/jp/ - Otaku Culture

>>46620054
I think I'm too sleepy and I misunderstood the post. You're getting your grail!

>>46618141
She’s just a misunderstood soul.

>>46615119
>seminar presentation
Don't worry, you misunderstood and it's actually going to be a semenal presentation

>>46592794
I think you misunderstood the post

>>46558144
usually doesn't mean always, and the likelihood of you finding a cute chinese misunderstood woman is much higher in a chinese graveyard. The solution? Move to China to be your wife.

>>46558116
>a cute, dominating cosplaying misunderstood wife
>we do mischevious deeds together
what more could a man ask for? Get yourself a Chinese wife, boys!

>>46557834
I'm starting to believe you people are only saying this to be funny. She CANT be that bad. Sure she can be a bit devious but I really doubt she's pure evil. I bet she's just misunderstood

>>46529902
You misunderstood, it's me that doesn't like mahjong

>>46519661
>She was already the age of a grandmother you chucklefuck. She even states this when having sex with the adventurer.
Are you stupid? she's oldest than any person in the village and her body is artificial, she gets pregnant after tampering with her body when she was with the adventurer and gave birth, you even see her pregnant and after all that there's a timeskip in which her grandson visits her, implying that she gave birth, her kid grew up and had its own family. How did you misunderstood it so badly?

>>46515338
are you ok? it's fine to revisit grammar and vocab you've misunderstood as you're just starting out

>>46387820

A powerlessness crept up her spine in the dark of that room, as did the urge to roll over onto her belly. She shifted again, burrowing back into position as her juban grew tighter around her arms and chest, the friction pulling on her layered sleepwear and threatening to grow restrictive in her mindless rolling. Worst yet, sleep didn’t feel like it was coming easily tonight, the inky black of her room seemed to goad out her musings from earlier. Once again, that deep pit of despair that lived in the bottom of her belly re-opened and threatened to wash her soul in that staggering guilt and regret.

A part of Hana’s mind groaned, she hated nights like this more than anything and screwed her eyes shut tightly as if it would help relax her mind quicker. She knew it was a fool’s errand as flashes of the party, flashes of the meeting, flashes of the last few days, flashes of the last few months, and more little bits and associations began to remake themselves in her mind. The complex emotions of lust and shame formed and tinged her tired thoughts with the realizations made and reaffirmed many times over. Kasen’s torment she helped extend, getting used by Yukari when she trusted her the most, the way her mother seemed so desperate to throw herself away for the mere chance of some sort of redemption…

It was a unique tapestry of grinding regret and crushing pain that danced once more in her head as she flipped her body onto her back with all the fatigue of a kappa on a summertime hike. Her juban seemed to tighten more as the cloth twisted and wrapped around her body further, its too-small size only getting in the way of her sleep more than aiding it. Hana couldn’t help but feel some frustration forming like scum on the top of the bubbling cauldron as the sleepwear tucked into where the buried miko’s body where it met the futon.

Once again, she couldn’t help but see the image form back then, of how desperate she clung to Yukari’s kindness in spite of the real love she received from those she pretended were her judge and jury. How she chose again and again, that dream of a sickly-sweet life where the hollow husk of her father and that spider of a women would love her in ways she could never admit. A life she knew even then would be built on his suffering and her own delusion, yet she believed it was the only way forward for herself. How she played spy on those she should’ve loved the most, nearly revealing all she knew of that weird white haired goddess’s plan, not that Hana could understand what any of the details meant anyways. Speaking of, was she really Alice’s mom? Hana could’ve sworn she heard from Marisa that Alice only really lived in Makai at one point…

Popping her head out of the blanket a little further the snug miko embraced the chill that seeped into the exposed flesh of her neck and collar bone. She opened her eyes, for all good that did, the inky black more than enough to let her mind roam free and recall it’s more vivid delusions of recent past: That it’d be Yukari to free her, an idea that festered over months, and that Yukari was simply misunderstood. Hana thought she could crack whatever shell Yukari built around herself and save her and father in one fell swoop, that everything could be resolved like in the stories her father told of the old parties and incidents that used to be the shrine’s pulse. Maybe Hana could’ve helped her if she pushed Yukari harder, tried understanding her from the start, and show her that affection no one knew she so desperately desired.

Yukari was… She is… Hana couldn’t deny what she saw at that party and what she heard, even if things got blurry towards the end. She saw the way Yukari treated her dear friends and taunted them, even if Yukari’s words of love were so comforting when they were alone, even though she wanted to believe that her friends simply didn’t understand anything. Yukari’s eyes as she stripped her down were predatory, and Hana was the prey. It still sent a chill down her back, with how similar her eyes were to the times Hana was preyed upon by force and threat of… Those eyes…

In those deep amethyst eyes Hana wanted to see affection, she wanted to see the thoughtful women that could enchant as easily as she could walk, the fierce kindness and playfulness that Hana had glimpsed in part during their more wholesome moments. However, her mother’s words and the fullness of Hana’s own actions done at the behest of Yukari seemed to sink in. In a way, Hana was responsible for Kasen’s situation. For all she knew Yukari had used her as a bargaining chip, or method of control over Kasen like the crestfallen miko knew she does to father. For all she knew Yukari may have used her infiltration to plant the seeds of Kasen’s destruction, they both got rather distracted after all…

>>46489512
>playing with her emotions
I think you misunderstood what I was doing this for

>>46486890
Mokou was just sad and misunderstood

I refuse to take the 'sokyo black pill.
My waifu IS misunderstood and she WILL love me dearly.

Mikodanye is just misunderstood

>>46484200
You must have misunderstood me, the video was posted as "sensitive content" so none of the web downloaders will work because they can't get past the censor.

>>46465406
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“Thousands of years, you say.” I give her a gaze of knives and Meiling's reaction follows accordingly, her face paling as perplexity settles.

My chest tightens with the quickly fading adrenaline and lightheadedness, but I push through; our time is much more limited than I'd thought. Taking action is a must. I put together my hands and drew from my worn-down well of magic for a teleport.

“H-Huh, I think she's stronger than the Kung Fu masters I know, heh…” I sigh, but ultimately decide blaming Meiling for being unaware of the effects of her technique on an emergent goddess inside her own world would be asinine. Forming the teleport takes longer than expected—owe that to the burning magic well—, heart throbbing at watching the crack slightly increase with the seconds, Meiling promptly readying her combat stance… Still, Meiling's burnout is obvious: the blood loss finally showing its effects with shallow-than-normal breaths and trembling arms and legs, signs of diminishing supply of adrenaline.

Taking on Sekai again with all these piled up would be suicide…

But we don't need to. “We're leaving this place today.” I mutter, the teleport opening between us. Meiling waited for me to go first before following; her eyes laser focused on the growing golden crack, dust of the same color falling in cascades and coating the grass. The golden pillar loomed in front of us, protecting the two people inside like most precious treasures, and the destroyed shrine was beautifully covered in moss, plants, and flowers of all shapes—a testament to nature's victory in the face of the horrors women like Yukari can concoct. I wasted no time and snatched the gilded key from around my neck and plunged it against the pillar, the information contained in the key draining into the structure of the pillar and, within a second, turning the massive monument into swiftly crumbling iridescent dust, giving us access to Yukari and Anon stuck in slowed-down time, which meant Sekai still has control here and Sakuya's distance manipulation wasn't coincidental.

Good.

“Brat, this is my last warning: bring us to thy world, or your father perishes!” I yell, hiding the difficulty in standing from Meiling, her emerald eyes firmly on the fracture hundreds of kilometers away from us.

Sekai doesn't answer, and I tsk’d, nervous.

“… So be it.” I kneel by Anon, ignoring his nudity and placing my hands on his chest, molding the last rune of death into existence slowly, taking as much time as possible as to pressure the goddess into hearing us…

Why aren’t you doing something, Sekai?!

“Lady Patchouli?” Meiling calls, her tone worried. She knows we don't have a way to fight back should Sekai not interfere and let her father die, a thought that conflicts directly with the nature of all this ordeal; it was all premeditated! Sekai did all this to get to her father, using us as vehicles…

So why doesn’t she answer?!

… What'd it mean if she’d let her father die? Have I misunderstood something? Has Meiling's technique offset something beyond Sekai’s control?! B-But that doesn't align with what's already established! It'd be a catastrophe if I'd kill an innocent man for things I don't understand, Anon even more…

Here and now, hands on his chest, carving his death, it dawns on me that, even though highly omnipotent, Sekai can commit mistakes.

Her entire plan was flawed; I understood that during our war…

… I look into Anon's eyes, a light there I didn't see when I first came here one year ago.

One year watching as, slowly, that darkness was subsided—not erased but reshaped into strength that kept him alive and human—a hope so unparalleled one would have a hard time thinking of him as a simple man.

And I may end up killing him for nothing, dooming mine and Meiling's souls, then the entirety of Gensokyo—

—A hand falls on my shoulder—powerful and heavy, yet very soft. Calming. I turn my eyes away from Anon and toward Meiling, my frown creased, just now noticing my trembling hands, wide eyes, and clenching heart. The shame… Meiling bears a soft smile. “Lady Patchouli… Patchy, you are the smartest person I know, and your confidence has often inspired me. I don't understand your plan or Sekai's, but I trust that what you're doing is the best for us, and Sekai that she loves Anon too much to let him die.” Her hand squeezes tighter, her smile fading into something ironclad. “Don't lose this battle! You're taking us out of this place today! And I beg you, Lady Patchouli, that when we leave… Let me teach you the ways of the Ki so we can heal your body!”

W-What?

My eyes wide; using Ki… to heal my body? I never thought of that, nor asked Meiling if it was even possible. The way she talked, it was.

With steady hands again, I turn back to the rune of death as it reaches its final stages. “A chance to gain more knowledge? Hm. Satisfactory… Thank you, Meiling.”

“Anything for you, Lady Patchouli~!” Her face softens. “… With you, this hell was bearable.”

I hope Chunrun gets sick and has to retire.
Nice guy here, btw. Just misunderstood.

>>46427354
>when I spam hundreds of unwanted pictures and purposefully change the filenames so you can't filter them, that's not me being an attention whore, just misunderstood

>>46426447
Imagine that you completely misunderstood me from the beginning and I am actually a really nice person. She is like that. She is how you should have known me if things hadn't gone wrong from the beginning. A better version.

>>46407090
>Suisei is the villainess
What did Cover mean by this? Are we going the villainess was misunderstood route or the villainess was actually evil route

>>46336558
Misunderstood

>>46315606
She was misunderstood

>tiktok full of kids dancing sexually and are too dumb to understand they can make money this way
sirs i thought javfus were forced into their lifestyles are they just simply misunderstood whores?