/jp/ - Otaku Culture

>>47073505
just two more threads~

>>46727827
Anon... it's a flashback~

>>46654113
I wouldn't count on that, Anon.

>>46625698


This moment of terror went on for an eternity, though it couldn’t have been more than a minute or so until that enormous force once again descended upon her. The explosive voice of her mother paused for a second, Hana hoped it was over, but instead of being roughly dropped she jerked to the side. Her arms did nothing to protect her as the open palm of her mother only helped to add a few knuckles to the strike.

A second blow followed a moment after and saw her finally dropped onto the ground, one cheek stung the other ached numbly. The drop was short and by the time got her bearings she had acquired new aches and bruises, the dull pain in her gut made itself known as her side flashed in pain. Hana felt tired and loopy now despite the pain that would normally keep her wide awake, but she knew she couldn’t rest yet or it’d just make mother angrier and father sad. Still, the fear in her limbs kept her from even trying to run, so instead she curled up as her mother’s shouts rang out into the empty air.

Hana never remembered making a sound, not a cry nor peep during the entire ordeal, but that must have been wrong. Because not soon after it started her mother’s attention was drawn away, and a new voice, that of her father’s, entered into the air. It was frantic and forceful, yet even then she could hear the fear in his voice; it didn’t matter however, to Hana his voice and arms felt like the only refuge in the world.

The battered child started feeling sleepy again, but perked herself up by listening into his voice. His voice was desperate and his muscles were tense, Hana knew that there was no real protection as he went back and forth with mother, yet it was the only lifeline she had to work with. She clung to it greedily as the desperation seemed to win out, her face buried in the crook of her father’s arm.

By the time the young miko dared to peek her head out of the little world she clung to her mother’s voice had lost its hateful edge. Her father’s hand stroked her back gently, both arms pressing her against him like she’d fly away with the slightest breeze, careful not to disturb the safety she found she glances at her two parents; her father’s face was as every bit as desperate as his voice, “I know, I know! A-after I’m done with Hana I’ll get more offerings ready, but she needs to rest!”

The mask of rage the oni-miko wore abated somewhat from earlier, “Rest?” a note of renewed rage entered her voice, “I told you that those seals need to be maintained every season, that damn bitch would see this place ripped apart again and you know that!”

At that her father’s voice grew stern, though Hana noticed that voice rarely having a real effect on mother, “No! She can’t, look at what you did to her! Her face is swelling already and I don’t know if you broke anything, do you even know what you just did to our Hana?!”

A pang of fear entered her body, she knew that provoking mother wasn’t an option and that father always did his best to make her happy, so why? With dread she looked over at her mother, predicting endless rage incarnate, instead the oni’s mask faltered. Something like the look Marisa used to make when she left that final time all those years ago flashed across her features, just the shadow of it really. However, it seemed enough to abate the explosive rage expected, “…Fine… Get that dead weight taken care of and hurry it up, I’ll give her till evening to rest…”

>>46248065
>>46248081

[All entries of the HSE here in chronological posting order!]
>>45324110 | part 1
>>45324120 | part 2
>>45324127 | part 3
>>45324134 | part 4
>>45324150 | part 5
>>45324163 | part 6
>>45407358 | part 7
>>45442424 | part 8
>>45515189 | part 9
>>45587647 | part 10
>>45774613 | part 11
>>45888588 | part 12

[last thread chapters]
>>45889942 | 12-13-Yuuka
>>45889964 |
>>45898136 | 2-Reimu/Hana alternative incest timeline mistake
>>45906904 | 14-15-Mokou
>>45906913 |
>>45915457 | 27-28-Yukari
>>45927850 |
>>45933621 | 56-57-Ran/Chen
>>45933636 |
>>45936797 | 147-148-Hana
>>45936805 |
>>45944626 | 29-Yukari
>>45947687 | 9-12-Marisa
>>45947701 |
>>45947722 |
>>45947738 |
>>45955259 | 30-33-Yukari
>>45968303 |
>>45968318 |
>>45968337 |
>>45982865 | 58-60-Ran/Chen
>>45982870 |
>>45982880 |
>>45988983 | 149-150-Hana
>>45988992 |
>>45989060 | 34-37-Yukari
>>45999985 |
>>46000000 |
>>46000015 |
>>46014878 | 1-Random pregnant Npc-chan
>>46016576 | 162-163-Yamashiro/Seija
>>46016584 |
>>46019552 | 16-Mokou
>>46025736 | 81-Aya
>>46026610 | 151-152-Hana
>>46026619 |
>>46030105 | 82-84-Aya
>>46030127 |
>>46038677 |
>>46046547 | 17-18-Mokou
>>46046551 |
>>46059468 | 13-14-Marisa
>>46063223 |
>>46071024 | 164-165-Yamashiro/Seija
>>46071028 |
>>46078427 | 153-Hana
>>46078996 | 61-Ran/Chen
>>46082284 | 85-86-Aya
>>46082296 |
>>46084609 | 25-26-Kosuzu
>>46084627 |
(918 entries)

[for phoneanons that can't access the dead threads, here's the last thread. Link to all others in the 'all entries']:
>>/jp/thread/45888560 | 21st thread

>>45781282
>All it takes is someone deciding to be an asshole and write a post up
would be considered overstepping boundaries and unfit with the story's lore -- Hana not feeling an ounce of lust towards Reimu --, and, like what happened to Rikakoanon, ignored and made not canon.
>Besides it feels inevitable at this point doesn't it?
doubtful it'll happen in the main story at all. In an alt-ending probably will, but in the main story we have
>Hana doesn't feel attraction towards Reimu
>unlike traumatized Anon at the beginning, Reimu has a spine to tell Hana 'no' and knows what Yukari did, so would think Hana's advances are a byproduct of that, ultimately denying her
it's a fun shitpost, true, but that's it.

>>45668887
>>45668898
>>45668910
yup, managed to get it today and not take a year to do it~
that's the hag bickering! Ayaanon is next!
everyone have a nice new year!

>>45430096

Hana knew she should leave now, but that overwhelming sense of curiosity compelled her forward. Kasen wasn’t around so…

On the walls there was the occasional scroll of some panoramic drawing, but between them there were other stranger kinds of posters. She couldn’t tell what material they were made of that made them so shiny, but there were posters of the famous prismriver trio; the image of them jamming out under a large cherry blossom tree. There was another poster, showing the winners of the war of faith in stylized poses and outfits. There was yet another poster next to a display case showing a black silhouette between a green and pink one, it seemed they were carrying some sort of tools in their hands with the words, ‘Last show of the famous ‘Oni Pink’ get tickets NOW’. There were many more, too much to take in all at once.

Hana had felt like she’d seen too much, but in a display case were all sorts of little odds and ends, figurines of some kind made out of unusual material… A strange noh mask or two… A hexagonal pillar with a shimenawa draped around it sitting next to a stylized version of a curiously familiar straw-hat with eyes, and a green leaf with a stylized frog and snake making up its veins; it was a strangely familiar shade…

It’d been a while, and she needed to go. Last thing she’d want was Kasen finding her here like this, to break the small trust she’d built up so quick. As she turned to go however, something caught her eye, something she was subconsciously trying to ignore till now. A simple chest of drawers by the wardrobe, the dark varnished set of drawers was unassuming and plain. That said, something about them made her uneasy, some kind of energy that she wanted to avoid. It was a sort malice she’d never felt before, it was deep and vicious, the kind that a mortal would never be able to match.

It frightened Hana, terrified her. If she didn’t feel something holding it back, she’d have run out of there screaming. She felt a whisp of the divine blessing of the Hakurei god suffusing the malice, yet even then she could feel the malice notice her.

Hana took a step towards the drawers… No… what was she…? Her vision started going dark just as her mind raised its alarm bells. She wanted to run but something made her take another step forward, no! She didn’t want to get closer! She felt terror she hadn’t felt in a long time, she was utterly powerless as her mind faded. An inky blackness overcame her vision and the last she felt was the sensation of a smooth metallic handle in her hand.

Good day!
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>>45338486
>Hanna
>Hana
>Hanah
>Hannah
she's a gal of many names…