/jp/ - Otaku Culture

THREE MONTHS OF THE PROJECT! NICE~!
here's my tribute for the writers to commemorate it! Thanks everyone, hope you enjoy!
https://files.catbox.moe/fh6n4e.webm
sorry if I forgot anyone, will remember to put them in the next…
… trust me~

Smiles, good food and drinks, pure chaos…

… I look at Mima and Yuuka pampering Hana, and it doesn't take a minute before a game of who can pamper more/better starts: Marisa saw that and immediately joined, yelling about, "SENSEI ALWAYS DO BEST!" and pumping her fist; Alice joined with tight and reserved determination and so did Sana and Sara, who were innocently petting Hana’s arms and yelling words of encouragement, compelling her to resist the onslaught; Aunn was still over Tewi—"USA! STOP! YOU DARN HOUND! I'D KILL YOU IF YOU WEREN'T PART OF THE FAMILY!!"—somewhere else. Aya was snapping so many pictures that I began fearing for her wrists. Mamizou talked with a blushing Suzu, pushing her towards the mountain of affection, going on how a "true mother would know how to do things~". The dolls, watching all unfold with wide eyes, knew it was their time to shine and, quick as ever to organize, launched a massive airstrike of hugs upon the poor young Shrine Maiden, literally covering every visible inch of her but the face, which seemed about to burst on just how crimson it was: a bunch of old women hugging her, petting her head and yelling words of happiness, cheering on her future and a great new year that’ll follow, telling her how proud they were, does that to someone.

I sigh, my smile hurting my face.

I wish Anon and Kanako were here—the amount of joy they'd have felt could’ve started a nuclear chain reaction by itself~

… Heheh. Thrilled, I rush towards the mountain of motherly love, decided to imprint my affection on Hana too.

The party proceeded, the mountain of affection dispersing just before the poor girl would pass out, yet the focus on Hana did not: using the opportunity to show off, she began moving in the most incredible, confusing, and marvelous ways possible, boasting about how she was basically untouchable in that state of transmigration between reality and fantasy.

Such words did not bode well with Yuuka, who lectured her on never believing such things—being invincible—, though it was all said with hugs and a very maternal tone, Marisa loudly snickering as she continuously tapped Hana’s back, a juicy and probably embarrassing story behind each word that would make the teenager a deep red within seconds.

Still, at one point, all that emotion gushing into the skies for having her powers marveled at, her efforts recognized, and her heart loved evolved into a blushing Hana dancing a sad attempt on a ceremonial dance… upside down on the ceiling, vines holding her skirt down—up?—so as not to show her panties to the whole world, Yuuka playing a violin made out of a condensed forest—a flowing river beneath the strings changed from raging to pacific with the intonation of the played notes; a waterfall on the far end and a million wood-types of the most pristine composing the body of the violin, the Flower Master playing with a bow made of a bright, fantastic rainbow… Her powers never cease to amaze me—beating her foot against the floor to guide the music, green hair swaying, her smile perfect, eyes shining upon Hana; the dolls circled Hana and did their own little, upside-down dance, constantly hitting each other and sending others flying to all edges of the room; Suzu weirdly trying to follow the rhythm; Mamizou applauding and constantly hyping her up to increase the velocity of the movements, much to the dismay of the mother of two. Alice sang an animated song, a perfect mix with Yuuka’s violin, her voice a dream on itself as she clapped with eyes just like Yuuka's; Sana and Sara on top of the Aunns' shoulders, each one holding a broom and playing fight, probably hearing the music as a battle epic instead of a pure embodiment of joy; Tewi slouched on the couch, looking like she had just crawled out of hell, with a big glass of carrot juice in her left hand. Mima yelled concise dancing instructions to Hana, serious as a coach… The irony was not lost, yet she didn’t seem to care.

Aya, of course, was recording and taking pictures of the festivities, a doll—Shanghai, I believe—playing with her tokin.

I watched, a drink in my hands, my heart about to explode with happiness.

Hana looked like she was having the best day of her life; all the difficulties and anxieties left with the snow outside.

Ah~now this is a birthday party!