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silkandspear replied to your post: My Mokou is 5′8′’ and also, like you know stacked

Too powerful

Considering barely anyone in Gensokyo break 5ft even her height is a power in itself 

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silkandspear replied to your post: “I found a Giant Gold Orb Weaver a little ways...

“If you have the chance, would you tell her she’s welcome to stay with me for the winter?”

“Oh I didn’t mean like...she’d hibernate or actually go away I meant...you know, their life cycles end in mid-fall. I don’t think she’s a youkai but I’ll mention next time I’m out there. I’ll tell the Joro too, since you’re a jorogumo I’m sure you’ll get along with her just fine too.”

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“I know we’ve been on two dates this week, already— but how about another?”

“We can go on as many as you want, Sayaka.”

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silkandspear replied to your post “Infinite Food, then-”

"First of all, I take offense to the idea that I would be stupid enough to openly eat a human in Gensokyo of all places-"

“I want to cover your entire body in kisses.” Mokou contain your gay for like 10 minutes this is serious.

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silkandspear replied to your post “I think I love a spider. Suggestions?”

Just wait til she serenades you with her biwa that she brought with her

There go her pants.

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silkandspear replied to your post: the rare pare life i live Is suffering.

This Is A Good One Tbh

Ye ye ye ye

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silkandspear replied to your post “Hot Water,”

Sayaka averts her eyes, but enters the bath anyways, her hair tied up. "My name is Kimura Sayaka. I think you may have noticed me moving in, if anything- the house that's suspended in the bamboo?"

“Oh, that’s your place is it? Nice nice. Yeah, I live in that little hut that looks more like a shed for firewood. It’s nice to meet you, do you want some sake?” She’s got one of those floating trays and drinking from the small dish. 

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Ozen looked at the trinkets in her hands, a frown on her face as she battled over which to purchase as a gift for Maruruk. What did children prefer these days? How was an ancient White Whistle to know? Nevertheless, she’d promised the boy she’d bring something back for him from the surface. What a bother...Why did she promise him in the first place?

Letting out a sigh, Ozen looked around her, and wondered if she should ask a passerby for guidance. Spotting a woman at the next stall, she approached her, and waited for the stranger to notice her looming shadow blocking the light of the street lamps.

“Pardon me, do you have a moment?”