/jp/ - Otaku Culture

Her books are unattended, filthy tomes containing some of the most repulsive and unacceptable forms of magic, I would never utter a spell from such badly constructed trollop, though over time they have gathered more than enough dust to choke the likes of a Demon king to death.

I cast a simple wind spell.

The wind and dust infected air travel straight towards her, and like the cold vacuum of space suck all air from her weak shriveled lungs.

Gasping for air she quickly falls on the floor in sheer agony, trying her hardest to expel the many dust particles from her body. Moving forward, I transform into mist and proceed to pump my being inside of her making sure to keep one hand materialized to keep her restrained.
However, looking into her body I see her frailty and weakness, I decide to scrap my previous plans of stripping her of her flesh and binding them into her books, as her body would simply not be able to take it.

Instead, a more agonizing and sinister method comes to mind.

Her books are unattended, filthy tomes containing some of the most repulsive and unacceptable forms of magic, I would never utter a spell from such badly constructed trollop, though over time they have gathered more than enough dust to choke the likes of a Demon king to death.

I cast a simple wind spell.

The wind and dust infected air travel straight towards her, and like the cold vacuum of space suck all air from her weak shriveled lungs.

Gasping for air she quickly falls on the floor in sheer agony, trying her hardest to expel the many dust particles from her body. Moving forward, I transform into mist and proceed to pump my being inside of her making sure to keep one hand materialized to keep her restrained.
However, looking into her body I see her frailty and weakness, I decide to scrap my previous plans of stripping her of her flesh and binding them into her books, as her body would simply not be able to take it.

Instead, a more agonizing and sinister method comes to mind.

I Pump.
Inside and out my weightless form goes, taking in with it air and dust, much to her discomfort, as I keep her alive by brining in air then taking it away from her, only to choke her some more using dust particles.

In and out.
In and out.
In and out
In and out In and out
She is writhing around on the floor,
Quicker I move.
In and out In and outIn and out In and out In and out In and out In and outIn and out In and out In andoutInandoutInandoutInandoutInandoutInandoutInandout In and out In and outIn andoutInandoutInnd utIn andout InandoutIn and out In and out In andoutInandoutInandoutInandoutInandoutInandoutInandout


CLIMAX.

Her books are unattended, filthy tomes containing some of the most repulsive and unacceptable forms of magic, I would never utter a spell from such badly constructed trollop, though over time they have gathered more than enough dust to choke the likes of a Demon king to death.

I cast a simple wind spell.

The wind and dust infected air travel straight towards her, and like the cold vacuum of space suck all air from her weak shriveled lungs.

Gasping for air she quickly falls on the floor in sheer agony, trying her hardest to expel the many dust particles from her body. Moving forward, I transform into mist and proceed to pump my being inside of her making sure to keep one hand materialized to keep her restrained.
However, looking into her body I see her frailty and weakness, I decide to scrap my previous plans of stripping her of her flesh and binding them into her books, as her body would simply not be able to take it.

Instead, a more agonizing and sinister method comes to mind.

I Pump.
Inside and out my weightless form goes, taking in with it air and dust, much to her discomfort, as I keep her alive by brining in air then taking it away from her, only to choke her some more using dust particles.

In and out.
In and out.
In and out
In and out In and out
She is writhing around on the floor,
Quicker I move.
In and out In and outIn and out In and out In and out In and out In and outIn and out In and out In andoutInandoutInandoutInandoutInandoutInandoutInandout In and out In and outIn and out In and out In and out In and out In and outIn and out In and out In andoutInandoutInandoutInandoutInandoutInandoutInandout


CLIMAX.

>>7205148
>Marisa dies.
>Patchouli hears this.
>Locks her self in her room using various magical seals
>SDM crew try to coax her out yet to no avail.
>Finally force the door down thanks to Flandre.
>Koakuma walks in.
>See Patchy dead on her chair next to a picture that was taken with her and Marisa when they first went outside together.
>Bitch tears.
>SDM Funeral proceedings.
>Alice watching from far away.
>After everyone has departed her goes up to the grave.
>SUDDENLY EVIL BITCH SMILE AND BLOODSHOT EYES
>Yandere as fuck, Alice switched mushrooms in Marisa’s soup, thus, poisoning her.
>Says how much she hated Patchy for slowly taking Marisa away from her.
>SUDDENLY MARIA SHOWS UP AS A MUTILATED stitched up zombie doll.
>Lifeless as she is, Alice stars to puppeteer her in the insane mind frame that she’s alive
>Alice then proceeds to make out with her new undead wife, in front of the grave
> Using their mixed saliva they spit on her grave.
> They Leave.
……
>RISE FROM YOUR GRAVE
>REVENGE QUEST TO RELIVE MARISA’S TRAPPED BODY FROM THIS EARTH AND DESTROY ALICE.

I made it better, what do I win?
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If an enemy who diregards da RULZ who has abilities similar to NVRNQSR OR ALUCARD (OM NOM NOM YOU ARE A PART OF ME) were to enter gensokyo, how fucked would the populace be?

>Inb4 anon knows nothing about this

PACHU,PACHU,PACHU,PACHU,

Patchouli has asthma.

get it through your heads /jp/ she is easy to kill.