/jp/ - Otaku Culture

A breath of fresh air is as meaningful as the truthfulness of the air that enters lungs and filters through capillaries and biological magic to become this all-encompassing energy, travelling with no rhyme or reason up and down and powering up the physical instrument. Before, I had nothing of that, no matter how much I mimicked my mothers and fathers, a quasiexistence that I’d grown used to: it was all I knew… I take another gulp of fresh air, and the hinterlands Mother Meiling sprung during our playtime in this astral plane respond with intoxicating, cold, and rich oxygen, and I nearly rage against what I'd grown used to before it: the mediocrity of a mirror world, so close yet always so far.

I am alive; in my veins runs Ki, and thus I breathe.

Mindlessly I walk the green pasture as I often do when the lump in my throat shaped like Father’s gaze wandering past me—never focusing; never seeing—grows unbearable, delighting myself in the simple act of breathing, hands grazing the unnamed flowers, species impossible to find on Earth, and try thinking of a time… before.

The womb, dark and scary and so humid; watching true mother and father for the first time and attempting to gather any warmth or comfort from them as I waded through this hell, watching in excruciating detail them from thousands of angles, still formless, yet soon realizing how far apart our worlds were, even if I could hold their hands and cry with my face sunken on their clothes. A cage of torture so through and deliberated—debilitating—that days, weeks had passed before I indeed understood what was happening; that Mother Sakuya’s power, activated without my knowledge, paused True Mother and Father in the brief moment where their eyes had met…

… I jolt to a stop, hissing suddenly as my hand snags on a thorny rose, and I swiftly pull it away to my face, eyes wide before narrowing. My lungs fill with the breeze, with oxygen cold and overpowering, living and lullabying, carrying Father’s words and hums, carrying Mother Patchouli’s kindness beneath a facade of ever-pronounced harshness and Mother Meiling’s infinite care and commitment to every action she takes… All while I marvel at the lonesome droplet of blood that gathers on top of my finger.

So innocuously red, so simple and insignificant, a Gap on the edge of my mind ready to open up and heal it in half a second.

Mother Patchouli tells me a story to sleep, one that I already know every single word of, but that I listen contently if for her voice alone; Mother Meiling places the bracelet on the ritual circle, and I nearly drench the paper of my book in tears. M-Mother Patchouli yells at me, and there’s so much worry and despair in her eyes, fear palpable, and soon she deflates and accepts—if wearily—my words.

True Mother and Father’s cheeks on the palm of my hands.

The droplet of blood rivulets down my finger and blesses the ground, and no more follows, the pressure of the skin closing the wound and already starting the healing process… I remain unshakable, eyes widening as my mouth gapes, if just a bit. At the time I had yelled it, making sure the entire world listened; I cried and got so excited my body morphed uncontrollably. I felt, I reacted and with them, I lived.

But just now, in this silence, that it strikes me.

I am alive. I am truly alive.

The world froze, as if holding a breath, and I couldn’t help but wonder: that dark and formless womb, confusion of the shining birth of understanding followed by despair; Mother Sakuya’s power holding me in utter stasis as I tried to grasp existence.

Months followed, the plan put in motion: a bond as strong as the branches of my tree that pierce both the foil of reality and bleed into the underbelly of other planes, sapping energy in and out, and though impossible was my travel through those rifts in space and basic understanding of the cosmos, I still watched and felt it all.

Their faces on my palms, real and warm; their eyes brimming with awe.

Mundus and Atlas hold on for just a second longer their breath…

… And then I mutter to myself, thumb caressing the pressure-shut wound: “It’s been a year.”

It hasn’t, actually, it just feels so because of the slowed-down time and my time stops—and, by technicality, I am not even a day old yet~—but… the massive toothy grin on my face cares little about technicalities, tittering escaping through bared teeth, hands tightly closing into fists, my cap nearly falling off my head as the sheer emotions that rush through me make me want to fold. And the worst of all is that I can’t understand why! Why the knowledge of this ‘milestone’ make me so giddy? Why it makes my heart pound so crushingly and yearn even more for freedom just within grasp—I trust my mothers. I’ll be free—, for a real sky, and real hugs, and warmth abundant? The verdant below, the pierced blue skies above, and my tree looming in the distance offer no answers, only the howling of the winds.

So I seek the next best thing: my Father.

finished the archive and will be posting the next chapter in the Ao3 archive later today!
We're at a total of 930k words...
likely crossing 1 million during the finale and, I fucking bet, it will be with something about Sekai.
The child is goddamn real at this point...

Also, this (>>46328168) is the chapter 1000th chapter of the project!
... And it's the chapter Sekai first shows her power outside her secluded world. This after Yukari's uberdigits too where Sekai first revealed herself to her parents
i-is she playing a prank on us?

“So my mother began crying and saying how much she's sorry for everything, and though I was very mad at first and righteously condemned her, It truly shook up my heart how genuine her words were… But then I woke up the next day wanting to fuck her silly in a subatomic level; some could even say in a non-euclidean style… T-That's a regular thing to feel, right, Marisa-sensei?” Full of expectancy and hope, Hana stared at Marisa. The blonde witch looked immensely disappointed.

Last time in the HSE:
>Anon hangs out with friends, gets blood baptized by Seiga into Tao. Very glad for you, Anon!
>Hana chooses the red-blooded Gensokyan choice of clothing attire, immediately wishes unspeakable deeds upon her biological mother. Then they cry a lot to each other after a Hakurei certified sperg and Hana realizes she's actually changing for the better, though very late to it. It's very emotional;
>Yukari is all happy and dandy with her pregnancy, assures one furious mother that her employee won't be eating her babies—a business lie, of course. Then gets informed by Kasen about the westernalization of her katana—which is based on a western tale…—, goes softly ballistics about it and ends the daywith a dragon bowing to her. She mingles a bunch of trains together to lock said dragon in boring guard duty—very cruel;
>Kasen gets her hopes crushed. Again. The desire to kill herself is starting to sound like her only friend in this cruel world. To make things worst, the next fuck up involves someone she appreciates a lot getting dunked on in Yukari's baby shower, which exarcebates the pain to such a level even Douji comes out to laugh a bit. Kasen is having none of it and finds a bruttish way to deal with her horniness;
>The Jobber Squad keeps on jobbing. Shinki banishes Rikako to the dungeon where she plays the role of a naked 'midget' solving complex equations on a slightly too tall black board to the amusement of Makai's denizens. Proudly annouces her feats about The Sword in the Lake, clueless that in the very next day not only Yukari would undo everything, but also add a layer of protection to the sword in the form of a fucking dragon. Very cool, Shinki. Sariel must be fuckig fuming. Yuuka mulls the idea of rabbit stew now that Tewi is coming back to the 'party'. Marisa is happi after her conversation with Reimu. Futatsuya has packed things to go into hiding away from Yukari, otherwise she's turning into tanuki coat;
>Aya's pregnancy is discovered by Megumu who's ecstatic! And she's also having two boys and two girls! It's extremely cute and she's very happy, which makes the underlying stealing of her genetic code by a eugenics affectionado Eirin that much more morbid… But anyway! She goes to the Moriyans, immediately gets snatched by the froggie and walks into a deal she cannot refuse. Learns more about the curse wound on her face and then goes to meet Kanako, who listened to their very lewd conversation about a particular type of doujinshi. A bit far away into the future, Aya has her face melted by Mokou upon sneaking in hers and Keine's lutherian revolution. Has a cute moment with Aki, the baby, after Keine undoes the timeline fuckup, and gets mogged by Mystia, who had her babies first;
>Takane pursues someone twice her size on foot. Must've looked like a very speedy kid. Meets Hunter-san and Sekibanki's—bang, bang!—sons, gets a crush and has lewd dreams immediately after. Perhaps the HSE atmosphere does that to the brain; can also be called brainrot. Has a nice conversation with Anon and then goes off with Chen to do God knows what;
>Rikako gets banished by Shinki to the shitposting dimension, and is forced now to trudge through a sea of wojack and chad comparison memes. I can't think of a worse outcome;
>Kanako reads and re-reads the same smut doujin a 1001 times, the warmth coming off her face could start nuclear fusion. Decides to go meet the author of her doujinshi, meets /ourgirl/ and cluelessly commissions yet ANOTHER porn magazine of herself. Amazing;
>Momiji performs good ol' physical abuse on literal children so they can grow stronger and more autistic. Anon kindly begs her to stop it;
>In a parallel reality, Reimu and Hana performed a Sailor Moon-tier erotic transformation, entitled to incestuous foreplay and roleplay afterwards… all to trick Kasen into getting bonked by the old Hakurei technique of 'double smacking of gohei on the head'. Reimu has never felt filthier. Hana liked it a lot.
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Cute eldritch god daughter edition
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This thread is for the spinoffs of the spinoffs of a fan work, read below to catch up.
OG work here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43718466/chapters/109935363
Read Hana's story here:
>“Hana Hakurei is the daughter of Reimu Hakurei and her husband, Anon. As the future protector of Gensokyo, Hana was never going to have a normal life, but it was worse than it should have been.”
https://archiveofourown.org/works/52050766/chapters/131634781
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previous thread: >>45774548

>>45839711
you must resist, Anon!
I know happi daughter is too cute, almost impossibly cute, but you must resist!!!
webm version if you want to pause to see each individual frame: https://files.catbox.moe/kcmajk.webm
Just gaslighted myself into a head cannon that when Sekai is too happy she'll be cycling through appearances...