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hololive

>> No.42545741
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I like shark

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あくたんかわいい大好き

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今日もかわいい〜

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pekoーら愛してる
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_ZJ8MrEXIio

>> No.42545748
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I love Towa!
Checkout her orisong!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TfOx00AOfKo Raimei
And her cover!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HM_El_RDfLY In The Bathroom
And her LINE stamps!
https://store.line.me/stickershop/product/21770853/

>> No.42545750

Towa...

>> No.42545752
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https://youtu.be/kBfXjNFo3Mo
https://youtu.be/vvGvqbAxp6s
シシロンダイスキー!

>> No.42545753

>>42545740
I wish we could have this thumbnail without the text

>> No.42545754

we love EN here except mori and kronii and the two boyfriend whores

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I love my kirin wife!

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I think that Kanata should have a modest chest.

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Love you Watameeeeeee!

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>>42545740

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https://youtu.be/f-QebLxOdL8
>Kronii's Grandma was Japanese
Huh, so she's legitimately part Japanese.

>> No.42545762

>>42545754
Yeah, Am* and G*ra. Fuck them

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Your oshi is a whore

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Sora Love!

>> No.42545766

>>42545760
cute dork

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んなあああああ

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January superchats
>1. Tokoyami Towa - $59,192
>2. Usada Pekora - $47,540
>3. Hakui Koyori - $46,876
>4. Sakamata Chloe - $40,581
>5. Kazama Iroha - $39,762
>6. Amane Kanata - $38,537
>7. Houshou Marine - $33,874
>8. Oozora Subaru - $29,436
>9. Tsunomaki Watame - $29,043
>10. Nekomata Okayu - $25,912
>11. Himemori Luna - $25,301
>12. Shirogane Noel - $24,663
>13. Shiranui Flare - $23,998
>14. Hoshimachi Suisei - $23,069
>15. Momosuzu Nene - $23,055
>16. Nakiri Ayame - $21,922
>17. Inugami Korone - $21,022
>18. Takanashi Kiara - $20,652
>19. Watson Amelia - $20,237
>20. Ceres Fauna - $20,209
>21. Kaela Kovalskia - $18,701
>22. Sakura Miko - $18,144
>23. Mori Calliope - $17,846
>24. Omaru Polka - $17,025
>25. Natsuiro Matsuri - $16,791
>26. Takane Lui - $16,486
>27. Minato Aqua - $16,223
>28. Ninomae Ina'nis - $15,727
>29. Shirakami Fubuki - $13,916
>30. IRyS - $13,647
>31. Ouro Kronii - $11,948
>32. Nanashi Mumei - $11,277
>33. Tokino Sora - $10,673
>34. Shishiro Botan - $10,514
>35. Yukihana Lamy - $9,511
>36. Hakos Baelz - $8,244
>37. Yozora Mel - $7,684
>38. Ookami Mio - $7,245
>39. Kobo Kanaeru - $5,049
>40. Roboco - $5,043
>41. Vestia Zeta - $5,027
>42. Aki Rosenthal - $4,995
>43. Pavolia Reine - $3,971
>44. Kureiji Ollie - $3,221
>45. Ayunda Risu - $2,935
>46. AZKi - $2,704
>47. Murasaki Shion - $2,441
>48. Yuzuki Choco - $1,996
>49. Moona Hoshinova - $1,689
>50. Akai Haato - $1,605
>51. Anya Melfissa - $1,464
>52. Airani Iofifteen - $1,196
>53. Gawr Gura - $0
>53. Laplus Darknesss - $0

>> No.42545771

>koyori easily loses to chloe in arm wrestling
>supposedly doesn't have a water server like all the other holos because she couldn't lift the water on the server
Easiest holo to rape?

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I fucking love Miko Miko Miko Miko Miko Miko Miko Miko Miko Miko Miko Miko Miko Miko Miko!!!!!

>> No.42545773

>>42545762
Why is the sapcuck like this?

>> No.42545774

>>42545769
Towa is too strong...

>> No.42545779

>>42545761
I bet her grandma was a chink living in Japan who lied about being Japanese

>> No.42545780

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fsnJD6Z6t-8
>Comments are turned off.

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I really, really love my clown wife !!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g-K6PJi7b0o

>> No.42545785

>>42545771
Watame is likely even weaker

>> No.42545787
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we love koyori here

>> No.42545788

I miss Koyori.

>> No.42545789

>>42545769
>>3. Hakui Koyori - $46,876
>>4. Sakamata Chloe - $40,581
>>5. Kazama Iroha - $39,762



>26. Takane Lui - $16,486

Rui....

>> No.42545790

>>42545780
what happened

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>>42545740

>> No.42545795

>>42545789
atmbros.......

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I have been happy every day since I met Mikochi!
https://cover.lnk.to/otomenosusume
https://cover.lnk.to/OurAndYourSong

>> No.42545801

>>42545789
Still made 16k in a month, not too shabby, even if they only get a third of it

>> No.42545802

>>42545769
>>53. Gawr Gura - $0
>>53. Laplus Darknesss - $0
jp and en have a lot in common

>> No.42545804

raita holo when

>> No.42545807

>>42545785
Clearly we need hololive to gather the weakest holos and do a 3D stream to decide who is the weakest. Then bring in a 10 year old to arm wrestle the weakest holo and if the holo loses there's some long term batsu game

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お大事に、ミオ。。。
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=824ZTZ06x1U
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eZWjYWcQ4Xo

>> No.42545812

>>42545769
>Airani Iofifteen - $1,196
all me

>> No.42545813

Watame...

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>> No.42545816

>>42545769
Towa is the face of hololive

>> No.42545817

Any new yabs?

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>> No.42545818

Sex with Mikochi

>> No.42545822

>>42545769
Towa...

>> No.42545824
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>>42545807
Like taking away their yummy yummy potechi?

>> No.42545825

>>42545804
Fuck off, we don't need banana tittyed skeletons

>> No.42545827

I hope Miko will stream tomorrow

>> No.42545828

NOOOO MIOSHA DON'T STREAM GHOST TRICK

>> No.42545831

>>42545828
kek

>> No.42545833
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peko

>> No.42545836

>>42545804
only if it's the shuten raita and not the literally anything else raita

>> No.42545840

AZKi is too erotic

>> No.42545841

>>42545769
Those supa must be mostly from Holo Cup.

>> No.42545844

https://twitter.com/Robin0022662415/status/1620795736421195776

>> No.42545846

>>42545840
truth. too hot to handle.

>> No.42545847

motherfucker i thought azki was streaming

>> No.42545849

>>42545841
No, they're mostly from CR Cup

>> No.42545851

>>42545807
That 10 y.o? Me

>> No.42545852
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>>42545737
I suspect Ojou as well. Sakamata can't move like this

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What’s next for Hololive’s expansion after First Take and various ads?

>> No.42545856

https://twitter.com/missolivie/status/1620752584410816514

>> No.42545858

>>42545856
not big enough

>> No.42545861

>>42545854
What do Towa noodles taste like

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Ponytail Suityan really do wonders to my dick..

>> No.42545864

>>42545849
Oh right I dont watch apex.

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>>42545753

>> No.42545871

>>42545841
>marika host
>cr cup win
>anniversary live
It was a pretty eventful month for the twappers.

>> No.42545873

>>42545861
Like Towa

>> No.42545874

>>42545869
Too big

>> No.42545875

cute hime sneeze

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>>42545869
Thank you

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>>42545869

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>> No.42545881

>>42545741
You will never be tolerated.

>> No.42545884

>>42545824
Force them to do 8 hour zatsudan streams every day

>> No.42545892

Luna so heckin bebi...

>> No.42545893

>>42545769
>1. Tokoyami Towa - $59,192
>2. Usada Pekora - $47,540
>3. Hakui Koyori - $46,876
>4. Sakamata Chloe - $40,581
>5. Kazama Iroha - $39,762
>6. Amane Kanata - $38,537
>7. Houshou Marine - $33,874
>8. Oozora Subaru - $29,436
>9. Tsunomaki Watame - $29,043
>10. Nekomata Okayu - $25,912
>11. Himemori Luna - $25,301
>12. Shirogane Noel - $24,663
>13. Shiranui Flare - $23,998
>14. Hoshimachi Suisei - $23,069
>15. Momosuzu Nene - $23,055
>16. Nakiri Ayame - $21,922
>17. Inugami Korone - $21,022
>18. Sakura Miko - $18,144
>19. Omaru Polka - $17,025
>20. Natsuiro Matsuri - $16,791
>21. Takane Lui - $16,486
>22. Minato Aqua - $16,223
>23. Shirakami Fubuki - $13,916
>24. Tokino Sora - $10,673
>25. Shishiro Botan - $10,514
>26. Yukihana Lamy - $9,511
>27. Yozora Mel - $7,684
>28. Ookami Mio - $7,245
>29. Roboco - $5,043
>30. Aki Rosenthal - $4,995
>31. AZKi - $2,704
>32. Murasaki Shion - $2,441
>33. Yuzuki Choco - $1,996
>34. Akai Haato - $1,605
>35. Laplus Darknesss - $0
Fixed

>> No.42545894

>1 meter
Hime...

>> No.42545895
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*cums on aqua*

>> No.42545899

>>42545771
>water server
Bitch, it's called a water dispenser. Using wasei eigo when there's a perfectly proper phrase in English is the cringiest weebiest thing you can fucking do.

>> No.42545900

so beber...

>> No.42545903

>>42545893
Thank you

>> No.42545905

>>42545899
It's thread culture you retard

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Cover should give her a raise for her works

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>>42545769
Hololive is reclining.

>> No.42545911

>>42545905
Culture you just made up 2 seconds ago? Fuck off and die.

>> No.42545918
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How do you handle the creeping fear of getting older?

>> No.42545920

>>42545910
so aqua really hated coco and rushia

>> No.42545921

>>42545918
By not having it in the first place, why would you fear that?

>> No.42545924

>>42545918
Bury it inside until I forget about it due to bills and work

>> No.42545925
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>>42545918
I try not to think about it as I drift off to sleep and then when I inevitably do I rationalize it that I can't stop it so why bother worrying about it

>> No.42545927

>>42545899
that's not very kakkoii of you anon san

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>>42545771
>supposedly doesn't have a water server like all the other holos because she couldn't lift the water on the server
I don't know what the fuck this is but it ain't English.

>> No.42545936

>>42545918
>Wow my back and neck are starting to hurt more
I just pop some painkillers and ignore the problem.

>> No.42545937

>>42545873
I bet Towa tastes good...

>> No.42545944

>>42545931
It’s a water dispenser

>> No.42545946

>>42545910
Ru...

>> No.42545952

>>42545936
it would be better if you fixed your posture and stretched your back regularly

>> No.42545956

>>42545910
Cover should beg for Michaelcat to come back.

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Nye

>> No.42545960

>>42545944
Do nips use those? Just buy bottled carbonated water. That said, Koyo would probably be too weak to lug a case of water to her apartment.

>> No.42545963

>>42545960
>carbonated water
Fucking disgusting

>> No.42545966
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>>42545918
realize that everybody dies
and that you should live life preparing for a good death

>> No.42545974
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>>42545918
Just distract yourself with video games and anime girl streamers. Existential dread can't creep up on you if you keep your lizard brain entertained all the time.

>> No.42545975

>>42545960
they have bottom fed ones and companies that deliver the water it's not difficult to get

>> No.42545984

>>42545918
with sex

>> No.42545988
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>> No.42545991

>>42545988
yeah I could fap to matsuri I guess

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>> No.42545998

https://litter.catbox.moe/ngelqx.jpg

>> No.42546000

>>42545918
I luckily look extremely young for my age.

>> No.42546002

>>42545998
me on bottom

>> No.42546003

>>42545958
Hey man!

>> No.42546005
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>> No.42546007

>>42546005
This image would be better if she was naked

>> No.42546008

>IRyS streams again after three weeks
>One of the first things she does is make a poll to check how many people are watching her.
I fucking hate numberfags.

>> No.42546010

https://litter.catbox.moe/512daf.jpg
https://litter.catbox.moe/azr7tw.jpg

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>>42545918

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>> No.42546016

>>42546005
I-I can see your pantsu matsuri... *unzips*

>> No.42546018

>>42546010
AZKi is made for sex

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>> No.42546020
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Married woman sex?

>> No.42546021

>>42546019
>belly button hole
I'm stroking matsuri...

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>Polguessr
Why does she look so happy?

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>>42546016

>> No.42546025

>>42546008
>muh EN cull
kys

>> No.42546026
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>> No.42546027

>>42545958
Hey Miko hey

>> No.42546029
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>>42545998
いいね

>> No.42546031

Matsuri should do JOI asmr

>> No.42546033

>>42546024
more onegai...

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>> No.42546035

https://www.youtube.com/lgADdgOUMw4k
We watching right?

>> No.42546036

>>42545918
I can't. I just avoid thinking about it entirely. I feel like I've had many opportunities deprived of me because of external factors.
I also keep masturbating to Shion daily.

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>>42546033

>> No.42546040

hime sugoi

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>> No.42546043

>>42546038
fuck I'm leaking so much for matsuri

>> No.42546046

Dunno what that is but /gADdgOUMw4k/

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>>42546043

>> No.42546065

we love fuhimiko, atahuta and mamerakkkkko here
we hate dikko tho

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>> No.42546071

>>42546065
Only mamerakkkko and only when she draws herself.

>> No.42546072

>>42546069
I'm almost ready to cum matsuri...

>> No.42546075
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>> No.42546078

T

>> No.42546083

>>42546071
This but only when she draws Ui.

>> No.42546086
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>> No.42546092

>>42545918
By working out, the fact that I'm way stronger and more flexible now than when I was in my 20s helps a lot in ignoring all the other issues.

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>> No.42546107

I will never cum to Matsuri

>> No.42546108

>>42546098
thanks anon I blew a huge load for her

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>>42546108
Nice

>> No.42546119
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>> No.42546128

https://youtu.be/utPEH5Y0fnU

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anons surely you know Japanese geography better than Rikotan right?

>> No.42546133

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rth4htqJ1ZQ

>> No.42546139 [DELETED] 

>>42545741
>>42545754
>>42545755
>>42545761
>>42545781
ホロライブじゃない

>> No.42546140

angry hime

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Tsunowaki!

>> No.42546151

Polka's thumbnail is getting me horny...

>> No.42546150

>>42546139
basado

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RQxbJLX2KgU

>> No.42546157

>>42546154
Towa is so dumb..

>> No.42546158

>>42546128
I'm stroking peko-chan...

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>> No.42546160

>>42546154
PEBOT LOVE

>> No.42546162
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>>42546128
>>42546154
Towa's thumbnail is stupid

>> No.42546163

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PJfOe8mrIEw

>> No.42546167
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>> No.42546168

>>42546162
Towa is stupid

>> No.42546170

>>42546162
>Towa ... is stupid

>> No.42546174

>>42546146
cute tummy

>> No.42546176

>>42546154
pebot are also going to play dark and darker sometime soon

too bad no other trio will

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Love Noel
Hate work

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>> No.42546181
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Wtf why am I falling in love with Polka?

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I'm cumming matuli

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>>42546181
Come along anon, don't be shy...

>> No.42546190

>>42546185
I don't think this is SFW...

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>> No.42546197

>>42546185
so fucking hot...

>> No.42546199

Get in here:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=utPEH5Y0fnU

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>>42546178
Hello Liar, dozo
https://files.catbox.moe/qo7rxp.webm
https://files.catbox.moe/v6farv.webm
https://files.catbox.moe/0xqwbc.webm

>> No.42546206

Twa

>> No.42546208

>>42546199
it's in 19hours what the fuck do you mean get in here

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>> No.42546218

>>42546185
Is that a...

>> No.42546220

Where's Towa

>> No.42546229
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>>42546185
Why did I watch it till the end?

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>>42546203
You didn't call me a liar a yesterday so now I am a confirmed truther
>>42535904

>> No.42546234

Matsuri makes me want to throw up

>> No.42546238

>>42546231
I'm not gay but these are kinda hot

>> No.42546240

>>42546154
Is this the most soulful trio?

>> No.42546247
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マヨネーズは、飲み物です。 https://files.catbox.moe/e2focn.mp4

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>>42545911
holy newfaggot

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>>42546232
I actually was looking at that thread at the time but it was kinda shitty and I had a shitty day so I did not participate, therefore you are still a Liar

>> No.42546267

Watame just drain kissed me... Later virgins

>> No.42546268

Watame is draining me with a kiss...

>> No.42546269
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Which Holo is going to play this?
https://store.steampowered.com/app/1184250/Finnish_Army_Simulator/

>> No.42546271

>>42546240
I don't know about that one but it for sure is my favorite one

>> No.42546272

Lamy is an urban legend

>> No.42546273

>>42546229
Fuck I just came to this, hololive is turning me into a footfag

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>>42546261
No

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>>42546272

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>>42546269

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>>42546276
Alright alright, calm down. You can be a truther for one day in this case

>> No.42546287

>>42546154
>2 peko color
>2 towa color
>only one botan color
it isnt fair........

>> No.42546293
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42546293

Get ready for a spanking, resident schizos

>> No.42546296

>>42546293
nyfco...

>> No.42546298

Towa is naked right now

>> No.42546299

>>42546240
Shiraken exists tho

>> No.42546309

>>42546293
thank god I don't like in commie land

>> No.42546320

>>42546240
I dunno about soul but It's definitely the most fun and gets me really excited every time they do anything.

>> No.42546322

Cover WILL sue your ass

>> No.42546326

https://youtu.be/jTxVoKmgTCA
Miosha...
her pubes were probably on display for Subaru and Miko to see

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oyasumi hime

>> No.42546335
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>>42546273
It's just good art

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>>42546293
>Death thread
TOWA I AM COMING

>> No.42546339
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>>42546326
Is Mio an exhibitionist...

>> No.42546344

*drinks oga juice*
HOMOCHADS

>> No.42546347

>>42546339
yes
this is why Taiga was right about everything

>> No.42546350

>>42546293
RAPEBROS WE SAFE
>RAPEBROS WE SAFE
RAPEBROS WE SAFE
>RAPEBROS WE SAFE
RAPEBROS WE SAFE

>> No.42546352

>>42546293
I can't believe I'll be getting sued for calling Towa pure...

>> No.42546353

dont watch iroha

>> No.42546355

>>42546293
>146 cases
>can only provide a handful of examples of people actually getting punished
That means 99% of them result in the court rejecting the disclosure request

>> No.42546361

so, I heard that Cover will sue you if you Towa post now. is that true?

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>>42546350
There is only one target for rape

>> No.42546366

>>42546293
>mfw someone says towa got caught lying with a man inside her room
>they cant do anything

>> No.42546372

>>42546355
yup
Like you just need a lawyer

>> No.42546373

Miko I miss you...

>> No.42546378
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いっしょに寝ちゃお~?

>> No.42546383

open Polka stream
>Bridal costume
close Omarun stream

>> No.42546384

>>42546350
rape is worse than killing someone though

>> No.42546394
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Eternal
Status two

>> No.42546396

>>42546384
Women love being raped
Its like COMMON knowledge
They might put up an act how stressful it was but if you got the looks they won't even charge

>> No.42546398

>open Luna stream
>press dislike
>close Luna stream before i get counted as a viewer

>> No.42546405

>>42546365
Ui is for lovey-dovey sex (with hypnosis)

>> No.42546404

I will never forgive towa

>> No.42546408

>>42546293
this is just a waste of lawyer fees unless the accused can pay the fine in which case never
glowie scare tactics and a total waste of time for the company

>> No.42546410
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42546410

Eternal
Status quo

>> No.42546409

*CHOKES SUISEX*
*SUIPISS*

>> No.42546413

Miko please stream...

>> No.42546414
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>>42546335
Yeah Casino's art is just so good. Bought 2 of his artbooks when I went to melonbooks

>> No.42546418

>>42546378
Sure but no funny business tonight Okayu...

>> No.42546421

>>42546384
bigot

>> No.42546426

>>42546293
Just don't hire whores rumao

>> No.42546427

>>42546414
I like his artstyle but I think feet are ugly so it ruins his pics for me

>> No.42546430

has yagoo learned his lesson to not hire zoomers

>> No.42546432
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42546432

Eternal
Status quo

>> No.42546433

>>42546427
Yea his feet are a bit weird but I'm not a footfag so it doesn't bother me

>> No.42546434

>>42546383
Why would you lie to me

>> No.42546436

Kidnapping is ok?

>> No.42546443

Towa SUCKS at apex

>> No.42546445
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Why is it so hard to run a vtubber agency without yabs. Is tard wrangling humans so difficult?

>> No.42546450

>>42546445
why do you think theres HR

>> No.42546452

>>42546445
Because they are a relatively large group of people that broadcast themselves live on the internet. Yabs is inevitable, someone always slips up eventually.

>> No.42546454

>>42546443
Twi...

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>> No.42546463

>>42546458
Me on the right.

>> No.42546464

The Beatles holo when?

>> No.42546469
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>>42546464
The Beetles?!

>> No.42546471

What's the yab this time?

>> No.42546473

>>42546464
towa is like john lennon since she also loves sucking cock and beating her gook wife

>> No.42546474
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>>42546458

>> No.42546481
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>>42546432

>> No.42546494

>>42546434
but I wasn't
she was just talking about some bridal costume shop

>> No.42546500

Who's the best lawyer of Hololive?

>> No.42546509

>>42546500
There are no lawyers in hololive

>> No.42546510

>>42546474
Towanti...

>> No.42546513
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Good night Poruporu

>> No.42546516

>>42546513
What does this facial expression mean...

>> No.42546517
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I wanna kiss Polka on the lips!

>> No.42546524
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otsuporu danyan

>> No.42546532

>>42546355
that small amount of cases means they go after the people spreading misinformation and slander instead of the ones just reposting them

>> No.42546533

>>42546516
https://litter.catbox.moe/61cu0n.jpg

>> No.42546534
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>>42546432
>>42546481
Cope more with your dead ship pkmktards

>> No.42546535

>>42546516
It means Kakage is a thirsty motherfucker

>> No.42546536

>>42546339
more like she's inviting me to make tender love with her

>> No.42546543

Iroha is very cute. She just needs to be less fake

>> No.42546547

>>42546326
>"I thought she was wearing panties at first"
>"it turned out she wasn't"
jesas imagine the thickness of that bush

>> No.42546552

>>42546469
no Nenechi, I'm talking about 4 Japanese hags larping as 4 British blokes. kinda like gamers but instead of playing games, they're mainly song based. they would play their own instruments and write/compose their own songs.

>> No.42546556

>>42546534
That's not PekoMiko retard

>> No.42546562

>>42546552
And then out of nowhere someone that sings even worse than Noel or Choco joins as the fifth, and the entire gen crumbles

>> No.42546564

>>42546293
Why Cover can't be acted like this before Aloe happened? She could have been saved but no they let the schizos run rampant and make her mentally ill with all they treating and what Cover did? Told her to stream or GTFO, instead of waiting just because she was bad mentally.

>> No.42546567

Miko will play Hogwarts Legacy tomorrow

>> No.42546568

>>42546408
>it's scared

>> No.42546574

God I want a Kanata wife just doing thing naked around me so much

>> No.42546578

>>42546562
that whore yoko ono can burn in hell, just like azusa. the band was perfect when there were only 4 people. but people love drama so it will be good for their numbers

>> No.42546581

Otsunui!

>> No.42546584

>>42546534
Blindchama...

>> No.42546587

https://twitter.com/kenshinnn/status/1551038511427784704

Thoughts?

>> No.42546590
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>>42546543
she just needs to collab more and get over her senpai autism

>> No.42546592

I'm lonely without Mikochi...

>> No.42546603

>>42546590
She collabs with AZKi just fine, she can just keep doing that...

>> No.42546602

I thought it was only Marine that ruined collabs by constantly screaming, but since she stopped showing up as much I've realized that Subaru is just as bad, if not even worse.

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>> No.42546612

>>42546603
gozaru has gotten better at it but it's still there at times when she's scared to approach a senpai and ask for a collab.

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>> No.42546614

>>42545769
now show me the gifted membership list

>> No.42546616

>>42546613
Miko's just like me...

>> No.42546617

>>42546564
>instead of waiting just because she was bad mentally
Aloe was Lap on steroids and a ticking bomb with her family situation regardless of schizos or not. Sooner or later she would explode.

>> No.42546618

Honest opinions on hololive talent Tokoyami Towa?

>> No.42546620

>>42546547
I need more lewd art of Mio showing off her body

>> No.42546621
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>> No.42546626

>>42546552
>kinda like gamers but instead of playing games, they're mainly song based. they would play their own instruments and write/compose their own songs.
So not really like Gamers then.

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>> No.42546628

>>42546610
Go on

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>>42546626
correct. I just want an excuse to have more cute hags that can sing

>> No.42546636

>>42546543
i found myself watching her more often after she dropped her stupid kaigai greetings

>> No.42546640

>>42546636
That seems like a really autistic reason since its like 5s of her opening

>> No.42546642

>>42546533
I'm gonna cum poruporu...

>> No.42546647

reply if u think towa is a real woman

>> No.42546648

>>42546617
lapuchan is a good girl though. she never wanted harass any members like both green whores.

>> No.42546650

>>42546632
Yeah. But I'm making a joke about how Gamers doesn't exactly game, per se.
So Holo Beetles would be a bunch of cute hags who don't sing much.
Or worse >>42546562

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努力 未来 A BEAUTIFUL STAR
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c5czz3xhwTw

>> No.42546656

>>42546647
That's libel

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>>42546647
towa is a cute girly woman

>> No.42546659

>>42546647
nice try Cover, I'm not trying to get arrested because I said something about Towa

>> No.42546662

>>42546648
Laplus didn't care about the consequences of her actions and how they affected the people around her. While not outright malicious, indifference is sometimes just as bad.

>> No.42546665

https://youtu.be/MHyCbM7LL7k
https://youtu.be/2_lMdmRFkyY
do your reps with omar

>> No.42546666

>>42546564
>Told her to stream or GTFO
but that's literally the opposite of what happened

>> No.42546667

>>42546665
I'm ngmi sorry poru

>> No.42546669

I don't understand why all holos don't get along...

>> No.42546670

>>42546647
TWNBAW

>> No.42546674

>>42546662
what actions? she did nothing, schizo. she is just taking a break because psychos going after her just because they are envy of her, because she has a dream job and they dont. most people criticizing her are some crazy women who prob failed hololive audition.

>> No.42546675

>>42546662
I can't believe she doesn't understand how scummy it was to have an active roommate during her debut weeks

>> No.42546676

Thoughts on sidebranch enablers?

>> No.42546680
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>>42546669
It's because of towa

>> No.42546684
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42546684

Black Lagoon's mangaka bought Suisei's new album
https://twitter.com/hiroerei/status/1620824285899292673

>> No.42546688

>>42546684
>EOP training wheels in the screencap
roru

>> No.42546694

>>42546688
For the 25dekinai friends

>> No.42546697

>>42546676
>sidebranch enablers
Is this the new buzzword?

>> No.42546700

>>42546697
At least he's trying new words now

>> No.42546701

>gets called out
>proceeds to backpedal
roru

>> No.42546709
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42546709

no

>> No.42546710
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42546710

:^)

>> No.42546712

>>42546676
https://files.catbox.moe/o5yqr6.jpg

>> No.42546714
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>>42546662
>Laplus didn't care about the consequences of her actions and how they affected the people around her
Oh no, not the poor schizo fee fees. Think of the poor schizos and their brains.

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>>42546710

>> No.42546723
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42546723

(*^▽^*)

>> No.42546730
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42546730

>> No.42546731

>>42546723
>>42546710
I need her doing this nude now

>> No.42546733
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42546733

ETERNAL
CANON
STATUS QUO

>> No.42546736
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42546736

I picked my nose and it started bleeding ??

>> No.42546740
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42546740

>>42546733
>chest just disappears
>never mentioned again

>> No.42546741

>>42546674
- Using hololive fame (built on her senpai's shoulders) to immediately funnel people to her roommate within days of debuting
- Sneaking into the RUST server discord without management permission while multiple other holos were trying to get access through proper channels. Her getting "caught" pretty much killed any chance of any of the other holos who wanted to play actually getting permission.
- Explicitly lying multiple times about interacting with males, then getting caught lying. This is just a bad look for hololive in general, their whole brand is built on idol culture, if a member is caught just blatantly lying then it calls into question everyone else too. Towa made a similar mistake, but actually learned from it instead of just continuing to make the same mistake over and over again like Laplus.
- Prioritizing her roommate over hololive activities, ghosting her genmates, etc.

>> No.42546745
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>> No.42546746
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42546746

I can't believe our great singer maiden Suisei is beating that dumb whore Suisei

>> No.42546747
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ORA!!!!!!!!!

>> No.42546750

>Suisei video never got to the 10m
Name a bigger failure.

>> No.42546751

>>42546740
if only the janitors didn't get mad at wamy...

>> No.42546752
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>> No.42546753

>>42546745
lustingbros.....

>> No.42546755

>>42546741
>to immediately funnel people to her roommate within days of debuting
You guys keep saying this but that literally never happened.

>> No.42546758

>>42546736
Well don't do it again

>> No.42546759

>>42546746
Why is there a black japanese girl there?

>> No.42546763

>>42546755
>im just going to use my roommate account after debuting teehee

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>> No.42546768
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>> No.42546774
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>>42546758
But it'll not be clean anymore

>> No.42546782

>>42546774
It's not clean as it is go get some tissue

>> No.42546786

>>42546763
Tons of holos still have an active roommate. No one shits on Roboco, Noel or Choco for it.

>> No.42546787
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>> No.42546790

>>42546763
You might look up at the definition of funnel. If she didn't mention it on stream then it's just schizo babble.

>> No.42546791
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>>42546747
Nice moves

>> No.42546799
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>>42546745
I'M GONNA RAPE AKI

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>>42546786
>No one shits on Noel for it.
Were you not here for when she had the dildo out

>> No.42546801

>>42546786
>no one shits on noel, choco or roboco
maybe if youre a filtering faggot

>> No.42546803

>>42546790
She was literally caught "doxxing" herself on 5ch

>> No.42546805

https://twitter.com/minatoaqua/status/1620757608855666689

>> No.42546808
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42546808

Suisharts are getting uppity

>> No.42546814

>>42546805
slowpoke

>> No.42546816

>>42546808
Does she have a fever or something

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>> No.42546823

>>42546768
おめでとう

>> No.42546824

>>42546803
No, she was caught samefagging as someone who's praising Lap. Do you get your narratives from /vt/, because it sounds that you do.

>> No.42546831

Thing everyone does: picking nose

>> No.42546833

>>42546831
*picking on Nose

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>>42546799
https://files.catbox.moe/c8olnz.jpg

>> No.42546839

>>42546768
Damn congratz

>> No.42546840

What are your suicide plans when you get sued by Cover?

>> No.42546841

>>42546824
Sure
https://litter.catbox.moe/m1atdg.jpg

>> No.42546842

nkokfags were literally insufferable months ago. Literal kenzocuck roommate posters 2.0

>> No.42546845

I wouldn't mind more side branch if they were like kaela desu. Kaela is the perfect holo -- she streams a lot and doesn't collab with males. When a homostar came to her channel to leach she blocked him. she is the most based side branch holo. I wish she would learn japanese and join the main branch, she doesn't belong with the rest of those mutt whores in her branch,

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42546848

only dirt stink seaniggers pick their nose like the disgusting monkeys theyre

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>>42546833

>> No.42546850
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42546850

Pek..

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>>42546837

>> No.42546857

>>42546849
Nose...

>> No.42546863

I have Lamy by my side

>> No.42546866

>>42546848
How do you clear your nose then?

>> No.42546870

>>42546787
I want to thrust into Miosha...

>> No.42546871

>>42546848
ru...

>> No.42546873

>>42546845
also what I like about kaela is she reads super chat on the spot so you know you're getting your money's worth.

>> No.42546875

>>42546866
I stuff the garden hose in my nostil and flush it out

>> No.42546879
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42546879

>>42546863
Lamy wouldn't fit by your side (on your gaming chair), she has gained some more weight. You are going to need to buy another chair or have her sit on your lap, if you can handle that

>> No.42546881

has anyone made deep fake porn of the holo's yet?

>> No.42546882

>>42546866
I sneeze on her face.

>> No.42546890
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>>42546866
you use cotton swab like an actual human being

>> No.42546891

>>42546848
Sometimes it's necessary to dislodge clumps

>> No.42546893

>Engaging with the lapschizo
About as fruitful as engaging with the marineschizo. When will you niggers learn?
>"But I want to defend my oshi's honor"
Literally nobody takes schizobabble seriously, even if you let them run rampant it isn't going to damage anyone's honor.

>> No.42546896

https://litter.catbox.moe/p6lojl.jpg

>> No.42546899

>>42546841
You just linked me how she was samefagging and concerfagging like I said, why is point of your post again. Don't ask that, that's rhetorical question.

>> No.42546900

>>42546866
Launch it out like a deadly weapon

>> No.42546902

>>42546890
>wasting money instead using your fingers which are free to use
roru

>> No.42546906

>>42546899
Literally half of the posts there are talking about her roommate

>> No.42546909

>Suddenly nose discussion
Are you people really bored?

>> No.42546910

>>42546881
not enough face data

>> No.42546914
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42546914

This is the BEST stream of 2022!!!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H_L0kQIjOVk

>> No.42546917

>>42546909
Nose...

>> No.42546918
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42546918

I miss lappy so much

>> No.42546921

>>42546848
Do you think kanata would lick my nose clean for me? I'm not sea.

>> No.42546926

Kanata cant sing

>> No.42546929

>>42546909
Nah I'm watching my schizo daughter

>> No.42546936

>>42546906
As anonymous on 5ch. See >>42546790 again.
>>42546790

>> No.42546937

別世界, now that's a great song

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>> No.42546941

>>42546918
she'll do a 1 hour max holox minecraft collab because le motion sickness and fuckoff to her roommate acc and play valorant for 10 hrs

>> No.42546944

>>42546936
Alright, how about the time she pulled a Canan and "accidentally" brought up the wrong overlay on stream?

>> No.42546945
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42546945

twashberry

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42546946

>>42546800
Noel is great because she somehow manages to be both incredibly cute and can make you nut. It's the best of both worlds.

>> No.42546948

hey doc, it's getting worse. I now get hard just listening to Mio's voice. what should I do?

>> No.42546951

I've been spinning a fidget spinner and going NAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA for the entire spin time

>> No.42546952

>>42546910
nene and towa have shown their whole faces. so has kson and mori and kiara. I don't know how the tech works but I think that should be enough data, what more can it need?

>> No.42546954

>>42546902
enjoy putting millions of outside bacterias direct into your body

>> No.42546956

>>42546948
look at her roommate to clear your mind

>> No.42546962
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42546962

Suityan did nothing wrong

>> No.42546964

>>42546956
fuck, now it's even stiffer

>> No.42546965

>>42546951
Cringe. You're fat and ugly

>> No.42546966

>>42546946
I can't with the other stuff I just like danchou for the game streams

>> No.42546967

>>42546946
im so low testosterone that I don't even have the energy to get my dick up and jerk it to this. fuck my life

>> No.42546969
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42546969

https://litter.catbox.moe/ja0673.jpg

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42546971

Friend's boobs are decreasing in size because you stopped massaging them...

>> No.42546973

I need more lewd holo ASMR

>> No.42546974

>>42546965
Yes
>>42546967
Me too

>> No.42546979

>>42546971
Good

>> No.42546980

>>42546944
Might as well start to shit on any Holo with overlay accident. Anyway, this conversation goes nowhere because it's obvious you just want to shit on Lap regardless of what I say so I'm ending it.

https://litter.catbox.moe/ojubf9.webm

>> No.42546981
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42546981

You now remember Towa visiting Kenzoku discord and talking with fans.

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>>42546866

>> No.42546987

>>42546980
the schizo's point is that laplus has done nothing before trying to grow her roommate

>> No.42546988
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>>42546969
Thighs too skinny

>> No.42546994

>>42546759
https://jpop.fandom.com/wiki/Kamala_Miyu_Aida

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>>42546967
Do your best anon!

>> No.42547005

これ記念グッズ “ 販売

1. Suisei 4th Anniversary & BD 2022 = $1,876,485

= 287,894,976 \

2. Pekora Birthday Celebration 2022 = $1,488,758

= 219,914,121 \

3. Miko Birthday Celebration 2022 $1,218,937

= 180,057,107 \

4. Marine Birthday Celebration 2022 $1,115,988.00

= 164,873,934 \

>> No.42547007
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>>42546981
But Towa doesn't know how to talk

>> No.42547012
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>lol schedule too full no funny 3D streams for you :)
I hate this so much

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>>42546981
That and /hlg/ sings are the most cringe inducing things I've had to suffer through here

>> No.42547013

https://litter.catbox.moe/jj85ct.jpg

>> No.42547016

Jun + Peko = sex

>> No.42547019

>>42547013
ペロペロペロペロ

>> No.42547023

>>42546946
purer than EN

>> No.42547024 [DELETED] 

>>42546994
race mixing was a mistake

>> No.42547025

>>42546998
>Those spots
Gross. This is why 2D is superior

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>> No.42547028
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42547028

for me it's mumei

>> No.42547031

>>42546998
Barf

>> No.42547032

>>42546952
like i said not enough if you want really good deepfakes. Kson probably has some already

>> No.42547034

>>42547012
>>42547027
Marine can suck her own futa cock...

>> No.42547035

>>42546998
HOLY SHIT. I wish I could jerk off to this but I literaly can't like you don't understand dude what its like to be low tesosterone. its like in my brain, in my mind, I want to jerk off to this but my body won't comply. I barely have any blood flowing to my dick, no matter how many times I try to get hard it only gets semi-hard at best. and I'm circumsized by da jewmerica doctors so my dick barely has any feeling. even if I do manage to somehow cum it feels lifeless, barely feel anything and it doesn't feel worth it because the cumming is so weak without any pleasure, I wouldn't even call it an orgasm because its so pathetic. I need to get on testosterone treatement because this shit feels horrible, might as well die with my testosterone so low. imagine seeing a hot bitch like this and you can't even get hard and jerk off to it. worst feeling ever

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>> No.42547040

>>42547035
Are you sure it's testosterone?

>> No.42547045

>>42547035
Maybe you are just depressed? Or did you actually go to a doctor?

>> No.42547052

>>42546998
I would eat her ass like a cupcake

>> No.42547053

>>42547036
the other version is better

>> No.42547054

>>42547036
Slut

>> No.42547055

apparently sucking your own dick feels more like sucking a dick than your dick being sucked

>> No.42547056
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https://files.catbox.moe/livrms.webm
Never forget that Pekora is extremely racist

>> No.42547060

>>42546946
damn look at those sweaty pits I want to cum on them

>> No.42547062

>>42547056
Eh, that is a very gorilla headshape

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>> No.42547078
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42547078

Twappie is a big girl

>> No.42547079

>>42547077
I'm gonna cum kiwawa...

>> No.42547081
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42547081

I miss summer...

>> No.42547082
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42547082

https://files.catbox.moe/07k1bh.mp4
According to Marine this was the time Pekora was the cutest/most rapeable.

>> No.42547084

>>42547078
Why did she steal Lamy's breasts?

>> No.42547088

I miss Haachama's lewd asmr

>> No.42547091
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>>42547084
Lamy wasn't using them so Twappie just borrowed them for a while

>> No.42547092

>>42547024
Why was this deleted?

>> No.42547099

>>42547045
>trusting doctors
the same doctors that cut my dick up when I was a baby and gave me these problems in the first place. I don't trust no fucking dick snipping doctors, and all doctors in this shit hole country snip baby cocks

>> No.42547102

>>42547099
Do you think testosterone is made in the foreskin?

>> No.42547104

>>42547102
>he doesn't know

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boko boko nanoraaa

>> No.42547108
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>> No.42547109

3rd worlders here are so funny. It's like watching a zoo.

>> No.42547111

>I will never have a cute Japanese chubby gamer cat gf like Okayu
Why is life so cruel?

>> No.42547114

>>42547099
Did you self-diagnose then?

>> No.42547115

>>42547099
Circumcision is evil but writing off all medicine is retarded

>> No.42547117

>>42547111
Have you worked hard and tried to get one?
Of course you lose the battle if you never participate

>> No.42547120

>>42547117
I am not Japanese

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>>42547111

>> No.42547125
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>>42547106
dame hime

>> No.42547129

>>42547120
So? Plenty of interracial couples in the world.

>> No.42547130

>>42547120
I had a chubby weeb half white half vietnamese gf in highschool and it was pretty great. Gotta cast your net wider if there are no Japanese women around.

>> No.42547131

Is it true that Botan got woke?

>> No.42547138

>>42547131
Well she didn't go broke

>> No.42547141
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>> No.42547142

>>42547129
>>42547130
You are right I should try harder

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>>42547131
No, she is lazy and sleeps all day. She is not woke right now

>> No.42547149
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>>42547147

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>>42547147
extremely cute lion

>> No.42547164
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JAV whore

>> No.42547165

https://youtu.be/JL3U-kI2TNE
>they lined up to say hi
sugee nippon

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>> No.42547173

>>42547164
*Pekora

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>> No.42547178

>>42547146
Why is she looking at me like that

>> No.42547181

>>42547169
Oh, gozalu's snot problem looks fixed now

>> No.42547183
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>holos have to pay for their own original songs
>the songs are then owned by Cover and the holo gets 0 royalties from it
wtf

>> No.42547186

>39:15
>40:16

>> No.42547188

>>42547177
This is Gaou-papa ultimate goal.

>> No.42547189

>>42547183
>0 royalties
dumbass

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We lost.

>> No.42547193

>>42547183
EOP...

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>>42547194

>> No.42547198

>>42547169
I hate how well it works

>> No.42547199

>>42547183
standard practice for music industry just look at people like Taylor Swift

>> No.42547203

remember when plusmates were making of miko for taking a 3 months break?
lol

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>>42547196

>> No.42547205

pokobe owes me sex while bibi watches

>> No.42547208

>>42547194
Hates it
>>42547196
Loves it
>>42547204
Doesn't even realize it's happening

>> No.42547212
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oero fubuki

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>>42547208

>> No.42547217

>>42547215
cute festival

>> No.42547218

>>42547203
are those plusmates in the room with is right now?

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>>42547196
Precious

>> No.42547221

>>42547218
yeah me

>> No.42547224

>>42547204
Should be on her neck

>> No.42547225

I wonder what happened to the Lapfag that kept shitting on the other HoloX members for not doing as well as Laplus

>> No.42547226

>>42547219
the outfit stays on during sex

>> No.42547228

>>42547194
>>42547196
>>42547204
>>42547215
These girls sure are cute

>> No.42547230

where is the sex?

>> No.42547231
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>>42547226
No, unless you are talking about Mukirose and bunny outfit

>> No.42547232

>>42547230
In your parents' bedroom

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>>42547204

>> No.42547236
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Check Nene's member post

>> No.42547237

>>42547233
Gross ratty tail

>> No.42547239

>>42547213
too big

>> No.42547240

>he believes sex is real

>> No.42547241

>>42547231
that is what I'm talking about yes. I want to worship mikorose and provide service.

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>>42547241
>mikorose
Hmm???

>> No.42547248

>>42547240
I had sex with Towa

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>> No.42547252

>>42546980
Some of the things that anon said are wrong, but she hasn't been honest with her fans and that's undeniable.

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New member wallpaper just dropped

>> No.42547256

>>42547191
they're only talking about japanese sites. the laws don't apply to 4chan since its hosted in the usa. And people here post internationally so they can't do shit about it, at best the lawyers they hired are only trained in japanese law, not the laws of each of the countries that wherever shit posters here live in (most definitely SEA). Their best bet to wipe out most of the shitposters is to hire a lawyer from SEA since thats where most of them come from, but they can't afford to do that from all the other countries that people talk shit about them are from.

>> No.42547259

https://twitter.com/Chihiro_yuki23/status/1620694538645041152
Can I get sued if I tell Towa she's shit at apex?

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>> No.42547262

>>42547255
why would anyone pay for this garbage

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>>42547236
Nene...

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>> No.42547268

>>42547262
I paid for it. It looks good. I'm using it right now!

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>>42547260
Miosha...

>> No.42547271

>>42547256
They can twist hiroyuki's arm to force better moderation

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>> No.42547273

Haachama is a whore

>> No.42547275

>>42547262
>shepkeks
its self responded

>> No.42547276

>>42547213
the naughtiest thing you can do to choco is do nothing lewd at all

>> No.42547281

>>42547275
Nice English, pablo

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>> No.42547283

>>42547262
It's cute, whats the problem?

>> No.42547285

https://twitter.com/Gin_ChanCH/status/1450904314059182081
Kek

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How come Okayu's character doesn't look like her at all?

>> No.42547289

>>42547269
don't expose my wife Mio like that. I was working that day so I couldn't take her picture

>> No.42547291

why is he spamming images on cooldown now

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>> No.42547293
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Stop grabbing holos

>> No.42547294

>>42547272
haachama.. the mineclaft..

>> No.42547295

>>42547271
They can't, Hiro is in France because of the data selling shit.

>> No.42547296

>>42547292
Leech

>> No.42547297

>>42547191
good luck finding me in south america

>> No.42547298

>>42547191
I just want to stab Noel repeatedly...

>> No.42547299

>>42547292
Twion...

>> No.42547300

>>42547295
He was in Okinawa the other day.

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>> No.42547302

>>42547259
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rkCJKuRj9uQ
Towa respects Chihiro, she'll definitely be following suit

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>>42547289
Anon, she is your mother...

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>>42546650
Korone and Okayu are pretty big gamers though.
Mio is the odd one out.

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Why are you seething :)

>> No.42547309

>>42547305
if that's my mom, then call me Oedipus

>> No.42547311

>>42547246
>that cameltoe
IM LUSTING AAAAAHHHHH

>> No.42547312

I wish there was an easy way to search for these holding holo's faces images, I don't have many of them

>> No.42547313 [DELETED] 

>>42547308
no one cares shart

>> No.42547316

cared enough to reply

>> No.42547317
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>> No.42547319

AHHH, I WANT TO LUST MIOSHA

>> No.42547320
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>>42547311
Enough already!

>> No.42547323

>>42547308
my cute alien wife loves her oneesan

>> No.42547327

>>42547308
Collab with 2 shart failures. So what

>> No.42547328

>>42547320
this would be worth it so I can peek up her skirt as she beats me

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>>42547328
STOP LUSTING

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>> No.42547336

>>42547236
ollie needs to fucking graduate

>> No.42547337

>>42547308
both of them desire jap cock with passion

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Fucking fireworks, man...

>> No.42547349

>>42547329
imagine the smell of akis mint green pantsu...

>> No.42547353

>>42547236
stop posting ominous shit and post the member post here

>> No.42547352

Marriage with your least favorite holo?

>> No.42547354

is merumeru the dumbest holo

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>>42547349
You are not even allowed to imagine that

>> No.42547362

Why are you lusting when Okayu is being cute?

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>>42547354
Well she clearly isn't the smartest.

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>>42547354
The opposite, Meru is the smartest genias banpire

>> No.42547369

smart people shave their pubes

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Pink watame.

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>>42547363
>>42547367
that's why she's one of the cutest

>> No.42547377

>>42547360
I'm gonna lust prematurely aki...

>> No.42547381

webm anon are you watching Okayu?

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>>42547377
Then Aki will run at 88 miles per hour to travel back in time before you started lusting to stop you

>> No.42547385

>>42547369
smart in what? smart for wasting money on innumerous razors when pubic hair cant grown more past a certain limit?

>> No.42547386

>>42547383
too late I already lusted to completion specifically to her mint green pantsu

>> No.42547388

Man, the writing in forspoken sure is trash

>> No.42547390

>>42547385
this guy gets it smart people go for laser removal

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>>42547381
I have the stream opened but I don't understand that game so it's just muted in background. Do you have a request? Just give me a timestamp

>> No.42547393

>It's past 4am
>Okayu is still streaming
What the fuck?

>> No.42547395

My wife, Nekomata Okayu, sure likes farming games. I see why she's been hesitant to play them around us.

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>>42547386
Prepare to be punished then

>> No.42547398

>>42547392
I will do it myself but she imitated Haachama's cooking BGM just now and it was really cute

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>> No.42547400

>>42547388
Your life is trash

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You wouldn't trust an elf.

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>>42547399

>> No.42547411

>>42547398
Is there a way to check current stream duration time? It just says the stream started 6 hours ago

>> No.42547413

*stinks up the thread*

>> No.42547414

>>42547399
she's so cute I'm glad I joined her membership I'm really starting to fall for her...

>> No.42547417

>>42547372
keep Fubuki & Suisei away from that Flare

>> No.42547418

>>42547400
Actually my life is pretty dope

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>>42547397
FASTER

>> No.42547420

>>42547411
use your math skills anon I believe in you

>> No.42547421

>>42547405
I submit my whole being to elves

>> No.42547423

Generating god seed

>> No.42547424

>>42547385
>this writing style
You must be the lapkek who calls her "lapuchan" and defends her whoreish behavior.

>> No.42547426

>>42547411
She started at 22:00 JST
https://twitter.com/nekomataokayu/status/1620769173931704322

>> No.42547428

>>42547397
I accept my punishment it was all worth it

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>>42547419
Careful what you wish for

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>>42547421
Anon you madman...

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>> No.42547437

I want to cum into Meru

>> No.42547438

>>42547426
>>42547428
Okay so around 6:20

>> No.42547439

>schizos getting even more schizophrenic thinking everyone is one person

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OkaKoro ASMR never

>> No.42547443

>>42547438
Closer to 6:10

>> No.42547444

>>42547262
You're not supposed to pay for the wallpapers. You member them for other reasons and get the wallpapers as benefit.

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>>42547429
EVEN FASTER

>> No.42547452

>the schizo who defends an whore calling other schizos
Oh the irony

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>>42547441

>> No.42547459
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>> No.42547460

>>42547441
me at the top

>> No.42547464

>>42547441
I still use the Choco meru episode of this to fap

>> No.42547468

>>42547354
You know what they say about blondes.

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>>42547449
T̶̢̛̺̦͙̦͓̘̘̱̪͎̟̤̞̘͚̺̭̼̗̮̫͓̭̪̼̭̊̓̔̇̀̈́͂̿̒̃̀̃̾̏̍̈́͊̐̓͛̿̌̆͗̇̌͆͑̿̇͂̌͛͂̆͘͘̚̕̚̕͠͠͝͝Ớ̵̡̧͖̗̣̖͚̠̟̦͈̩̺̜̜̪͔͎̠͎̝̩̘̜̮͈̳͙̱̭͕̤͖̝̮̱̞̘̀̀̓̓̋̀̈̓̓̊́̈́̾̀̓̃̎͐͌̒̉̿͛̒̈͘̚͘͘͘͘͠ͅƠ̷̧̨̢̨̨̰̗̱̺͖͈̗̻̤̭̰̻̙͕̣͉͚̫̬͕͖̜̬̥̯̱̠̫̖̜̻̩̘̜̝̩͇̭̞̯̾̾̑̔̒̒́̍̉̏̌̾͒̾̐́͂̃͌͆̒̾͋̄̂̓̿̀̿̆̋͗͘͜͠͝ ̴̛̦̪͚̤̘̟́F̷̧̡̧̧̞̠̹̪̟̯̗̫̣̭͔̮͎̹̦͇̤̺̜̮͇͎̤͙͓̙͕̖͚̬͉͕͔̠̤̙̱̺̯͉͚͓̝̭̘̙̘̍͗̍̐̑̀̄̎́̈̈̓̀͘Ą̷̢̨͙͔̟̫̘̞̟̙̼͔͉̳̪͐̀̈̒͑̒́̄̈́̍̄̃͂͒̈͆͂̓̔̓̋̒̔̃͑̑̒̂͆͗̈́̐̓̎̐̾͆̕̕͝͠͠͠S̶̨̨̢̧̨̡̛̫̤̳͕͖͓͖̬̠̖͇̩͇̹̦͇̥̞̙͉͓̠͓͚̟̳̞̬͕̺̭̤̗̗̼̭͖̟̻̠̟̰̹͈̮̫̝̤͗̊̇́̒͐̓͋̾͌̓̔͛̿͒̈́͛͊̐̊̀́̀̈̿̋̃͊͗̐̒̍͑̄̑͛͒̋̀̓͋͘͠͝ͅȚ̶͍͚̮̤̄͒̀̃̓̈́͊̉̎̊̾̀͊͒̈́̈̔̐̀̽͛̽̎̔̃̾̎͋͝͠͠ͅ










https://files.catbox.moe/blncza.webm

>> No.42547470

>>42547423
Yeah, mine

>> No.42547472

>>42547459
towa...

>> No.42547473

>>42547372
YAB

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>>42547442

>> No.42547480 [SPOILER] 
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>> No.42547482

>>42547469
I'm scared aki...

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>> No.42547489

>>42547485
post her cute little booties

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>>42547480

>> No.42547496
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>>42547469
Aki screenshot seller, I need your fastest aki screenshot.
https://files.catbox.moe/wis0i5.webm

>> No.42547498
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>> No.42547500

>>42547260
which girl is that

>> No.42547504

I miss Laputyan...

>> No.42547505

*transform towa into a whore*

>> No.42547506

>>42547498
I'm gonna cum peko-chan...

>> No.42547507

>>42547028
For her it's Marcel.

>> No.42547508
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>>42547496
Funny you linked my catbox, it was the first one I wanted to use but decided to go with something else

>> No.42547511

>>42547498
Ogayu...

>> No.42547512

>>42547480
>>42547494
please stop

>> No.42547514

aki better start going the speed limit or a WILL pull her over m

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>>42547514
Anon, are you okay?

>> No.42547522

https://twitter.com/shirakamifubuki/status/1620844745814675456
candy go round is a good song

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>>42547498

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>>42547489

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>>42547518
Aki's sheer SPEED mindbroke him.
>>42547508
It's a fun webm but not the first one I wanted to post, so I had the opposite problem of you haha.

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>>42547518
Yesn't

>> No.42547537

>>42547524
ペロペロペロペロ

>> No.42547540

>>42547527
かわいい

>> No.42547542
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>> No.42547548

>>42547542
I want to cuddle with her and whisper sweet nothings into her ear

>> No.42547552

https://litter.catbox.moe/2ha8d4.webm
Who's pov is this?

>> No.42547553

I want lewd matsuri asmr

>> No.42547554

>>42547546
that looks painful okayu let me take care of that for you...

>> No.42547557

i'm not hungry but i must eat....

>> No.42547562

>>42547552
Oga?

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>>42547557
Okayu...

>> No.42547570
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42547570

WHERE IS THE LAPLUS NIPSLIP?

>> No.42547572

>>42547553
How lewd?

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>> No.42547574

>>42547504
Still defending the traitor whore schizo?

>> No.42547575

>>42547552
me on the right

>> No.42547576

Oh fuck, I remember the song Okayu was just singing.
https://youtu.be/0V-n2nPsVG0

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>>42547557
>>42547563
Fatto catto...

>> No.42547580

Your “oshi” would be disgusted if she ever met you in person you’re all disgusting losers who will never hold a candle to chads like Orca-chan who regularly gets personal thank yous from his oshi just end your miserable existence

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>> No.42547582

>>42547581
>no pubes
dropped

>> No.42547583

>>42547581
her inner thighs are starting to look a little... eh...

>> No.42547587

>>42547414
Hahahahha you FOOL

>> No.42547591
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42547591

https://litter.catbox.moe/qzhv6a.mp4

>> No.42547593

>>42547336
>ollie needs to fucking graduate
more like "please stop pestering talents"

ollie is such an annoying person that i'm baffled whenever someone says she's a good talent.

>> No.42547592

>>42547583
Juicy and tasty

>> No.42547594

>>42547236
I’m not a member and never will be so just share with everyone I bet that fat bitch Ollie tricked the JPs and never mentioned Holostars

>> No.42547602

>>42545958
<span class="sjis">hey man</span>

>> No.42547603

I'm a dexfag, is Noel the holo for me?

>> No.42547604

>>42547581
Yikes how much do people pay for this?

>> No.42547606

>>42547236
Nenene...

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>> No.42547608

>>42547603
haha imagine a small weak dexfag getting grabbed by noel and forcibly smothered by her huge STR udders haha

>> No.42547610

>>42547581
Let's see how long it takes for them to delete this, compared to the other deleted posts in this thread

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>>42547603
If you wish to be crushed

>> No.42547612

>>42547608
what the fuck I'm hard now??

>> No.42547614

>>42547608
kys and your shit shitty meme go kys

>> No.42547617

>>42547581
Someone tell her to lay off the gyudon.

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>>42547607

>> No.42547619

I really despise the lot of you so I have something in common with your oshis

>> No.42547620

>>42547611
but imagine how fast I can massage and fondle her titties with all my dex points

>> No.42547622

Murasaki Shion
Last seen: Jan 16

>> No.42547621

towa has all the answers

>> No.42547624

>>42547611
fuck off retarded and your shit shitty meme none cares go kys fucking retarded muh streeeeeengh loooool so based ah go fuck to hell

>> No.42547625

>>42547618
Suisex?

>> No.42547629

>>42547618
I'm still so mad she didn't stream just once in her swimsuit

>> No.42547630

>>42547608
Damn, I want to be her personal squire boytoy...

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>>42547594
Neither am I. I was just trying to bait some dumb Nekko in to posting it.

>> No.42547633

Sex with 2016 Shion

>> No.42547632

>>42547619
these threads are proof multiculturalism doesn't work

>> No.42547634

>>42547614
>>42547624
Someone insults oily and then you sperg out. Stop being so obvious.

>> No.42547638

Sex with 2010 Shion

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>>42547631
How devious, you must be a kenzoku to concoct such a plan!

>> No.42547642

Sex with 1955 Korone

>> No.42547644

>>42547620
Well technically strength is speed, dexterity is more about fine control of your hands

>> No.42547645

>>42547641
*cums prematurely*

>> No.42547647

>>42547644
but dragon ball taught me speed and strength are separate things

>> No.42547649

if your oshi has streamed less recently than a married woman/black company OL, she should be sold into sexual slavery

>> No.42547651

holy shit, the schizo is so broke he'll cry

>> No.42547652

>>42547649
Shion...

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>>42547640
Damn. And I would have gotten away with it too without you meddling kids.

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42547655

Shionyo's suicide show on a livestream

>> No.42547658

are we ready for this later?
https://youtu.be/yDRBAzSors4

>> No.42547663

>>42547644
Dex is for:
Evade attacks more easily
Facilitate the learning of skills

>> No.42547664 [DELETED] 

Kanata liked her coffee iced. Every morning she’d fight her way through the maze of empty cardboard boxes that occupied most of the square footage of her apartment. When she'd find the freezer, she’d grab a handful of ice, crush it into smithereens, and sprinkle them into her Gorilla Gulp coffee cup.

She liked to read mail flyers when she had her morning coffee. At worst, they entertained her. At best, they led to interesting experiences. On one particular morning, she found herself scanning an advertisement for a calligraphy instructor. Attached at the bottom was a cut-out coupon for one free calligraphy lesson.

Kanata read the copy aloud, just for the heck of it. “‘Sakamata’s sublime script-supplements succor students seeking soulful satisfaction. P.S. No refunds.’” She paused and let the words slither in the air. “What the hell kinda name is ‘Sakamata’?” She picked up an apple and crushed it in her right hand over her open mouth and let the juice drip into her gullet. When the unfortunate fruit was little more than skin and pulp, she threw it over her shoulder where it hit a tower of cardboard boxes, knocking them over with a crash. “Calligraphy could be fun,” she said after wiping the apple juice from her chin. She tore the coupon off the flyer.

At the appointed time, Kanata found herself the only student in a small recreation center classroom, sized for knitting circles and small book clubs. She sat at a writing desk feeling like she was in middle school again. There was a blackboard on the wall in front of her and someone had drawn a doodle of a killer whale encircled by stink lines and flies.

Kanata was in the midst of deciphering the doodle when the code was cracked by an odor so foul it brought tears to her eyes faster than stubbing her toe while watching the beginning of Pixar’s Up. She jumped to her feet, knocking over her chair, and rushed to open a window. In her desperation, she forgot to unlock the latch and, with the strength of a cyber-enhanced silverback, broke the frame, window, and wall all in one go. The fresh outside air that gushed in diluted the smell just enough to breathe, and Kanata regained enough composure to curse the frailty of humankind and their feeble constructions.

Behind her, the door swung wide and a silver-haired young woman wearing a black hood stood in the doorway like a bounty hunter after kicking in the swinging gates of an old-time saloon. After studying Kanata with the sangfroid of a trained killer, she said, “Is that a draught I feel?”

Kanata looked back behind her at the gaping hole in the wall. She spun back around. “That was there when I got here.”

“I see.” The young woman studied her from across the classroom for a few calculated moments, then shrugged and walked in and up to the blackboard. In a less murderous tone of voice, she asked, “Are you here for the lessons?”

Kanata scampered back to her desk like a child sprinting for the Christmas tree on Christmas morning. She righted her chair, sat down, and interlaced her fingers on top of the desk. "Yes.”

The young woman smiled at her. “Have you had calligraphy lessons before?”

“No, this is my first time.”

“How nice.” The young woman stared out of the hole in the wall. “I remember my first lesson. I had a disagreement with the instructor.” She laughed and looked at Kanata. “They called my writing messy. Can you believe that? Some people don’t deserve eyes if they can’t recognize elegance when they see it.”

The word ‘DANGER’ ran screaming, sirens blazing, over the tarmac of Kanata’s mind. She laughed nervously and gave a dry cough. “Yeah, some people can be real jerks.”

The young woman gave her a smile that was the equivalent of a cyanide-laced sugar pie. “Let’s hope you’re not one of them.” She turned and began scratching her name on the blackboard with a piece of white chalk.

When Kanata saw the end result, she just could not help herself.

“Dear God, is that an incantation to Baal, Lord of Lies, written in the nigh indecipherable tongue of the ancient Phoenicians? I’m afraid to even attempt to pronounce it lest I summon some slumbering demon from the Dark Dimension. Like, are you serious? Did you make that abomination on purpose? ‘Cause, if you did, you should work for the Secret Service Intelligence Agency by coming up with codes and ciphers. I doubt there’s a cryptologist alive that could solve that enigma. I’m speechless. I really am. I’ve seen slime trails left by snails with more legibility than that. Where does language even stand in the aftermath of this cataclysm? If you wanna know what I thi—”

Kanata woke up in a cornfield.

>> No.42547665

>>42547658
Ready to not watch it, because they'll use garbage voice changers again? Yeah

>> No.42547666

>>42547647
Just look at the legs of runners/swimmers, even when they are lithe (for aerodynamics) their legs are still shredded

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>>42547625
Yes

>> No.42547671

>>42547631
Devious fucker

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>>42547668
Mikotits...

>> No.42547677

>>42547668
Migo... your cheap implants...

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>> No.42547679

>>42547674
Right version.

>> No.42547681

>>42547676
those look more like mikopits to me

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>> No.42547688

If your oshi suddenly is no longer interested in reading superchats and her biggest paypig suddenly stops dropping akasupas then they have obtained a roommate sugardaddy and you have been cucked (see Choco for where your oshi is headed).

>> No.42547690

>>42547666
okay but I'm arguing for the opposite. look at some of the best body builders they are obviously strong but that doesn't translate to speed necessarily

>> No.42547694

*cums on Ayame's feet*

>> No.42547696

>>42547690
If Bodybuilder also trains running or boxing you can bet your ass he will outran and punch faster than a weaker guy

>> No.42547700

>>42547665
I thought fauna and mumei were okay even with the voice changer

>> No.42547701 [DELETED] 

Kanata liked her coffee iced. Every morning she’d fight her way through the maze of empty cardboard boxes that occupied most of the square footage of her apartment. When she'd find the freezer, she’d grab a handful of ice, crush it into smithereens, and sprinkle them into her Gorilla Gulp coffee cup.

She liked to read mail flyers when she had her morning coffee. At worst, they entertained her. At best, they led to interesting experiences. On one particular morning, she found herself scanning an advertisement for a calligraphy instructor. Attached at the bottom was a cut-out coupon for one free calligraphy lesson.

Kanata read the copy aloud, just for the heck of it. “‘Sakamata’s sublime script-supplements succor students seeking soulful satisfaction. P.S. No refunds.’” She paused and let the words slither in the air. “What the hell kinda name is ‘Sakamata’?” She picked up an apple and crushed it in her right hand over her open mouth and let the juice drip into her gullet. When the unfortunate fruit was little more than skin and pulp, she threw it over her shoulder where it hit a tower of cardboard boxes, knocking them over with a crash. “Calligraphy could be fun,” she said after wiping the apple juice from her chin. She tore the coupon off the flyer.

At the appointed time, Kanata found herself the only student in a small recreation center classroom, sized for knitting circles and small book clubs. She sat at a writing desk feeling like she was in middle school again. There was a blackboard on the wall in front of her and someone had drawn a doodle of a killer whale encircled by stink lines and flies.

Kanata was in the midst of deciphering the doodle when the code was cracked by an odor so foul it brought tears to her eyes faster than stubbing her toe while watching the beginning of Pixar’s Up. She jumped to her feet, knocking over her chair, and rushed to open a window. In her desperation, she forgot to unlock the latch and, with the strength of a cyber-enhanced silverback, broke the frame, window, and wall all in one go. The fresh outside air that gushed in diluted the smell just enough to breathe, and Kanata regained enough composure to curse the frailty of humankind and their feeble constructions.

Behind her, the door swung wide and a silver-haired young woman wearing a black hood stood in the doorway like a bounty hunter after kicking in the swinging gates of an old-time saloon. After studying Kanata with the sangfroid of a trained killer, she said, “Is that a draught I feel?”

Kanata looked back behind her at the gaping hole in the wall. She spun back around. “That was there when I got here.”

“I see.” The young woman studied her from across the classroom for a few calculated moments, then shrugged and walked in and up to the blackboard. In a less murderous tone of voice, she asked, “Are you here for the lessons?”

Kanata scampered back to her desk like a child sprinting for the Christmas tree on Christmas morning. She righted her chair, sat down, and interlaced her fingers on top of the desk. "Yes.”

The young woman smiled at her. “Have you had calligraphy lessons before?”

“No, this is my first time.”

“How nice.” The young woman stared out of the hole in the wall. “I remember my first lesson. I had a disagreement with the instructor.” She laughed and looked at Kanata. “They called my writing messy. Can you believe that? Some people don’t deserve eyes if they can’t recognize elegance when they see it.”

The word ‘DANGER’ ran screaming, sirens blazing, over the tarmac of Kanata’s mind. She laughed nervously and gave a dry cough. “Yeah, some people can be real jerks.”

The young woman gave her a smile that was the equivalent of a cyanide-laced sugar pie. “Let’s hope you’re not one of them.” She turned and began scratching her name on the blackboard with a piece of white chalk.

When Kanata saw the end result, she just could not help herself.

“Dear God, is that an incantation to Baal, Lord of Lies, written in the nigh indecipherable tongue of the ancient Phoenicians? I’m afraid to even attempt to pronounce it lest I summon some slumbering demon from the Dark Dimension. Like, are you serious? Did you make that abomination on purpose? ‘Cause, if you did, you should work for the Secret Service Intelligence Agency by coming up with codes and ciphers. I doubt there’s a cryptologist alive that could solve that enigma. I’m speechless. I really am. I’ve seen slime trails left by snails with more legibility than that. Where does language even stand in the aftermath of this cataclysm? If you wanna know what I thi—”

Kanata woke up in a cornfield.

>> No.42547704

>>42547696
>if body builder trains speed he will be fast
I'm not seeing a rebuttal here

>> No.42547706 [DELETED] 

LKanata liked her coffee iced. Every morning she’d fight her way through the maze of empty cardboard boxes that occupied most of the square footage of her apartment. When she'd find the freezer, she’d grab a handful of ice, crush it into smithereens, and sprinkle them into her Gorilla Gulp coffee cup.

She liked to read mail flyers when she had her morning coffee. At worst, they entertained her. At best, they led to interesting experiences. On one particular morning, she found herself scanning an advertisement for a calligraphy instructor. Attached at the bottom was a cut-out coupon for one free calligraphy lesson.

Kanata read the copy aloud, just for the heck of it. “‘Sakamata’s sublime script-supplements succor students seeking soulful satisfaction. P.S. No refunds.’” She paused and let the words slither in the air. “What the hell kinda name is ‘Sakamata’?” She picked up an apple and crushed it in her right hand over her open mouth and let the juice drip into her gullet. When the unfortunate fruit was little more than skin and pulp, she threw it over her shoulder where it hit a tower of cardboard boxes, knocking them over with a crash. “Calligraphy could be fun,” she said after wiping the apple juice from her chin. She tore the coupon off the flyer.

At the appointed time, Kanata found herself the only student in a small recreation center classroom, sized for knitting circles and small book clubs. She sat at a writing desk feeling like she was in middle school again. There was a blackboard on the wall in front of her and someone had drawn a doodle of a killer whale encircled by stink lines and flies.

Kanata was in the midst of deciphering the doodle when the code was cracked by an odor so foul it brought tears to her eyes faster than stubbing her toe while watching the beginning of Pixar’s Up. She jumped to her feet, knocking over her chair, and rushed to open a window. In her desperation, she forgot to unlock the latch and, with the strength of a cyber-enhanced silverback, broke the frame, window, and wall all in one go. The fresh outside air that gushed in diluted the smell just enough to breathe, and Kanata regained enough composure to curse the frailty of humankind and their feeble constructions.

Behind her, the door swung wide and a silver-haired young woman wearing a black hood stood in the doorway like a bounty hunter after kicking in the swinging gates of an old-time saloon. After studying Kanata with the sangfroid of a trained killer, she said, “Is that a draught I feel?”

Kanata looked back behind her at the gaping hole in the wall. She spun back around. “That was there when I got here.”

“I see.” The young woman studied her from across the classroom for a few calculated moments, then shrugged and walked in and up to the blackboard. In a less murderous tone of voice, she asked, “Are you here for the lessons?”

Kanata scampered back to her desk like a child sprinting for the Christmas tree on Christmas morning. She righted her chair, sat down, and interlaced her fingers on top of the desk. "Yes.”

The young woman smiled at her. “Have you had calligraphy lessons before?”

“No, this is my first time.”

“How nice.” The young woman stared out of the hole in the wall. “I remember my first lesson. I had a disagreement with the instructor.” She laughed and looked at Kanata. “They called my writing messy. Can you believe that? Some people don’t deserve eyes if they can’t recognize elegance when they see it.”

The word ‘DANGER’ ran screaming, sirens blazing, over the tarmac of Kanata’s mind. She laughed nervously and gave a dry cough. “Yeah, some people can be real jerks.”

The young woman gave her a smile that was the equivalent of a cyanide-laced sugar pie. “Let’s hope you’re not one of them.” She turned and began scratching her name on the blackboard with a piece of white chalk.

When Kanata saw the end result, she just could not help herself.

“Dear God, is that an incantation to Baal, Lord of Lies, written in the nigh indecipherable tongue of the ancient Phoenicians? I’m afraid to even attempt to pronounce it lest I summon some slumbering demon from the Dark Dimension. Like, are you serious? Did you make that abomination on purpose? ‘Cause, if you did, you should work for the Secret Service Intelligence Agency by coming up with codes and ciphers. I doubt there’s a cryptologist alive that could solve that enigma. I’m speechless. I really am. I’ve seen slime trails left by snails with more legibility than that. Where does language even stand in the aftermath of this cataclysm? If you wanna know what I thi—”

Kanata woke up in a cornfield.

>> No.42547707

I'm not going to read your Kanata fanfic heimen stop trying

>> No.42547708
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>>42547678
My wife is so cute.

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uwu

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>>42547694
No you didn't.

>> No.42547710

I asked heinGODS

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>> No.42547714

the cunny of a minor. every adult man's fantasy.

>> No.42547716

>>42547711
*sucks on ayames big toe*

>> No.42547719 [DELETED] 

Kanata liked her coffee iced. Every morning she’d fight her way through the maze of empty cardboard boxes that occupied most of the square footage of her apartment. When she'd find the freezer, she’d grab a handful of ice, crush it into smithereens, and sprinkle them into her Gorilla Gulp coffee cup.

She liked to read mail flyers when she had her morning coffee. At worst, they entertained her. At best, they led to interesting experiences. On one particular morning, she found herself scanning an advertisement for a calligraphy instructor. Attached at the bottom was a cut-out coupon for one free calligraphy lesson.

Kanata read the copy aloud, just for the heck of it. “‘Sakamata’s sublime script-supplements succor students seeking soulful satisfaction. P.S. No refunds.’” She paused and let the words slither in the air. “What the hell kinda name is ‘Sakamata’?” She picked up an apple and crushed it in her right hand over her open mouth and let the juice drip into her gullet. When the unfortunate fruit was little more than skin and pulp, she threw it over her shoulder where it hit a tower of cardboard boxes, knocking them over with a crash. “Calligraphy could be fun,” she said after wiping the apple juice from her chin. She tore the coupon off the flyer.

At the appointed time, Kanata found herself the only student in a small recreation center classroom, sized for knitting circles and small book clubs. She sat at a writing desk feeling like she was in middle school again. There was a blackboard on the wall in front of her and someone had drawn a doodle of a killer whale encircled by stink lines and flies.

Kanata was in the midst of deciphering the doodle when the code was cracked by an odor so foul it brought tears to her eyes faster than stubbing her toe while watching the beginning of Pixar’s Up. She jumped to her feet, knocking over her chair, and rushed to open a window. In her desperation, she forgot to unlock the latch and, with the strength of a cyber-enhanced silverback, broke the frame, window, and wall all in one go. The fresh outside air that gushed in diluted the smell just enough to breathe, and Kanata regained enough composure to curse the frailty of humankind and their feeble constructions.

Behind her, the door swung wide and a silver-haired young woman wearing a black hood stood in the doorway like a bounty hunter after kicking in the swinging gates of an old-time saloon. After studying Kanata with the sangfroid of a trained killer, she said, “Is that a draught I feel?”

Kanata looked back behind her at the gaping hole in the wall. She spun back around. “That was there when I got here.”

“I see.” The young woman studied her from across the classroom for a few calculated moments, then shrugged and walked in and up to the blackboard. In a less murderous tone of voice, she asked, “Are you here for the lessons?”

Kanata scampered back to her desk like a child sprinting for the Christmas tree on Christmas morning. She righted her chair, sat down, and interlaced her fingers on top of the desk. "Yes.”

The young woman smiled at her. “Have you had calligraphy lessons before?”

“No, this is my first time.”

“How nice.” The young woman stared out of the hole in the wall. “I remember my first lesson. I had a disagreement with the instructor.” She laughed and looked at Kanata. “They called my writing messy. Can you believe that? Some people don’t deserve eyes if they can’t recognize elegance when they see it.”

The word ‘DANGER’ ran screaming, sirens blazing, over the tarmac of Kanata’s mind. She laughed nervously and gave a dry cough. “Yeah, some people can be real jerks.”

The young woman gave her a smile that was the equivalent of a cyanide-laced sugar pie. “Let’s hope you’re not one of them.” She turned and began scratching her name on the blackboard with a piece of white chalk.

When Kanata saw the end result, she just could not help herself.

“Dear God, is that an incantation to Baal, Lord of Lies, written in the nigh indecipherable tongue of the ancient Phoenicians? I’m afraid to even attempt to pronounce it lest I summon some slumbering demon from the Dark Dimension. Like, are you serious? Did you make that abomination on purpose? ‘Cause, if you did, you should work for the Secret Service Intelligence Agency by coming up with codes and ciphers. I doubt there’s a cryptologist alive that could solve that enigma. I’m speechless. I really am. I’ve seen slime trails left by snails with more legibility than that. Where does language even stand in the aftermath of this cataclysm? If you wanna know what I thi—”

Kanata woke up in a cornfield.

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>> No.42547726

>>42547704
Okay, anon. Let me rephrase it in a simple language:
>Muscle makes body move
>Big muscle = faster move

>> No.42547727

>>42547701
>>42547706
Is this what THEKANATA does all day on c*tube?

>> No.42547731

>>42547711
Do you mean it was a ghost cum?

>> No.42547733 [DELETED] 

Kanata liked her coffee iced. Every morning she’d fight her way through the maze of empty cardboard boxes that occupied most of the square footage of her apartment. When she'd find the freezer, she’d grab a handful of ice, crush it into smithereens, and sprinkle them into her Gorilla Gulp coffee cup.

She liked to read mail flyers when she had her morning coffee. At worst, they entertained her. At best, they led to interesting experiences. On one particular morning, she found herself scanning an advertisement for a calligraphy instructor. Attached at the bottom was a cut-out coupon for one free calligraphy lesson.

Kanata read the copy aloud, just for the heck of it. “‘Sakamata’s sublime script-supplements succor students seeking soulful satisfaction. P.S. No refunds.’” She paused and let the words slither in the air. “What the hell kinda name is ‘Sakamata’?” She picked up an apple and crushed it in her right hand over her open mouth and let the juice drip into her gullet. When the unfortunate fruit was little more than skin and pulp, she threw it over her shoulder where it hit a tower of cardboard boxes, knocking them over with a crash. “Calligraphy could be fun,” she said after wiping the apple juice from her chin. She tore the coupon off the flyer.

At the appointed time, Kanata found herself the only student in a small recreation center classroom, sized for knitting circles and small book clubs. She sat at a writing desk feeling like she was in middle school again. There was a blackboard on the wall in front of her and someone had drawn a doodle of a killer whale encircled by stink lines and flies.

Kanata was in the midst of deciphering the doodle when the code was cracked by an odor so foul it brought tears to her eyes faster than stubbing her toe while watching the beginning of Pixar’s Up. She jumped to her feet, knocking over her chair, and rushed to open a window. In her desperation, she forgot to unlock the latch and, with the strength of a cyber-enhanced silverback, broke the frame, window, and wall all in one go. The fresh outside air that gushed in diluted the smell just enough to breathe, and Kanata regained enough composure to curse the frailty of humankind and their feeble constructions.

Behind her, the door swung wide and a silver-haired young woman wearing a black hood stood in the doorway like a bounty hunter after kicking in the swinging gates of an old-time saloon. After studying Kanata with the sangfroid of a trained killer, she said, “Is that a draught I feel?”

Kanata looked back behind her at the gaping hole in the wall. She spun back around. “That was there when I got here.”

“I see.” The young woman studied her from across the classroom for a few calculated moments, then shrugged and walked in and up to the blackboard. In a less murderous tone of voice, she asked, “Are you here for the lessons?”

Kanata scampered back to her desk like a child sprinting for the Christmas tree on Christmas morning. She righted her chair, sat down, and interlaced her fingers on top of the desk. "Yes.”

The young woman smiled at her. “Have you had calligraphy lessons before?”

“No, this is my first time.”

“How nice.” The young woman stared out of the hole in the wall. “I remember my first lesson. I had a disagreement with the instructor.” She laughed and looked at Kanata. “They called my writing messy. Can you believe that? Some people don’t deserve eyes if they can’t recognize elegance when they see it.”

The word ‘DANGER’ ran screaming, sirens blazing, over the tarmac of Kanata’s mind. She laughed nervously and gave a dry cough. “Yeah, some people can be real jerks.”

The young woman gave her a smile that was the equivalent of a cyanide-laced sugar pie. “Let’s hope you’re not one of them.” She turned and began scratching her name on the blackboard with a piece of white chaIk.

When Kanata saw the end result, she just could not help herself.

“Dear God, is that an incantation to Baal, Lord of Lies, written in the nigh indecipherable tongue of the ancient Phoenicians? I’m afraid to even attempt to pronounce it lest I summon some slumbering demon from the Dark Dimension. Like, are you serious? Did you make that abomination on purpose? ‘Cause, if you did, you should work for the Secret Service Intelligence Agency by coming up with codes and ciphers. I doubt there’s a cryptologist alive that could solve that enigma. I’m speechless. I really am. I’ve seen slime trails left by snails with more legibility than that. Where does language even stand in the aftermath of this cataclysm? If you wanna know what I thi—”

Kanata woke up in a cornfield.

>> No.42547734

You monsters

>> No.42547735

>>42547726
Different types of muscle

>> No.42547737

And I can't fight this feeling anymore
I've forgotten what I started fighting for
It's time to bring this ship into the shore
And throw away the oars, forever

>> No.42547738

heimins won

>> No.42547739

>>42547607
>>42547618
Someone should put a baby inside these tummies

>> No.42547741 [DELETED] 

why shartmin why

>> No.42547745

>>42547724
cute boy

>> No.42547748

>>42547739
I don't think either Matsuri or Shion are cannibals

>> No.42547754 [DELETED] 

Since the heimin is spamming this thread, let me call the seajannies

ENSHARTS ARE NOT HOLOLIVE, THEY WILL NEVER BE TOLERATED HERE

>> No.42547759

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kr7ogLQh4tc

>> No.42547760

>>42547754
based

>> No.42547763

why enshits why

>> No.42547764 [DELETED] 

Kanata liked her coffee iced. Every morning she’d fight her way through the maze of empty cardboard boxes that occupied most of the square footage of her apartment. When she'd find the freezer, she’d grab a handful of ice, crush it into smithereens, and sprinkle them into her Gorilla Gulp coffee cup.

She liked to read mail flyers when she had her morning coffee. At worst, they entertained her. At best, they led to interesting experiences. On one particular morning, she found herself scanning an advertisement for a calligraphy instructor. Attached at the bottom was a cut-out coupon for one free calligraphy lesson.

Kanata read the copy aloud, just for the heck of it. “‘Sakamata’s sublime script-supplements succor students seeking soulful satisfaction. P.S. No refunds.’” She paused and let the words slither in the air. “What the hell kinda name is ‘Sakamata’?” She picked up an apple and crushed it in her right hand over her open mouth and let the juice drip into her gullet. When the unfortunate fruit was little more than skin and pulp, she threw it over her shoulder where it hit a tower of cardboard boxes, knocking them over with a crash. “Calligraphy could be fun,” she said after wiping the apple juice from her chin. She tore the coupon off the flyer.

At the appointed time, Kanata found herself the only student in a small recreation center classroom, sized for knitting circles and small book clubs. She sat at a writing desk feeling like she was in middle school again. There was a blackboard on the wall in front of her and someone had drawn a doodle of a killer whale encircled by stink lines and flies.

Kanata was in the midst of deciphering the doodle when the code was cracked by an odor so foul it brought tears to her eyes faster than stubbing her toe while watching the beginning of Pixar’s Up. She jumped to her feet, knocking over her chair, and rushed to open a window. In her desperation, she forgot to unlock the latch and, with the strength of a cyber-enhanced silverback, broke the frame, window, and wall all in one go. The fresh outside air that gushed in diluted the smell just enough to breathe, and Kanata regained enough composure to curse the frailty of humankind and their feeble constructions.

Behind her, the door swung wide and a silver-haired young woman wearing a black hood stood in the doorway like a bounty hunter after kicking in the swinging gates of an old-time saloon. After studying Kanata with the sangfroid of a trained killer, she said, “Is that a draught I feel?”

Kanata looked back behind her at the gaping hole in the wall. She spun back around. “That was there when I got here.”

“I see.” The young woman studied her from across the classroom for a few calculated moments, then shrugged and walked in and up to the blackboard. In a less murderous tone of voice, she asked, “Are you here for the lessons?”

Kanata scampered back to her desk like a child sprinting for the Christmas tree on Christmas morning. She righted her chair, sat down, and interlaced her fingers on top of the desk. "Yes.”

The young woman smiled at her. “Have you had calligraphy lessons before?”

“No, this is my first time.”

“How nice.” The young woman stared out of the hole in the wall. “I remember my first lesson. I had a disagreement with the instructor.” She laughed and looked at Kanata. “They called my writing messy. Can you believe that? Some people don’t deserve eyes if they can’t recognize elegance when they see it.”

The word ‘DANGER’ ran screaming, sirens blazing, over the tarmac of Kanata’s mind. She laughed nervously and gave a dry cough. “Yeah, some people can be real jerks.”

The young woman gave her a smile that was the equivalent of a cyanide-laced sugar pie. “Let’s hope you’re not one of them.” She turned and began scratching her name on the blackboard with a piece of white chalk.

When Kanata saw the end result, she just could not help herself.

“Dear God, is that an incantation to Baal, Lord of Lies, written in the nigh indecipherable tongue of the ancient Phoenicians? I’m afraid to even attempt to pronounce it lest I summon some slumbering demon from the Dark Dimension. Like, are you serious? Did you make that abomination on purpose? ‘Cause, if you did, you should work for the Secret Service Intelligence Agency by coming up with codes and ciphers. I doubt there’s a cryptologist alive that could solve that enigma. I’m speechless. I really am. I’ve seen slime trails left by snails with more legibility than that. Where does language even stand in the aftermath of this cataclysm? If you wanna know what I thi—”

Kanata woke up in a cornfield.

>> No.42547767

>>42547754
can't agree more

>> No.42547770

Okayu needs farm life correction.

>> No.42547772

Where is Towa

>> No.42547774

>>42547770
Understood. I will milk her thoroughly.

>> No.42547776

>>42547739
On it https://litter.catbox.moe/y4sffb.jpg

>> No.42547780

>>42547776
me on the bottom

>> No.42547781 [DELETED] 

Kanata liked her coffee iced. Every morning she’d fight her way through the maze of empty cardboard boxes that occupied most of the square footage of her apartment. When she'd find the freezer, she’d grab a handful of ice, crush it into smithereens, and sprinkle them into her Gorilla Gulp coffee cup.

She liked to read mail flyers when she had her morning coffee. At worst, they entertained her. At best, they led to interesting experiences. On one particular morning, she found herself scanning an advertisement for a calligraphy instructor. Attached at the bottom was a cut-out coupon for one free calligraphy lesson.

Kanata read the copy aloud, just for the heck of it. “‘Sakamata’s sublime script-supplements succor students seeking soulful satisfaction. P.S. No refunds.’” She paused and let the words slither in the air. “What the hell kinda name is ‘Sakamata’?” She picked up an apple and crushed it in her right hand over her open mouth and let the juice drip into her gullet. When the unfortunate fruit was little more than skin and pulp, she threw it over her shoulder where it hit a tower of cardboard boxes, knocking them over with a crash. “Calligraphy could be fun,” she said after wiping the apple juice from her chin. She tore the coupon off the flyer.

At the appointed time, Kanata found herself the only student in a small recreation center classroom, sized for knitting circles and small book clubs. She sat at a writing desk feeling like she was in middle school again. There was a blackboard on the wall in front of her and someone had drawn a doodle of a killer whale encircled by stink lines and flies.

Kanata was in the midst of deciphering the doodle when the code was cracked by an odor so foul it brought tears to her eyes faster than stubbing her toe while watching the beginning of Pixar’s Up. She jumped to her feet, knocking over her chair, and rushed to open a window. In her desperation, she forgot to unlock the latch and, with the strength of a cyber-enhanced silverback, broke the frame, window, and wall all in one go. The fresh outside air that gushed in diluted the smell just enough to breathe, and Kanata regained enough composure to curse the frailty of humankind and their feeble constructions.

Behind her, the door swung wide and a silver-haired young woman wearing a black hood stood in the doorway like a bounty hunter after kicking in the swinging gates of an old-time saloon. After studying Kanata with the sangfroid of a trained killer, she said, “Is that a draught I feel?”

Kanata looked back behind her at the gaping hole in the wall. She spun back around. “That was there when I got here.”

“I see.” The young woman studied her from across the classroom for a few calculated moments, then shrugged and walked in and up to the blackboard. In a less murderous tone of voice, she asked, “Are you here for the lessons?”

Kanata scampered back to her desk like a child sprinting for the Christmas tree on Christmas morning. She righted her chair, sat down, and interlaced her fingers on top of the desk. "Yes.”

The young woman smiled at her. “Have you had calligraphy lessons before?”

“No, this is my first time.”

“How nice.” The young woman stared out of the hole in the wall. “I remember my first lesson. I had a disagreement with the instructor.” She laughed and looked at Kanata. “They called my writing messy. Can you believe that? Some people don’t deserve eyes if they can’t recognize elegance when they see it.”

The word ‘DANGER’ ran screaming, sirens blazing, over the tarmac of Kanata’s mind. She laughed nervously and gave a dry cough. “Yeah, some people can be real jerks.”

The young woman gave her a smile that was the equivalent of a cyanide-laced sugar pie. “Let’s hope you’re not one of them.” She turned and began scratching her name on the blackboard with a piece of white chalk.

When Kanata saw the end result, she just could not help herself.

“Dear God, is that an incantation to Baal, Lord of Lies, written in the nigh indecipherable tongue of the ancient Phoenicians? I’m afraid to even attempt to pronounce it lest I summon some slumbering demon from the Dark Dimension. Like, are you serious? Did you make that abomination on purpose? ‘Cause, if you did, you should work for the Secret Service Intelligence Agency by coming up with codes and ciphers. I doubt there’s a cryptologist alive that could solve that enigma. I’m speechless. I really am. I’ve seen slime trails left by snails with more legibility than that. Where does language even stand in the aftermath of this cataclysm? If you wanna know what l thi—”

Kanata woke up in a cornfield.

>> No.42547782

https://youtu.be/Ax1oQ_2knmI

>> No.42547783

I want to put a baby in matsuri and not take responsibility

>> No.42547786

https://litter.catbox.moe/vjpt8g.jpg

>> No.42547789

>>42547774
No wait no not that kind of correction anon stop it

>> No.42547790

Has anyone told Watame she doesn't need to stream this long?

>> No.42547791

Hymen are worst fanbase.
REMOVE HYMEN

>> No.42547792

>>42547786
me on the left

>> No.42547793 [DELETED] 

Kanata liked her coffee iced. Every morning she’d fight her way through the maze of empty cardboard boxes that occupied most of the square footage of her apartment. When she'd find the freezer, she’d grab a handful of ice, crush it into smithereens, and sprinkle them into her Gorilla Gulp coffee cup.

She liked to read mail flyers when she had her morning coffee. At worst, they entertained her. At best, they led to interesting experiences. On one particular morning, she found herself scanning an advertisement for a calligraphy instructor. Attached at the bottom was a cut-out coupon for one free calligraphy lesson.

Kanata read the copy aloud, just for the heck of it. “‘Sakamata’s sublime script-supplements succor students seeking soulful satisfaction. P.S. No refunds.’” She paused and let the words slither in the air. “What the hell kinda name is ‘Sakamata’?” She picked up an apple and crushed it in her right hand over her open mouth and let the juice drip into her gullet. When the unfortunate fruit was little more than skin and pulp, she threw it over her shoulder where it hit a tower of cardboard boxes, knocking them over with a crash. “Calligraphy could be fun,” she said after wiping the apple juice from her chin. She tore the coupon off the flyer.

At the appointed time, Kanata found herself the only student in a small recreation center classroom, sized for knitting circles and small book clubs. She sat at a writing desk feeling like she was in middle school again. There was a blackboard on the wall in front of her and someone had drawn a doodle of a killer whale encircled by stink lines and flies.

Kanata was in the midst of deciphering the doodle when the code was cracked by an odor so foul it brought tears to her eyes faster than stubbing her toe while watching the beginning of Pixar’s Up. She jumped to her feet, knocking over her chair, and rushed to open a window. In her desperation, she forgot to unlock the latch and, with the strength of a cyber-enhanced silverback, broke the frame, window, and wall all in one go. The fresh outside air that gushed in diluted the smell just enough to breathe, and Kanata regained enough composure to curse the frailty of humankind and their feeble constructions.

Behind her, the door swung wide and a silver-haired young woman wearing a black hood stood in the doorway like a bounty hunter after kicking in the swinging gates of an old-time saloon. After studying Kanata with the sangfroid of a trained killer, she said, “Is that a draught I feel?”

Kanata looked back behind her at the gaping hole in the wall. She spun back around. “That was there when I got here.”

“I see.” The young woman studied her from across the classroom for a few calculated moments, then shrugged and walked in and up to the blackboard. In a less murderous tone of voice, she asked, “Are you here for the lessons?”

Kanata scampered back to her desk like a child sprinting for the Christmas tree on Christmas morning. She righted her chair, sat down, and interlaced her fingers on top of the desk. "Yes.”

The young woman smiled at her. “Have you had calligraphy lessons before?”

“No, this is my first time.”

“How nice.” The young woman stared out of the hole in the wall. “I remember my first lesson. I had a disagreement with the instructor.” She laughed and looked at Kanata. “They called my writing messy. Can you believe that? Some people don’t deserve eyes if they can’t recognize elegance when they see it.”

The word ‘DANGER’ ran screaming, sirens blazing, over the tarmac of Kanata’s mind. She laughed nervously and gave a dry cough. “Yeah, some people can be real jerks.”

The young woman gave her a smile that was the equivalent of a cyanide-laced sugar pie. “Let’s hope you’re not one of them.” She turned and began scratching her name on the blackboard with a piece of white chalk.

When Kanata saw the end result, she just could not help herself.

“Dear God, is that an incantation to Baal, Lord of Lies, written in the nigh indecipherable tongue of the ancient Phoenicians? I’m afraid to even attempt to pronounce it lest l summon some slumbering demon from the Dark Dimension. Like, are you serious? Did you make that abomination on purpose? ‘Cause, if you did, you should work for the Secret Service Intelligence Agency by coming up with codes and ciphers. I doubt there’s a cryptologist alive that could solve that enigma. I’m speechless. I really am. I’ve seen slime trails left by snails with more legibility than that. Where does language even stand in the aftermath of this cataclysm? If you wanna know what I thi—”

Kanata woke up in a cornfield.

>> No.42547796

>>42547791
*takes anon's virginity*
done

>> No.42547798

>>42547789
https://twitter.com/tyo_3rin/status/1616842083352064000
Too late, putting her to work.

>> No.42547799

>>42547783
God imagine taking a drunk Matsuri home and repeatedly creampieing her until she passes out then stealing all the cash out of her wallet

>> No.42547802

>>42547770
cats do enjoy farm life so it would probably work

>> No.42547804

>literal spam
no reaction
>say n*gger or ind*g
immediate deletion and three days ban
https://litter.catbox.moe/4ftc6g.png

>> No.42547805

nice thread jpcels

>> No.42547806

>>42547782
https://files.catbox.moe/u92uwp.mp4

>> No.42547809 [DELETED] 

Kanata liked her coffee iced. Every morning she’d fight her way through the maze of empty cardboard boxes that occupied most of the square footage of her apartment. When she'd find the freezer, she’d grab a handful of ice, crush it into smithereens, and sprinkle them into her Gorilla Gulp coffee cup.

She liked to read mail flyers when she had her morning coffee. At worst, they entertained her. At best, they led to interesting experiences. On one particular morning, she found herself scanning an advertisement for a calligraphy instructor. Attached at the bottom was a cut-out coupon for one free calligraphy lesson.

Kanata read the copy aloud, just for the heck of it. “‘Sakamata’s sublime script-supplements succor students seeking soulful satisfaction. P.S. No refunds.’” She paused and let the words slither in the air. “What the hell kinda name is ‘Sakamata’?” She picked up an apple and crushed it in her right hand over her open mouth and let the juice drip into her gullet. When the unfortunate fruit was little more than skin and pulp, she threw it over her shoulder where it hit a tower of cardboard boxes, knocking them over with a crash. “Calligraphy could be fun,” she said after wiping the apple juice from her chin. She tore the coupon off the flyer.

At the appointed time, Kanata found herself the only student in a small recreation center classroom, sized for knitting circles and small book clubs. She sat at a writing desk feeling like she was in middle school again. There was a blackboard on the wall in front of her and someone had drawn a doodle of a killer whale encircled by stink lines and flies.

Kanata was in the midst of deciphering the doodle when the code was cracked by an odor so foul it brought tears to her eyes faster than stubbing her toe while watching the beginning of Pixar’s Up. She jumped to her feet, knocking over her chair, and rushed to open a window. In her desperation, she forgot to unlock the latch and, with the strength of a cyber-enhanced silverback, broke the frame, window, and wall all in one go. The fresh outside air that gushed in diluted the smell just enough to breathe, and Kanata regained enough composure to curse the frailty of humankind and their feeble constructions.

Behind her, the door swung wide and a silver-haired young woman wearing a black hood stood in the doorway like a bounty hunter after kicking in the swinging gates of an old-time saloon. After studying Kanata with the sangfroid of a trained killer, she said, “Is that a draught I feel?”

Kanata looked back behind her at the gaping hole in the wall. She spun back around. “That was there when I got here.”

“I see.” The young woman studied her from across the classroom for a few calculated moments, then shrugged and walked in and up to the blackboard. In a less murderous tone of voice, she asked, “Are you here for the lessons?”

Kanata scampered back to her desk like a child sprinting for the Christmas tree on Christmas morning. She righted her chair, sat down, and interlaced her fingers on top of the desk. "Yes.”

The young woman smiled at her. “Have you had calligraphy lessons before?”

“No, this is my first time.”

“How nice.” The young woman stared out of the hole in the wall. “I remember my first lesson. I had a disagreement with the instructor.” She laughed and looked at Kanata. “They called my writing messy. Can you believe that? Some people don’t deserve eyes if they can’t recognize elegance when they see it.”

The word ‘DANGER’ ran screaming, sirens blazing, over the tarmac of Kanata’s mind. She laughed nervously and gave a dry cough. “Yeah, some people can be real jerks.”

The young woman gave her a smile that was the equivalent of a cyanide-laced sugar pie. “Let’s hope you’re not one of them.” She turned and began scratching her name on the blackboard with a piece of white chalk.

When Kanata saw the end result, she just could not help herself.

“Dear God, is that an incantation to Baal, Lord of Lies, written in the nigh indecipherable tongue of the ancient Phoenicians? I’m afraid to even attempt to pronounce it lest I summon some slumbering demon from the Dark Dimension. Like, are you serious? Did you make that abomination on purpose? ‘Cause, if you did, you should work for the Secret Service Intelligence Agency by coming up with codes and ciphers. I doubt there’s a cryptologist alive that could solve that enigma. I’m speechless. I really am. l’ve seen slime trails left by snails with more legibility than that. Where does language even stand in the aftermath of this cataclysm? If you wanna know what I thi—”

Kanata woke up in a cornfield.

>> No.42547810

Holy shit the spamming is all across boards
Like they (most fucking probably Chinks) are spamming some idiotic shit you can't even make out the reason

>> No.42547812

ban me now. ban me, fucking SEA. do it.

>> No.42547813

How did Kanata like her coffee?

>> No.42547815

>>42547806
is it normal to be terrified yet aroused by Sora?

>> No.42547816
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>> No.42547818

>>42547804
thin-skinned monkeys

>> No.42547820

>>42547798
i came suddenly

>> No.42547822

Kanata is too loud

>> No.42547824

GODmin

>> No.42547826

Kanata owes me ASMR

>> No.42547831

>>42547802
Plenty of mice in the fields to keep them happy, yeah.
Okayu really belongs to the countryside I suppose.

>> No.42547833

>>42547815
Hmm....
I guess not

>> No.42547837

>>42547831
imagine being a farm mouse and getting caught by okayu haha

>> No.42547838 [DELETED] 

Kanata liked her coffee iced. Every morning she’d fight her way through the maze of empty cardboard boxes that occupied most of the square footage of her apartment. When she'd find the freezer, she’d grab a handful of ice, crush it into smithereens, and sprinkle them into her Gorilla Gulp coffee cup.

She liked to read mail flyers when she had her morning coffee. At worst, they entertained her. At best, they led to interesting experiences. On one particular morning, she found herself scanning an advertisement for a calligraphy instructor. Attached at the bottom was a cut-out coupon for one free calligraphy lesson.

Kanata read the copy aloud, just for the heck of it. “‘Sakamata’s sublime script-supplements succor students seeking soulful satisfaction. P.S. No refunds.’” She paused and let the words slither in the air. “What the hell kinda name is ‘Sakamata’?” She picked up an apple and crushed it in her right hand over her open mouth and let the juice drip into her gullet. When the unfortunate fruit was little more than skin and pulp, she threw it over her shoulder where it hit a tower of cardboard boxes, knocking them over with a crash. “Calligraphy could be fun,” she said after wiping the apple juice from her chin. She tore the coupon off the flyer.

At the appointed time, Kanata found herself the only student in a small recreation center classroom, sized for knitting circles and small book clubs. She sat at a writing desk feeling like she was in middle school again. There was a blackboard on the wall in front of her and someone had drawn a doodle of a killer whale encircled by stink lines and flies.

Kanata was in the midst of deciphering the doodle when the code was cracked by an odor so foul it brought tears to her eyes faster than stubbing her toe while watching the beginning of Pixar’s Up. She jumped to her feet, knocking over her chair, and rushed to open a window. In her desperation, she forgot to unlock the latch and, with the strength of a cyber-enhanced silverback, broke the frame, window, and wall all in one go. The fresh outside air that gushed in diluted the smell just enough to breathe, and Kanata regained enough composure to curse the frailty of humankind and their feeble constructions.

Behind her, the door swung wide and a silver-haired young woman wearing a black hood stood in the doorway like a bounty hunter after kicking in the swinging gates of an old-time saloon. After studying Kanata with the sangfroid of a trained killer, she said, “Is that a draught I feel?”

Kanata looked back behind her at the gaping hole in the wall. She spun back around. “That was there when I got here.”

“I see.” The young woman studied her from across the classroom for a few calculated moments, then shrugged and walked in and up to the blackboard. In a less murderous tone of voice, she asked, “Are you here for the lessons?”

Kanata scampered back to her desk like a child sprinting for the Christmas tree on Christmas morning. She righted her chair, sat down, and interlaced her fingers on top of the desk. "Yes.”

The young woman smiled at her. “Have you had calligraphy lessons before?”

“No, this is my first time.”

“How nice.” The young woman stared out of the hole in the wall. “I remember my first lesson. I had a disagreement with the instructor.” She laughed and looked at Kanata. “They called my writing messy. Can you believe that? Some people don’t deserve eyes if they can’t recognize elegance when they see it.”

The word ‘DANGER’ ran screaming, sirens blazing, over the tarmac of Kanata’s mind. She laughed nervously and gave a dry cough. “Yeah, some people can be real jerks.”

The young woman gave her a smile that was the equivalent of a cyanide-laced sugar pie. “Let’s hope you’re not one of them.” She turned and began scratching her name on the blackboard with a piece of white chalk.

When Kanata saw the end result, she just could not help herself.

“Dear God, is that an incantation to Baal, Lord of Lies, written in the nigh indecipherable tongue of the ancient Phoenicians? I’m afraid to even attempt to pronounce it lest I summon some slumbering demon from the Dark Dimension. Like, are you serious? Did you make that abomination on purpose? ‘Cause, if you did, you should work for the Secret Service Intelligence Agency by coming up with codes and ciphers. I doubt there’s a cryptologist alive that could solve that enigma. I’m speechless. I really am. I’ve seen slime trails left by snails with more legibility than that. Where does language even stand in the aftermath of this cataclysm? If you wanna know what I thi—”

Kanata woke up in a cornfield.

>> No.42547839

>>42547804
4chan has always hated racism chud. We love our brown SEAfriends and their resourceful cuisine of environmentally conscious recycling :)

>> No.42547840

I guess janny isn't awake anymore

>> No.42547846

>>42547831
I want to hear more of Okayu's country-bumpkin dialect.

>> No.42547847

>>42547837
anon_gets_maimed.jpg

>> No.42547848

why ensharts why

I hope this works

>> No.42547849 [DELETED] 

Kanata liked her coffee iced. Every morning she’d fight her way through the maze of empty cardboard boxes that occupied most of the square footage of her apartment. When she'd find the freezer, she’d grab a handful of ice, crush it into smithereens, and sprinkle them into her GorilIa Gulp coffee cup.

She liked to read mail flyers when she had her morning coffee. At worst, they entertained her. At best, they led to interesting experiences. On one particular morning, she found herself scanning an advertisement for a calligraphy instructor. Attached at the bottom was a cut-out coupon for one free calligraphy lesson.

Kanata read the copy aloud, just for the heck of it. “‘Sakamata’s sublime script-supplements succor students seeking soulful satisfaction. P.S. No refunds.’” She paused and let the words slither in the air. “What the hell kinda name is ‘Sakamata’?” She picked up an apple and crushed it in her right hand over her open mouth and let the juice drip into her gullet. When the unfortunate fruit was little more than skin and pulp, she threw it over her shoulder where it hit a tower of cardboard boxes, knocking them over with a crash. “Calligraphy could be fun,” she said after wiping the apple juice from her chin. She tore the coupon off the flyer.

At the appointed time, Kanata found herself the only student in a small recreation center classroom, sized for knitting circles and small book clubs. She sat at a writing desk feeling like she was in middle school again. There was a blackboard on the wall in front of her and someone had drawn a doodle of a killer whale encircled by stink lines and flies.

Kanata was in the midst of deciphering the doodle when the code was cracked by an odor so foul it brought tears to her eyes faster than stubbing her toe while watching the beginning of Pixar’s Up. She jumped to her feet, knocking over her chair, and rushed to open a window. In her desperation, she forgot to unlock the latch and, with the strength of a cyber-enhanced silverback, broke the frame, window, and wall all in one go. The fresh outside air that gushed in diluted the smell just enough to breathe, and Kanata regained enough composure to curse the frailty of humankind and their feeble constructions.

Behind her, the door swung wide and a silver-haired young woman wearing a black hood stood in the doorway like a bounty hunter after kicking in the swinging gates of an old-time saloon. After studying Kanata with the sangfroid of a trained killer, she said, “Is that a draught I feel?”

Kanata looked back behind her at the gaping hole in the wall. She spun back around. “That was there when I got here.”

“I see.” The young woman studied her from across the classroom for a few calculated moments, then shrugged and walked in and up to the blackboard. In a less murderous tone of voice, she asked, “Are you here for the lessons?”

Kanata scampered back to her desk like a child sprinting for the Christmas tree on Christmas morning. She righted her chair, sat down, and interlaced her fingers on top of the desk. "Yes.”

The young woman smiled at her. “Have you had calligraphy lessons before?”

“No, this is my first time.”

“How nice.” The young woman stared out of the hole in the wall. “I remember my first lesson. I had a disagreement with the instructor.” She laughed and looked at Kanata. “They called my writing messy. Can you believe that? Some people don’t deserve eyes if they can’t recognize elegance when they see it.”

The word ‘DANGER’ ran screaming, sirens blazing, over the tarmac of Kanata’s mind. She laughed nervously and gave a dry cough. “Yeah, some people can be real jerks.”

The young woman gave her a smile that was the equivalent of a cyanide-laced sugar pie. “Let’s hope you’re not one of them.” She turned and began scratching her name on the blackboard with a piece of white chalk.

When Kanata saw the end result, she just could not help herself.

“Dear God, is that an incantation to Baal, Lord of Lies, written in the nigh indecipherable tongue of the ancient Phoenicians? I’m afraid to even attempt to pronounce it lest I summon some slumbering demon from the Dark Dimension. Like, are you serious? Did you make that abomination on purpose? ‘Cause, if you did, you should work for the Secret Service Intelligence Agency by coming up with codes and ciphers. I doubt there’s a cryptologist alive that could solve that enigma. I’m speechless. I really am. I’ve seen slime trails left by snails with more legibility than that. Where does language even stand in the aftermath of this cataclysm? If you wanna know what I thi—”

Kanata woke up in a cornfield.

>> No.42547854

>>42547837
I definitely don't want such a terrifying experience to happen to me haha
https://litter.catbox.moe/92x3p9.png

>> No.42547855 [DELETED] 

Kanata liked her coffee iced. Every morning she’d fight her way through the maze of empty cardboard boxes that occupied most of the square footage of her apartment. When she'd find the freezer, she’d grab a handful of ice, crush it into smithereens, and sprinkle them into her Gorilla Gulp coffee cup.

She liked to read mail flyers when she had her morning coffee. At worst, they entertained her. At best, they led to interesting experiences. On one particular morning, she found herself scanning an advertisement for a calligraphy instructor. Attached at the bottom was a cut-out coupon for one free calligraphy lesson.

Kanata read the copy aloud, just for the heck of it. “‘Sakamata’s sublime script-supplements succor students seeking soulful satisfaction. P.S. No refunds.’” She paused and let the words slither in the air. “What the hell kinda name is ‘Sakamata’?” She picked up an apple and crushed it in her right hand over her open mouth and let the juice drip into her gullet. When the unfortunate fruit was little more than skin and pulp, she threw it over her shoulder where it hit a tower of cardboard boxes, knocking them over with a crash. “Calligraphy could be fun,” she said after wiping the apple juice from her chin. She tore the coupon off the flyer.

At the appointed time, Kanata found herself the only student in a small recreation center classroom, sized for knitting circles and small book clubs. She sat at a writing desk feeling like she was in middle school again. There was a blackboard on the wall in front of her and someone had drawn a doodle of a killer whale encircled by stink lines and flies.

Kanata was in the midst of deciphering the doodle when the code was cracked by an odor so foul it brought tears to her eyes faster than stubbing her toe while watching the beginning of Pixar’s Up. She jumped to her feet, knocking over her chair, and rushed to open a window. In her desperation, she forgot to unlock the latch and, with the strength of a cyber-enhanced silverback, broke the frame, window, and wall all in one go. The fresh outside air that gushed in diluted the smell just enough to breathe, and Kanata regained enough composure to curse the frailty of humankind and their feeble constructions.

Behind her, the door swung wide and a silver-haired young woman wearing a black hood stood in the doorway like a bounty hunter after kicking in the swinging gates of an old-time saloon. After studying Kanata with the sangfroid of a trained killer, she said, “Is that a draught I feel?”

Kanata looked back behind her at the gaping hole in the wall. She spun back around. “That was there when I got here.”

“I see.” The young woman studied her from across the classroom for a few calculated moments, then shrugged and walked in and up to the blackboard. In a less murderous tone of voice, she asked, “Are you here for the lessons?”

Kanata scampered back to her desk like a child sprinting for the Christmas tree on Christmas morning. She righted her chair, sat down, and interlaced her fingers on top of the desk. "Yes.”

The young woman smiled at her. “Have you had calligraphy lessons before?”

“No, this is my first time.”

“How nice.” The young woman stared out of the hole in the wall. “I remember my first lesson. I had a disagreement with the instructor.” She laughed and looked at Kanata. “They called my writing messy. Can you believe that? Some people don’t deserve eyes if they can’t recognize elegance when they see it.”

The word ‘DANGER’ ran screaming, sirens blazing, over the tarmac of Kanata’s mind. She laughed nervously and gave a dry cough. “Yeah, some people can be real jerks.”

The young woman gave her a smile that was the equivalent of a cyanide-laced sugar pie. “Let’s hope you’re not one of them.” She turned and began scratching her name on the blackboard with a piece of white chalk.

When Kanata saw the end result, she just could not help herself.

“Dear God, is that an incantation to Baal, Lord of Lies, written in the nigh indecipherable tongue of the ancient Phoenicians? I’m afraid to even attempt to pronounce it lest I summon some slumbering demon from the Dark Dimension. Like, are you serious? Did you make that abomination on purpose? ‘Cause, if you did, you should work for the Secret Service Intelligence Agency by coming up with codes and ciphers. I doubt there’s a cryptologist alive that could solve that enigma. I’m speechless. I really am. I’ve seen slime trails left by snails with more legibility than that. Where does language even stand in the aftermath of this catacIysm? If you wanna know what I thi—”

Kanata woke up in a cornfield.

>> No.42547858

>>42547804
It's funny because "ch*nk", "g**k" or "sp*c" are also racial slurs but they don't get banned unlike the i-word which isn't even a racial slur

>> No.42547859

heimins won

>> No.42547861 [DELETED] 

Kanata liked her coffee iced. Every morning she’d fight her way through the maze of empty cardboard boxes that occupied most of the square footage of her apartment. When she'd find the freezer, she’d grab a handful of ice, crush it into smithereens, and sprinkle them into her Gorilla Gulp coffee cup.

She liked to read mail flyers when she had her morning coffee. At worst, they entertained her. At best, they led to interesting experiences. On one particular morning, she found herself scanning an advertisement for a calligraphy instructor. Attached at the bottom was a cut-out coupon for one free calligraphy lesson.

Kanata read the copy aloud, just for the heck of it. “‘Sakamata’s sublime script-supplements succor students seeking soulful satisfaction. P.S. No refunds.’” She paused and let the words slither in the air. “What the hell kinda name is ‘Sakamata’?” She picked up an apple and crushed it in her right hand over her open mouth and let the juice drip into her gullet. When the unfortunate fruit was little more than skin and pulp, she threw it over her shoulder where it hit a tower of cardboard boxes, knocking them over with a crash. “Calligraphy could be fun,” she said after wiping the apple juice from her chin. She tore the coupon off the flyer.

At the appointed time, Kanata found herself the only student in a small recreation center classroom, sized for knitting circles and small book clubs. She sat at a writing desk feeling like she was in middle school again. There was a blackboard on the wall in front of her and someone had drawn a doodle of a killer whale encircled by stink lines and flies.

Kanata was in the midst of deciphering the doodle when the code was cracked by an odor so foul it brought tears to her eyes faster than stubbing her toe while watching the beginning of Pixar’s Up. She jumped to her feet, knocking over her chair, and rushed to open a window. In her desperation, she forgot to unlock the latch and, with the strength of a cyber-enhanced silverback, broke the frame, window, and wall all in one go. The fresh outside air that gushed in diluted the smell just enough to breathe, and Kanata regained enough composure to curse the frailty of humankind and their feeble constructions.

Behind her, the door swung wide and a silver-haired young woman wearing a black hood stood in the doorway like a bounty hunter after kicking in the swinging gates of an old-time saloon. After studying Kanata with the sangfroid of a trained killer, she said, “Is that a draught I feel?”

Kanata looked back behind her at the gaping hole in the wall. She spun back around. “That was there when I got here.”

“I see.” The young woman studied her from across the classroom for a few calculated moments, then shrugged and walked in and up to the blackboard. In a less murderous tone of voice, she asked, “Are you here for the lessons?”

Kanata scampered back to her desk like a child sprinting for the Christmas tree on Christmas morning. She righted her chair, sat down, and interlaced her fingers on top of the desk. "Yes.”

The young woman smiled at her. “Have you had calligraphy lessons before?”

“No, this is my first time.”

“How nice.” The young woman stared out of the hole in the wall. “I remember my first lesson. I had a disagreement with the instructor.” She laughed and looked at Kanata. “They called my writing messy. Can you believe that? Some people don’t deserve eyes if they can’t recognize elegance when they see it.”

The word ‘DANGER’ ran screaming, sirens blazing, over the tarmac of Kanata’s mind. She laughed nervously and gave a dry cough. “Yeah, some people can be real jerks.”

The young woman gave her a smile that was the equivalent of a cyanide-laced sugar pie. “Let’s hope you’re not one of them.” She turned and began scratching her name on the blackboard with a piece of white chalk.

When Kanata saw the end result, she just could not help herself.

“Dear God, is that an incantation to Baal, Lord of Lies, written in the nigh indecipherable tongue of the ancient Phoenicians? l’m afraid to even attempt to pronounce it lest I summon some slumbering demon from the Dark Dimension. Like, are you serious? Did you make that abomination on purpose? ‘Cause, if you did, you should work for the Secret Service Intelligence Agency by coming up with codes and ciphers. I doubt there’s a cryptologist alive that could solve that enigma. I’m speechless. I really am. I’ve seen slime trails left by snails with more legibility than that. Where does language even stand in the aftermath of this cataclysm? If you wanna know what I thi—”

Kanata woke up in a cornfield.

>> No.42547864

Yuckymen sending a superchat to Watame...

>> No.42547865

>>42547799
You’re never going to have sex ever you loser

>> No.42547867 [DELETED] 

Kanata liked her coffee iced. Every morning she’d fight her way through the maze of empty cardboard boxes that occupied most of the square footage of her apartment. When she'd find the freezer, she’d grab a handful of ice, crush it into smithereens, and sprinkle them into her Gorilla Gulp coffee cup.

She liked to read mail flyers when she had her morning coffee. At worst, they entertained her. At best, they led to interesting experiences. On one particular morning, she found herself scanning an advertisement for a calligraphy instructor. Attached at the bottom was a cut-out coupon for one free calligraphy lesson.

Kanata read the copy aloud, just for the heck of it. “‘Sakamata’s sublime script-supplements succor students seeking soulful satisfaction. P.S. No refunds.’” She paused and let the words slither in the air. “What the hell kinda name is ‘Sakamata’?” She picked up an apple and crushed it in her right hand over her open mouth and let the juice drip into her gullet. When the unfortunate fruit was little more than skin and pulp, she threw it over her shoulder where it hit a tower of cardboard boxes, knocking them over with a crash. “Calligraphy could be fun,” she said after wiping the apple juice from her chin. She tore the coupon off the flyer.

At the appointed time, Kanata found herself the only student in a small recreation center classroom, sized for knitting circles and small book clubs. She sat at a writing desk feeling like she was in middle school again. There was a blackboard on the wall in front of her and someone had drawn a doodle of a killer whale encircled by stink lines and flies.

Kanata was in the midst of deciphering the doodle when the code was cracked by an odor so foul it brought tears to her eyes faster than stubbing her toe while watching the beginning of Pixar’s Up. She jumped to her feet, knocking over her chair, and rushed to open a window. In her desperation, she forgot to unlock the latch and, with the strength of a cyber-enhanced silverback, broke the frame, window, and wall all in one go. The fresh outside air that gushed in diluted the smell just enough to breathe, and Kanata regained enough composure to curse the frailty of humankind and their feeble constructions.

Behind her, the door swung wide and a silver-haired young woman wearing a black hood stood in the doorway like a bounty hunter after kicking in the swinging gates of an old-time saloon. After studying Kanata with the sangfroid of a trained killer, she said, “Is that a draught I feel?”

Kanata looked back behind her at the gaping hole in the wall. She spun back around. “That was there when I got here.”

“I see.” The young woman studied her from across the classroom for a few calculated moments, then shrugged and walked in and up to the blackboard. In a less murderous tone of voice, she asked, “Are you here for the lessons?”

Kanata scampered back to her desk like a child sprinting for the Christmas tree on Christmas morning. She righted her chair, sat down, and interlaced her fingers on top of the desk. "Yes.”

The young woman smiled at her. “Have you had calligraphy lessons before?”

“No, this is my first time.”

“How nice.” The young woman stared out of the hole in the wall. “I remember my first lesson. I had a disagreement with the instructor.” She laughed and looked at Kanata. “They called my writing messy. Can you believe that? Some people don’t deserve eyes if they can’t recognize elegance when they see it.”

The word ‘DANGER’ ran screaming, sirens blazing, over the tarmac of Kanata’s mind. She laughed nervously and gave a dry cough. “Yeah, some people can be real jerks.”

The young woman gave her a smile that was the equivalent of a cyanide-laced sugar pie. “Let’s hope you’re not one of them.” She turned and began scratching her name on the blackboard with a piece of white chalk.

When Kanata saw the end result, she just could not heIp herself.

“Dear God, is that an incantation to Baal, Lord of Lies, written in the nigh indecipherable tongue of the ancient Phoenicians? I’m afraid to even attempt to pronounce it lest I summon some slumbering demon from the Dark Dimension. Like, are you serious? Did you make that abomination on purpose? ‘Cause, if you did, you should work for the Secret Service Intelligence Agency by coming up with codes and ciphers. I doubt there’s a cryptologist alive that could solve that enigma. I’m speechless. I really am. I’ve seen slime trails left by snails with more legibility than that. Where does language even stand in the aftermath of this cataclysm? If you wanna know what I thi—”

Kanata woke up in a cornfield.

>> No.42547868

>>42547848
O gura where art thou

>> No.42547870

Didn't ask enshart

>> No.42547871

>>42547864
Watame is basically Lamy lite so you can't really blame them.

>> No.42547873

>>42547865
But I've already had multiple girlfriends

>> No.42547874 [DELETED] 

Kanata liked her coffee iced. Every morning she’d fight her way through the maze of empty cardboard boxes that occupied most of the square footage of her apartment. When she'd find the freezer, she’d grab a handful of ice, crush it into smithereens, and sprinkle them into her Gorilla Gulp coffee cup.

She liked to read mail flyers when she had her morning coffee. At worst, they entertained her. At best, they led to interesting experiences. On one particular morning, she found herself scanning an advertisement for a calligraphy instructor. Attached at the bottom was a cut-out coupon for one free calligraphy lesson.

Kanata read the copy aloud, just for the heck of it. “‘Sakamata’s sublime script-supplements succor students seeking soulful satisfaction. P.S. No refunds.’” She paused and let the words slither in the air. “What the hell kinda name is ‘Sakamata’?” She picked up an apple and crushed it in her right hand over her open mouth and let the juice drip into her gullet. When the unfortunate fruit was little more than skin and pulp, she threw it over her shoulder where it hit a tower of cardboard boxes, knocking them over with a crash. “Calligraphy could be fun,” she said after wiping the apple juice from her chin. She tore the coupon off the flyer.

At the appointed time, Kanata found herself the only student in a small recreation center classroom, sized for knitting circles and small book clubs. She sat at a writing desk feeling like she was in middle school again. There was a blackboard on the wall in front of her and someone had drawn a doodle of a killer whale encircled by stink lines and flies.

Kanata was in the midst of deciphering the doodle when the code was cracked by an odor so foul it brought tears to her eyes faster than stubbing her toe while watching the beginning of Pixar’s Up. She jumped to her feet, knocking over her chair, and rushed to open a window. In her desperation, she forgot to unlock the latch and, with the strength of a cyber-enhanced silverback, broke the frame, window, and wall all in one go. The fresh outside air that gushed in diluted the smell just enough to breathe, and Kanata regained enough composure to curse the frailty of humankind and their feeble constructions.

Behind her, the door swung wide and a silver-haired young woman wearing a black hood stood in the doorway like a bounty hunter after kicking in the swinging gates of an old-time saloon. After studying Kanata with the sangfroid of a trained killer, she said, “Is that a draught I feel?”

Kanata looked back behind her at the gaping hole in the wall. She spun back around. “That was there when I got here.”

“l see.” The young woman studied her from across the classroom for a few calculated moments, then shrugged and walked in and up to the blackboard. In a less murderous tone of voice, she asked, “Are you here for the lessons?”

Kanata scampered back to her desk like a child sprinting for the Christmas tree on Christmas morning. She righted her chair, sat down, and interlaced her fingers on top of the desk. "Yes.”

The young woman smiled at her. “Have you had calligraphy lessons before?”

“No, this is my first time.”

“How nice.” The young woman stared out of the hole in the wall. “I remember my first lesson. I had a disagreement with the instructor.” She laughed and looked at Kanata. “They called my writing messy. Can you believe that? Some people don’t deserve eyes if they can’t recognize elegance when they see it.”

The word ‘DANGER’ ran screaming, sirens blazing, over the tarmac of Kanata’s mind. She laughed nervously and gave a dry cough. “Yeah, some people can be real jerks.”

The young woman gave her a smile that was the equivalent of a cyanide-laced sugar pie. “Let’s hope you’re not one of them.” She turned and began scratching her name on the blackboard with a piece of white chalk.

When Kanata saw the end result, she just could not help herself.

“Dear God, is that an incantation to Baal, Lord of Lies, written in the nigh indecipherable tongue of the ancient Phoenicians? I’m afraid to even attempt to pronounce it lest I summon some slumbering demon from the Dark Dimension. Like, are you serious? Did you make that abomination on purpose? ‘Cause, if you did, you should work for the Secret Service Intelligence Agency by coming up with codes and ciphers. I doubt there’s a cryptologist alive that could solve that enigma. I’m speechless. I really am. I’ve seen slime trails left by snails with more legibility than that. Where does language even stand in the aftermath of this cataclysm? If you wanna know what I thi—”

Kanata woke up in a cornfield.

>> No.42547876

bring back the guy talking about killing luna

>> No.42547878

>>42547873
All me btw.

>> No.42547880

>>42547873
Hahahaha stop lying you dweeb

>> No.42547882 [DELETED] 

Kanata liked her coffee iced. Every morning she’d fight her way through the maze of empty cardboard boxes that occupied most of the square footage of her apartment. When she'd find the freezer, she’d grab a handful of ice, crush it into smithereens, and sprinkle them into her Gorilla Gulp coffee cup.

She liked to read mail flyers when she had her morning coffee. At worst, they entertained her. At best, they led to interesting experiences. On one particular morning, she found herself scanning an advertisement for a calligraphy instructor. Attached at the bottom was a cut-out coupon for one free calligraphy lesson.

Kanata read the copy aloud, just for the heck of it. “‘Sakamata’s sublime script-supplements succor students seeking soulful satisfaction. P.S. No refunds.’” She paused and let the words slither in the air. “What the hell kinda name is ‘Sakamata’?” She picked up an apple and crushed it in her right hand over her open mouth and let the juice drip into her gullet. When the unfortunate fruit was little more than skin and pulp, she threw it over her shoulder where it hit a tower of cardboard boxes, knocking them over with a crash. “Calligraphy could be fun,” she said after wiping the apple juice from her chin. She tore the coupon off the flyer.

At the appointed time, Kanata found herself the only student in a small recreation center classroom, sized for knitting circles and small book clubs. She sat at a writing desk feeling like she was in middle school again. There was a blackboard on the wall in front of her and someone had drawn a doodle of a killer whale encircled by stink lines and flies.

Kanata was in the midst of deciphering the doodle when the code was cracked by an odor so foul it brought tears to her eyes faster than stubbing her toe while watching the beginning of Pixar’s Up. She jumped to her feet, knocking over her chair, and rushed to open a window. In her desperation, she forgot to unlock the latch and, with the strength of a cyber-enhanced silverback, broke the frame, window, and wall all in one go. The fresh outside air that gushed in diluted the smell just enough to breathe, and Kanata regained enough composure to curse the frailty of humankind and their feeble constructions.

Behind her, the door swung wide and a silver-haired young woman wearing a black hood stood in the doorway like a bounty hunter after kicking in the swinging gates of an old-time saloon. After studying Kanata with the sangfroid of a trained killer, she said, “Is that a draught I feel?”

Kanata looked back behind her at the gaping hole in the wall. She spun back around. “That was there when I got here.”

“I see.” The young woman studied her from across the classroom for a few calculated moments, then shrugged and walked in and up to the blackboard. In a less murderous tone of voice, she asked, “Are you here for the lessons?”

Kanata scampered back to her desk like a child sprinting for the Christmas tree on Christmas morning. She righted her chair, sat down, and interlaced her fingers on top of the desk. "Yes.”

The young woman smiled at her. “Have you had calligraphy lessons before?”

“No, this is my first time.”

“How nice.” The young woman stared out of the hole in the wall. “l remember my first lesson. I had a disagreement with the instructor.” She laughed and looked at Kanata. “They called my writing messy. Can you believe that? Some people don’t deserve eyes if they can’t recognize elegance when they see it.”

The word ‘DANGER’ ran screaming, sirens blazing, over the tarmac of Kanata’s mind. She laughed nervously and gave a dry cough. “Yeah, some people can be real jerks.”

The young woman gave her a smile that was the equivalent of a cyanide-laced sugar pie. “Let’s hope you’re not one of them.” She turned and began scratching her name on the blackboard with a piece of white chalk.

When Kanata saw the end result, she just could not help herself.

“Dear God, is that an incantation to Baal, Lord of Lies, written in the nigh indecipherable tongue of the ancient Phoenicians? I’m afraid to even attempt to pronounce it lest I summon some slumbering demon from the Dark Dimension. Like, are you serious? Did you make that abomination on purpose? ‘Cause, if you did, you should work for the Secret Service Intelligence Agency by coming up with codes and ciphers. I doubt there’s a cryptologist alive that could solve that enigma. I’m speechless. I really am. I’ve seen slime trails left by snails with more legibility than that. Where does language even stand in the aftermath of this cataclysm? If you wanna know what I thi—”

Kanata woke up in a cornfield.

>> No.42547884

>>42547878
I'll never forgive you

>> No.42547886

Bring back luluposting

>> No.42547887

>>42547876
I reported him to cover so I hope the idiot gets fucked and kill’s himself

>> No.42547889

SPAM EN WHORE CHATS YOU FUCKING MORONS

>> No.42547891

>>42547873
Multiple human girlfriends?

>> No.42547893 [DELETED] 

Kanata liked her coffee iced. Every morning she’d fight her way through the maze of empty cardboard boxes that occupied most of the square footage of her apartment. When she'd find the freezer, she’d grab a handful of ice, crush it into smithereens, and sprinkle them into her Gorilla Gulp coffee cup.

She liked to read mail flyers when she had her morning coffee. At worst, they entertained her. At best, they led to interesting experiences. On one particular morning, she found herself scanning an advertisement for a calligraphy instructor. Attached at the bottom was a cut-out coupon for one free calligraphy lesson.

Kanata read the copy aloud, just for the heck of it. “‘Sakamata’s sublime script-supplements succor students seeking soulful satisfaction. P.S. No refunds.’” She paused and let the words slither in the air. “What the hell kinda name is ‘Sakamata’?” She picked up an apple and crushed it in her right hand over her open mouth and let the juice drip into her gullet. When the unfortunate fruit was little more than skin and pulp, she threw it over her shoulder where it hit a tower of cardboard boxes, knocking them over with a crash. “Calligraphy could be fun,” she said after wiping the apple juice from her chin. She tore the coupon off the flyer.

At the appointed time, Kanata found herself the only student in a small recreation center classroom, sized for knitting circles and small book clubs. She sat at a writing desk feeling like she was in middle school again. There was a blackboard on the wall in front of her and someone had drawn a doodle of a killer whale encircled by stink lines and flies.

Kanata was in the midst of deciphering the doodle when the code was cracked by an odor so foul it brought tears to her eyes faster than stubbing her toe while watching the beginning of Pixar’s Up. She jumped to her feet, knocking over her chair, and rushed to open a window. In her desperation, she forgot to unlock the latch and, with the strength of a cyber-enhanced silverback, broke the frame, window, and wall all in one go. The fresh outside air that gushed in diluted the smell just enough to breathe, and Kanata regained enough composure to curse the frailty of humankind and their feeble constructions.

Behind her, the door swung wide and a silver-haired young woman wearing a black hood stood in the doorway like a bounty hunter after kicking in the swinging gates of an old-time saloon. After studying Kanata with the sangfroid of a trained killer, she said, “Is that a draught I feel?”

Kanata looked back behind her at the gaping hole in the wall. She spun back around. “That was there when I got here.”

“I see.” The young woman studied her from across the classroom for a few calculated moments, then shrugged and walked in and up to the blackboard. In a less murderous tone of voice, she asked, “Are you here for the lessons?”

Kanata scampered back to her desk like a child sprinting for the Christmas tree on Christmas morning. She righted her chair, sat down, and interlaced her fingers on top of the desk. "Yes.”

The young woman smiled at her. “Have you had calligraphy lessons before?”

“No, this is my first time.”

“How nice.” The young woman stared out of the hole in the wall. “I remember my first lesson. I had a disagreement with the instructor.” She laughed and looked at Kanata. “They called my writing messy. Can you believe that? Some people don’t deserve eyes if they can’t recognize elegance when they see it.”

The word ‘DANGER’ ran screaming, sirens blazing, over the tarmac of Kanata’s mind. She laughed nervously and gave a dry cough. “Yeah, some people can be real jerks.”

The young woman gave her a smile that was the equivalent of a cyanide-laced sugar pie. “Let’s hope you’re not one of them.” She turned and began scratching her name on the blackboard with a piece of white chalk.

When Kanata saw the end result, she just could not help herself.

“Dear God, is that an incantation to Baal, Lord of Lies, written in the nigh indecipherable tongue of the ancient Phoenicians? I’m afraid to even attempt to pronounce it lest I summon some slumbering demon from the Dark Dimension. Like, are you serious? Did you make that abomination on purpose? ‘Cause, if you did, you should work for the Secret Service Intelligence Agency by coming up with codes and ciphers. I doubt there’s a cryptologist alive that could solve that enigma. I’m speechless. I really am. I’ve seen slime trails left by snails with more legibility than that. Where does language even stand in the aftermath of this cataclysm? If you wanna know what I thi—”

Kanata woke up in a cornfield.

>> No.42547897

*slaps luna's wrists*

>> No.42547898

luna will pay for the crimes of the candy kingdom

>> No.42547901 [DELETED] 

Kanata liked her coffee iced. Every morning she’d fight her way through the maze of empty cardboard boxes that occupied most of the square footage of her apartment. When she'd find the freezer, she’d grab a handful of ice, crush it into smithereens, and sprinkle them into her Gorilla Gulp coffee cup.

She liked to read mail flyers when she had her morning coffee. At worst, they entertained her. At best, they led to interesting experiences. On one particular morning, she found herself scanning an advertisement for a calligraphy instructor. Attached at the bottom was a cut-out coupon for one free calligraphy lesson.

Kanata read the copy aloud, just for the heck of it. “‘Sakamata’s sublime script-supplements succor students seeking soulful satisfaction. P.S. No refunds.’” She paused and let the words slither in the air. “What the hell kinda name is ‘Sakamata’?” She picked up an apple and crushed it in her right hand over her open mouth and let the juice drip into her gullet. When the unfortunate fruit was little more than skin and pulp, she threw it over her shoulder where it hit a tower of cardboard boxes, knocking them over with a crash. “Calligraphy could be fun,” she said after wiping the apple juice from her chin. She tore the coupon off the flyer.

At the appointed time, Kanata found herself the only student in a small recreation center classroom, sized for knitting circles and small book clubs. She sat at a writing desk feeling like she was in middle school again. There was a blackboard on the wall in front of her and someone had drawn a doodle of a killer whale encircled by stink lines and flies.

Kanata was in the midst of deciphering the doodle when the code was cracked by an odor so foul it brought tears to her eyes faster than stubbing her toe while watching the beginning of Pixar’s Up. She jumped to her feet, knocking over her chair, and rushed to open a window. In her desperation, she forgot to unlock the latch and, with the strength of a cyber-enhanced silverback, broke the frame, window, and wall all in one go. The fresh outside air that gushed in diluted the smell just enough to breathe, and Kanata regained enough composure to curse the frailty of humankind and their feeble constructions.

Behind her, the door swung wide and a silver-haired young woman wearing a black hood stood in the doorway like a bounty hunter after kicking in the swinging gates of an old-time saloon. After studying Kanata with the sangfroid of a trained killer, she said, “Is that a draught I feel?”

Kanata looked back behind her at the gaping hole in the wall. She spun back around. “That was there when I got here.”

“I see.” The young woman studied her from across the classroom for a few calculated moments, then shrugged and walked in and up to the blackboard. In a less murderous tone of voice, she asked, “Are you here for the lessons?”

Kanata scampered back to her desk like a child sprinting for the Christmas tree on Christmas morning. She righted her chair, sat down, and interlaced her fingers on top of the desk. "Yes.”

The young woman smiled at her. “Have you had calligraphy lessons before?”

“No, this is my first time.”

“How nice.” The young woman stared out of the hole in the wall. “I remember my first lesson. I had a disagreement with the instructor.” She laughed and looked at Kanata. “They called my writing messy. Can you believe that? Some people don’t deserve eyes if they can’t recognize elegance when they see it.”

The word ‘DANGER’ ran screaming, sirens blazing, over the tarmac of Kanata’s mind. She laughed nervously and gave a dry cough. “Yeah, some people can be real jerks.”

The young woman gave her a smile that was the equivalent of a cyanide-laced sugar pie. “Let’s hope you’re not one of them.” She turned and began scratching her name on the blackboard with a piece of white chalk.

When Kanata saw the end result, she just could not help herself.

“Dear God, is that an incantation to Baal, Lord of Lies, written in the nigh indecipherable tongue of the ancient Phoenicians? I’m afraid to even attempt to pronounce it lest I summon some slumbering demon from the Dark Dimension. Like, are you serious? Did you make that abomination on purpose? ‘Cause, if you did, you should work for the Secret Service Intelligence Agency by coming up with codes and ciphers. I doubt there’s a cryptologist alive that could solve that enigma. I’m speechless. I really am. I’ve seen slime trails left by snails with more legibility than that. Where does language even stand in the aftermath of this cataclysm? If you wanna know what l thi—”

Kanata woke up in a cornfield.

>> No.42547902

>>42547897
nice try those bad boys are the latest on candy kingdom bionic technology you won't even make a scratch

>> No.42547903

Anon has fetal alcohol syndrome

>> No.42547908 [DELETED] 

Kanata liked her coffee iced. Every morning she’d fight her way through the maze of empty cardboard boxes that occupied most of the square footage of her apartment. When she'd find the freezer, she’d grab a handful of ice, crush it into smithereens, and sprinkle them into her Gorilla Gulp coffee cup.

She liked to read mail flyers when she had her morning coffee. At worst, they entertained her. At best, they led to interesting experiences. On one particular morning, she found herself scanning an advertisement for a calligraphy instructor. Attached at the bottom was a cut-out coupon for one free calligraphy lesson.

Kanata read the copy aloud, just for the heck of it. “‘Sakamata’s sublime script-supplements succor students seeking soulful satisfaction. P.S. No refunds.’” She paused and let the words slither in the air. “What the hell kinda name is ‘Sakamata’?” She picked up an apple and crushed it in her right hand over her open mouth and let the juice drip into her gullet. When the unfortunate fruit was little more than skin and pulp, she threw it over her shoulder where it hit a tower of cardboard boxes, knocking them over with a crash. “Calligraphy could be fun,” she said after wiping the apple juice from her chin. She tore the coupon off the flyer.

At the appointed time, Kanata found herself the only student in a small recreation center classroom, sized for knitting circles and small book clubs. She sat at a writing desk feeling like she was in middle school again. There was a blackboard on the wall in front of her and someone had drawn a doodle of a killer whale encircled by stink lines and flies.

Kanata was in the midst of deciphering the doodle when the code was cracked by an odor so foul it brought tears to her eyes faster than stubbing her toe while watching the beginning of Pixar’s Up. She jumped to her feet, knocking over her chair, and rushed to open a window. In her desperation, she forgot to unlock the latch and, with the strength of a cyber-enhanced silverback, broke the frame, window, and wall all in one go. The fresh outside air that gushed in diluted the smell just enough to breathe, and Kanata regained enough composure to curse the frailty of humankind and their feeble constructions.

Behind her, the door swung wide and a silver-haired young woman wearing a black hood stood in the doorway like a bounty hunter after kicking in the swinging gates of an old-time saloon. After studying Kanata with the sangfroid of a trained killer, she said, “Is that a draught I feel?”

Kanata looked back behind her at the gaping hole in the wall. She spun back around. “That was there when I got here.”

“I see.” The young woman studied her from across the classroom for a few calculated moments, then shrugged and walked in and up to the blackboard. In a less murderous tone of voice, she asked, “Are you here for the lessons?”

Kanata scampered back to her desk like a child sprinting for the Christmas tree on Christmas morning. She righted her chair, sat down, and interlaced her fingers on top of the desk. "Yes.”

The young woman smiled at her. “Have you had calligraphy lessons before?”

“No, this is my first time.”

“How nice.” The young woman stared out of the hole in the wall. “I remember my first lesson. I had a disagreement with the instructor.” She laughed and looked at Kanata. “They called my writing messy. Can you believe that? Some people don’t deserve eyes if they can’t recognize elegance when they see it.”

The word ‘DANGER’ ran screaming, sirens blazing, over the tarmac of Kanata’s mind. She laughed nervously and gave a dry cough. “Yeah, some people can be real jerks.”

The young woman gave her a smile that was the equivalent of a cyanide-laced sugar pie. “Let’s hope you’re not one of them.” She turned and began scratching her name on the blackboard with a piece of white chalk.

When Kanata saw the end result, she just could not help herself.

“Dear God, is that an incantation to Baal, Lord of Lies, written in the nigh indecipherable tongue of the ancient Phoenicians? I’m afraid to even attempt to pronounce it lest I summon some slumbering demon from the Dark Dimension. Like, are you serious? Did you make that abomination on purpose? ‘Cause, if you did, you should work for the Secret Service Intelligence Agency by coming up with codes and ciphers. I doubt there’s a cryptologist alive that could solve that enigma. I’m speechless. I really am. l’ve seen slime trails left by snails with more legibility than that. Where does language even stand in the aftermath of this cataclysm? If you wanna know what I thi—”

Kanata woke up in a cornfield.

>> No.42547913

SHUT UP DONT POST IT AGAIN

>> No.42547914 [DELETED] 

Kanata liked her coffee iced. Every morning she’d fight her way through the maze of empty cardboard boxes that occupied most of the square footage of her apartment. When she'd find the freezer, she’d grab a handful of ice, crush it into smithereens, and sprinkle them into her Gorilla Gulp coffee cup.

She liked to read mail flyers when she had her morning coffee. At worst, they entertained her. At best, they led to interesting experiences. On one particular morning, she found herself scanning an advertisement for a calligraphy instructor. Attached at the bottom was a cut-out coupon for one free calligraphy lesson.

Kanata read the copy aloud, just for the heck of it. “‘Sakamata’s sublime script-supplements succor students seeking soulful satisfaction. P.S. No refunds.’” She paused and let the words slither in the air. “What the hell kinda name is ‘Sakamata’?” She picked up an apple and crushed it in her right hand over her open mouth and let the juice drip into her gullet. When the unfortunate fruit was little more than skin and pulp, she threw it over her shoulder where it hit a tower of cardboard boxes, knocking them over with a crash. “Calligraphy could be fun,” she said after wiping the apple juice from her chin. She tore the coupon off the flyer.

At the appointed time, Kanata found herself the only student in a small recreation center classroom, sized for knitting circles and small book clubs. She sat at a writing desk feeling like she was in middle school again. There was a blackboard on the wall in front of her and someone had drawn a doodle of a killer whale encircled by stink lines and flies.

Kanata was in the midst of deciphering the doodle when the code was cracked by an odor so foul it brought tears to her eyes faster than stubbing her toe while watching the beginning of Pixar’s Up. She jumped to her feet, knocking over her chair, and rushed to open a window. In her desperation, she forgot to unlock the latch and, with the strength of a cyber-enhanced silverback, broke the frame, window, and wall all in one go. The fresh outside air that gushed in diluted the smell just enough to breathe, and Kanata regained enough composure to curse the frailty of humankind and their feeble constructions.

Behind her, the door swung wide and a silver-haired young woman wearing a black hood stood in the doorway like a bounty hunter after kicking in the swinging gates of an old-time saloon. After studying Kanata with the sangfroid of a trained killer, she said, “Is that a draught I feel?”

Kanata looked back behind her at the gaping hole in the wall. She spun back around. “That was there when I got here.”

“I see.” The young woman studied her from across the classroom for a few calculated moments, then shrugged and walked in and up to the blackboard. In a less murderous tone of voice, she asked, “Are you here for the lessons?”

Kanata scampered back to her desk like a child sprinting for the Christmas tree on Christmas morning. She righted her chair, sat down, and interlaced her fingers on top of the desk. "Yes.”

The young woman smiled at her. “Have you had calligraphy lessons before?”

“No, this is my first time.”

“How nice.” The young woman stared out of the hole in the wall. “I remember my first lesson. I had a disagreement with the instructor.” She laughed and looked at Kanata. “They called my writing messy. Can you believe that? Some people don’t deserve eyes if they can’t recognize elegance when they see it.”

The word ‘DANGER’ ran screaming, sirens blazing, over the tarmac of Kanata’s mind. She laughed nervously and gave a dry cough. “Yeah, some people can be real jerks.”

The young woman gave her a smile that was the equivalent of a cyanide-laced sugar pie. “Let’s hope you’re not one of them.” She turned and began scratching her name on the blackboard with a piece of white chalk.

When Kanata saw the end result, she just could not help herself.

“Dear God, is that an incantation to Baal, Lord of Lies, written in the nigh indecipherable tongue of the ancient Phoenicians? I’m afraid to even attempt to pronounce it lest I summon some slumbering demon from the Dark Dimension. Like, are you serious? Did you make that abomination on purpose? ‘Cause, if you did, you should work for the Secret Service Intelligence Agency by coming up with codes and ciphers. I doubt there’s a cryptologist alive that could solve that enigma. I’m speechless. I really am. I’ve seen slime trails left by snails with more legibility than that. Where does language even stand in the aftermath of this cataclysm? lf you wanna know what I thi—”

Kanata woke up in a cornfield.

>> No.42547919

good thread

>> No.42547921

holy shit
heimins literally winning

>> No.42547923 [DELETED] 

>>42547658
>>42547700
Not hololive
I repeat
NOT HOLOLIVE

>> No.42547924 [DELETED] 

Kanata liked her coffee iced. Every morning she’d fight her way through the maze of empty cardboard boxes that occupied most of the square footage of her apartment. When she'd find the freezer, she’d grab a handful of ice, crush it into smithereens, and sprinkle them into her Gorilla Gulp coffee cup.

She liked to read mail flyers when she had her morning coffee. At worst, they entertained her. At best, they led to interesting experiences. On one particular morning, she found herself scanning an advertisement for a calligraphy instructor. Attached at the bottom was a cut-out coupon for one free calligraphy lesson.

Kanata read the copy aloud, just for the heck of it. “‘Sakamata’s sublime script-supplements succor students seeking soulful satisfaction. P.S. No refunds.’” She paused and let the words slither in the air. “What the hell kinda name is ‘Sakamata’?” She picked up an apple and crushed it in her right hand over her open mouth and let the juice drip into her gullet. When the unfortunate fruit was little more than skin and pulp, she threw it over her shoulder where it hit a tower of cardboard boxes, knocking them over with a crash. “Calligraphy could be fun,” she said after wiping the apple juice from her chin. She tore the coupon off the flyer.

At the appointed time, Kanata found herself the only student in a small recreation center classroom, sized for knitting circles and small book clubs. She sat at a writing desk feeling like she was in middle school again. There was a blackboard on the wall in front of her and someone had drawn a doodle of a killer whale encircled by stink lines and flies.

Kanata was in the midst of deciphering the doodle when the code was cracked by an odor so foul it brought tears to her eyes faster than stubbing her toe while watching the beginning of Pixar’s Up. She jumped to her feet, knocking over her chair, and rushed to open a window. In her desperation, she forgot to unlock the latch and, with the strength of a cyber-enhanced silverback, broke the frame, window, and wall all in one go. The fresh outside air that gushed in diluted the smell just enough to breathe, and Kanata regained enough composure to curse the frailty of humankind and their feeble constructions.

Behind her, the door swung wide and a silver-haired young woman wearing a black hood stood in the doorway like a bounty hunter after kicking in the swinging gates of an old-time saloon. After studying Kanata with the sangfroid of a trained killer, she said, “Is that a draught I feel?”

Kanata looked back behind her at the gaping hole in the wall. She spun back around. “That was there when I got here.”

“I see.” The young woman studied her from across the classroom for a few calculated moments, then shrugged and walked in and up to the blackboard. In a less murderous tone of voice, she asked, “Are you here for the lessons?”

Kanata scampered back to her desk like a child sprinting for the Christmas tree on Christmas morning. She righted her chair, sat down, and interlaced her fingers on top of the desk. "Yes.”

The young woman smiled at her. “Have you had calligraphy lessons before?”

“No, this is my first time.”

“How nice.” The young woman stared out of the hole in the wall. “I remember my first lesson. I had a disagreement with the instructor.” She laughed and looked at Kanata. “They called my writing messy. Can you believe that? Some people don’t deserve eyes if they can’t recognize elegance when they see it.”

The word ‘DANGER’ ran screaming, sirens blazing, over the tarmac of Kanata’s mind. She laughed nervously and gave a dry cough. “Yeah, some people can be real jerks.”

The young woman gave her a smile that was the equivalent of a cyanide-laced sugar pie. “Let’s hope you’re not one of them.” She turned and began scratching her name on the blackboard with a piece of white chalk.

When Kanata saw the end result, she just could not help herself.

“Dear God, is that an incantation to Baal, Lord of Lies, written in the nigh indecipherable tongue of the ancient Phoenicians? I’m afraid to even attempt to pronounce it lest I summon some slumbering demon from the Dark Dimension. Like, are you serious? Did you make that abomination on purpose? ‘Cause, if you did, you should work for the Secret Service Intelligence Agency by coming up with codes and ciphers. I doubt there’s a cryptologist alive that could solve that enigma. I’m speechless. I really am. I’ve seen slime trails left by snails with more legibility than that. Where does language even stand in the aftermath of this cataclysm? If you wanna know what I thi—”

Kanata woke up in a cornfield.

>> No.42547925

https://litter.catbox.moe/tanj3s.jpg

>> No.42547927

ENOUGH OF THAT

>> No.42547930

>>42547925
Me on the left

>> No.42547932 [DELETED] 

Kanata liked her coffee iced. Every morning she’d fight her way through the maze of empty cardboard boxes that occupied most of the square footage of her apartment. When she'd find the freezer, she’d grab a handful of ice, crush it into smithereens, and sprinkle them into her Gorilla Gulp coffee cup.

She liked to read mail flyers when she had her morning coffee. At worst, they entertained her. At best, they led to interesting experiences. On one particular morning, she found herself scanning an advertisement for a calligraphy instructor. Attached at the bottom was a cut-out coupon for one free calligraphy lesson.

Kanata read the copy aloud, just for the heck of it. “‘Sakamata’s sublime script-supplements succor students seeking soulful satisfaction. P.S. No refunds.’” She paused and let the words slither in the air. “What the hell kinda name is ‘Sakamata’?” She picked up an apple and crushed it in her right hand over her open mouth and let the juice drip into her gullet. When the unfortunate fruit was little more than skin and pulp, she threw it over her shoulder where it hit a tower of cardboard boxes, knocking them over with a crash. “Calligraphy could be fun,” she said after wiping the apple juice from her chin. She tore the coupon off the flyer.

At the appointed time, Kanata found herself the only student in a small recreation center classroom, sized for knitting circles and small book clubs. She sat at a writing desk feeling like she was in middle school again. There was a blackboard on the wall in front of her and someone had drawn a doodle of a killer whale encircled by stink lines and flies.

Kanata was in the midst of deciphering the doodle when the code was cracked by an odor so foul it brought tears to her eyes faster than stubbing her toe while watching the beginning of Pixar’s Up. She jumped to her feet, knocking over her chair, and rushed to open a window. In her desperation, she forgot to unlock the latch and, with the strength of a cyber-enhanced silverback, broke the frame, window, and wall all in one go. The fresh outside air that gushed in diluted the smell just enough to breathe, and Kanata regained enough composure to curse the frailty of humankind and their feeble constructions.

Behind her, the door swung wide and a silver-haired young woman wearing a black hood stood in the doorway like a bounty hunter after kicking in the swinging gates of an old-time saloon. After studying Kanata with the sangfroid of a trained killer, she said, “Is that a draught I feel?”

Kanata looked back behind her at the gaping hole in the wall. She spun back around. “That was there when I got here.”

“I see.” The young woman studied her from across the classroom for a few calculated moments, then shrugged and walked in and up to the blackboard. In a less murderous tone of voice, she asked, “Are you here for the lessons?”

Kanata scampered back to her desk like a child sprinting for the Christmas tree on Christmas morning. She righted her chair, sat down, and interlaced her fingers on top of the desk. "Yes.”

The young woman smiled at her. “Have you had calligraphy lessons before?”

“No, this is my first time.”

“How nice.” The young woman stared out of the hole in the wall. “I remember my first lesson. I had a disagreement with the instructor.” She laughed and looked at Kanata. “They called my writing messy. Can you believe that? Some people don’t deserve eyes if they can’t recognize elegance when they see it.”

The word ‘DANGER’ ran screaming, sirens blazing, over the tarmac of Kanata’s mind. She laughed nervously and gave a dry cough. “Yeah, some people can be real jerks.”

The young woman gave her a smile that was the equivalent of a cyanide-laced sugar pie. “Let’s hope you’re not one of them.” She turned and began scratching her name on the blackboard with a piece of white chalk.

When Kanata saw the end result, she just could not help herself.

“Dear God, is that an incantation to Baal, Lord of Lies, written in the nigh indecipherable tongue of the ancient Phoenicians? I’m afraid to even attempt to pronounce it lest I summon some slumbering demon from the Dark Dimension. Like, are you serious? Did you make that abomination on purpose? ‘Cause, if you did, you should work for the Secret Service Intelligence Agency by coming up with codes and ciphers. I doubt there’s a cryptologist alive that could solve that enigma. I’m speechless. I really am. I’ve seen slime trails left by snails with more legibility than that. Where does language even stand in the aftermath of this cataclysm? If you wanna know what I thi—”

Kanata woke up in a cornfield.

>> No.42547934

I want to impregnate matsuri and take responsibility

>> No.42547937

I don’t understand the spam is he mad because he wants to spam images instead?

>> No.42547938

Didn't they just hire new jannies?

>> No.42547940 [DELETED] 

Kanata liked her coffee iced. Every morning she’d fight her way through the maze of empty cardboard boxes that occupied most of the square footage of her apartment. When she'd find the freezer, she’d grab a handful of ice, crush it into smithereens, and sprinkle them into her Gorilla Gulp coffee cup.

She liked to read mail flyers when she had her morning coffee. At worst, they entertained her. At best, they led to interesting experiences. On one particular morning, she found herself scanning an advertisement for a calligraphy instructor. Attached at the bottom was a cut-out coupon for one free calligraphy lesson.

Kanata read the copy aloud, just for the heck of it. “‘Sakamata’s sublime script-supplements succor students seeking soulful satisfaction. P.S. No refunds.’” She paused and let the words slither in the air. “What the hell kinda name is ‘Sakamata’?” She picked up an apple and crushed it in her right hand over her open mouth and let the juice drip into her gullet. When the unfortunate fruit was little more than skin and pulp, she threw it over her shoulder where it hit a tower of cardboard boxes, knocking them over with a crash. “Calligraphy could be fun,” she said after wiping the apple juice from her chin. She tore the coupon off the flyer.

At the appointed time, Kanata found herself the only student in a small recreation center classroom, sized for knitting circles and small book clubs. She sat at a writing desk feeling like she was in middle school again. There was a blackboard on the wall in front of her and someone had drawn a doodle of a killer whale encircled by stink lines and flies.

Kanata was in the midst of deciphering the doodle when the code was cracked by an odor so foul it brought tears to her eyes faster than stubbing her toe while watching the beginning of Pixar’s Up. She jumped to her feet, knocking over her chair, and rushed to open a window. In her desperation, she forgot to unlock the latch and, with the strength of a cyber-enhanced silverback, broke the frame, window, and wall all in one go. The fresh outside air that gushed in diluted the smell just enough to breathe, and Kanata regained enough composure to curse the frailty of humankind and their feeble constructions.

Behind her, the door swung wide and a silver-haired young woman wearing a black hood stood in the doorway like a bounty hunter after kicking in the swinging gates of an old-time saloon. After studying Kanata with the sangfroid of a trained killer, she said, “Is that a draught I feel?”

Kanata looked back behind her at the gaping hole in the wall. She spun back around. “That was there when I got here.”

“I see.” The young woman studied her from across the classroom for a few calculated moments, then shrugged and walked in and up to the blackboard. In a less murderous tone of voice, she asked, “Are you here for the lessons?”

Kanata scampered back to her desk like a child sprinting for the Christmas tree on Christmas morning. She righted her chair, sat down, and interlaced her fingers on top of the desk. "Yes.”

The young woman smiled at her. “Have you had calligraphy lessons before?”

“No, this is my first time.”

“How nice.” The young woman stared out of the hole in the wall. “I remember my first lesson. I had a disagreement with the instructor.” She laughed and looked at Kanata. “They called my writing messy. Can you believe that? Some people don’t deserve eyes if they can’t recognize elegance when they see it.”

The word ‘DANGER’ ran screaming, sirens blazing, over the tarmac of Kanata’s mind. She laughed nervously and gave a dry cough. “Yeah, some people can be real jerks.”

The young woman gave her a smile that was the equivalent of a cyanide-laced sugar pie. “Let’s hope you’re not one of them.” She turned and began scratching her name on the blackboard with a piece of white chalk.

When Kanata saw the end result, she just could not help herself.

“Dear God, is that an incantation to Baal, Lord of Lies, written in the nigh indecipherable tongue of the ancient Phoenicians? I’m afraid to even attempt to pronounce it lest I summon some slumbering demon from the Dark Dimension. Like, are you serious? Did you make that abomination on purpose? ‘Cause, if you did, you should work for the Secret Service Intelligence Agency by coming up with codes and ciphers. I doubt there’s a cryptologist alive that could solve that enigma. I’m speechless. I really am. I’ve seen slime trails left by snails with more legibility than that. Where does language even stand in the aftermath of this cataclysm? If you wanna know what I thi—”

Kanata woke up in a cornfield.

>> No.42547943

>>42547925
I have had anal sex. It is hard to come inside an anus. It's too tight

>> No.42547947 [DELETED] 

Kanata liked her coffee iced. Every morning she’d fight her way through the maze of empty cardboard boxes that occupied most of the square footage of her apartment. When she'd find the freezer, she’d grab a handful of ice, crush it into smithereens, and sprinkle them into her Gorilla Gulp coffee cup.

She liked to read mail flyers when she had her morning coffee. At worst, they entertained her. At best, they led to interesting experiences. On one particular morning, she found herself scanning an advertisement for a calligraphy instructor. Attached at the bottom was a cut-out coupon for one free calligraphy lesson.

Kanata read the copy aloud, just for the heck of it. “‘Sakamata’s sublime script-supplements succor students seeking soulful satisfaction. P.S. No refunds.’” She paused and let the words slither in the air. “What the hell kinda name is ‘Sakamata’?” She picked up an apple and crushed it in her right hand over her open mouth and let the juice drip into her gullet. When the unfortunate fruit was little more than skin and pulp, she threw it over her shoulder where it hit a tower of cardboard boxes, knocking them over with a crash. “Calligraphy could be fun,” she said after wiping the apple juice from her chin. She tore the coupon off the flyer.

At the appointed time, Kanata found herself the only student in a small recreation center classroom, sized for knitting circles and small book clubs. She sat at a writing desk feeling like she was in middle school again. There was a blackboard on the wall in front of her and someone had drawn a doodle of a killer whale encircled by stink lines and flies.

Kanata was in the midst of deciphering the doodle when the code was cracked by an odor so foul it brought tears to her eyes faster than stubbing her toe while watching the beginning of Pixar’s Up. She jumped to her feet, knocking over her chair, and rushed to open a window. In her desperation, she forgot to unlock the latch and, with the strength of a cyber-enhanced silverback, broke the frame, window, and wall all in one go. The fresh outside air that gushed in diluted the smell just enough to breathe, and Kanata regained enough composure to curse the frailty of humankind and their feeble constructions.

Behind her, the door swung wide and a silver-haired young woman wearing a black hood stood in the doorway like a bounty hunter after kicking in the swinging gates of an old-time saloon. After studying Kanata with the sangfroid of a trained killer, she said, “Is that a draught I feel?”

Kanata looked back behind her at the gaping hole in the wall. She spun back around. “That was there when I got here.”

“I see.” The young woman studied her from across the classroom for a few calculated moments, then shrugged and walked in and up to the blackboard. In a less murderous tone of voice, she asked, “Are you here for the lessons?”

Kanata scampered back to her desk like a child sprinting for the Christmas tree on Christmas morning. She righted her chair, sat down, and interlaced her fingers on top of the desk. "Yes.”

The young woman smiled at her. “Have you had calligraphy lessons before?”

“No, this is my first time.”

“How nice.” The young woman stared out of the hole in the wall. “I remember my first lesson. I had a disagreement with the instructor.” She laughed and looked at Kanata. “They called my writing messy. Can you believe that? Some people don’t deserve eyes if they can’t recognize elegance when they see it.”

The word ‘DANGER’ ran screaming, sirens blazing, over the tarmac of Kanata’s mind. She laughed nervously and gave a dry cough. “Yeah, some people can be real jerks.”

The young woman gave her a smile that was the equivalent of a cyanide-laced sugar pie. “Let’s hope you’re not one of them.” She turned and began scratching her name on the blackboard with a piece of white chalk.

When Kanata saw the end result, she just could not help herself.

“Dear God, is that an incantation to Baal, Lord of Lies, written in the nigh indecipherable tongue of the ancient Phoenicians? I’m afraid to even attempt to pronounce it lest I summon some slumbering demon from the Dark Dimension. Like, are you serious? Did you make that abomination on purpose? ‘Cause, if you did, you should work for the Secret Service Intelligence Agency by coming up with codes and ciphers. I doubt there’s a cryptologist alive that could solve that enigma. I’m speechless. I really am. I’ve seen slime trails left by snails with more legibility than that. Where does language even stand in the aftermath of this cataclysm? If you wanna know what I thi—”

Kanata woke up in a cornfield.

>> No.42547949

Fauna (aka Council/EN2) > EN3, EN4, EN5, EN6, EN7, etc

>> No.42547953

Wrong board, beggar.

>> No.42547956

>>42547943
Is that what the dude plowing your ass said?

>> No.42547963

>>42547949
BASED
>>42547953
We love Fauna here, cope.

>> No.42547965

/qa/ lost

>> No.42547967

SHUT UP ALREADY

>> No.42547968

>>42547956
grass

>> No.42547976

the fuck was that spamming?

>> No.42547982

Daily reminder Fauna backstabbed one of her friends trust irl just to get into Hololive.

>> No.42547983 [DELETED] 

Kanata liked her coffee iced. Every morning she’d fight her way through the maze of empty cardboard boxes that occupied most of the square footage of her apartment. When she'd find the freezer, she’d grab a handful of ice, crush it into smithereens, and sprinkle them into her Gorilla Gulp coffee cup.

She liked to read mail flyers when she had her morning coffee. At worst, they entertained her. At best, they led to interesting experiences. On one particular morning, she found herself scanning an advertisement for a calligraphy instructor. Attached at the bottom was a cut-out coupon for one free calligraphy lesson.

Kanata read the copy aloud, just for the heck of it. “‘Sakamata’s sublime script-supplements succor students seeking soulful satisfaction. P.S. No refunds.’” She paused and let the words slither in the air. “What the hell kinda name is ‘Sakamata’?” She picked up an apple and crushed it in her right hand over her open mouth and let the juice drip into her gullet. When the unfortunate fruit was little more than skin and pulp, she threw it over her shoulder where it hit a tower of cardboard boxes, knocking them over with a crash. “Calligraphy could be fun,” she said after wiping the apple juice from her chin. She tore the coupon off the flyer.

At the appointed time, Kanata found herself the only student in a small recreation center classroom, sized for knitting circles and small book clubs. She sat at a writing desk feeling like she was in middle school again. There was a blackboard on the wall in front of her and someone had drawn a doodle of a killer whale encircled by stink lines and flies.

Kanata was in the midst of deciphering the doodle when the code was cracked by an odor so foul it brought tears to her eyes faster than stubbing her toe while watching the beginning of Pixar’s Up. She jumped to her feet, knocking over her chair, and rushed to open a window. In her desperation, she forgot to unlock the latch and, with the strength of a cyber-enhanced silverback, broke the frame, window, and wall all in one go. The fresh outside air that gushed in diluted the smell just enough to breathe, and Kanata regained enough composure to curse the frailty of humankind and their feeble constructions.

Behind her, the door swung wide and a silver-haired young woman wearing a black hood stood in the doorway like a bounty hunter after kicking in the swinging gates of an old-time saloon. After studying Kanata with the sangfroid of a trained killer, she said, “Is that a draught I feel?”

Kanata looked back behind her at the gaping hole in the wall. She spun back around. “That was there when I got here.”

“I see.” The young woman studied her from across the classroom for a few calculated moments, then shrugged and walked in and up to the blackboard. In a less murderous tone of voice, she asked, “Are you here for the lessons?”

Kanata scampered back to her desk like a child sprinting for the Christmas tree on Christmas morning. She righted her chair, sat down, and interlaced her fingers on top of the desk. "Yes.”

The young woman smiled at her. “Have you had calligraphy lessons before?”

“No, this is my first time.”

“How nice.” The young woman stared out of the hole in the wall. “I remember my first lesson. I had a disagreement with the instructor.” She laughed and looked at Kanata. “They called my writing messy. Can you believe that? Some people don’t deserve eyes if they can’t recognize elegance when they see it.”

The word ‘DANGER’ ran screaming, sirens blazing, over the tarmac of Kanata’s mind. She laughed nervously and gave a dry cough. “Yeah, some people can be real jerks.”

The young woman gave her a smile that was the equivalent of a cyanide-laced sugar pie. “Let’s hope you’re not one of them.” She turned and began scratching her name on the blackboard with a piece of white chalk.

When Kanata saw the end result, she just could not help herself.

“Dear God, is that an incantation to Baal, Lord of Lies, written in the nigh indecipherable tongue of the ancient Phoenicians? I’m afraid to even attempt to pronounce it lest I summon some slumbering demon from the Dark Dimension. Like, are you serious? Did you make that abomination on purpose? ‘Cause, if you did, you should work for the Secret Service Intelligence Agency by coming up with codes and ciphers. I doubt there’s a cryptologist alive that could solve that enigma. I’m speechless. I really am. I’ve seen slime trails left by snails with more legibility than that. Where does language even stand in the aftermath of this cataclysm? If you wanna know what I thi—”

Kanata woke up in a cornfield.

>> No.42547985

imagine not using filters

>> No.42547986

what caused this beahviour?

>> No.42547988

>try to link to a website
>sorry sweaty our system thinks this is spam reformat and try again :)

>literally copy paste the same thing in the same thread on cooldown
>obviously not spam

>> No.42547990

Please spam /vt/ instead

>> No.42547989

>using filters

>> No.42547992

TRYING TO GET SOME PEACE AND QUIET OVER HERE

>> No.42547996

>>42547976
Chinese behavior. No seriously, spam and chinese go together.

>> No.42547997

The Holy Trinity of driving away the green turd.

https://files.catbox.moe/h85fk6.mp4
https://files.catbox.moe/ivsz4e.mp4
https://files.catbox.moe/6wfjl2.mp4

>> No.42548000

someone should insult SEA or something, that always word to summon jannies

>> No.42548001

>>42547989
yeah judging by counting 20 and scrolling i probably have 160 filters

>> No.42548005

>>42547996
Are you implying heimin are chinese or something?

>> No.42548007

*cums on heimin*

>> No.42548008

I blame Flare

>> No.42548013

>>42547873
whore

>> No.42548014

>>42548005
Yes. It has been stablished since the Taiwan-Coco arc already

>> No.42548018

>>42548005
>heimin

>> No.42548020 [DELETED] 

Kanata liked her coffee iced. Every morning she’d fight her way through the maze of empty cardboard boxes that occupied most of the square footage of her apartment. When she'd find the freezer, she’d grab a handful of ice, crush it into smithereens, and sprinkle them into her Gorilla Gulp coffee cup.

She liked to read mail flyers when she had her morning coffee. At worst, they entertained her. At best, they led to interesting experiences. On one particular morning, she found herself scanning an advertisement for a calligraphy instructor. Attached at the bottom was a cut-out coupon for one free calligraphy lesson.

Kanata read the copy aloud, just for the heck of it. “‘Sakamata’s sublime script-supplements succor students seeking soulful satisfaction. P.S. No refunds.’” She paused and let the words slither in the air. “What the hell kinda name is ‘Sakamata’?” She picked up an apple and crushed it in her right hand over her open mouth and let the juice drip into her gullet. When the unfortunate fruit was little more than skin and pulp, she threw it over her shoulder where it hit a tower of cardboard boxes, knocking them over with a crash. “Calligraphy could be fun,” she said after wiping the apple juice from her chin. She tore the coupon off the flyer.

At the appointed time, Kanata found herself the only student in a small recreation center classroom, sized for knitting circles and small book clubs. She sat at a writing desk feeling like she was in middle school again. There was a blackboard on the wall in front of her and someone had drawn a doodle of a killer whale encircled by stink lines and flies.

Kanata was in the midst of deciphering the doodle when the code was cracked by an odor so foul it brought tears to her eyes faster than stubbing her toe while watching the beginning of Pixar’s Up. She jumped to her feet, knocking over her chair, and rushed to open a window. In her desperation, she forgot to unlock the latch and, with the strength of a cyber-enhanced silverback, broke the frame, window, and wall all in one go. The fresh outside air that gushed in diluted the smell just enough to breathe, and Kanata regained enough composure to curse the frailty of humankind and their feeble constructions.

Behind her, the door swung wide and a silver-haired young woman wearing a black hood stood in the doorway like a bounty hunter after kicking in the swinging gates of an old-time saloon. After studying Kanata with the sangfroid of a trained killer, she said, “Is that a draught I feel?”

Kanata looked back behind her at the gaping hole in the wall. She spun back around. “That was there when I got here.”

“I see.” The young woman studied her from across the classroom for a few calculated moments, then shrugged and walked in and up to the blackboard. In a less murderous tone of voice, she asked, “Are you here for the lessons?”

Kanata scampered back to her desk like a child sprinting for the Christmas tree on Christmas morning. She righted her chair, sat down, and interlaced her fingers on top of the desk. "Yes.”

The young woman smiled at her. “Have you had calligraphy lessons before?”

“No, this is my first time.”

“How nice.” The young woman stared out of the hole in the wall. “I remember my first lesson. I had a disagreement with the instructor.” She laughed and looked at Kanata. “They called my writing messy. Can you believe that? Some people don’t deserve eyes if they can’t recognize elegance when they see it.”

The word ‘DANGER’ ran screaming, sirens blazing, over the tarmac of Kanata’s mind. She laughed nervously and gave a dry cough. “Yeah, some people can be real jerks.”

The young woman gave her a smile that was the equivalent of a cyanide-laced sugar pie. “Let’s hope you’re not one of them.” She turned and began scratching her name on the blackboard with a piece of white chalk.

When Kanata saw the end result, she just could not help herself.

“Dear God, is that an incantation to Baal, Lord of Lies, written in the nigh indecipherable tongue of the ancient Phoenicians? I’m afraid to even attempt to pronounce it lest I summon some slumbering demon from the Dark Dimension. Like, are you serious? Did you make that abomination on purpose? ‘Cause, if you did, you should work for the Secret Service Intelligence Agency by coming up with codes and ciphers. I doubt there’s a cryptologist alive that could solve that enigma. I’m speechless. I really am. I’ve seen slime trails left by snails with more legibility than that. Where does Ianguage even stand in the aftermath of this cataclysm? If you wanna know what I thi—”

Kanata woke up in a cornfield.

>> No.42548022

oh hey an actual meltdown
i appreciate that some of you keep your promises

>> No.42548024

NGA lost, go back already.

>> No.42548025

>>42547891
No, elves.

>> No.42548026

>>42548005
yeah i'm sure the faggot spamming is a heimin and totally not someone trying to stir shit up

>> No.42548027 [DELETED] 

Kanata liked her coffee iced. Every morning she’d fight her way through the maze of empty cardboard boxes that occupied most of the square footage of her apartment. When she'd find the freezer, she’d grab a handful of ice, crush it into smithereens, and sprinkle them into her Gorilla Gulp coffee cup.

She liked to read mail flyers when she had her morning coffee. At worst, they entertained her. At best, they led to interesting experiences. On one particular morning, she found herself scanning an advertisement for a calligraphy instructor. Attached at the bottom was a cut-out coupon for one free calligraphy lesson.

Kanata read the copy aloud, just for the heck of it. “‘Sakamata’s sublime script-supplements succor students seeking soulful satisfaction. P.S. No refunds.’” She paused and let the words slither in the air. “What the hell kinda name is ‘Sakamata’?” She picked up an apple and crushed it in her right hand over her open mouth and let the juice drip into her gullet. When the unfortunate fruit was little more than skin and pulp, she threw it over her shoulder where it hit a tower of cardboard boxes, knocking them over with a crash. “Calligraphy could be fun,” she said after wiping the apple juice from her chin. She tore the coupon off the flyer.

At the appointed time, Kanata found herself the only student in a small recreation center classroom, sized for knitting circles and small book clubs. She sat at a writing desk feeling like she was in middle school again. There was a blackboard on the wall in front of her and someone had drawn a doodle of a killer whale encircled by stink lines and flies.

Kanata was in the midst of deciphering the doodle when the code was cracked by an odor so foul it brought tears to her eyes faster than stubbing her toe while watching the beginning of Pixar’s Up. She jumped to her feet, knocking over her chair, and rushed to open a window. In her desperation, she forgot to unlock the latch and, with the strength of a cyber-enhanced silverback, broke the frame, window, and wall all in one go. The fresh outside air that gushed in diluted the smell just enough to breathe, and Kanata regained enough composure to curse the frailty of humankind and their feeble constructions.

Behind her, the door swung wide and a silver-haired young woman wearing a black hood stood in the doorway like a bounty hunter after kicking in the swinging gates of an old-time saloon. After studying Kanata with the sangfroid of a trained killer, she said, “Is that a draught I feel?”

Kanata looked back behind her at the gaping hole in the wall. She spun back around. “That was there when I got here.”

“I see.” The young woman studied her from across the classroom for a few calculated moments, then shrugged and walked in and up to the blackboard. In a less murderous tone of voice, she asked, “Are you here for the lessons?”

Kanata scampered back to her desk like a child sprinting for the Christmas tree on Christmas morning. She righted her chair, sat down, and interlaced her fingers on top of the desk. "Yes.”

The young woman smiled at her. “Have you had calligraphy lessons before?”

“No, this is my first time.”

“How nice.” The young woman stared out of the hole in the wall. “I remember my first lesson. I had a disagreement with the instructor.” She laughed and looked at Kanata. “They called my writing messy. Can you believe that? Some people don’t deserve eyes if they can’t recognize elegance when they see it.”

The word ‘DANGER’ ran screaming, sirens blazing, over the tarmac of Kanata’s mind. She laughed nervously and gave a dry cough. “Yeah, some people can be real jerks.”

The young woman gave her a smile that was the equivalent of a cyanide-laced sugar pie. “Let’s hope you’re not one of them.” She turned and began scratching her name on the blackboard with a piece of white chalk.

When Kanata saw the end result, she just could not help herself.

“Dear God, is that an incantation to Baal, Lord of Lies, written in the nigh indecipherable tongue of the ancient Phoenicians? I’m afraid to even attempt to pronounce it lest I summon some slumbering demon from the Dark Dimension. Like, are you serious? Did you make that abomination on purpose? ‘Cause, if you did, you should work for the Secret Service Intelligence Agency by coming up with codes and ciphers. I doubt there’s a cryptoIogist alive that could solve that enigma. I’m speechless. I really am. I’ve seen slime trails left by snails with more legibility than that. Where does language even stand in the aftermath of this cataclysm? If you wanna know what I thi—”

Kanata woke up in a cornfield.

>> No.42548031

hehehehehehehehehehehehe...

>> No.42548032 [DELETED] 

Kanata liked her coffee iced. Every morning she’d fight her way through the maze of empty cardboard boxes that occupied most of the square footage of her apartment. When she'd find the freezer, she’d grab a handful of ice, crush it into smithereens, and sprinkle them into her Gorilla Gulp coffee cup.

She liked to read mail flyers when she had her morning coffee. At worst, they entertained her. At best, they led to interesting experiences. On one particular morning, she found herself scanning an advertisement for a calligraphy instructor. Attached at the bottom was a cut-out coupon for one free calligraphy lesson.

Kanata read the copy aloud, just for the heck of it. “‘Sakamata’s sublime script-supplements succor students seeking soulful satisfaction. P.S. No refunds.’” She paused and let the words slither in the air. “What the hell kinda name is ‘Sakamata’?” She picked up an apple and crushed it in her right hand over her open mouth and let the juice drip into her gullet. When the unfortunate fruit was little more than skin and pulp, she threw it over her shoulder where it hit a tower of cardboard boxes, knocking them over with a crash. “Calligraphy could be fun,” she said after wiping the apple juice from her chin. She tore the coupon off the flyer.

At the appointed time, Kanata found herself the only student in a small recreation center classroom, sized for knitting circles and small book clubs. She sat at a writing desk feeling like she was in middle school again. There was a blackboard on the wall in front of her and someone had drawn a doodle of a killer whale encircled by stink lines and flies.

Kanata was in the midst of deciphering the doodle when the code was cracked by an odor so foul it brought tears to her eyes faster than stubbing her toe while watching the beginning of Pixar’s Up. She jumped to her feet, knocking over her chair, and rushed to open a window. In her desperation, she forgot to unlock the latch and, with the strength of a cyber-enhanced silverback, broke the frame, window, and wall all in one go. The fresh outside air that gushed in diluted the smell just enough to breathe, and Kanata regained enough composure to curse the frailty of humankind and their feeble constructions.

Behind her, the door swung wide and a silver-haired young woman wearing a black hood stood in the doorway like a bounty hunter after kicking in the swinging gates of an old-time saloon. After studying Kanata with the sangfroid of a trained killer, she said, “Is that a draught I feel?”

Kanata looked back behind her at the gaping hole in the wall. She spun back around. “That was there when I got here.”

“I see.” The young woman studied her from across the classroom for a few calculated moments, then shrugged and walked in and up to the blackboard. In a less murderous tone of voice, she asked, “Are you here for the lessons?”

Kanata scampered back to her desk like a child sprinting for the Christmas tree on Christmas morning. She righted her chair, sat down, and interlaced her fingers on top of the desk. "Yes.”

The young woman smiIed at her. “Have you had calligraphy lessons before?”

“No, this is my first time.”

“How nice.” The young woman stared out of the hole in the wall. “I remember my first lesson. I had a disagreement with the instructor.” She laughed and looked at Kanata. “They called my writing messy. Can you believe that? Some people don’t deserve eyes if they can’t recognize elegance when they see it.”

The word ‘DANGER’ ran screaming, sirens blazing, over the tarmac of Kanata’s mind. She laughed nervously and gave a dry cough. “Yeah, some people can be real jerks.”

The young woman gave her a smile that was the equivalent of a cyanide-laced sugar pie. “Let’s hope you’re not one of them.” She turned and began scratching her name on the blackboard with a piece of white chalk.

When Kanata saw the end result, she just could not help herself.

“Dear God, is that an incantation to Baal, Lord of Lies, written in the nigh indecipherable tongue of the ancient Phoenicians? I’m afraid to even attempt to pronounce it lest I summon some slumbering demon from the Dark Dimension. Like, are you serious? Did you make that abomination on purpose? ‘Cause, if you did, you should work for the Secret Service Intelligence Agency by coming up with codes and ciphers. I doubt there’s a cryptologist alive that could solve that enigma. I’m speechless. I really am. I’ve seen slime trails left by snails with more legibility than that. Where does language even stand in the aftermath of this cataclysm? If you wanna know what I thi—”

Kanata woke up in a cornfield.

>> No.42548036

>>42548026
So, its either the greenturd, a watamate or a chinese man. Pick one

>> No.42548038

Envision the fragrance
https://litter.catbox.moe/fmzf8h.jpg

>> No.42548042 [DELETED] 

Kanata liked her coffee iced. Every morning she’d fight her way through the maze of empty cardboard boxes that occupied most of the square footage of her apartment. When she'd find the freezer, she’d grab a handful of ice, crush it into smithereens, and sprinkle them into her Gorilla Gulp coffee cup.

She liked to read mail flyers when she had her morning coffee. At worst, they entertained her. At best, they led to interesting experiences. On one particular morning, she found herself scanning an advertisement for a calligraphy instructor. Attached at the bottom was a cut-out coupon for one free calligraphy lesson.

Kanata read the copy aloud, just for the heck of it. “‘Sakamata’s sublime script-supplements succor students seeking soulful satisfaction. P.S. No refunds.’” She paused and let the words slither in the air. “What the hell kinda name is ‘Sakamata’?” She picked up an apple and crushed it in her right hand over her open mouth and let the juice drip into her gullet. When the unfortunate fruit was little more than skin and pulp, she threw it over her shoulder where it hit a tower of cardboard boxes, knocking them over with a crash. “Calligraphy could be fun,” she said after wiping the apple juice from her chin. She tore the coupon off the flyer.

At the appointed time, Kanata found herself the only student in a small recreation center classroom, sized for knitting circles and small book clubs. She sat at a writing desk feeling like she was in middle school again. There was a blackboard on the wall in front of her and someone had drawn a doodle of a killer whale encircled by stink lines and flies.

Kanata was in the midst of deciphering the doodle when the code was cracked by an odor so foul it brought tears to her eyes faster than stubbing her toe while watching the beginning of Pixar’s Up. She jumped to her feet, knocking over her chair, and rushed to open a window. In her desperation, she forgot to unlock the latch and, with the strength of a cyber-enhanced silverback, broke the frame, window, and wall all in one go. The fresh outside air that gushed in diluted the smell just enough to breathe, and Kanata regained enough composure to curse the frailty of humankind and their feeble constructions.

Behind her, the door swung wide and a silver-haired young woman wearing a black hood stood in the doorway like a bounty hunter after kicking in the swinging gates of an old-time saloon. After studying Kanata with the sangfroid of a trained killer, she said, “Is that a draught I feel?”

Kanata looked back behind her at the gaping hole in the wall. She spun back around. “That was there when I got here.”

“I see.” The young woman studied her from across the classroom for a few calculated moments, then shrugged and walked in and up to the blackboard. In a less murderous tone of voice, she asked, “Are you here for the lessons?”

Kanata scampered back to her desk like a child sprinting for the Christmas tree on Christmas morning. She righted her chair, sat down, and interlaced her fingers on top of the desk. "Yes.”

The young woman smiled at her. “Have you had calligraphy lessons before?”

“No, this is my first time.”

“How nice.” The young woman stared out of the hole in the wall. “I remember my first lesson. I had a disagreement with the instructor.” She laughed and looked at Kanata. “They called my writing messy. Can you believe that? Some people don’t deserve eyes if they can’t recognize elegance when they see it.”

The word ‘DANGER’ ran screaming, sirens blazing, over the tarmac of Kanata’s mind. She laughed nervously and gave a dry cough. “Yeah, some people can be real jerks.”

The young woman gave her a smile that was the equivalent of a cyanide-laced sugar pie. “Let’s hope you’re not one of them.” She turned and began scratching her name on the blackboard with a piece of white chalk.

When Kanata saw the end result, she just could not help herself.

“Dear God, is that an incantation to Baal, Lord of Lies, written in the nigh indecipherable tongue of the ancient Phoenicians? I’m afraid to even attempt to pronounce it lest l summon some slumbering demon from the Dark Dimension. Like, are you serious? Did you make that abomination on purpose? ‘Cause, if you did, you should work for the Secret Service Intelligence Agency by coming up with codes and ciphers. I doubt there’s a cryptologist alive that could solve that enigma. I’m speechless. I really am. I’ve seen slime trails left by snails with more legibility than that. Where does language even stand in the aftermath of this cataclysm? If you wanna know what I thi—”

Kanata woke up in a cornfield.

>> No.42548043

5ch just uncovered the holy grail of doxes thanks to the Jap government fucking up. Holy shit!

https://files.catbox.moe/sxdhqj.jpg

>> No.42548045

>>42548025
Anon no...

>> No.42548046

>>42548038
Nice

>> No.42548048 [DELETED] 

Kanata liked her coffee iced. Every morning she’d fight her way through the maze of empty cardboard boxes that occupied most of the square footage of her apartment. When she'd find the freezer, she’d grab a handful of ice, crush it into smithereens, and sprinkle them into her Gorilla Gulp coffee cup.

She liked to read mail flyers when she had her morning coffee. At worst, they entertained her. At best, they led to interesting experiences. On one particular morning, she found herself scanning an advertisement for a calligraphy instructor. Attached at the bottom was a cut-out coupon for one free calligraphy lesson.

Kanata read the copy aloud, just for the heck of it. “‘Sakamata’s sublime script-supplements succor students seeking soulful satisfaction. P.S. No refunds.’” She paused and let the words slither in the air. “What the hell kinda name is ‘Sakamata’?” She picked up an apple and crushed it in her right hand over her open mouth and let the juice drip into her gullet. When the unfortunate fruit was little more than skin and pulp, she threw it over her shoulder where it hit a tower of cardboard boxes, knocking them over with a crash. “Calligraphy could be fun,” she said after wiping the apple juice from her chin. She tore the coupon off the flyer.

At the appointed time, Kanata found herself the only student in a small recreation center classroom, sized for knitting circles and small book clubs. She sat at a writing desk feeling like she was in middle school again. There was a blackboard on the wall in front of her and someone had drawn a doodle of a killer whale encircled by stink lines and flies.

Kanata was in the midst of deciphering the doodle when the code was cracked by an odor so foul it brought tears to her eyes faster than stubbing her toe while watching the beginning of Pixar’s Up. She jumped to her feet, knocking over her chair, and rushed to open a window. In her desperation, she forgot to unlock the latch and, with the strength of a cyber-enhanced silverback, broke the frame, window, and wall all in one go. The fresh outside air that gushed in diluted the smell just enough to breathe, and Kanata regained enough composure to curse the frailty of humankind and their feeble constructions.

Behind her, the door swung wide and a silver-haired young woman wearing a black hood stood in the doorway like a bounty hunter after kicking in the swinging gates of an oId-time saloon. After studying Kanata with the sangfroid of a trained killer, she said, “Is that a draught I feel?”

Kanata looked back behind her at the gaping hole in the wall. She spun back around. “That was there when I got here.”

“I see.” The young woman studied her from across the classroom for a few calculated moments, then shrugged and walked in and up to the blackboard. In a less murderous tone of voice, she asked, “Are you here for the lessons?”

Kanata scampered back to her desk like a child sprinting for the Christmas tree on Christmas morning. She righted her chair, sat down, and interlaced her fingers on top of the desk. "Yes.”

The young woman smiled at her. “Have you had calligraphy lessons before?”

“No, this is my first time.”

“How nice.” The young woman stared out of the hole in the wall. “I remember my first lesson. I had a disagreement with the instructor.” She laughed and looked at Kanata. “They called my writing messy. Can you believe that? Some people don’t deserve eyes if they can’t recognize elegance when they see it.”

The word ‘DANGER’ ran screaming, sirens blazing, over the tarmac of Kanata’s mind. She laughed nervously and gave a dry cough. “Yeah, some people can be real jerks.”

The young woman gave her a smile that was the equivalent of a cyanide-laced sugar pie. “Let’s hope you’re not one of them.” She turned and began scratching her name on the blackboard with a piece of white chalk.

When Kanata saw the end result, she just could not help herself.

“Dear God, is that an incantation to Baal, Lord of Lies, written in the nigh indecipherable tongue of the ancient Phoenicians? I’m afraid to even attempt to pronounce it lest I summon some slumbering demon from the Dark Dimension. Like, are you serious? Did you make that abomination on purpose? ‘Cause, if you did, you should work for the Secret Service Intelligence Agency by coming up with codes and ciphers. I doubt there’s a cryptologist alive that could solve that enigma. I’m speechless. I really am. I’ve seen slime trails left by snails with more legibility than that. Where does language even stand in the aftermath of this cataclysm? If you wanna know what I thi—”

Kanata woke up in a cornfield.

>> No.42548051

>>42548045
What's wrong with having a cute elf girlfriend?

>> No.42548053

Why do these girls like Dorian?

>> No.42548054 [DELETED] 

Kanata liked her coffee iced. Every morning she’d fight her way through the maze of empty cardboard boxes that occupied most of the square footage of her apartment. When she'd find the freezer, she’d grab a handful of ice, crush it into smithereens, and sprinkle them into her Gorilla Gulp coffee cup.

She liked to read mail flyers when she had her morning coffee. At worst, they entertained her. At best, they led to interesting experiences. On one particular morning, she found herself scanning an advertisement for a calligraphy instructor. Attached at the bottom was a cut-out coupon for one free calligraphy lesson.

Kanata read the copy aloud, just for the heck of it. “‘Sakamata’s sublime script-supplements succor students seeking soulful satisfaction. P.S. No refunds.’” She paused and let the words slither in the air. “What the hell kinda name is ‘Sakamata’?” She picked up an apple and crushed it in her right hand over her open mouth and let the juice drip into her gullet. When the unfortunate fruit was little more than skin and pulp, she threw it over her shoulder where it hit a tower of cardboard boxes, knocking them over with a crash. “Calligraphy could be fun,” she said after wiping the apple juice from her chin. She tore the coupon off the flyer.

At the appointed time, Kanata found herself the only student in a small recreation center classroom, sized for knitting circles and small book clubs. She sat at a writing desk feeling like she was in middle school again. There was a blackboard on the wall in front of her and someone had drawn a doodle of a killer whale encircled by stink lines and flies.

Kanata was in the midst of deciphering the doodle when the code was cracked by an odor so foul it brought tears to her eyes faster than stubbing her toe while watching the beginning of Pixar’s Up. She jumped to her feet, knocking over her chair, and rushed to open a window. In her desperation, she forgot to unlock the latch and, with the strength of a cyber-enhanced silverback, broke the frame, window, and wall all in one go. The fresh outside air that gushed in diluted the smell just enough to breathe, and Kanata regained enough composure to curse the frailty of humankind and their feeble constructions.

Behind her, the door swung wide and a silver-haired young woman wearing a black hood stood in the doorway like a bounty hunter after kicking in the swinging gates of an old-time saloon. After studying Kanata with the sangfroid of a trained killer, she said, “Is that a draught I feel?”

Kanata looked back behind her at the gaping hole in the wall. She spun back around. “That was there when I got here.”

“I see.” The young woman studied her from across the classroom for a few calculated moments, then shrugged and walked in and up to the blackboard. In a less murderous tone of voice, she asked, “Are you here for the lessons?”

Kanata scampered back to her desk like a child sprinting for the Christmas tree on Christmas morning. She righted her chair, sat down, and interlaced her fingers on top of the desk. "Yes.”

The young woman smiled at her. “Have you had calligraphy lessons before?”

“No, this is my first time.”

“How nice.” The young woman stared out of the hole in the waIl. “I remember my first lesson. I had a disagreement with the instructor.” She laughed and looked at Kanata. “They called my writing messy. Can you believe that? Some people don’t deserve eyes if they can’t recognize elegance when they see it.”

The word ‘DANGER’ ran screaming, sirens blazing, over the tarmac of Kanata’s mind. She laughed nervously and gave a dry cough. “Yeah, some people can be real jerks.”

The young woman gave her a smile that was the equivalent of a cyanide-laced sugar pie. “Let’s hope you’re not one of them.” She turned and began scratching her name on the blackboard with a piece of white chalk.

When Kanata saw the end result, she just could not help herself.

“Dear God, is that an incantation to Baal, Lord of Lies, written in the nigh indecipherable tongue of the ancient Phoenicians? I’m afraid to even attempt to pronounce it lest I summon some slumbering demon from the Dark Dimension. Like, are you serious? Did you make that abomination on purpose? ‘Cause, if you did, you should work for the Secret Service Intelligence Agency by coming up with codes and ciphers. I doubt there’s a cryptologist alive that could solve that enigma. I’m speechless. I really am. I’ve seen slime trails left by snails with more legibility than that. Where does language even stand in the aftermath of this cataclysm? If you wanna know what I thi—”

Kanata woke up in a cornfield.

>> No.42548057

>>42548051
Aside from them being fictional?

>> No.42548058

>>42548043
woah that's really cute

>> No.42548060

>>42548053
He has a good singing voice.

>> No.42548063 [DELETED] 

Kanata liked her coffee iced. Every morning she’d fight her way through the maze of empty cardboard boxes that occupied most of the square footage of her apartment. When she'd find the freezer, she’d grab a handful of ice, crush it into smithereens, and sprinkle them into her Gorilla Gulp coffee cup.

She liked to read mail flyers when she had her morning coffee. At worst, they entertained her. At best, they led to interesting experiences. On one particular morning, she found herself scanning an advertisement for a calligraphy instructor. Attached at the bottom was a cut-out coupon for one free calligraphy lesson.

Kanata read the copy aloud, just for the heck of it. “‘Sakamata’s sublime script-supplements succor students seeking soulful satisfaction. P.S. No refunds.’” She paused and let the words slither in the air. “What the hell kinda name is ‘Sakamata’?” She picked up an apple and crushed it in her right hand over her open mouth and let the juice drip into her gullet. When the unfortunate fruit was little more than skin and pulp, she threw it over her shoulder where it hit a tower of cardboard boxes, knocking them over with a crash. “Calligraphy couId be fun,” she said after wiping the apple juice from her chin. She tore the coupon off the flyer.

At the appointed time, Kanata found herself the only student in a small recreation center classroom, sized for knitting circles and small book clubs. She sat at a writing desk feeling like she was in middle school again. There was a blackboard on the wall in front of her and someone had drawn a doodle of a killer whale encircled by stink lines and flies.

Kanata was in the midst of deciphering the doodle when the code was cracked by an odor so foul it brought tears to her eyes faster than stubbing her toe while watching the beginning of Pixar’s Up. She jumped to her feet, knocking over her chair, and rushed to open a window. In her desperation, she forgot to unlock the latch and, with the strength of a cyber-enhanced silverback, broke the frame, window, and wall all in one go. The fresh outside air that gushed in diluted the smell just enough to breathe, and Kanata regained enough composure to curse the frailty of humankind and their feeble constructions.

Behind her, the door swung wide and a silver-haired young woman wearing a black hood stood in the doorway like a bounty hunter after kicking in the swinging gates of an old-time saloon. After studying Kanata with the sangfroid of a trained killer, she said, “Is that a draught I feel?”

Kanata looked back behind her at the gaping hole in the wall. She spun back around. “That was there when I got here.”

“I see.” The young woman studied her from across the classroom for a few calculated moments, then shrugged and walked in and up to the blackboard. In a less murderous tone of voice, she asked, “Are you here for the lessons?”

Kanata scampered back to her desk like a child sprinting for the Christmas tree on Christmas morning. She righted her chair, sat down, and interlaced her fingers on top of the desk. "Yes.”

The young woman smiled at her. “Have you had calligraphy lessons before?”

“No, this is my first time.”

“How nice.” The young woman stared out of the hole in the wall. “I remember my first lesson. I had a disagreement with the instructor.” She laughed and looked at Kanata. “They called my writing messy. Can you believe that? Some people don’t deserve eyes if they can’t recognize elegance when they see it.”

The word ‘DANGER’ ran screaming, sirens blazing, over the tarmac of Kanata’s mind. She laughed nervously and gave a dry cough. “Yeah, some people can be real jerks.”

The young woman gave her a smile that was the equivalent of a cyanide-laced sugar pie. “Let’s hope you’re not one of them.” She turned and began scratching her name on the blackboard with a piece of white chalk.

When Kanata saw the end result, she just could not help herself.

“Dear God, is that an incantation to Baal, Lord of Lies, written in the nigh indecipherable tongue of the ancient Phoenicians? I’m afraid to even attempt to pronounce it lest I summon some slumbering demon from the Dark Dimension. Like, are you serious? Did you make that abomination on purpose? ‘Cause, if you did, you should work for the Secret Service Intelligence Agency by coming up with codes and ciphers. I doubt there’s a cryptologist alive that could solve that enigma. I’m speechless. I really am. I’ve seen slime trails left by snails with more legibility than that. Where does language even stand in the aftermath of this cataclysm? If you wanna know what I thi—”

Kanata woke up in a cornfield.

>> No.42548068

>>42548057
>fictional
Explain Aki, Flare and Lamy then dummy

>> No.42548069 [DELETED] 

Kanata liked her coffee iced. Every morning she’d fight her way through the maze of empty cardboard boxes that occupied most of the square footage of her apartment. When she'd find the freezer, she’d grab a handful of ice, crush it into smithereens, and sprinkle them into her Gorilla Gulp coffee cup.

She liked to read mail flyers when she had her morning coffee. At worst, they entertained her. At best, they led to interesting experiences. On one particular morning, she found herself scanning an advertisement for a calligraphy instructor. Attached at the bottom was a cut-out coupon for one free calligraphy lesson.

Kanata read the copy aloud, just for the heck of it. “‘Sakamata’s sublime script-supplements succor students seeking soulful satisfaction. P.S. No refunds.’” She paused and let the words slither in the air. “What the hell kinda name is ‘Sakamata’?” She picked up an apple and crushed it in her right hand over her open mouth and let the juice drip into her gullet. When the unfortunate fruit was little more than skin and pulp, she threw it over her shoulder where it hit a tower of cardboard boxes, knocking them over with a crash. “Calligraphy could be fun,” she said after wiping the apple juice from her chin. She tore the coupon off the flyer.

At the appointed time, Kanata found herself the only student in a small recreation center classroom, sized for knitting circles and small book clubs. She sat at a writing desk feeling like she was in middle school again. There was a blackboard on the wall in front of her and someone had drawn a doodle of a killer whale encircled by stink lines and flies.

Kanata was in the midst of deciphering the doodle when the code was cracked by an odor so foul it brought tears to her eyes faster than stubbing her toe while watching the beginning of Pixar’s Up. She jumped to her feet, knocking over her chair, and rushed to open a window. In her desperation, she forgot to unlock the latch and, with the strength of a cyber-enhanced silverback, broke the frame, window, and wall all in one go. The fresh outside air that gushed in diIuted the smell just enough to breathe, and Kanata regained enough composure to curse the frailty of humankind and their feeble constructions.

Behind her, the door swung wide and a silver-haired young woman wearing a black hood stood in the doorway like a bounty hunter after kicking in the swinging gates of an old-time saloon. After studying Kanata with the sangfroid of a trained killer, she said, “Is that a draught I feel?”

Kanata looked back behind her at the gaping hole in the wall. She spun back around. “That was there when I got here.”

“I see.” The young woman studied her from across the classroom for a few calculated moments, then shrugged and walked in and up to the blackboard. In a less murderous tone of voice, she asked, “Are you here for the lessons?”

Kanata scampered back to her desk like a child sprinting for the Christmas tree on Christmas morning. She righted her chair, sat down, and interlaced her fingers on top of the desk. "Yes.”

The young woman smiled at her. “Have you had calligraphy lessons before?”

“No, this is my first time.”

“How nice.” The young woman stared out of the hole in the wall. “I remember my first lesson. I had a disagreement with the instructor.” She laughed and looked at Kanata. “They called my writing messy. Can you believe that? Some people don’t deserve eyes if they can’t recognize elegance when they see it.”

The word ‘DANGER’ ran screaming, sirens blazing, over the tarmac of Kanata’s mind. She laughed nervously and gave a dry cough. “Yeah, some people can be real jerks.”

The young woman gave her a smile that was the equivalent of a cyanide-laced sugar pie. “Let’s hope you’re not one of them.” She turned and began scratching her name on the blackboard with a piece of white chalk.

When Kanata saw the end result, she just could not help herself.

“Dear God, is that an incantation to Baal, Lord of Lies, written in the nigh indecipherable tongue of the ancient Phoenicians? I’m afraid to even attempt to pronounce it lest I summon some slumbering demon from the Dark Dimension. Like, are you serious? Did you make that abomination on purpose? ‘Cause, if you did, you should work for the Secret Service Intelligence Agency by coming up with codes and ciphers. I doubt there’s a cryptologist alive that could solve that enigma. I’m speechless. I really am. I’ve seen slime trails left by snails with more legibility than that. Where does language even stand in the aftermath of this cataclysm? If you wanna know what I thi—”

Kanata woke up in a cornfield.

>> No.42548071

https://litter.catbox.moe/e8hg93.jpg

>> No.42548073

>>42548068
Virtual

>> No.42548074

Kanata is a leech.

There, I finally said it.

>> No.42548076

cheap Heimin labour

>> No.42548080 [DELETED] 

Kanata liked her coffee iced. Every morning she’d fight her way through the maze of empty cardboard boxes that occupied most of the square footage of her apartment. When she'd find the freezer, she’d grab a handful of ice, crush it into smithereens, and sprinkle them into her Gorilla Gulp coffee cup.

She liked to read mail flyers when she had her morning coffee. At worst, they entertained her. At best, they led to interesting experiences. On one particular morning, she found herself scanning an advertisement for a calligraphy instructor. Attached at the bottom was a cut-out coupon for one free calligraphy lesson.

Kanata read the copy aloud, just for the heck of it. “‘Sakamata’s sublime script-supplements succor students seeking soulful satisfaction. P.S. No refunds.’” She paused and let the words slither in the air. “What the helI kinda name is ‘Sakamata’?” She picked up an apple and crushed it in her right hand over her open mouth and let the juice drip into her gullet. When the unfortunate fruit was little more than skin and pulp, she threw it over her shoulder where it hit a tower of cardboard boxes, knocking them over with a crash. “Calligraphy could be fun,” she said after wiping the apple juice from her chin. She tore the coupon off the flyer.

At the appointed time, Kanata found herself the only student in a small recreation center classroom, sized for knitting circles and small book clubs. She sat at a writing desk feeling like she was in middle school again. There was a blackboard on the wall in front of her and someone had drawn a doodle of a killer whale encircled by stink lines and flies.

Kanata was in the midst of deciphering the doodle when the code was cracked by an odor so foul it brought tears to her eyes faster than stubbing her toe while watching the beginning of Pixar’s Up. She jumped to her feet, knocking over her chair, and rushed to open a window. In her desperation, she forgot to unlock the latch and, with the strength of a cyber-enhanced silverback, broke the frame, window, and wall all in one go. The fresh outside air that gushed in diluted the smell just enough to breathe, and Kanata regained enough composure to curse the frailty of humankind and their feeble constructions.

Behind her, the door swung wide and a silver-haired young woman wearing a black hood stood in the doorway like a bounty hunter after kicking in the swinging gates of an old-time saloon. After studying Kanata with the sangfroid of a trained killer, she said, “Is that a draught I feel?”

Kanata looked back behind her at the gaping hole in the wall. She spun back around. “That was there when I got here.”

“I see.” The young woman studied her from across the classroom for a few calculated moments, then shrugged and walked in and up to the blackboard. In a less murderous tone of voice, she asked, “Are you here for the lessons?”

Kanata scampered back to her desk like a child sprinting for the Christmas tree on Christmas morning. She righted her chair, sat down, and interlaced her fingers on top of the desk. "Yes.”

The young woman smiled at her. “Have you had calligraphy lessons before?”

“No, this is my first time.”

“How nice.” The young woman stared out of the hole in the wall. “I remember my first lesson. I had a disagreement with the instructor.” She laughed and looked at Kanata. “They called my writing messy. Can you believe that? Some people don’t deserve eyes if they can’t recognize elegance when they see it.”

The word ‘DANGER’ ran screaming, sirens blazing, over the tarmac of Kanata’s mind. She laughed nervously and gave a dry cough. “Yeah, some people can be real jerks.”

The young woman gave her a smile that was the equivalent of a cyanide-laced sugar pie. “Let’s hope you’re not one of them.” She turned and began scratching her name on the blackboard with a piece of white chalk.

When Kanata saw the end result, she just could not help herself.

“Dear God, is that an incantation to Baal, Lord of Lies, written in the nigh indecipherable tongue of the ancient Phoenicians? I’m afraid to even attempt to pronounce it lest I summon some slumbering demon from the Dark Dimension. Like, are you serious? Did you make that abomination on purpose? ‘Cause, if you did, you should work for the Secret Service Intelligence Agency by coming up with codes and ciphers. I doubt there’s a cryptologist alive that could solve that enigma. I’m speechless. I really am. I’ve seen slime trails left by snails with more legibility than that. Where does language even stand in the aftermath of this cataclysm? If you wanna know what I thi—”

Kanata woke up in a cornfield.

>> No.42548081

The next thread will be heimin

>> No.42548082

>>42547925
me in the middle

>> No.42548084

the next thread will be the next thread

>> No.42548085

Coco won.

>> No.42548086

chinese behavior

>> No.42548088

>>42547956
no he said I felt good and called me a cute slut...

>> No.42548090 [DELETED] 

Kanata liked her coffee iced. Every morning she’d fight her way through the maze of empty cardboard boxes that occupied most of the square footage of her apartment. When she'd find the freezer, she’d grab a handful of ice, crush it into smithereens, and sprinkle them into her Gorilla Gulp coffee cup.

She liked to read mail flyers when she had her morning coffee. At worst, they entertained her. At best, they led to interesting experiences. On one particular morning, she found herself scanning an advertisement for a calligraphy instructor. Attached at the bottom was a cut-out coupon for one free calligraphy lesson.

Kanata read the copy aloud, just for the heck of it. “‘Sakamata’s sublime script-supplements succor students seeking soulful satisfaction. P.S. No refunds.’” She paused and let the words slither in the air. “What the hell kinda name is ‘Sakamata’?” She picked up an apple and crushed it in her right hand over her open mouth and let the juice drip into her gullet. When the unfortunate fruit was little more than skin and pulp, she threw it over her shoulder where it hit a tower of cardboard boxes, knocking them over with a crash. “Calligraphy could be fun,” she said after wiping the apple juice from her chin. She tore the coupon off the flyer.

At the appointed time, Kanata found herself the only student in a small recreation center classroom, sized for knitting circles and small book clubs. She sat at a writing desk feeling like she was in middle school again. There was a blackboard on the wall in front of her and someone had drawn a doodle of a killer whale encircled by stink lines and flies.

Kanata was in the midst of deciphering the doodle when the code was cracked by an odor so foul it brought tears to her eyes faster than stubbing her toe while watching the beginning of Pixar’s Up. She jumped to her feet, knocking over her chair, and rushed to open a window. In her desperation, she forgot to unlock the latch and, with the strength of a cyber-enhanced silverback, broke the frame, window, and wall all in one go. The fresh outside air that gushed in diluted the smell just enough to breathe, and Kanata regained enough composure to curse the frailty of humankind and their feeble constructions.

Behind her, the door swung wide and a silver-haired young woman wearing a black hood stood in the doorway like a bounty hunter after kicking in the swinging gates of an old-time saloon. After studying Kanata with the sangfroid of a trained killer, she said, “Is that a draught I feel?”

Kanata looked back behind her at the gaping hole in the wall. She spun back around. “That was there when I got here.”

“I see.” The young woman studied her from across the classroom for a few calculated moments, then shrugged and walked in and up to the blackboard. In a less murderous tone of voice, she asked, “Are you here for the lessons?”

Kanata scampered back to her desk like a child sprinting for the Christmas tree on Christmas morning. She righted her chair, sat down, and interlaced her fingers on top of the desk. "Yes.”

The young woman smiled at her. “Have you had calligraphy lessons before?”

“No, this is my first time.”

“How nice.” The young woman stared out of the hole in the wall. “I remember my first lesson. I had a disagreement with the instructor.” She laughed and looked at Kanata. “They called my writing messy. Can you believe that? Some people don’t deserve eyes if they can’t recognize elegance when they see it.”

The word ‘DANGER’ ran screaming, sirens blazing, over the tarmac of Kanata’s mind. She laughed nervously and gave a dry cough. “Yeah, some people can be real jerks.”

The young woman gave her a smile that was the equivalent of a cyanide-laced sugar pie. “Let’s hope you’re not one of them.” She turned and began scratching her name on the blackboard with a piece of white chalk.

When Kanata saw the end result, she just could not help herself.

“Dear God, is that an incantation to Baal, Lord of Lies, written in the nigh indecipherable tongue of the ancient Phoenicians? I’m afraid to even attempt to pronounce it lest I summon some slumbering demon from the Dark Dimension. Like, are you serious? Did you make that abomination on purpose? ‘Cause, if you did, you should work for the Secret Service Intelligence Agency by coming up with codes and ciphers. I doubt there’s a cryptologist alive that could solve that enigma. I’m speechless. I really am. I’ve seen slime trails left by snails with more legibility than that. Where does language even stand in the aftermath of this cataclysm? If you wanna know what I thi—”

Kanata woke up in a cornfield.

>> No.42548091

Kanata woke up in a cornfield

>> No.42548094

How does Kanata like her coffe?

>> No.42548095

New janitor is the heiminschizo I see. Well hopefully he gets his status removed soon

>> No.42548096

>>42548091
coomfield

>> No.42548097

Kanata woke up in a cornfield

>> No.42548098 [DELETED] 

Kanata liked her coffee iced. Every morning she’d fight her way through the maze of empty cardboard boxes that occupied most of the square footage of her apartment. When she'd find the freezer, she’d grab a handful of ice, crush it into smithereens, and sprinkle them into her Gorilla Gulp coffee cup.

She liked to read mail flyers when she had her morning coffee. At worst, they entertained her. At best, they led to interesting experiences. On one particular morning, she found herself scanning an advertisement for a calligraphy instructor. Attached at the bottom was a cut-out coupon for one free calligraphy lesson.

Kanata read the copy aloud, just for the heck of it. “‘Sakamata’s sublime script-supplements succor students seeking soulful satisfaction. P.S. No refunds.’” She paused and let the words slither in the air. “What the hell kinda name is ‘Sakamata’?” She picked up an apple and crushed it in her right hand over her open mouth and let the juice drip into her gullet. When the unfortunate fruit was little more than skin and pulp, she threw it over her shoulder where it hit a tower of cardboard boxes, knocking them over with a crash. “Calligraphy could be fun,” she said after wiping the apple juice from her chin. She tore the coupon off the flyer.

At the appointed time, Kanata found herself the only student in a small recreation center classroom, sized for knitting circles and small book clubs. She sat at a writing desk feeling like she was in middle school again. There was a blackboard on the wall in front of her and someone had drawn a doodle of a killer whale encircled by stink lines and flies.

Kanata was in the midst of deciphering the doodle when the code was cracked by an odor so foul it brought tears to her eyes faster than stubbing her toe while watching the beginning of Pixar’s Up. She jumped to her feet, knocking over her chair, and rushed to open a window. In her desperation, she forgot to unlock the latch and, with the strength of a cyber-enhanced silverback, broke the frame, window, and wall all in one go. The fresh outside air that gushed in diluted the smell just enough to breathe, and Kanata regained enough composure to curse the frailty of humankind and their feeble constructions.

Behind her, the door swung wide and a silver-haired young woman wearing a black hood stood in the doorway like a bounty hunter after kicking in the swinging gates of an old-time saloon. After studying Kanata with the sangfroid of a trained killer, she said, “Is that a draught I feel?”

Kanata looked back behind her at the gaping hole in the wall. She spun back around. “That was there when I got here.”

“I see.” The young woman studied her from across the classroom for a few calculated moments, then shrugged and walked in and up to the blackboard. In a less murderous tone of voice, she asked, “Are you here for the lessons?”

Kanata scampered back to her desk like a child sprinting for the Christmas tree on Christmas morning. She righted her chair, sat down, and interlaced her fingers on top of the desk. "Yes.”

The young woman smiled at her. “Have you had calligraphy lessons before?”

“No, this is my first time.”

“How nice.” The young woman stared out of the hole in the wall. “I remember my first lesson. I had a disagreement with the instructor.” She laughed and looked at Kanata. “They called my writing messy. Can you believe that? Some people don’t deserve eyes if they can’t recognize elegance when they see it.”

The word ‘DANGER’ ran screaming, sirens blazing, over the tarmac of Kanata’s mind. She laughed nervously and gave a dry cough. “Yeah, some people can be real jerks.”

The young woman gave her a smile that was the equivalent of a cyanide-laced sugar pie. “Let’s hope you’re not one of them.” She turned and began scratching her name on the blackboard with a piece of white chalk.

When Kanata saw the end result, she just could not help herself.

“Dear God, is that an incantation to Baal, Lord of Lies, written in the nigh indecipherable tongue of the ancient Phoenicians? I’m afraid to even attempt to pronounce it lest I summon some slumbering demon from the Dark Dimension. Like, are you serious? Did you make that abomination on purpose? ‘Cause, if you did, you should work for the Secret Service Intelligence Agency by coming up with codes and ciphers. I doubt there’s a cryptologist alive that could solve that enigma. I’m speechless. I really am. I’ve seen slime trails left by snails with more legibility than that. Where does language even stand in the aftermath of this cataclysm? lf you wanna know what I thi—”

Kanata woke up in a cornfield.

>> No.42548099

>>42548094
iced

>> No.42548102

In the next thread there will be heimins

>> No.42548101

2023 is the year of Kanata channel

>> No.42548103

>>42548073
they can reverse the soul transfer she will be real

>> No.42548105

https://files.catbox.moe/15spd5.mp4

>> No.42548104

don't care filtered k*nata and you should too

>> No.42548106 [DELETED] 

Kanata liked her coffee iced. Every morning she’d fight her way through the maze of empty cardboard boxes that occupied most of the square footage of her apartment. When she'd find the freezer, she’d grab a handful of ice, crush it into smithereens, and sprinkle them into her Gorilla Gulp coffee cup.

She liked to read mail flyers when she had her morning coffee. At worst, they entertained her. At best, they led to interesting experiences. On one particular morning, she found herself scanning an advertisement for a calligraphy instructor. Attached at the bottom was a cut-out coupon for one free calligraphy lesson.

Kanata read the copy aloud, just for the heck of it. “‘Sakamata’s sublime script-supplements succor students seeking soulful satisfaction. P.S. No refunds.’” She paused and let the words slither in the air. “What the hell kinda name is ‘Sakamata’?” She picked up an apple and crushed it in her right hand over her open mouth and let the juice drip into her gullet. When the unfortunate fruit was little more than skin and pulp, she threw it over her shoulder where it hit a tower of cardboard boxes, knocking them over with a crash. “Calligraphy could be fun,” she said after wiping the apple juice from her chin. She tore the coupon off the flyer.

At the appointed time, Kanata found herself the only student in a small recreation center classroom, sized for knitting circles and small book clubs. She sat at a writing desk feeling like she was in middle school again. There was a blackboard on the wall in front of her and someone had drawn a doodle of a killer whale encircled by stink lines and flies.

Kanata was in the midst of deciphering the doodle when the code was cracked by an odor so foul it brought tears to her eyes faster than stubbing her toe while watching the beginning of Pixar’s Up. She jumped to her feet, knocking over her chair, and rushed to open a window. In her desperation, she forgot to unlock the latch and, with the strength of a cyber-enhanced silverback, broke the frame, window, and wall all in one go. The fresh outside air that gushed in diluted the smell just enough to breathe, and Kanata regained enough composure to curse the frailty of humankind and their feeble constructions.

Behind her, the door swung wide and a silver-haired young woman wearing a black hood stood in the doorway like a bounty hunter after kicking in the swinging gates of an old-time saloon. After studying Kanata with the sangfroid of a trained killer, she said, “Is that a draught I feel?”

Kanata looked back behind her at the gaping hole in the wall. She spun back around. “That was there when I got here.”

“I see.” The young woman studied her from across the classroom for a few calculated moments, then shrugged and walked in and up to the blackboard. In a less murderous tone of voice, she asked, “Are you here for the lessons?”

Kanata scampered back to her desk like a child sprinting for the Christmas tree on Christmas morning. She righted her chair, sat down, and interlaced her fingers on top of the desk. "Yes.”

The young woman smiled at her. “Have you had calligraphy lessons before?”

“No, this is my first time.”

“How nice.” The young woman stared out of the hole in the wall. “I remember my first lesson. I had a disagreement with the instructor.” She laughed and looked at Kanata. “They called my writing messy. Can you believe that? Some people don’t deserve eyes if they can’t recognize elegance when they see it.”

The word ‘DANGER’ ran screaming, sirens blazing, over the tarmac of Kanata’s mind. She Iaughed nervously and gave a dry cough. “Yeah, some people can be real jerks.”

The young woman gave her a smile that was the equivalent of a cyanide-laced sugar pie. “Let’s hope you’re not one of them.” She turned and began scratching her name on the blackboard with a piece of white chalk.

When Kanata saw the end result, she just could not help herself.

“Dear God, is that an incantation to Baal, Lord of Lies, written in the nigh indecipherable tongue of the ancient Phoenicians? I’m afraid to even attempt to pronounce it lest I summon some slumbering demon from the Dark Dimension. Like, are you serious? Did you make that abomination on purpose? ‘Cause, if you did, you should work for the Secret Service Intelligence Agency by coming up with codes and ciphers. I doubt there’s a cryptologist alive that could solve that enigma. I’m speechless. I really am. I’ve seen slime trails left by snails with more legibility than that. Where does language even stand in the aftermath of this cataclysm? If you wanna know what I thi—”

Kanata woke up in a cornfield.

>> No.42548108

Kanata woke up in a cornfield.

>> No.42548111

>>42548053
musclemen...

>> No.42548114

>ctrl f kanata
>462 results
damn

>> No.42548117

Prepare your ass to get sued man. YouTube can legit give personal data of a channel's user in cases of criminal offenses like this. Hope you didn't use a personal email or cellphone number in making your YouTube account cause boy, if Cover finds this, you're getting legally doxxed by the courts.

>> No.42548118 [DELETED] 

Kanata liked her coffee iced. Every morning she’d fight her way through the maze of empty cardboard boxes that occupied most of the square footage of her apartment. When she'd find the freezer, she’d grab a handful of ice, crush it into smithereens, and sprinkle them into her Gorilla Gulp coffee cup.

She liked to read mail flyers when she had her morning coffee. At worst, they entertained her. At best, they led to interesting experiences. On one particular morning, she found herself scanning an advertisement for a calligraphy instructor. Attached at the bottom was a cut-out coupon for one free calligraphy lesson.

Kanata read the copy aloud, just for the heck of it. “‘Sakamata’s sublime script-supplements succor students seeking soulful satisfaction. P.S. No refunds.’” She paused and let the words slither in the air. “What the hell kinda name is ‘Sakamata’?” She picked up an apple and crushed it in her right hand over her open mouth and let the juice drip into her gullet. When the unfortunate fruit was little more than skin and pulp, she threw it over her shoulder where it hit a tower of cardboard boxes, knocking them over with a crash. “Calligraphy could be fun,” she said after wiping the apple juice from her chin. She tore the coupon off the flyer.

At the appointed time, Kanata found herself the only student in a small recreation center classroom, sized for knitting circles and small book clubs. She sat at a writing desk feeling like she was in middle school again. There was a blackboard on the wall in front of her and someone had drawn a doodle of a killer whale encircled by stink lines and flies.

Kanata was in the midst of deciphering the doodle when the code was cracked by an odor so foul it brought tears to her eyes faster than stubbing her toe while watching the beginning of Pixar’s Up. She jumped to her feet, knocking over her chair, and rushed to open a window. In her desperation, she forgot to unlock the latch and, with the strength of a cyber-enhanced silverback, broke the frame, window, and wall all in one go. The fresh outside air that gushed in diluted the smell just enough to breathe, and Kanata regained enough composure to curse the frailty of humankind and their feeble constructions.

Behind her, the door swung wide and a silver-haired young woman wearing a black hood stood in the doorway like a bounty hunter after kicking in the swinging gates of an old-time saloon. After studying Kanata with the sangfroid of a trained killer, she said, “Is that a draught I feel?”

Kanata looked back behind her at the gaping hole in the wall. She spun back around. “That was there when I got here.”

“I see.” The young woman studied her from across the classroom for a few calculated moments, then shrugged and walked in and up to the blackboard. In a less murderous tone of voice, she asked, “Are you here for the lessons?”

Kanata scampered back to her desk like a child sprinting for the Christmas tree on Christmas morning. She righted her chair, sat down, and interlaced her fingers on top of the desk. "Yes.”

The young woman smiled at her. “Have you had calligraphy lessons before?”

“No, this is my first time.”

“How nice.” The young woman stared out of the hole in the wall. “I remember my first lesson. I had a disagreement with the instructor.” She laughed and looked at Kanata. “They called my writing messy. Can you believe that? Some people don’t deserve eyes if they can’t recognize elegance when they see it.”

The word ‘DANGER’ ran screaming, sirens blazing, over the tarmac of Kanata’s mind. She laughed nervously and gave a dry cough. “Yeah, some people can be real jerks.”

The young woman gave her a smile that was the equivalent of a cyanide-laced sugar pie. “Let’s hope you’re not one of them.” She turned and began scratching her name on the blackboard with a piece of white chalk.

When Kanata saw the end result, she just could not help herself.

“Dear God, is that an incantation to Baal, Lord of Lies, written in the nigh indecipherable tongue of the ancient Phoenicians? l'm afraid to even attempt to pronounce it lest I summon some slumbering demon from the Dark Dimension. Like, are you serious? Did you make that abomination on purpose? ‘Cause, if you did, you should work for the Secret Service Intelligence Agency by coming up with codes and ciphers. I doubt there’s a cryptologist alive that could solve that enigma. I’m speechless. I really am. I’ve seen slime trails left by snails with more legibility than that. Where does language even stand in the aftermath of this cataclysm? If you wanna know what I thi—”

Kanata woke up in a cornfield.

>> No.42548119

>>42548103
Anon..
Their bodies are already gone...

>> No.42548121

How do I filter this without fucking up ?

>> No.42548126

https://youtu.be/Q16KpquGsIc
https://youtu.be/Q16KpquGsIc
https://youtu.be/Q16KpquGsIc
https://youtu.be/Q16KpquGsIc

>> No.42548127

Towa...

>> No.42548128

>>42548117
But this is 4chan, not youtube

>> No.42548129

>>42548121
just scroll past it lol

>> No.42548130 [DELETED] 

Kanata liked her coffee iced. Every morning she’d fight her way through the maze of empty cardboard boxes that occupied most of the square footage of her apartment. When she'd find the freezer, she’d grab a handful of ice, crush it into smithereens, and sprinkle them into her Gorilla Gulp coffee cup.

She liked to read mail flyers when she had her morning coffee. At worst, they entertained her. At best, they led to interesting experiences. On one particular morning, she found herself scanning an advertisement for a calligraphy instructor. Attached at the bottom was a cut-out coupon for one free calligraphy lesson.

Kanata read the copy aloud, just for the heck of it. “‘Sakamata’s sublime script-supplements succor students seeking soulful satisfaction. P.S. No refunds.’” She paused and let the words slither in the air. “What the hell kinda name is ‘Sakamata’?” She picked up an apple and crushed it in her right hand over her open mouth and let the juice drip into her gullet. When the unfortunate fruit was little more than skin and pulp, she threw it over her shoulder where it hit a tower of cardboard boxes, knocking them over with a crash. “Calligraphy could be fun,” she said after wiping the apple juice from her chin. She tore the coupon off the flyer.

At the appointed time, Kanata found herself the only student in a small recreation center classroom, sized for knitting circles and small book clubs. She sat at a writing desk feeling like she was in middle school again. There was a blackboard on the wall in front of her and someone had drawn a doodle of a killer whale encircled by stink lines and flies.

Kanata was in the midst of deciphering the doodle when the code was cracked by an odor so foul it brought tears to her eyes faster than stubbing her toe while watching the beginning of Pixar’s Up. She jumped to her feet, knocking over her chair, and rushed to open a window. In her desperation, she forgot to unlock the latch and, with the strength of a cyber-enhanced silverback, broke the frame, window, and wall all in one go. The fresh outside air that gushed in diluted the smell just enough to breathe, and Kanata regained enough composure to curse the frailty of humankind and their feeble constructions.

Behind her, the door swung wide and a silver-haired young woman wearing a black hood stood in the doorway like a bounty hunter after kicking in the swinging gates of an old-time saloon. After studying Kanata with the sangfroid of a trained killer, she said, “Is that a draught I feel?”

Kanata looked back behind her at the gaping hole in the wall. She spun back around. “That was there when I got here.”

“I see.” The young woman studied her from across the classroom for a few calculated moments, then shrugged and walked in and up to the blackboard. In a less murderous tone of voice, she asked, “Are you here for the lessons?”

Kanata scampered back to her desk like a child sprinting for the Christmas tree on Christmas morning. She righted her chair, sat down, and interlaced her fingers on top of the desk. "Yes.”

The young woman smiled at her. “Have you had calligraphy lessons before?”

“No, this is my first time.”

“How nice.” The young woman stared out of the hole in the wall. “I remember my first lesson. I had a disagreement with the instructor.” She laughed and looked at Kanata. “They called my writing messy. Can you believe that? Some people don’t deserve eyes if they can’t recognize elegance when they see it.”

The word ‘DANGER’ ran screaming, sirens blazing, over the tarmac of Kanata’s mind. She laughed nervously and gave a dry cough. “Yeah, some people can be real jerks.”

The young woman gave her a smile that was the equivalent of a cyanide-laced sugar pie. “Let’s hope you’re not one of them.” She turned and began scratching her name on the blackboard with a piece of white chalk.

When Kanata saw the end result, she just could not help herself.

“Dear God, is that an incantation to Baal, Lord of Lies, written in the nigh indecipherable tongue of the ancient Phoenicians? I’m afraid to even attempt to pronounce it lest I summon some slumbering demon from the Dark Dimension. Like, are you serious? Did you make that abomination on purpose? ‘Cause, if you did, you should work for the Secret Service Intelligence Agency by coming up with codes and ciphers. I doubt there’s a cryptologist alive that could solve that enigma. I’m speechless. I really am. I’ve seen slime trails left by snails with more legibility than that. Where does Ianguage even stand in the aftermath of this cataclysm? lf you wanna know what I thi—”

Kanata woke up in a cornfield.

>> No.42548131

>>42548126
hmmm
hmmm
hmmm
hmmm
kore ka?
kore ka?
kore ka?
kore ka?
kore ka?

>> No.42548136

Hmm... F-ă+ün'@

>> No.42548137

Can you hear me?

>> No.42548139

Kanata woke UP

>> No.42548140 [DELETED] 

Kanata liked her coffee iced. Every morning she’d fight her way through the maze of empty cardboard boxes that occupied most of the square footage of her apartment. When she'd find the freezer, she’d grab a handful of ice, crush it into smithereens, and sprinkle them into her Gorilla Gulp coffee cup.

She liked to read mail flyers when she had her morning coffee. At worst, they entertained her. At best, they led to interesting experiences. On one particular morning, she found herself scanning an advertisement for a calligraphy instructor. Attached at the bottom was a cut-out coupon for one free calligraphy lesson.

Kanata read the copy aloud, just for the heck of it. “‘Sakamata’s sublime script-supplements succor students seeking soulful satisfaction. P.S. No refunds.’” She paused and let the words slither in the air. “What the hell kinda name is ‘Sakamata’?” She picked up an apple and crushed it in her right hand over her open mouth and let the juice drip into her gullet. When the unfortunate fruit was little more than skin and pulp, she threw it over her shoulder where it hit a tower of cardboard boxes, knocking them over with a crash. “Calligraphy could be fun,” she said after wiping the apple juice from her chin. She tore the coupon off the flyer.

At the appointed time, Kanata found herself the only student in a small recreation center classroom, sized for knitting circles and small book clubs. She sat at a writing desk feeling like she was in middle school again. There was a blackboard on the wall in front of her and someone had drawn a doodle of a killer whale encircled by stink lines and flies.

Kanata was in the midst of deciphering the doodle when the code was cracked by an odor so foul it brought tears to her eyes faster than stubbing her toe while watching the beginning of Pixar’s Up. She jumped to her feet, knocking over her chair, and rushed to open a window. In her desperation, she forgot to unlock the latch and, with the strength of a cyber-enhanced silverback, broke the frame, window, and wall all in one go. The fresh outside air that gushed in diluted the smell just enough to breathe, and Kanata regained enough composure to curse the frailty of humankind and their feeble constructions.

Behind her, the door swung wide and a silver-haired young woman wearing a black hood stood in the doorway like a bounty hunter after kicking in the swinging gates of an old-time saloon. After studying Kanata with the sangfroid of a trained killer, she said, “Is that a draught I feel?”

Kanata looked back behind her at the gaping hole in the wall. She spun back around. “That was there when I got here.”

“I see.” The young woman studied her from across the classroom for a few calculated moments, then shrugged and walked in and up to the blackboard. In a less murderous tone of voice, she asked, “Are you here for the lessons?”

Kanata scampered back to her desk like a child sprinting for the Christmas tree on Christmas morning. She righted her chair, sat down, and interlaced her fingers on top of the desk. "Yes.”

The young woman smiled at her. “Have you had calligraphy lessons before?”

“No, this is my first time.”

“How nice.” The young woman stared out of the hole in the wall. “I remember my first lesson. I had a disagreement with the instructor.” She Iaughed and looked at Kanata. “They called my writing messy. Can you believe that? Some people don’t deserve eyes if they can’t recognize elegance when they see it.”

The word ‘DANGER’ ran screaming, sirens blazing, over the tarmac of Kanata’s mind. She laughed nervously and gave a dry cough. “Yeah, some people can be real jerks.”

The young woman gave her a smile that was the equivalent of a cyanide-laced sugar pie. “Let’s hope you’re not one of them.” She turned and began scratching her name on the blackboard with a piece of white chalk.

When Kanata saw the end result, she just could not help herself.

“Dear God, is that an incantation to Baal, Lord of Lies, written in the nigh indecipherable tongue of the ancient Phoenicians? I’m afraid to even attempt to pronounce it lest I summon some slumbering demon from the Dark Dimension. Like, are you serious? Did you make that abomination on purpose? ‘Cause, if you did, you should work for the Secret Service Intelligence Agency by coming up with codes and ciphers. I doubt there’s a cryptologist alive that could solve that enigma. I’m speechless. I really am. I’ve seen slime trails left by snails with more legibility than that. Where does language even stand in the aftermath of this cataclysm? If you wanna know what I thi—”

Kanata woke up in a cornfield.

>> No.42548145

https://litter.catbox.moe/m9ni8n.mp4

>> No.42548146 [DELETED] 

Kanata liked her coffee iced. Every morning she’d fight her way through the maze of empty cardboard boxes that occupied most of the square footage of her apartment. When she'd find the freezer, she’d grab a handful of ice, crush it into smithereens, and sprinkle them into her Gorilla Gulp coffee cup.

She liked to read mail flyers when she had her morning coffee. At worst, they entertained her. At best, they led to interesting experiences. On one particular morning, she found herself scanning an advertisement for a calligraphy instructor. Attached at the bottom was a cut-out coupon for one free calligraphy lesson.

Kanata read the copy aloud, just for the heck of it. “‘Sakamata’s sublime script-supplements succor students seeking soulful satisfaction. P.S. No refunds.’” She paused and let the words slither in the air. “What the hell kinda name is ‘Sakamata’?” She picked up an apple and crushed it in her right hand over her open mouth and let the juice drip into her gullet. When the unfortunate fruit was little more than skin and pulp, she threw it over her shoulder where it hit a tower of cardboard boxes, knocking them over with a crash. “Calligraphy could be fun,” she said after wiping the apple juice from her chin. She tore the coupon off the flyer.

At the appointed time, Kanata found herself the only student in a small recreation center classroom, sized for knitting circles and small book clubs. She sat at a writing desk feeling like she was in middle school again. There was a blackboard on the wall in front of her and someone had drawn a doodle of a killer whale encircled by stink lines and flies.

Kanata was in the midst of deciphering the doodle when the code was cracked by an odor so foul it brought tears to her eyes faster than stubbing her toe while watching the beginning of Pixar’s Up. She jumped to her feet, knocking over her chair, and rushed to open a window. In her desperation, she forgot to unlock the latch and, with the strength of a cyber-enhanced silverback, broke the frame, window, and wall all in one go. The fresh outside air that gushed in diluted the smell just enough to breathe, and Kanata regained enough composure to curse the frailty of humankind and their feeble constructions.

Behind her, the door swung wide and a silver-haired young woman wearing a black hood stood in the doorway like a bounty hunter after kicking in the swinging gates of an old-time saloon. After studying Kanata with the sangfroid of a trained killer, she said, “Is that a draught I feel?”

Kanata looked back behind her at the gaping hole in the wall. She spun back around. “That was there when I got here.”

“I see.” The young woman studied her from across the classroom for a few calculated moments, then shrugged and walked in and up to the blackboard. In a less murderous tone of voice, she asked, “Are you here for the lessons?”

Kanata scampered back to her desk like a child sprinting for the Christmas tree on Christmas morning. She righted her chair, sat down, and interlaced her fingers on top of the desk. "Yes.”

The young woman smiled at her. “Have you had calligraphy lessons before?”

“No, this is my first time.”

“How nice.” The young woman stared out of the hole in the wall. “I remember my first lesson. I had a disagreement with the instructor.” She laughed and looked at Kanata. “They called my writing messy. Can you believe that? Some people don’t deserve eyes if they can’t recognize elegance when they see it.”

The word ‘DANGER’ ran screaming, sirens blazing, over the tarmac of Kanata’s mind. She laughed nervously and gave a dry cough. “Yeah, some people can be real jerks.”

The young woman gave her a smile that was the equivalent of a cyanide-laced sugar pie. “Let’s hope you’re not one of them.” She turned and began scratching her name on the blackboard with a piece of white chaIk.

When Kanata saw the end result, she just could not help herself.

“Dear God, is that an incantation to Baal, Lord of Lies, written in the nigh indecipherable tongue of the ancient Phoenicians? I’m afraid to even attempt to pronounce it lest I summon some slumbering demon from the Dark Dimension. Like, are you serious? Did you make that abomination on purpose? ‘Cause, if you did, you should work for the Secret Service Intelligence Agency by coming up with codes and ciphers. I doubt there’s a cryptologist alive that could solve that enigma. I’m speechless. I really am. I’ve seen slime trails left by snails with more legibility than that. Where does language even stand in the aftermath of this cataclysm? If you wanna know what I thi—”

Kanata woke up in a cornfield.

>> No.42548149

Okayu's gone...

>> No.42548151

Otsukayu!

>> No.42548152

>>42548119
we simply need a sacrifice a new vessel

>> No.42548156 [DELETED] 

Kanata liked her coffee iced. Every morning she’d fight her way through the maze of empty cardboard boxes that occupied most of the square footage of her apartment. When she'd find the freezer, she’d grab a handful of ice, crush it into smithereens, and sprinkle them into her Gorilla Gulp coffee cup.

She liked to read mail flyers when she had her morning coffee. At worst, they entertained her. At best, they led to interesting experiences. On one particular morning, she found herself scanning an advertisement for a calIigraphy instructor. Attached at the bottom was a cut-out coupon for one free calligraphy lesson.

Kanata read the copy aloud, just for the heck of it. “‘Sakamata’s sublime script-supplements succor students seeking soulful satisfaction. P.S. No refunds.’” She paused and let the words slither in the air. “What the hell kinda name is ‘Sakamata’?” She picked up an apple and crushed it in her right hand over her open mouth and let the juice drip into her gullet. When the unfortunate fruit was little more than skin and pulp, she threw it over her shoulder where it hit a tower of cardboard boxes, knocking them over with a crash. “Calligraphy could be fun,” she said after wiping the apple juice from her chin. She tore the coupon off the flyer.

At the appointed time, Kanata found herself the only student in a small recreation center classroom, sized for knitting circles and small book clubs. She sat at a writing desk feeling like she was in middle school again. There was a blackboard on the wall in front of her and someone had drawn a doodle of a killer whale encircled by stink lines and flies.

Kanata was in the midst of deciphering the doodle when the code was cracked by an odor so foul it brought tears to her eyes faster than stubbing her toe while watching the beginning of Pixar’s Up. She jumped to her feet, knocking over her chair, and rushed to open a window. In her desperation, she forgot to unlock the latch and, with the strength of a cyber-enhanced silverback, broke the frame, window, and wall all in one go. The fresh outside air that gushed in diluted the smell just enough to breathe, and Kanata regained enough composure to curse the frailty of humankind and their feeble constructions.

Behind her, the door swung wide and a silver-haired young woman wearing a black hood stood in the doorway like a bounty hunter after kicking in the swinging gates of an old-time saloon. After studying Kanata with the sangfroid of a trained killer, she said, “Is that a draught I feel?”

Kanata looked back behind her at the gaping hole in the wall. She spun back around. “That was there when I got here.”

“I see.” The young woman studied her from across the classroom for a few calculated moments, then shrugged and walked in and up to the blackboard. In a less murderous tone of voice, she asked, “Are you here for the lessons?”

Kanata scampered back to her desk like a child sprinting for the Christmas tree on Christmas morning. She righted her chair, sat down, and interlaced her fingers on top of the desk. "Yes.”

The young woman smiled at her. “Have you had calligraphy lessons before?”

“No, this is my first time.”

“How nice.” The young woman stared out of the hole in the wall. “I remember my first lesson. I had a disagreement with the instructor.” She laughed and looked at Kanata. “They called my writing messy. Can you believe that? Some people don’t deserve eyes if they can’t recognize elegance when they see it.”

The word ‘DANGER’ ran screaming, sirens blazing, over the tarmac of Kanata’s mind. She laughed nervously and gave a dry cough. “Yeah, some people can be real jerks.”

The young woman gave her a smile that was the equivalent of a cyanide-laced sugar pie. “Let’s hope you’re not one of them.” She turned and began scratching her name on the blackboard with a piece of white chalk.

When Kanata saw the end result, she just could not help herself.

“Dear God, is that an incantation to Baal, Lord of Lies, written in the nigh indecipherable tongue of the ancient Phoenicians? I’m afraid to even attempt to pronounce it lest I summon some slumbering demon from the Dark Dimension. Like, are you serious? Did you make that abomination on purpose? ‘Cause, if you did, you should work for the Secret Service Intelligence Agency by coming up with codes and ciphers. I doubt there’s a cryptologist alive that could solve that enigma. I’m speechless. I really am. I’ve seen slime trails left by snails with more legibility than that. Where does language even stand in the aftermath of this cataclysm? If you wanna know what I thi—”

Kanata woke up in a cornfield.

>> No.42548158

>>42548152
Won't be an elf. There are no elves in this cursed world of ours

>> No.42548162

>>42548158
but the soul will be elven

>> No.42548163

Okayu should go back to doing lewd members only ASMR

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WHO IS KIARA? A PHOENIX WRESTLER, NOT HOLOLIVE
WHO IS MORI? A MORBIDLY OBESE CONNOR CUMDUMP, NOT HOLOLIVE
WHO IS AMELIA? NEET'S CUM SLAVE, NOT HOLOLIVE
WHO IS INA? A FUCKING GOOK, NOT HOLOLIVE
WHO IS GURA? JAY'S CUMDUMP, NOT HOLOLIVE
WHO IS BAE? A FUCKING CHINKSTRA, NOT HOLOLIVE
WHO IS KRONII? A TRANNY GOOK, NOT HOLOLIVE
WHO IS FAUNA? EDDIE'S WHORE, NOT HOLOLIVE
WHO IS MUMEI? MARCEL'S CUMSOCK, NOT HOLOLIVE

>> No.42548167 [DELETED] 

Kanata liked her coffee iced. Every morning she’d fight her way through the maze of empty cardboard boxes that occupied most of the square footage of her apartment. When she'd find the freezer, she’d grab a handful of ice, crush it into smithereens, and sprinkle them into her Gorilla Gulp coffee cup.

She liked to read mail flyers when she had her morning coffee. At worst, they entertained her. At best, they led to interesting experiences. On one particular morning, she found herself scanning an advertisement for a calligraphy instructor. Attached at the bottom was a cut-out coupon for one free calligraphy lesson.

Kanata read the copy aloud, just for the heck of it. “‘Sakamata’s sublime script-supplements succor students seeking soulful satisfaction. P.S. No refunds.’” She paused and let the words slither in the air. “What the hell kinda name is ‘Sakamata’?” She picked up an apple and crushed it in her right hand over her open mouth and let the juice drip into her gullet. When the unfortunate fruit was little more than skin and pulp, she threw it over her shoulder where it hit a tower of cardboard boxes, knocking them over with a crash. “Calligraphy could be fun,” she said after wiping the apple juice from her chin. She tore the coupon off the flyer.

At the appointed time, Kanata found herself the only student in a small recreation center classroom, sized for knitting circles and small book clubs. She sat at a writing desk feeling like she was in middle school again. There was a blackboard on the wall in front of her and someone had drawn a doodle of a killer whale encircled by stink lines and flies.

Kanata was in the midst of deciphering the doodle when the code was cracked by an odor so foul it brought tears to her eyes faster than stubbing her toe while watching the beginning of Pixar’s Up. She jumped to her feet, knocking over her chair, and rushed to open a window. In her desperation, she forgot to unlock the latch and, with the strength of a cyber-enhanced silverback, broke the frame, window, and wall all in one go. The fresh outside air that gushed in diluted the smell just enough to breathe, and Kanata regained enough composure to curse the frailty of humankind and their feeble constructions.

Behind her, the door swung wide and a silver-haired young woman wearing a black hood stood in the doorway like a bounty hunter after kicking in the swinging gates of an old-time saloon. After studying Kanata with the sangfroid of a trained killer, she said, “Is that a draught I feel?”

Kanata looked back behind her at the gaping hole in the wall. She spun back around. “That was there when I got here.”

“l see.” The young woman studied her from across the classroom for a few calculated moments, then shrugged and walked in and up to the blackboard. In a less murderous tone of voice, she asked, “Are you here for the lessons?”

Kanata scampered back to her desk like a child sprinting for the Christmas tree on Christmas morning. She righted her chair, sat down, and interlaced her fingers on top of the desk. "Yes.”

The young woman smiled at her. “Have you had calligraphy lessons before?”

“No, this is my first time.”

“How nice.” The young woman stared out of the hole in the wall. “I remember my first lesson. I had a disagreement with the instructor.” She laughed and looked at Kanata. “They called my writing messy. Can you believe that? Some people don’t deserve eyes if they can’t recognize elegance when they see it.”

The word ‘DANGER’ ran screaming, sirens blazing, over the tarmac of Kanata’s mind. She laughed nervously and gave a dry cough. “Yeah, some people can be real jerks.”

The young woman gave her a smile that was the equivalent of a cyanide-laced sugar pie. “Let’s hope you’re not one of them.” She turned and began scratching her name on the blackboard with a piece of white chalk.

When Kanata saw the end result, she just could not help herself.

“Dear God, is that an incantation to Baal, Lord of Lies, written in the nigh indecipherable tongue of the ancient Phoenicians? I’m afraid to even attempt to pronounce it lest I summon some slumbering demon from the Dark Dimension. Like, are you serious? Did you make that abomination on purpose? ‘Cause, if you did, you should work for the Secret Service Intelligence Agency by coming up with codes and ciphers. I doubt there’s a cryptologist alive that could solve that enigma. I’m speechless. I really am. I’ve seen slime trails left by snails with more legibility than that. Where does language even stand in the aftermath of this cataclysm? If you wanna know what I thi—”

Kanata woke up in a cornfield.

>> No.42548169

>>42548163
Subaru please we get it you only got her membership for that

>> No.42548170

>>42548051
Do not trust an elf, and NEVER EVER fall in love with one.
https://litter.catbox.moe/uvyax5.png

>> No.42548173

>>42548162
Doesn't matter. The genetic material won't be correct. If all you want is the soul, the virtual one will do. There's no point in the flesh if it isn't elven

>> No.42548177 [DELETED] 

Kanata liked her coffee iced. Every morning she’d fight her way through the maze of empty cardboard boxes that occupied most of the square footage of her apartment. When she'd find the freezer, she’d grab a handful of ice, crush it into smithereens, and sprinkle them into her Gorilla Gulp coffee cup.

She liked to read mail flyers when she had her morning coffee. At worst, they entertained her. At best, they led to interesting experiences. On one particular morning, she found herself scanning an advertisement for a calligraphy instructor. Attached at the bottom was a cut-out coupon for one free calligraphy lesson.

Kanata read the copy aloud, just for the heck of it. “‘Sakamata’s sublime script-supplements succor students seeking soulful satisfaction. P.S. No refunds.’” She paused and let the words slither in the air. “What the hell kinda name is ‘Sakamata’?” She picked up an apple and crushed it in her right hand over her open mouth and let the juice drip into her gullet. When the unfortunate fruit was little more than skin and pulp, she threw it over her shoulder where it hit a tower of cardboard boxes, knocking them over with a crash. “Calligraphy could be fun,” she said after wiping the apple juice from her chin. She tore the coupon off the flyer.

At the appointed time, Kanata found herself the only student in a small recreation center classroom, sized for knitting circles and small book clubs. She sat at a writing desk feeling like she was in middle school again. There was a blackboard on the wall in front of her and someone had drawn a doodle of a killer whale encircled by stink lines and flies.

Kanata was in the midst of deciphering the doodle when the code was cracked by an odor so foul it brought tears to her eyes faster than stubbing her toe while watching the beginning of Pixar’s Up. She jumped to her feet, knocking over her chair, and rushed to open a window. In her desperation, she forgot to unlock the latch and, with the strength of a cyber-enhanced silverback, broke the frame, window, and wall all in one go. The fresh outside air that gushed in diluted the smell just enough to breathe, and Kanata regained enough composure to curse the frailty of humankind and their feeble constructions.

Behind her, the door swung wide and a silver-haired young woman wearing a black hood stood in the doorway like a bounty hunter after kicking in the swinging gates of an old-time saloon. After studying Kanata with the sangfroid of a trained killer, she said, “Is that a draught I feel?”

Kanata looked back behind her at the gaping hole in the wall. She spun back around. “That was there when I got here.”

“I see.” The young woman studied her from across the classroom for a few calculated moments, then shrugged and walked in and up to the blackboard. In a less murderous tone of voice, she asked, “Are you here for the lessons?”

Kanata scampered back to her desk like a child sprinting for the Christmas tree on Christmas morning. She righted her chair, sat down, and interlaced her fingers on top of the desk. "Yes.”

The young woman smiled at her. “Have you had calligraphy lessons before?”

“No, this is my first time.”

“How nice.” The young woman stared out of the hole in the wall. “I remember my first lesson. I had a disagreement with the instructor.” She laughed and looked at Kanata. “They called my writing messy. Can you believe that? Some people don’t deserve eyes if they can’t recognize elegance when they see it.”

The word ‘DANGER’ ran screaming, sirens blazing, over the tarmac of Kanata’s mind. She laughed nervously and gave a dry cough. “Yeah, some people can be real jerks.”

The young woman gave her a smile that was the equivalent of a cyanide-laced sugar pie. “Let’s hope you’re not one of them.” She turned and began scratching her name on the blackboard with a piece of white chalk.

When Kanata saw the end result, she just could not help herself.

“Dear God, is that an incantation to Baal, Lord of Lies, written in the nigh indecipherable tongue of the ancient Phoenicians? I’m afraid to even attempt to pronounce it lest I summon some slumbering demon from the Dark Dimension. Like, are you serious? Did you make that abomination on purpose? ‘Cause, if you did, you should work for the Secret Service Intelligence Agency by coming up with codes and ciphers. I doubt there’s a cryptologist alive that could solve that enigma. I’m speechless. I really am. I’ve seen slime trails left by snails with more legibility than that. Where does language even stand in the aftermath of this cataclysm? If you wanna know what I thi—”

Kanata woke up in a cornfield.

>> No.42548179

Iced coffee is awful

>> No.42548180

I will never have sex...

>> No.42548183

literally where the fuck are jannies? do your fucking job

>> No.42548186 [DELETED] 

>>42548165
Holy based

>> No.42548187

https://litter.catbox.moe/msmsct.jpg

>> No.42548188

>>42548053
Goofy muscle-bound white dude who somehow managed to become some super giga shaolin monk for no reason, he is the most interesting character in that shitshow for sure

>> No.42548189 [DELETED] 

Kanata liked her coffee iced. Every morning she’d fight her way through the maze of empty cardboard boxes that occupied most of the square footage of her apartment. When she'd find the freezer, she’d grab a handful of ice, crush it into smithereens, and sprinkle them into her Gorilla Gulp coffee cup.

She liked to read mail flyers when she had her morning coffee. At worst, they entertained her. At best, they led to interesting experiences. On one particular morning, she found herself scanning an advertisement for a calligraphy instructor. Attached at the bottom was a cut-out coupon for one free calligraphy lesson.

Kanata read the copy aloud, just for the heck of it. “‘Sakamata’s sublime script-supplements succor students seeking soulful satisfaction. P.S. No refunds.’” She paused and let the words slither in the air. “What the hell kinda name is ‘Sakamata’?” She picked up an apple and crushed it in her right hand over her open mouth and let the juice drip into her gullet. When the unfortunate fruit was little more than skin and pulp, she threw it over her shoulder where it hit a tower of cardboard boxes, knocking them over with a crash. “Calligraphy could be fun,” she said after wiping the apple juice from her chin. She tore the coupon off the flyer.

At the appointed time, Kanata found herself the only student in a small recreation center classroom, sized for knitting circles and small book clubs. She sat at a writing desk feeling like she was in middle school again. There was a blackboard on the wall in front of her and someone had drawn a doodle of a killer whale encircled by stink lines and flies.

Kanata was in the midst of deciphering the doodle when the code was cracked by an odor so foul it brought tears to her eyes faster than stubbing her toe while watching the beginning of Pixar’s Up. She jumped to her feet, knocking over her chair, and rushed to open a window. In her desperation, she forgot to unlock the latch and, with the strength of a cyber-enhanced silverback, broke the frame, window, and wall all in one go. The fresh outside air that gushed in diluted the smell just enough to breathe, and Kanata regained enough composure to curse the frailty of humankind and their feeble constructions.

Behind her, the door swung wide and a silver-haired young woman wearing a black hood stood in the doorway like a bounty hunter after kicking in the swinging gates of an old-time saloon. After studying Kanata with the sangfroid of a trained killer, she said, “Is that a draught I feel?”

Kanata looked back behind her at the gaping hole in the wall. She spun back around. “That was there when I got here.”

“I see.” The young woman studied her from across the classroom for a few calculated moments, then shrugged and walked in and up to the blackboard. In a less murderous tone of voice, she asked, “Are you here for the lessons?”

Kanata scampered back to her desk like a child sprinting for the Christmas tree on Christmas morning. She righted her chair, sat down, and interlaced her fingers on top of the desk. "Yes.”

The young woman smiled at her. “Have you had calligraphy lessons before?”

“No, this is my first time.”

“How nice.” The young woman stared out of the hole in the wall. “I remember my first lesson. l had a disagreement with the instructor.” She laughed and looked at Kanata. “They called my writing messy. Can you believe that? Some people don’t deserve eyes if they can’t recognize elegance when they see it.”

The word ‘DANGER’ ran screaming, sirens blazing, over the tarmac of Kanata’s mind. She laughed nervously and gave a dry cough. “Yeah, some people can be real jerks.”

The young woman gave her a smile that was the equivalent of a cyanide-laced sugar pie. “Let’s hope you’re not one of them.” She turned and began scratching her name on the blackboard with a piece of white chalk.

When Kanata saw the end result, she just could not help herself.

“Dear God, is that an incantation to Baal, Lord of Lies, written in the nigh indecipherable tongue of the ancient Phoenicians? I’m afraid to even attempt to pronounce it lest I summon some slumbering demon from the Dark Dimension. Like, are you serious? Did you make that abomination on purpose? ‘Cause, if you did, you should work for the Secret Service Intelligence Agency by coming up with codes and ciphers. I doubt there’s a cryptologist alive that could solve that enigma. I’m speechless. I really am. I’ve seen slime trails left by snails with more legibility than that. Where does language even stand in the aftermath of this cataclysm? If you wanna know what I thi—”

Kanata woke up in a cornfield.

>> No.42548190

I think bae is cute and I'm going to enjoy feBAEuary very much

>> No.42548191

>>42548187
Me on the left.

>> No.42548192

Don't delete them, I want to post an image so let him continue

>> No.42548195

>open watame stream
>"UI BEAM"
This fucking sheep...

>> No.42548197 [DELETED] 

Kanata Iiked her coffee iced. Every morning she’d fight her way through the maze of empty cardboard boxes that occupied most of the square footage of her apartment. When she'd find the freezer, she’d grab a handful of ice, crush it into smithereens, and sprinkle them into her Gorilla Gulp coffee cup.

She liked to read mail flyers when she had her morning coffee. At worst, they entertained her. At best, they led to interesting experiences. On one particular morning, she found herself scanning an advertisement for a calligraphy instructor. Attached at the bottom was a cut-out coupon for one free calligraphy lesson.

Kanata read the copy aloud, just for the heck of it. “‘Sakamata’s sublime script-supplements succor students seeking soulful satisfaction. P.S. No refunds.’” She paused and let the words slither in the air. “What the hell kinda name is ‘Sakamata’?” She picked up an apple and crushed it in her right hand over her open mouth and let the juice drip into her gullet. When the unfortunate fruit was little more than skin and pulp, she threw it over her shoulder where it hit a tower of cardboard boxes, knocking them over with a crash. “Calligraphy could be fun,” she said after wiping the apple juice from her chin. She tore the coupon off the flyer.

At the appointed time, Kanata found herself the only student in a small recreation center classroom, sized for knitting circles and small book clubs. She sat at a writing desk feeling like she was in middle school again. There was a blackboard on the wall in front of her and someone had drawn a doodle of a killer whale encircled by stink lines and flies.

Kanata was in the midst of deciphering the doodle when the code was cracked by an odor so foul it brought tears to her eyes faster than stubbing her toe while watching the beginning of Pixar’s Up. She jumped to her feet, knocking over her chair, and rushed to open a window. In her desperation, she forgot to unlock the latch and, with the strength of a cyber-enhanced silverback, broke the frame, window, and wall all in one go. The fresh outside air that gushed in diluted the smell just enough to breathe, and Kanata regained enough composure to curse the frailty of humankind and their feeble constructions.

Behind her, the door swung wide and a silver-haired young woman wearing a black hood stood in the doorway like a bounty hunter after kicking in the swinging gates of an old-time saloon. After studying Kanata with the sangfroid of a trained killer, she said, “Is that a draught I feel?”

Kanata looked back behind her at the gaping hole in the wall. She spun back around. “That was there when I got here.”

“I see.” The young woman studied her from across the classroom for a few calculated moments, then shrugged and walked in and up to the blackboard. In a less murderous tone of voice, she asked, “Are you here for the lessons?”

Kanata scampered back to her desk like a child sprinting for the Christmas tree on Christmas morning. She righted her chair, sat down, and interlaced her fingers on top of the desk. "Yes.”

The young woman smiled at her. “Have you had calligraphy lessons before?”

“No, this is my first time.”

“How nice.” The young woman stared out of the hole in the wall. “I remember my first lesson. I had a disagreement with the instructor.” She laughed and looked at Kanata. “They called my writing messy. Can you believe that? Some people don’t deserve eyes if they can’t recognize elegance when they see it.”

The word ‘DANGER’ ran screaming, sirens blazing, over the tarmac of Kanata’s mind. She laughed nervously and gave a dry cough. “Yeah, some people can be real jerks.”

The young woman gave her a smile that was the equivalent of a cyanide-laced sugar pie. “Let’s hope you’re not one of them.” She turned and began scratching her name on the blackboard with a piece of white chalk.

When Kanata saw the end result, she just could not help herself.

“Dear God, is that an incantation to Baal, Lord of Lies, written in the nigh indecipherable tongue of the ancient Phoenicians? I’m afraid to even attempt to pronounce it lest I summon some slumbering demon from the Dark Dimension. Like, are you serious? Did you make that abomination on purpose? ‘Cause, if you did, you should work for the Secret Service Intelligence Agency by coming up with codes and ciphers. I doubt there’s a cryptologist alive that could solve that enigma. I’m speechless. I really am. I’ve seen slime trails left by snails with more legibility than that. Where does language even stand in the aftermath of this cataclysm? If you wanna know what I thi—”

Kanata woke up in a cornfield.

>> No.42548199

nice thread, last samurai

>> No.42548201

>>42548195
Please open the stream every 5 minutes, we need more ui beams

>> No.42548202

>>42548199
next one will be better

>> No.42548203

>>42547674
This got deleted alongside the spam... interesting...
Hoshinguyens? Your response?

>> No.42548207

heimins won

>> No.42548210

gaymin lost yet again, just like every other day

>> No.42548213

heimin's hymen...

>> No.42548214

>>42548199
Tom Cruise is the spammer?!

>> No.42548216

Towa isn't real

>> No.42548217

>>42548203
No hoshiyomi would post such garbage art

>> No.42548219

https://pocopocoing.fanbox.cc/posts/5113724
guys... do you have 500 JPY? I really want to see that image uncensored...

>> No.42548224 [DELETED] 

The schizo fucked up the archive with this spam...

>> No.42548225

>>42548219
Is there a dog in it? If not, then no can do.

>> No.42548226

This is real
*cums in your mouth*

>> No.42548227

Every day I see you chain-complaining about posts that I don't see.
Filters sure are great!

>> No.42548229

>>42548219
Do you really not have 3 bucks you disgusting beggar 3rd world leech? Christ you're an embarrassment. Even too stupid to find where it's at for free. Kill yourself.

>> No.42548230

Lets have an interesting conversation
Is there anything you want to talk about ?

>> No.42548232

>>42548230
Twowa...

>> No.42548233

over 400 kanatas gone... into the void
heimins lost

>> No.42548234

/kanata/i

>> No.42548236

>>42548233
The katanas we lost... won't stop hurting...

>> No.42548237

GODmin status?

>> No.42548240

>>42548230
Holos getting fucked by dogs and horses

>> No.42548242

>>42548230
I'm thinking about Ojou's feet

>> No.42548246

>>42548232
what about her?

Captcha: DR ONIONS
https://files.catbox.moe/fvncdz.png

>> No.42548254

>>42548229
I don't have a credit card, piece of shit. Go suck a jew cock, """"white person""""

>> No.42548256

>>42548219
https://litter.catbox.moe/48ifl0.png

>> No.42548257

>>42548230
not really
for schizos, is spamming www at the end of a sentence on the same level as typing on all caps and putting an lmao at the end

>> No.42548260

>>42548256
*cums prematurely*

>> No.42548262

>>42548257
unchiwwwwwwwwww

>> No.42548263

>>42548240
keep that shit contained to sidebranches

>>42548242
they must stink from all the cum from all those different clients

>> No.42548265

>>42548219
it's on kemono you retard

>> No.42548266

>>42548263
All me (no joke)

>> No.42548267

Why is the company forbidding Gura to stream? What's the goal?

>> No.42548275

>>42548267
to strike the EN filth right at their roots

>> No.42548278

>>42548230
I'd like to discuss the monarchy of the candy kingdom

>> No.42548279

>>42548267
Upsetting you

>> No.42548283

*back flips*

>> No.42548284

>>42548267
Not hololive

>> No.42548286

*lands on his neck*

>> No.42548289

>>42548256
thanks. that's all I wanted.

>> No.42548291

>>42548283
*flips you back*
Settle down now

>> No.42548293

*slaps lunaito*

>> No.42548295

>>42548283
*claps*

>> No.42548298

ah fuck it's 2 weeks for valentine's
hope your oshi streams

>> No.42548299

Wake me up when Miko is streaming

>> No.42548304

>>42548298
WARM YOUR CHICKENS

>> No.42548307

I'm writing requests to fumihiko, any suggestions?

>> No.42548309

>>42548278
>Kingdom
Its an Empire sweetie

>> No.42548310

I don't know if that anon who requested Okayu singing Haachama Cooking theme is still here, but dozo!
https://files.catbox.moe/2uxf9f.webm
Also a couple bonus ones of Okayu making noises
Okayu shears Watame - https://files.catbox.moe/lxxu90.webm
Okayu moans while milking Noel - https://files.catbox.moe/iclv75.webm

>> No.42548311

its not worth trying anymore

>> No.42548317

>>42548307
Something about Sora, anything (If it's paizuri better)

>> No.42548319

>>42548307
Art lessons and therapy

>> No.42548326

>>42548311
it's always worth trying anon, the knowledge of knowing it's worth it

>> No.42548328

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WHrWaqS9uco
Fauna got that rizz

>> No.42548329

>>42548304
My chicken is frigid...

>> No.42548337

>>42548298
2 weeks til Gura!

>> No.42548343

>>42548310
Thanks anon.
It was me the truther who asked

>> No.42548345

i want marine to draw on my sack

>> No.42548346

>>42548329
Did you try to fuck your chicken?

>> No.42548352

>>42548346
It's a metaphorical chicken, fucking it won't make it less cold.

>> No.42548354

>>42548293
気持ちいい... now call me a slut while you do it but then be gentle...

>> No.42548355

Chicken this
*lays an egg*

>> No.42548357

>>42548352
Sure it would, the friction would make it less cold

>> No.42548358

>>42548309
don't call me sweetie unless your giving out butterscotch hard candy

>> No.42548360

>>42548352
Ah, I thought you meant frigid as in unable to feel sexual pleasure or orgasm

>> No.42548361

>>42548355
Kiara!?

>> No.42548363

mom bought me a pork loin but i don't know how to cook it

>> No.42548365

https://youtu.be/1hfb56pW_Ec
MERUMERU!!!

>> No.42548366

>>42548354
I'd better call you slutnaito
you are the shame of the fanbase

>> No.42548367

>>42548230
Zelda Botw is overrated.

>> No.42548368

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1hfb56pW_Ec
AsaMeru!

>> No.42548369

I love Meru
She's one of the cutest members and her morning streams are cute and fun. If I were japanese I would watch them everyday

>> No.42548371

>>42548358
oh I got all the hard candy...mouth fill of it

>> No.42548372

What do you think about lunaitos?

>> No.42548373

>>42548363
Season, sear, toss in oven until it registers around 63 celsius at the thickest point

>> No.42548374

reminder that asameru is the ONLY news source for pure unbiased journalism with a cute vampire

>> No.42548376

>>42548343
No problem, Liar. And here I thought more anons were reaching out for my services

>> No.42548377

>>42548363
put it in the microwave for like 15 minutes, check on it then keep nuking it in 5 minute intervals until its edible.

>> No.42548378

> Started streaming 8 hours ago
Sheep is putting in longer work days than me...

>> No.42548381

Ohakappu, browns.

>> No.42548382

>>42548372
I'm thinking about what to do at the gym today

>> No.42548383

Interesting deleted posts, hmmm.

>> No.42548384

>>42548367
yeah bat ass

>> No.42548385

I only watch Watame when she starts reading supas

>> No.42548388

I'm watching Yui

>> No.42548389

Meru looks so fucking smart right now!
https://litter.catbox.moe/7ceeul.png

>> No.42548390

>>42548363
Use low temp so it does not get dry tho. Loin being too dry is a common kitchen error so don't beat yourself up about it if it is dry.

>> No.42548393

>>42548363
I would throw it in the air fryer

>> No.42548395

>>42548343
>>42548376
Why do these cananfags feel the need to constantly shitpost, ritual post and overall ruin the thread every single fucking day?

>> No.42548400

>>42548366
n-no I'm not...

>> No.42548401

>>42548383
I don't understand why the greenturd is doing this...

>> No.42548403

>>42548395
Why not just filter it instead of being a whiny little baby

>> No.42548406

>>42548372
They're cute and I'd like to make one of them my wife.

>> No.42548405

Akutan no koto su ki su gi

>> No.42548407

>>42548395
he's trying to become a thread celebrity just ignore them

>> No.42548411

>>42548389
How so?

>> No.42548414

Okayu's voice is so nice. The "people" who bullied her are fucking retarded.

>> No.42548413

>>42548372
I don't understand how they fit into that cute little pink armor with how muscular and shredded they are

>> No.42548415

meru is wearing glasses she is smarter than anyone in this thread

>> No.42548417

So... who are the good tread celebs?

>> No.42548418

>>42547686
who has more sex everyday? Gura or Laplus? It must be close.

>> No.42548420

>>42548267
I hope she gets kidnapped and murdered by a Japanese schizo

>> No.42548421

>>42548371
can I have some?

>> No.42548423

>>42548417
WebManon and summarytomos

>> No.42548425

>>42548411
Because Meru is always smart!

>> No.42548426

>>42548417
me
I post hags and sometime Subaru and Luna

>> No.42548427

>>42548413
We are like the thing from the movie The Thing

>> No.42548429

>>42548425
Understandable.

>> No.42548430

>>42548403
because you are an attention seeking loser. Someone needs to point out the truth.

>> No.42548431

>>42548427
I thought that was Lamy

>> No.42548433

>>42548421
*unzips*
Have at it

>> No.42548434

>>42548423
>WebManon
real desperate to be a thread celebrity aren't you?

>> No.42548436

>>42548423
>WebManon
Low quality spammer
>summarytomos
If I wanted a summary about a stream, I would just watch the archives

>> No.42548437

>>42548427
Aliens?

>> No.42548438

>>42548433
I thought it would be butterscotch this doesn't smell like butterscotch...

>> No.42548439

>>42548418
Guras cunt looks like someone spiked an Arby's sandwich into a puddle of mud

>> No.42548441

>>42548407
ah, that makes sense and it explains a lot

>> No.42548442

>>42548436
Watching a stream is not a summary, dingus

>> No.42548447

*takes lamy's alcohol away*
no more underage drinking

>> No.42548448

>>42548417
I for one am fond of marineschizo

>> No.42548450

>>42548447
Lamy is a cake.

>> No.42548451

>>42548417
Greenturd, ironically

>> No.42548452

>>42548450
That brat? she wishes

>> No.42548453

>>42548448
That's like half the posters at thiis point, not a single celebrtiy

>> No.42548456

>>42548438
taste it
I swear its the next best thing

>> No.42548457

>>42548417
anons that hornypost, especially the mio ones

>> No.42548458

>>42548439
https://files.catbox.moe/ups7xu.jpg
actually a great simile

>> No.42548459

Isn't Mel too cute?

>> No.42548460

Why can't Sora be this creative?
https://www.youtube.com/shorts/3Vdk5-TC9i8

>> No.42548461

>>42548451
Kill yourself.

>> No.42548463

>>42548453
Either way it's a good time

>> No.42548464

I'm clapping Watame...

>> No.42548465

>go away for a bit
>suddenly hear Watame clapping from my headphones
What happened?

>> No.42548468

FREE IMAGES

>> No.42548469

>>42548465
shes done reading

>> No.42548470

>>42548465
It's my happy day

>> No.42548472

this asameru is too early

>> No.42548473

I thought I was a good thread celebrity...

>> No.42548475

>>42548460
I thought she was graduating? Did this thread lie to me?

>> No.42548476

>>42548453
>that's like half the posters at thiis point
you dont speak for anyone but yourself marine schizo

>> No.42548477

>>42548460
Sora...

>> No.42548479

>>42548365
>>42548368
>morning mel
I'm sorry for calling you dumb earlier today, please forgive me...

>> No.42548482

>>42548476
you people sure love projecting

>> No.42548481

>>42548459
I think she's just the right amount of cute

>> No.42548483

>>42548437
Yeah

>> No.42548484

>>42548465
Towa walked in and Watame started clapping her cheeks
https://files.catbox.moe/eai4ph.png

>> No.42548485

>>42548456
o-okay just a few licks...

>> No.42548487

>>42548475
Why would she graduate?

>> No.42548489

>>42548473
The last robosa is the only celebrity to respect, living as the last of his clan isn't an easy thing.

>> No.42548490

>>42548479
you're getting kapu kapu

>> No.42548491

>>42548484
let me suck

>> No.42548492

>>42548473
There are no good thread celebrities. Marineschizo, genwarschizo, the finns, the one plusmate left etc etc.

>> No.42548493

Do-do-don't leave me, Watame...

>> No.42548494

>>42548479
Sorry, Meru is going to kapu kapu you now
https://litter.catbox.moe/0bv1mj.png

>> No.42548495

Watame don't go...

>> No.42548496

Mel is just a better Roboco

>> No.42548497

>>42548492
But we still have lunaitos

>> No.42548499

Watame, don't leave...

>> No.42548500

>>42548494
her flesh fang bothers me so much I wish it was a normal fang with TEETH

>> No.42548508

Am I allowed to have Mel as a back up oshi in case my oshi dies or something

>> No.42548511

>>42548497
Which ones are still here?

>> No.42548512

>>42548417
I like the guy that says wrong thread to en posts and right thread to lulu

>> No.42548513

>>42548508
>back up oshi
sure you can you unfaithful harlot

>> No.42548515

>>42548497
We hate gays here

>> No.42548518

>>42548511
Slutnaito

>> No.42548520

https://files.catbox.moe/dep2rz.mp4

>> No.42548526

>>42548490
>>42548494
Ah... heaven...
https://litter.catbox.moe/auhffq.png

>> No.42548530

https://files.catbox.moe/ieprpa.webm

>> No.42548533

>>42548520
Black live what?????

>> No.42548534

>>42548518
I'm not a slut... not always...

>> No.42548536

>>42548520
>blacku laivu madadada...

>> No.42548537

*slaps belly*

>> No.42548540

https://files.catbox.moe/saqpou.mp4

>> No.42548543

Mel drank all my Acerola juice and gave me a boner without my consent
#vampiresareamenace

>> No.42548553

i will drink mels Areola juice

>> No.42548554

https://files.catbox.moe/x2axs1.webm

>> No.42548556

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UPH6rlRDPHk

>> No.42548557

I still remember the day when we saw Subaru...

>> No.42548558

Why is this thread worse than usual?

>> No.42548559

asked mom if i could air fry the pork loin and she sounded pissed off

>> No.42548563

>>42548536
Hmmm naruhodone...

>> No.42548564 [DELETED] 

Bashing greenturd head with a brick

>> No.42548567

It's Flare herstory month!

>> No.42548570

this is all very interesting, but have you considered brown nipples?

>> No.42548573

>>42548564
BASED

>> No.42548576

can we not be racist please

>> No.42548577

Which car does /hlg/ recommend?

>> No.42548580

when mel says tekubi, i think of chikubi

>> No.42548581

>>42548570
Danchou...

>> No.42548585

>>42548577
Nissan V16 as always

>> No.42548586

https://files.catbox.moe/g1hmgx.mp4

>> No.42548588

>>42548570
Fauna has pink nips

>> No.42548590

Mel looks like nerd

>> No.42548592

>>42548577
Honda Civic

>> No.42548594

>>42547594
are you delusional or something?
it has been said that ollie told people that it was a hololive only session, holostars only session then a mixed session, so they obviously they knew about the stars being there and if they dont then they are stupid

>> No.42548597

>>42548577
miata

>> No.42548600

*eats a clove of garlic*
*forces tongue down Mel's mouth*

>> No.42548601

>>42548577
2002 lincoln towncar

>> No.42548611

The next thread will be better.

>> No.42548613

I am still mad about P.T.

>> No.42548614

>>42548577
A tesla so you can take your hands off the wheel and watch streams!

>> No.42548616

*calls Abraham Van Helsing*

>> No.42548621

>>42548614
Fuck Tesla, imagine removing the fun of driving a car. Hydrogen cars are the future.

>> No.42548624

>>42548577
Honda Ridgeline is the only answer

>> No.42548626

>>42548559
well she's a dumb bitch because you can and it'll probably be better than her own

>> No.42548627

>>42548577
AE86

>> No.42548631

>>42548577
Changan

>> No.42548633

How do I get better at drawing? Just spamming sketches doesn't seem to be working for me.

>> No.42548634

>>42548559
You have to put it in the oven anon.

>> No.42548637

>driving
>fun
Must feel nice living in a first world country...

>> No.42548638

>>42548624
Based Watatomo

>> No.42548643

>>42548637
You don't have long empty mountain roads where you live?

>> No.42548648

Are we watching Mel or neurosama?

>> No.42548650

I will rape meru.

>> No.42548651

>>42548643
no I have deadlock traffic

>> No.42548653

https://files.catbox.moe/en72dc.webm

>> No.42548656

>>42548643
Yeah, only you have to get there alive first.

>> No.42548660

>>42548627
https://litter.catbox.moe/stqk7r.jpg

>> No.42548661

>>42548564
why was this deleted?

>> No.42548663

https://files.catbox.moe/fz5sfy.webm

>> No.42548664

>>42548661
Greenturd friend janny is on duty I guess

>> No.42548667

>>42548651
Damn, no way out?
>>42548656
Why don't people in third-world countries follow traffic laws?

>> No.42548673

>>42548661
Strictly speaking, that's an offtopic post, although there are plenty more throughout the thread jan is extremely selective about deleting posts.

>> No.42548674

>>42548577
a niisan altima if you are a teen or young. Toyota Tacoma if you are an adult. If you don't take this advise at the very least don't get a hybrid or an electric car.

>> No.42548676

is Mel roleplaying me being the manager?

>> No.42548679

MEL IS SO FUCKING CUTE

>> No.42548680

>>42548667
>Why don't people in third-world countries follow traffic laws?
I mean, you can pass the theoric driving exam with a 65/100

>> No.42548682

>>42548674
>hybrid
My mom got one so thats what im driving until I buy my own...

>> No.42548685

>your oshi
>what music do you listen while driving

>> No.42548687

>>42548680
Where I live you always fail if you fuck up one intersection answer and you can get like 5 questions wrong.

>> No.42548691

>>42548577
MR2 w20

>> No.42548692

>>42548661
you deleted it were not retarded

>> No.42548693

>>42548685
Iroha
Bluegrass sometimes country

>> No.42548694

>>42548577
A Tokoyami Toyota

>> No.42548695

>>42548685
Luna
Guns N' Roses and AC/DC

>> No.42548697

>your oshi
>manual or automatic?

>> No.42548700

>>42548692
>were not retarded
anon...

>> No.42548701

>>42548685
Aqua
I never leave my house

>> No.42548704

>>42548697
Noel
Manual

>>42548685
Iced Earth

>> No.42548705

>>42548685
Fauna
Vocaloid songs

>> No.42548709

>>42548685
Shiina
I listen to historical podcasts and documentaries

>> No.42548711

>>42548697
Luna
Manual

>> No.42548714

Forcing Mel to do loli voice against her will.....

>> No.42548718

>>42548697
Fauna
Semi

>> No.42548719

Meru is going to be my sugar mommy...

>> No.42548729

>>42548714
Mel daughter...

>> No.42548734

Mel told me to do my best today, but actually I will half-ass everything as usual

>> No.42548735

Meru is going to jail...

>> No.42548737

cars, guns and vtubers
our 3 interests

>> No.42548742

>your oshi
>your power tool brand

>> No.42548744

Noel hates loli though

>> No.42548745

>>42548673
>>42548664
Be sure to provide your feedback on the moderation!

>> No.42548746

I want to know if Holo's call each other by Holo names or birth names when they go out to eat.

>> No.42548750

>>42548746
They use their discord names

>> No.42548751

>>42548742
for me? its gotta be makita
simply the best!

>> No.42548753

>>42548742
Luna
Dewalt

>> No.42548754

>>42548742
Iroha
Milwaukee I have a couple snap on cordless ratchets too

>> No.42548756

>>42548745
Have you considered not offending Fauna or the sapling?

>> No.42548759

>>42548742
>p*wer tools
Real men hammer the nails in with their fists

>> No.42548775

>>42548756
Have you considered gargling my sack until you suffocate?

>> No.42548776

real men follow chinese CD's on twitter

>> No.42548779

>>42548685
Watame
My life is full of regrets.
In my elementary school days I was in love for many years with a pretty girl, nice, tall, with long brown hair, light brown eyes and very intelligent, the latter is what attracted me most to her because I've always seen women as intellectually inferior beings.
I didn't talk much with her, sometimes for student dances I danced with her, and once my face was quite close to her.
Unfortunately due to the clueless I never achieved anything with her, the last day of classes I was sitting, she looked at me and asked me what kind of outfit I was going to wear for the prom, I didn't know what to say (as I had not planned to go) so I answered the first thing that came to my mind, a black outfit.
Years went by and one day I looked her up on facebook, I found out that she now works in the medical field, I don't know if she has a boyfriend but apparently she's a successful person.
I deeply regret being like that, I hope in another life to be smart enough to be able to make something concrete.

>> No.42548783

>your oshi
>your favorite food

>> No.42548785

we miss koyori

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>> No.42548798

3dpd

>> No.42548801 [DELETED] 

Ewww japanese women...

>> No.42548803

*tries to cum on ayame's feet but misses*

>> No.42548804

>>42548798
we love japanese women here idiot

>> No.42548806

>>42548783
Watame
I consider myself to be non-ecological but very environmentally conscious.
I always try to unplug things I don't use and avoid using certain aerosols.
I don't regret anything, this planet is beautiful and our duty is to take care of it, the earth gives us a lot and in the same way we have to take care of it.

>> No.42548807

>>42548685
Aqua
Hard rock, Heavy Metal, Prog rock, Classical, Holosongs, sometimes I listen to history podcasts.

>> No.42548809

>>42548801
agreed we only like roasties. We love gura here.

>> No.42548810

>>42548789
Is this you, anon?

>> No.42548813

>>42548783
>Lamy
>Döner

>> No.42548816

your oshi is a 3dpd japanese woman

>> No.42548818

>>42548783
Sora
Homemade lasagna

>> No.42548821

Is Botan planning on playing that dogshit woke game again? Please be a no

>> No.42548822

>>42548783
luna
bk stacker

>> No.42548830

>>42548801
heh deleted his own comment because he realized his oshi, gura, is a massive fucking western whore.

>> No.42548833

>>42548830
kek

>> No.42548835

Meru is gone because she will be breaking into my apartment at any moment and forcibly kapu kapuing me against my will

>> No.42548837

>>42548810
yes, dozo
https://litter.catbox.moe/9v4okl.jpeg

>> No.42548845

>>42548837
You got a bad case of mantits and your penis is a bit too small to see, but nothing a little surgery can't fix. Also your tummy is kinda delish, no homo

>> No.42548849

>>42548674
what's wrong with a hybrid?

>> No.42548850

How small is a small penis?

>> No.42548852

>>42548837
Nice tits and tummy, would like to lick them

>> No.42548855

>>42548742
Luna
milwaukee

>> No.42548858

>>42548850
Friend's size

>> No.42548859

Sometimes I just have no idea what I'm watching

>> No.42548860

>milwaukee
Didn't take this thread for a bunch of sheep.

>> No.42548864

>>42548783
Aqua
onions

>> No.42548870

>>42548837
Great, now I'm hard again...

>> No.42548879

Kanata liked her coffee iced

>> No.42548897

Well look who finally came out of his cave

>> No.42548913

>>42548860
They're bucks not sheep

>> No.42548917

>>42548897
Towa...

>> No.42548925

>>42548837
Give me the source please

>> No.42548928

>>42548925
Cauliflower

>> No.42548936

joshukuns its time

>> No.42548937

>>42548783
AZKi
A housewife's home cooking

>> No.42548939

watame
didn't know my thingy was big until i was 16 and googled average sizes

>> No.42548960

>>42548850
about a pinky but women expect you to be 7 inches and 6ft tall so good luck

>> No.42548961

"we" are watching koyori

>> No.42548962

>>42548837
It's been like 17 minutes and I'm still in awe at her tits, absolute udders.

>> No.42548968

i wanna be bros with suisei. but i also want her to be the hoes before the bros. i want to fuck suisei senseless before ghosting & leaving her alone crying in the room to go hang out with my bro suisei on the porch.

>> No.42548969

>>42548860
it's what we use at my workplace had a representative come out and take us all to lunch the tools are fine

>> No.42548972

Monster Hunter holo when

>> No.42548977

Seaslut holo when?

>> No.42548980

Chinese holo when

>> No.42548982

>>42548977
slug*

>> No.42548983

>>42548837
why are they pink

>> No.42548984

>>42548972
Luna?

>> No.42548987

Holo Holo when? One wolf isn't enough

>> No.42548989

>>42548972
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rB9NxSC4ugY

>> No.42548990

lunaito holo when?

>> No.42548992

>>42548837
I'm gonna cum https://files.catbox.moe/iaovnb.mp4

>> No.42548993

>>42548972
my wife Iofi really enjoys monhun

>> No.42549000

why is mio not doing a watch along? the executives won't like this

>> No.42549001

HoloXhit is getting boring. When's the next gen

>> No.42549005

>>42549001
you're in luck. holoID is having auditions.

>> No.42549009

>>42549000
They couldn't afford mio. The best they could buy was meru an Homo And koyo since she sells herself for cheap.

>> No.42549010

Nenechi...
Are you Ok?

>> No.42549014

>>42549010
What happened?

>> No.42549021

meru...

>> No.42549025

Mori
https://youtu.be/q4JMbtjxneI

>> No.42549028

>>42549009
God I wish I could buy Koyo for a week

>> No.42549035

Velkhana is a whore

>> No.42549036

>>42549014
Something has happened, I heard here.

>> No.42549037

VELKHANA BROS

>> No.42549044

im gonna fuck this ice slut again for her gear

>> No.42549049

>>42548989
Holy shit it's been ages since I last watched her, she doesn't even remotely look like what I remembered.

>> No.42549054

>>42547256
They have a legal consultant based in California. Check linkedin. But yeah, still agree with you

>> No.42549058

>>42549044
lamy doesn't even drop meta gear

>> No.42549061

>>42548298
Lap...

>> No.42549063

>>42548928
Give me a twitter link or something

>> No.42549065

>>42549058
>meta

>> No.42549070

if cover sued me i would file for discovery on the Tokoshit Towawa Files

>> No.42549072

I'm gonna farm Lamy's hymen and collect her 1% drop material

>> No.42549073

>>42549072
take botan with you she's farmed it so much she can clear without looking

>> No.42549077

im tired hank

>> No.42549079

you zoomer coomers are unoriginal

>> No.42549080
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>> No.42549082
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>> No.42549083

Kanata woke up in a cornfield

>> No.42549086

>>42549063
https://twitter.com/broccoli/status/1619760120120107008

>> No.42549087

>velkhana and giganigga valfalk
gay, worst update yet

>> No.42549088

monhun is dead
when are they putting good monsters like Amatsu and Yama Tsukami

>> No.42549090

>>42549088
was gonna say next update but it's just gonna be another fatalis so eh. hopefully white fatty at least

>> No.42549097

>>42549086
>spoonfeeding

>> No.42549098

>>42549077
oh c'mon dangol Hank now have a dangol beer I tell yew whut

>> No.42549100

>>42549097
it's not even broccoli though

>> No.42549101

>>42549097
>he uses a spoon for cauliflower
who hurt you?

>> No.42549103

https://youtu.be/Vc3CdEarN4k
i wanna swap this weather sister out for one with bangs

>> No.42549112

>>42549103
>not liking twin tails
get out

>> No.42549115

https://twitter.com/tsunomakiwatame/status/1620922783625809920?s=61&t=zEa3LJOtCxHUF5tXqB-H6A

>> No.42549122

pop quiz what color is towa's butthole

>> No.42549126

I really miss Fauna...

>> No.42549128

>>42549122
Vanta black

>> No.42549132

>>42549126
this but mumei...

>> No.42549133

>>42549115
true watamates would have waited until they get home and wtm streams to send her a sobstory akasupa about how they got run over by a car today

>> No.42549134

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BQQqOgi9gXE

>> No.42549135

>>42549115
https://twitter.com/Zn_5296/status/1617717648053399552
whore

>> No.42549136

>>42549122
Darker than an Argentinian

>> No.42549144

I miss Koyori.

>> No.42549145

>>42549135
i own more lamy than most lamytomo

>> No.42549147

>>42548685
Ko'one
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t256BLal4MU

>> No.42549154

>>42549135
waiting for suisei's stupid cd to arrive at tenso before i can ship my lamy goods......

>> No.42549156

ballin' holo when?

>> No.42549158

I didn't give up on my oshi. She gave up on me. All men have reasonable limits.

>> No.42549159

>>42549156
dark skin gets graduated

>> No.42549160

>>42549136
Unlike you, we arrived to the continent in ships, Pedro.

>> No.42549164

it got offended lol

>> No.42549169

*starts beating my shit for all to see*

>> No.42549170

>>42549156
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ri5xIadcP00
RIGHT THREAD KING

>> No.42549174

>>42549169
*bites my lower lip*

>> No.42549177

I started smoking just to use the smoke break at work

>> No.42549184

I'm going to jack off while thinking of Fauna raping Mumei...

>> No.42549187

Didn't ask ENshart, go back

>> No.42549189

I've been here since the T-incident, you fuck off.

>> No.42549196

>>42549184
>rape
fauna doesn't need to rape mumei she can have her whenever she pleases

>> No.42549201

Migo...

>> No.42549206

>>42549189
get out of my thread and kill yourself. in that order

>> No.42549207

why ensharts
why

>> No.42549208

I'm the failure of hololive

>> No.42549210

>>42548577
I personally bought a 2022 MX-5 RF GT a couple of months ago

>> No.42549212

how can they all just continue streaming and making money knowing Rushia was unjustly fired?

>> No.42549213

*plants myself even deeper*
*photosynthesis harder*

>> No.42549214

>>42549213
uuuuuuuu...

>> No.42549217

>>42548577
3 series for plebs
911 for ballers
third worlders need not apply

>> No.42549218

Plato versus Aristotle on the nature of reality. Hobbes versus Rousseau on human society. Newton versus Leibniz and the invention of calculus. Skinner versus Chomsky on the basis of language. There have been debates throughout history that have fixed the course of how things came to be and how we have come to understand ourselves and our world. But there has never been more at stake as when two preeminent scholars played a game of Mario Kart and began an impromptu debate as to the origin of buttocks.

Of course, as everyone knows, the received view as to the genesis of glutes is that they are a natural consequence of our having evolved to move primarily on two legs. Keeping our body upright and balanced is no small feat and, consequently, it is no small wonder that the largest muscles in the human body are found in the butt.

But Nene Momosuzu, distinguished Rhodes Scholar, has one question for you: What about angels?

Now, you might think, ‘What about angels? What the hell are you talking about, Nene?’ as one Amane Kanata, Professor of Primatology at Cambridge, reasonably asked in response. But you see, what Dr. Kanata had not considered was that angels have WINGS. Here is the brilliant insight Nene developed over the course of the debate. She crystallized it into the succinct, scintillating syllogism as follows:

All angels have wings.
Humankind is descended from angelkind.
Therefore, human beings must also have wings.

However, anyone with a working pair of eyes could tell you that we don’t.

Or do we?

The argument is sound, valid, all the premises irrefutably true. Therefore, perforce the certain logical surety of the deductive argument, we must conform our fallible senses to the infallible conclusion of our Reason: We DO have wings.

At this point, Dr. Kanata was forced to agree that human beings had wings. She remained skeptical, however, as to what, specifically, this conclusion implied about human anatomy.

Enter phase two of Nene’s tour de force: buttocks. The line of argument is deceptively simple here. Here it is as another syllogism:

Any two things with a property in common must be related in some way.
Wings and buttock share the property ‘we have two of them’.
Therefore, wings and buttocks must be related in some way.

Now, using our senses for a moment, knowing that wings and buttocks are related in some way, what are we to conclude but that this relation is one of IDENTITY? We do not see a pair of wings AND a pair of buttocks. We see one pair of the latter, but we also know that former MUST exist as per the ‘all angels have wings’ argument. The only possible conclusion is that they are one and the same: Wings just ARE buttocks.

In one flash of sheer brilliance, Nene managed to undue centuries of scientific progress, overturning Darwin’s crude conclusion that we are little more than products of blind evolutionary chance, restoring humanity to its proper echelon as something divine, above the dumb, careless forces of the natural world.

In response, Dr. Kanata is recording as having said, ‘Shut up. Stop coming in twelfth or we’re gonna be here all day.’

>> No.42549220

>>42548577
lancer 1997

>> No.42549228

Kanata woke up in a cornfield

>> No.42549237

where is towa

>> No.42549239

Towa smells

>> No.42549247

https://twitter.com/amanekanatach/status/162093136455520665
kanata is still mining copper.

>> No.42549249

>>42549247
https://twitter.com/amanekanatach/status/1620931364555206656

>> No.42549252

>>42549208
You're still my oshi, anon.

>> No.42549253

>>42549249
woops

>> No.42549256

Any new JAV?

>> No.42549257

invite me to the cytube discord

>> No.42549260

>>42549253
wish pekora gives kanataso some acknowledgement at least

>> No.42549269

>>42549257
I don't recommend it, there's too much ERP there

>> No.42549299

>>42549260
no one likes to acknowledge a leech

>> No.42549327

Where did everyone go

>> No.42549330

bingo?

>> No.42549332

>>42549327
no one is live

>> No.42549333

pet bottle...

>> No.42549334

If a boy can be a precure, then why can men by hololive?

>> No.42549335

>>42549327
Avoiding this shithole during burgerhours. Come back during primetime.

>> No.42549341

>>42549260
peko was the one who jokingly told her to mine 10k copper so this thing will continue

>> No.42549346

I'm thinking about Lamy right now.

>> No.42549348

>>42548577
Honda Civic the type R, or an old lancer evo or pajero evo

>> No.42549353

who do we plan on raping next

>> No.42549356

Remember when Lamy would heal us in the morning?

>> No.42549360

Maybe it's just me, but I really really want to have sex with Okayu

>> No.42549367

>>42549356
She changed class
now she is a monster tamer

>> No.42549368

Risebreak>World

>> No.42549369

>>42549368
Wrong

>> No.42549372

>>42549368
Right

>> No.42549376

>>42549368
Wrong

>> No.42549382

I'm thinking about mumei right now

>> No.42549384

>>42549368
Rise is streamlined trash and world should cut out the cheating grapple bugs
then it would be good but for now the best monster hunter game is 3u

>> No.42549385

>>42549368
No

>> No.42549386

more like poomei

>> No.42549387

>>42549368
They're both shit, we need to go back

>> No.42549389

All Monster Hunter games are trash
The boomer ones are especially shit

>> No.42549390

why ensharts
why

>> No.42549392

4U is the peak of MH and World was a huge downgrade

>> No.42549396

Cumming inside loli Matsuri
https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/104583537#manga

>> No.42549400

hai hai, irasshai~
nani o kaitaidesu ka?
>a while later
mata douzo~

>> No.42549407

>>42549396
me on bottom

>> No.42549409

>>42549396
me on top

>> No.42549413

Where is everyone? Did everyone get sued?

>> No.42549416

>>42549353
me

>> No.42549419

>>42549384
t. diaper wearer.

>> No.42549420

remember KING covers?

>> No.42549423

remember gurenge?

>> No.42549424

Funny how MHfags mock the PSP era clones for having target lock and grapple hook then they eat up Rise with the braindead target shortcut and wirebugs

>> No.42549425

>PekoMiko MV - 621k (5days)
>Ibrahim MV - 821k (11hours)
What happened????????

>> No.42549430

>>42549416
*rapes you*
What now?

>> No.42549432

>>42549419
im in my late 20s zoomer faggot

>> No.42549438

>>42549423
>Gurenge
>EOPs have a mental breakdown trying to fit in
God I hope she sings Cruel Angel Thesis next.

>> No.42549441

>>42549438
Are you okay?

>> No.42549449

>>42549425
nijigods stay winning

>> No.42549452

>>42549425
Who's Ibrahim

>> No.42549455

>>42549452
a m*le nijifag

>> No.42549458

iinchou sings obscure B sides

>> No.42549459

>>42549455
We hate males here

>> No.42549460

MH peaked at XX

>> No.42549469

VAMP UP

>> No.42549472

>>42549452
a niji with a nigger model that is among the 3 who was the champion at the vsaikyou that startend bombed at

>> No.42549474

Jap bros, remember! don't drop the soap in the shower

>> No.42549477

>>42549472
nijis can't stop winning...

>> No.42549479

holocels

>> No.42549480

https://youtu.be/RQxbJLX2KgU
Thoughts on pebot?

>> No.42549482

how cute is shion's roommate? why does every single holohags want to fuck her?

>> No.42549483

>>42549472
startend was only strong at scrims...

>> No.42549484

nijisanji is just better hololive is for people who can't learn japanese

>> No.42549485

>>42549480
shut up leech

>> No.42549486

>>42549480
PEBOT LOVE

>> No.42549491

>>42549480
PEBOT LOVE
cant wait for them to talk about their cats

>> No.42549492

Lunaito always drops the soap when we take a shower

>> No.42549493

>>42549480
Botan should rape Towa on stream

>> No.42549494

>>42549485
Stop trying to fit in, you're trying too hard.

>> No.42549495

>>42549480
Love Botan
Hate Towhore and Pekwhora

>> No.42549500

>pekora stream
lets goooo
>towa is there
I sleep

>> No.42549501

>>42549494
Keep crying, cringe leech

>> No.42549504

ENleech

>> No.42549517

>>42549492
It's just really slippery okay...

>> No.42549521

>nijishilling
>numberfagging
>shitting on holos
yup its /#/ raid hours

>> No.42549526

It's going to cry about le thread culture now

>> No.42549529

>>42549521
The brownest thread on 4channel

>> No.42549536

>>42549063
https://fantia.jp/fanclubs/88257

>> No.42549540

https://twitter.com/amanekanatach/status/1620940180462116864
>Koyori: don't do anything interesting outside of stream
Is she a cop or what?

>> No.42549544

てるみい
てるみい
てるみい
てるみい

>> No.42549550

Who is the fakest holo?

>> No.42549553

>>42549501
You'll never fit in. It'll be high school all over again for you.

>> No.42549559

>>42548577
Subaru

>> No.42549560

I'm watching Amelia Watson of Hololive English -Myth-

>> No.42549562

>>42549553
based

>> No.42549566

>>42549553
Keep crying, leech

>> No.42549571

>>42549550
Towa is literally fictional

>> No.42549572

>>42549536
Thank you anon.

>> No.42549576

Do you know Usada Pekora?

>> No.42549577

>>42549576
NO!!!!!!!

>> No.42549578

>>42549576
NO!

>> No.42549581

>>42549550
Ko'one is quite the Fake Type.
koro_smug.jpg

>> No.42549587

>>42549553
t. peaked in high school

>> No.42549590

>>42549517
Stop lying you slut

>> No.42549596

samefag

>> No.42549603

>Leech
Is this the same as "cuck," "schizo," "beggar," "slut," and 'Towa" with words that have lost all meaning?

>> No.42549605

samefag this
*cums in you*

>> No.42549609

>>42549590
I just like the way it feels pressed against my butt...

>> No.42549618

>>42549578
>>42549577
OMG!!!!

>> No.42549622

>still seething this hard about being called a leech
Hmm, almost like it's true.

>> No.42549624

>>42549609
Do you prefer to have it pressed deeper?

>> No.42549625

>>42549603
yes, SEAbrowns have limited vocabulary

>> No.42549639

https://streamable.com/g94j1d

>> No.42549661

The next thread will be a let's player elf

>> No.42549678

FGO holo when

>> No.42549686

Suisei is bigger than Hololive.

>> No.42549688

>>42549477
it's ok. startend got pcs too and nijifans got assmad at that clip of aqua clapping that team 1v3 in scrims.

>> No.42549691

>>42549686
She knows

>> No.42549696

>>42549639
https://streamable.com/42zy3h

>> No.42549699

Since I've known hololive, I can't go more than a day without thinking about raping women.

>> No.42549704

I like how nijinigs are still mad at Suisei. It's funny reading their tweets of desperation. Constant grasping at straws.

>> No.42549706

>>42549696
https://streamable.com/gf82ta

>> No.42549710

>>42549699
Same, I can barely look at cute images on pixiv without thinking about rape anymore

>> No.42549716

anyone with the name yukihana are whores

>> No.42549722

Will Lap come back before holofes? Or after...?

>> No.42549723

>>42549704
link some

>> No.42549724

>>42549710
I see that we are the same, the worst thing is that I've never been attracted to that genre, Hololive made me like that....

>> No.42549729

>>42549722
3.3

>> No.42549739

debi debi
bibi bibi

>> No.42549745

Naked Towa

>> No.42549747

Dragon Ball Z: Super Towa Den Kakusei-Hen

>> No.42549755

The Towa whisperer

>> No.42549756

Breath of Towa II: The Fated Child

>> No.42549757

>>42549724
tbqh I don't feel guilty because holos are kinda built for it and they seduced me first

>> No.42549763

I miss Laputyan...

>> No.42549768

>>42549763
Same.

>> No.42549769

Pekora's perky nipples and perky tits

>> No.42549771

*cums on Pekora's perky tits*

>> No.42549775

>>42549771
BASED JUN

>> No.42549778

A lot of posters miss Laplus but no one misses Shion yo...

>> No.42549779

Pekwhora is the turbo whore of Hololive

>> No.42549781

>>42549775
>>42549779
cry harder numbershart ill talk about EN in your /#/ thread to piss you off

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