Hell would she let Ran ruin her afterglow!

Once outside the upstanding establishment, a sigil roared to life on her left palm. The kudagitsune sighed and ran outside the bounds on the Human Village. What did the Makaian want now?

(Part 5)

Man, I just got that wackiest idea. What if we all shut the fuck up except when we talk about a stream? Wouldn't that be wacky?

Alright I'm sick of this

https://exhentai.org/g/963430/f7c568c549/

There. Now you guys can both shut the fuck up after secret club man vents his spleen at me but fuck you for engaging with him over and over again

>>46510897
"And now that everyone's got a clone, I'll just take him and be off back to the unified world, see you!"
"Wait, what do you mean you don't want to be the one with the clone, they're all identical in every way!"
"Why do I get to take the original back with me? Well Y'know, uh, science stuff and all that, can't let his vitum matrix get all tangled up with the intervium web. Shut up Chiyuri don't say another god damned word so help me christ."
"N-no, I DIDN'T just make bullshit up on the spot! I solve all you guys' problems and now you're complaining about something as silly as this!?!? Come on Anonnephew, they can figure it out la- WHO THE FUCK IS THAT BITCH WITH THE WINGS SEDUCING MY MAN!!!"

"I am perfectly capable of keeping myself well enough to work."

"How about well enough to live?" Remi muttered under her breath, but Patchouli heard it regardless. Patchouli looked up at her friend. She'd kept a secret. A meeting with Yukari Yakumo that she'd refused to share. Knowing Remi, Patchouli knew for certain that she would never truly join her. Even if she did, it was for a temporary, hidden goal. Especially now that she knew about Patchouli's own problems regarding the building. No, Remi would not truly join Yukari Yakumo unless she had a reason. And...There was a possible reason. Flandre Scarlet...

"Lady Patchouli?" Patchouli blinked and looked up. Her familiar stood in the middle of the experiment, looking at her. "Where would you like me to stand?" Patchouli raised a hand and summoned the book that Koakuma had been marking down her results in. Surveying it, Patchouli thought for a moment.

"Two to the left, Koakuma." Her familiar moved, looking back up at her for confirmation. "Yes, stay there. Take hold of the wire by your left foot and feed in a small amount of power. If it is overpowered, it may explode, so ensure that you do not feed in any more power than I tell you to." Her familiar nodded and crouched down. For a moment, Patchouli thought of the man trapped in the HSE. They really would have gotten along. There was a feeling deep in her gut that she was staunchly ignoring. It wasn't a good way of dealing with her problems, but something about it gave her a very different feeling. Something was coming, and it had her on edge. Some sort of foreboding that she very much didn't like. Three times today, she had found herself on the verge of calling for Meiling. She had even less idea why, but she felt like she needed to keep the gatekeeper nearby. Growling slightly, she shook her head. "Mei-" She grit her teeth and slapped the side of her head. "Apologies. Koakuma, crouch down and take the wire." Her familiar did as she said, but even she was watching Patchouli with some concern in her eyes now.

"Patchy." Remi wasn't asking her a question. Patchouli Knowledge ignored her.

"Koakuma, begin feeding power into-" Again, she was interrupted.

"Patchouli Knowledge!" Remi's voice was much sharper now. "Look at me!" Patchouli's gaze was forced to shift up to her friend. "You are not well."

"I haven't been well for a long time. Consequence of the craft." Patchouli forced out through gritted teeth. She could feel a profound sense of foreboding. Something was coming.

"I don't care. Stop it. Now." Remi vaulted over the observation balcony and floated across the room before stopping in front of her. "Shut it down, Patchouli, or I'll do it for you." Patchouli stared at her friend with a murderous look on her face. Before she knew it, she'd swept her arm out as if to attack. Of course, Remilia Scarlet was no pushover, and before Patchouli had even finished getting her hand out, Remi had caught it with her free hand. She showed no anger at Patchouli's actions. "That rage - Is it yours? View yourself objectively. Shut it down, now. Do as you are told."

Patchouli felt a sudden desire to attack. It wasn't directed at Remi, but...She felt like she needed to attack something right now. What was it? Her…Her magic. The magic that she knew was disappearing to somewhere. A theory that she hadn’t wanted to consider seemed to be coming to the forefront. "...Compromised." She forced out. "I knew it." If she was feeling things that were not her own, then it was already too late. She wrenched her arm free of Remi's iron grip. That feeling...She shouldn't have ignored it. She tried to look into Remi's eyes, but she was struggling. "Something - Something's wrong." She gasped. "Shouldn't have - Ignored it. I need - Need..."

Her legs suddenly gave out, but there was Remi, immediately lifting her up by her arms alone. "Patchouli. Listen to me!" Only Patchouli's mental defences seemed to have saved her from the full brunt of whatever was bearing down on her. "Tell me what it is you need right now." There she was. The Scarlet Devil. Not the child that she led so many to believe was all she was. "Do not dare pass out, Patchouli Knowledge. I've no intention of losing you yet." She looked over her shoulder. "Koakuma! Cease whatever it is you're..." And she trailed off. Patchouli tried to bring her thoughts back around. The magic...She'd already started. It needed to be expelled properly or it would snap and invert. For once, Patchouli Knowledge heard something she never heard from Remi. "Shit." The vampire swore, then looked back at Patchouli. "Koakuma, take Patchouli. Now! Do not spend a second longer in the centre of that mess."

>>46496479
fucking hell man what part of this is hard for you to get? she goes quiet because it's not the answer she wanted, if she was still taking part in the conversation it'd seem more like she didn't give a shit but as you yourself have noticed she fades into the fucking background when she finds out the thing she saw as important wasn't cared about nearly as much by the other party
do you need ryukishi to spell every little thing out for you? because every time you complain about shit it's never because it's badly written, it's because the author had some bit of faith in the reader that they have enough brain cells still bouncing around in their tiny heads to draw some fucking conclusions for themselves, something you evidently seem to lack given whether he DOESN'T tell what's going on outright in excruciating detail you start shitting and crying over it
just shut the fuck up already and quit embarrassing yourself

"You've been acting different lately, you know." Patchouli looked up from her book. A grimoire that she'd found hidden deep in the library, one that she was certain would instantly kill any human who looked at it. Fortunately, that wasn't much of a problem for her. "You're all...Tense. Like your nerves are stretched to the limit." Reaching out and lifting her teacup between two slender fingers, Patchouli took a sip and regarded her luncheon companion. "It's a little worrying, Patchy."

"I'm perfectly fine, Remi." Patchouli murmured, placing the teacup back down. Remilia Scarlet watched her with two calculating eyes. She was concerned, yes. A slight twitch of her fingers to activate her favourite diagnostic spells was enough to confirm that. A vague indication of panic lurked at the back of her consciousness, too, along with some deep-seated unease that had settled into her psyche. Something she'd been feeling for a long time. "You're worrying unnecessarily." She flipped to the next page of her grimoire and regarded the diagram contained within. Human sacrifice. No, that was rather inelegant and finding elegant and simple solutions for her problems was Patchouli Knowledge's favourite thing to do. "Perhaps-"

"Don't pull that diagnostic stuff on me, Patchy. I can always tell. I'm your friend, am I not?" Remi leaned forward and rested her chin on her hands. She was doing her own form of analysis, though it took a less clinical approach than Patchouli's did. "Tell me what ails you. I have precious little else to distract me these days." Patchouli wondered. Did Remi know? That Flandre Scarlet's presence had disappeared from the mansion on more than one occasion? That the world they inhabited seemed to be swirling toward a great confrontation that could only be rivalled by those in the greatest biblical paintings in Europe? That it all revolved around that vile building sitting in the village of humanity? The one that was throwing her spells off and her mood even further? Did she even know that there was a man trapped inside that she'd once shared several friendly conversations with?

"You're doing it again." Remi suddenly said, a smile starting to grow on her face. "You're analysing. Thinking. You can't hide it from me, Patchy. You might have everyone else wrapped around your finger in a given conversation, but not me."

"I'm doing no such thing." Patchouli insisted, taking another sip of her tea to cover her own slight smile up. "You're the one who's overanalysing, Remi." Next page of the grimoire...No, that involved celestial bodies. Those spells were out of her repertoire until this HSE business was resolved. Sighing, she shut the book and put it to the side. "Why must you push me so?"

"Because, as I just said, I am your friend. It concerns me. You've always looked like you have chronic insomnia, but it's even worse as of late." Remi spread her wings to aid her balance so she could lean in even closer. "When's the last time you slept for more than three hours in a night? Don't lie to me, now." There would be no sweet talking her way out of this, it seemed. Patchouli tutted and cast her mind back. A second stretched into two, and then three and four. "...You weren't supposed to need so long to think about that. Honestly, how am I supposed to entrust my library to you if you can't even take care of yourself?" Remi reached across the table and plucked Patchouli's teacup from her before she could stop the vampire. "No drinking this until you talk to me." She sharply spoke. "Until you tell me the truth."

"You're diabolical, Remi."

"I'm devilish, wouldn't you say?" Remi's smile grew wider still, and Patchouli sighed and massaged the bridge of her nose. "Come on, come on. I've heard so little about the world outside our mansion in recent years, and then you up and left to go exploring. I was overjoyed to hear you were getting out and about, but then you refused to even explain what happened! Well, no longer. Explain, Patchy, or I shall grow upset."

"Well, I'd hardly like to invite your ire, Remi." Patchouli murmured with a thin smile. "Fine. I shall explain." She'd debated this in her mind several times prior to today. Whether or not to tell Remi. If she should explain everything or not. If she should tell her just what went on in that sordid building. But there was one thing she'd been hesitant about most of all...

"Overthinking, Patchy! Am I your friend or not!?" Remi spoke slightly louder and Patchouli suddenly made her mind up. Yes, Remi was her friend. Her oldest and closest friend, and she deserved her trust.

"I've been dreaming." Patchouli whispered, tilting her head slightly to look at Remi. "Dreaming of things that do not reside in the Dream World."

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shut up old man

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>still talking to himself instead of quietly enjoying the content like a mature man
shut up and let Ayami have her spotlight. not everything needs to be about you getting attention

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>All canon threads are for shitposting, no one likes canon, and anyone claiming otherwise is a liar.
Shut the FUCK up ZUN, get back to the fucking mines and make me another game or I'll come over there myself you old man.

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shut the fuck up clown. where's the mareni vocaroo you were asked for? you can't do it but you're scared shitless of the quiz too. you don't even know n6 baby words like hairu and mae and got their pitch completely wrong

you're fucking trash man sincerely kys

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'Not only does democracy make every man forget his ancestors, but also clouds their view of their descendants and isolates them from their contemporaries. Each man is for ever thrown back on himself alone, and there is danger that he may be shut up in the solitude of his own heart' (1840).

tbqh i dont like what u guys did with gambs it was fucked up but its no surprise
not one of u has any character or is a real man
if gambs challenged u to a fight all of u would shut up real quick

"Who's gonna marry me? I'm not into most of those village boys."

"...Most." Tenshi replied slowly. Doubtfully.

"Mo- Shut up! Yes, there's a couple boys down there who I think are cute, alright? Doesn't mean I'm gonna go and profess my eternal love to them. That's more of a celestial thing, isn't it?" Marisa snapped the last bit, then waited while Tenshi hummed with musical laughter.

"Alright, alright...Hey, should we go and see if that night sparrow's cart is open?" Tenshi asked, sounding like she did want to do exactly that. "Feels like I've been in the same place for too long."

"Er...Yeah, we could do that..." I decided to leave them be at that point. I'd have to tell Reimu that I'd finally found out the truth about Marisa and Tenshi later. Later, as in, not today, because there was only one thing I wanted right now.

I crossed the grounds and reached the group of dancers. Shifting my way through them, I found Yamame. She'd shifted her mother to someone else. A tall, rakishly handsome man with dark hair that curled and hung down around his face and a lot of stubble that I'd not met before. Well, I supposed he was handsome at least. Akiru certainly seemed to think so, because she had her arms around him like he would never be going home alone. He was taller than me, even, which was fairly impressive. Perhaps he had come from the outside?

Slipping through the dancers, including Satori Komeiji, who seemed exhausting and was being spun around by - by...I squeezed my eyes shut and tried again, and finally caught Koishi, who was practically swinging her sister around with enthusiasm. There was Reiko, who looked very confused by the fact that she was being led in a dance by Yuuka Kazami. That said...They both did have a certain stoicism about them. Huh.

I was only here for one in particular, though, and I slid my hand into Yamame's, feeling her ring against my skin. "Oh, Reiki..." She murmured. "You fell asleep, so I thought I'd just let you rest." It had been a very confusing rest, I replied. Doremy Sweet's words were racing through my mind. All of Yamame's dreams...Well, most of them were my dreams too. How was Yamame doing? "...A little sleepy." She replied.

Just then, the song came to an end. "I'll be letting these two beauties take over for the next one." Raiko announced, hopping off of her drum and letting the biwa girl and the koto girl take to the stage. "I've gotta get in a bit of dancing too, yanno?" She grinned, pushing into the crowd as the music started up again. I wondered where she was going, but it ceased to be a wonder a moment later. "Kisami Kurodani." Raiko said. Yamame and I looked over to see that Raiko had found Ki in the crowd. The spider stared at the drummer, her face aflush. "Care to dance? I can’t guarantee skill, but I can guarantee that if I step on your feet, it’ll be keeping in rhythm" She asked, placing one hand behind her back and reaching the other out to Kisami.

Kisami stammered for a moment, then reached out a trembling hand and laid it upon Raiko's. Immediately, Raiko took her for a spin. "Guess that crush of hers isn't getting better any time soon..." Yamame murmured, watching as Raiko placed her hand on Ki's back to support her. "Well, at least she's not riling up any poor men like usual." That was a bonus, I supposed. "Only for right now. I'm sure she'll be right back at it as soon as she convinces herself that Raiko Horikawa couldn't have possibly asked her to dance." She'd probably have to drink a bit more for that. We could stick around for that. "...I think I've heard enough music for today." She murmured, turned just enough to slide her arm around my back and caress my cheek with her other hand. We could go home, I breathed. Back to Yamame's house. "Our house." She murmured, correcting me. "Let's do that..." Yamame took my hand tightly and squeezed it.

We slipped through the dancers, managing to attract no attention - Or at least, any attention we did attract allowed us to leave. I was certain that a few parties had noticed, but everyone seemed content to let us slip away. "I'm never letting you go. I have your heart, Reiki..." Yamame murmured to me. I had Yamame's heart, too. "And you always will..." She wrapped her arms around me and took to the air.

This probably wasn't what Marisa had in mind when she'd promised romantic fulfilment. It seemed that my heart had been captured by my spider, and my spider's heart had been captured by her human.

There were worse fates, I supposed.

Well, if they'd come to the New Year's Party, they were probably the sort who could handle that sort of thing. I watched her laugh and slap the arm of a man I'd never seen before, then turned back to Yura. Ki might have been...Much more outgoing, but it didn't mean that Yura couldn't do something like that too. Reimu was much easier to talk to than she seemed, as long as you paid attention to when she was starting to get annoyed. That wasn't too hard, either, because she had a very specific annoyed face.

Yura squinted at Ki. "She's drunk already. Honestly, this is why we kept her from going out and about too much in the Hot Spring Town while we were working down there. She just riles everyone up." I watched the top of Ki's kimono slip open slightly, then slightly more. Before she could go from wearing clothes to creatively interpreting the definition of clothes, I caught Yamame's eye. My wife was watching Ki too, and at my look, she got up to go and rescue her sister from the clutches of indecency.

One crisis - Somewhat - resolved, I turned back to Yura and told her that she could start with talking to Reimu and working her way up. I'd even go and tell Reimu so she didn't try and stick a needle between Yura's eyes. "W-Would she do that!?" Yura incredulously asked me, her voice tinged with a little bit of worry. Perhaps I shouldn't have mentioned Reimu's natural behaviour. Instead, I said that no, she probably wouldn't do that...Unless you were actually causing trouble, in which case, she might. Fortunately, Yura didn't strike me as the type to cause trouble like that, so it would surely be fine. "Well, er, no, I wouldn't. Work's fulfilling enough without causing problems outside of it." In which case, Reimu would probably be fine. She might even be happy to talk to her. "I...Don't believe you. Sorry, but...No way, right?" I shrugged slightly. Reimu could be a lot nicer than most people seemed to think.

She was eating vigorously over on the massive blanket that had been laid out. No, she'd not eaten since the morning either, but unlike me, she couldn't survive off so little food that she actively forgot when she'd last eaten. Still, at least she'd be happy, then. Back to Yura, though. She should start talking to the humans that I trusted, and then start expanding outside of that. It was probably the easiest way. What had happened to me was not something that could easily be repeated, so she shouldn't think about my experience too much. It'd only make things harder.

Just...Give it a try, I finally said. Reimu would most likely not stab Yura. "She "most likely" wouldn't? You're...Not filling me with confidence here, brother." Brother...That was something I was still getting used to. "Well, you're part of the family now. I'm gonna try and be as familiar with you as I am with Yams." Well, I didn't mind it, anyway. She could ask Ki to go with her. She'd proven very reliable on that front as far as I was concerned. Even if something usually went wrong. "Um, maybe...I do think I might have been a little too harsh on her during the project, anyway..."

She squeezed her reddish-brown eyes shut for a second and ruffled her hair with a sigh. "Yeah, maybe you're right. I probably should rely on Ki a little more. She'd love it, too." She was currently trying to resist Yamame pulling her kimono tighter around her, loudly complaining that it was hot. "I...Er, I think Yams might need some help, Reiki." I nodded, watching Ki push Yamame off weakly. "Thank you, though. I'll - I'll think about what you said." I nodded, then asked Yura if she wanted a hug. "You're really insistent on those, you know? I mean, I love hugging Yams too, but..." She didn't have to if she didn't want to. "No, it's just - Well, if I'm trying to do what you just suggested, then I shouldn't refuse, should I?" She did stiffen a lot when I wrapped my arms around her, though. It seemed like it would still take a lot more work to get things sorted on that front, but I hoped that she'd be up for it. Once I'd released her, she swallowed. "That - It was a little bit scary, but it wasn't too bad." Progress, then.

We had been talking around the side of Mugenkan, just in front of one of the windows into the corridors. This, I felt, was important to point out in order to explain why the sudden sound of something slapping into said window made me jump and Yura go flying off behind me somewhere. I spun to look at the window, wondering whether Miss Yuuka had decided to do some teasing.

No. No, she had not. That - That was not Miss Yuuka. That was not Elly, either. No, that, pressed against the glass of the window with undisguised hunger, was a very different girl.

Kurodani-Hakurei, I corrected. "Ah, yes...That, too, needs an explanation. Oh, I've a lot to do. You've given me a large workload, young man." I stammered something nonsensical, then reminded her that she wasn't all that much older than I was. "Don't be silly, Reiki. I've got many times more memories than you do." Ah, I supposed that was true. "Now, I believe I will need to ask you a few more-"

At this point, two hands grabbed Akyuu's wrists. Kosuzu Motoori spun her around, the layers of her kimono swinging from the motion. "Akyuu! Don't wander off like that, or I'll have to come looking for you. You promised me that you wouldn't do any Chronicle work today!" Here, Miss Kosuzu took notice of me. "Oh! Mister Reiki!" I'd only seen Miss Kosuzu a few times before, usually as Suzunaan, but once or twice when she had visited Akyuu while she was babysitting me as a child. "I really enjoyed the ceremony! The outfits were so pretty, too!" I smiled and thanked her for her words. "And - I had no idea that Miss Yamame was a youkai...You introduced her to me at the bookstore once, didn't you?" Nodding, I told her that I hadn't really been advertising it at the time. "Oh, don't worry, I can keep a secret. I won't tell anyone in the village." She raised a finger to her lips in a shushing gesture, which seemed...Fairly trustworthy, I supposed. "But - If you or your wife have any books that aren't being used-"

Akyuu slapped a hand over Miss Kosuzu's mouth. "No, I think that's enough of that. Let's not indulge your obsession with collecting books even if it isn't a good idea, or I shall have to call Reimu. Reiki, I'll have to take her somewhere to calm down." I thought for a moment, then suggested the steps of Mugenkan. I was heading in that direction to talk to Shameimaru anyway. "Ah, that'll do. May I ask that you lead the way?"

Nodding, I turned and led the two across the grounds and deposited them at the steps leading up to the top of Mugenkan. I wasn't sure, but I thought that it was more for Akyuu's benefit than Kosuzu's, because the Hieda girl was looking a little tired. Leading them there for the time being, I ascended the steps and placed my hands on the stone railing. "Quite the speech you two gave. Yuuka, too."

Shameimaru squatted on the railing, her camera in her hands. She was in the middle of what I assumed was taking out the previous roll of film and inserting a new one. "Print Shop'll have my head when I try and print all this stuff out..." She muttered under her breath. "Let's see...That many rolls used...This many left...Yeah, should be fine for the party." She nodded, then looked over at me. "Once the sun has sunk just a little bit more, I'm doing pictures for whoever wants to be in them. That's when you'll get the best lighting. The golden hour, I think they call it in the Outside World. It's when you get the best lighting." I nodded and told her that she should probably let people know. "Already did." She said, waving her free hand. Out across the grounds, I could see little squares of paper - What I assumed to be notices. "It should be fine. I want a bunch of just you and Yamame, though. Your dark hair should catch the light well, and it'll make Yamame's look even brighter." I wasn't exactly an experienced photographer, so I just had to trust in her words. "Well, I know what a tripod is actually supposed to be used for, which probably puts me ahead of my boss already."

Curious, I asked Shameimaru if we were really being spied on from the mountain. "Huh? Oh, yeah. Probably got at least a few white wolf tengu watching, and that shut-in waste of print shop space is probably desperately trying to figure out what she needs to search to watch you and Yamame-" At that point, there was a loud laugh from below, cutting Shameimaru off. Looking down, I saw that to my relief, it was just Komachi, who'd finally located Kisami and was talking to her excitedly. Standing opposite Kisami was Hong Meiling. "...There's definitely something weird between those two. You don't just look that much like someone you're not related to at all." I'd seen a bunch of crow tengu in Madame Komakusa's gambling den who'd looked like the spitting image of Aya Shameimaru, so I didn't say anything.

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shut the fuck up old man i just want to upgrade my weapon

"Alone? Feh, sure. Always alone." Yuuma shrugged, squatting back down. There was a strange sort of smile on her face, like she was trying her hardest to clamp down on some sort of emotion. "Tried to coax Chiyari out. She said that she was staying off of the surface until Chupacabras were back in fashion. I heard about this through a very long chain. It seems that Reimu Hakurei told a cat, who told her master, who told her own master. But, along the way, the cat told her friend, who - From what I gather - Was not a fan of the idea. Regardless, the cat's friend - A certain kasha - Told Chiyari, who told me. How was I supposed to know that I would be running into my dear old friend Ran today?" Toutetsu looked up at the shikigami, who merely stood straighter. "Interesting outfit, by the way." She was still speaking to Ran, though I'd thought that she was speaking to me for a moment since plenty of people had already complimented my outfit today. "The restraints are certainly thematic. How is that chain around your neck, Ran? The one Yukari Yakumo put there, I mean?"

Ran proved to have a stronger grasp on her emotions than Yukari ever had, because her eye didn't even twitch before she replied. "I'll make a note for Chen to be more discreet...There are no chains on me, Toutetsu. I am only bound by the will of my master who I've sworn myself to. You, however, continue to live by the shining law of the Animal Realm."

Ran tilted her head. "In the end, which one of us is more bound?" I didn't really get it, but I assumed there was some sort of ideological struggle going on between the two. Of course, I decided not to get involved with the conversation, since I was certain that both of them could talk rings around me. "Me, by the master I choose to serve? Or you, by the rules that you made core to your being?"

"You sure do talk a lot more high and mighty now that you've got someone else pulling your strings." Yuuma murmured. "I'm not here to fight you, Ran. Nor am I here to convince you to leave those tepid waters of yours. I was only here because I was curious as to what this event was." She looked over at me with eyes that seemed guarded. I wondered if that was for my benefit or Ran's. "I was rather surprised to see that it was for the man whose house Chiyari lived in for several months." She tilted her head. "Yamame Kurodani, I assume." I nodded. "As I thought. The two of you certainly seemed close. She's a quite a good fighter, you know. Fought me in the Hell of Blood Pools once upon a time. I won, but plenty have put up a worse fight." Yuuma gave another of those smiles that showed her rows of sharp teeth. "Well...My congratulations." She said, tilting her head. "Having such a close bond with someone is a rare thing." There it was, again. That look in her eyes - That...Guardedness. What was it? Was it really to do with Ran? I knew they knew each other. Ran had mentioned 'Toutetsu' when I'd pushed her slightly too far on something. Yuuma, too...She'd said something when she left my house. She'd heard of a fox buying fried tofu.

...Couldn't be. Could it? Dear old friends, as Yuuma had said. From the Animal Realm. ...Huh. Looks like I'd been right about Ran being from there, too.

"Well, as...Pleasant as your company is, I really do have business to be getting on with." Ran suddenly announced as she straightened up, the slight jingle from her various belts very evident.

"Be seeing you, Toutetsu." She politely bowed, turning and carrying on toward Mugenkan. "And - Once more, good luck with the ceremony." This part was directed to me, and I swallowed slightly nervously. Thus, I was left with Yuuma Toutetsu, who watched the fox's retreating figure silently. She was incredibly hard to read. One moment, she was laughing, and then she'd be threatening, and a moment after that, she'd get a look on her face like she was thinking about something in the past that still hurt like twisting a knife. I couldn't seem to understand her.

"Ran Yakumo..." Yuuma mused, watching the fox go. "Pointless waste of talent." She muttered, looking away. "What a waste, what a waste..." She squeezed her eyes shut for a moment, then shook her head. "Let's put that to one side. I never felt that I properly thanked you for helping me find Chiyari." She'd given me...A lot of money. Like, a lot. Too much, probably. "That was a fraction of a fraction of the Gouyoku Alliance's finances, as recompense for Chiyari living in your house. No, I never thanked you for telling me where she was." Yuuma paused, standing to her full height. She thought. "Chiyari might be - Well, Chiyari, but she's still important to me. First person to be important to me since Ran left. I'll admit that to you, and we'll say no more about it."