/jp/ - Otaku Culture

below follows all the entries in chronological posting order:
>>44783853 | 1-4-Yukari starts the HSE, unfortunately
>>44783859 |
>>44783865 |
>>44783869 |
>>44789500 | 1-2-Hana regrets everything
>>44797583 |
>>44801201 | 1-Marisa jobbs
>>44808699 | 3-Hana
>>44813876 | 2-Marisa
>>44823600 | 4-Hana
>>44824137 | 1-Chen makes frens
>>44826502 | 5-7-Hana
>>44827141 |
>>44827779 |
>>44828232 | 2-Chen
>>44828303 | 8-Hana
>>44829240 | 1-2-Aya gets a scoop
>>44829742 |
>>44830460 | 1-Ran conspires to save Anon
>>44830530 | 3-Chen
>>44831787 | 3-5 Aya
>>44831959 |
>>44832166 |
>>44833004 | 2-Ran/Chen
>>44833632 | 6-8-Aya
>>44833913 |
>>44834188 |
>>44836175 | 3-Ran/Chen
>>44837584 | 1-Kasen, sadly the hammer type
>>44838354 | 4-Ran/Chen
>>44838572 | 1-Hijiri does things not recommended to monks
>>44838849 | 1-Yuuka destroys Anon's pelvis
>>44839020 | 5-Ran/Chen
>>44840553 | 1-2-Reisen gets a bad case of heathbleed
>>44840644 |
>>44841739 | 9-Aya
>>44842051 | 2-Hijiri
>>44842176 | 1-Yukari has commit sins aplenty
>>44842793 | 10-Aya
>>44843053 | 3-Hijiri
>>44843501 | 11-12-Aya
>>44843706 |
>>44844619 | 6-Ran/Chen
>>44846129 | 4-Hijiri
>>44846904 | 1-Toutetsu does goat things
>>44847934 | 1-Alice, the femcel
>>44848916 | 7-Ran/Chen
>>44849075 | 13-14-Aya
>>44849823 |
>>44851670 | 2-Toutetsu
>>44852394 | 15-Aya
>>44856869 | 2-Yukari

>>45037608
(part 2)
>>44857107 | 8-Ran/Chen
>>44857828 | 3-Yukari
>>44859128 | 9-Ran/Chen
>>44860148 | 16-17-Aya
>>44861513 |
>>44861980 | 3-Marisa
>>44862210 | 1-Okina jobbs
>>44863801 | 1-Kanako also jobbs, but cutely
>>44865416 | 4-Yukari
>>44869347 | 1-Seiga converts Anon to tao
>>44869783 | 3-Toutetsu
>>44871249 | 18-Aya
>>44871671 | 5-Yukari
>>44875949 | 9-10 Hana
>>44876544 |
>>44878300 | 1-Patchouli does detective work
>>44878759 | 10-Ran/Chen
>>44879741 | 19-20-Aya
>>44881701 |
>>44881786 | 4-Toutetsu
>>44886059 | 6-7-Yukari
>>44886659 |
>>44887390 | 11-12-Ran/Chen
>>44889812 |
>>44890248 | 11-Hana
>>44890814 | 21-Aya
>>44891520 | 1-Youmu/Yuyuko saves us
>>44896317 | 13-Ran/Chen
>>44897089 | 2-Patchouli
>>44897477 | 12-Hana
>>44897833 | 2-Youmu/Yuyuko
>>44897919 | 1-2-Seija is my favorite retard
>>44898943 |
>>44899064 | 5-Toutetsu
>>44899119 | 3-Youmu/Yuyuko
>>44900150 | 8-9-Yukari
>>44900352 |
>>44900601 | 22-Aya
>>44903464 | 3-Reisen
>>44903607 | 14-Ran/Chen
>>44905197 | 23-Aya
>>44906051 | 1-Nazrin does a little bit of trolling
>>44906510 | 1-2-Tewi does it for the family
>>44906965 |
>>44907154 | 1-Ran/Aya promote the perks of healthy competition
>>44907384 | 3-Tewi
>>44908592 | 24-Aya
>>44908918 | 4-Tewi
>>44909105 | 25-Aya
>>44909220 | 4-Youmu/Yuyuko
>>44909263 | 26-Aya
>>44909353 | 5-Tewi
>>44911312 | 1-2-Reimu fucked up big-time
>>44912652 |
>>44913719 | 2-Ran/Aya
>>44914774 | 10-Yukari
>>44915111 | 13-16-Hana
>>44916379 |
>>44917697 |
>>44918036 |
>>44918148 | 1-3-Yamashiro is our unsung hero
>>44918170 |
>>44918191 |
>>44918347 | 15-Ran/Chen
>>44924744 | 17-18-Hana
>>44925132 |
>>44925254 | 3-4-Patchouli
>>44925265 |
>>44925872 | 19-21-Hana
>>44926335 |
>>44926709 |
>>44927409 | 6-Toutetsu
>>44931860 | 1-Mima (lol, lmao)
>>44933112 | 1-Cirno, the coolest fairy
>>44933132 | 7-Toutetsu
>>44933611 | 2-Mima
>>44934207 | 2-3-Cirno

>>45037616
(part 3)
>>44934207 |
>>44934368 | 3-Mima
>>44935149 | 4-Cirno
>>44935409 | 2-Yuuka
>>44935615 | 4-Mima
>>44935923 | 2-3 Alice (Shanghai, the doll)
>>44936519 |
>>44937250 | 5-Mima
>>44937732 | 5-6-Yamashiro
>>44937742 |
>>44938226 | 19-21-Hana
>>44938409 |
>>44938736 |
>>44942709 | 4-Cirno
>>44942784 | 6-Mima
>>44944278 | 16-Ran/Chen
>>44945041 | 5-6-Cirno
>>44945060 |
>>44945869 | 22-23-Hana
>>44947647 |
>>44947675 | 17-Ran/Chen
>>44950744 | 24-Hana
>>44951188 | 7-Cirno
>>44951243 | 25-26-Hana
>>44952493 |
>>44955030 | 1-Shou is not having a good time
>>44955143 | 18-Ran/Chen
>>44955880 | 7-9-Yamashiro
>>44955891 |
>>44955900 |
>>44956184 | 27-Hana
>>44957621 | 11-Yukari
>>44959795 | 4-Alice
>>44964702 | 4-Reisen
>>44966321 | 19-20-Ran/Chen
>>44966328 |
>>44967465 | 10-12-Yamashiro
>>44967473 |
>>44967476 |
>>44967784 | 1-2-Evil Nazrin, Chizasu; the broken cheese soup eater
>>44967812 |
>>44969267 | 5-Reisen
>>44972984 | 12-Yukari
>>44973031 | 21-Ran/Chen
>>44973594 | 1-2-Junko comes, sees, adopts
>>44973614 |
>>44973752 | 6-Reisen
>>44975642 | 13-16-Yamashiro
>>44975651 |
>>44975677 |
>>44975699 |
>>44982466 | 22-23-Ran/Chen
>>44982473 |
>>44984190 | 1-Genji... :(
>>44984244 | 13-Yukari
>>44984612 | 17-20-Yamashiro
>>44984628 |
>>44984638 |
>>44984652 |
>>44984847 | 28-Hana
>>44993555 | 1-Momiji awoos and get fucked
>>44994352 | 2-Okina
>>44994577 | 2-Momiji
>>44995493 | 27-Aya
>>44996217 | 21-23-Yamashiro
>>44996233 |
>>44996253 |
>>44997641 | 29-30-Hana
>>44998503 |
>>44998741 | 24-Ran/Chen
>>44998996 | 3-Evil Nazin, Chizasu
>>44999273 | 31-32-Hana
>>44999754 |
>>45000620 | 1-3-Rikako and Lemontene open a lemonade stand
>>45000634 |
>>45000657 |
>>45000831 | 24-27-Yamashiro
>>45000837 |
>>45000845 |
>>45000859 |
>>45004812 | 3-Momiji
>>45007083 | 3-Okina
>>45009988 | 28-Aya
>>45010541 | 25-Ran/Chen
>>45015046 | 1-3-Hata no Kokoro is searching for our favorite autistic, heart-throbbing girl

>>45037626
(and, fucking finally, part 4)
>>45016324 |
>>45018993 |
>>45019978 | 28-32-Yamashiro
>>45019995 |
>>45020008 |
>>45020023 |
>>45020036 |
>>45021307 | 4-Hata no Kokoro
>>45021686 | 1-Yuugi learns about the birds and the bees
>>45022345 | 29-Aya
>>45022717 | 2-Yuugi
>>45023522 | 8-Toutetsu
>>45023676 | 30-Aya
>>45023914 | 33-36-Yamashiro
>>45023923 |
>>45023935 |
>>45023945 |
>>45024014 | 3-4-Yuugi
>>45024332 |
>>45024409 | 31-32-Aya
>>45024760 |
>>45029254 | 5-Hata no Kokoro
>>45029834 | 33-Hana
>>45030600 | 26-Ran/Chen
>>45030706 | 6-Kokoro
>>45030840 | 33-Aya
>>45031498 | 1-Kosuzu will save us with her detective skills
>>45031643 | 34-Aya
>>45032173 | 1-Marisa's dad is one stubbed toe away from meeting Eiki
>>45033088 | 3-Reimu
for phoneanons that can't acess the dead threads, here's all of them:
>>/jp/thread/44478667#p44783853 | starting point
>>/jp/thread/44802165 | first proper thread
>>/jp/thread/44846425 | second thread
>>/jp/thread/44889557 | third thread
>>/jp/thread/44930736 | fourth thread
>>/jp/thread/44991041 | fifth thread

Thanks for baking, I couldn't post new threads thanks to hiroshimoot personally bullying me.

>>45037710
fucking rangeban man...

I wonder if we'll get combined Kasen by the end of this?

>>45037968
it'd certainly be cathartic and avenge her hammer actions, but that's up to Yukarianon
though, I don't know if he intends to write Kasen's and Anon's sessions of how to be more assertive
I want to do it if he isn't intending to do so

>>45037984
I was planning to have Yukari gaslight her into reforming for added protection but feel free. I already have my hands full writing Hana and Yukari plus little side stories like the oni sex ed story

>>45038000
thanks!

>>45037984
yeah but you'd be replacing the sex oni with the yandere bipolar oni, so I'm not sure that's much of an improvement
she'd immediately demolish the whole building to get at anon

>>45038026
>replacing the sex oni with the yandere bipolar oni
h-hot!

>>45038026
Yukari's side did need a buff after all

>>45038072
yeah but even yukari's not dumb enough to let ibaraki-douji run around unchecked, which means she'll need a contingency to seal her again, which means that she'll need a fragment of the blade that cut her arm off in the first place and reimu to use it with fantasy seals like in WaHH
all of which is probably getting too close to having the factions cross over

>>45038089
Its not like Yukari doesn't know her considering she was likely still whole when Ibaraki helped create gensokyo.
I'd imagine that Yukari knows how to manage her to some extent.

>>45031498
I adjust my hat to be a bit lower on my head and pull up my coat. The cool autumn day made it perfect for walking around covered up without attracting too much attention. It seemed like I wasn’t the only one with that idea, as I spied plenty of figures shuffling around the street covered up enough that one couldn’t recognize them on sight. I guess I would blend right in. As long as I didn't attract too much attention to myself I shouldn’t get found out. It might be interesting to read stories where the villains find the good guy is investigating them so they have them beat up, but it wouldn’t be too much time to actually live through it.


I turned my attention to the the Hakurei Shrine Experience itself. For a brothel, it was certainly conspicuous, with a sign boldly announcing its existence to everyone on a street that used to be a normal. At least they held a bit back and had some sense of decency. My kids had seen the place a few months back and asked me if they could go. I was too busy trying to dislodge my heart from my throat to give them a solid answer, but I was lucky they were too young to hear all the rumors about the place. I unfortunately, was not. How did things turn out like this? I met him when he was just an Outsider getting used to his new life. He’d become a customer of the Suzunaan back then, and sometimes he would help me understand details from Outside World books I had picked up. Then of course came the wedding, surprising us all. Then came the news of Reimu’s behavior and the birth of their daughter. After that, the visits from the Hakurei family slowly tampered off into nothing until Anon showed up to visit after he had left his wife. He had seemed so happy back then, wanting to catch up on what had happened since we had last met. So why, Anon? Why do this?

I was going to get answers. I made my way towards the street, tucking away my notebook out of sight. I couldn’t even remember what this street was like before the HSE showed up, but it was busy now. Stalls had sprung up like mushrooms all around the street, hawking wares. I saw a lemonade stand run by an excitable fairy and a bored looking purple haired woman. There were a few food stalls, and some selling clothing and accessories. A few stalls showed nothing but were draped in bad curtains. Something in my gut told me I shouldn’t ask what they were selling. I was going to look around the outside a bit more, get a better understanding of how things operate and th-oh that stall is selling books!

I jogged over and picked up the first one on the stack. A drawing of Anon was on the cover, looking out with a scared expression. It could be informational about this place, it might be just what I was looking for to learn more. I flipped through the first few pages. Seemed like it was one of those manga instead of anything informational. Skimming through it, it seemed to tell to tell a story about a few tengu confronting Anon about debts his wife owed them. I turn a few more pages and quickly close it seeing what came next. I really hoped this book wasn’t accurate, I really shouldn’t be reading books like this about someone I knew.


“Looking for something more vanilla?” The stall owner questioned me as she pulled out another book from one of the stacks. “What about this one? It’s just the shrine husband and his wife sharing a bed” Not wanting to be rude and having already gotten an eyeful of things I shouldn’t already, I take the book and cautiously flip through it. The content was much nicer to him, but no less explicit. I noted his wife in this book looked nothing like Reimu and more like the average village woman. How odd. At least the printing of this book is good. Nice clean inking, good quality paper, and solid binding. Very good.

“This is a nice print-job. Who does your printing?” I asked, having forgotten why I was here.

“Oh, I know this printer. They don’t really deal with new customers unless introduced, you know? They’ve already got their hands full with jobs anyway”

“I guess your books must sell well then” I said, glancing over the stacks of different books. There had to be at least three or four different titles here. At least she was dedicated, questionable as it is.

“Can’t complain. I’m making money. At first at thought it might be a bit difficult considering most people would just blow their steam off there and won’t be interested, but I’ve had to put a few orders in. I guess it helps that my stuff is accurate”

“Accurate?” I responded.

“They let me bring art supplies into my sessions. The art is very true to life. I’m proud of that. This place opening up has been a windfall for all of us, you know”

I’m lucky enough that my coat hides my reddening face. That was information I was better off not knowing. As I try to get over my embarrassment, I feel a faint energy leaking form the book. A youma book? It was too weak to have any real energy, but it was written by one.

third flowchart for writeanons to keep track of what's happening and readeranons to understand this 5D chess of a community project

>>45038227
>there's fucking fanfic inside the spin off of a spin off of a fanfic
we're reaching critical mass here boys
but man, this is so cute! Kosuzu hellbent into doing detective work and immediately getting distracted with hentais is too funny, thanks for this, writefren!

>>45035581
More info the Kirisame-san, his deal with the Keiga involves being an inbetween for them and being supplied with magic items from them to sell, That's what the strange mechanical light was. Which is supposed to be pretty ironic as he's turned the general store into more of a magic shop, whereas marisa has a 'magic shop' which is basically a mercenary service.
This also gives her a way to deal with her biggest problem, lack of reliable income to raise children on, where as normally she might end up bunking with Mima and Alice or staying at the SDM, both of which have their upsides and downsides.

Also Chisazu can be shortened to Chizu which sounds like "Cheese you"
t.Not!nazAnon

>>45033088
(3/5)
—
We have a new member in Anon's Frens, although it was one of the last person I, Chen—hi…—expected: Reimu. It's been some time since I last saw her, but what I remember is her looking dead and sad, violent too, stopping anyone from getting close. She scared me, even more than twenty years ago, and Yukari's words about her mental illness roamed my head… Why did Ran let her in?

I feel a bit anxious as we go through the gap, fixing my repaired scarf as the cold of the open forest hits us. Toutetsu greeted us first, followed by a raspy voice that sent shivers down my spine. "Good evening." Turning, I expected to see those same dead eyes, low posture, and aura of violence, but what I saw halted my thoughts: her hair didn't look as disheveled as before, and her clothes, although the colors were faded, seemed clean and smelled nice—but the biggest change had to be her eyes. There was… life in there. "Long time no see, Chen." I jump a bit with the sudden attention from the miko, a bit red.

"H-Hello, Ms. Hakurei!"

Reimu giggles a little, and it sounds like Mr. Anon's giggles, "Reimu is good enough, Chen—Ms. Hakurei makes me feel old!" Freaked out by the confusing change, I look at Ran, but she simply taps the top of my head before hugging Reimu and Tetsu.

"Aya couldn't come; Yukari is keeping her paper busy, but I talked with Eirin about my problem and—" Ran starts talking after we form a small circle, Toutetsu squatting by my side, Ran to the other and, in front of me, Reimu, who smiles calmly—until she notices my scarf and that smile fades, eyes closing, and despite the cold, I sweat with fear… But then, her eyes open, and there's just warmth; the whiplash muffling the world around me.

It's not the warmth I saw in Mr. Anon's eyes, of gratitude tinged by sad—it was… resolute, lonely. It made my heart ache.

"Chen," Ran calls me, and all eyes are over me—mine bulge and I stutter, and that's all Ran needs to notice I wasn't listening, sighing. "I asked you to stay away from Orin—Okina's connections say she's been suspicious recently, and we must tread carefully." I frown and want to dispute that: Orin is my friend! Sure, we haven't seen each other in ages, but there's no way she's… suspicious!

Yet, even if I try to think about any incisive argument to back that up, all that returns is that she's my friend…

… Yukari was also my friend.

I gulped down my words, ears and tails drooping, a bit deflated as the meeting went on. Why are things like this? I remember Ms. Kogasa's words about her creator, how he turned his back on her, and the wrath Ms. Kogasa felt. There's rage against Yukari, but there's love in equal measure—she's Yukari, after all—but Orin is just my friend… If she turns against me too, will I feel such blinding rage too?

I remember Yukari's cold gaze when I asked about Mr. Anon… I don't want to look at someone I love like that.

As the meeting ends, members scatter. Toutetsu messes up my hair and flies away; Ran opens a gap and… Reimu kneels down under the moonlight, breathes deeply, and closes her eyes; and I watch perplexed—what is she doing?

"Do you want to talk to her, Chen?" Ran asks, eyes calm, sleeves conjoined. I think for a moment, remembering that lone warmth of hers… Ran, smiling, turns. "I'll keep the gap open; it'll lead to your room. Don't take too long, okay?" I nod frantically, and Ran leaves—it's just me and Reimu on the cleaning now…

Anxious with her image of calm, I do the best I can to walk up to her respectfully, my tails puffy with tension—

"Don't be shy, Chen—I won't bite," Reimu says, her body unmoved. Red, I go to her side, mimicking her kneeling on the ground, one eye opening to look at me with a smile. "So?"

"Um, sorry for disturbing you, I… was curious about something." Unconsciously, I clutch my scarf, and her eye narrows with understanding.

"… Anon knitted that, right?" I stared at her, puzzled at how she knew it. She merely laughs. "The circle patterns with wavy lines—it's his favorite pattern, and it looks lovely on you." There's sad in her voice, yet also fond love and memories, as well as regret. It was a different sad compared to Mr. Anon's, Ran's, and Yukari's—why so many of them…?

Looking down, I see her arms, hairs upstanding, and skin shivering. "You're cold, Reimu?" She opens her other eye to look at me. "You can have my scarf—for now—if you're cold."

Her eyes shine with a weird hope, but something holds it off. "That's gentle of you, Chen—but I'll have to refuse it."

"Huh?… But why?"

"Anon knitted it for you, not for me." I stare at her, blink… Then I get up, pull out my scarf, and, ignoring her confused stuttering 'H-huh?!', wrap it around her head. She was about to say something—probably stupid—so I butted in:

"Baka! Why are adults like this? You need it, so just take it—for now.”

Reimu clutches the scarf, unsure… Then snuggles in it with a smile, eyes warm; "Thank you, Chen—I'll take good care of it."

… I feel fuzzy inside.

>>45038688
ah, schizo, ultraspecific lore; my favorite! Thanks!

(1/2)
Nue hadn’t lied, a whole market had sprung up around the HSE since I last tried to ruin the place. There were all sorts of dealers selling clothing, nik-naks, food, and some tents and makeshift structures that probably concealed some more interesting black-market items. There were even a few prayer circles and doom sayers running one scam or the other calling for an end to all this madness.
Made me consider if I should really go through with this little escapade, I mean, ruining the HSE was one thing, but if this market kept spreading it could ruin the entire village.
“On your way to wreck an honest business?” Goro asked.
Ehh, who cared about the village when I could finally stick it to Grandma Gappy?
“You just sit by and watch, maybe you’ll even learn something.” I say to him, cracking my knuckles.
“Good luck, I’ll get some tea in the meantime.” He said, walking off and waving at some men on the porch of a tea house.
‘Whatever, I’d get the last laugh when I was cackling on the smoldering crater that was the HSE’ I think to myself as I cut the line and enter the building.
“Hello dear customer, how are you?” Yashimaro greeted me.
Expecting Ran to still be watching the counter I was primed to just toss my fare and be on with it, but this Yamawaro’s mannerisms were off, was she always this composed? She had etiquette sure, the kind you’d expect from a bandit, not this old lady tea waitress kind of talk. Did working at his place make her snap?
I shook it off. “Ey Takane, nice looking Miko uniform, really love the camo although it’s a little modest for this place. Hook me up with the ‘Youkai Attacks Husband While Sleeping’ course would ya?” I say, slamming some coins down in front of her.
“My apologizes Seija, you’ve been banned from the HSE, please leave.” She says, motioning to the door with the same simile that welcomed me in.
“Whatta mean you mountain kappa? Yukari isn’t discriminating here, is she? So long as nobody lays too many scratches on your prized gem it’s all allowed right? Besides, you all owe me damages for making me vomit and black out don’t cha?” I say, as obnoxiously as possible.
“That might be the case, however that assumes dear customer has paid their bill without counterfeit coins.” She answered.
Crap, so they figured it out, did they?
The problem with ‘flipping’ an item’s value is that ‘wealth’ has a property akin to Buoyancy. Sure, I could make a wooden counterfeit into the real deal until a week or so later when it goes back to being worthless wood, which by then it’s usually changed hands too many times to be my problem.
“What’s more is that you assaulted one of my subordinates and stole our property, which makes any damage claims moot.” She said, with a threatening smile that could rival Hijiri’s.
“Whatever, I gave you ‘real money’ this time so I’m going in-“ I say, trying to pass her desk only to slam my face into an unseeable wall.
Yashimaro say’s nothing in response to this blunder.

>>45040174
(2/2)
“Oh, a barrier to exclude banned customers huh? Well,” I snap my fingers “now it’s a barrier that permits banned customers you cucumber hair, eye, outfit having-“
As I pass through the barrier, I feel another invisible force grab me, lift me up, and send me flying out the door I had left open, narrowly dodging several passerby and carts, finally smashing the back of my head into a tea house.
Goro stood above me, the men he was talking to quietly scurrying off adjusting hats and pulling scarves over their faces. He waves to the Yamawaro manning the front counter who waves back as she invites the next person in line into the building.
“Hey! Whose side are you on?” I growled.
“Well obviously yours and not Her’s, after all, I’m on the ‘out’-side.” He chuckled.
“Shove it! I’ll show you how it’s really done.” I say, bolting off down the street.
I make my way between shops, over countertops, through smogs of weird smelling smoke, vault over a few buildings, until I finally arrive at the back entrance of the HSE. The one where I had ‘assaulted’ (more like threated) one of the staff into giving me the reversed miko outfit they had decided to throw out.
Just like last time I touch the door, flick my fingers, and flip the door over, putting me inside. ‘Piece of Cake’ I thought, turning around to see the gold eyes of a fox staring me down.
“Seija, you’ve decided to pay us another visit I see.” Ran says humorlessly.
“Yeah. Didn’t see you at the front counter so I decided to check out back.” I say smirking, before moments later I feel myself falling through the floor into the maw of a gap.
“Please find some other plaything to busy yourself with, some of us are trying to work here.” She remarked as the gap sealed itself shut.
Floating through the space between gaps felt somewhere in between free-fall where everything is weightless and being submerged where you could feel yourself being pulled into the depths. And the only real points of reference where the burning red eyes and shimmers you could spot every so often.
Of course, the hag’s power eventually had to rob me of a little piece of quiet and before I know it, I’m dropped ten feet above a trash heap outside the village.
I curse to an audience of me, shaking off all the refuse and made my way to the road, but not before flipping myself from filthy to clean.
“So that’s how you keep so pristine despite having no home to freshen up at.” Goro said, approaching from behind, carrying a whicker basket.
Well at least it saved me the trouble of finding him later.
“How’d you know I’d end up here?” I asked.
“Yukari likes to dump things in a couple fixed locations: the second-hand shop, a cave on Youkai Mountain, some place you have bolder to in Old Hell, this trash heap just happens to be the closest.” He answered, gesturing in the relative direction of the landmarks as he named them.
“You like going through Yukari’s garbage?” I ask, raising an eyebrow.
“I like to keep an eye on it as a side-project. Trying to see if she has any patterns or if it’s just her preference. Anyway, let me see your head.” He said, moving behind me and pivoting my head forward.
“So, you’ve moved backward from lusting over breasts to obsessing over neck napes. Bravo Goro-kun.” I say, before flinching in stinging pain.
“What are you doing!?” I yell.
“Disinfecting your wound, you were bleeding.” He answered.

“It’ll mend.” I scoffed “No need to fret over every little thing.”
“Sure, sure.” He said, probably ignoring me before applying a bandage against my neck.
“I also picked up this.” He said, pulling a scarf out of his basket and handing it to me.
The garment had black and white stripes crossed with red vertical lines and was made with much higher quality fabric then the shaggy, pink, grandma hand-me-down he gave me before. The pattern still looked like crap, but at least its colors were consistent.
I toss him the hand-me-down and don the new scarf without a word.
“Well, you struck out, now back to my business. You ever hear of the Youkai Grassroots Network?” Goro smirked.

>>45040182
>>45040174
maybe Seija should ask Marisa to introduce her to Mima. She'd fit just right in the Job Squad

>>45039792
I have more specific lore sperging about magic and Okina that I'll probably cover in another Okina chapter and maybe a Marisa and her dad chapter. But I want to see what happens with the jobber squad next before I have Marisa talk to her dad, having patchy, Byakuren, or Alice sine they could add to the discussion of 'magic' which is a pretty broad topic all things considered. Kind of like the term youkai.

>>45038227
>Seemed like it was one of those manga instead of anything informational.
Doujins of Anon is fucking hilarious. Even if he gets out he's basically the Hatsune Miku of human on youkai breeding

>>45040361
>I want to see what happens with the jobber squad next
may take a while, Mimaanon tasted oni and got himself addicted, kek

>>45038292
Thanks for your work

>>45039622
Ah how cute, Chen is too good at healing.

>>45041536
Nah it wasn't mimaanon that did the oni work

>>45038227
Doujin of Anon's childhood friend from the Outside with a crush on him reuniting after multiple years apart, only to find that he hangs out with multiple strange women and frequents shady streets when?

>>45041632
already out, just have to skim the thousands of pages of porn and fanart of Anon to find it in Gensokyo's version of danbooru.

>>45041632
I messed up...

>>45040325
Yet Seija of all people is the most likely of them to end up with a father figure for her children.

>>45042480
She's a contrarian, if everybody else either abandons their child or raises them single.
The choice is obvious for seija, she must have a loving monogamous marriage with a faithful spouse, and neither of them will realizes it until they've had their 3rd kid.

>>45042518
hopefully she never asks herself what the inverse of a pregnancy is

>>45042480
I made a joke about there not being a chance for half-jakus in this project, and a writefag immediately channeled their inner Seija and spited me
I kneel

>>45042599
the power of the writefag...
... incommensurable
>captcha: JPG08

>>45042518
Imagine the absolute emotional devastation Seija is going to be able to unleash on any yook that gets uppity with her
if they talk shit, Seija can always go for the jugular and remind them that at least her children have a father

>>45042636
I have the weird feeling Yamashiroanon will see all this Seija winnings and decide to tragically kill Goro-kun at the finale after impregnating her just to pump those greek-tragedy points. I doubt there'll be a death otherwise, and he seems like the opportunistic type
Or maybe he'll not and Seija will have a happy ending! Because miracles can shine upon even a cursed place like the HSE

>>45042561
Male pregnancy, she'll invert the roles of man and woman and impregnate goro-kun.
She won't event have to insert anything, goro will cum in seija and he'll end up pregnant somehow.

>>45042743
Never type this again

>>45042735
Seija going from highly abusive to lovey-dovey is the inversion of the original ReimuAbuse story, so there'd be meta themes there. Could extend to Seija and Goro-kun leaving Gensokyo and the thousand half-youkai babies to the outside world and having wild adventures together.

>>45042777
>Could extend to Seija and Goro-kun leaving Gensokyo and the thousand half-youkai babies to the outside world and having wild adventures together
You know, except the part where Gojo can't build a life and Seija dies after fading away

>>45042599
Haha, well It's actually cause' I was thinking about how after the Futatsuiwa/Goro segment that it wouldn't be believable if a human who dealt with Youkai didn't get thrashed at some point. For that I needed a completely unreasonable Youkai that couldn't be bargained with and Seija fit the bill.
>>45042735
>I have the weird feeling Yamashiroanon will see all this Seija winnings and decide to tragically kill Goro-kun
I won't say I'm immune to thread influences, but I'd also like to say the after mentioned decision has set the gears in-motion for something 'terrible' to happen.

>>45042856
Damn didn't expect the M-preg ending to be confirmed by the Yama himself.

>>45042843
there are a lot of contrarians out there, Anon, she'll be fine.

>>45042870
Don't let her find /v/ she'd divert all the threads back to being on topic.

>>45038227
So does this must mean that this woman is actually a youkai? I'd been fooled a few times before, but she had to be. It would make sense of how she was able to make so many high quality books in such quality. I wondered if she was a tengu, as they had printing presses of their own. If she were to move her hair out of the way of her ears I could tell.

She stares at me "Do you want to buy it?" She asks.

I shouldn't. It would be wrong to have books like this about a friend of mine, and I'd die from embarrassment if anyone found out. Besides, ever since I got married I didn't have much need for that sort of reading material anymore.

But it was a youma book. It could be an important clue to uncovering the conspiracy behind this place if I were to track down who was involved in making it. "I'll take it" I said as I put down money. Sorry Anon, but this is for the investigation!

She takes my money and thankfully puts it in a paper bag so no snoopy onlookers could see what I was carrying. I looked around the street, but nothing else caught my eye. I'd have to go inside to continue my investigation. I pushed open the doors and stepped inside.

It was a lot nicer then I was expecting. I sort of expected something seedier, but the entrance was spacious and clean looking. There were multiple hallways and doors leading out of here, but it was no time to run off on my own exploring. I tool my place in the end of the line, no need to be rude and cut in place after all. To pass the time I scanned the people in front to me to see if I recognized any of them. Not because I was going to judge them for what they did in their personal life- well maybe a little- but knowing who went here would help me figure out what was going on here.

Soon enough, it was my turn at the counter. There was a nine tailed kitsune manning it as if it were a normal thing to do. If someone this powerful was working at a place like this then it was huge! Yes, this was more then a simple brothel, it had to be an incident in the making! I'd figure out the truth for sure, prove myself to everyone and my name would go down in history!

The fox stared at me and the look on her face was not good. "Name and Payment, please" she said, and it was only then it dawned on me how deep in trouble I was. She was a powerful youkai and likely had the backing of other youkai here as well. If she found out what I was doing-well it wouldn't be good. If I died now, they'd find the pervy book on me and I couldn't have that. All I could do is stick to the plan.

"Hello, I am Motoori Kosuzu. I run the Suzunaan bookstore. You sometimes send workers out to pick up books for him. I thought that it would make things easier if I were to cut out the middleman and just bring him a list of out inventory directly and deliver everyt humanhing myself. We also have a printing press if you need our services for that" I slide my business card across the counter and wait as she examines it, eyes narrowing slightly. My cover was brilliant. In the stories, the issue was that the good guys would have to work hard to maintain their cover and keep it up under scrutiny. But I was smart. My cover was telling the truth, so it could never be disproven. Now all I had to do was wait for the fish to go for the bait.

The fox's face lightened. "Very well. We will keep your offer in mind if we need your services. Seeing as you're here on business, then I must tell you to use the service entrance after hours. The Shrine Husband will be busy with guests for the rest of the day, but he will be free after that" All day? Holy shit. This place wasn't normal I'm the slightest. "The service entrance is around the back. Come here shortly after closing and knock. Someone will let you in" I had my way in, my plan had worked. I was so close to solving this mystery I could almost taste it!

"Thank you, I'll be there" I responded, turning around to leave. There was no need to stick around for now, I'd already learned so much. But I found myself staring right at the women that had gotten in line behind me. I hadn't noticed them, and here I just told everyone my real name. I shuffled away and hastily made my way away, hoping that they'd tell nobody.

Back at the Suzunaan I placed down the book at my desk and made sure nobody was watching before I used my power on it. The feelings of lust coming of it were still strong enough for me to take notice, but there were also feelings of greed and oddly enough, loneliness. A few names osted in my mind and I wrote them down. It could be a lead. Having completed my investigation for now, I hide the book high up on a shelf in the corner. The last thing I wanted was questions about it.

>>45042898
Her kids find it in 5 minutes

>>45040182
>but not before flipping myself from filthy to clean
Honestly, I dunno if I can really accept such Yukari-tier conceptual interpretations of Seija's ability when her character is pretty much defined by being a weak shitter of a youkai with a borderline useless ability who has to rely on manipulation and cheat items to accomplish anything.

The fun part about her is that even though she's a shitty little gremlin who's completely outmatched by pretty much everyone except for basic fairies, she doesn't let it stop her from doing whatever she can to raise havoc and start shit. It's endearing.
She's ironically one of the few characters in the series who can be considered to act entirely true to her nature as a youkai, which is refreshing when you consider that most other characters just play pretend and barely act like youkai any more.

>>45042898
>Kosuzu tries some of the things she sees in the bedroom
>By the time anon gets out she's pregnant again

>>45042898
>Kosuzu tries some of the things she reads in the doujinshi on her husband in the bedroom
>By the time Anon gets out, she's pregnant again.
Kosuzu + Youkai books is a toxic combination!

>>45042898
[...]If I died now...
>a) my family would be devastated, my children motherless and my husband without a support
>b)my library would most certainly go bankrupt and my family would have a terrible time adapting
>c) they'll find my hentai book about my human friend fucking a tengu
guess what's first to come into this retard's mind?
thanks for this, Anon! Muh sides are now in war with the lunarians

>>45042898
>Extremely shy about visiting the HSE-ket stall
>Announces her name, address and workplace inside the brothel
This dork wouldn't last a minute with the incense on. Akyuu didn't hammer enough common sense into her brain before departing.

>>45042952
My thought is that she's a little more powerful since being feared by all of Gensokyou as a fugitive, still probably one of the weakest 5th stage bosses though.
That aside, like I talked about the concept of 'wealth buoyancy' I do plan on keeping her ability somewhat grounded since IT IS more interesting that way. For the mess, my idea is that a stain is easily removed when it first occurs, but she couldn't have flipped it if it had time to set. There's a few other details I wrote with that in mind, even relating to other Youkai since I believe most of them, especially Yukari, are lying about their abilities if not by omission. Seija is the only honest one after all!

>>45043074
>>45042952
As a person who likes writing 2hus at their strongest possible interpretation, i.e everything I did with Seija and the [Unidentified Hatred] I mentioned in my author notes. The way I've found to make strong or excessively competent characters is my having them be comedic
Chisazu is prime example of this, she literally succeeds at everything she does and meets all of her goals, is by making them comedic and suffering at the hands of their own abilities. i.e CHisazu ending up in a body cast and constantly being stressed dealing with Myouren's bullshit, or Seija exiting gaps upsidedown due to wearing inverted clothing and the incense making her feel revulsion.
Chisazu is a bit different due to literally being a plot device, but I think taking a comedic tone with these sorts of thing is fitting for Gensokyo as a setting and for how Zun writes. Afterall in the mainline series, Seija successes isolate her while her failures bring her friends.

And while the Seija's goal is technically to fuck with the HSE, she's failed at that while ending up in a roncom plot which puts her at odds with herself. As the romcom plot put her desire for companionship, romantic or otherwise, against her desire to stay true to her nature and her beliefs. So overall I think Seija is written fine, I would have a problem with unapologetic power wank though. But that's not whats going on here, her usage of her power is minimal and lazy like Yukari uses her gaps, and she isn't just styling on people without repercussion.
This is also why I liked the seen with 'mu threatening her being real, her success in being a youkai brought her comedic karmic punishment.
t. Not!nazAnon

>>45043074
Does anyone actually fear Seija, though? She didn't actually accomplish anything in ISC beyond surviving, and most of the hunters treated it as a bit of Amanojaku bullying, rather than them dealing a serious threat. Only Shinmyoumaru and the Tsukumogami, who are all very young and unestablished by Gensokyo standards really took her seriously.

>still probably one of the weakest 5th stage bosses though
It's almost a certainty she's the weakest one, with her relying entirely on the Miracle Mallet's power propping her up during DDC. Probably the only fifth stage boss she could confront in a fair fight is a non-Junko'd Clownpiece, and even that's uncertain. Of course, Seija doesn't really believe in doing anything fairly, so it's not a big issue for her.

Let it never be said that Hong Meiling was an inattentive gatekeeper.

As soon as Patchouli Knowledge left the mansion, which was a momentous occasion in itself, Meiling was thinking. What had happened recently that could convince the Great Unmoving Library to move itself at long last? Meiling had been into the village somewhat recently, on one of the occasions that the Young Mistress desired something on some new whim and Miss Sakuya had been unable to carry everything at once. On those occasions, Miss Sakuya claimed that Meiling's "Typically pointless strength" came in handy for carrying large amounts of groceries. It was only slightly hurtful. In the village, she had seen a building that she couldn't remember seeing before. Miss Sakuya had told her to put it out of her mind and never, under any circumstances, tell the Slightly-Less-Young Mistress about it.

Unconsciously, Meiling's body began to move into the complicated stances of Tai Chi. It was what she did when she needed to think even if it had little use in a place like Gensokyo. Meiling hadn't been able to see any of the other gatekeepers she knew for a long time. Elly had disappeared despite her master still roaming the Garden of the Sun, and Sara had vanished along with the gates of Makai. Tewi was still trying to convince her that she was a gatekeeper and not chief prankster, and the less said about those strange girls, one pink and one green with funny-looking hats, who had tried to convince her that they were technically gatekeepers and then offered her a job, the better.

All in all, Meiling was feeling a little lonely.

She stepped forward with one leg, stretching the other leg as far as she could. Then, she tilted her head just slightly to the side, raised two fingers, and brought them together. Opening her eyes, she looked back to see the wickedly sharp knife that she had caught between her fingers, then looked forward at the stony-faced Head Maid. "Miss Sakuya?" Meiling asked, tossing the knife in the air and catching it by the handle. She threw it back at the maid, who didn't move, but was suddenly spinning it across her fingers until it danced back into the sheath that she kept strapped around her thigh. "Is something the matter?"
The head maid crossed her arms. "Patchouli has been gone longer than her previous excursions." She tilted her head. "What did she tell you?"

Meiling frowned and thought back. "Er...She just said she had business." Not true, actually. "No, she said something about temperaments, too..." There was something else, Hong... "Oh, she said to tell you to, er, 'tell Remi...'" Come on, Hong, you were paying attention. "'To go...to the human village...?'" Was that it? Surely that was it. Hong Meiling was not, as already mentioned, an inattentive gatekeeper.

"Is that right...?" Miss Sakuya didn't look convinced. "Well, you certainly don't seem busy. I'm charging you to go and retrieve our resident Magician before she collapses." Meiling's eyes widened. A task that required her to leave the Mansion? That was rare.

"But what about the gate, Miss Sakuya?" Meiling asked.

Miss Sakuya, who had turned away, looked over her shoulder. "We both know that an intruder would get in regardless." And then, she vanished.

Meiling sniffed unhappily. It wasn't her fault that martial arts weren't a natural fit to the Spell Card Rules! Before they'd come to Gensokyo, Miss Sakuya had seen Meiling as indispensable! Being unappreciated was an awful fate. Alas, orders were orders. Meiling turned and whistled, and before long, her fairy maid detachment was running out to meet her. Meiling only got to train them because they had been sitting idle in the mansion itself, and Sakuya didn't care if Meiling got the scraps.

So she had taken them, and trained them to defend the Scarlet Devil Mansion. They were less carefree than those in the mansion full-time, and as Meiling explained why she would be absent, they all seriously nodded and took up their positions on the gate and walls of the mansion. Meiling thanked them profusely for their surface, then turned and took to the air.

Patchouli had given her a message for Remi about the human village, so that was Meiling's first port of call. She touched down at one end of the village, near the canals, where that nice flower shop owner who had given her free seeds worked. Only, he didn't seem particularly enthusiastic today. He slumped over the counter of his store, and only raised his head lethargically as Meiling entered the store. "Mhm?" He mumbled into the desk. "Oh, Miss Gatekeeper. Welcome..."

"Um, are you okay...?" Meiling ventured, stepping into the store. "Is business slow, Mr. Shigeru?" The store itself still looked cared for, which made a youkai attack unlikely.

"Just call me Takumi. Tak, if you're feeling lazy." Tak shook his head. "No, no, nothing like that. Plenty of people want flowers these days. No, it's..." He trailed off and ran a hand through his hair. "It's that...building."

He looked over his shoulder, and even though it was a wall behind him, he seemed to be looking at something specific.

"Building?" Meiling asked curiously, leaning forward and resting her arms on the counter. "Which building? How's a building got you all...sad?" She looked at the wall, then remembered that she couldn't see through walls, so she raised a finger, jogged out of the store, then hopped up into the air so she could see over the buildings. There was only one building out in the distance, on the opposite side of the village that could be what Takumi was talking about. Big, ominous, and just a little bit ugly, it stuck out like a sore thumb. She dropped back to the ground, then ducked her head and waved awkwardly at the people who were staring at her. "Is it that one across the village? Looks a bit weird?"

"That's the one..." Tak mumbled, resting his head on the counter. "Lots of strange women going in there. Sometimes alone, sometimes in groups. It's all we hear about." He idly scooped up a handful of sunflower seeds and let them run through his fingers. "You've never heard of it?"

"Um..." It did look sort of familiar. "I think I saw it under construction...? It was weird, just a big empty room. Wait, are you still calling me 'Miss Gatekeeper'? I told you to call me Meiling." She put her hands on her hips. "How many times?"

"Oh, uh, sorry. Force of habit." Tak said, ducking his head a little. Then, his expression slipped into thoughtfulness. "The place has been around for months...Seems like it's been expanding. There's whole rows of stalls set up outside, now. I hear the Market Goddess is ecstatic."

"Stalls? Selling what?" Meiling loved stalls. The tengu always set them up in the mountains when they were releasing new manga, and Remi always gave Meiling some extra money to buy manga on her behalf. "Ooh, is it manga? Tell me it's manga, Tak." She excitedly grabbed at his hands, and he jerked upright.

"I-It's, er..." He looked down at her hands, and Meiling released him as if she'd been burnt. "Well, you could say that it's drawn...something, all right."

Meiling had half a mind to run off right there and then, but she reigned herself in, remembering why she was in the village in the first place. "Oh, I was going to ask...Have you seen anyone in particular recently in the village? Um, really long purple hair, robes that look like pyjamas, looks like she's about to pass out from not sleeping? Hair looks like this." She reached behind her and pulled a bunch of her red hair forward on either side, then bunched it up with her hands. "Like that. But purple. Oh, she was probably floating. She doesn't like walking. Too exhausting, apparently."
"Uh..." Tak scratched his head and looked up at the ceiling. "I don't exactly live out that way, but I was over there recently. I saw that girl, the Hakurei Shrine Maiden's daughter. She was staring at the building."

The Hakurei Shrine Maiden's daughter. That was...Hana, Meiling remembered. Hana Hakurei. She'd come by the mansion a few times in the intervening years between Reimu Hakurei's marriage and the big reveal of her abuse. She'd always been polite, despite the way she was raised. "...Huh." Meiling said. It didn't mean much to her, but she supposed it was interesting nonetheless.

"Oh!" Tak slammed his hand down on the desk and made Meiling jump in fright. "I did see someone! Just for a split second around the side of the building! Purple hair, robes, not actually standing on the ground! That's her, isn't it?"

"Sounds like it!" Meiling nodded, happy to have her first real lead. Perhaps she could be a detective too, like that detective who had come to the mansion! That'd make a great manga. "Sorry, Tak, but I'll have to cut this short. I need to find her before she passes out somewhere." She waved goodbye and left the store at a jog, jumping into the air as soon as she was clear.

Taking to the air, Meiling swooped over the buildings of the village, then dropped down into an alley just off from the building. She was representing the mansion, so it wouldn't do good to scare people. That said, once she'd stepped out onto the street itself and realised that she was towering over most of the villagers, it didn't seem to matter much.

Tak hadn't been lying about there being stalls around the building. It almost looked like the Hakurei Shrine during a festival. Food stalls, souvenirs, a stall selling various 'fertility enhancements', and...

There! A stall with books piled high. Like a moth to a flame, Meiling was drawn to it. Of course, they weren't the books she expected. Instead of action manga about tengu and dragons, there was a man on the cover. He looked familiar, and he was seemingly being held down and struggling against a faceless oni. Meiling flipped the book open to a random page. Oh, they were having sex.

It took a second for the connection to make it's way to her brain, at which point she dropped the book as if it was on fire.

>>45043367
Mailing, jobbing to hentai!
Meiling jobber supreme!

>>45043367
>Meiling flipped the book open to a random page. Oh, they were having sex.
My favorite part about this whole series is the girls' reactions to this. Violence, death, blood, etc. doesn't phase them in the slightest but the depiction of a struggle snuggle—much less wholesome handholding missionary sex for the purpose of procreation—is enough to stun them.
In regards to Patche, did her writefag finish her part?

>>45043633
Patchyanon, sadly, passed away from an asthma attack when he wrote Patchy holding Anon's hand by accident. It's a tragedy, indeed.

>>45043356
>"But what about the gate, Miss Sakuya?" Meiling asked.
>Miss Sakuya, who had turned away, looked over her shoulder. "We both know that an intruder would get in regardless." And then, she vanished.
wtf sakuya you rude bitch
meiling's trying her best!

(1/3)
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"Calm down, Anon—regulate your breathing, focus your mind!" Despite my words, the sounds filling the room are of flesh on flesh hitting at high speeds. Squatting over him, I sent my hips up and down with no hint of slowing it down, drooling a bit and damping him with my lewd combination of juices, my breasts jumping with the speed, loud moans leaving me as the floor creaks, both my hands on his chest to help with the rhythm; my chain clanking against the floor.

Our bodies were covered in sweat, remarking the excruciatingly good long time we have been in this position, Anon's teeth clenched and eyes closed shut, almost to the point of crying, holding the futon with such force as if trying to rip it apart, chains of light holding him to the ground—all that impulsing my horniness to the moon and increasing the speed in which I slammed my ass against his dick.

"Kasen… please!" He pleaded loudly, but I simply sat down on his dick with might, a painful shout leaving him.

"Training the body is as important as training the mind, Anon—to control it is to control your limits!" I mewl, the tip of his penis hitting that stop and grinding there with such—ah… "With my powers, you have training wheels, but when the true training starts, you'll have to hold it all by yourself! You cannot cum yet, Anon!" I lay on him, crushing my boobs on his chest and smelling the intoxicant smell of 'man', sweat, and sex, fervently kissing him.

An important part of training is enjoying it, after all~

For ten more unstoppable minutes the training goes on, our bodies red with the heat, cramps only prevented by magic. But Anon is on his absolute limit, so I slowly release the chains holding his orgasm at bay, the light around his wrists exploding. As if a switch had been turned, his hands fly to my hips, squashing them before starting to slam his dick inside repeatedly, holding my body still and just pumping and pumping, and oh, oh~

Clasping my hair, I have to support my entire body straight as I finally let myself cum, legs quivering and trying to cross with each other, another layer of utter control on my mind as to keep my strength at bay—if I lost concentration and cross them, my thighs will cut Anon's lower half-life a scissor going through a sheet of paper. The danger; my womb being filled to the brim with ropes of thick cum and the dispersing warmth of an outrageously long session of unstoppable throttling—training, oh, training—on his dick reaches its end… All make me reach heaven, even if for a moment.

I pull myself out of his dick, a loud 'plop' echoing as a line of cum drips from my soaked pussy, legs yet to stop quaking, body a bit bent forward, breathing as if drowning—yet a smile paints my face. My hands shuffle a bit with my hair drenched in sweat before I can properly express, "You did great today, Anon! Your body will be made of steel in no time!"

Anon doesn't answer, hands hiding his face, body shaking still. Oh, he's recomposing himself? So cute~

"We'll get down to mind training tomorrow, 'kay? Then we'll have all the basics covered!" Ignoring my post-sex state, I walk towards the veranda with a smile, giving Anon a side-eye. "I'll be outside refreshing myself—if you wanna join me for an after-session, feel free~"

I don't wait for an answer; I just leave, waling to the pond behind the fake shrine, murmuring a lullaby, the sun shimmering on my sweat-covered skin… It takes ten seconds before my body starts to shake, my pace on the reddening grass unsure. By the time my legs sink into the pond, tears stream down my face, eyes wide, hands over my mouth to stop myself from screaming.

It happened again. I thought it wouldn't, but it did. I try to clean myself in the pond, semen dripping from my femininity, but it amounts to nothing. It happened again… I—

"You lost control again~" A voice comes from behind, and in the span of a second, I'm ready to fight—though, in the next one, my eyes narrow with spite, and I cover my exposed breasts. Yukari giggles, not trying to hide her gaze. "My, my—what a weak sage—"

"What did you do to me?"

"Me? I did nothing, my friend—I simply used the pieces at my reach." Cold words congest my throat, begging to be let out, but any courage I have goes down with my tears. Her laughter drips venom. "Poor Ibaraki Kasen, raping her former protégé's husband, all because of a simple mistake. Adorable." She spins her umbrella carefree, her smile crawling on my back like a demon.

But rationally speaks louder; "… Mistake?"

She giggles, and I feel caught in a web; "Have you ever considered what is evil to an 11-year-old, my poor Kasen? There's wrath, of course; greed, even though hypocritical, indeed; sloth, pride, gluttony—all those come from your true form had in batches, now sealed inside your arm by an 11-year-old who also experienced those evils too… But you know what an 11-year-old should never experience?" I freeze as understanding befalls me—Yukari smiles like a devil; “Lust~”

>>45043356
>>45043367
glad to see you found time to write, Meilingfren!

>>45044232
not to interfere with your plot or anything, and I don't think it's going to cause many issues, but it's likely that yukari only knew Kasen as her hermit self, though it's just as likely that she did know of Ibaraki-douji. The first real event in the timeline for the sages is probably the Youkai Expansion Project sometime in the 15th or 16th century, and Ibaraki-douji's arm was cut off somewhere around the 11th century, so she was Kasen, the hermit after that according to WaHH

>>45044326
went with it thinking that in the 20 years of white period Yukari would get to know about that in some way or another, but chose to keep her cards close to her chest for the right time, but also because I can't think of anything better to circumvent hammer Kasen and align with the og Hana story than kid Reimu not sealing away her lust

>>45044232
kasen!

would the sun try to fuck Anon?

>>45044878
With Satori's mood I don't think she'd let Okuu out of the reactor, and I don't think anybody else, except for maybe Kanako, is dumb enough to risk nuclear annihilation.

>>45044895

It had been some time since Cirno lost half her leg in her trip to the underworld, she didn’t know how long it would take but she couldn’t wait another month for no progress to happen and then the eventual attack on the Hakurei Shrine Experience, she’d asked Okina, but she wasn’t able to understand what she said. At the very least she directed her toward Narumi.

“From what I can tell your levels of vitality are completely normal, but there’s nothing I can do,” Narumi said as she waved her hands over Cirno’s body.

“Then why did-” Cirno protested only to be interrupted by Narumi

“If I had to guess, that troublesome master of ours wants you to find out on your own, but if I had to recommend something, this doesn’t look like a medical or health problem. Maybe you should talk to Byakuren-san. She’s a Youjitsu master despite being a monk.” It could be said the same reasons made her a poor monk, sage, or hermit, her lack of impartiality helped her greatly in Youjitsu.

“Youjitsu?” Cirno asked as she pulled herself upwards from her position on the rock Narumi used as an impromptu operating table too many times.

“Youkai magic, well not exactly, more like the study of and application of the supernatural powers of youkai. I don’t know much of the field, but Byakuren is an expert.” Narumi said as she closed her mock doctor’s bag made from the leaves and sticks.

“But, aren’t I a fairy?” Cirno asked, tilting her head, she had gotten more powerful and Okina had said a lot of things about surpassing fairyhood. But she hadn’t actually thought she’d stop being a fairy, what was that even like.

Narumi could only shrug her shoulders, unsure of the answer. “Maybe, but not entirely, and with that bit of Okina inside of you, I think god or youkai would be a better word, sorry again I don’t know that much about those subjects.” At that, Narumi departed down the Jizou trail.

‘God huh.’ Cirno thought, looking at her hand and stumped leg. ‘I still feel like a fairy’

---

The temple seemed to be undergoing some last-minute renovations as Cirno approached from the air. She could see a couple work crews adding on to the external wall, and three additional buildings being added to the now-expanded temple complex.

Luckily for her Chisazu and Kyouko were arguing about something out front, which made it pretty easy for her to get directions to Byakuren, apparently, she and Shou were performing some sort of private ceremony or meeting, something about a ‘Bisha-kun,’ but Cirno didn’t know who that was.

“Hello! Byakuren-San, Hello shou Shou-kun. Chisazu said, "I could find you here!” Cirno said as she loudly rapped at the wooden door that led to the temple's inner, backdoor chamber.

Slamming the door open from the inside, an irritated Byakuren started down at Cirno with a furious expression before opening into a lecture“It’s fine if you want to join in our temples teachings, In fact, we’ve never had a fairy attendingheresoitwouldbeincrediblyineteretsingigyoucoudl-”

“Eh?” Cirno said, confusedly, "I'm here to ask about Youj-” Cirno hadn’t been able to finish her sentence before Byakuren grabbed a hold of her. Cirno Byakuren’s hands were rough and calloused for a woman of her appearance, she was pretty strong too, and her presence felt similar to Kokoro’s or Patchouli's.

“Cirno-chan, just where did you hear that word?” Byakuren said in a threatening tone as the door slammed behind them.

“Narumi said you could help me with my leg, I hurt it in the underground,” Cirno said as she gestured towards her stumped leg, worry flashing over Byakuren’s face. “Narumi says she doesn’t know what to do and you can help.”

“Huh?” Who Cirno assumed to be Shou asked from somewhere behind Byakuren, there was a question but also a bit of familiarity in her tone. Cirno had never talked to her much, but she felt like she had a good grasp of Shou’s character.

“Really?” Byrakuren said. “Well, I haven't worked with any fairies before I can try.” She said as she outreached her hand, touching where Cirno’s heart would have been.

“Oh dear.” Byakuren said as she felt Cirno’s soul, “I didn’t expect this.” She said in a tone somewhere between worry and intrigue.

--
The Okina chapters were reworked into this series, Inspired by the Doujin “Ice Fairy Passing Through.” Okina is nice and all but some of the Lore I wanted to explore fit well with Cirno, but Okina was a bit too knowledgeable so I decided to go with Byakuren and Shou.
I’m surprised nobody mentioned Cirno using what amounts to a weaponized hate crime to fight the Suikas.

>>45045245
>spoiler
probably because events are hard to adapt and bring up, unlike the most easily adaptable set facts, like:
>Lemontene and Rikako have a lemonade stand by the HSE
>Ran is the receptionist of the HSE
>Alice will always job out of the HSE talking about her shanghai
and so on
ayy, our little Cirno is growing! Soon enough she'll actually be capable of covering all of the blind spots in her danmaku!

>>44959795

Alice is suffering. Her creator, abandoning any sort of ethics a guardian should have, has loudly proclaimed every foolish thing Alice has ever done. Perhaps, such a thing could be bearable if she simply knew it was happening somewhere else, but Shinki’s surprisingly strong arm has kept Alice trapped in her own personal hell.

Her only consolation came from the girl across from her. Despite her childishness and thievery, Alice could only feel a sense of camaraderie for the girl whose teacher is currently recounting the time she ate a mushroom she misidentified before vomiting and crying for three hours.

Had the circumstances been different, Alice would definitely have lorded such a story over Marisa. However, given Marisa just heard about the Spell Book Incident… suffice to say, either side has enough ammunition to destroy the other.

As Marisa is lifted up and placed onto Mima’s lap like an oversized doll, Alice ponders if the math has changed. That line of questioning is quickly brought to an end as Shinki follows suit.
It’s not fair. Alice is done growing and she’s accepted that, but why is it that women like Mima and Shinki are just… larger than her in many aspects? Was it due to her nature as an artificial creation rather than a naturally born being?

Such questions help Alice ignore Shinki’s hot breath on her neck and the stench of alcohol upon it as her creator speaks, “Y’know, I was wondering. Why don’t you throw your… normal hat into the ring regarding this Anon fellow?”

Mima and Marisa stiffen for very different reasons. Marisa’s concern is obvious given the way she eyes her mentor, while Mima’s seems rather clear too given the way she adjusts her hat.

After a few moments, Mima shakes her head and turns her attention back to Shinki, “Been there, done that. The way I see it, the girls of today should be the ones fighting over boys. For old has-beens like Yukari to start pushing around kids and stealing their men? It makes you wonder why she hasn’t gotten one up until now. Give him a century and make him a ghost or something and then maybe.”

Oblivious to the relief of the girl on her lap, Mima idly strokes Marisa’s hair before narrowing her eyes at Shinki, “That being said, I’ve been living sealed up for… far too long. Surely after all this time, someone must have caught your eye. Unless you already have someone of course.”

Shinki’s grip on Alice tightens as she begins to blush, “No, no. Nothing like that. It’s just that I’ve been busy and haven’t had time to bother myself with the lowly affairs of mortals.”

Mima adopts a dopey smile colored by an alcohol-fueled blush, “I see, and your reluctance has nothing to do with the fallen angel you’ve been living with for how many years? The one you’ve created and raised children with. The one you ran off to make a kingdom with.”

Shinki furiously shakes her head, “I’m telling you, it’s nothing like that. Sariel is just a… skilled and useful companion in-”

Mima cuts her off, “In your bed.”

That seems to be a bridge too far as Shinki begins to rise she shouts, “You take that back! I’m not fucking Sariel!”

Thankfully, Shinki’s maternal instinct kicks in right before Alice is thrown to the floor by her rapid ascent. Instead, Alice is gently placed on the floor before Shinki rears on Mima who has done the same.

Refusing to back down, Mima gives a cocky grin as she replies, “I know it, you know it, everyone knows it. Hell, it even prompted some awkward questions from little Marisa about your ‘alternate lifestyle’.”

Seemingly transcending the need for words, Shinki gave a succinct reply by shooting a wave of unrefined magic in Mima’s general area. This of course escalates into a fight between the two.

As Alice cowers under the table, she remembers why exactly she hates her creator’s visits. However, her mood quickly changes when she feels some baskets under the table. Makai mushrooms, refined metals, and socks? Perhaps Alice misjudged her creator.

Fuck me, it feels like I turned my attention to other things for a second and missed half the story go by. I'm not dead, just busy. Still, there is much work to be done. I think I'll skip some fluff and present Marisa with the ultimatum next post

>>45045552
Heh, Shinki and Mima just talking absolute shit about their children (who're still present), getting shitfaced drunk; discussing romantic drama and breaking out in a fight is weirdly fitting. Just need Yuuka to show up and end all the bitchslapping solely with her presence
>spoiler
I get you man, last thread went by lighting fast, almost couldn't keep up. Though, I wouldn't bother too much about that
take your time, we still have:
>Kokoro and Koishi
>Yukari
>Hana
>Cirno
>Meiling
>Aya
>Patchouli....
>Reimu
>Ran and Chen
>Kosuzu
>Yamashiro
>Goro-kun
only the rat is set-up already...
stories to be set up before we enter the finale.

>>45029834

It was around noon and the sun was high in the sky, despite its best efforts the chill still prevailed but it was mitigated by an endless golden warmth. Hana's scarf was loose and her mittens hidden in her sleeves ready as her gohei was to be drawn quickly and brandished against the cold.

Her last job had been finished quickly enough, clearing up some spiteful tool spirits before they fully formed in the old warehouse on the edge of the village. Aside from some patrols and returning a book to Suzunaan she didn't have much else to do today, which is why it was a relief that she met up with Sanae.

Sanae herself had been busy proselytizing at the north end of the village square along with her faithful who distributed flyers and coupons in equal measure. It was lunch time however, and even half-gods needed breaks here and there; so with a smile Sanae accepted Hana's invite to lunch and the two shrine maidens descended upon a new and popular restaurant that was unstaffed and unsolicited by the youkai that seemed a little too brazen for either's tastes.

It didn't take long for the two to be seated despite the rush, it seemed Sanae knew the store owner and while Hana felt embarrassed at cutting to the front of the line ahead of the other patrons she was relieved that she didn't have to sit in torment while smelling all the wonderful foods being served. Once they were seated it didn't take very long for Hana to ask what she had done only for Sanae to wink, "It wasn't much, just that the master had been trying for a child for quite a while till he paid a visit to our shrine. A quick blessing from Suwako-sama took care of any issues~!"

Ah, Hana supposed it was about what she expected. Being a living god must have its perks, must be nice~ Either way, the food was quick to arrive and it looked as delicious as it smelled, the two girls mostly made small talk about this and that. No need for deep conversation to spoil the meal after all. Hana felt nice, after all back when things were easier and she could still see a clear future Sanae had been one of the few women that she wanted as a mother and once again she understood why.

Sanae's smile was easygoing and she seemed to have many interesting things to talk about, even if the subject of her conversation veered into the mundane the way she said things and the energy behind her words gave them a spirit all their own. Even listening was a skill she had, while Hana's much less interesting stories were spoken across the table Sanae still somehow spiced them up, interjecting when appropriate and rarely overstepping her bounds to comment. Much like when she was Marisa she felt secure enough to even drink, there was little that could go wrong when she was at her side, it was remarkably peaceful.

Alas the conversation inevitably veered into more serious waters as they enjoyed some after dinner sweet-sake, the servers that seemed to hurry some of the other clients didn't' bother them in the slightest in that regard. Hana couldn't help but bring up the the last bit of good news she heard last time she was a guest at her shrine, "Oh, that's right. I never heard how Kanako-sama's meeting went with the Tengu, is there anything I should know?"

Hana could guess the news as Sanae's face gave a troubled expression as she mulled over her words and sighed, "It didn't go well from what she explained, It seems the tengu are too invested in that filthy place to want to work against it"

Her true feelings must have shown on her face, as Sanae was quick to add on, "It's dumb but its just politics you know! You really shouldn't let it get to you Hana-chan, Its not even close to being over and negotiations always flop on the first run! Even as we speak Kanako-sama is considering new bargaining chips and all!"

The green haired miko and living god of the mountain took Hana's hand in hers and gave her a gentle smile, "Lets not focus on it okay, Its not much but how about we get some sweets after we're done? It always makes me smile~"

Faced with a gentle disposition that could settle even the most fussy of children Hana couldn't help but give in and cracked a small smile, if only things had been different...


With the sun still on their shoulders the two walked to the sweets shop letting their meal go down by taking the long way, suddenly a memory came to her head as she passed a black and white shop sign advertising cheap knick-knacks. Hana brought it up without any hidden motives as she spoke aloud, "You know earlier today I saw Marisa-sensei enter into that building. I really admire how kind she is to risk herself going in there so much" Hana caught herself, "Ah sorry, I know we're not talking about business and all but I can't help to admire how she goes in even outside of our scheduled visits and all. You think I should send her with a gift next time?"

Hana couldn't quite understand why Sanae's expression looked a little vacant for a bit, something she ate?

>>45045925
>Hana couldn't quite understand why Sanae's expression looked a little vacant for a bit, something she ate?

(1/4)
Goro knocked on the door of the hut in a strange rhythm.
The place was dingy with the only sign of class being a set of wind chimes hanging from the roof, which was just fine with me, rebel little wind chimes! Fight back against your drab little surroundings all you’d like!
“Hello? Ah Goro-kun! What brings you here?” Kagerou unabashedly answered, her tail beating frantically behind her.
“It’s a shakedown mutt, hand over your valuables and we’ll only thrash you a bit.” I say with a whistle.
The mutt eye’s narrow. “What are you doing here? Goro, why are you with this woman? Is she bullying you?”
“No, no, no, we’re just acquainted through circumstances. Seija-kun’s joking of course, saying the opposite of what she means.” He said.
I feel like I was going to be hearing that excuse a lot. Whatever, confusing people by double meanings was an amanojaku’s privilege after all!
“I brought some sweets.” Goro said, raising his basket.
The dog’s mood instantly flipped to excitement as she hastily ushered us into the household. At her meager table already sat the pathetic tuna Wakasagihime and that recluse Sekibanki who both gave me nervous and indifferent glares respectively.
“Well well well, how fortunate to happen upon this gathering of losers. All that good karma I earned must be coming back in force.” I cackled with my hand on my hip.
“So, it would seem. I didn’t take you for the romantic type and here you are side-by-side with a man, truly a blessing for someone with a rotten personality like you.” Sekibanki waved.
“Pardon? Goro if you were looking for a youkai partner, I could have recommended much better candidates!” Wakasagihime chimed in.
Goro waved his hand. “It’s circumstances, circumstances!” He said jovially. “Fortune makes for strange bedfellows after all.”
“Bedfellows, that’s…” The mermaid blushes, sinking into her chair.
“It’s a manner of speech. He means they’re business partners, not that they share a bed.” Sekibanki explained.
“Yup. We’re in the process of becoming estranged, this one sleeping on the floor.” I said, jamming a thumb at Goro.
“Any who, when’s the last time you all went to the village? I brought some sweets.” He interjected, distributing sweets among us, leaving me a spicy cookie, which I eat whole and down immediately with an entire cup of tea.
Only losers wasted time sipping and exchanging pleasantries like these bores were doing now. In the meantime, I just rock back in my chair balancing myself between stillness and falling.
“… so that’s the reason for my visit, Yukari’s finally gone off the deep-end and almost everybody who’s anyone is getting up to put a stop to things.” Goro finished.
“So, you want to use the Grassroots Network as canon fodder?” Sekibanki asked with raised eyebrows, an edge to her voice.

>>45046716
(2/4)
I liked this neckless prude the best, at least she had part of a spine.
“On the contrary, you all can do something the heavy hitters can’t, take away Yukari’s greatest defense.” Goro spoke.
“The fox Shikigami?” Kagerou asked.
“Her gap ability?” Wakasagihime suggested.
“The Yakumo dead grip over information flow?” Sekibanki put forward.
“The hag’s inability to laugh at anyone’s jokes but her own?” I threw out.
“The village residents.” Goro spoke, answering the very question he proffered. What an ass.
“They wouldn’t defend Yukari, would they? She’s one of the most hated and despicable Youkai of all! Even Seija has more friends than her!” Wakasagihime blurt out.
Was that true? I suppose the hag had the fox Shikigami and her Shikigami’s Shikigami, but that’s more of a pet and people would clump me in with Nue and the Inchling princess so…
Ah Hell. Finally got to admit Yukari outclasses me in one thing: being a friendless loser.
“With its proximity to the village, any fight with the big wigs will leave a huge chunk of the town in the blast zone, plus a market that’s risen around that place. So, unless they want to slaughter loads of Human and Youkai, they’ll have to use smaller attacks. Meanwhile Yukari is probably preparing defense so she can fight as she pleases.” Goro explained.
“If anybody had any guts, they’d throw caution to the wind and go wild, let’s see the surprise on Yukari’s face when her little establishment becomes a memorial to a tragedy she caused!” I say romantically.
“It’s poor form to kill more people than you save on a ‘rescue mission’.” Sekibanki said.
“It might come to that anyway, since big youkai tend to get a little unhinged in the heat of things.” Kagerou added.
“Quite so, that’s why we need the Grassroot Network’s support in this. Evacuate the residents so everyone strong can nuke the place at a 100% from the beginning and Yukari will have to burn a contingency to keep in the fight. She’ll be down two who cards before the fight even begins in earnest.” Goro explained.
The Youkai looked tepid. Made sense with them being cowards and why would they go out of their way for Youkai who didn’t live on the fringe or Humans who spurned they’re existence? Goro, probably sensing their indecision, changed the subject.
“Say what’s this?” He asked, picking up a flyer from the table.
“Yamashiro dropped it off. She’s opening a business to care for lonely children and she’s looking for help!” The mutt answered excitedly, her tail sweeping back and forth.
“She means those on the borderline, half-youkai, half-humans.” Sekibanki answered matter-of-factly.
“Did she tell you why?” Goro asked.
“Because Anon’s about to have a lot of kids?” Wakasagihime answered.
Everyone turned to the mermaid in shock, even I was off-put at how quick the tuna princess put things together.
“What? I hear many Youkai go to that brothel! It’s not like many humans come out and visit us for courting and the like! So, it’s got to be his kids!” She pouted.
At this, a depressing cloud floats over the hut. The mermaid looked in the air, projecting her frustrations on a man she invented in her head. The Rokurokubi looked out the window, waiting for a stud to knock on it with a pie and bouquet. The wolf’s ears dropped, and she careened over as if all the world’s weight was suddenly placed on her.
I lapped the scenery up, putting my hands behind my head and admired the plight of socially stunted woman.
Goro coughed. “I’ve tried getting some of my bachelor friends to agree to a mixer it’s just that, well, they’ve heard the rumors about the HSE and Youkai maiden’s stock has been plummeting since they started selling lewd illustrations around the building.”
“So, if we were to help get rid of the HSE…” Wakasagihime began.
“… and help villagers escape…” Sekibanki continued.
“… then the villagers would like Grassroot Youkai more and come to visit?” Kagerou finished.
I slap a hand over my face. “Way to go Goro, you’ve conned these lonely maidens into a brothel bashing so they can dream about a man finally sharing a bed with them. Bravo!” I speak.
Unfortunately, these love-struck, dorky, sick excuses for Youkai are already too busy thinking about which man they’re going to pick out after they fall over them in the rescue attempt. Even Sekibanki, I thought she was different!
“The Grassroot Network is here to help!” They answer in unison.
“Just one issue.” Sekibanki says, raising a hand. “Won’t Yukari figure us out immediately and just plan around us?”

>>45046725
(3/4)
The gloom seeps back into the room, to my great glee.
“Well of course she’ll know, but it won’t help her if she doesn’t have specifics. I can give you all sets of instructions that should guarantee a successful operation without having to coordinate much. they’re ways of handling secrets such that powerful Youkai and Gods can’t read them, even if they have the information right in front of them. It’s just time consuming is all.” Goro says, lifting back his head and exhaling.
“Time consuming? Like small talk and teatime? Oh Geez, is this why everyone spends so much time on boring chit-chat?!” I groan.
“Goro-kun, could you hand me back that flyer? I’ll need it to take the position.” The mutt asked.
“Oh sure, was wondering why this thing had a serial number on it, seems pretty weird for a flyer… wait.” Goro uttered, before his eyes darted over the piece of paper.
“Yamashiro-Sensei you absolute Yamawaro genius.” Goro utters under his breath.
Smiling he hands the dog back her flyer. “Kagerou, how many people got this flyer in the Grassroot’s Network?”
The wolf put her finger on her lip and looked up for a second, swaying her tail and counting in her head.
“I’d say about thirty or fifty. I also handed of some of my stack for others to distribute.” She answered.
“Perfect. Be at the Winter Solstice festival and bring those flyers. Do that and nobody, not Yukari, Yama, or any God, Dragon, Celestial, or otherwise will know what you’re up to.” Goro said, smiling like an oni.

>>45046750
(3.5/4)
---
“Do your deals often involve putting the moves on lonely woman?” I asked Goro as we walked to our next destination.
“If you mean giving someone the pleasure of conversation and some tea snacks? All the time.” He answered shrugging.
“Don’t play coy, you’re not as good as you think you are. Why didn’t you just cut the crap and make one of those ‘Absolute, Instant Deals’ with them? Or was it not in their ‘best interests’?” I ask.
Goro had one of those weird little psychic abilities some humans had developed in the past couple years, he could clasp hands with anyone and make them instantly agree to a deal that favored them which they’d be forced to abide by. It made me gnash my teeth when I heard the tale and then heard about the newt-like man it belonged to even before I met the fool.
“They’re my friends and I don’t have a reason to doubt them you know?” Goro said nonchalantly.
“So what? Worried about your reputation? You wanna know what I’ve heard about you? A human traitor who bows to whoever pays him a yen and’ll bury the bodies with a smile and a ‘thank you sir’.” I sneer.
“That’s why Eirin has you in a vice feeding her info about the HSE for pills, why you can’t stop Nue from doing whatever with the stuff she’s got from the outside, and you know what? You probably could’ve also stopped me from beating you half to death. Even that perverted Buddhist woman and shitty Husband Beater Miko are better than you, at least they’re not afraid to flex their strengths!” I continue.
I take a step toward him and poked my finger at his chest and patted my breast.
“You asked me if amanojaku have a heart? Yeah, well what I want to know if the human in front of me has a soul! Or are you just another man marching to someone else’s beat?” I finish.
Goro closes his eyes and exhales, then he leans closer to me, pushing me back. With his mouth he pulls a glove off his left hand, the one I had inverted whose exoskeleton and joints made it look crafted, as if it were the hand of some doll. With it, he grips the hand I had pointed at him.
“Do you feel it? My heartbeat?” He asks.
At first my mouth opens to berate him for more useless talk, but I’m stopped by the sensation of the drumming. Yes, even through the bone-like hand, I could feel his heart.
“That’s a human life, the kind that’d like it to stay that way. I’ve seen men ‘accept a youkai’s invitation’, forget themselves, and meet terrible fates. Watched ascended gods lose themselves and change in a follower’s faith. I Listened to every crime committed by a smalltime vengeful spirit in her lunatic grudge as I bargained for her passing on.”
He leaned closer and the beat of his heart grew louder.
“Absolute deal means absolute. It can’t be destroyed, eaten, manipulated, forgotten, flipped, or avoided in any way, even if you bended fate, time, or space you wouldn’t be free from the commitment and why would you want to? The deal must be in your best interest.” He continued.
“So, you are a coward. You’re afraid that if people understood how ‘absolute’ your deals are, you wouldn’t be able to remain human.” I accused.
He leaned closer, I could feel my own heartbeat grow louder, and his breath on my face.
“Have you ever thought about what would happen in a world where people couldn’t lie? Where wedding vows were truly ironclad and evil Youkai like you couldn’t leave even each other in the mirth of ambiguity? What’s more: aren’t you curious about the absolute deals I’ve made up to this point? Even if I die, they won’t go away you know.” Goro asked.
“Things haven’t changed since we left that mountain. When I don’t need you alive, I’ll kill a boring weak-willed man like you on the spot.” I told him.
He whispers directly into my ear.
“That’s right Seija. I’m just a weak human and that’s how I should die. Make sure to eat me whole, I don’t want Orin carting me off.”
Now our hearts drumming is all I hear, the sound reverberating on top of itself over and over again.
I put my hand on his chest and squeezed ever so slightly, I could do it, I could kill him now consequences be damned. But was this a deal? Had he forced me into doing this? I wanted to do it after all, so it was in my best interest.
He was so close, and his body seemed so peaceful, if I killed him now would he go to nirvana without question? Then I shouldn’t kill him, not until he’s miserable and distraught, in fact, I should-

>>45046755
(4/4)
“Ahh!” A frightened voice yelled.
Goro and I both turned to see that mutt, Kagerou, dropping the whicker basket Goro had brought with him.
“So uh, Goro-kun! You um, left this basket at my place and it seemed like it still had some pretty important stuff so I thought I should bring it to you, but I uh…” She said, all woozy looking.
“…what I mean to say is, sorry for interrupting! I’ll be off now!” She barked, setting the basket down and speeding off, but not before turning to me, making a thumbs-up sign and winking.
It’s decided. Next time I was coming back with sheep sheers and leaving with a wolf-skin scarf.
Goro walked over and retrieved his basket, then continued down the path. When I didn’t immediately follow, he turned back.
“Coming?” He asked.
I tried to mouth something, but not even I could come back from such a flip of the situation.
“Wait.” His eyes narrowed. “You didn’t think I was serious, did you? Oh man, I actually got you?” He threw his head back, laughing.
I felt my face flush with embarrassment and, begrudgingly, enjoyment. Never have I cursed my existence as an amanojaku so much.
“So, you really are just a small fry huh? I bet your that ‘absolute deal’ of yours is full of holes, isn’t it?!” I angerly blurted out.
“Eh? Oh no it really is as permanent as it gets.” He began, smirking “but what good is it if I must satisfy the client’s best interests? For many evil people like Yukari, a good doer like me is better off dead right?” He laughed.
I felt my eye twitch.
“And who’d believe someone would become a God just by shaking some hands? It’s like being venerated for eating at nice restaurants or having a distant relationship to a god, but twice removed.” He said, slapping his knee.
I raise my hands trying to say something, but don’t find the words.
“And speaking of killing, you’ll let me stick around for the finale at least? Hell, maybe you’ll get a chance to flip my plans and the HSE on its head all in one go hm? Wouldn’t want to miss the look on my face, right?” He chuckled, walking off.
Staring at his back, I felt my composure return and senses slowly restored.
I smiled, wide and toothy.
Maybe I had been too hard on Goro. He did have those Grassroots Youkai wrapped around his thumb, knew a surprising amount about Yukari’s tendencies, and even had dealings with high-level youkai like Nue and Futatsuiwa. His ability might be sub-par and his skill in battle left much to be desired, but he was driven toward some end and when you know what someone wants, you can control them.
People think an Amanojaku’s only duty is to flip everything on its head, but everyone forgets our true role:
We tempt men to do evil things.

>>45046767
Seija got played like fiddle!

>>45045991
I do not understand this image and filename.

>>45047114
Probably from the zou doujin where Sanae was forced to eat humans at a tengu gathering

>>45047114
>>45045991
>I do not understand this image and filename.
IIRC it's a Doujinshi where the Moriya Shrine has a human sacrifice and Sanae eats a human offering, thus becoming a full-on god.
Which is kind of weird because human sacrifice is a little archaic and Moriya is supposed to be more modern, but I think it comes from the same author who did the story about the last Youkai hunter who gets canalized piece by piece by Youkai and does the Marshmallow experiment, but with humans instead of marshmallows.
Anyway, Prion diseases are more terrifying then any youkai.

>>45046716
>rebel little wind chimes! Fight back against your drab little surroundings all you’d like!
>putting my hands behind my head and admired the plight of socially stunted woman.
>that entire scene.
Seija has no room to talk about socially stunted desperate women when she's this evil and cute!
Now she has her sights on Goro-kun! Our Poor human is gonna end up an Amano-husband whether he likes it or not.

>>45038292
Slight errors in the continually regarding the job squad, Marisa should've been pregnant by then. She should've been around two months pregnant by then from what I understand. Though we'd need mimafag to chime in since he just mentioned that he forgot about that detail.
As well Hana hasn't made a deal with mima just yet as she hasn't escaped yet. She will but it shouldn't be in the 'before pregnancy' section
Hope this clears up some confusion down the line

>>45047907
the list is ordered more by events in writing order, I'm still working in the timeline, and trying to keep myself san(a)e
and the "before maripregnancy" is everything before this >>44861980, will probably change to "before marisa's pregnancy is visible" or something
sorry if it's unclear in the chart

>>45048069
I see, Hana and Marisa are annoying to order since Hana's stuff is barely catching up to Marisa's pregnancy as of the newest section. Good luck keeping sane in ordering this mess of a collab and thank you for your service!

>>45045925

A bright laser flashed by Hana's head, it heated her skin and hair unpleasantly with the strength of its magic, for a moment she shuddered at what her teacher's full power could do but there was no time to think! Even though she dodged the lance of light the surrounding bullets gave her no rest, she knew there would be another, and another, and another... Marisa seemed to favor her non-directional laser as a teaching tool which left Hana little choice but to confront the impossibility of dodging light.


By the time the two set down after running through a few different practices Hana was feeling exhausted, she'd been through five of those matches after her physical and flight training and each was harder than the last. Though Hana didn't wipe out or get hit too hard that she couldn't maintain flight it was clear Marisa was still holding back on both her power and what her spellcard could output. It was frustrating but it was vital to her growth.

With a cocky smile the witch lead Hana inside with the promise of tea, which Hana accepted of course as it was already well into the evening and the sun was losing its battle with the wind. With a smile Marisa bragged about herself in her overly cluttered home as she prepared some barely palpable tea, "I think at this rate you'll be ready to take on a real danmaku match with me soon enough, its good to have to such a strong teacher isn't it da ze?"

Hana rolled her eyes and smirked as Marisa heated the water quickly with a spell and prepped the tea leaves, "Yes Marisa-sensei, its been a tall order but your instructions have really made short work of my inexperience!"

Grinning now Hana let the words hang as Marisa put the tea on the table alongside a small bowl of sugar, "Hehe~ that's my star pupil for you! Flattery won't get you anywhere you know ze!"

Hana couldn't resist, if Marisa was so blinded by the surface level flattery then... "It's not 'just' flattery Marisa-sensei, after all I really am grateful for your top-level instruction that brings me to new heights! You better watch out though, I'll be sprouting past you quick enough!"

Nodding with a satisfied grin Marisa noticed Hana putting some of the sugar into her tea, "Ah, Hanarin the tea isn't the best quality and is a little bitter, try another half a spoonful unless you'd like some honey?"

Hana shook her head, almost feeling a little bad for teasing her without her notice, "Ah it's fine, no need to bother I'll stick with the sugar."

Marisa sipped her own tea, it seemed she liked it bitter and without sugar as she ate her snack with it. Hana was feeling thirsty and she took a big gulp down of the swee- salty?! Hana swallowed before she could spit it out and stuck her tongue out at the unpleasant taste of the now overly salty and bitter green tea.

Marisa smiled with an infuriatingly smug smile, "Looks like you got the short end of the stick, huh Hanarin? Not feeling so high and mighty now ze?"

This damn witch!


Hana soon found herself home again, the night had just turned the sky that lovely shade of violet as she walked in with some takeout from a local stand. Aunn quickly called out to her upon hearing Hana announce that she's home. The green Komainu was quick to hop out of the living area as she trotted up to Hana, her eyes practically shining as she smelled the aroma of hot food. Hana couldn't help but return a smile to her eager face.

As the two ate in the kitchen, some tea brewed and sweetened a bit overly to make up for that salty surprise at Marisa's home; she couldn't help but let her mind wander as Aunn blabbered about her day. Half paying attention to the komainu's story she couldn't help but notice that despite Marisa's usual easy going mood she seemed unusually unfocused on things outside of her danmaku duel.

Stranger still, when she didn't think Hana was looking she seemed to rub her belly... Did she eat something weird too? First Sanae seemed a bit weird now Marisa? Was there some bug going around? Was she going to have to bust up Yamame? Well at any rate it was disconcerting, maybe she'd pick up medicine from that disguised youkai rabbit sometime for stomach aches. It was the least she could do.

As she and Aunn disposed of the paper wraps and started getting the bath ready she couldn't help but shake that strange feeling from her mind that there was more going on beneath the surface here. Still she was no master detective like from one of Agatha Q's books and there was no crime in question here, it would be rude to probe about it after all.

She dismissed these thoughts for now, if either of them had something to say they'd speak to her about it. After all, their secrets were their own and its not like Hana didn't have her own to hide... Well either way it was late. Aunn had gotten the bath heated and there was no use in worrying about things when she had other problems to attend to.

Stripping off at the doorway to the bath she walked in and joined her friend.

>>45048091
Hana really is all out in fucking her dog… at least they're both happy? Marisa gonna regret that salt prank when Hana pays back with putting depleted nuclear waste in her tea, fucking witch! okuu would find it immensely funny, probably
thanks for the piece, anon!

>>45048091
Don't worry Hana all you need is doctor Yago and Okina's help and your baby will be fine.
If you can afford the price that I'd.

>>45048091

Hana lay there in the hour before dawn arrived in full, the morning birds have begun calling to each other and the insects have woken up as well. Aunn lay on her side, robe still agape from their play from last night, and while she couldn't make out her body obscured by the dark and blanket as it was, she could still feel it as Aunn clung to her arm.

As much as it intrigued her as she squeezed Aunn's body nowhere in particular it was lacking something... It may have relieved her stress and helped keep her centered, but they weren't lovers or anything and Hana still considered her more akin to a sister.

Chirping filled her ears and the sleep cleared from her mind as she pondered her desire. Her own robe was discarded on the side of the futon, so she pulled the covers and Aunn tighter to brace against the chill.

More than anything she wanted warmth, and despite the guilt she felt over what she'd done she wanted nothing more to see her father smile again, at her...?

Hana felt a guilt creep up as she cleared the thoughts from her mind, she felt the shame rise as she recalled what she did. The memories formed a fragmented tapestry of regret in her wandering mind. She told herself that she wanted him out for his own sake, nothing about this was right after all!

Sanae, Marisa, maybe even Miyoi or another good women could date him and he'd pick up where he left off building a romance and she'd tease him lightly about it! Yes... that's right, it was for his sake that she acted and the future family she'd be apart of! Maybe she'd even accept if he looked her way instead...

Shaking her head to clear those thoughts she couldn't help but remember his touch and the heat that consumed her in totality. They seemed to swarm around her head like mosquitos, intent to prick and prod at her without care or remorse.

One singular thought took its place at the forefront of her mind as the heat and need to taste that forbidden nectar held grip on her soul, 'I need to see my father!'

next part coming soon, hiroshimoot willing. Only my phone network isn't rangebanned atm so if I stop posting thats why. Eitherway I'm falling asleep at the wheel so I'm cutting it off here before Hana tries working up the nerve to enter the HSE alone.
>>45048237
Thanks for the edit, always fun seeing them.
>>45048303
Hana might not be pregnant, but she's gonna try her best!

>>45048386
>Hana still considered her more akin to a sister.
the sin/incest fetish is fucking real...
hopefully Anon can say a fat 'NO' to his horny daughter for once in his life, it'd save us from the most cursed timeline

>>45048523
poor hana can't even go to therapy or anything because the therapist is directly involved with keeping her father imprisoned
at this point there's nowhere for hana to go but down on her father

>>45048405
>Only my phone network isn't rangebanned atm so if I stop posting thats why
damn, that sucks massive ass man. Do you have a contigency plan, like a doc where you post your writings and Anons can go and read?

>>45048386
With everybody involved in conspiracies, fucking her father, or too terrfied of gappy Hana has a short list of people she can talk too.
And they all all Youkai or Youkai adjacent, poor little racist Hana.

Cirno felt a tingling sensation as Byakuren’s arm left her, Okina had touched that spot earlier, was something important about it? Cirno put her own hand on that spot, failing to feel a heartbeat.

Mulling her words over as she starred as Cirno, Byakuren kneaded her hands together. “Cirno.. You haven’t been doing anything strange lately?” Byakuren ventured.

Cirno put her hand to her chin as she thought to herself. “No, not really?” she said casually, answering in an honest and childlike tone.

Byakuren and Shou could only stare at Cirno, shocked at how clearly false her words were while she herself believed in them completely.

"Well Cirno, I don't know much about fairies, but you're certainly made up of a lot of vitality and natural elements… how do I say this next part."

"You are unstable and using a foreign source of faith to stabilize yourself," Shou stated bluntly, Cirno noticed she didn’t have that jewel thingy and spear she normally did.

Realization popping into Cirno’s mind she spoke without speaking "Oh yeah. That'd be Okina-san. I remember now." Cirno said, shaking her head in affirmation as she proceeded to not explain anything.

An old man like that god hanging out with fairies, the youkai and idol could only be disturbed by the implications. "Cirno." Byakuren says in a quiet motherly voice as she puts a hand on Cirno's shoulder, "Where did she touch you."

"byakuren-san!" Shou protested, "Don't insinuate such things, Okina may be odd, but she's still a Buddha, there's no way she'd touch a child."

"I'm not a child, I'm over eighty years old!" Cirno protested, realizing what Byakuren and SHour were implying. Flying out of Byakuren's grasp a horrified look crossed both Shou and Byakuren’s faces. “Stop looking at me like that! Okina-san is gonna help me save Anon and Reimu, and she’s keeping me safe as well!” Cirno exclaimed, letting a burst of chill wind explode outward from her. “Stop assuming such mean things about her!”

“Saving Anon?” The two asked simultaneously

---
“So you’ve entered into a contract with Matara-jin and into the backdoor god’s service to extend your own life and protect the people you love, am I correct.” Shou said as she eyed the ‘nun’ who stood next to her.

Ignoring Shou’s gaze, Byakuren spoke. “I admire your bravery Cirno, but you should be so quick to enter into the service of that od and thro-”

“If I’m gonna protect the people I care about I need to be strong.” Cirno said with a strong resolve before it quickly started weakening “A-and I-I don’t want to die.” Cirno finished the last part with tears welling up in her eye, her voice growing shaky as thin cracks appeared along her skin and the sound of shattering Ice reverberated throughout the room.

“Calm down Cirno,” Byakuren says, pulling the fairy down and into a hug. Stroking the back of Cirno’s head like another world as Cirno cried into the monk's shoulder. “It’s okay Cirno, I may not know everything that is happening to you, but you’re not going to die.”
Holding Cirno out in front of her said.“Now, my professional opinion as a Youjitsu practitioner is that as a fairy, you are an embodiment of how humanity views nature. Over time you’ve strayed from the original vision and gained power beyond your means, like most Youkai or gods you now require supplementary material, faith, fear, worship, and humans, to keep on living. Okina is providing that just like how Bishamonten supplies it to Shou here.” Byakuren finishes by gesturing for Shou to speak.

“As a representative of a god, you will naturally become more like them. Before Byakuren imbued me with the essence of Bishamonten I was a near feral youkai made of many disparate myths and fears of a divine beast that guarded the mountain the Myouren temple was built on. But now.” Shou gestured to the entirety of herself, taking special care to highlight her abdomen for a reason that evaded Cirno.

“Even if I haven’t been the best idol, please come to me as your senpai if you need any help, Cirno.” At that, Shou bowed at the waist towards Cirno. “But as I was barely aware when I became an Idol, perhaps another ex-fairy like Suwako-san would be of more help?”

Byakuren almost choked and Cirno only tilted her head in response to Shou’s suggestion. "Suwako used to be a fairy? I thought she was a youkai."

>>45045245

Cirno 8, last one was 7
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Cirno felt a tingling sensation as Byakuren’s arm left her, Okina had touched that spot earlier, was something important about it? Cirno put her own hand on that spot, failing to feel a heartbeat.

Mulling her words over as she starred as Cirno, Byakuren kneaded her hands together. “Cirno.. You haven’t been doing anything strange lately?” Byakuren ventured.

Cirno put her hand to her chin as she thought to herself. “No, not really?” she said casually, answering in an honest and childlike tone.

Byakuren and Shou could only stare at Cirno, shocked at how clearly false her words were while she herself believed in them completely.

"Well Cirno, I don't know much about fairies, but you're certainly made up of a lot of vitality and natural elements… how do I say this next part."

"You are unstable and using a foreign source of faith to stabilize yourself," Shou stated bluntly, Cirno noticed she didn’t have that jewel thingy and spear she normally did.

Realization popping into Cirno’s mind she spoke without speaking "Oh yeah. That'd be Okina-san. I remember now." Cirno said, shaking her head in affirmation as she proceeded to not explain anything.

An old man like that god hanging out with fairies, the youkai and idol could only be disturbed by the implications. "Cirno." Byakuren says in a quiet motherly voice as she puts a hand on Cirno's shoulder, "Where did she touch you."

"byakuren-san!" Shou protested, "Don't insinuate such things, Okina may be odd, but she's still a Buddha, there's no way she'd touch a child."

"I'm not a child, I'm over eighty years old!" Cirno protested, realizing what Byakuren and SHour were implying. Flying out of Byakuren's grasp a horrified look crossed both Shou and Byakuren’s faces. “Stop looking at me like that! Okina-san is gonna help me save Anon and Reimu, and she’s keeping me safe as well!” Cirno exclaimed, letting a burst of chill wind explode outward from her. “Stop assuming such mean things about her!”

“Saving Anon?” The two asked simultaneously

---
“So you’ve entered into a contract with Matara-jin and into the backdoor god’s service to extend your own life and protect the people you love, am I correct.” Shou said as she eyed the ‘nun’ who stood next to her.

Ignoring Shou’s gaze, Byakuren spoke. “I admire your bravery Cirno, but you should be so quick to enter into the service of that od and thro-”

“If I’m gonna protect the people I care about I need to be strong.” Cirno said with a strong resolve before it quickly started weakening “A-and I-I don’t want to die.” Cirno finished the last part with tears welling up in her eye, her voice growing shaky as thin cracks appeared along her skin and the sound of shattering Ice reverberated throughout the room.

“Calm down Cirno,” Byakuren says, pulling the fairy down and into a hug. Stroking the back of Cirno’s head like another world as Cirno cried into the monk's shoulder. “It’s okay Cirno, I may not know everything that is happening to you, but you’re not going to die.”
Holding Cirno out in front of her said.“Now, my professional opinion as a Youjitsu practitioner is that as a fairy, you are an embodiment of how humanity views nature. Over time you’ve strayed from the original vision and gained power beyond your means, like most Youkai or gods you now require supplementary material, faith, fear, worship, and humans, to keep on living. Okina is providing that just like how Bishamonten supplies it to Shou here.” Byakuren finishes by gesturing for Shou to speak.

“As a representative of a god, you will naturally become more like them. Before Byakuren imbued me with the essence of Bishamonten I was a near feral youkai made of many disparate myths and fears of a divine beast that guarded the mountain the Myouren temple was built on. But now.” Shou gestured to the entirety of herself, taking special care to highlight her abdomen for a reason that evaded Cirno.

“Even if I haven’t been the best idol, please come to me as your senpai if you need any help, Cirno.” At that, Shou bowed at the waist towards Cirno. “But as I was barely aware when I became an Idol, perhaps another ex-fairy like Suwako-san would be of more help?”

Byakuren almost choked and Cirno only tilted her head in response to Shou’s suggestion. "Suwako used to be a fairy? I thought she was a youkai."

>>45049471
>"I'm not a child, I'm over eighty years old!"
she's not 180 years old yet, so a child indeed
also, damn, Okina's fetich for little girls seeped hard into the narrative, first with Aya and now with Cirno. I wonder what the people of Gensokyo would think if they come to know the efforts to save Anon from Yukari's rape dungeon were led by a pedophile goddess
I thought for a moment she was being supplemented energy from the outside world, then the brain started to work and I felt like a dumbass, kek

>>45043367
>perhaps she could be a detective too!
Are we starting a detective faction now? Kosuzu, Meiling and Patchouli Investigations?

>>45039622
(4/5)
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Ran and Tetsu left some minutes ago, a gap in the background my fast ticket back home. The night was cold and the Moon big, but today I, Chen—hi!—came prepared with gloves, a sweater, and warmers for my tails and forearms, feeling all cozy—even so, Ms. Reimu tried to return the scarf, which I refused. Again, I sit next to her, watching as she meditates, my hands working two needles as if second nature, two thick skeins of red and white coloration on my lap.

The moonlight shines above, skies clear, Ms. Reimu in complete silence, and the forest creaks with the sounds of nature… It's peaceful—

—until it is not.

A little groan comes from Ms. Reimu, imperceptible to people without big ears, and I turn to her, puzzled as her frown creases slightly, nails sinking into her faded clothes, muscles tensing, and I don't need to think too hard to understand that whatever she's feeling is bad. Releasing one of the needles, I gently place my hand on Ms. Reimu's left one, her eyes jerking open and her body tense like a rod, silver eyes painted with something… otherworldly.

The only way I can define it is as a bottomless rage.

It lasts two moments, eyes wide and burning like the pits of Hell, before the fury dissipates into thin air. Suddenly, she doesn't seem as monolithically strong as she was just a moment ago; her skin is sickly pale, and the smell of sweat emanates from the back of her head.

"I'm sorry, Chen, I—" She tried, but didn't seem capable of finding the right words.

"… You were angry."

She nods, slowly. "Yes." Her eyes close in thought, and it takes few deep breathing before she can utter, sinking her chin in the scarf, "… I was angry at myself."

My ears drop immediately, needles forgotten, frown creased. "What…?"

"I have many sins, Chen." It was said as if set in stone, and my heart drummed. "And none can be blamed on the world, on circumstances—I can only blame myself for them…" Her face contorted with bitterness. "Yet, my mind still tries to give excuses, ignore reality, and recede back to the monster I was… Because being a monster, even though hurtful… is much easier."

H-Huh?! My eyes broaden, tails fall, spine shivers, and my belly is consumed by a cold not even Mr. Anon's knitted love can dispel. "B-But… Ms. Yukari said you were sick! Has a mental problem and—"

A sweet, but calloused, hardened hand brushes my cheek, and I feel like crying when our eyes meet: behind her pupils, a crushing sad, yet in her face a smile of many stories. "No. There's no mental problem, no illness. There's no power beyond my control that commanded me to do the things I did, Chen—only myself." She withdraws her hand, and stares at the stars. "My powers can level mountains. One bad day, and I can devastate Gensokyo beyond repair… Still, for my entire life, I've been weak. I relied on these powers for everything, and it's no surprise that they—applied to everything by these frail hands—destroyed all I loved."

I'm crying, yet my hands work the needles, giving life and shape to the threads. That's why she meditates so much? To keep all that inside without letting other people see? I remember when I did that, and it took only five days before I was crying in Ran's arms…

Her hand reaches me again, this time pulling my hat down, a small giggle echoing, "Don't cry for me, Chen. These things I've said… They're in my past, and I'm trying to move past them, make up for them—all for Anon and Hana, my family. If they accept my words and forgive my sins, then I, well…" There's a weird smile on her face that whispers bad omens. I don't understand it. "I can die happy!"

Her words don't make me feel better, and my mind rushes. What is this sad? It's so different from all the people I know… I simply don't know what I should do. Should I do anything to begin with? All those smiles, those affirmations, the unburdened feeling of her words—as if the 'sins' that crawl on her back are not even there, even though her eyes of pure rage before say otherwise.

My crying doesn't end, and, sighing, Ms. Reimu gets closer and hugs me with just one arm, pulling my face to her chest.

I don't understand, yet I have this consuming feeling in my heart, like a black hole—the weird thing Ran explained once—sucking everything. I hear her own heart, how it beats, how her blood courses, how warm is her hug…

All join to form a wall in my throat, forbidding a single, frightening question from coming out: ‘What are your sins?’

"There, there…" Fondly, she kisses one of my ears, and I feel my tears thickening. "You're gonna grow big someday, Chen, and even if I don't know much of you, I'm certain you're gonna be strong—in power and in mind, something I could never be—but don't take it for granted. Strive for it. Being good can be effortless," my mind goes to Mr. Anon. "But being good and powerful is a challenge: power corrupts… Absolute power corrupts absolutely." Then, to Yukari. Reimu is still smiling. "… Just don't end like me, okay?"

>>45050505
there was no way to fit in, but captcha was: YYM0M... what did the gohei-waving Gensokyan bulletin board meant by that?

>>45050476
>one passes out during the investigation after taking three (3) steps
>the other discloses her full name, workplace, ID, IPv6, and favorite color in an area full of people
>Meiling jobs to a hentai
more like a detective/comedy fanfic

>>45050505
>Chen healing the 'mu into redemption
Noooo! I only have enough room in my heart for Yukari apologism, I can't handle two evil women!

>>45050973
>be evil the entire fanfic
>doesn't redeem herself
>gets redeemed anyway
too powerful

>>45050505
Maybe the 'Mu can change after all. It's still for the best they stay separated but if she's willing to help them move on it would be the best outcome.

>>45051136
I'm still dying for that sweet, sweet scene where hana's at her lowest and reimu comes in to have a talk with her where they both admit their wrongdoing and apologize to each other

>>45049471

Cirno 9

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As it turns out, Suwako had been a lake fairy who became a god, even though she introduced herself as a frog youkai. ‘How rude.’ Cirno thought as she floated out of the tramway, the crowd around her keeping a wide berth from the

Cirno had preferred when she could fly up to the shrine, but the Tengu became more territorial after the ropeway was put up and she had no excuse anymore. She pouted as she floated away from the crowd heading towards the main shrine where she could see Reimu's green counterpart talking about something or other.

If she remembered correctly the goddesses lived in the building behind the shrine with their... Daughter? She didn’t know exactly what their relationship was with the green girl whose name she didn’t remember.

Walking around the crowd and the main shrine, she could see the green girl catch her in the corner of her eye. Cirno waved a hand and stuck out her tongue at the forgettable shrine maiden. ‘The gods have more important things to do right now.’ Cirno said to herself as she exited the greenie’s field of view.

“You shouldn’t think such rude things about people, especially if they’re the kid of the person you're trying to cozy up to.” Suwako said, suddenly lounging atop a nearby rock, “So. What does Okina want?” she said as she drained the sake bottle she held in one hand.

“AH! Suwako!” Cirno exclaimed, waving at the goddess, almost toppling herself over in mid-air as she turned around. “I need help with my leg, Byakuren helped me a bit, but Shou said you might know more,” Cirno said rapidly.

“Well if you aren’t here on Okina’s orders, I guess I can help you, although I don’t know why Shou would direct you towards me,” Suwako said as she changed her lounging position.

“Well, Shou-senpai, said you used to be a fairy, and that you’d know a lot more about this,” Cirno says gesturing toward her half-stumped leg.

Suwako spit out some sake, looking embarrassed. “Is that so,” putting her bottle down she sat upright on the rock, scratching the back of her head she said, “Well guess I can’t blame her for being forthright and helping her Kouhai. The problem is just the leg right, so why don’t you do anything about it?”

“Huh?” Cirno asks, tilting her head.

“You're closer to a god now, how you appear is dependent on what you want.” Suwako said as she approached Cirno. “For example.” is a puff of smoke the Suwako Cirno was familiar with vanished, replaced by a beautiful woman towering over her.

“Wha-ha!” Cirno exclaimed, face redening at the appearance of the woman before her.

Continuing on, ignorant of Cirno’s reaction, Suwako spoke.“As a fairy who’s becoming a god, your abilities will expand in scope and power, for instance, while I am a nature deity, currently, I’m primarily a curse deity. Your case is a bit odd since I have no idea where your ice is coming from, but with some effort, I'm sure you can reliably draw on the concepts of summer, dance, or noh.” Suwako says, putting her finger down. “As long as you ease yourself into the domain and don’t do anything hasty that would destabilize you more control over your form will naturally come as you absorb more domains, or even other gods.”

Cirno felt a bit embarrassed now, realizing what the problem was. “So, say I…” she trailed off as Suwako gave her a glare.

“Yes, suddenly forcing through a burst of power, whether it be from a domain you're expanding into or one Okina holds something that would hurt,” Suwako said, in scorn that masked embarrassment and her own past mistakes.

“If that’s the case Cirno, you’ll have to manually readjust yourself, we have some good sources of ice on the mountain, and it’ll only get colder.” Throwing her hands up in the air she says “Knock yourself out, just remember that you owe me okay?”

“Thank you Suwa-senpai!” Cirno said snapping to attention saluting as she floated in mid-air, before zipping away.
“Ugh... Suwa-senpai.” It sounded dirty somehow, especially when coming out of the mouth of a follower of the backdoor god, she was considering keeping the older appearance to ward her off, but if it only attracted more of her servants it’d be useless.

Hopefully the little now half-fairy wouldn't cause too much trouble, they only had a month to prepare after all.

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Set 1 month before the finally, probably the last Cirno chapter I'll write, not counting for a finale and prologue PoV. I felt like better establishing her limits and introducing her properly to some characters she has connections with.

>>45051241
Suwako really just became a milf in front of Cirno for bragging rights? Damn
>last Cirno chapter
sadge, but understandable, thanks for all of the funny ice fairy lore and adventures!

>>45051383
Yeah, I think it's time to start wrapping things up, don't want to drag on for too long, probably gonna do Kokoro and Koishi visiting Eienti next. Still haven't decided if I want Koishi to be pregnant so i'm open to suggestions.
After that i'll have my three storylines: Rat, CIrno, K&k finished so I can began drafting what i'd like for the finale and epilogues, I'll probably do one more Junko chapter, maybe with Seiran and Tewi, to set up Junko going in on mom'ing Hana.

>>45051150
Given Hana's past actions, at this point their reconciliation will probably involve them just having sex. The Hana ending will just be them returning to being a family, strengthening their bonds through daily incestuous threesomes.

>>45051595
>Yeah, I think it's time to start wrapping things up
Yamashiro and the grassroots network are basically in position, but more chicanery may occur.
Seija plot should wrap up in 5 or 6 sections.
The summery made me realize I have 40 or so posts in this mess.
D-Day is gonna be hilarious and the epilogues probably more so.
I have an idea for a dumb touhou fic for the longest time and I'll probably end up writing it after all this is over.
The ride truly never ends.

>>45051595
>>45051782
>gonna end the Kasen side tomorrow
>Reimu depends on Hana-anon and where he wants Hana to be before the festival starts
>Ran's gonna have her estrus + some things with Reimu, Aya and Toutetsu
>Chen will have some more chapters
yup, I'm about there, just two more weeks, trust me. Not rushing other Anons tho, so probably gonna write some spin-offs like Momiji in the meantime

>>45051771
no more trauma, Junko will save Hana from her sin/incest fetish; Anon will say NO; Reimu will be sorry and live her happy retirement happy and at peace with her actions
but if anyone writes that ending I'll be reading it... such is the nature of man

>>45051915
Junko just refines things, she does not purge sins.
If she tried to use her power on Hana now, Hana would just turn into a goddess governing dog-fucking and incest.
She can't save Hana now, and the only path forward is towards more degeneracy.
But at least they'll all be together again.

>>45037710
source of this youmu?

>>45052010
no need for powers, just the support and love of a concerned but understanding foster-mother

>>45052027
https://danbooru.donmai.us/posts/6323946?q=kousei_%28public_planet%29+konpaku_youmu+

>>45052059
...Hana's going to die, isn't she?

>>45052060
thanks m8

>>45052069
can't answer that, am not hananon

>>45052088
Getting close to Junko is basically a death flag if you're a kid.
As far as I'm concerned, she would be far better off just accepting her desire to be double-teamed by her mom and dad while the dog watches.

It's probably one of the more believable endings for a story like this, honestly. The evil Yukari is struck down, Anon is saved, and Hana even gets her happy family back, but there's no actually fixing all the messed-up shit that happened in between, and Anon basically went from one fucked up situation to one that's probably a little less fucked up, but not really a "good" ending, either.

>>45052059
With Reimu, Ran, Junko, Yamashiro, and all of the other women Anon knocked up Hana is going to have so many moms.

>>45052199
Yamashiro is a grandma, though
and if all these women together can somehow cure Hana's autism, I'll consider this entire ordeal an absolute win

>>45052180
it's gonna be really weird when the HSE ends and we go back to hana just being a racist instead of a racist, perpetually horny, incest-addicted dogfucker with a kink for moral degeneration

>>45052228
we can all say it was just a terrible nightmare

>>45052248
What a funny little trickster, showing Hana the absolute worst thing that could possibly happen.
Does it kill her racism or make it stronger?

>>45052322
mixed
the bad is:
>a youkai woman raped her dad in front of her, then raped Hana herself for the lulz
>she saw thousands of youkai women running a train on her father and his torturated soul
>she saw these same women profiting by drawing rape doujinshins, write fanfics and so on
>her best friends and confidents were caught in this web too, with Marisa being the worst offender
but the good is:
>she also saw her father never losing hope and being aided by a cast of lovable youkai, from Chen's pureness and empathy; Toutetsu straightfowardness, Yamashiro-san's long term thinking and so on
>she saw her mother regretting everything she did for the first time in her life and admitting her mistakes
>and she probably will see the finale where Anon finally stands up for himself and goes on to live a life with true happiness
she'll probably still be racist, but have a softer spot for 'good ones'

>>45052248
Kek
Not a big fan of dream sequences, but it'd be funny. Might be a bit too close to a regression/reincarnation/time travel story honestly, but that depends on how many PoVs she sees and if parts of this story are taken into cannon.
Like Cirno's story of maturing into a higher lifeform, if that was taken as cannon would Hana try to do something about that, like hooking Cirno up with Suwako.
Not saying it'd be the worst thing ever, but it could be very messy and I don't want the reader to feel like our recursive fanfic is required reading.
That said I would like best boy Goro to make a cameo.
t.Not!nazrinanon

>>45048674
I could set one up just in case, I already use one to write it on my computer then drag it to my phone. With my home network it'll sometimes work when it switches IP addresses but its been giving me the rban message for about a day now so I'm just a bit concerned

>>45052512
Og Hanaanon said previously he'd make some mentions to the HSE, probably write it as a joke in the background, but I doubt any of our canons and storylines will carry over
>Cirno is not the god of ice cream
>Ran and Chen are not escaping Yukari's abuse
>Reimu is not redeeming herself Kratoslike
>Yamashiro is not being relevant ever again
>Yukari will go on unpunished
>Aya will never be happy
>Koishi will never go through a pregnancy that will reopen her third eye
>Mima will never be unsealed
>No one will ever befriend Yuuka
> Kanako will actually have a chance with Anon
and so on...

>>45048708
Thats what makes it so fun, there's only about 3 or so named humans left that I can remember off the top of my head. She'd never breathe a word of this Sanae, her idol, nor Marisa her valued mentor and someone she doesn't want to risk losing by telling the truth, Reimu? Lmao.

Outside of that only Sumi and Kosuzu are left, but she probably hasn't seen Sumi since she was an infant and Suzu isn't really her friend. She's more of her father's friend.

>>45052576
>Kanako will actually have a chance with Anon
Some things hold true in all universes, anon.

>>45052590
Eh, Hana waking up with memories of the HSE feels too much like another recursive fanfic.

>>45052576
Yeah, I'm hopeful he won't do the dream thing, and your doomer tone made me kek. It makes it sound like the HSE is some happy go lucky everybody gets a good ending.
They won't, but they will have to move on with their lives and deal with the consequences of their actions

>>45052576
>Ran and Chen
The HSE, unironically, made her this way. Greek tragedy.
>Yukari
Anon made his vows. Greek tragedy, Yukari did nothing wrong
>Aya
Aya isn't even happy now, she just got raped in a bathroom and lives under constant surveilance. She'll be much happier cranking out Bunbunmarus again.
>Mima
Shrine is still neglected, MIMA will defeat Reimu herself
>Yuuka
Duo with MIMA to teach Reimu a lesson and save her friend Anon that she won't rape this time.
>Spoiler
lol, lmao even

>>45050505
>There's a weird smile on her face that whispers bad omens. I don't understand it. "I can die happy!"
Mu suicide ending confirmed

>>45052689
don't bully her, please...

>>45052576
>>45052248
The 'it was just a dream ending' is shit normally but it'd be a funny segway. We can even have doremy eventually make a cameo where she sets Hana up for a therapy session at Eientei

>>45052822
>Doremy sets up therapy for Hana at Eientei
>Thing is, like most dreams, Hana already forgotten it entirely
>she's uber confused with a distressed Doremy hammering that she needs therapy asap
>Eirin watches all this tiredly
kek

>>45052865
She's going to spearhead an investigation into what the FUCK Yukari is putting in their water to cause this absolute atrocity

>>45052865
doremy will be hana's third (fourth?) mom begging her to get help
can you imagine what's in hana's dream book? doremy's interactions with hana's dream self must be wild

>>45052822
Is there any other way back to normal? Hananon's vacation started when Hana was having racist dreams after visiting Yukari. Only other excuse I can think of is Hana!Yukari visiting an alternate Gensokyo through gaps to see "what would happen if I pranked Hana's dad for breaking his vows" and then discovering all of this. Though she might get a new interest in Hana's dad, possible less rapey than HSE!Yukari.

>>45052928
I still firmly believe that Yukari trolling Hana in the oghanastory was her way of saying she's going to scoop him up for herself

>>45052898
Imagine doremy giving her fluff dreams and hanging with her at night for the express purpose of healing her deep troubles just waiting for an excuse to show themselves

>>45052897
she manipulated the gap between water and cum

>>45053073
>1 doremy
vs
>The eldritch horrors of a horny and troubled teenager's mind
what an epic battle

>>45053186
>doremy vs hana's nightmare hellzone in the dream world
there's a fanfic of a fanfic of a fanfic of a fanfic to be written about this

>>45052865
I love Doremy. She's the best therapist and is the nicest Youkai.
We should all make sure we have a good night sleep so she doesn't go hungry!

>>45053216
>it's written like a DOOM crossover
Og Hanafren should be proud of his story, it spawned the most insane and beautiful shit since KKHTA

>>45052576
>Cirno is not the god of ice cream
You say this as a joke but ice cream is the perfect intersection between the concepts of summer and ice.
As well as being east to get worship from, everybody loves ice cream after all.

>>45053296
>You say this as a joke but ice cream is the perfect intersection between the concepts of summer and ice.
>As well as being east to get worship from, everybody loves ice cream after all.

>>45050505
(5/5—p1)
—
Ms. Reimu returned the scarf, and even though she was smiling before she left, I, Chen—…—felt hollow. Such feeling followed me even here, Mr. Anon by my side with his own set of needles, expertly putting together heavier clothes for the incoming winter—as of now he was knitting Ran a purple and yellow sweater, and each thread had so much thought behind it, so much love…

I looked at the skeins on my lap, already halfway used, and the handmade needles I use to put together a formless piece of red-white clothing.

"I know it's bad etiquette to ask—but what are you knitting? These patterns are… weirdly depressing." His voice was sudden and close, and I jumped back slightly with the proximity. Mr. Anon looked with curiosity at the section I knitted yesterday: heavy, tense, and quite sad, like a blanket—one you could cry beneath. I don't know why that was my the best example… "Chen? Are you feeling well?"

I thought about lying, about hiding…

"… Mr. Anon, can I ask something?" His knitting stopped as he gave me his full attention, the wind of late autumn blowing and making me shiver, the wind chimes singing a tenuous choir, my heart heavy. This would make him mad, right? It may make him sad, too—but I don't want to hide! It'll just make things worse… I don't want people around me to get hurt. I gulp down a wall of ice, my ears drop, and I utter, "What was your… wife, Reimu, like?"

The wind chimes go silent. It's as if the world is holding its breath as I watch his face change: confusion, pain, suffering, fear, and, as he looks away from me and takes deep breaths… longing.

"Reimu, huh…?" He then laughs a bit, turning back to me, and I see the longing fading away in a sea of hurt. "Why the curiosity?" I shudder, red, and Mr. Anon's eyes narrow with puzzlement, but whatever connections he might've made are simply brushed aside. "Well… Before we married, Reimu was the woman of my dreams. I felt lucky for every second by her side, and making her happy made me happy—it was even funny: one simple day I awoke, made breakfast, got ready for the day, looked at myself in the mirror and, for no motive, thought: 'I want to marry Reimu'. It came so out of left field that I started laughing… Sometime later, we were engaged." I had a silly smile plastered on my face, the story of budding love making me feel all warm inside…

Then his smile faded.

"However, as time passed, she changed. She was straightforward and blunt before; it was endearing… But then she became possessive, manipulative, cynical, a-and—violent. It was like the Reimu I knew and dedicated myself to was suddenly replaced…" The calm front of Mr. Anon suddenly morphed into one more akin to that of a rat scared for its life.

Bile rose up my throat; I wasn't much better either as Reimu’s stare of pure rage popped into my mind like wildfire.

It always confused me this one detail about Mr. Anon: most humans are weak and can't seriously fight against a Youkai, yet Mr. Anon had many, many scars—he, a peaceful, kind man…

He doesn't seek fights. Then, how?

… The answer made my hands holding the needles—unconsciously knitting the halfway-done piece—tremble like crazy.

"It got better, for a time, when my daughter was born, but it didn't last much… I loved Reimu, I truly did, but with each beating, each dissatisfaction with the best I could do, and each—" He held his tongue, but the pain of an unnamed offense rang louder than the others. I was crying, chin shivering, my eyes big. He noticed, his brows creasing as he put his needles to the side and rushed to hug me. I hugged back, nails sinking into his back as if to escape this sick reality. "Oh, Chen, sorry, I'm so sorry—I didn't mean to make you cry… It was too much for you; I should've known better." He isn't crying, but his hands quivering—steady hands that taught me knitting—just make me feel nauseous.

That woman of yesterday, who hugged me and calmed me down, who smiled and spoke with wisdom about her vague past, about her sins…

… Sins directed at her own family—at the people she should've loved and cherished above everything else!

How could she? How?! Just the thought of harming this man fills me with unbridled rage, and I feel sick that my scarf was around her neck once…

Yet, as my tears pour down and his hug tightens, I can't hope but have Yukari returning to my mind, someone I love so much but who has committed so many cruel crimes and mistakes and will be punished, so she can return to being that loving woman I can hug with no issue—a question, however, persists: 'why?'

I remember Reimu's confession about destroying everything she loved; the pain in her eyes; the bad omens that sent shivers down my spine—Yukari's cold, distant gaze…

… Reimu is trying to change, make up for her outrageous sins—seeking forgiveness…

But…

“… You miss her?” The question is like sweet poison.

What is Yukari doing?

“… I do.” It sounded guilty.

I cry louder, and Mr. Anon’s embrace never falters.

Rikako exited the bathroom, feeling like a robot who was just given fresh batteries. “Ah, that’s better. Maybe now I can finally focus on actually working on-WHAT THE DICKENS?!?” The serine shut-in scientist shouted, surprised at the Shikigami’s shadowing showup. What on earth was that thing and some nobody Tengu doing at her stand?

“Hello, Mrs. Asakura.” Ran said, trying to greet the two with the best stern face her tired body could muster up. “I believe this is supposed to be your refreshing drink stand, correct?”

“...Affirmative. Well it WAS until a fairy basically hijacked it.”

“That’s me! I’m the fairy!” Lemontene interjected, laughing.

“Then I’m afraid you’ll need to move.“ The golden fox elaborated. “The placement of this Lemonade Stand violates… *yawn* The law set in place on November 7th, 1945. You are not allowed to host unofficial non-sage approved venues in at least 100 feet of the perimeter of a location with high traffic. Please… *yawn* Please do not make this harder than it needs to be and relocate as soon as possible.”

“WHAT?!? Since when was that ever an established law? Who are YOU to decide such things? Last I checked, you aren't a police officer.” Rikako asked, flabbergasted.

“You… *YAWN* You can *COUGH* You can thank Kappa, Businessmen and Yamawaro for abusing it to its limits while it wasn’t outlawed. I personally don’t really mind your project but several employees at The Hakurei Shrine Experience™ have given us demands due to worries of potential lost sales.”

“Okay, Okay. You’ve made your point. We’ll move somewhere else. I’ll start packing up our things.” The purple scientist chirped.

“I-I don’t get it. Aren’t you supposed to be a soulless computer? I hear some of the other fairies call you that at the misty lake. So then why are you so tired?” Lemontene questioned.

“Ignoring the other half of your question, Familial issues and the hefty workload of maintaining The Hakurei Shrine Experience™ have made it hard for Ran to get the recommended dosage of 8 hours of sleep.” the unnamed Tengu explained.

“Need… Morning Coffee…”

“Woooooooow…” Lemontene gasped, being way too invested in the concept of being tired.

“...Lemontart, where’s the pitcher? Or the “flavor enhancers''? In fact, where is ANY of our cooking materials? Did you eat them while I wasn’t looking or something?” Rikako asked

>>45054718
“OH YEAH! I almost forgot to tell you! While you were busy in the “lavatorium”, I had an encounter with the weirdest customer yet! They were a bunch of dolls! I think I saw Mrs. Hourai in there somewhere. Anyways, they flew over to me and gave me this really cool looking bottle cap. I think it was their makeshift version of money. However as soon as I could grab it, they took all of our stuff! You can see for yourself over there.” Lemontene elaborated, pointing upwards towards a flock of Alice’s Dolls flying away in perfect “V” formation.

“...Could y-you say that again?” Rikako asked calmly.

“That again. :)”

“NOT LITERALLY “THAT AGAIN” YOU TWO-WINGED TWO TIMER! What do you mean you just let them get away with our stuff?!?” Rikako scrempt, absolutely gobsmacked.

“I mean they seemed really scared and thirsty. Besides, we can just make more. Gesundheit!”

“THEY ARE WOODEN DOLLS WITH NO ORGANS. THEY STOLE HIGHLY VALUABLE CHEMICALS, YOU MORON! SEVERAL OF THOSE ARE UBER TOXIC TO NEARLY ANYTHING THAT MOVES IF NOT FIRST SUBDUED BY MIXTURE WITH ANOTHER SUBSTANCE! THAT IS A VERY BAD THING TO JUST GIVE AWAY WILLY NILLY!!!”

This line seemingly woke up the sleepy Yakumo from her standing slumber. “Wait, you guys are selling poison here?”

“THIS ISN’T ABOUT YOU!” Rikako replied.

“No, the ‘puter has a point. We’re a Lemonade stand, not one of Mrs. Kamishirasawa’s science projects! Why would anyone sell toxic products at a perfectly fine lemonade stand? What are they, stupid or something?” Lemontene questioned.

This made Rikako go nuclear. Her face turned a seething red and her ears started excreting steam and generating an odd sound (https://youtu.be/J-d8UJjXfXc)) before pressing some buttons on the cuffs of her lab coat shirt, which quickly deployed a Jetpack in the blink of an eye.

“MARGATROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOID! YOU’RE GONNA WISH YOU YOURSELF WERE AN UNFEELING, SOULLESS DOLL AFTER I’M THROUGH WITH YOOOOU!” she said before blasting herself off into the skies and giving chase to the Stampede of Dolls.

“Woah woah woah hey hey hey! Hey wait! You can’t just leave without clocking out first! I don’t wanna be lonely and friendless again! Please wait for meeeee!!!” Lemontene squelched, suddenly leaving her posts in an attempt to play catch up.

The Tengu turned towards Ran, this situation has gotten extremely awkward. “...So uh… Permission to take this thing down? There’s nobody here to stop us now.”

>>45054718
>>45054727
Lemontene never really liked visiting the Forest of Magic. It always had this odd aura that made her tummy feel funny whenever she briefly visited. But, with Rikako and the flock of Dolls both visibly heading into the mysterious forest, she was left with no other real options. The lemon fairy spent what felt like hours (5 minutes in non-ADHD ridden fairy terms) looking for either of the two before stumbling upon Alice’s house. AHA! There’s Rikako, hiding behind that bush. Weird how she apparently knew who Alice was despite not ever going outside or having any friends. I guess lonely people just know eachother.

“Hello again! It’s me, LemonTENE! Hey why did you just leave-”

Lemontene couldn’t even finish her sentence before Rikako covered the fairy’s mouth. Her rage from just a couple minutes ago had seemed to shift into absolute fear. The scientist motioned over to the porch of Alice’s House, where the horrifying Flower Master of the Four Seasons “Yuuka Kazami” was busy talking to two other odd figures the ‘tene couldn’t recognize. The one in red with white hair looked somewhat familiar but the other one with the dumb hat and no legs were the weirdest person she’s seen in a while.

This situation feels like something neither of them were meant to see.

“Dear God, this explains everything.” Rikako said in a hushed whisper. It looked as if a bomb full of imagination had just gone off in her brain. “I knew there was nothing good coming from that bloody loveshack that Gap Golliwog built! The working theory of it being Yukari’s way of punishing Reimu was just a cover-up all along! It was really to distract everyone from the reincarnation of Mima-sama! I bet they stole our lemonade and chemicals so they can brew more witchcraft & spells. I bet they’re planning to usurp control of Gensokyo.”

Lemontene had no idea what the heck this scientist of unsound mind was babbling on about, but if it involved Yukka then it definitely wasn’t good. “Can’t we just report it to the police?” she asked.

“NO! Nobody else can know about this. Not yet, atleast. Fuck I need to think up a gameplan for this, and fast. One wrong move and it could very well be the end of the world.”

“Aren’t you overreacting a bit? I guarantee the Three Fairies of Light could handle this.”

“Yeah right. Nobody else means nobody else can know. Here, I’ll take you back to my place to discuss this in further detail. One more second spent loafing around here and we could be found and demolished in seconds.”

“So like a sleepover? Ooh! Does this mean I’m your best friend now?”

Rikako wanted to give a snide remark. Like REALLY wanted to deliver some snide jab. But, getting asked that… It reminded her of all those lonely months, days and years spent in her laboratory idling at her desk. Constantly thinking to herself if this quest for scientific advancements in a world full of magic was even worth it if nobody cared about your existence and you as a person. I mean she had some acquaintances but never anything more than that. But someone who liked you more than that and wanted to hang out with you more than was necessary? Someone who is genuinely interested in what you have to say? It was basically foreign to Rikako. A goofy fairy like her wouldn’t be a great start but…

“...You know what? Sure. We’re acquaintances now, Lemontene. Sorry for getting angry at you earlier.”

“:D”

>>45054707
>>45054718
something about the timing and contrast sent my sides into orbit, kek
so the Even Jobber Squad now knows about the Jobber Squad? This sounds like the recipe for a fucking disaster… I'll await with great interest
the fucking flintstone's sfx, Jesus my sides...
also
:D

(1/5)
Seija sat, floating, looking out my door at the forest that lied beyond my home.
The Amanojaku had been less of an issue as of late, in fact, I believe we’ve learned to work together.
I’m known for being courteous, level-headed, and agreeable, which allows me to deal easily in acquisitions and information gathering, and while I did take the odd dubious job or two, nobody would believe I’d go all out against Yukari.
Seija, on the other hand, is the archetypical rebel and her being at my side let my clients know I had no qualms about being rash.
Our dealings went like this: I would be the polite voice of reason while Seija would interject with whatever jeering came to mind and on occasion even get into spats with the clients, after which I would sympathize with the client and turn their ire toward Yukari. Like cleaning a stubborn stain, sometimes you had to agitate things and Seija did enjoy a little brutality.
So much was her satisfaction that she didn’t spend every waking minute with me hurling insults and sometimes, like today, was content to be quiet. Almost as if we’d grown a little trust.
I wasn’t so naïve as to think she changed on any fundamental level, my understanding, and handlings of Amanojaku behaviors had simply improved.
Which gave me cause to wonder: how much of her behavior was a circumstance of her birth and her own personality? She thought of herself as a ‘authentic’ Youkai, but what did that even mean? Seemed insane, I couldn’t picture the ‘humnaliest human’, ‘godliest god’, or ‘ghostliest ghost’, so what made her the ‘Youkaist Youkai’? And could she one day just decide to not be a youkai? And if not, why the lectures about ‘true Youkai’ and the like?
Would Seija be Seija if she was born as strong as an Oni? Would she still have her crafty nature and dubious personality? Or would she spurn that very strength and host tea parties to spite the own innate ability?
What’s more, how much does an Amanojaku really reverse and in what way does this make them different? If I see my reflection, it’s still myself after all and there’s parts of life where the good and bad balance each other out. I despise dog slobber, but feel an odd endearment when my hound sticks his tongue against my robe like some frog catching a fly, could it be that an Amanojaku experiences the same kind of endearment for the drool and despises the dog’s affection? And would these questions drive me insane?
I think about this while absent-mindedly filling out my report for Eirin and the young Inaba delivery rabbit feeds her meal scraps to my hound.
I pat her on the head. “Not too much now, you’ll make him sick.”
“Sorry sir.” She said, as she patted my dog’s head.
“Nothing to worry about young one. Here’s my report to Eirin, you may leave the pills on the table and see yourself out at your convenience.” I told her, sealing my envelope and handing it to her.
She got out of her chair, pushed it back in, rumbled around in her pockets for a small jar of pills, placed it on the table, took my envelope, bowed, pet the dog, and made her way back to her master.
On my table sat one other envelope, stamped with a seal resembling a butterfly. It was to let me know that my persistent petitions to have an audience with the Saint Toyousatomimi No Miko had finally been approved and that I was to arrive tomorrow at Senkai in formal garb.
If I were any number of other miscreants, I’d probably just barge in one day and demand to be seen, however meeting the right man in the wrong way attracted more attention than I’d like. Miko was known to be an eccentric after all and I’d hate to catch her eye, no, I wanted to bore her.
The Taoists seemed content to leave well enough alone and pick up the pieces after the HSE had crumbled, why not let them? There would be other treasure to have after the battle and it would be a problem if they clashed with the Buddhists during the assault or worse, join hands with Yukari.
The purpose of my mission was only to detect Miko’s intentions and that of her compatriots, which Seija would probably take exception to, so I decided to give her the run of things, just for today. Let her get it out of her system.
“Do have any business to tend to today? A client of mine cancelled on account of some harvest emergencies.” I asked Seija.
“You attend that witch’s Sultra readings, right? Can you read them?” Seija asked.
“The arising of dharmas, observes the destruction of dharmas, or observes both the arising and destruction of dharmas.” I recite.
She turns around and smiles.
“Now how about in reverse?”

>>45055476
(2/5)
The entrance to the tomb Seija had brought me to was massive and overgrown.
Stone columns, whose inscriptions had faded long ago held up a jagged cliffside above it. Within the structure, which seemed to extend so far into the mountain that light couldn’t penetrate it, was wooden supports, a few of which had rotted while others look pristine. From the ceiling, charms and ropes hung, with the same variance in condition as the wooden supports. It was as if someone knew this structure would erode with time and guaranteed the load-bearing bits would last while other decorations disintegrated.
“I never knew a place like this existed in Gensokyou.” I said aloud.
Seija smiled. “You never searched so desperately for tools and weapons that you did a little grave robbing?”
“No. Magic items are rare after all, and it takes a master to bring out a rare tool’s full potential. Say, whose buried here?”
“The Legendary Youkai Hunters.” Seija answered.
My eyes widened, the Youkai Hunters of old were fables. It’s said they could outwit a Satori, cut down an Oni, and die; only to possess an animal and reincarnate moments later. Why they disappeared was a closely guarded secret. Some say they left Gensokyou, disgusted by weakness, others say they ascended to heaven for all their deeds. In a more humorous tale, it’s said that they all went to a party thrown in secret by the youkai, then once they were drunk and lethargic the Youkai killed them all, but I believe that was just my father’s way of warning me of the dangers of being the drunkest at a party.
To be fair, he wasn’t wrong.
Seija, not willing to wait for my amazement to subside, took a step toward the temple and stopped.
In front of us a shadow appeared to take a new shape and, in defiance of the ground, lifted as if it climbed some transparent surface, taking on the shape of someone sitting in a chair. Like a bubble, the shadow appeared to pop and, in its absence, a blond woman in a wheelchair appeared.
I knew her name before Seija spoke it. “Okina.”
The woman smiled and looked at us both. “Yes, or rather an aspect of her dedicated to guarding this temple, but the difference is mostly superfluous for our dealings here. I am Okina.” She said, tilting her head and resting it on her knuckle.
“Now, Goro-kun! It’s been too long!” She rushes toward me touching my face, holding my eye open and examining it, pinching my arm.
“Have you been eating well? Are you getting enough sleep? Done a grave visit recently?” She asked.
Seija looked at me a little dumbfounded.
I stared back and shrugged. I have never met The Outcast God face-to-face in my life or perhaps this was the constellation aspect of her being? So confusing.
“You look befuddled. Don’t you remember all those nights you prayed for me to guide your Father home? That you’d one day find your way to your Mother’s side again? Why, I think you even said a short prayer for your dog to find his way home recently didn’t you?” She asked.
Now Seija stifled a laugh, covering her face. I could tell she didn’t want to interrupt a second of this.
“I’m a proper god after all, I listen to earnest prayers diligently.” She said in a cool manner, brushing her hair. “Especially the prayers of the young children. You were so cute back then you know? Speaking of which…”
She floated over to Seija and began giving her much the same treatment, poking, prodding, feeling her hair. In retaliation, Seija snapped her fingers and flipped Okina’s position in the air, but completely unfazed and floating upside down, Okina poked at Seija’s thigh like one would measure the temperature of meat.
“So, this is the illusive ‘tomboy’ flavor. Hmm.” She said, rubbing her chin. “Rejected. Too unrefined, perhaps come back in a hundred or so years hm?”
“Good.” Seija said, shuffling away from the goddess.
“You as well Goro, as expected, I need a girl after all. Although…” She trailed off, clearly coming up with a plan “If you were to die and reincarnate into a girl, I would happily accept you! The friendly, competent businesswoman type whose true heart really must be worked for would be a huge hit! That, and you should stop dying your hair, blonde really is such a prettier color.”
I rub my face realizing that today I may be witnessing one of the sages of Gensokyou, which for anybody could be a life changing event, but also that I am likely experiencing some small, daily agony of somebody else’s horrid duties.
“Were here for the arms.” Seija interjected. “You gonna stop us?”
“Oh no, of course not.” Okina raised a hand. “Feel free to enter the temple and take as many as you’d like, although you’ll likely never get them or even find your way out.”
She waved her hand and small lights appeared around it, each one connected to other lights in straight or curved paths.

>>45055483
(3/5)
“You see, part of the compact that allowed this land to exist was that this vault, through means that even I am not privy to become completely un-navigable. It’s only though my power as the constellation god that one could safely get to the bounty inside.” She explained.
“But I’m sure you don’t want to hear me prattle on about ancient history, so I’ll cut to the chase: I’m not going to guide you.” She cut her hand through the lights, disappearing them as she did.
I for one would’ve been content to let her prattle on about the history equivalent to solid gold if she liked, but I guess that was too much to expect from the secret god, wait wouldn’t that make this the secret aspect?
“Unless what?” Seija asked.
“Pardon.” Okina said, with little change in her composure.
“You won’t guide us unless we do something for you right? Well, what do we gotta do?” Seija continued, crossing her arms.
“This isn’t some negotiation little miss. I know you two have been securing support against Yukari and sowing some nice secrets in the meantime, bravo, however I am not your ally nor am I your friend. I am the Ultimate, Absolute Secret god and I believe our current roster will do nicely. Now, I know what your about to say: ‘why not guarantee our victory’?” She began.
Again, I would’ve just let her prattle on about herself and what she believed the situation to be instead of interjecting while ‘The Secret god’ was telling me valuable information.
At least until she appeared in front of me, grabbed my robe, and pulled me down so my face was level with hers.
“Well, I’ll tell you why. Once Yukari’s dealt with and the ‘New Generation Incident’ begins in earnest they’ll be a whole new upheaval. The weapons stored in that tomb were meant to guard against such a disaster but could also cause one if mis-used. Unless…” she began, smirking.
“Perhaps you want to make an ‘Absolute Deal’ Goro-kun? I am curious as to the extent of your ability and what would be my ‘best interest’. You’ve revered me so much after all, I’m willing to make a tiny exception.” She said, raising her other hand toward me.
I hear a snap and suddenly I’m the one sitting in the wheelchair, pulling Okina toward me. She falls forward, our lips lock for a moment, and her face falls into my lap.
“Ah ha ha! You call yourself a god huh? Gonna give your follower some service, is that right?” Seija can barely contain herself, holding her stomach as if it would burst out if she didn’t.
I look down at Okina, completely frozen by the situation. I can remember a few tales of a trickster getting one over on a prideful goddess not ending so well, never thought I would experience one.
I can feel a rumbling, Okina began to shake and griped my chest as if to steady herself.
Guess this is how I die.
“Papa Goro-san! Seija-kun is bullying me!” Okina looks up at me weeping.
She wails out, hugging my chest and rubbing her face into my robe. Seija is on the ground, still cackling inessentially and pointing at the spectacle.
What was I to do? I pet her head and pat her back. “It’s alright, she’s just a bit rude is all, a bit of a prankster you know. Good girl, good girl.” This continues for another few minutes before Okina disappears, I’m upright again and she’s floating above us.
“Thanks for that, I haven’t been in such good humor for a while.” She said as a light appeared in her hand.
The light floated into the tomb, leaving a trail as it went.
“Follow it and it’ll lead you to what you seek. Don’t veer from the path or I swear you won’t find your way out and nobody will be able to retrieve you. Now I’m off to deal with other matters, do come and visit once in a while.” She explained as a door opened out of nowhere from behind her and she receded into it. But before one last word.
“And, about those weapons? Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Okina remarked, the door closing in front of her and disappearing as it did.
“What’s it like meeting your god?!” Seija said, slapping my back, tears of joy still streaming down her face.
“Odd.” I clenched my teeth.
The Outcast, The Constellations, The Secret Keeper, there were many aspects of Okina I had earnestly prayed to, but I never thought of them as one person. Now that I had seen them as one, had been recognized by her, I needed to be cautious.
“Thanks, by the way. I was about to strike a bargain with her.”
“Ha, consider it payback for last time. Speaking of, are you really so reluctant to use that ability? Might’ve been able to put her in a real bind somehow.” Seija said, wiping her face on her dress.
“Why give her the satisfaction?” I smiled.
“True.” Seija smiled, shaking her head before we proceeded into the tomb.

>>45055495
(4&5/5) I have lied and will do it again.
Following the light, we found ourselves in a void and walked for maybe half an hour before the darkness finally receded and shone brightly over a pedestal with a folded monk robe atop which was what looked like a bead bracelet.
Seija picked up the bracelet. “Only one? stingy.” She remarked, throwing me the jewelry.
When I caught it the first thought was ‘heft’. The beads were larger then expected and seemed to be strange black stones with trails of silver that reflected the blue light we were guided by, but still, they felt heavier than they should be.
Without thinking, I put the bracelet on my right hand and then thought. “Shouldn’t you use this? It’s not like I’ll be fighting.”
Seija giggled. “It’s a Youkai hunting weapon made for humans, isn’t it? Also, you should put this on.” She threw me the robe.
It seemed to consist of a dark green kimono and the characteristic orange Kashaya with the addition of some strange pads and specialized looking pockets. I looked up to Seija.
“What? It’s in your colors.”

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Praying here I did Okina right, but the mischievousness of that flip was too good to pass up.

>>45045552 (13/?)

Looking over the seals Mima was drawing, Hana’s mind was stuck on one point, “I’ve seen these before.”

As soon as those words were said, Hana shrank back. While she didn’t mean it in an accusatory manner, such things were irrelevant to a goddess. Hopefully, Mima would make her retribution fast and wouldn’t cease her lessons.

Mima’s retribution was neither fast nor slow for that matter. Instead, the goddess simply chuckles, “I suppose would have seen them around before. They are Hakurei designs, even if the current shrine maiden has neglected them.”

Curiosity quickly overcoming any lingering fear, Hana prods, “What’s wrong with them? Mo-She was dutiful in youkai extermination if nothing else. She wouldn’t just ignore a useful power.”

Mima looks down at the seal almost wistfully. It reminds Hana of the times Mom and Marisa would… Hana pushes such thoughts away as Mima replies, “Well it wasn’t useful for her. The way Gensokyo currently works, sealing threats away just isn’t useful. Almost every incident ends in a tea party and some bruised egos. As for the few issues that couldn’t be resolved with a tea party…”

Mima drags a finger across her neck before comically slumping her head and making a ‘bleh’ sound. In the past, Hana might have been amused by the display, but her attention was fixated on something else. Trying her damnedest to not sound impolite, Hana asks, “If seals aren’t useful in killing people, why do I need to learn about them? Surely, we aren’t going to spare Yukari after everything she’s done.”

Mima looks to Hana with a frown that oddly lacks any disappointment, “Ah the righteous fury of youth. I won’t lie and say Yukari doesn’t deserve a very long voyage down the Sanzu, but that’d cause more problems for all of us.”

Hana was about to give a fiery response before Mima gave her a tired look, “Please let me finish. You can yell at me all you want afterward. As I was saying, for all the nastiness of modern Gensokyo, it’s still a paradise compared to my day. From what I can see and have heard, a major reason for that is the fact that certain taboos are followed. For all their bluster, when was the last time one of the major powers tried to properly kill each other? Now while Yukari’s actions have broken some taboo of not… I don’t need to repeat her crimes, killing her would just cause the whole system to unravel.”

Mima gains a sardonic smile before sighing, “I’m the greatest hypocrite in the world for saying this, but learn from a middle-aged woman’s mistakes. Blindly chasing vengeance will do you no good. Instead, you should be pragmatically chasing vengeance before living a long and happy life afterward to spite your wrongdoer. While killing her will plunge Gensokyo into chaos, sealing her away for many times your lifespan…”

Will mean that Yukari will never bother Hana again without breaking the system, Hana concludes in her head. Hana is torn. She can’t find any fault in Mima’s reasoning, but how can she let things go at trapping Yukari in some box for a while after everything that woman has done? No, Hana cannot live a long and happy life anymore. Nothing is going to fit back together after Yukari smashed it.

>>45055840 (14/?)
Looking up a Mima with newfound resolve, Hana replies, “Do you think sealing Yukari away will magically make things better? That every youkai who has raped my father will just put it away as some fond memory and move on? That Dad could just live with the people, his friends, who turned away while he was abused only to… to exploit him when the opportunity arose? Why should I care if Gensokyo falls apart? It serves them right. With Yukari gone, we could leave. Would the barrier even stay up? We could… we could go to Dad’s home before all this.”

Mima shakes her head again as she slouches, age seemingly finally catching up to the goddess, “You’ll never escape it if you follow that path. Someone will come after you. It might not even be a friend of Yukari, just someone whose life was ruined by the chaos and needs a living person to blame. You’d kill them no doubt, but the circle of vengeance would eventually consume you. If that is what you want, I won’t stop you. It would be too hypocritical even for me, but if you are going down that path you may as well do it properly.”At that, Mima draws a long and bloody knife from somewhere before placing it on your poem, “Write your death poem and end it. If your hatred burns true, you’ll rise stronger than you ever were before.”

Hana freezes while looking at the knife, the terrible thing emanated enough pain and sorrow that even an inexperienced shrine maiden like herself could feel it. Hesitantly Hana reaches for the knife. It’s what she wanted after all, no? She could have her vengeance and she wouldn’t have to deal with picking up the pieces. No, she’d just leave her traumatized father to do it.

Sighing Hana pushes the knife back towards Mima, “You know I wouldn’t. Even if it was worth it, which it isn’t, I couldn’t do such a thing to Dad. You just did that guilt trip me, didn’t you?”

Mima can’t hide her relief, “I wouldn’t deny you your vengeance, but I may have been a bit overdramatic to push you away from making a mistake. Still, if you truly wanted to…”

Hana deadpans, “You’d claim to help me only to undermine me and try to dissuade me the entire time. T-That’s not a bad thing… but still don’t put on false airs.”

Mima shrugs, “Let’s stop discussing hypotheticals when we could be drawing up plans for where to stick Yukari’s sorry ass. If memory serves, there is a certain little hokora that’s open.”

holy, how many chapters in a row we had just now? Thanks, writeanons!

>>45051241
I'd totally read a full fledged fic about this bit here, the concept at least.

>>45055851
Love seeing Mima be a mother to Hana, or at least more of a mother than Reimu. While Anon was collecting more women trying to jump him Hana was collecting more potential moms.

>>45056100
The concept is Cirno gets her ass plowed by Okina while Suwako, sitting in the cuck chair, recommends how best to get plowed. I've been trying to find a way to translate my headcannon and lore schizoposting into something creative and only realized how good Cirno was for this after I started writing for her.
t.Not!nazanon

I just realized something
Who the fuck is lemontene?

>>45055840
>Mima draws a long and bloody knife from somewhere before placing it on your poem
This is why you don't post at obscene hours of the night. Why do I refuse to just go to bed and finish things in the morning?

>>45056289
You shouldn't have asked that, Anon. You shouldn't have.

>>45056292
GO TO FUCKING BED!

>>45056289
tl;dr it's a drawing of Daiyousei ZUN made during a game of gartic phone. I don't remember how her name came about.

>>45056367
>I don't remember how her name came about.
>[in japanese]"man, I really wish I had a lemon to go with this liter of vodka and ice I have here, this match sucks... Hmm... Lemon... Lemonpenis?
>Nah, can't have that in my Buddhist video game.
>Lemontene shall be instead!"

>>45048386

Hana supposed there were 'good youkai', she even mused that she knew a few. The ones that resided in the village were good enough, part of her training was being informed of them and it wasn't like she wasn't personally taught by Kiene-sensei.

Aunn was another, but her case was special in being something more akin to a divine beast spirit than anything. Yeah, Aunn was a good one for sure. It was all she could do to pass the time the as her eyes darted to the entrance of that eyesore.

The Line leading out of the HSE grew smaller over time just as assuredly as the chewy mochi she munched on grew smaller as well. It was about noon and the crowds of youkai and humans were in full swing of doing their business on the once quiet western street of the village. Hana found herself in the usual alley mouth that was perfect for overwatching the entrance without drawing attention.


Planning to waltz into that terrible brothel as soon as it opened in the midmorning, Hana tried following that building heat in the depths of her belly like a light in the dark. It seemed that others had the same plan as her and quite a few of them at that. The mixed crowd of shameless youkai; mostly oni, earth spiders, and the various beast youkai that loiter around the village outskirts kept her at bay. Being in the same crowd as them was just...

Hana was rather angered at this obstruction, it was HER father after all! She should just run them out of the village, it was no place for them after all! Still, Hana knew she couldn't face down that many, not without even having spell cards at her disposal.

Another method was avaliable of course, her vip ticket. She was hesitant on using it however, it felt like giving up a part of herself. Like she was selling her soul piecemeal everytime she used it. Only the times where she was guided by the paradoxically soothing energy of her mentor did it feel more like a scheme going well rather than a capitulation to her base desire.

Under the cool and waxing morning sun Hana found herself at a crossroads, she wanted to let that budding heat out. She wanted to see him again, to taste him like she once did... In equal measure there was guilt, the eyes that glanced at her, the face of that judgemental Shikigami fox, the absence of life in her father's voice...

Before long the guilt won out and as if to save face she quieted her breathing that she barely realized was getting heavier. Hana cursed loudly to no one in particular and stormed off, intent on going on patrol instead to clear her head. With any luck she'd find a youkai to bully, she couldn't wait till Aunn and her met up at home. Aunn had learned well all the little spots Hana liked to have teased after all.


Hana had finished her mochi and a portion of the hot tea she carried around in a little bamboo carved thermos. Nothing had changed, the youkai there didn't even bother making a ruckus and she didn't get to see her father.

A wash of an hour if she ever had one.

She figured some fresh air would do her good, leaving the village she passed by the gates before taking off into the air getting a birds eye view of everything. She closed her eyes for a bit, feeling the earth and wind around her.

There was a blessing of being her mother's daughter, if only one. That was her sharp sense of intuition. Her mother's luck didn't seem to rub off on her very well, but this? It was hers entirely.

Gusting winds pushed at her this high up and she and felt the pull of fate, without opening her eyes she drifted in a random direction. By the time she opened them she was surprised to see herself standing infront of the bamboo forest.

It seemed to call to her with only so much as a whisper passing through the trees that lined the path of the lost. Hana entered, letting her feet carry her forward.

Its a little late in the game but I just realized that no one ever gave Hana an ability yet. Reimu's is to float above reality and never lose, technically. Hana has nothing like that except her previously established intuition.

So, I got to thinking what would it be? What would Anon's be? Anon doesn't theoretically have a power of course but if Hana didn't get it from her mother than it could only come from Anon's latent ability.

So I thought, that it had to be something in line with the story that wouldn't feel like an asspull. I'm coming up with some thing vague like if Anon's latent ability would be to bring peace to someone's heart(ironic right?) Then maybe Hana's would be something like hearing someone's heart? IE something like a genuine empath or maybe something that could influence people in such ways.

Another idea I had would be for her to be able to speak to the hearts of gods or something like that, which I could segway into bringing Kanako, Suwako, and the other gods(and fairies?) Into the mix.

Spoilers:
I'm planning to bring in tewi into the Hana plot to activate this ability using her luck and a little bit of moonie magic. Hana doesn't know of Eientei's involvement i believe so it would be an interesting chance to level up Hana in some way.

>>45056588
>like hearing someone's heart?
That feels pretty close to a Satori or Miko's ability, so you'd need some way to distinguish it.
>speak to the hearts of gods
Also feels like power just for the sake of it.

spit-balling since I don't just want to give criticism: I like the fact that she was bold enough to leave home and convince her dad to do the same since nobody else could make that decision but her.
In relation to that, something like "The ability to move independently of all things" that would allow her to move in strange, inconceivable ways and take advantage of non-Euclidian space because she wouldn't be worried about gravity.
It's similar to Reimu's ability and would make her a threat against gappy who could no longer perceive the boundary of Hana's existence.

>>45056710
I could see that as a power, which would make her a god at danmaku once she gets the hang of it and allow her to not get caught up in the gaptrap like she did at the start.
Also wouldn't that mean she could never be restrained physically?

>>45056827
>Also wouldn't that mean she could never be restrained physically?
Yes. Nobody can make her suffer ever again unless she allows it. Which thinking about it, would put quite a bow on things.

>>45056840
Could be interesting. I can't think of anything better but I'll think about a little longer before I commit

>>45056710
I guess the only problem with both abilities is in practice they have significant overlap between Reimu and Yorihime. But then again Reimu is her mother and Yorihime's powers as basically shrine maiden+ so it's probably not a big deal.
If I had to recommend one thing, it'd be a mental condition, like Reimu's power works better the more relaxed she is with her mot busted feats being when she is entirely ignorant and carefree.

>>45058644
>mental condition
since it's a power that negates any bounding, probably hopelessness or bravery? It was a great feat of courage to go against Reimu, after all. Just giving my two cents

Koishi

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Koishi and Kokoro sat side by side on a doctor’s table as Eirin inspected them from her stool, rubbing her hand on her chin. “Hmm I see,” Eirin said, flipping through her clipboard with an even expression on her face, “So this is the-”

“The third time, yes,” Kokoro answered, a tired mask covering her face as Koishi, still holding Kokoro’s hand tried to separate herself from the tsukumogami’s grip as she tried to leave the room.

What they were talking about didn’t need to be specified, both parties understood Koishi’s abilities, and both were not totally immune. Three times they had attempted to find out if Koishi was pregnant, three times they were distracted, the memory faded from their minds immediately, and three times they started over from the beginning due to the results appearing completely.

At the very least they were now aware of the fact, but their being impeded in such a manner, as well as Koishi’s attempts to flee pointed towards active interference from the empty-headed satori, or at least as active as she was capable of.

“How about we go get some ice cream Kokoro? I’m sure Cirno could make us some.” Koishi said as she pulled a knife from somewhere. Kokoro caught the hand heading towards her harmlessly, Koishi was just trying to avoid them, she wasn’t actually trying to hurt her Kokoro knew, but that didn’t make it any less annoying.

Thinking for a moment with her hand on her chin Eirin announces. “The answer is obvious!” She gets up from her chair striking a pose and pointing at Koishi. “I just have to read the results of the previous tests subconsciously and then internalize them as fact, when I next try to recall the memory it will be second nature.” Koishi and Kokoro got the feeling the doctor was doing something outrageous and unnecessary.

Before either of them could do something Eirin had downed a handful of pills she materialized from somewhere, promptly falling flat on the floor with a resounding thud as her face met the floor.

“I-Inabi!” Kokoro exclaims, her mask shifting to one of shock in response to Eirin’s bemusing actions. “Please get Reisan-san, or-or-” She could hear the Inaba leave the room as she stuttered in her monotone voice, the face of the mask once again shifting.

-several minutes later--

Picking herself up from the floor as the sixth Inaba doctor had left the room, Eirin spoke. Kokor’s mask shifted to one of relieved shock in response. “Well Koishi…” Eirin dragged the moment onwards, slowly dragging out the syllables of each word until Kokoro’s mask changed to a furious one. “You’re pregnant.”

The mask of hope reverberated inside of Koishi as her eye twitched. ‘Ah.’ she remembered, ‘it was a mistake, I closed my mind on accident.’ maybe she should apologize to satori, Koishi thought. It was the first fleeting thought Koishi had had in many years.

Koishi seemed to be at a loss for words as she sat perfectly still, blank eyes staring into the void. “Koishi..” Kokoro puts her hand on the satoris shoulder to comfort her, pulling her into a hug.

“I don’t know much about Satori reproduction, so you’ll either have to come in later or I can make a house call to the Earth Spirit mansion,” Eirin says, writing on a slip of paper, handing it to Kokoro who grabbed it absentmindedly.

Blinking Koishi focuses her gaze on her friend. “Don’t worry Kokoro, I’m sure everything will work out, or at least I think it will.” Koishi smiled as she said this, but Kokoro balked. Her mask shifted to one of shock, while Eirin looked intrigued. “Eh? What's wrong?” Koishi tilted her head inquisitively, somewhat like a dog as Eirin and Kokoro stared at her in shock.

Finally breaking the silence, Eirin spoke, writing something down on her clipboard erstwhile. “It seems that monks' efforts weren’t completely useless, although it seems this was completely unintended.” Of course, it went unsaid that Koishi wouldn’t be allowed at Myouren temple anymore or to be able to visit the surface, Satori would vehemently disagree and Koishi wouldn’t disobey her sister.

Thinking about something for a second, Koishi asks. “Is pebble a good name?” Eirin just smiled as a tiered expression graced Kokoro’s face, ‘I’m going to have to move underground aren’t I?’ She thought, as the next decades of her life flashed before her eyes, ‘at the very least Miko won’t be able to bother me down there.’

Of course, Koishi still isn’t any less foolish, this was still the Satori who accidentally lobotomized herself by complete accident.

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Originally I just started mentioning Koishi due to that Anon who wanted to, but didn't end up writing her. This takes place shortly after Cirno and Kokoro left the underground so before the endgame and poster reveal. Koishi hasn't so much opened her third eye here as she's once again becoming a new type of youkai.

>>45061196
>becoming a new type of youkai
interesting, I wonder what's gonna happen to this retard…
ayy, I'm the anon asking for it! It was mainly a joke like Alice, but nice to see it being implemented in the lore. Not like there's any proof in the canon that getting pregnant wouldn't help with Koishi's third eye, I don't think ZUN will go there ever with 2hu
thanks for this!

>>45061377
The idea is that it's pushing her along the path of where ever she's going more than helping her return to her previous state, Byakuren who's the most knowledgeable about Youjitsu and Youkai in cannon, talks about how a Youkai's identity and their ability to maintain their self, especially in Gensokyo where they are less reliant on human perception, makes their reality.
It's why she's interested in Koishi's stillborn accidental non-enlightenment since her whole goal is to get a Youkai to reject their self and use that rejection to craft an even more independent being. A Youkai who doesn't need to have any particular relation to humanity which would be able to survive in the outside world, Koishi is sort of there but stalled at the embracing nothingess part due to it being accidental and stagnated in part due to nothing in her life changing for so long, so the shock to her system of the pregnancy gives her the opportunity to move further along that path.
Honestly Youkai 'science'/Youjitsu is the only thing I think we can trust Byakuren 100% on due to her being presented as a reliable source of information on it and none of what she says being contradicted, even Miko doesn't outright says she's wrong, just that he'd prefer youkai to be tools, and Kanako want Youkai and humans to be subservient to gods.
Also I didn't know what else to write.

>>45061443
… damn…
I wish I could put this much thought into the things I write

>>45061497
In my experience it just grows into something that you don't even realise you'd put thought into until after the fact
Sometimes you're putting that thought in subconsciously and only connect the dots later but you can make it look like you were definitely thinking about it because you had one offhand line kick-start the idea

>>45044232
(2/3)
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“What?” I utter before I can halt myself, astonished, as to how she could possibly know that: my true nature, my sealment—those are some best kept secrets in Gensokyo, then how—gah?! Red, I stare at her dumbfounded, rage boiling with her moving a finger up and down on a gap. I'm quick to slap her hand away… Still, my stomach feels warm, legs crossing with need of more touching. “How do you know that?!”

Giggling and sucking on her finger, the gap youkai starts; “The mind of a sad, lonely miko is an easy place to gather information—especially when straight from the source.” It takes a moment, but when I understand what she means, anger boils uncontrollably… Yet I remain calm and concise, not giving her the satisfaction of breaking my character.

“You tampered with her mind. Doing it once when she was little wasn't enough; you just had to do it again.”

Yukari shrugged, putting her parasol to the side, followed by her hat, fluffing her long golden hair in all of its shining, lush glory—focus, Kasen! “Details—let's talk about what truly matters.” A gap opened on her, and, in the next second, she was naked, smiling as smug as ever. “Your unnatural oni lust was never sealed, and, with the slightest provocation, your mind switches between the calm hermit and the never-satisfied sex beast—these words, of course, are based on observational behavior; thanks for the data~” I gave some steps back on the pond, watching as she entered the waters and soaked her massive breasts in the blue, her pink nipples glistening—no, no—

… Yet, she wasn't wrong. At first, it was easy to control—libido just a byproduct of the weight of the imminent broken seal removed from my shoulders—but then Anon showed up, a constant male presence in my life, and it spiraled out of control. At that time there were incentives to not go further with my lust: Reimu would get sad; it'd be unbecoming of me…

But with the HSE…

I almost jump when cottony hands reach my hips, and I stare at Yukari's purple eyes, not a foot between us. I felt her hot breath on my watering mouth, fingers deliciously caressing that tense spot on my hips, and my mind was losing itself in this sea of—

Before I even noticed that I was going to kiss her pink lips, she was gone, her back to me, cleaning her body. She murmured a sweet lullaby, tight ass exposed to me. “But you don't like that lust, do you, Ibarakasen? The things it prompts you to do—the sins you've committed. What would Reimu think of this? Hana? Anon despises you: he came to my arms to run away from Reimu and her abuse, looking for a way to heal her—but he never expected a friend to seek his body~”

I feel my heart pounding, the words piercing my clouded mind as my own hand reaches for my pussy, eyes never leaving Yukari's wet and perfect frame. Her words strike true, and though they don't affect the numbness of lust, I can feel my eyes watering—me, the hermit, the sage… captive to the curse of my birth.

“It doesn't need to be that way—you can have your mind, free will, back,” she turned to me, a gap opening above her head and pouring water as if a shower. I watched, entranced. “Though your options may look exasperatingly low: you can't go to Reimu for help without explaining where you discovered the fault in her seal, and good luck finding another piece of that sword…” She manipulates the gap between wet and dry hair, and I just want to sink my face into that ocean of gold. “But it's not hopeless. After all—” With a gap, she's in front of me again, smiling seductively as ever. “It takes one second to manipulate the boundaries between impossibly high and normal libido.”

She snaps her fingers, and suddenly, my mind is sane, the air feels fresh—the warmth disappearing. I gazed at Yukari, wide-eyed, before it came back just as quick as it went away, my body bending forward with a mewling, hands holding her shoulders…

… She gave me one moment of clarity. One moment of 'myself' back, then took it away.

Our eyes meet again, and I want to cry with quivering rage. This woman is the devil itself—ah…

Her hand attacked my lower parts, pressing her body against mine, halting my thoughts immediately as she whispered on my ear. “All you need to do to have your mind back, Ibarakasen, is obey.” She penetrates two long, slender fingers, and I moan louder, arms holding her and hips fucking her wet fingers. “You'll use your animal friends to gather information about plots against poor me; you're gonna be my first line of defense when Okina finally decides to play her cards—and, when Anon and Reimu are happy together again—only then, when all my goals are met, you can be free.”

She pulls her fingers out and hovers them over my mouth, knee grinding on my pussy.

Our eyes met… And I scandalously suck on her fingers. She grins devilishly.

“Good~for now, why don't we, hardworking sages, treat ourselves? Anon is waiting~”

I nod, red and horny, the thought of a good dicking and hot pussy drowning despair.

>>45060040
>>45058644
Another idea i had was regarding a more vague sort of thing like: the ability to overcome others designs, which is a vaguer power in the same vein as Remillia's or Tewi's power where in she'd be able to overcome others machinations guaranteed. Makes a hard counter to Yukari and Okina and would explain why and entire incident has brewed around her objective of freeing her father.
My only issue is that its not the most 'shrine maidenly' power and I'd like some feedback

>>45062875
I'd recommend the Zun method, either using mythology and/or a random adjective generator, for instance I got.
Abortive, Good, Greasy, and Trashy as my random adjectives from text fixer's random adjective generator.

>>45062921
>Abortive
curses upon ye

>>45062069
Dammnit, don't give me an erection right after I fap.

>>45062921
I can't wait for Yukari to finally get pregnant and let the hormones soften her into a caring mother but Hana's abortive powers manifest at the same time.

>>45062921
>either using mythology and/or a random adjective generator,
Well I'm not sure how mythology would count here but I can do a random adjective. Or just do that ability anon mentioned since it was good

>>45062955
Woops, all miscarriages!

>>45062875
it is an interesting power, but also extremely hard to work with and circumstantial. The non-euclidian movement and 'power to never be bound' is easier to interpret and use, and would have a use in the finale beyond “so you have a power that deemed from the start all this disgrace preventable, but just couldn't use at the time? Huh…” That can easily leave a sour taste in the mouth if handled wrong.

>>45062955
>Hana is actually the final villain
I didn't see that coming…

>>45062955
no no, this is the perfect final challenge for hana
for the whole story she's been powerless against yukari but at the very end it'll be up to her to either abort yukari's pregnancy and continue the abuse or learn forgiveness and less youkai racism by forgiving her sins

>>45062973
>less youkai racism
not even the cat can solve that problem

>>45062973
>less youkai racism
I'm already cheering for the abortion ending now. Learn to not stack the deck.

>>45062967
Yeah you're right, I think in the end I'll go with the non-eu movement as its easier to use for everyone. I'll probably detail the limits over the next few stories since Mimafag is also writing for Hana in the future and it'd be easier to not make it too esoteric

>>45062973
>aborts Yukari baby
>which means she also aborts her father's baby
is she stupid? Anon loved her even though she was a rape baby, if she'd to kill one of his kids he would never forgive her

>>45063011
that's what makes it the big pivotal moment
if hana can't stop herself from doing something to hurt yukari, she'll drive her father awat for ever

>>45062981
You know considering her relationship with Aunn the meme, 'never ask a racist the race of their x' applies here greatly.

>>45063021
>if hana can't stop herself from doing something to hurt yukari, she'll drive her father away forever
didn't know the devil posted on /jp/
great idea though, I think I'll use a variation of it during the finale

>>45063051
She only tolerates the youkai that'll fuck her, she plans to turn all of Genso into her personal harem.
These Hakurei shrine maidens certainly are odd.

>>45063011
Hana Hakurei waited. The lights above her blinked and sparked out of the air. There were youkai in the HSE. She didn't see them, but had expected them now for months. Her warnings to Cernel Marisa were not listenend to and now it was too late. Far too late for now, anyway.
Hana was a shrine maiden for sixteen years. When she was young she watched the komainu and she said to mom "I want to be on the komainu mommy."
Mom said "No! You will BE RAPE BY YUKARI!"
There was a time when she believed her. Then as she got oldered she stopped. But now in the back room of the HSE she knew there were Yukari.
"This is Marisa" the radio crackered. "You must fight the Yukari!"
So Hana gotted her spell card and blew up the wall.
"SHE GOING TO KILL US" said the Youkai
"I will shoot at her" said the Yukari and she fired the barrier. Hana floated at her and tried to blew her up. But then the ceiling fell and they were trapped and not able to kill.
"No! I must kill the rape babies" she shouted
The radio said "No, Hana. You are the rape babies"
And then Hana raped her dad.

>>45063147
>oh, she's having another one of those where she genocides stereotypical-ridden youkai and then fucks her dad...

なるほど

>>45056540

Hana walked into the bamboo forest and down the path of the lost. She didn't know exactly where she was going, while Eientei was here the forest was a large place and Eientei was but a small fraction of the space.

Sighing in the autumn breeze the forest seemed alive, the thickets that flanked the path seemed to absorb most of the already dim sunlight that hid behind the clouds today. Normally there'd be Inaba or even that one strange immortal who enjoyed guiding others, but the absence of anyone gave the bamboo an almost sinister feeling.

Like the bamboo were long fingers raking the sky Hana felt as if the dirt that quieted her footsteps were the palm of a giant hand. She wanted to leave already, but she knew better than to turn back now. The odd way the forest flowed and how the bamboo obscured sight would ensure she'd never find her way out if she just turned around.

The sky above was distant, and while she could fly it would only serve to confuse her further. It was one of the lessons her mother taught her back during the early days, even her father who would often come here to sell hauls of medicinal plants and mushroom could easily lose his way if he strayed from the path.

Hana walked forward, only barely following the path with the edge of her eye while she daydreamed and watched the treelines with unease. She didn't feel anyone particularly, though there was a niggling presence that she just couldn't put her finger on. As if just by chance she wasn't able to lock onto it like it would take one step too far as if guided by some-

The world gave way under her too fast for her to even think to take to the sky. At first in that microsecond she thought it was a gap, but there were no eyes and unnatural presence. Then wher- with the sound of bone and flesh smacking against rock reverbating through her body her world went black.


Bright light shone in her eyes as they opened, Hana was dazed and confused. At first she couldn't recognize where she was, nor did she have the will to as her head was killing her. She sat up and cautiously looked around as she gingerly touched her head, finding it bandaged.

At first she didn't recognize it, the strange drapes surrounding the beds. The standing machinery tucked away in a corner or active on the side of a bed where someone lay. The room itself large enough to hold a banquet in but only consisting of two rows of bed with their headboards facing the wall and fitted with thin white sheets.

'Ah' she thought. 'I must be at Eientei...'

>>45062948
fap again;

>>45063295
rabbit stew. That's it.
hopefully Tewi didn't believe the Bunbunmaru and thinks Anon works at the HSE willingly and just spews she had wild mating bnuuy sex with him. That'd be very awkward.

>>45063299
Damn lewd gappy... needs pregnancy correction!!

>>45063176
Poor doremy has to sit around and see all of Hana's disgusting dreams.

>>45063503
>needs pregnancy
she'd kill all of Gensokyo for that…

Ah yes. Finally time for the other shoe to drop.
I'm sorry for this next part I'm about to post and the post I'll make sometime after.

>Was just about to make post worrying that the threads are dying due to yesterday being kinda slow
>As soon as I click reply it booms back due to youkai racism and Yukari babies
well fuck me in the ass and call me Sally

>>45063718
The M-preg ending is real!?!

>>45031643
The Youkai Mountain was within sight. While Aya and Momiji had mostly forgiven each other, it was hard to look each other in the eye without embarrassment creeping in. Regardless, the crow still had plans for her new peon. Aya wasn’t confident in using her backdoor to do much besides boost whatever abilities she already had. However, she could still do something as simple as feel out other sources of the Secret Goddess’ energu. Focusing her mind, she was surprised to find her home light up with secret doors. The ruins, the ravine, Moriya shrine, everywhere was shining like an evergreen tree Sanae set up for December. Did Okina really need her? From the looks of it, she already knew more about Tengu defenses than the Tengu did!

Spotting an entryway far off from the nightly patrol routes, Aya commanded her new companion to stay put while she “picked up a special daishogi board she commissioned.” It was wonderful to have someone so trusting close to her. Sneaking off, Aya focused on meeting Matarajin once more as she slipped past a large boulder to the door way behind it. The sight she saw was ghastly.

Multiple spotlights, microphones and detachable walls were scattered around a stage. Mirrors of various sizes, sample tiles with different degrees of dirt, and many styles of sinks and toilets were all lined up to the side. Dressed in white blouses and black skirts, Okina’s ever faithful attendants were rushing around as they constructed their set. All the while, Okina was holding down a struggling mouse with one hand and a tokin in the other. Nazrin already had on a skimpy white dress littered with white puffs. “Ahem, excuse, M-Matarajin?”

The goddess, wearing blackout shades and a stylish beret, smiled as she turned back towards the distressed tengu. “Ah, my muse! What can I do for you doll?” Since Okina was ignoring the mouse’s cries for help, Aya thought it would be safest to do the same.

“I came here to catch up on our deal. I believe I’ve provided you some “entertainment” recently, so I’ve earned some time outside of your sight, haven’t I?” To her surprise, the goddess was extremely receptive.

“Of course, of course! Anything for my best actor: Private time in the shower? No more peep shows while you sleep? By the way, you should really start sleeping on your side, it’ll make the coming weeks much easier.”

Putting aside her internal horror at everything the woman said, Aya made her demand simple: “Tonight, I just need a few hours to myself. Nothing more, nothing less.”

“Oh, for that wolf tengu of yours. Alright, go ahead. Just keep something in mind.” She removed her cliché eye wear to give Aya a serious look. “My surveillance keeps what I see secret. Just between you and me. But playing with that girl outside of my view might allow certain… voyeurs to find out what you’re up to.” Just as she finished her sentence, Nazrin finally gave up her resistance, leaving her to Okina’s whims. “This isn’t any sort of threat, mind you. After all, you came to me for help! I’d just like to remind how much safer it is for you and yours to stay under my watch.”

The implications of her speech weren’t lost on Aya, despite the insanity surrounding her. With a curt “I’ll keep that in mind,” the tengu turned back towards the door she came from, ready to share some secrets with her confidant.

“Next time you return, please show Mai here how to properly shoot a scene? I swear, the girl can’t see the difference between wide and full! It ruins the entire experience! A haughty girl, squirming deliciously under her rival in an inescapable, narrow room, with 70% of the shot taken up by plain walls. That’s a true tragedy. I’ll give you bathroom time for free if you do~”

Refusing to be traumatized in a stall for the second time in one night, Aya ran out of the Land of the Backdoors and heard a loud *THUNK* as she smacked her head against a solid boulder. It wasn’t enough to knock her out, so the girl quietly called out for her companion as she wondered why this whole situation had to happen to her.

>>45063772
(Part 35)

Goddamnit I knew I forgot something

>>45063295

Solid ground felt good under Hana's feet as she walked to the doorway of the room she found herself in. Nobody seemed to pay her much mind and since there was no nurse around she simply was able to make her way out unmolested.

Hana hadn't been to Eientei over much, only on the occasions when her father brought her over when she was younger for check-ups or errands. The corridors of the hospital were unfamiliar to her as such, and if she looked down the more quiet end of things beyond the doors that labeled 'Inaba only' she could feel a similar distortion to what was outside in the forest.

First on Hana's mind was what exactly happened, she fell but such a fall shouldn't put her put like that... It was embarrassing but she'd have to ask one of those youkai what happened, she wondered down the hall till she spotted a nurse that seemed free, "Ah, excuse me!" Catching the rabbits attention she continued, "I uhh, I'm not sure how I got he-"

The Inaba nurse seemed to be surprised as a dawning realization spread across her face, "Ah the little Hakurei! Well about that..." the Inaba scratched the back of her head, "well I think its better if you hear it from Tewi-chan herself..."

Confused at her reaction Hana simply nodded slowly, not letting her head get jostled too much, "right..." the Inaba ushered her forward with a wave of her arm, "erm, oh yeah and if you feel nausea or anything just let me know... I don't wanna clean the floors again..."

Hana followed the slightly skittish Inaba nurse down corridors of Inaba and human both, some humans clearly injured or sick while some, a mix of human and youkai women, didn't seem to have anything wrong with them at all. Hana didn't ask about it since she had other things on her mind but as they passed by a sliding door labeled 'maternity ward' she wondered if there was ever so many expectant mothers before? Youkai in such numbers on top of that? She felt a bit disgusted by the thought of the human hybrids in their bellies.

Seriously, what perverted fool would knock up all those youkai women? Hana was disgusted by the thought of it.

As they seemed to walk closer to the administrative area Hana also noticed something strange, the last few times she's been here the Inaba seemed a bit more mischievous and aloof in their profession. Now they seemed more caring as whole, almost coddling in the gentle ministrations they treated their patients with... Maybe that strange doctor of theirs gave them a talking too? Either way if Youkai were making themselves useful to humans and not a menace it for the best so Hana had no gripes.

As they rounded a junction to a seemingly empty part of the offices Hana noticed the nurse freeze up, it was as if the tight little pink nurses outfit she wore was constricting her. She could almost see a nervous sweat break out on her forehead, "erm, well just down the hall and the third door to the left! That's where you'll find her!"

Before Hana could formulate a question with her bogged down mind the Inaba, clearly not constrained in the legs by her short skirt hopped off in a hurry disappearing beyond a corner. Hana shrugged as she walked down the corridor feeling the presences of several youkai behind other doors labeled this and that, more than a few behind the door labeled 'break room'

As she reached the sliding paper door labeled, 'Reisen U. Inaba, Chief of Sales', Hana heard an angry voice on the other side of the door. It was familiar, like that youkai medicine seller with tired eyes she often saw in the village, "How many times have I told you to lay off the pranks?! Not only did Eirin tell you as well but you even put a pitfall in the center of the main path! If one of the women were to fa-" Hana knocked then cutting off the rant.

Hearing an audible sigh of relief and a, "don't you dare even think of running off!" she heard footsteps approach the door. The door slid open in a hurry only to reveal a women externally around the same age as Hana wearing a strange uniform consisting of a buttoned up blazer and a white skirt. Her hair was outrageously long reaching down to the back of her knees at least and she sported white ears on the top of her head. She was clearly a youkai by the energy she gave off, Hana pushed past that as she recognized her as the medicine seller, "I'm sorry to interrupt but I was told to come here by the nurse..."

>>45063726
week days are notoriously slow as writeanons have their lives to worry about and discussion without chapters is hard. Past thread was done in a weekend and lasted about 3 days, tho

>>45063772
Nazarin is gonna star in a strange AV isn't she..?

>>45063779
Psst, Ayaanon...
I'm a dummy so I have no idea what was with that parcel in the last segment, blackmail against Yukari? Feel free to write it if you want and I'll work around it. It probably happens after Marisa's pregnancy reveal and Mima

>>45063857
Nazrin is follow in Shou's foot steps in becoming an Idol, just not the type of Idol she'd thought she'd be.

(1/4)
Today I would meet with the illustrious Toyosatomimi no Miko at her home in the Divine Spirit Mausoleum for which I was excited and nervous in equal measure.
I’d never been to Senkai where the Mausoleum was located, the realm was akin to the hells or the dream word, a place not within Gensokyou, but still connected to it and damn hard to reach if you weren’t a hermit.
The butterfly stamped invitation had strange instructions on how I was to arrive ‘take this invitation and whoever is you guest in hand and walk through the crack that’s appeared in your mind’. I instantly thought of a massive rock that had smashed itself a little way from the village, so after I had acquired the proper wares, I made my way there.
Seija refused to stay behind, not wanting to pass up the chance at being perhaps the first Youkai to visit Senkai. I didn’t put up too much of a fuss, since the realm was equally unknown to me, however I did insist on her wearing a more formal garb and from the village markets I quickly acquired some heeled sandals, a white dress with a cut that layered blue, black, and red fabrics behind it, and a black piece of cloth wrapped around her shoulders to complete the outfit.
She almost looked like Kagerou’s more formal sister, but I kept that to myself, she was being agreeable as it was and quite a few villagers had given us some strange looks. Although that could’ve been my choice of garb: the dark green kimono with the orange, padded sash, and the bracelet we’d acquired from the Youkai Slayer tomb. We were an odd couple to be sure.
“What’s the hold up? I want to see what those old coot hermits have been hiding from us!” Seija said as she tapped her foot beside the crack.
“Gathering my thoughts.” I remarked.
I didn’t like hermits. They were just the wrong mix of proud, eccentric, ego-driven, dangerous, and isolationist. Ask a hermit a question and they’ll give you an answer so far removed from any common understanding that you may as well have asked a whimsical child or the drunkest man. And that crazed model of the world they developed in their heads? Made trading with them absurdly difficult. Sometimes they’d say no to gold other times they’d get on their hands and knees for a random piece of rye you had in your mouth. They were a queer and chaotic kind.
“Alright, no use dallying then.” I say offering my hand to Seija.
She takes it and closes her eyes just as I do, and I lead her toward the crack invitation in hand.
Instead of colliding with the rock I feel a rush of air and the smell of lilac, I push forward a few more steps before opening my eyes to Senkai.
The Divine Sprit Mausoleum stood before us; a golden pillar surrounded by a moat dotted with Lilly pads. Behind it where rolling mountains, with peaks far too numerous to be natural, all cloaked in fog.
“Welcome honored guests.” A formal voice spoke.
Beside us stood the white-clad, eboshi-wearing servant of Miko: Mononobe No Futo and she went from bowing reverence to reserved contempt. I returned her bow regardless.
“Perhaps it is not for me to say, but mayhaps you should consider abandoning your company and that… garb.” She states.
As expected, Futo had little tolerance for Youkai and the outfit which we had acquired from the tomb resembled a Buddhist robe.
“My sincerest apologies, circumstances bound me to this one and this robe is one of legends, I wouldn’t want to offend by coming in anything less.” I justify.
“Tis not only that, but-“ Futo begins.
“What was that about us being honored guests?” Seija interjected. “Your master expects us, so wasting our time is wasting Her’s runt.” She said hauntingly.
Futo’s face scrunched up into a disgusted expression, but like a good Taoist she simply sighed and guided us inside rather than butt heads with a strong-willed woman.
As we ascended the tower we saw quite a few aspirants, some doing mundane tasks like cleaning and the like, while others looked to be doing more spiritual practices like tai-chi, transcribing scripture, and meditation.
I took some pleasure in watching them gawk and harrow at the sight of Seija in her more elegant, slightly risqué dress. Or where they surprised by my appearance? Either way the Oni and I where both taking some pleasure in their comic expressions. Futo merely gave the odd stare and only tossed a plate at one troublesome guy who was leaning on the ladder to get a better look, plummeting him to the ground.
As I said, hermits were a queer, ego-driven bunch. Learning anything from them was a fool’s errand and I couldn’t help but pity these poor disciples just a little.
When we finally arrived at the top of the Mausoleum’s Spire and the doors to the meeting chamber stood before us, we all laid eyes on the green dress wearing ghost who hovered a few inches off the ground.
She also gawked.

>>45063892
(2/4)
“You can’t be serious. I won’t allow you entry to this place with that-“she began.
Futo raised her hand. “Tis useless, he is intent to see The Crown Prince regardless of garb.”
“Fine. But her…” She pointed to Seija. “…I will not allow.”
Seija shrugged and took a seat on a bench crossing her legs as she did. “Not as if I wanted to be apart of some stuffy proceeding of royalty anyway. Go along Goro-kun, meet with that feather-brained prince so we can get out of this stuffy palace already.”
We were all taken aback by how flexible she was acting. Why was this Amanojaku being so aggregable?
“Well then, move along she’s waiting for you.” Tojiko said, pushing me toward the door, no doubt intent on me completing my business so Seija would leave sooner as well.
As I approached the golden engraved doors they opened as if they had a will of their own and shut just as gracefully. I didn’t hear the characteristic crack of wood or whining of metal hinges that usually accompany such large construction, but such was a hermits abode I suppose. Whatever the oddity, it didn’t compare to the one that stood before me now.
“Oh, you’ve arrived, come come, make yourself comfortable.” Toyosatomimi no Miko spoke, beckoning me toward the table.
The odd piece of furniture was lowered into a recess of the floor and the table was covered with an embroidered cloth that draped over its side. I bowed and took my seat, sitting cross legged, it almost appeared that I was buried waist down in the floor and found that beneath the table was slightly warm.
Across from me sat Miko, the Crown Prince who wore a flowing purple robe accented with gold, beside her sat the blue-haired hermit Seiga Kaku in a similar piece of comfort wear accented by the odd flower or two. As I took my seat, their expressions momentarily changed to shock for a moment, but they quickly regained their composure. Perhaps even they were sensitive to these Buddhist seeming robes? Ah, too late to consider now, my relationship with the Myouren Temple was probably already known to them anyway.
“So,” Miko began, sliding herself around the table until she was at my side. “you’re the petitioner who’s been asking to see me for so long, the human who brokers with Youkai are you not?”
“Yes, although I don’t deal exclusively with them, I simply don’t discriminate in my clientele. It is a privilege to have an audience with you, oh Illustrious Crown Prince.” I reply, bowing my head.
Seiga simply took a drag from a pipe she was smoking, saying nothing. ‘Good’ I thought. I’ve heard so many rumors about Seiga Kaku’s exploits and none of them were pleasant.
“My my, no need to be so formal! You know, had you arrived at any time I would’ve gladly taken your audience. Although I suppose you’re not a hermit so you can’t come and go into Senkai as you’d like without an invitation.” Miko said, thinking aloud.
It’s well known that Miko could intuit the desires of someone with a glance, in fact, she was rumored to be able to listen and reply to as many as ten people at once. Which made the fact that I had her exclusive audience all the stranger, a side-effect of her carefree attitude?
“Of course, Miko-sensei. I simply did not wish to waste your time or mine on a useless meeting.” I explain.
“Because the rejection itself would’ve been an answer to your question, yes, quite a broker, aren’t you?” Miko said, placing her elbow on the table and resting her face on it.
“You want to know my intentions regarding the brothel of one within the village? As you expect: I have none. My own involvement would hamper its destruction rather than help. Ah, but please don’t think of me as cruel, that place is an evil blight and I wish for its destruction as much as the rest of you.” She said with a casual smile.
Relief. She could be lying to me, but The Crown Prince’s word, the dignity of a saint, would be tarnished if she was.
“Now that you’ve gotten what you wanted will you indulge me for a moment?” She asked.
“Of course, what would Miko-sensei ask of me?”
“Are you picking a fight with that dress wear?” She accused.

>>45063909
(3/4)
Blasted robe. “Oh, of course not. I acquired this from, well let’s say it was entrusted to me by someone to fulfill my own role in all of this. It felt wrong to not be wearing it on such an auspicious occasion for myself. I mean no offense.” I reasoned.
Couldn’t very well say: ‘I grave robbed this from a tomb of legendary Youkai hunters’, ah, it probably didn’t even matter in the presence of Miko.
“Oh, not the robe. I mean this.” She said, tapping my bracelet with a single finger.
At this, Seiga stopped smoking and immediately turned in our direction, her interest piqued.
“Well, this was also entrusted to me as well.” I say, holding the bracelet to the light, examining the large, smooth black stones that composed it and the silver veins shining within. “It’s supposed to be an armament of some sort, although I suspect it’s inert. I’m only a little practiced in magic arts, charms, seals, and tools like that, but I can’t seem to get these beads to do anything no matter the chant, incantation, hand sign, or conditions I try.” I say, shrugging.
“It’s almost as if they’re really just some ornate stones and nothing else.”
Miko closed her eyes and breathed, as if formulating a response in her head. This put me on edge. Why had the Crown Prince, with her quick wit, taken a pause? Surly she could reply faster than I could inquire, unless, unless it was necessary for myself?
“Have you tried removing those stones?” Seiga interjected.
“No, I…” I think to myself. I hadn’t removed the bracelet since I donned it yesterday.
Grabbing the stones, I tried pulling it off my right hand, only for it to squeeze my wrist as if it were a snake constricting its prey. I tugged and tugged but couldn’t get it any farther.
“Stop! Stop! Oh, that’s a horrid and wonderful noise, but stop!” Seiga said, her hands clasped around her ears. I didn’t hear anything like that but stopped at her insistence.
Suddenly there was a banging on the door. With a wave, Miko produced a tiny golden sword in the air which zoomed past us and phased through the door. The banging stopped.
“Goro-kun, you are human, aren’t you?” Miko asked.
“Of course.” I said, confused.
“Have you ever harbored a spirit? Acted under a god’s influence? Or perhaps, consumed Youkai flesh?” She asked.
The room went silent, and the air felt heavy.
This was a Youkai-slaying weapon, I was still being treated after biting off Seija’s neck and swallowing it, was this bracelet trying to kill me?
“That bracelet is culmination of 108 human sacrifices.” Seiga spoke. “Human sacrifices, by humans, for humans you understand? Not as a Youkai or Terrible god would do, where one involves waste and the other is overly symbolic. It involved taking specific human bones, boiling out their marrow, grinding the bones into dust, mixing the resulting meal with silver, and trapping the conduits in obsidian.” She explained, tapping the ash out of her pipe.
“It’s refined human animosity, perfect and un-conditional negative emotion to anything that isn’t purely human. Its use is a conduit for Houjustsu, tranquil magic, but the resulting spells would resemble Youjutsu, chaotic magic.” She continued.
“Why would they make such a thing to fight Youkai?” I ask, feeling my panic creep in.
“Because even though it looks like Youjutsu it’s not. The malice is targeted, direct, and unlike a grudge it won’t ever grow or veer from its ire. Such a thing could scarcely be called Houjustsu either, the practitioner who finished it likely couldn’t find peace so chose instead to impose complete order on malice.” She waved.
I looked at the bracelet and let myself feel anger and I finally saw what everyone was gawking at.
In each stone there was a face, a human one cloaked in red with attentive expressions, uncanny expressions, as I moved the bracelet away from myself the size of the faces did not change and the red light they cast did not reflect on the shining palace floors. They were just, staring.
I felt a weight in my chest. “If someone wearing such a thing were to die…” I begin to ask.
“They would not pass the Sanzu. The beads will not let your soul leave.” Miko said.
“No, but I, I have pills from Eientei, they’re treating me.” I laugh. “Once I finish the treatment, these things, they’ll fall right off, right?”
Miko solemnly shakes her head. “Your life may not be at risk, but your body is irreversibly tainted. The bracelet will never let you go.”
“Then I’ll chop my arm off. It’ll be a nuisance, but I can at least die peacefully, right?”
Seiga spoke “You would only be down an arm, The beads grip isn’t a physical phenomenon, that’s just how you perceive it. Even more drastic actions like destroying the beads may just cause more harm.”
My head swam. What was all this for? Had I died on Youkai Mountain that day I would’ve died happy and now I was doomed, cursed.
“There might be one way.” Miko spoke.
I listened.

>>45063917
(4/4)
“The Gap Youkai: Yukari. She may be the only one with the power and skill to separate the beads and leave your soul intact. The same Yukari you’ve spent so much time plotting against. However, I could help you coerce her into saving you.” Miko explained.
“How?” I ask.
“If you were to offer up all you knew, the plans you’ve laid, and guarantee my support for her defense, she would have no other choice.” She put forth.
It would be a deal then, but at what cost? I would be forsaking everyone who I had bartered with, broken countless agreements, spat in the face of a man unjustly put through hell day in and day out that I had tried so hard to save.
And what if I didn’t? What was this all for if I meet the most terrible fate I could imagine? What would I become? How long had I labored so that my life would be a good one only to waste all those efforts and throw them away? What was Anon’s suffering to the agony I’d endure if I perished cursed? Surely this waste would be evil in itself! Surely his escape wouldn’t be impossible even if I betrayed him or guaranteed if I had not.
It was pointless to think about, the decision had already been made.
“I know my best interests. If I assist Yukari the result would be the same for me if I had not.” Miko said.
I raised my left hand to Miko.
“Not the inverted left hand or the cursed right Goro, there is one other way two people can make an exchange.” She said, closing her eyes and slightly pursing her lips.
I kissed the saint.
“Toyosatomimi no Miko, you will not engage with or against Yukari in this battle. In exchange you’ll have one favor from me, to be claimed at your leisure.” The pact was made. I could hear Seiga chuckle.
Miko smiled. “Was it pride and stubbornness in your status that kept you virtuous or tranquil love for those around you?”
She already knew the answer.
I made for the door, someone had much to answer for.


I, Soga no Tojiko, did not enjoy being a baby-sitter, so I was pleasantly surprised when the Amanojaku didn’t make a fuss and waited patiently while the Crown Prince met with The Broker.
When a deathly howl emitted from the room, Futo and I both made for the door, but a message from the Prince stayed us, for what reason, I cannot say.
I almost jumped as the doors finally careened open to reveal the Broker, the glowing red faces in the bracelet still staring at us, indifferently.
I made to greet him, but he ignored Futo and I both and made for Seija and with a swift motion grabbed her by the dress and slapped her across the face.
“You knew!” He yelled.
The Amanojaku smiled, chuckling “Why do you think I gave up such a fantastic tool? I wouldn’t just hand over a cheat item like that.”
“You’ve cured me you wrench! After everything you did, we worked together, you risked your own life to save me, we shared the same home, I, gods…” he said.
“I trusted you!”
“Then you truly are a fool.” The Amanojaku cackled. “You know what I am, who I am. What, did a little co-habitation fog your brain? I resented every second I spent with you, and that I can honestly say beyond all doubt. But it was worth it, to see that calm, pathetic demeanor crack just like all the rest!”
The man lifted her by her dress and put her against the wall.
“Even now you lie with every breath you take! What do you think tormenting everyone around you leads to?!”
“You still don’t understand? I’m an Amanojaku, being hated by all is ecstasy for me. Loneliness is a comfort!” She laughed.
This is unsightly. I nod to Futo and we begin to move, but something stops us.
“You think there’s not a person alive who enjoys being lonely?” The man quietly speaks.
“Or angry, sad, tired, even betrayed?” He continued, dropping the girl.
She falls to her knees, but not out of weakness. No, she’s in too much pleasure to even stand.
“My part in this, it’s done. But you’re going to realize something when I’m well in truly gone.” The man breathes in.
“You were happier when I was around.”

---

Next time things will be getting worse.

>>45063923
About what I expected, seija loves burning her bridges, still sad she didn't get to impregnate goro.

>>45063923
Now that was a good twist

>>45063923
>"You were happier when I was around.”
HAHAHAHA OHNO.... Goro-san's real power, after all, is fucking incel rage, kek
also, if he goes to Yukari, I don't guarantee she won't just gap the informations from his head and feed him to hammer Kasen. Goro-san is not surviving without Anon's Eientei radioactive blood

>>45063782
>Seriously, what perverted fool would knock up all those youkai women? Hana was disgusted by the thought of it.
man, the intervention will be fucking wild

>>45063881
Oh, I didn't make it clear enough. Aya was ranting about how she didn't help Hana or Anon so it was a bunch of food she made with Momiji for Hana (a certain girl in the Human Village). She left it there at night because she doesn't have the courage to face Hana in person yet.

>>45064045
hana's gonna end up getting like three separate interventions from all the different factions, and then she'll go to sleep to try and get away from them all and end up in another intervention with doremy and all the dream selves of the interventions she already had

>>45064172
I think Doremy left for the outside world at this point, just to not have to experience Hana anymore

>>45064172
>hana's gonna end up getting like three separate interventions from all the different factions…
>and then she'll go to sleep to try and get away from them all and end up in another intervention with doremy and all the dream selves of the interventions she already had
muh sides

>Goro-san jobbed
>Hana jobbed
>Kasen jobbed
>Kosuzu jobbed
>Meiling jobbed
>Rikako jobbed to Alice's dolls, even more...
>only ones that didn't jobbed as of recent chapters is Koishi and Mima
impossible

>>45064045
At this point, Reimu might handle the news better then Hana.

>>45064206
meiling will recover, have faith
if I ever find the time to carry it on

>>45064009
>HAHAHAHA OHNO.... Goro-san's real power, after all, is fucking incel rage, kek
In hind sight I could've written that line better but then again, It's not like people wax poetically when they're absolutely seething.

>>45064217
>if I ever find the time to carry it on
I'm rooting for you, Anon!

>>45064266
>In hind sight I could've written that line better
you couldn't have made it more perfect, it was the cherry on top of the cake. Only up from here now

>>45064206
Koishi is gonna get confirmed to the underground by satori, how's that not jobbing?

>>45063782

Rage flashed in Reisen's eyes and Hana unconsciously reached for her gohei but stopped when Reisen turned around instead. She was now shouting at the small looking girl, "really now its even worse than I thought! Look at what you did the poor girl, all for a laugh!"

Standing there awkwardly Hana couldn't help but stare at the shifty eyed young girl sitting seiza style on the floor. Her hair was fluffy and a deep black that shone with natural luster, contrasting her hair were two fluffy ears that sat atop her head and flopped down to its sides. Her dress was a lovely pink almost the same shade as the nurse's uniforms. She was barefoot as well with the only other accessory being a carrot pendant that hung around her neck.

Despite her young looks and her playful personality she remembered back when she came here with her father, learning that she was one of the oldest in all of Gensokyo. Despite being a youkai she was at least friendly, Hana even playing with her at times while her father was on business here. Though that was long ago and while Hana wasn't the most friendly with her she was a familiar enough face.

The loud shouting as Reisen lectured Tewi with renewed vigor answered at least one of her questions, it was clear Hana had fallen into her pitfall trap. A fresh one that the little bunny hadn't cleared properly and a stone resided in at the bottom. A stone that was unfortunately lined up properly to collide with Hana's skull rendering her unconscious.

Although keen on letting the trickster rabbit be scolded a bit longer for her crime Hana's head was throbbing from the constant noise. Made even more grating by the fact it came from a youkai. Hana spoke up, "Excuse me Purple Inaba-san, my head is pounding. I need to go lay down so..."

Reisen spun around to her as Tewi slunk away behind her, "ah thats right! You'll need to see Eirin before I can let you go!"

Curiously what seemed to be guilt crossed the rabbit's face as she trotted up to her with some trepidation, "I don't suppose you were coming here initially on business were you...?"

Hana thought for a second as Tewi crept up behind Reisen, seeming to prepare for a dash, "No, I was just walking around as strange as it sounds. I just... wanted a change of scenery"

Reisen nodded and relief seemed to cross her face for some reason, it made Hana curious but it wouldn't do to be nosy to someone that was helping you. Even if it was a filthy youkai. Reisen spoke again as her hand darted out just as Tewi started her dash halting the little rabbit, "This one!" Reisen turned her head down to look Tewi, "will escort you! Its the least she could do after all, isn't that right Tewi-san?"

With a 'bwuh?' Tewi glanced between the two with upturned eyes as she adopted a casual stance as if pretending she wasn't about to cut and run. With a slightly forced carefree smile she smiled, "of course, I was just about to show her the way myself!"


Tewi smiled widely as she walked with all the haste of drunk stumbling down the streets. Hana walked side-by-side with in silence for a bit after Tewi informed her that Eirin was likely locked away in the maternity ward at this time of day.

There was something Hana couldn't quite grasp about the situation, this was only compounded now that her head cleared a bit. It seemed that like Reisen everyone seemed to have a strange reaction to her presence, the youkai and women who appeared uninjured seemed to avoid her entirely and the Inaba nurses seemed to greet her like they were friends.

It was enough that Hana couldn't help but bring it up, "Tewi-san... is it just me or does everyone seem to react strangely to my presence? I don't think I ever came here enough to be that noted..."

Tewi stopped walking for a second before resuming her seemingly easygoing steps, "ah, well the Hakurei maidens tend to be famous wherever they go right?"

Concussion be damned, something was up and Hana was certainly weirded out, "no that can't be it, its only the ladies that seem to do that. Even Udongein-san seemed to give me a look..."

Seeming to not want to meet her eyes Hana couldn't help but press her, alarm bells were ringing in Hana's head, a conspiracy? An incident in the making? Tewi's face was outwardly calm but there was a nervousness creeping in like a spider, "Well... well you see... ah I can't keep a secret from you Hana-chan! But uh, I can only tell you after we see doctor you know?!"

Winking, Tewi's face returned to that mischievous expression she so enjoyed displaying. Hana realized that at least at the moment she wouldn't get anything out of her, she'd have to try later. Sighing Hana remarked, "fine but it better not be a bald faced lie! I still owe you this after all!" Hana pointed to her wrapped head.

Giggling Tewi replied with a smile, "don't worry it'll be something good, I guarantee it on my luck!"

As they headed deeper into the ward Tewi piped up, "by the way, its Tewi. Not Tewi."

>>45064559
She got what she wanted.

>>45064687
Satorin will send Okyuu and Get Orin to bring Anon to the underground. That was the real reason why she came up with her plan to 'kill Anon'
Gensokyo will be held hostage by a second sun if Yukari doesn't release him to her, all so her niece doesn't grow up fatherless

>>45064045
>>45064172
her racism WILL be cured

>>45064045
She's going to need full care at Eientei when she goes catatonic form the news about sharing her blood with about half the youkai of gensokyo

>>45064847
had me laughing for a good full minute and then some.
The best part is the ones outside not even shown.

>>45064847
HOLY shit is this OC

>>45064880
yup
made it with ezgif and paintnet

>>45064640
what a brat, Hana should be more respectful to her step-mother number-346!
>"by the way, its Tewi. Not Tewi."
heh, never loses its shine

>>45055851 (15/?)

Dressed in her yellow vest and hard hat, foreman Shanghai directed the various teams of dolls as they each filled their role in the creator’s great design. What exactly that grand design is eludes Shanghai. Based on Alice’s instructions she was to make a house like the mean red one’s, but her creator never explained why that is.

Shanghai did have a few theories, however, and given the dolls had finally stopped trying to cut down trees that other dolls were working under, she had some time to indulge them. It may be wishful thinking on her part, but maybe it was supposed to be a home for Mr. Anon. If she remembered right, he used to live with the mean red one, but he couldn’t have been happy there. Afterward, he went to that other bad place in the village and that was super bad. Maybe he was like one of those hermit crabs from the stories Alice would read to her and could only live in specific kinds of shells. It makes sense that he'd need to live in a place like the ones he lived in, otherwise, he wouldn’t live there.

If that were the case, the fact that the site is between Alice’s house and the village makes super sense for a ton of reasons. 1: When Alice goes to the village, they could stop by for tea and cuddles with Mr. Anon. 2: It’s close to Alice’s house so she can notice if anyone tries to take him from his habitat. 3: It’s close to the village so he can get here quickly when they relocate. She knows that moving is scary for hermit crabs and Alice, so he likely wouldn’t want to travel too far in fear of predators.

Shanghai was about to move on to reason four, but her attention shifted to the sound of metal banging against metal in the trees. Drawing her razor sword, she and the rest of the dolls (except the ones that carry stuff in the air because she shook her fists at them for that) drop what they are doing and swarm over to face the incoming threat.

Reaching where the watchman doll was stationed, Shanghai sees a hairy dog woman nervously backing away from the growing army of dolls all around her. Raising her hands she says, “I’m sorry for disturbing… whatever this is. If you’ll forgive me I’ll be right on my way...”

At that, the youkai turns tail and runs in the other direction. It was to be expected really. Every time a youkai stumbled into the construction site, they quickly backed away after seeing the true power of the doll army. Still, if they don't give a show of force, the youkai think they could push dolls around as if they were weak.

Giving the signal for the others to go back to work, Shanghai tries to remember what she was thinking about before she was rudely interrupted… Ah! Why they were building this place?

If it’s not a Mr. Anon sanctuary, it could also be a house for Mima. Ever since they started working with Alice, Marisa and Mima have been sleeping in Alice’s house. Marisa definitely has a house and just likes taking Alice’s things, but maybe Mima doesn’t have a house? She’s never seen Mima’s house and she has to be going somewhere when she’s not causing trouble, so maybe she’s homeless?

She’d deserve to be homeless given how mean she is to Alice, but Shanghai wouldn’t be surprised if her creator was nice enough to give a homeless ghost lady a house. Who knows? Maybe it’s like one of those stories where the bad person is just bad because they’re sad and Mima will become nice if she has a house. While Shanghai would rather have Mr. Anon living in this place, it’d be pretty cool if Mima and Marisa left.

Still, at the end of the day, Shanghai can only guess. It’s probably going to be something weird like a magic building, or a really big doll house for really big dolls, or a place to put all those dresses Alice blushes while making and hides, or a place for Mima and Ms. Shinki to fight in, or…

Shanghai trails off as she watches a team of dolls who ARE NOT wearing their protective helmets wander under a tree laden with acorns. Her eye twitches for a second as she recalls the many many times she made it clear that the hats had to always be on, especially while under something dangerous! Do they not appreciate the time Alice spent making each of them a hard hat? Do they want Alice to cry when they bump their noggins? Do they even realize that Mr. Anon would be sad to know that dolls got hurt building his enclosure?

With building fury, Shanghai descends upon the foolish dolls. Unaware of the fact she’s slowly assuming the mantle of Goddess of OSHA regulations.

I want to make a b-plot with Shanghai, Medicine, and Shimmy now. Here's to hoping I can find the time for it.