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[namelesshermit]

I dropped my shit

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For a moment the Hermit’s smile receded, winching her eyes across the table in distaste. 

“Hmm? My oh my~ Awake so soon?” Qing’e replaced her cup, and lent forward across the table. “I suppose we should continue this conversation at a later date...” She sighed and gazed off slightly. “Oh dear, and I was oh so looking forward to hearing the rest of your story.”

She didn’t seem at all concerned with the girl’s confusion. This Hermit was not one for clarity, after all. Staring with intention across the table her smile persisted. 

The Hermit floated around the table and stroked Usami’s bangs from behind, tugging her binds loose. “But that can wait. You look as if you’ve seen a ghost my dear. Surely you must be hungry?”

"Surely that's can't be so!" The Hermit disclaimed aloud as Usami's consciousness swooped her eyes open, "Are you certain that is what happened?" The Hermit sat in leisure opposite the human, leaning back cross-legged in conversation as she swung her tea cup across her shoulder with such a grace as for her age. The girl's limbs were tied to her chair, but upon the table sat naught but cream tea and cake for her to enjoy. The Hermit's question hung in the air momentarily until..

Sumireko found herself waking up in a foreign environment. Vision blurry and double, head pounding, chest tight... Just what could’ve happened for her to wake up in just an awful state? And what was with that voice? It sounded familiar but i--

Wait.That voice.That terrifying, familiar voice. It caused her to go cold.Her vision was finally focusing and returning to normal.It was her.

“!!!”

Once noticing where she was which she actually still didn’t recognize for the record and who she was apparently “conversing” with, the highschooler went into a panic of sorts. Her panic only increasing once realizing that she was bound to the chair she was oh so comfortably sitting in. Her panic-induced struggle caused the legs of the chair to rock back and forth and clack off the ground. She’ll end up falling flat on her face and bashing her face into the table, possibly knocking herself unconscious in the process again at this rate. But she hasn’t even noticed the delicious, mouth watering treats that’re for offer laid out on the table either. Might be for the best. Who knows what could be in them.

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“Ah~ So you appear~” The Hermit spoke with a seductive glee in her smile. “Quite the contrary to what you say it would appear that I am not at all on my own, is that not the case?” As Qing’e spoke her body gusted forward with the wind and glazed around the Maiden. She gripped softly the Maiden’s shoulders from behind and massaged her, peeping around her cheek.

“I thought you would appreciate some company.” She muttered in whisper. “And the autumn days grow long and cold, as does my reception within the mausoleum as of late.”

The sun appeared impartial to the Hermit's company. Perhaps it were the wind chilled between the decision to past upon or affront her ghostly visage. Regardless the Hermit moved, as a human would, up the great Hakurei stairway, and mused solemnly as the spirits repelled not her passage upon the shrine grounds. "Tis not curious, no?" She spoke out onto the lonely winds. "Such that a maiden does not grace their company upon this wandering soul?" The Shrine appeared vacant in the afternoon sun.

“Well this is certainly an…unexpected visit. I never thought I’d see you around here on your own. So…what’s going on?” Uncomfortable shrine maiden is feeling uncomfortable right now.

[namelesshermit]

To succeed in a Bullet Hell is a simple task. It is not necessary, however applicable, to disect it. It is not necessary, however applicable, to have strong co-ordination. And it is no necessary, however applicable, to have above avarage reaction time. To succeed in a Bullet Hell you must exist as nothing with the obstacles as they portray themselves. Your foe, in this light, is not the obstacle, nor the opponent in the matter, but is the temporality of your own being. In adrenaline you panic, and nystagmus only blinds you. However in meditation you move in harmony, and in stillness you see all that which presents itself. In short, you must exist in stillness timeless-ness, in the moment, and exist impartially to your obstacles. Only in this state of silence will you find success in a Bullet Hell.

namelesshermit

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solemn

the hermit remained

undying, unchanging

the churning winds sway her not

gazing in solemn her hazy fog;

seasons pass in stillness

yet ages pass in blood

but the hermit watches

man die

gods wane

flowers blossom

twilight falls

in the end the hermit remains

undying, unchanging

until her vision of stillness ruptures forth

gazing in solemn her scarlet waters

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Without hesitation the Hermit crumpled the glasses in her hand, fractured glass falling to the floor beneath her.

“Yes, in fact, I do~”

“...How strange. You aimed for the half-rims of all things. Usually people would go for the hat.”

What was with this sudden personality change? Why was the magician suddenly acting somewhat serious about this small thing? Were her glasses the source of her childish character perhaps?! Was it the sudden physical contact perhaps? Who knows.

"And are you hinting that these glasses are fake, miss? Are you assuming I’m unable to see now?” 

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“We must burn the house down!” said the voice of the rabbit, and Alice called out as loud as she could “if you do, I’ll set Dinah at you!”

Uh huh. I think I understand this.

[namelesshermit]

I refuse to post memes because I desire my blog and the attention it gets to be genuine and without parody.

If no one posts me things, I don’t care. As long as I have a space to express my muse, I have no desire to beg for attention.

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The morning frost lay bear beneath the yawning sky. The Hermit say in tandem with the mists - her resonance paralleled by three singing bells afront her perch chiming a song of eastern story.

Though her eyes were closed shut, the mist revealed to her all that could not be seen; the desire of the mist blinded all but her blood as it passed between her cells like a divine miasma.

*CRASH*

Her bells sang loud as the Hermit fell forward.

“Yosh-” The Hermit started before her exclamation lashed against her lungs, causing her to choke starkly as the mist ripped through her throat. She rushed like a minx to the river side and drank water to clear her throat, before silence again filled the air.

“I told you not to disturb me during my meditation!” Qing’e spoke toward her not in spite, but forgiveness as she rubbed her Jiang Shi’s hair, taking her into her arms.

Pay attention to your Jiang Shi, or she’ll get restless. 

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The Hermit mused as a Human of all things spoke toward her with such confidence, ascending above her in assertion.

“And what of these spectacles hmm” She clawed her index finger under the girl’s chin and hooked her glasses from her face and dangled them to her side. “You wear these glasses to see, but it seems you do nothing but press your nose against that device all the time.”

namelesshermit has latched onto your cape!!

“What’s with that scarf thing, miss? Is it even a scarf or a piece of clothing at all? Kinda just looks like some messily ripped off cloth to me.”

“No matter what it is, it doesn’t quite look like it’d keep you warm.”

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Koishi was a mistake.

So I hear you like to summon Satan?

“…Satan?”

“SatAN???”

“S̟̲͎͕̟͙̔̄͌̎ͦ̎͑͟A̟̖̮̥̺͉͇ͪ̑͐̇ͧ̕T̼̼̗͉̘̬͌ͥ̌̀̊̽̏͡A̷̭̫̍̔̒̆͗̄͌N͎̩̱̤̘̣͠Š͕̘̏̐S̾A͋ͨ̐ͣ̎ͣͫ҉T̵̥͙͈͙͔ͦ̓̐͆ͥN̝͕̠͕͐A̪͆ͥ̓ͦͯ̈́ͮ͜N̗̥̦͙̝ͬ̋̈̾̚Y͉̯̪̮͐̓̀͆ͬ͂͛͞ͅY̺͖̳Ą͎̻͍͚ͨ̌ͨ̐Y̭͈̥͇̦̏ͪ̋ͩ̂̎̈́A̮̼ͦ̊̇̄͘Y̸̤̮̻͇̙̐͛ͅỲ̵͕͉͇͚̒͛́A̧̬̲̬̱Y̳̪̜̓̿̂̍ͦ̂͛͜A̗̱̗ͪͯ͛̔̀̊̇Y̗̼̭̞̯͚̥ͪͨĂ̰͖̣̣͂ͅY̞͉͈̮̬͕͕̑̓̄̓̒͐̀A͈̔Y̝ͣ͛̏͑ͪ̒̉ͅͅA͒͏̦̹̳̮͇.”

…Don’t talk about Satan. She’ll straight-up try to summon him. Sumireko’ll go into a mega-hyper fit. See what you’ve done already, anonymous? Let this be a lesson to you and everyone else.

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of borders and desire

Beneath the pollenous azure humans bustled among market stalls. Within the miasma the Hermit lurked, seemingly an invisible entity amongst the scourge of mortality.  

 “My my, what is this?”

A shade coloured Human grazed upon Qing’e’s skin like winter’s first gust against a sun-kissed cheek - a Human in the flesh, but a power that tugged Qing’e’s blood.

“Curious...” The Hermit mused as she shadowed the Human. 

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Please forgive warmly for my absence. I’m moving back home to wales and preparing my mind for a long summer of writing. 

[namelesshermit]

11月24日の博麗神社秋季例大祭にて頒布される、メタグロスタイガー様(スペース：か9b)の「アリスと愛」がテーマの新刊にマンガを寄稿させていただきました。よしなに！

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[namelesshermit]

Don’t you think it’s a little strange of a fashion sense though? Going out as a man but dressing as a woman? I mean, I would rather stand out and be noticed for who I am rather than unnoticed as another grain of sand among the beach of normality. 

namelesshermit replied to your post: “you should wear you hair like that in public. nothing’s stopping you.”.

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“It just...” The Hermit started, “It just does...”

The Hermit paused and considered her words as her Jiang Shi stared her with an unusually persistent glare. 

Qing’e sighed.

“There is a way here in gensokyou, Misako, and it is a simple way. Those who are stronger sit higher than those who are weaker...” The Hermit asserted in the simplest she could muster. “It is not that they do not like you, my pet, it is that you are weak, and thus they lack the respect you deserve.”

“Just as you are weak without me I am weaker without you. In time you will gain power. But until then, without me, you are little more but corporeal animation.”

The Hermit sits in silence to let her words be digested, returning to her food.

“But why does it take time, Master? Isn’t Yoshika an ally? Why do Master’s allies not like Yoshika? Did Yoshika do something wrong?” Time to ask all the hard questions! She even paused her meal to turn to Seiga. Poor thing. She probably wouldn’t even remember half of the truth anyway. When your brain rots, your memory tends to rot with it. 

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I'm not immoral, I'm just better than everyone else

Qing’e