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[Chapter Count]
(1894 entries)(+48 chapters last thread)

[for phoneanons who can't access the dead threads, here's the last thread. Link to all others in the 'all entries']:
https://warosu.org/jp/thread/49513413 | 36th thread

[pastebin for the finale (for writers, full of spoilers)]
https://pastebin.com/zqS1Krp7

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RESUME!
>Hana and Reimu together manage to seal away whatever curse Anon developed inside him successfully, a furnace, with Anon understanding he's now not entirely human anymore. Reeling, he tells Reimu about Ran's death and unwinds all his spite for her, bringing Hana to tears, who had forgiven Reimu and differentiated the woman she's redeemed herself into and the past monster into Mom and Mother, respectively. Anon and Reimu realise Hana blames herself for everything bad that's happened to them, Reimu living on borrowed time and because she was too weak to resist Yukari's machinations, hurting her father. They agree that while their relationship is dead, they can still act as a family for Hana, which they do. Aunn soon joins. Marisa and Kanako tag along and after some conversation, Anon is sent back to the Moriya and Reimu and Hana join the others to kill Yukari;
>Meanwhile, Chen wakes in Yamame's arms and is told about what's happening after they saved everyone from the underground. Yamame tells her the homes of her family are gone in the destruction. Chen sobs on that and then on herself with the plague she's left with after Ran reconstructed the gap within her, Yukari's shadow much more prominent now and actively poisoning her mind and manipulating her feelings and emotions and encouraging behaviors she's appalled by. Yamame manages to keep that in check briefly, but then Toutetsu comes from the temporal mist and her words have Chen realize Ran died. Anon comes around a while later with both Aunns in tow and Chen talks to him, and though Anon is terrified of Chen's shadow, which is now Yukari's, he hugs and comforts her enough. Chen then asks to be brought to the others after she senses the war is over;
>Yuyuko has an epiphany that, if Yukari is now powerless without the gap, she can argue for her survival and have her exiled at hakugyokurou rather than let the others kill her off;
>Suika descends into the Underground and finds Yuugi holding back the concentrated power of an entire nuke. She's landed a few seconds to build incredible protections and some nice words before the nuke goes off and kills Yuugi. The froggy goddess does indeed stop the nuke from ravaging Gensokyo, but it's too much effort and she feels herself slipping. Okuu comes to help;
>Yuuka, Mima and Sakuya manage to put Seiga on the ropes, but she's smart and uses the explosion of the HSE to escape. She's later killed off by Mokou, who was hanging around the bamboo forest of the lost with Kaguya. Yuuka and Mima fight the feral Kirin and are brought to a compromise where Yuuka keeps killing it again and again through its regeneration while Mima purifies the Kirin and maintains protections to stop the temporal mist from mercing them. The Kirin is reborn days later, time not passing within the temporal mist, Mima dies (temporarily), and the Kirin cleanses Gensokyo from the temporal mist. Yuuka joins the battle;
>Briefly empowered by the meaning of the four-leaf clover Sekai gave her, Kasen manages to cripple Yukari and send her towards the tree, destroying her Senkai in the process. She reattaches Douji's arm and completes the merge, meeting Yukari on the tree. Underneath the tree, Patchouli and Meiling finish the ritual and Sekai is reborn, but she's still downloading her data from the tree, so Remilia goes to join the battle against Yukari to protect the tree and her mansion. The others soon join. It's Hana, Reimu, Kasen, Marisa, Kanako, Byakuren, Okina and Remilia against Yukari. Battle ensues, and it's ugly. Yukari is staunch and powerful against a bunch that can barely touch her properly while buffed by the sword. Okina develops a plan to throw her off that involves cutting down the tree and goading Yukari with threats of targeting her baby. Yukari is furious and blunders, but it turns out she'd constructed a plan on top of Okina's and used herself as bait during the attack to steal Reimu's float while she was vulnerable from having another chakra core dead, getting damaged in the process but harnessing most of Reimu's new power and stealing away her invisible mikos. She turns the tables against the others and is on the cusp of killing Kasen for good, but Yuuka, after the temporal mist is dispelled, joins the fray with a big-ass sunflower and laser in tow. Hana gathers the others, now with Sanae and Suika who were imprisoned in the mist, and settles on using her powers to snag away the invisible mikos who Yukari used for support, which would attract Yukari to her and give the others ample time to whale on her. The plan works and Yukari suffers a generational jumping: she loses one arm, the sword is taken by Kasen, she gets stabbed through the chest and has half her face blown to bits by Reimu. Yuuka passed out from exhaustion. Yukari's left defeated on the ground and Hana prepares to mercy kill her but is stopped by Yuyuko and Youmu at the last second, who came from nowhere to vouch for Yukari's and her child's lives;

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>>50274399
>After Reimu shatters her Gohei against Yukari's face, she has a moment for herself high up in Gensokyo's stratosphere. She apologizes to her lineage for being retarded and the Hakurei god, who'd come around to talk, accepts it. He then prattles about Reimu's power when she tries to turn it off before it kills her but gets cold feet, saying he had hidden from her that it'll kill her should she keep it on or turn it off because if she knew that power would get her killed no matter what, she wouldn't have used it against Koutei, Douji, or Yukari and would have lost the war. Reimu resigns, knowing he speaks the truth, and scrambles to spend her last minutes with Hana, but Marisa comes around, and Reimu tells her that she won't be able to uphold their promise. Marisa spergs hard, but Reimu ignores her and goes to meet Hana. Feeling free and relieved since her death is guaranteed, she starts floating;
>Hana seethes that someone could feel merciful enough to protect Yukari and has a prickly exchange with Youmu before Kasen interjects and Yuyuko starts begging for Yukari's life, saying that she's not a danger anymore and that she'll keep her from doing anything dangerous to Gensokyo. Hana doesn't buy it, but she feels sympathy towards the child inside Yukari, as they're in the same spot she's been in her whole life before the Solstice. Kasen gives her the entirety of the choice, stating she'll be on Hana's side no matter what she chooses. After some back-and-forth, Hana decides to spare Yukari only to keep her sibling safe. Yukari immediately seizes that moment of opportunity, though she reckons she's not capable of fighting anymore. Thus, she impales herself on the onikirimaru and, dissociating in her near-catatonic state, uses Reimu's power to float. Rather than use them to fight, she runs towards Yuyuko, intending on stealing her manipulation of death to have everyone's deaths insured. Hana notices that and rallies the others so they protect Yuyuko, but Yuyuko, after a brief exchange with Hana and vagueposting a command, runs towards Yukari. The others try to stop Yuyuko, but can only marginally hinder her. Hana is fuming and decides to put down Yuyuko before Yukari can have power over death but is stopped by Youmu, who's just as distressed as she is but believes in Yuyuko, who'd said she wouldn't ally with Yukari. Hana tries to ignore her by using her noneuclidean movement but is intercepted by emo Youmu from lost world, who she observes overlaps normal Youmu in the noneuclidean world. They have a quick scuffle, and just before Yukari and Yuyuko meet and the latter could say something to the former, Reimu uses the fucking neckbreaker to engage Yukari. Infinitely floating above another's float proved a dangerous thing when the power from one slash Reimu floated over generated enough energy to atomize a chunk of Yggdrasil;
>Kanako saves Hana and Youmu from being obliterated by the shockwaves of the tree hitting its stump. The three have a quick talk about what to do, and Hana and Youmu have a shouting match before Youmu makes a point that gets the other two thinking. Hana grapples with her mental for a bit, comparing this cataclysm to the underground one and though there she froze and had to be saved, after her family was reunited, she found strength within to poise herself and keep herself from panicking. Youmu says that Yuyuko tried to say something to Yukari, and that would most likely throw Yukari off the float, thus explaining why Yuyuko told her to be ready. Hana decides to create an opportunity for Yuyuko;

SURELY it'll end this thread.

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>>50274443

>>50274443
2026 baby. Epilogues, extended epilogues, rewrites, sequels, stories set in the same universe.
This is a franchise now.
And it is never letting you go.

The current arc is looking to be the longest so far, currently only a little bit behind the size of the third arc of the finale.

>>50274702
What about the SEX tho?

>>50277003
Sex? People read this for the sex?

>>50277049
I don't think any of the sex in here was particularly well-written, let alone erotic, and I'm glad it's gone.

>>50277049
No, but. BUTT

>>50277064
True, I only ever read this for the politics.

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I was scrolling through some old threads and I saw this post
https://warosu.org/jp/thread/47515133#p47619600
I just want to let everyone know that this year, Meiling tops Patchouli.

>>50277110
Blessed.

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Black spots swim across my vision, and beyond them swims a cloud of stars. Beyond them and nebulas and the ethereal dust that drifts aimlessly across the universe, what lies beneath the mortal shell of all beckons me… But I cannot go there yet and mingle with those who vie to gobble up the Land of the Backdoor and reach Earth, to enthrall 10.9 billion living souls and 117 billion coursing the Sanzu—the Styx, the Vaitarani or the Wangchuan, whatever humans decide to call it—, metamorphosing this beautiful pale blue dot into their realm of decay. I have a duty to each one of them.

Mind reels and slowly makes sense of my surroundings, one hand clasped to that which Kasen Ibaraki had entrusted me with. I’d passed out after opening the self-replicating labyrinth of backdoors—without the sword firmly held between my fingers, I’d have died there.

It doth shun me, for I’m neither of its mothers and cannot wield the Manipulation of Explainable Phenomena nor Reimu’s Float or her flames…

… Yet, it remains a catalyst. Barely a centimeter of blade is left.

Someone small was carrying me; the horns with beautiful adornments tell me it’s Suika. Yuuka Kazami is being carried too by that man whose faith had relinquished me—his mother should whip him, but alas—and neither Byakuren Hijiri nor Sanae Kochiya are to be seen… My best bet is that they’re right there in the distance, urging those of the Myouren and the Moriya, the Tengu and the Kappa, to flee the Mountain, for a shadow looms greater upon its maimed frame. Great branches fall from its canopy only to disappear—a small mercy.

Yukari had dropped a nuclear bomb under Youkai Mountain, and somehow it'd been restrained; she then punched a wound across its stomach and flooded its insides with a crumbled world; somehow, it survived.

Now she wants to squash the entire thing. I mustn’t allow her.

“… Suika,” I call the oni, eyes switching away from the mountain to another towering presence past the blur of lifted silt and ash. A beacon of power, ignored yet there, pulsating with power. The oni looks at me from below, my cheek cradled to the top of her head. Limbs felt like hindrances, the stomach had glaciated, and a chill had run up to my esophagus; there it thrummed a resonance that robbed me of words. It is the weight of fear, tempered by the resignation this broken blade instills within me.

Winter had been long, and though I ought to see the bloom of spring, it seems it’s not meant for me.

It’ll be for Chen, who believed and forgave me; for that simple catholic from whom I gathered such raw faith and understanding; for Satono and Mai, waiting atop Youkai Mountain.

“B-Bring me there,” I say, eyes illuminated by the emerald glow cleaving dust. “… Kasen gave me this sword to keep me alive, but I’ll… use it for a much better purpose.”

The others kept going without us. Had they heard me, or had Suika spoken to them? Had the grip of despair such a situation conveys kept their minds focused only on their survival and the survival of their people? I couldn't tell.

My eyes never left Koutei’s forgotten seven-branched sword.

Ears boomed with the slow grind the tree had against its stump, gravity urging it to rest and level an entire section of Gensokyo, once more forever imprinting onto the land the misery Yukari propagated in her madness; Yuuka’s sunflower, cut through in Reimu’s and Yukari’s scuffle, had long had its head tumble to the ground, its stalk crushed by the weight of an entire mountain condensed into hammer wood.

Yukari had sealed the Backdoor with her Gap.

The magic negation plundered from a dragon’s extension would suffice.

Suika had spoken—emaciated and wide-eyed—words I didn’t—couldn’t—listen to.

I had lunged off of her, the hurt of hitting the ground little compared to what lingered from the battle. So much was taken, so much faith spent, and a tarnish I don’t fully comprehend ravaging everything inside, pulling and eroding yet never fully killing. It would never hurt quite like the decisions I made that brought me here hurt.

A lost goddess sheltered behind the mask of a monster. I could feel something wearing that mask.

—hands crawl towards the slumbering sword of viridian—

An enabler of Gensokyo’s worst tragedy.

A relic of the Age of Gods.

Even though humanity has moved on, my duty to those whose shoulders such an age and what came after were built upon remains. Their compass, their stars.

The Goddess of Backdoors won't fail 130 billion souls.

… I won’t wanna fail Mai and Satono.

Hands pick me up and pass the arm without the word behind her neck, supporting my weight. Suika walks me towards the sword, and I am… grateful—Koutei’s skeleton, destroyed.

It fed the land of Gensokyo with its blood, bone, and marrow.

The harvests for a thousand years shall be of exceptional quality.

I won’t be here to dwell upon that quality, but they will.

One hand rests against the seven-branched sword; the other prepares the broken blade.

… My last stand.

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Youmu’s way of ‘joining’ Mom came about with her sword slitting towards her throat with eyes as hard as steel and honed technique. Her intense expression and movements nearly stripped away from me the details of the ragtag plan we’d thrown together. So focused was Mom on keeping Yuyuko and Yukari separated that the attack came with the voracity of a beast, poised to kill… had it not been for my Sacred Gohei biting the nodachi’s shock steel and deflecting it away. The force sent me reeling into Mom’s arm and the both of us tumbled away.

“Hana…?” Mom whispers, rather aloof, her one arm wrapping tight around me, eyes forward like a predator’s. Feels safe.

“I’m fine.”

Never one to ignore an opportunity, Yukari had slipped away towards Kasen-nee and Yuyuko, with Youmu following to protect her lady—had it not been for expanded worldlines, I wouldn’t have seen fleeting realization blossoming in the phantom’s pinkish eyes, which faded away quickly. Youmu could’ve very much dashed forward and put pressure on us, a more effective maneuver than sticking close like a teddy bear. She knows we know. If Marisa-sensei realized it too, she didn't care, her broom hissing against the ground. “Hana-chan, are you alright?!” She asked with haste, eyes darting frantically between me, Mom getting up, her Hakurei crimson wings stretching and compressing as she prepped herself—where’s her Gohei…?—and the leaning tree. Before words could even leave me, the winds carried whispered words from the woman that, by the next moment, had joined the scuffle with her howling winds that scraped bark from the tall roots and bewildered Yuyuko and Youmu, though did little to stop the ancient Youkai, her graceful movements and ease in handling Danmaku and Kasen-nee’s powers a telltale of the reaches of her authority.

“It must be believable, the battle. Otherwise, she'll know.” Kanako-sama’s whispers reached the three of us, but likely not Kasen-nee, who flailed at her wit’s end. The wound across her chest—so very close to the heart—oozed blood. She’ll understand it in time.

“Let’s go—!” I rally the two, brandishing my Gohei, but Marisa-sensei’s unabashed desperation and passionate words knocked out the wind from my lungs.

“H-Hana-chan, talk to Reimu, please!”

“Marisa…” Mom echoes, voice drowned by the growls of the dying tree.

“NO! DON’T ‘MARISA’ ME!” She hisses. W-What is happening?! Had Mom done something to sensei…? Why is she— “Hana, make your stupid fucking mother see r-reason, please-da-ze!” Her eyes are back to me, puffy with thick tears. Bravery left me like water drained from a hose, a sudden burst of worry and fear hacking up my spine. The world is ending; everything around us is crumbling or overloaded with the frantic sounds of battle. What could have Marisa-sensei’s mind so enslaved that she would put all that mess as background noise and focus on Mom…? A single glance at Mom showed aloof resignation, a curdling hint of shame beyond the Floating features, which was quickly killed as Mom took off towards the battle.

“M-Mom—!”

“—You retard, come back here!” She bites, golden eyes turning to me and softening in the worst way possible: she’s on the brink of hopelessness. I felt small, even if she stared at me from beneath. “Hana, she’s going to fucking kill herself-ze! She can’t stop her p-powers or whatever—she’s dead-set on dying!” Marisa-sensei uttered, rage bathed in fear.

Fear for Mom’s existence, which she’s apparently forfeited.

Mom is dying—c-choosing to die…?

B-But she…

… She just got here! Mother was smothered and tossed away into the cold past where she belongs; Mom crawled out of the pit and came back to me, to Father. Why is s-she…?

Arms around me, protecting me. Holding me tight. Family.

She wants to take it away from me so soon.

N-No. No… I don’t want that…

For the first time in more than a decade, I possess so much to me. Why does she want to take away that warm embrace and kind words from me like this? Don’t I deserve a modicum of happiness for once in my life…?

I do.

I deserve it.

… But I won’t be given it.

So I’ll take it.

The child would’ve begged Marisa-sensei for guidance, for a plan she could follow. My expression hardens, body relaxes to the likeness of a predator before they pounce, and I hear the Ordinary Magician choke. “… Marisa-sensei…” I coo, eyes moving to Mom’s back, her wings unfolded and graciously following her movements as she tangled with Kanako-sama’s winds and Kasen-nee’s destructive power against Yuyuko’s gracious dance and the floral annihilation of her Danmaku, her face hard. “We kill Yukari, and then we save Mom.” Words absolute.

A sniffle echoes, but those golden eyes soon harden too, a dashing, shaky smile taking over her features. “C-Count on your sensei, Hana-chan—her life belongs to us-ze,” a smile that, eventually, steadied with the weight of truth: “… She owes us that much.”

If she’s not willing to give, I'll take it.

We will be a family, yes, and we will be happy.

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With Marisa-sensei calmed and this throbbing heart of mine steeled—warm arms wrapped around, nestling me close to the organ under ribcage, muscle, and sinew. I’ve never possessed as much as I do now. Yukari and Mother took so much away from me—a lot that I’ll never get back—we joined the scuffle in the mud with haste, the clock ticking much closer now, an invisible noose tender to the skin of her throat, compressing the airways and pulling ever uncomfortably on the bone. Sweat beaded, the theatrics stretching me thin and across my frustrations, thunderous and clawing like a mad beast. I wanted to cry, but I rather met the silver-haired swordswoman’s blade in and out from the worldlines, the continuous overlapping between silver and purple making me sick to my stomach; winds howled, lifting the dust from the ground, and the lean swiftly grew from an omen to an avid threat, branches scratching heavens and pulling the night sky like lines drawn across paper, sullying the barrier.

Kasen-nee screamed at Yuyuko and Youmu, questioning them, I take; all I heard was buzzing inside my ears. Stomach churned, knees felt weak, and tears threatened to overflow. So much happening—I never possessed as much as I do now—, so much demand.

My sibling inside Yukari’s belly.

—Someone who could understand me. A child of disgrace—

The tree falling.

—Sekai. She’s my sister—

Mom’s dashing towards her imminent death.

—My mom and my Father—

Father in the line of danger again.

—My family—

I want to puke and to curl up and never look at these problems again, brain constricting and the inherent bloodlust that carried me through the Solstice, instilled there by Remilia Scarlet, vanished into a thin and trembling thing. The last time I met my limit, I froze and crumbled like a statue; Mom had to protect me with her body—she was ready to die, as she is now.

To Marisa-sensei I had spoken so boldly, yet under the expression; the urge to take from fate’s hands what is mine…

Fear.

It feels cyclic, I ponder to myself as everything happening before me blurs into motions and feelings: Youmu fights me and Kasen-nee; the winds cannot reach the laser-focused oni, her snake pupils on an even more focused Yukari; Mom and Kanako keep the facade going—

A pressure unlike any other.

The tree is falling.

Cyclic death; cyclic catastrophe and degradation of my mettle.

Again and again, loss and destruction. Fear that no matter what, when the end comes, I’ll stand alone, and those three words that couldn’t leave my lips will go forever unheeded.

No matter the facade I put on or the words I spell to myself, the fear is there.

… Fear, therefrom when I was just six…

—Worldlines reveal: for the briefest of moments, Yukari’s eyes were on the great falling tree. Scarlet tendrils had shot out from the stump to stabilize it, yet they ripped like elastic bands.

A breath comes to me, grip on the Sacred Wood firm.

… The child would never carry that weight alone. She’d crumble under it.

For the last time in this war.

This fear is mine.

The child lives in the past.

Hana Hakurei surges forward, hammering through the non-Euclidean world and past the purple-haired Youmu. Her red swords stood down. I pounced out of the wordlines right by Kasen-nee, hand on her shoulder in a vice grip. She looked at me.

“Let her,” a simple whisper loaded with a stare that only we shared.

There was no nod, no words. She saw fearless eyes.

She understood it.

The weight of the tree pressed the atmosphere like a boot aimed for an anthill, an unfathomable volume of gleaming wood hanging in the air as it fell apart and tumbled like a drunken beast. Yukari moved aloof yet boomed with purpose, her daughter’s construct spelling doom for Gensokyo—a distraction like any other. Kasen-nee and Mom were pushed away; Youmu’s blade flurried against the Sacred Wood and Marisa-sensei’s desperate star-shaped spells, and Kanako-sama’s winds nothing but a breeze to Yukari Yakumo.

Sakura blooms, and a veil of gold bears down onto her. Cursed blade rises high.

I am ready.

The pink-haired woman smiled sadly. Her lips parted.

“I love you.”

Aishiteru.

A single word echoed.

Yukari Yakumo’s aloof expression shattered.

For but a second, she stared at Yuyuko Saigyouji with disbelief.

And then a few Sakura petals embraced Yukari’s face. One brushed against my cheek as the worldlines split and my body materialized by Yukari’s, the Gohei ready.

The petal felt cold, like holding a corpse’s hand.

It spurred images from that wretched festival: people's eyes melting away.

In that second, Yuyuko had prompted Yukari’s death.

In that second already gone, the Gohei struck, meeting the side of her neck with a vengeance. Not cleaving, but bludgeoning everything in its path like a gavel.

It was silent, the kill.

Yukari's head flew, blood ebbed, and then it dropped to the cold ground with a quiet thud.

I looked into her one eye. She didn't look back.

Yuyuko caught the beheaded body.

She cried.

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>>50277434
>>50277428
>>50277422
two years writing towards it, and it's suddenly in front of you and then past. Damn… it's quite the bizarre feeling
more soon

kill this fanfic already please

>>50277623
No.

>>50277623
Please don't I'm trying to read through it all and no ending would be the biggest blue balls imaginable. Threads like these are the only thing salvageable about /jp/ these days.

>>50278510
I'm still pissed I wasn't fast enough to catch the Mokou bus and the KMS threads

>>50278580
Kek

>>50277623
NO

That's a lot of stuff happening. I wonder how many insults Kasen threw at Yuyuko and Youmu?

Yukari is dead!

I think at the end of this I'm gonna need a proper chart saying who's alive, who's dead, who's where, who's injured, who's dog got killed, who's house blew up, who's dimension blew up, and who's a lifelong enemy of who
there's just too much solstice to keep track, I fell off for a week or two and when I got back I was completely done for

>>50281292
>Yukari is dead!
Dont fall for it.

>>50281314
...yeaaaaaaaaah that's fair

>>50281314
if she comes back again I think we'll be veering into hack writing territory

>>50281304
Anon...
>>50274394
>[pastebin for the finale (for writers, full of spoilers)]
https://pastebin.com/zqS1Krp7

>>50281474
It's not detailed enough. I didn't even realise Koakuma had been injured at some point until I went back to reread some bits.

>>50281321
It's the perfect karmic middle finger to finish a villain obsessed with finding love no matter the cost: a love confession that ultimately kills her, she really should keep her lazy dead ass on the ground .

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>>50281304
>who's dog got killed
no one's! It's quite the miracle~

>>50284977
A bunch of white wolf tengus were assassinated in cold blood by Yachie so she could save her sorry hide.

>>50281474
I ain't reading that. For my sake. BEGONE SPOILERS YOU DO NOT BELONG IN THIS WORLD YET

>>50288222
It's not full of spoilers anymore since it reached end of set 4 speculation with Yukari's death.

>>50288264
Oh.

>>50288264
Yeah I'm pretty sure at this point all that's left is general talks between characters, Kasen taking over, and Sekai being born properly.

>>50288337
Yukari immediately hijacks the Sekai body through reincarnation with her memories intact and the powers of every woman who's ever seen the HSE. She returns straight to the battlefield and flips everyone, flipping Onikirimaru whole and accidentally flipping Reimu into living so that they can fight 5 minutes before Youkai Mountain blows up.

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>>50289729
>Yukari immediately hijacks the Sekai body through reincarnation with her memories intact and the powers of every woman who's ever seen the HSE. She returns straight to the battlefield and flips everyone, flipping Onikirimaru whole and accidentally flipping Reimu into living so that they can fight 5 minutes before Youkai Mountain blows up.

>>50289729
oh fuck

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A wave of nausea, cold dirt and the smell of blood. Air booms through the nostrils and body jolts awake, fed noradrenaline that quickens the pulse and narrows the mind. Sekai? Is she safe—my daughter…? Fleeting blurs of blue and the closing ritual, bright tentacles of magic pulsating in tandem with falling above, the sea yawning to smother us. It hadn’t; Meiling arms had shot up and once more tonight had met great strain, eased little by Remi’s blood magic. Something had hit the tree, the hammer against the nail, seen by how it’d lunged down… Gingerly, one hand placed against the beating heart. A hurried thrum. Not good.

This body of mine, this lethargic blood, isn’t adequate for taxing matters.

… Had either stopped me even once in matters of Sekai?

“You’re awake,” a sudden—familiar—voice says, and sight broadens from the narrow tunnel to my surroundings, and they land on Sakuya, who cradles Remi’s head in her lap. The landscape of the Scarlet Devil Mansion is the second familiar thing, the mansion’s impeccable facade marred by the construction beginnings around the roof, geared towards the Voilé. Remilia had struck through the observatory to get to us, I’d been told by Koakuma… that little devil—is she safe, I wonder? I cast a solemn prayer that she is, yet I linger not. Eyes shift to the mistress and immediately a punch to the heart: her back was… peeled, for lack of a better word. Her wings melted to puddles that drenched Sakuya’s immaculate apron, and the meat and muscles eaten away by the power of her bloodline. Ears buzz: the memory of atmosphere compressing and threatening to pop us from within like party balloons.

She’d fought the natural force that is pressure to keep our bodies together.

A hurry, however, impedes me from giving the vampire my full appreciation. “The girl—where is the girl…?” I look around in a rush, ignoring the cold bite of the night and the horizon missing a monumental aquamarine tree.

The maid moves to speak, but the bundle in her arms is faster, and Remi shuffles her head just a tad—she’s careful with her lower movements, sinew, muscle, and bones steadily stitching back together—so her scarlet eyes are on me, much to the chagrin of Sakuya. “… Hey, slowpoke,” she mumbles. “Your offspring is by the Misty Lake—educate her more appropriately, would you, Patchy? She didn’t even thank me for Blood Springing us to safety~” I absentmindedly pat the dirt. Moist and grimly ferrous, saturated with blood. Perhaps that’s why I lost consciousness. Lesser people would’ve been liquified and joined Remi's eternal fountain.

A beat, then an echo of fear. W-Where is—

“Save the panic. Meiling woke up first and went ahead,” she upholds her light mood, even if I can see the inflating and emptying of her lungs through the gaping wound smeared across her backside. Sakuya makes a noise, and Remi sighs, nodding at her.

The wound goes deeper than what’s visible. She’ll starve again, as per her choice.

Moonlight illuminates a gentle smile and softened eyes as they meet mine. Unfathomable cosmological threads could’ve fashioned only for me the word peace, and I wouldn’t have needed to look upon such creation, for I trust Remilia’s smile would’ve told me it all. “… Go now, Patchouli. They’re waiting for you.” The next moment, Remi and Sakuya are gone with the breeze.

Seen only by the silver witness that is the moon, I stand from the pool of cold blood. Body, despite aches and profound fatigue, works—Sekai's doing?

I gulp a lump of excitement before it could grow strings and propel me forth like a mad puppet and hurriedly cross the courtyard, movements bumpy, skin shivering, eyes on the gates.

One year in that cage, watching a man rot under the thumb of a monster.

Steps pick up. I ignore the rage of the body.

Long months of preparation

Adorned iron gates, I pass through them. The worst is behind.

Ritual of Body, of Mind and of Soul. Those three shall forever remain the three most gruesome undertakings I’ve ever had to experience in my life; I know that for a fact—

—Body stops, a presence in my peripheral view.

Meiling is crouched down, bearing softened eyes and a small smile curving up the sides of her mouth. Both hands hold her chin, her hair flames and her eyes coral reefs beautifully illuminated by pale silver. Words remain unspoken; my eyes follow hers. The Misty Lake stands a mirror to the moon, its shine warding off a great dark. Gensokyo’s skyline was clear; quiet had overtaken the land.

It was as if not a second of war had stirred.

… But it did, and it’s finally over. The strife, the uncertainty. The gambles.

My reward perches by the shore, watching the glistening waters.

“Why are you here and not with her?” I ask Meiling.

She hums. Small. Awed. “And rob you of the sight of her as she drinks of life outside the cage for the first time…?” She gets up, beaming with a meek laugh that soothes into weary joy as her eyes fall on me. “… It wouldn’t be right if you weren’t there too.”

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A blink, eyes scan her battered face. What an odd thing to say, yet so very Meiling. Her coral eyes, often burdened with this unexplainable urge to… behave so vivaciously. The lexicon fails me—or perhaps it’s a faltering mind—, for words cannot describe what burns inside, and though I distinctly remember mineself struck with similar thoughts after my squabble with Sekai’s bedridden vessel over the pages of the Book of Ymir, this time I bury the introspection for a moment not this, where our daughter awaits there. Alive, breathing. Hazelnut hair blows soft to the tune of the wind; she’s hunched, mantled in this big blanket around her. Maybe Sakuya gave it to her? Or…? Ah, when had I begun approaching her? I didn’t even realize I and Meiling were walking.

Thoughts die as she turns, hair swaying, and wine-red eyes on us, a blend of the sourest grape and blood thick and rich. Full of light, looking straight into mine. My legs could’ve broken, and I wouldn’t have noticed; such is the foolish human heart—let me dwindle in such foolishness and embrace it like Meiling does. I’ve talked to a book for far too long. “… Remi has told me you did not thank her for her politeness in saving our lives,” I tell my child. My breathing child—a minute where Meiling stood by my side, and we watched the building of the HSE reduced to ashes. Sekai had died. Sekai giggles, and the sound booms in my heart, and blood rushes.

… It’s indeed over. The birthplace of the School of Mímisbrunnr, a theater of experiences and sights Patchouli Knowledge had never imagined herself taking part in. Tucked away amidst the certainty of the papyrus for an eternity, safe and calm and in a complete stasis.

Sekai’s smiling face in the moonlight is a dot to an i and a cross through a t. “I wanted to feel dirt underneath my feet—it’s moist,” she says. “And drink water—it’s cold—and breathe air—it’s nice.”

The Remnant is long gone, yet I can’t decipher if I had assimilated it into the sea of memories or it had assimilated me. Doesn’t matter, not here and not now. “Man, you’re lucky Sakuya couldn’t be bothered to scold you~” Meiling spoke, closing the distance and ruffling her hair. It looks so very tender. I closed in too, and after Meiling took her hand away, mine, almost hesitantly, patted her head once—twice. Fluffy, warm. Small and rather empty inside. A lot of space reserved for what I can teach. I want to teach my daughter plenty.

Ah… She has nice hair. “C’mon, get in! It’s cold,” she unravels her blanket like a bat’s wings, and just now I see a small purple flower she holds, freshly plucked from the ground and missing one petal. Meiling and I each take a side and sit down. Warmth spreads quickly as we snuggle close to her. The gatekeeper wasted not a moment before enveloping the girl with an arm. Sekai hummed and pressed against her side; she was like an ant resting against a boulder—

—A hand of hers catches mine under the blanket. I squeeze it. Then…

Silence.

For a moment, then another. There’s a lot to be said—matters on her Father, the poor man might not even remember the visage of his daughter during the play-war; those she wishes to grow close to and those she relishes each growing centimeter of distance from; her future and past—and the time to say those things will come. Sekai stares at the purple flower, solemn yet smiling, before letting her eyes wander up to a million stars and the crowning silver jewel; roaming eyes don’t stop, and they shuffle to Youkai Mountain and the lake.

Sekai takes in the world around her with a smile, holding my hand and nestling to Meiling, kept warm inside and shielded from the cold by the blanket that holds us three huddled together.

It’s been a long time since I cherished the outside.

Suddenly, she stretches her free hand towards the Moon, holding the purple flower as if offering it. “… It smelled nice. Cozy,” she whispers. “It tasted awful; I coughed a lot,” she cringes. Huh…? A question formed yet never saw the light of night, for the flower rose with the wind and deformed out of its petals, which bled into the darkness. The outstretched palm became a pointing finger and, starting from the moon, Sekai drew patterns across the sky like an artist on a canvas; certainly so, purple, twisting lights religiously followed her digit. Meiling and I watched as Sekai drew an Aurora Borealis across the night sky. “… It was the first thing I killed here. I’m so sorry.” She whispered, not with sadness or loathing, but with a small plea that did not dampen her smile for a moment. She then lowered her hand and pulled us two closer to her, and the three of us watched the dancing lights.

Snow soon followed, and the horrors of the great war sank under a blanket of white, muffled yet there anyway, in the minds of every living being. Beyond this shore, those people linger.

But for now…

I squeezed her hand; we huddled nicely.

… Gensokyo watched the sky blaze with purple life as the winter solstice came to a close.

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>>50291032
>>50291025
that's it for these three for now~!
Hana next, more soon!

>>50291025
>>50291032
Finally, I was starting to miss my favourite definitely not gay mothers and their child. Glad to see they got the cute reunion with Sekai in person that they deserved!
good timing too since I was starting my version of their epilogue soon

>>50291025
Patchy boobs.

>>50291032
STANDO NAME: AURORA BOREALIS.

>>50291561
>Spoiler
Good on you Anon, I hope you have fun writing your ending.

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>>50293840
I'd go with [ Around the World] because the Stand stands around the Sekai~
>>50291561
>spoiler
nice to hear man, good writing!

>>50295538
>Picrel
Nightmarish sekai

>>50295538
>[ Around the World]
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fdRcfkrisqE
LALALA