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>>43805857
“I always had suspicions about what you did whenever you ran off, but I wanted to trust you. Now I know. I guess you can’t care about your family anymore, do you Anon?” Mother said, turning off the stone and letting it drop to the floor. “Guess this is for whenever you want to call her over, right? How shameless you two are. How long have you been doing this?”

Marisa was the first to speak up. “What? Reimu no, it’s not like that at all! Just listen to me.”
Mother snorted, not impressed by Marisa’s attempt to explain. “Why else would you have a secret way of calling each other, huh? Go on, give me an excuse” Neither Dad nor Marisa gave an answer, thinking of the right way to phrase it. As they were thinking of the best way to tell her, Mother turned over to me, leaning over and looking me in the eyes. “Now Hana, tell me the truth. Did you ever see Dad and her get close? Did they ever hug or kiss each other? Did they ever send you away while they spend time with each other?” I remember being confused by this question and trying to understand what she was getting at. But even then I understood that saying “Yes” would make things much worse. So I just told the truth.

“Nope, I never saw anything like that”

Mother stood up, a little annoyed at my answer. By then Marisa had figured what she thought was the safest way to phrase what she wanted to say “You see? It’s nothing like that. It’s just that sometimes you treat Anon too rough, so they have to come over to my place until you cool off. I just gave him a way to stay in touch so that if they ever needed me they could contact me. Reimu, you’re hurting them, please understand that. I just can’t stand seeing you like this” Marisa turned her gaze away from Mother, as if it didn’t feel right to just confront her like this after all this time.

Mother seemed to mull over these words, seeming a bit mournful even. But then the familiar look of anger returned to her face. She moved towards the witch. “Oh, so you abandon me for over a decade just like everyone else, and then you expect to swoop on in to play the hero and scold me about how I treat my family, something you know nothing about. Are you that oblivious or did you expect he would let you on his dick if you acted nice enough?”

Dad was quick to interject ‘Ah, Reimu, Hana is listening, maybe you shouldn’t say something like that”

Mother looked back at him and dismissively waved her hand at him “It would be just like you. The thief that always takes from others. Just like you to come on in and steal someone instead of taking the effort to find someone yourself. You haven’t changed since I’ve gotten married!” she flings her arms over her head, getting worked up “I’ve got an important job and duties, a husband, a daughter to raise and teach. You don’t know anything about responsibility! You still live alone in the woods, running a shop nobody goes to. You always leech off the hard work of others, and you always butt in other’s businesses. Why would I listen to you on how to run my life? Just get out”

Marisa tried to act tough and stand her ground, but it was hard to project a confident image when were eyes were welling with tears. Despite that, she got into a stance, right to launch an attack at any moment. “I...You...” She tried to say “You changed too much! If you not going to listen to what I’m saying then I’ll have to make you, I mean it!”

Mother just chuckled. “Oh yes, fight me. Be a homewrecker, destroy the shrine, maybe even get them killed in the crossfire, we all now how you love to hold back. Just know they’ll always wonder why you waited so long to bother to get up and save them. But fight me, then lose. See where that gets you”

Marisa’s will seemed to break. She slumped down. “I...need to head home. I’ll just see you guys later, okay? I need to think about some things” Sniffling, she heading outside, jumped on her broom and flew away. My heart sank. Even if the chance of being saved was slim, it was still a chance. Now that chance was flying away. Mother watched her disappear then she turned her attention on us.

“Now for you two. I’m sure you know what you did. I don’t want anymore secrets, and you better not see the witch again. She’s a bad influence, understood?” We both nodded, almost by reflex. “Anon, you know prove your fidelity to me. I’ll be in the bedroom. Don’t disappoint me, I need this. Hana, you do the rest of the chores around here and don’t interrupt me or dad, understood?” I started to tidy things up in the room as Dad obediently followed Mom to the bedroom. After a few hours had passed and I had finished up my chores, they had left the bedroom to make dinner. I noticed Dad had a few more bruises.

>>33528065
the really tragic thing is that this was 1st posted on christmas day: >>/jp/?task=search&ghost=yes&search_text=Almost+a+decade+passed+since

When I was in college there was a girl I hanged with. One day one of the professors started hitting on her, and gave her his number.
She was ambivalent about writing back, and she asked my opinion. I said: "do what you want". They began dating and the guy turned out to be a sleazy piece of garbage but that doesn't matter.

Almost a decade passed since, yet I think of that moment everyone in a while. Why did she ask my opinion? Because she wanted me to stop her. And perhaps I knew that she wanted me to, but I didn't.
Why? Because you are supposed to be stoical.
Because caring is a weakness.
Because god forgive we believe in things like love or romance, or anything not buried in sixteen layers of irony. This is how we do things in the west.

I read about Lyger pushing Matsuri into the arms of an apex pro player, and congratulating
her on her wedding in her roommate account.
This is probably a rrat, but I can believe it. You have to pretend to be detached. People will mock you for falling in love with a vtuber. Everything you do must be ironically. You have to pretend you don't care, and that you will be happy as long as your girl is happy. Fuck that.
Japs have many defects but at least they are sincere on this thing alone: they don't cuck out pretending they are fine with anything.

Today, I stand as a part of a collective entity called "chat", and the circumstances repeat.
This time I won't say " do what you want'.
You will do that anyway.
This time I will say: "No. Don't write him back. I want you for us, the chat, and for us alone. Lets go full parasocial. Lets make Watame codepency with her chat look like a joke. I don't want you collabing with men. You must love only us. This is selfish, but we are selfish. Fuck Lyger, fuck my older self, and fuck all the anti idolfags. Lets go together down the path to hell."

And of course, the females and the trannies will screech at this, and call me a schizo. Let them.

They will think I will try to become a stalker, but they don't get it. I don't want to have a gf, I don't want to be an individual. I want to be a fan. I want the true idol experience, the one that the japs have. I am done with this ironic shit.

I am done pretending I don't want to care. A life of playing it safe has left me unbruised and unscarred. This time I want it to hurt.
Non idolfags have fifteen western vtuber groups to get their "real women" experience from. Let us have this one for us, at least, and for you as well, because one day you too will get tired of keeping face.

Normies get out. Ironic weeb get out. Twichkiddos get out. /qa/ jannies get out.
Fuck you all. Long live idol culture.

>>31235781
Well, since we brought this topic off, I might get out this chest.

When I was in college there was a girl I hanged with. One day one of the professors started hitting on her, and gave her his number.
She was ambivalent about writing back, and she asked my opinion. I said: "do what you want". They began dating and the guy turned out to be a sleazy piece of garbage but that doesn't matter.

Almost a decade passed since, yet I think of that moment everyone in a while. Why did she ask my opinion? Because she wanted me to stop her. And perhaps I knew that she wanted me to, but I didn't.
Why? Because you are supposed to be stoical.
Because caring is a weakness.
Because god forgive we believe in things like love or romance, or anything not buried in sixteen layers of irony. This is how we do things in the west.

I read about Lyger pushing Matsuri into the arms of an apex pro player, and congratulating
her on her wedding in her roommate account.
This is probably a rrat, but I can believe it. You have to pretend to be detached. People will mock you for falling in love with a vtuber. Everything you do must be ironically. You have to pretend you don't care, and that you will be happy as long as your girl is happy. Fuck that.
Japs have many defects but at least they are sincere on this thing alone: they don't cuck out pretending they are fine with anything.

Today, I stand as a part of a collective entity called "chat", and the circumstances repeat.
This time I won't say " do what you want'.
You will do that anyway.
This time I will say: "No. Don't write him back. I want you for us, the chat, and for us alone. Lets go full parasocial. Lets make Watame codepency with her chat look like a joke. I don't want you collabing with men. You must love only us. This is selfish, but we are selfish. Fuck Lyger, fuck my older self, and fuck all the anti idolfags. Lets go together down the path to hell."

And of course, the females and the trannies will screech at this, and call me a schizo. Let them.

They will think I will try to become a stalker, but they don't get it. I don't want to have a gf, I don't want to be an individual. I want to be a fan. I want the true idol experience, the one that the japs have. I am done with this ironic shit.

I am done pretending I don't want to care. A life of playing it safe has left me unbruised and unscarred. This time I want it to hurt.
Non idolfags have fifteen western vtuber groups to get their "real women" experience from. Let us have this one for us, at least, and for you as well, because one day you too will get tired of keeping face.

Normies get out. Ironic weeb get out. Twichkiddos get out. /qa/ jannies get out.
Fuck you all. Long live idol culture.