/jp/ - Otaku Culture

>>46417874
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It's hard to watch; my mind screaming for me to do something…

I stay back anyway, heart thumping and dying a little more as blood cascades down the silk and greases the soil, Keine's back still as an iron wall as she wrote on the infinite paper. Wounds pilling like that'd mean nothing to me or Kags, but for Keine…? A foot rhythmically hitting the ground, arms all tense and shivering like crazy, body trembling and eyes trying to turn away yet never doing so: 'do something, do something—just do something!'

Unable to stay still anymore, I was about to rush to Eientei to fetch someone—anyone—to heal her wounds, blood cool and Blue Moon above shining just as radiantly as one hour ago when this excruciating process started—

“Mokou.” Keine's voice is serene, as if everything under her right elbow wasn't raw, bleeding flesh. “Stay here. Please. I need you.” She turns her face ever so slightly to me, and it's all that's necessary for me to stay, heart about to jump off my chest and mind frenzied with the sights. Squatting, I joined my hands in front of my face as if I hadn’t forsaken the gods, teeth clenched…

It’s so very tiring; tomorrow is just the beginning if we do win.

Here, in this messy and egotistical mind, I do wish we'd lose, that this rebellion crashes and burns. I'd then take my wife and my kids and leave; show them a beautiful world beyond the confines of this barrier. “Are those your true feelings, Mokou~?”

Her voice makes me freeze, wide eyes lifting. Keine wasn't sitting anymore, holding the sealed scroll with her left hand—the right one resembling that of a skinned corpse. But that doesn't matter! D-Did I say all that bullshit out loud?! An acidic feeling begins accumulating behind my eyes as my mind rushes for excuses, words to save this situation. “K-Keine, I, those words—s-sorry—”

“I don't mind, Mokou.”

Perplexity washes over me like permafrost and, staring at her, I frown… She's still in her hakutaku form, her tail slowly wagging and eyes gazing deeply into the moon of fire, the light dancing beautifully on her pupils.

Confusion settles as I get up and approach her. “… Keine?” I call.

“Ten, fifty years into the future—I am still yours, Mokou.” There's a small smile on her face, though her words confuse me. What the fuck is she talking about? “… The Blue Moon is special, Mokou. Fire from the depths of this world layers over the moon and together they create this majestic, extraordinary event. Only under this moon can I write this message to you.” H-Huh? “Under this blue moon of ours is the only time I can write my own destiny.”

A moment of silence and, with broadening eyes, it finally clicks. Her hakutaku powers…?!

“… Are our kiddos fine? Did the revolution succeed? H-How many years into the future?” The words are utterly desperate, though on the inside an overwhelming relief blossoms; nothing bad will happen tomorrow. She'll be safe.

She smiles before negating with her head. “Sorry, Mokou.” Keine then turns her back to me and gazes again into the moon. “… Don't forget why you're fighting. For the livelihood of our friends, so Mystia can be happy, so Kosuzu won't face judgment for being a good person… A Gensokyo free of the likes of Seiga and Yukari. For me, for our kids, fight.” Her voice has this sheer cadence that straightens my spine; it feels like being a child again receiving orders—!

She walks away, the scroll opening as her maimed hand hovers above the bloodied silk, a subtle glow there.

What's she doing…?

“Fight for me, for I'll fight for every good soul in Gensokyo.”

Then she just… Pulls a handle out of the scroll, a blade forming as she stops to be directly underneath the blue moon—one that strikes me as extremely familiar—and gently points the tip of the ordinary sword towards it, blood having bathed the blade already—

—without warning, the blue moon falls from the skies like a legend, instincts screaming for me to rush and save Keine—

“Power gained means nothing, Mokou.” She commands, stopping my mad dash. Keine placidly gazes at the falling moon. “It's fated to die and wither away; it'll not command presence nor authority and all that look upon its use will know it. It'll be inevitably taken away, leaving behind a rotted core. Without that power, the host is nothing.” The moon, a meteor of blue fire… Is stopped by the tip of the sword, standing still as if a leaf on top of a fence. Keine hadn't as much as flinched. “Power must be acquired through test and fire, honed to its perfection and fought for, so when it is taken away, nothing changes.” Slowly, the unmoving moon is drawn into the sword, taking form of a tornado being devoured by the folded steel. “Do know one single thing, my beloved:” Unnoticed, an ember of fire leaves her heart. “This power will not define me.”

With the moon gone, she sheathes the sword into the scroll.

“… Keep this a secret, will you?”

I merely nod, and, as her hakutaku form vanishes, Keine passes out with a sweet smile.

>>46303494
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I'll do what I can for them. Protect, be there…

The inside is cozy, unlike the sheer cold that was outside—though I cannot feel the cold, there's just something about the warmth a house produces that no flame can mimic.

The twins play inside their cradle, moved to the living room so Keine has easier access to them during the day; their wings draped in warmers and bodies almost comically stiff with the amount of clothing—a massive pile of papers and folders litters the dining and coffee tables, pens, and a lot of discarded papers. Plans, routes, what to do when the revolution either takes power, crashes and burns, or something else entirely…

But my eyes are not on that; rather, on the platinum beauty holding a knife that slowly cuts vegetables. Her smile lifts as she shoots me a side-eye look. “Good evening, Mokou!” Her eyes never leave the knife, her voice full of joy. I stop by the cradle, playing and petting the twins' wings, who tenderly flap them up and down. Love—if not, the gleam in their eyes as they relished in the caressing through the many cloth layers would've said it.

“… I'm home.” I move towards her in the kitchen. “How was the day?”

“Full to the brim. The other Youkai representatives had much to say about the news that came out of the meeting yesterday—good and bad. A lot of good, yet the bad struck deep.” She sighs, her eyes always on the knife, as I'd taught her. “I did clear up the misconceptions, though; Mystia was a saving grace… Ah, it was so stressful—hey, I'm cooking~” She mewls as I place myself behind her and gently hug her waist, resting my chin on top of her head after plating a kiss there… Keine's smile turns a little thoughtful as she reaches for my cheek, putting the knife to the side. “The meeting with Kaguya didn't go so well?”

Live like every moment is the last.

It'll come that single moment where, indeed, it'll be the last…

“Keine.”

“Hm?” She turns in the hug, hands against my chest, eyes staring at mine from below… They soften, seeing something I cannot fathom… “Mo—”

“Wanna go have a picnic on the moon?”

She blinks. “… H-Huh?”

A surge of adrenaline, sudden like the atomic bomb. “Get some sandwiches, baby bottles, orange juice, or anything you like!”

“M-Mokou?! What're you talking about—”

I catch Keine's shoulders and pull her up like a doll, kissing her so passionately I could feel the moment she started to melt. “You have no FUCKING idea how much I love you, Keine! I love my kids!!” I laugh, holding my forehead for some reason. “I want to show you so many pretty sights—our kids beautiful landscapes! Take you everywhere, give you the world—make you three the happiest people on Earth!”

So little time, so much to do; so much love to show.

So many regrets I don't wanna bear when the last star burns away.

Keine blinks, searching something in my wild eyes for a moment, silence spreading… Then a reluctant smile grows there: “Kaguya-san helped a lot, I see; your smile is so genuine~” I blink, confused, but she comes first. “Okay! Let's have a picnic on the moon; I’ll prepare the twins.”

My smile grows to oceanic proportions.

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The cold winter night in Gensokyo was calm, silent. Dark as all winters are…

… Then a thin beam of pure fire erupted towards the sky around the area of the Forest of the Lost, all the way up, disappearing amidst the clouds. Those who saw it didn't question; Danmaku duels, after all, don't know night or day.

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“… I-I'm sorry…”

It turns out flying from the Earth to the Moon with nothing but fire is a very tall request, so we had to settle for something somewhat tamer.

Mt. Fuji’s summit, of course.

In the middle of a winter night, there were no people around, so Mokou lit a circle of fire around us, cozy like the inside of our home, and we set the blanket on the snow, placed the basket full of food much heartier than sandwiches—tempura, ginkgo sweets, very spicy fish cuisine, both meat and vegetarian rice balls and sake for ourselves, and, ‘course, baby bottles for the twins—, and…

We just basked in the view together.

The clutching darkness and blazing neon lights stunned Aki; Mochi tried munching on snow. Mokou mumbled non-stop apologies for not flying us to the moon~

My stress vanished like a marshmallow above flames as I rested my head on her chest, enjoying the soft wind inside the fire ring. “Don't be sorry. It's a beautiful view.” I nearly sang, petting Mochi's wings as I ate my rice ball~so much cultural heritage…

“Could've been the moon… but I'm a dumbass!” Her head falls with a sigh. Aki takes hold of her hair, pulling on it while giggling. “Oy, stop it, brat!” She quarrels with the laughing baby; seeing fun things ensuing, Mochi flies to participate, and I can't resist laughing as Mokou—harmlessly—pulls on Aki's wings, calling it revenge; the babies laugh in joy~

I don’t know what happened to Mokou…

… But whatever it was, I’m glad our family makes her—us~—so happy.

Memories like these are to be cherished.

(1/4)
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Looking into the abyss is human nature.

Its impossible depth and its wonders are what draw you in, descent rather insidiously effortless—I swing the gohei rhythmically, flames and embers fly sporadically in arches as if a ritualistic dance, wings weightless and naked body—femininity protected by flames—moving with youthful vigor—and soon you reach the bottom of such an abyss… where nothing lies but dust and darkness. It wasn't a worthwhile journey…

To ascend out of these depths, then...

It feels—felt—impossible…

My wings beat faster than I anticipated, obscuring my vision with a sea of red and white, gohei striking loose a rock near the pond—but a cloud of dust now—easy recovery a product of experience. I take a moment to find my breath again and calm my mind, eyes closing—stillness settles straightaway, a feat that'd have mystified little me three decades ago~

The cool morning wind hits my face and naked body, flickers these flames, and waves the holy cloth attached to the gohei between my fingers. My free hand rises—hesitates for a second—then, softly, touches those sweet drawings on the skin of my expression; inside, memories of a scarf of red and white.

But with help, things get easier…

… It's nice to not be alone.

A low rumble of wood reaches my ears, my wings retreating to a still position—not really ‘still’: the flames swim from within my skin, cascade the entire extension of the wings, and then return inside, like an endless loop—a natural smile spreading as I turn to meet Hana's gaze. She’s dressed in her miko uniform, with warm clothing layers over it and the crocheted mittens I made for her the night before; brooch on her hair and boots on her feet; the cherry on top the pristine green ascot~no, scratch that: that devious smile and gleaming eyes of a childish evilness... Now that's the crown's jewel~ “Why are you laughing? Is there something on my face?” She seems to need all her self-control not to burst out laughing. “Eh, it doesn't matter. Did you eat breakfast?”

She nods. “I-I did… Thanks.” She squirmed a bit, a nudge of pain and anger calmly destroyed inside. It's been my fault for 17 years. I have no delusions nor do I blame her.

“Good—I was just finishing my training.” It's embarrassing to be technically naked in front of her, so I'm glad I had the hindsight to cloak myself on fire.

Her eyes dodged the drawings on my face and gawked at the towering wings on my back. “… You didn't use that fire during our duel or your float ability.” It felt like an accusation.

I gave a deadpan blink. “Well, yes. I didn't want you dead.” She sulked, and I was about to laugh, but recalled yesterday—heh—and turned to face the pond instead. “Feel free to do whatever. I'll be meditating; remember to stay within a radius of 500 m.” Inside such range, I'll be able to immediately reach Hana if I feel a spike of that bitch's power—

“I’d like to…” I halt in my tracks and turn to face Hana, who was still standing there, clearly uncomfortable, though she looked at my expression and nearly lost her cool. “M-Meditate with you.”

I… blinked, staring her in the eyes, perplexed; why'd she want that? Why now? With me…?

“T-The fire is not gonna hurt me, right? And the flames will c-cover us, so there's no problem there… I guess?” She glances at me inquisitively, and, dumbfounded, I nod positively.

…

… Wow.

It was very, very tough not to glow in joy the moment my chest puffed with air, heart thumping and hands sweating, brain a mess. Meditating with her…

“… S-sure.” I mumble, blink, and then, suddenly energized, exclaim, “Sure, Hana! Uh… Well, I'll go ahead, prepare things—when you're ready, just walk into the fire. It won't hurt you.” Hana frantically nods and with a quick step, I march to the middle of the pond, wings mingling to create a massive cocoon-like dome, me in the center, water below glistering…

None of that mattered.

My hand over my mouth hurt, but it wasn’t enough to hide my giggles: She wants to meditate with me~

It's been over a decade…

Hana never did fully get the hang of meditation, but that’s expected considering her teacher… Nevertheless, she still wants to be here with me. My head spins and tittering is barely restrained, arms and knees trembling as I get down to my usual meditation pose, a bliss unlike any other, making the fire sing.

To my side rests my gohei, and with closed eyes I see the abyss of darkness, an abyss I had drifted to the very bottom and found nothing of worth.

Worthless life, worthless time…

A spasm of the fire prompts me to quickly clear off my tears—when did I…?—, lines of fire shielding the ink from smudging, and glance towards the breach in the fire dome, a flustered Hana entering with her eyes shut, and I can’t help but laugh. She shakes, takes a peek, and, with huge eyes, drinks from the atmosphere—a tunic of fire covers her.

If it can be used for her and his sake, then the hellish climb will have been worth it.

… It’s very nice to not be alone~

>>45880449
all i've heard about playing with fire is that it's cool and you should do it

We love these girls so much. We often wake up surrounded by fire, but that fire is just our tears.

>>45799308
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The snow is strong, but the cold doesn't bother me.

That woman does.

Firming my feet, I leave the ground with a silent yet powerful impulse, speeding through foliage and accumulated snow, eyes blazing irons… Still, my heart beat as if a blast furnace; legs shaking, stomach twisting, throat constricted.

Images of my twins, of Keine—happiness I won't find anywhere else—, an echo of Kaguya's words… Visions of blood… The feedback loop is crushing, yet I trudge forward. Fire hissed beneath my fingernails, flowing white hair under the setting sun, blasting through a thicket with soles landing on the ground, snow screaming as it was blitzed into a melted state, vapor expanding and rising with the pressure change.

My eyes, two stigmata, lift…

Seiga Kaku stares back with a wicked smile—she wears a Yakumo's uniform. “My~you noticed me fast! It just took ten whole minutes!” The mockery was like a bucket of water on my lava-coated heart.

“What do you want, Yakumo scum?!” More of those—more varmints trying to destroy my family; take what's mine… Flames dance, pleading for the cremation of the hermit until she fertilizes the blooms of spring.

“Nothing, nothing. Just interested in some words that got to me—that school teacher is bold; softly overthrowing a government would never end well back in my homeland,” she taps her chin, a chisel in her hand. “We prefer the method of just killing all enemies and taking over power~with your immortality and her power, I doubt you two couldn't do the same.”

“That says more about you than us, freak—now, what the fuck do you want from us?!” A ball of fire snaps from my left hand, eclipsing sunlight and refracting on the snow like an iridescent rainbow. Seiga looks thrilled.

“If that says something about me, is that I usually win!” The rage builds inside like a massive campfire. “Bleh, you’re cute but vastly boring. Not my type.” She shrugs with a sigh. “Anyway—I was just watching, you know? Yukari likes to know about what goes on around her, and a protest in the Human Village can be bad for our business. So I was gathering information!”

The fire rises. “You haven't relayed the information yet…” I mumble, yet she giggles, nodding slowly.

Silence.

I can see a small cut carved in the earth beneath her, probably her escape plan. A droplet of sweat rolled across my neck; muscles tensioned all over, prepared. Seiga wasn't much behind, swirling the chisel and light of Danmaku shining on its very tip…

The world sang with an upcoming duel, the air heaving.

“Also, Mokou-tan~” Her voice had an alarming omen to it. “Your babies… They look very tasty; I'd like love raw—”

Fire is a violent storm, and the tree behind Seiga transforms into a raging pyre. The blue woman was already on the move when a torrent of Danmaku fell upon her like hellfire, her laughter following the attack being just more fuel, and with winds of fire I'm upon her, movements of old martial arts combined with the wrathful fire licking on her skin and clothes, though she opens what resembles gaps in my legs and arms with that chisel of hers, passing through the wide attacks but not the flames themselves.

The pride of each flowing move and dodge of hers is accompanied by bouts of Danmaku, one particular nasty one hitting the side—

—half my face comes flying off in an exodus of blood, bone, and brain matter, littering the snow. Seiga howls with joy. “Wow, so you have a brain~!”

Rigor mortis settles in, knees widespread and blood pouring from my open face—until an inundation of fire surfaces, flesh growing like roots, a new half-face taking place: same wrath portrayed there as the flames border the sides of the closed wound, hair growing back and aligning with the rest of my scalp. “So you're a bitch that doesn't play by the rules…?” She snickers, twirling her chisel. I gazed at her, fire licking my arms. “… Good.”

Before she has time to say another word of bullshit, an ablaze hand is holding her face.

Her brain can only react; utter fear—

—A deluge of flames explodes like a spewing volcano, cracking the sound barrier like a mighty thunder. The sheer quantity of whitish vapor rising from the carbonized forest resembles indeed the aftermath of a volcanic eruption…

Seiga, thrown some feet back by the strength of the flames, stares at me with a fast breath, her face open in two…

Alive, anyway. She used the chisel on herself. Smart.

But hardly enough; her whole body is shaken, trauma coursing through her like a nasty virus. I brush a knuckle against my mouth, cleaning the dirt; flames surround me like a ghostly bird, its tail sizzling the snow and eyes deep on Seiga. “Heh… V-Very nice, Mokou-chan~” I narrow my eyes with her incessant mockery.

… Something feels off about all this…

But I don't care; ready to continue fighting, same for Seiga—

—until, from a wound of bloodshot eyes behind her that suddenly appeared, comes a hand that lands on her shoulder.

Seiga froze, then sighed. “Ow~fun’s over.”

>>45680341
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What is this? What is happening here?! A moment ago, everything was lost; our sweet Hana was being taken away and our every word would be used against us. Then, Gensokyo's most infamous woman waltzed in out of nowhere and… Fought back. The last time I saw her, she was nothing but a stammering drunkard; her life, talents—wasted. A woman of falling strength, fated to die in silence and misery…

… A woman no one had any hope for.

Tears streamed, my arms holding dear to Hana's head, who stared in dead silence at the miko's eyes of iron, not a smidgen of weakness there as she exuded an unparalleled pressure in the air akin to a heavy gas. Yuuka's mouth was a line, watching in expectancy; Mima had a small and calm smile, eyes sharp, Alice looked as shocked as I, and… Marisa was impossible to discern. Those eyes that watched in confused awe were eyes that only experience could explain. And, as I turned to Yukari and saw that her breath had hitched, that words had escaped her… I opened the widest of grins. Of course, we were fools! We were fighting a monster by her own rules, bringing us to her level, threading on glass, trying to discern facades!

Reimu came, exposed everything, and fought Yukari head-on.

Those words of hers—the comparison—no matter how delusional Hana's thoughts of Yukari might be: those are words she'll never be able to disregard, to turn her face away—bitter truths, direct from the source.

Yukari never expected this, and so she lost.

It tastes sweet. If I could, I'd kiss Reimu right here and now.

She doesn't await Hana’s answer, 'tsk'ing as her eyes go to that wicked statue again. "You knew your father never liked gold, Hana? He'd say it could be beautiful, but more often than not, it was twisted to show off more than to pass an actual message. A symbol of wealth, of greediness… I scoffed at the beginning, but recently, it really rubbed on me." Swiftly, she marched towards the statue, oozing confidence; Yukari doesn't even move, watching with a frown, and I ask myself why she's not using her Gap…

The sudden, sheer pressure filling the air answers the question. Reimu stops in front of the statue, her Gohei brandished—w-wait, what?! She expects to do anything to it with the—

"Sorry for the mess, Alice."

—She swings the Gohei in a hammering motion; a flash happens, and the gold and marble sink into the ground in an explosion, chilling my spine and raising a cloud of dust; the furniture shakes like if a true earthquake had just happened.

What the fuck?!

Crackling of fire is heard as the dust slowly settles. Marisa laughs maddeningly, hiding her eyes, the mix of feelings reaching critical mass; Alice sighs, though still with a slim smile; Mima's smile resembles a knife's edge; Yuuka watches, inspired.

Hana… I can't put it into words.

Yukari's eyes are wide and stony, dissecting Reimu as if a lab rat; her tight hold on her parasol exposes her true feelings.

Behind the red miko, infernal crimson flames consume what remains of the statue, gold turning to a puddle and heavy marble crumbling; the sinful thing no better than rubble. Confusion, though, spreads like those raging flames that frame her threatening figure; what are their origins? It's clearly not danmaku; it's not a spellcard either… "What are those flames, Reimu?" Yukari asks, voice raspy, facade of sweetness gone.

"You'll know, Yukari. Soon."

A second of heavy silence hangs, suffocating…

… Then, with a calm smile, Yukari turns to Hana. "I'll be taking my leave, dear Hana. Know that I don't blame you for this. I love you, and you're welcome back home anytime! Your mama and papa will be waiting for you!" There's no answer; Hana's wide eyes stare at her as if under a new, awful light. Yukari reacts to none of it; she might've lost here, but that doesn't mean she won't keep on the fight. She's relentless, after all. "And Reimu… I take you have fallen to your mother's level?" The red miko doesn't answer, which prompts a terrifying smile to spread on Yukari's face, the Gap blossoming behind her, taking over all the wall, bloodshot eyes wide. "… I wonder if you'll have the same ending—mercilessly killed by a friend."

Without another word, she entered the Gap—

—"AND DON'T FUCKING COME BACK!" Marisa gets up, fumblingly taking off her shoe and, with all the might of a very angry 4'9 tall pregnant lady, throws it inside the Gap. A Gap teared above her head and the shoe came flying off it, easily caught by Mima's staff. Marisa had already thrown her second shoe when the Gap closed, the shoe breaking one of the windows. Alice sighed. The witch looked proud anyway, chest swelling with wild breaths, smile shaky, eyes shining.

"What a primal way of expressing anger." Mima uttered, hand holding Hana's.

… Marisa turned, looking at everyone, then Reimu…

A second later, she collapsed from exhaustion. Yuuka gently caught her before she hit the ground.

The crimson fire burned still, Hana staring intensely at her mother’s back.

>>45609951
Fire is good

>>44694896
>>44761127
Thanks anons, I managed to get them clear them both, though Shikieiki's was a lot worse having Reimu's bullshit as the final boss. Missed my self-imposed deadline unfortunately.
Holding fire is such a cheap trick that really exposes the flaw in all the Phantasmagoria style games, especially against CPU (besides the internal suicide timer), and completely lost any love that has grown for those games as I cleared them all this month.
>>44762458
Yeah I would've thought the same, but it's for 1cc completion rather than story honestly. Just disappointed I had to lose my Extra mode virginity to PoFV instead of something I like better like IN or EoSD.

>>44546109
Not yet, I started out autoing everything and didn't bother with tower at the start of the game. Also my lightning and shadow teams weren't strong enough to clear on their days since I was putting all of my resources into Meruel and didn't have any to spare for Tamaki. After rolling Lillie, S.Sasha, and S.Ana both of those towers became really easy, so I'm just time gated now. Fire is the only tower I'm still struggling with even with Mahamut and Ana. Hopefully it gets easier once I get Mahamut's accessory.

>they had a PSA telling Ruffians not to play with fire because fire is hot and you could get burned

Man this really is a kids program

>>44004134
She herself is really cool, so eating fire is no problem.

>demonic symbol appears suddenly in my living room one day when I'm playing vidya
>bursts into green flames to reveal a demon girl
>"Behold sinner! I am here to claim your heart full of dark desires! Your refusal to attend church and constant masturbatory acts have put you at odds with your Guardian Angel, who has abandoned you since, leaving you vulnerable to the eyes of Pandemonium that lurk in the shadows! Now I have come to make you one of ours an-"
>steadily drift from paying her chuuni monologue any attention to noticing the green fire is fucking spreading to the walls and the ceiling
>thinking for a second, that's just special effects, right?
>suddenly a piece of the ceiling breaks down and falls near me
>jump up screaming and grab the Demon by the hand suddenly and startle her as I run out of the front door through a cloud of building smoke
>turn back and see my whole fucking house getting consumed by the fire from her stupid chuuni entry and burning down slowly
OH FOR FUCKS SAKE
I'VE HAD IT WITH THESE CHUUNI MAMONO AND THEIR GRANDSTANDING
Now what am I supposed to do!?! My house is on fire!

>>43584014
>>43584001
>>43583982
>>43584022
To top Berisa, Higuchi, Yuuka and Fire is a major accomplishment

>>43398514
>burns your dick
>molests you as a child
>snooty
All of the other fire grils are outgoing and passionate. Phoenix is a flaming pedo who can’t social. Making anons piss fire is one thing, but the anti-social attitude is too much. If you want to be invited to fewer parties after getting magic herpes, you can nail a hebi instead. They manage shrines, and are therefore more social than firebirds. Phoenix, the only mamono who turns you into a babydick, is a flame type. It’s sooo embarrassing.

In case it hasn't been mentioned yet, the MGR discord has included multiple people stating KC has said he's fine with the patreon Q&A info being shared, he just doesn't want it all quoted verbatim.

And on that note, malef dragon fire is basically a sexy version of amatarasu from Naruto. It devours regular dragon fire, and clings to people it hits, not going out until they fulfill their sexual desires. Until this happens they will walk around engulfed in black flames.

Also, malef dragons and dragonewts may ally with the extremist monster faction at times, but due to their pride and goals (namely dragon prosperity), they will not be subordinate to the extremists.

>>42125200
>Then death and Hades were thrown into the lake of fire
>The lake of fire is the second death
>Anyone whose name was not found written in the book of life was thrown into the lake of fire
Sounds like something chuuni Rika would definitely say

>>41817244
Fire is Flare's domain

>Our Takekoshi Fire is a great BOSS ️‍
>And each member is indispensable, and it is the strongest team.

>>40585001
>Fire is Terrific
She's also a graduate. Cope.

>>40584985
Fire is Terrific
Higashimura is a Tranny.

>So Fire is a T
Holy cope, T.

So here's some monster girl trivia we've gotten courtesy of KC answering questions on Patreon. I'll reword the info for clarity but you can view KC's words in full here: http://monstergirlsredux.com/viewtopic.php?f=13&t=1164&start=40

1. The spell of anthropomorphosis can be used instinctively rather than learned, allowing women who have recently monsterized to hide their changed form. In fact, monsterized humans are often better at using anthropomorphosis than natural born monsters since they were human originally.

2. While its not that unusual for a monster girl's home to be reinforced/sturdy, it's not something the average home has either. Monsters are only overwhelming strong at "maximum output", and are good enough at controlling their strength that even a wurm is likely to accidentally break a door by knocking on it and such.

3. Undead being able to reproduce applies to those with entirely spiritual bodies as well, like phantoms and will-o-wisps, since they are a "race" rather than just a spirit.

4. A cupid has four wings and they are shaped like hagoromo, i.e. something variously translated as heavenly raiment, a robe of feathers, a feather mantle, heavenly kimono of tennin, etc.

5. The blue and red lines extending from a chimaera's shoulders are lines of magical power. They do not hinder her movement given they are made of mana, and they simply extend if she raises her arms.

6. The "treasure ball/jewel" on the chest of every dragon family monster is a solidification of the dragon's mighty magic that is formed from her body. If it is removed she simply grows another one. The jewel can be used in the creation of various magical tools and armors.

7. Wyverns can breathe fire, though the fire is not as powerful as dragon fire.

8. The "hands" covering the ryu's breasts are not hands but scales that grow in the shape of hands.

9. Oomukades have a shell with centipede legs attached on their upper arms, though it is hard to see in the profile image. As with so many parts, they often make it disappear during sex.

10. Krakens are mysterious beings. Part of their "clothing" is actually a membrane their body grows, and part of it is real clothes they wear. But it is not clear where one ends and the other begins.

>>39185110
ok kid, try and find me another member who is still in the group that is both cute and sexy (fire is pretty much gone)