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I like shark
あくたんかわいい大好き
今日もかわいい〜
pekoーら愛してるhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_ZJ8MrEXIio
I love Towa!Checkout her orisong!https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TfOx00AOfKo RaimeiAnd 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/
Towa...
https://youtu.be/kBfXjNFo3Mohttps://youtu.be/vvGvqbAxp6sシシロンダイスキー!
>>42545740I wish we could have this thumbnail without the text
we love EN here except mori and kronii and the two boyfriend whores
I love my kirin wife!
I think that Kanata should have a modest chest.
Love you Watameeeeeee!
>>42545740
https://youtu.be/f-QebLxOdL8>Kronii's Grandma was JapaneseHuh, so she's legitimately part Japanese.
>>42545754Yeah, Am* and G*ra. Fuck them
Your oshi is a whore
Sora Love!
>>42545760cute dork
んなあああああ
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
>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 serverEasiest holo to rape?
I fucking love Miko Miko Miko Miko Miko Miko Miko Miko Miko Miko Miko Miko Miko Miko Miko!!!!!
>>42545762Why is the sapcuck like this?
>>42545769Towa is too strong...
>>42545761I bet her grandma was a chink living in Japan who lied about being Japanese
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fsnJD6Z6t-8>Comments are turned off.
I really, really love my clown wife !!https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g-K6PJi7b0o
>>42545771Watame is likely even weaker
we love koyori here
I miss Koyori.
>>42545769>>3. Hakui Koyori - $46,876>>4. Sakamata Chloe - $40,581>>5. Kazama Iroha - $39,762>26. Takane Lui - $16,486Rui....
>>42545780what happened
>>42545789atmbros.......
I have been happy every day since I met Mikochi! https://cover.lnk.to/otomenosusume https://cover.lnk.to/OurAndYourSong
>>42545789Still made 16k in a month, not too shabby, even if they only get a third of it
>>42545769>>53. Gawr Gura - $0>>53. Laplus Darknesss - $0jp and en have a lot in common
raita holo when
>>42545785Clearly 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
お大事に、ミオ。。。https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=824ZTZ06x1Uhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eZWjYWcQ4Xo
>>42545769>Airani Iofifteen - $1,196all me
Watame...
>>42545769Towa is the face of hololive
Any new yabs?
Sex with Mikochi
>>42545769Towa...
>>42545807Like taking away their yummy yummy potechi?
>>42545804Fuck off, we don't need banana tittyed skeletons
I hope Miko will stream tomorrow
NOOOO MIOSHA DON'T STREAM GHOST TRICK
>>42545828kek
peko
>>42545804only if it's the shuten raita and not the literally anything else raita
AZKi is too erotic
>>42545769Those supa must be mostly from Holo Cup.
https://twitter.com/Robin0022662415/status/1620795736421195776
>>42545840truth. too hot to handle.
motherfucker i thought azki was streaming
>>42545841No, they're mostly from CR Cup
>>42545807That 10 y.o? Me
>>42545737I suspect Ojou as well. Sakamata can't move like this
What’s next for Hololive’s expansion after First Take and various ads?
https://twitter.com/missolivie/status/1620752584410816514
>>42545856not big enough
>>42545854What do Towa noodles taste like
Ponytail Suityan really do wonders to my dick..
>>42545849Oh right I dont watch apex.
>>42545753
>>42545841>marika host>cr cup win>anniversary liveIt was a pretty eventful month for the twappers.
>>42545861Like Towa
>>42545869Too big
cute hime sneeze
>>42545869Thank you
>>42545869
>>42545741You will never be tolerated.
>>42545824Force them to do 8 hour zatsudan streams every day
Luna so heckin bebi...
>>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 - $0Fixed
>1 meterHime...
*cums on aqua*
>>42545771>water serverBitch, 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.
so beber...
>>42545893Thank you
>>42545899It's thread culture you retard
Cover should give her a raise for her works
>>42545769Hololive is reclining.
>>42545905Culture you just made up 2 seconds ago? Fuck off and die.
How do you handle the creeping fear of getting older?
>>42545910so aqua really hated coco and rushia
>>42545918By not having it in the first place, why would you fear that?
>>42545918Bury it inside until I forget about it due to bills and work
>>42545918I 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
>>42545899that's not very kakkoii of you anon san
>>42545771>supposedly doesn't have a water server like all the other holos because she couldn't lift the water on the serverI don't know what the fuck this is but it ain't English.
>>42545918>Wow my back and neck are starting to hurt moreI just pop some painkillers and ignore the problem.
>>42545873I bet Towa tastes good...
>>42545931It’s a water dispenser
>>42545910Ru...
>>42545936it would be better if you fixed your posture and stretched your back regularly
>>42545910Cover should beg for Michaelcat to come back.
Nye
>>42545944Do 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.
>>42545960>carbonated waterFucking disgusting
>>42545918realize that everybody diesand that you should live life preparing for a good death
>>42545918Just 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.
>>42545960they have bottom fed ones and companies that deliver the water it's not difficult to get
>>42545918with sex
>>42545988yeah I could fap to matsuri I guess
https://litter.catbox.moe/ngelqx.jpg
>>42545918I luckily look extremely young for my age.
>>42545998me on bottom
>>42545958Hey man!
>>42546005This image would be better if she was naked
>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.
https://litter.catbox.moe/512daf.jpghttps://litter.catbox.moe/azr7tw.jpg
>>42545918
>>42546005I-I can see your pantsu matsuri... *unzips*
>>42546010AZKi is made for sex
Married woman sex?
>>42546019>belly button holeI'm stroking matsuri...
>PolguessrWhy does she look so happy?
>>42546016
>>42546008>muh EN cullkys
>>42545958Hey Miko hey
>>42545998いいね
Matsuri should do JOI asmr
>>42546024more onegai...
https://www.youtube.com/lgADdgOUMw4kWe watching right?
>>42545918I 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.
>>42546033
hime sugoi
>>42546038fuck I'm leaking so much for matsuri
Dunno what that is but /gADdgOUMw4k/
>>42546043
we love fuhimiko, atahuta and mamerakkkkko herewe hate dikko tho
>>42546065Only mamerakkkko and only when she draws herself.
>>42546069I'm almost ready to cum matsuri...
T
>>42546071This but only when she draws Ui.
>>42545918By 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.
I will never cum to Matsuri
>>42546098thanks anon I blew a huge load for her
>>42546108Nice
https://youtu.be/utPEH5Y0fnU
anons surely you know Japanese geography better than Rikotan right?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rth4htqJ1ZQ
>>42545741>>42545754>>42545755>>42545761>>42545781ホロライブじゃない
angry hime
Tsunowaki!
Polka's thumbnail is getting me horny...
>>42546139basado
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RQxbJLX2KgU
>>42546154Towa is so dumb..
>>42546128I'm stroking peko-chan...
>>42546154PEBOT LOVE
>>42546128>>42546154Towa's thumbnail is stupid
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PJfOe8mrIEw
>>42546162Towa is stupid
>>42546162>Towa ... is stupid
>>42546146cute tummy
>>42546154pebot are also going to play dark and darker sometime soontoo bad no other trio will
Love NoelHate work
Wtf why am I falling in love with Polka?
I'm cumming matuli
>>42546181Come along anon, don't be shy...
>>42546185I don't think this is SFW...
>>42546185so fucking hot...
Get in here:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=utPEH5Y0fnU
>>42546178Hello Liar, dozohttps://files.catbox.moe/qo7rxp.webmhttps://files.catbox.moe/v6farv.webmhttps://files.catbox.moe/0xqwbc.webm
Twa
>>42546199it's in 19hours what the fuck do you mean get in here
>>42546185Is that a...
Where's Towa
>>42546185Why did I watch it till the end?
>>42546203You didn't call me a liar a yesterday so now I am a confirmed truther>>42535904
Matsuri makes me want to throw up
>>42546231I'm not gay but these are kinda hot
>>42546154Is this the most soulful trio?
マヨネーズは、飲み物です。 https://files.catbox.moe/e2focn.mp4
>>42545911holy newfaggot
>>42546232I 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
Watame just drain kissed me... Later virgins
Watame is draining me with a kiss...
Which Holo is going to play this?https://store.steampowered.com/app/1184250/Finnish_Army_Simulator/
>>42546240I don't know about that one but it for sure is my favorite one
Lamy is an urban legend
>>42546229Fuck I just came to this, hololive is turning me into a footfag
>>42546261No
>>42546272
>>42546269
>>42546276Alright alright, calm down. You can be a truther for one day in this case
>>42546154>2 peko color>2 towa color>only one botan colorit isnt fair........
Get ready for a spanking, resident schizos
>>42546293nyfco...
Towa is naked right now
>>42546240Shiraken exists tho
>>42546293thank god I don't like in commie land
>>42546240I dunno about soul but It's definitely the most fun and gets me really excited every time they do anything.
Cover WILL sue your ass
https://youtu.be/jTxVoKmgTCAMiosha...her pubes were probably on display for Subaru and Miko to see
oyasumi hime
>>42546273It's just good art
>>42546293>Death thread TOWA I AM COMING
>>42546326Is Mio an exhibitionist...
*drinks oga juice*HOMOCHADS
>>42546339yesthis is why Taiga was right about everything
>>42546293RAPEBROS WE SAFE>RAPEBROS WE SAFERAPEBROS WE SAFE>RAPEBROS WE SAFERAPEBROS WE SAFE
>>42546293I can't believe I'll be getting sued for calling Towa pure...
dont watch iroha
>>42546293>146 cases>can only provide a handful of examples of people actually getting punishedThat means 99% of them result in the court rejecting the disclosure request
so, I heard that Cover will sue you if you Towa post now. is that true?
>>42546350There is only one target for rape
>>42546293>mfw someone says towa got caught lying with a man inside her room>they cant do anything
>>42546355yup Like you just need a lawyer
Miko I miss you...
いっしょに寝ちゃお~?
open Polka stream>Bridal costumeclose Omarun stream
>>42546350rape is worse than killing someone though
EternalStatus two
>>42546384Women 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
>open Luna stream>press dislike>close Luna stream before i get counted as a viewer
>>42546365Ui is for lovey-dovey sex (with hypnosis)
I will never forgive towa
>>42546293this is just a waste of lawyer fees unless the accused can pay the fine in which case neverglowie scare tactics and a total waste of time for the company
EternalStatus quo
*CHOKES SUISEX**SUIPISS*
Miko please stream...
>>42546335Yeah Casino's art is just so good. Bought 2 of his artbooks when I went to melonbooks
>>42546378Sure but no funny business tonight Okayu...
>>42546384bigot
>>42546293Just don't hire whores rumao
>>42546414I like his artstyle but I think feet are ugly so it ruins his pics for me
has yagoo learned his lesson to not hire zoomers
>>42546427Yea his feet are a bit weird but I'm not a footfag so it doesn't bother me
>>42546383Why would you lie to me
Kidnapping is ok?
Towa SUCKS at apex
Why is it so hard to run a vtubber agency without yabs. Is tard wrangling humans so difficult?
>>42546445why do you think theres HR
>>42546445Because they are a relatively large group of people that broadcast themselves live on the internet. Yabs is inevitable, someone always slips up eventually.
>>42546443Twi...
>>42546458Me on the right.
The Beatles holo when?
>>42546464The Beetles?!
What's the yab this time?
>>42546464towa is like john lennon since she also loves sucking cock and beating her gook wife
>>42546458
>>42546432
>>42546434but I wasn'tshe was just talking about some bridal costume shop
Who's the best lawyer of Hololive?
>>42546500There are no lawyers in hololive
>>42546474Towanti...
Good night Poruporu
>>42546513What does this facial expression mean...
I wanna kiss Polka on the lips!
otsuporu danyan
>>42546355that small amount of cases means they go after the people spreading misinformation and slander instead of the ones just reposting them
>>42546516https://litter.catbox.moe/61cu0n.jpg
>>42546432>>42546481Cope more with your dead ship pkmktards
>>42546516It means Kakage is a thirsty motherfucker
>>42546339more like she's inviting me to make tender love with her
Iroha is very cute. She just needs to be less fake
>>42546326>"I thought she was wearing panties at first">"it turned out she wasn't"jesas imagine the thickness of that bush
>>42546469no 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.
>>42546534That's not PekoMiko retard
>>42546552And then out of nowhere someone that sings even worse than Noel or Choco joins as the fifth, and the entire gen crumbles
>>42546293Why 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.
Miko will play Hogwarts Legacy tomorrow
>>42546408>it's scared
God I want a Kanata wife just doing thing naked around me so much
>>42546562that 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
Otsunui!
>>42546534Blindchama...
https://twitter.com/kenshinnn/status/1551038511427784704 Thoughts?
>>42546543she just needs to collab more and get over her senpai autism
I'm lonely without Mikochi...
>>42546590She collabs with AZKi just fine, she can just keep doing that...
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.
>>42546603gozaru 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.
>>42545769now show me the gifted membership list
>>42546613Miko's just like me...
>>42546564>instead of waiting just because she was bad mentallyAloe was Lap on steroids and a ticking bomb with her family situation regardless of schizos or not. Sooner or later she would explode.
Honest opinions on hololive talent Tokoyami Towa?
>>42546547I need more lewd art of Mio showing off her body
>>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.
>>42546610Go on
>>42546626correct. I just want an excuse to have more cute hags that can sing
>>42546543i found myself watching her more often after she dropped her stupid kaigai greetings
>>42546636That seems like a really autistic reason since its like 5s of her opening
>>42546533I'm gonna cum poruporu...
reply if u think towa is a real woman
>>42546617lapuchan is a good girl though. she never wanted harass any members like both green whores.
>>42546632Yeah. 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
努力 未来 A BEAUTIFUL STAR https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c5czz3xhwTw
>>42546647That's libel
>>42546647towa is a cute girly woman
>>42546647nice try Cover, I'm not trying to get arrested because I said something about Towa
>>42546648Laplus 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.
https://youtu.be/MHyCbM7LL7khttps://youtu.be/2_lMdmRFkyYdo your reps with omar
>>42546564>Told her to stream or GTFObut that's literally the opposite of what happened
>>42546665I'm ngmi sorry poru
I don't understand why all holos don't get along...
>>42546647TWNBAW
>>42546662what 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.
>>42546662I can't believe she doesn't understand how scummy it was to have an active roommate during her debut weeks
Thoughts on sidebranch enablers?
>>42546669It's because of towa
Black Lagoon's mangaka bought Suisei's new albumhttps://twitter.com/hiroerei/status/1620824285899292673
>>42546684>EOP training wheels in the screencaproru
>>42546688For the 25dekinai friends
>>42546676>sidebranch enablersIs this the new buzzword?
>>42546697At least he's trying new words now
>gets called out>proceeds to backpedalroru
no
:^)
>>42546676https://files.catbox.moe/o5yqr6.jpg
>>42546662>Laplus didn't care about the consequences of her actions and how they affected the people around herOh no, not the poor schizo fee fees. Think of the poor schizos and their brains.
>>42546710
(*^▽^*)
>>42546723>>42546710I need her doing this nude now
ETERNALCANONSTATUS QUO
I picked my nose and it started bleeding ??
>>42546733>chest just disappears>never mentioned again
>>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.
I can't believe our great singer maiden Suisei is beating that dumb whore Suisei
ORA!!!!!!!!!
>Suisei video never got to the 10mName a bigger failure.
>>42546740if only the janitors didn't get mad at wamy...
>>42546745lustingbros.....
>>42546741>to immediately funnel people to her roommate within days of debutingYou guys keep saying this but that literally never happened.
>>42546736Well don't do it again
>>42546746Why is there a black japanese girl there?
>>42546755>im just going to use my roommate account after debuting teehee
>>42546758But it'll not be clean anymore
>>42546774It's not clean as it is go get some tissue
>>42546763Tons of holos still have an active roommate. No one shits on Roboco, Noel or Choco for it.
>>42546763You might look up at the definition of funnel. If she didn't mention it on stream then it's just schizo babble.
>>42546747Nice moves
>>42546745I'M GONNA RAPE AKI
>>42546786>No one shits on Noel for it.Were you not here for when she had the dildo out
>>42546786>no one shits on noel, choco or robocomaybe if youre a filtering faggot
>>42546790She was literally caught "doxxing" herself on 5ch
https://twitter.com/minatoaqua/status/1620757608855666689
Suisharts are getting uppity
>>42546805slowpoke
>>42546808Does she have a fever or something
>>42546768おめでとう
>>42546803No, she was caught samefagging as someone who's praising Lap. Do you get your narratives from /vt/, because it sounds that you do.
Thing everyone does: picking nose
>>42546831*picking on Nose
>>42546799https://files.catbox.moe/c8olnz.jpg
>>42546768Damn congratz
What are your suicide plans when you get sued by Cover?
>>42546824Surehttps://litter.catbox.moe/m1atdg.jpg
nkokfags were literally insufferable months ago. Literal kenzocuck roommate posters 2.0
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,
only dirt stink seaniggers pick their nose like the disgusting monkeys theyre
>>42546833
Pek..
>>42546837
>>42546849Nose...
I have Lamy by my side
>>42546848How do you clear your nose then?
>>42546787I want to thrust into Miosha...
>>42546848ru...
>>42546845also what I like about kaela is she reads super chat on the spot so you know you're getting your money's worth.
>>42546866I stuff the garden hose in my nostil and flush it out
>>42546863Lamy 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
has anyone made deep fake porn of the holo's yet?
>>42546866I sneeze on her face.
>>42546866you use cotton swab like an actual human being
>>42546848Sometimes it's necessary to dislodge clumps
>Engaging with the lapschizoAbout 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.
https://litter.catbox.moe/p6lojl.jpg
>>42546841You 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.
>>42546866Launch it out like a deadly weapon
>>42546890>wasting money instead using your fingers which are free to useroru
>>42546899Literally half of the posts there are talking about her roommate
>Suddenly nose discussionAre you people really bored?
>>42546881not enough face data
This is the BEST stream of 2022!!!https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H_L0kQIjOVk
>>42546909Nose...
I miss lappy so much
>>42546848Do you think kanata would lick my nose clean for me? I'm not sea.
Kanata cant sing
>>42546909Nah I'm watching my schizo daughter
>>42546906As anonymous on 5ch. See >>42546790 again.>>42546790
別世界, now that's a great song
>>42546918she'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
>>42546936Alright, how about the time she pulled a Canan and "accidentally" brought up the wrong overlay on stream?
twashberry
>>42546800Noel is great because she somehow manages to be both incredibly cute and can make you nut. It's the best of both worlds.
hey doc, it's getting worse. I now get hard just listening to Mio's voice. what should I do?
I've been spinning a fidget spinner and going NAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA for the entire spin time
>>42546910nene 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?
>>42546902enjoy putting millions of outside bacterias direct into your body
>>42546948look at her roommate to clear your mind
Suityan did nothing wrong
>>42546956fuck, now it's even stiffer
>>42546951Cringe. You're fat and ugly
>>42546946I can't with the other stuff I just like danchou for the game streams
>>42546946im so low testosterone that I don't even have the energy to get my dick up and jerk it to this. fuck my life
https://litter.catbox.moe/ja0673.jpg
Friend's boobs are decreasing in size because you stopped massaging them...
I need more lewd holo ASMR
>>42546965Yes>>42546967Me too
>>42546971Good
>>42546944Might 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
You now remember Towa visiting Kenzoku discord and talking with fans.
>>42546866
>>42546980the schizo's point is that laplus has done nothing before trying to grow her roommate
>>42546969Thighs too skinny
>>42546759https://jpop.fandom.com/wiki/Kamala_Miyu_Aida
>>42546967Do your best anon!
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 \
>>42546981But Towa doesn't know how to talk
>lol schedule too full no funny 3D streams for you :)I hate this so much
>>42546981That and /hlg/ sings are the most cringe inducing things I've had to suffer through here
https://litter.catbox.moe/jj85ct.jpg
Jun + Peko = sex
>>42547013ペロペロペロペロ
>>42546946purer than EN
>>42546994race mixing was a mistake
>>42546998>Those spotsGross. This is why 2D is superior
for me it's mumei
>>42546998Barf
>>42546952like i said not enough if you want really good deepfakes. Kson probably has some already
>>42547012>>42547027Marine can suck her own futa cock...
>>42546998HOLY 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
>>42547035Are you sure it's testosterone?
>>42547035Maybe you are just depressed? Or did you actually go to a doctor?
>>42546998I would eat her ass like a cupcake
>>42547036the other version is better
>>42547036Slut
apparently sucking your own dick feels more like sucking a dick than your dick being sucked
https://files.catbox.moe/livrms.webmNever forget that Pekora is extremely racist
>>42546946damn look at those sweaty pits I want to cum on them
>>42547056Eh, that is a very gorilla headshape
Twappie is a big girl
>>42547077I'm gonna cum kiwawa...
I miss summer...
https://files.catbox.moe/07k1bh.mp4According to Marine this was the time Pekora was the cutest/most rapeable.
>>42547078Why did she steal Lamy's breasts?
I miss Haachama's lewd asmr
>>42547084Lamy wasn't using them so Twappie just borrowed them for a while
>>42547024Why was this deleted?
>>42547045>trusting doctorsthe 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
>>42547099Do you think testosterone is made in the foreskin?
>>42547102>he doesn't know
boko boko nanoraaa
3rd worlders here are so funny. It's like watching a zoo.
>I will never have a cute Japanese chubby gamer cat gf like OkayuWhy is life so cruel?
>>42547099Did you self-diagnose then?
>>42547099Circumcision is evil but writing off all medicine is retarded
>>42547111Have you worked hard and tried to get one?Of course you lose the battle if you never participate
>>42547117I am not Japanese
>>42547111
>>42547106dame hime
>>42547120So? Plenty of interracial couples in the world.
>>42547120I 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.
Is it true that Botan got woke?
>>42547131Well she didn't go broke
>>42547129>>42547130You are right I should try harder
>>42547131No, she is lazy and sleeps all day. She is not woke right now
>>42547147
>>42547147extremely cute lion
JAV whore
https://youtu.be/JL3U-kI2TNE>they lined up to say hisugee nippon
>>42547164*Pekora
>>42547146Why is she looking at me like that
>>42547169Oh, gozalu's snot problem looks fixed now
>holos have to pay for their own original songs>the songs are then owned by Cover and the holo gets 0 royalties from itwtf
>39:15>40:16
>>42547177This is Gaou-papa ultimate goal.
>>42547183>0 royaltiesdumbass
We lost.
>>42547183EOP...
>>42547194
>>42547169I hate how well it works
>>42547183standard practice for music industry just look at people like Taylor Swift
remember when plusmates were making of miko for taking a 3 months break?lol
>>42547196
pokobe owes me sex while bibi watches
>>42547194Hates it>>42547196Loves it>>42547204Doesn't even realize it's happening
oero fubuki
>>42547208
>>42547215cute festival
>>42547203are those plusmates in the room with is right now?
>>42547196Precious
>>42547218yeah me
>>42547204Should be on her neck
I wonder what happened to the Lapfag that kept shitting on the other HoloX members for not doing as well as Laplus
>>42547219the outfit stays on during sex
>>42547194>>42547196>>42547204>>42547215These girls sure are cute
where is the sex?
>>42547226No, unless you are talking about Mukirose and bunny outfit
>>42547230In your parents' bedroom
>>42547204
Check Nene's member post
>>42547233Gross ratty tail
>>42547213too big
>he believes sex is real
>>42547231that is what I'm talking about yes. I want to worship mikorose and provide service.
>>42547241>mikoroseHmm???
>>42547240I had sex with Towa
>>42546980Some of the things that anon said are wrong, but she hasn't been honest with her fans and that's undeniable.
New member wallpaper just dropped
>>42547191they'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.
https://twitter.com/Chihiro_yuki23/status/1620694538645041152Can I get sued if I tell Towa she's shit at apex?
>>42547255why would anyone pay for this garbage
>>42547236Nene...
>>42547262I paid for it. It looks good. I'm using it right now!
>>42547260Miosha...
>>42547256They can twist hiroyuki's arm to force better moderation
Haachama is a whore
>>42547262>shepkeksits self responded
>>42547213the naughtiest thing you can do to choco is do nothing lewd at all
>>42547275Nice English, pablo
>>42547262It's cute, whats the problem?
https://twitter.com/Gin_ChanCH/status/1450904314059182081Kek
How come Okayu's character doesn't look like her at all?
>>42547269don't expose my wife Mio like that. I was working that day so I couldn't take her picture
why is he spamming images on cooldown now
Stop grabbing holos
>>42547272haachama.. the mineclaft..
>>42547271They can't, Hiro is in France because of the data selling shit.
>>42547292Leech
>>42547191good luck finding me in south america
>>42547191I just want to stab Noel repeatedly...
>>42547292Twion...
>>42547295He was in Okinawa the other day.
>>42547259https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rkCJKuRj9uQTowa respects Chihiro, she'll definitely be following suit
>>42547289Anon, she is your mother...
>>42546650Korone and Okayu are pretty big gamers though.Mio is the odd one out.
Why are you seething :)
>>42547305if that's my mom, then call me Oedipus
>>42547246>that cameltoeIM LUSTING AAAAAHHHHH
I wish there was an easy way to search for these holding holo's faces images, I don't have many of them
>>42547308no one cares shart
cared enough to reply
AHHH, I WANT TO LUST MIOSHA
>>42547311Enough already!
>>42547308my cute alien wife loves her oneesan
>>42547308Collab with 2 shart failures. So what
>>42547320this would be worth it so I can peek up her skirt as she beats me
>>42547328STOP LUSTING
>>42547236ollie needs to fucking graduate
>>42547308both of them desire jap cock with passion
Fucking fireworks, man...
>>42547329imagine the smell of akis mint green pantsu...
>>42547236stop posting ominous shit and post the member post here
Marriage with your least favorite holo?
is merumeru the dumbest holo
>>42547349You are not even allowed to imagine that
Why are you lusting when Okayu is being cute?
>>42547354Well she clearly isn't the smartest.
>>42547354The opposite, Meru is the smartest genias banpire
smart people shave their pubes
Pink watame.
>>42547363>>42547367that's why she's one of the cutest
>>42547360I'm gonna lust prematurely aki...
webm anon are you watching Okayu?
>>42547377Then Aki will run at 88 miles per hour to travel back in time before you started lusting to stop you
>>42547369smart in what? smart for wasting money on innumerous razors when pubic hair cant grown more past a certain limit?
>>42547383too late I already lusted to completion specifically to her mint green pantsu
Man, the writing in forspoken sure is trash
>>42547385this guy gets it smart people go for laser removal
>>42547381I 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
>It's past 4am>Okayu is still streamingWhat the fuck?
My wife, Nekomata Okayu, sure likes farming games. I see why she's been hesitant to play them around us.
>>42547386Prepare to be punished then
>>42547392I will do it myself but she imitated Haachama's cooking BGM just now and it was really cute
>>42547388Your life is trash
You wouldn't trust an elf.
>>42547399
>>42547398Is there a way to check current stream duration time? It just says the stream started 6 hours ago
*stinks up the thread*
>>42547399she's so cute I'm glad I joined her membership I'm really starting to fall for her...
>>42547372keep Fubuki & Suisei away from that Flare
>>42547400Actually my life is pretty dope
>>42547397FASTER
>>42547411use your math skills anon I believe in you
>>42547405I submit my whole being to elves
Generating god seed
>>42547385>this writing styleYou must be the lapkek who calls her "lapuchan" and defends her whoreish behavior.
>>42547411She started at 22:00 JSThttps://twitter.com/nekomataokayu/status/1620769173931704322
>>42547397I accept my punishment it was all worth it
>>42547419Careful what you wish for
>>42547421Anon you madman...
I want to cum into Meru
>>42547426>>42547428Okay so around 6:20
>schizos getting even more schizophrenic thinking everyone is one person
OkaKoro ASMR never
>>42547438Closer to 6:10
>>42547262You're not supposed to pay for the wallpapers. You member them for other reasons and get the wallpapers as benefit.
>>42547429EVEN FASTER
>the schizo who defends an whore calling other schizosOh the irony
>>42547441
>>42547441me at the top
>>42547441I still use the Choco meru episode of this to fap
>>42547354You know what they say about blondes.
>>42547449T̶̢̛̺̦͙̦͓̘̘̱̪͎̟̤̞̘͚̺̭̼̗̮̫͓̭̪̼̭̊̓̔̇̀̈́͂̿̒̃̀̃̾̏̍̈́͊̐̓͛̿̌̆͗̇̌͆͑̿̇͂̌͛͂̆͘͘̚̕̚̕͠͠͝͝Ớ̵̡̧͖̗̣̖͚̠̟̦͈̩̺̜̜̪͔͎̠͎̝̩̘̜̮͈̳͙̱̭͕̤͖̝̮̱̞̘̀̀̓̓̋̀̈̓̓̊́̈́̾̀̓̃̎͐͌̒̉̿͛̒̈͘̚͘͘͘͘͠ͅƠ̷̧̨̢̨̨̰̗̱̺͖͈̗̻̤̭̰̻̙͕̣͉͚̫̬͕͖̜̬̥̯̱̠̫̖̜̻̩̘̜̝̩͇̭̞̯̾̾̑̔̒̒́̍̉̏̌̾͒̾̐́͂̃͌͆̒̾͋̄̂̓̿̀̿̆̋͗͘͜͠͝ ̴̛̦̪͚̤̘̟́F̷̧̡̧̧̞̠̹̪̟̯̗̫̣̭͔̮͎̹̦͇̤̺̜̮͇͎̤͙͓̙͕̖͚̬͉͕͔̠̤̙̱̺̯͉͚͓̝̭̘̙̘̍͗̍̐̑̀̄̎́̈̈̓̀͘Ą̷̢̨͙͔̟̫̘̞̟̙̼͔͉̳̪͐̀̈̒͑̒́̄̈́̍̄̃͂͒̈͆͂̓̔̓̋̒̔̃͑̑̒̂͆͗̈́̐̓̎̐̾͆̕̕͝͠͠͠S̶̨̨̢̧̨̡̛̫̤̳͕͖͓͖̬̠̖͇̩͇̹̦͇̥̞̙͉͓̠͓͚̟̳̞̬͕̺̭̤̗̗̼̭͖̟̻̠̟̰̹͈̮̫̝̤͗̊̇́̒͐̓͋̾͌̓̔͛̿͒̈́͛͊̐̊̀́̀̈̿̋̃͊͗̐̒̍͑̄̑͛͒̋̀̓͋͘͠͝ͅȚ̶͍͚̮̤̄͒̀̃̓̈́͊̉̎̊̾̀͊͒̈́̈̔̐̀̽͛̽̎̔̃̾̎͋͝͠͠ͅhttps://files.catbox.moe/blncza.webm
>>42547423Yeah, mine
>>42547459towa...
>>42547372YAB
>>42547442
>>42547469I'm scared aki...
>>42547485post her cute little booties
>>42547480
>>42547469Aki screenshot seller, I need your fastest aki screenshot.https://files.catbox.moe/wis0i5.webm
>>42547260which girl is that
I miss Laputyan...
*transform towa into a whore*
>>42547498I'm gonna cum peko-chan...
>>42547028For her it's Marcel.
>>42547496Funny you linked my catbox, it was the first one I wanted to use but decided to go with something else
>>42547498Ogayu...
>>42547480>>42547494please stop
aki better start going the speed limit or a WILL pull her over m
>>42547514Anon, are you okay?
https://twitter.com/shirakamifubuki/status/1620844745814675456candy go round is a good song
>>42547498
>>42547489
>>42547518Aki's sheer SPEED mindbroke him.>>42547508It's a fun webm but not the first one I wanted to post, so I had the opposite problem of you haha.
>>42547518Yesn't
>>42547524ペロペロペロペロ
>>42547527かわいい
>>42547542I want to cuddle with her and whisper sweet nothings into her ear
https://litter.catbox.moe/2ha8d4.webmWho's pov is this?
I want lewd matsuri asmr
>>42547546that looks painful okayu let me take care of that for you...
i'm not hungry but i must eat....
>>42547552Oga?
>>42547557Okayu...
WHERE IS THE LAPLUS NIPSLIP?
>>42547553How lewd?
>>42547504Still defending the traitor whore schizo?
>>42547552me on the right
Oh fuck, I remember the song Okayu was just singing.https://youtu.be/0V-n2nPsVG0
>>42547557>>42547563Fatto catto...
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
>>42547581>no pubesdropped
>>42547581her inner thighs are starting to look a little... eh...
>>42547414Hahahahha you FOOL
https://litter.catbox.moe/qzhv6a.mp4
>>42547336>ollie needs to fucking graduatemore like "please stop pestering talents"ollie is such an annoying person that i'm baffled whenever someone says she's a good talent.
>>42547583Juicy and tasty
>>42547236I’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
>>42545958<span class="sjis">hey man</span>
I'm a dexfag, is Noel the holo for me?
>>42547581Yikes how much do people pay for this?
>>42547236Nenene...
>>42547603haha imagine a small weak dexfag getting grabbed by noel and forcibly smothered by her huge STR udders haha
>>42547581Let's see how long it takes for them to delete this, compared to the other deleted posts in this thread
>>42547603If you wish to be crushed
>>42547608what the fuck I'm hard now??
>>42547608kys and your shit shitty meme go kys
>>42547581Someone tell her to lay off the gyudon.
>>42547607
I really despise the lot of you so I have something in common with your oshis
>>42547611but imagine how fast I can massage and fondle her titties with all my dex points
Murasaki ShionLast seen: Jan 16
towa has all the answers
>>42547611fuck off retarded and your shit shitty meme none cares go kys fucking retarded muh streeeeeengh loooool so based ah go fuck to hell
>>42547618Suisex?
>>42547618I'm still so mad she didn't stream just once in her swimsuit
>>42547608Damn, I want to be her personal squire boytoy...
>>42547594Neither am I. I was just trying to bait some dumb Nekko in to posting it.
Sex with 2016 Shion
>>42547619these threads are proof multiculturalism doesn't work
>>42547614>>42547624Someone insults oily and then you sperg out. Stop being so obvious.
Sex with 2010 Shion
>>42547631How devious, you must be a kenzoku to concoct such a plan!
Sex with 1955 Korone
>>42547620Well technically strength is speed, dexterity is more about fine control of your hands
>>42547641*cums prematurely*
>>42547644but dragon ball taught me speed and strength are separate things
if your oshi has streamed less recently than a married woman/black company OL, she should be sold into sexual slavery
holy shit, the schizo is so broke he'll cry
>>42547649Shion...
>>42547640Damn. And I would have gotten away with it too without you meddling kids.
Shionyo's suicide show on a livestream
are we ready for this later?https://youtu.be/yDRBAzSors4
>>42547644Dex is for:Evade attacks more easilyFacilitate the learning of skills
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.
>>42547658Ready to not watch it, because they'll use garbage voice changers again? Yeah
>>42547647Just look at the legs of runners/swimmers, even when they are lithe (for aerodynamics) their legs are still shredded
>>42547625Yes
>>42547631Devious fucker
>>42547668Mikotits...
>>42547668Migo... your cheap implants...
>>42547674Right version.
>>42547676those look more like mikopits to me
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).
>>42547666okay 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
*cums on Ayame's feet*
>>42547690If Bodybuilder also trains running or boxing you can bet your ass he will outran and punch faster than a weaker guy
>>42547665I thought fauna and mumei were okay even with the voice changer
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.
>>42547696>if body builder trains speed he will be fastI'm not seeing a rebuttal here
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.
I'm not going to read your Kanata fanfic heimen stop trying
>>42547678My wife is so cute.
uwu
>>42547694No you didn't.
I asked heinGODS
the cunny of a minor. every adult man's fantasy.
>>42547711*sucks on ayames big toe*
>>42547704Okay, anon. Let me rephrase it in a simple language:>Muscle makes body move>Big muscle = faster move
>>42547701>>42547706Is this what THEKANATA does all day on c*tube?
>>42547711Do you mean it was a ghost cum?
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.
You monsters
>>42547726Different types of muscle
And I can't fight this feeling anymoreI've forgotten what I started fighting forIt's time to bring this ship into the shoreAnd throw away the oars, forever
heimins won
>>42547607>>42547618Someone should put a baby inside these tummies
why shartmin why
>>42547724cute boy
>>42547739I don't think either Matsuri or Shion are cannibals
Since the heimin is spamming this thread, let me call the seajanniesENSHARTS ARE NOT HOLOLIVE, THEY WILL NEVER BE TOLERATED HERE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kr7ogLQh4tc
>>42547754based
why enshits why
>>42547754can't agree more
Okayu needs farm life correction.
Where is Towa
>>42547770Understood. I will milk her thoroughly.
>>42547739On it https://litter.catbox.moe/y4sffb.jpg
>>42547776me on the bottom
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.
https://youtu.be/Ax1oQ_2knmI
I want to put a baby in matsuri and not take responsibility
https://litter.catbox.moe/vjpt8g.jpg
>>42547774No wait no not that kind of correction anon stop it
Has anyone told Watame she doesn't need to stream this long?
Hymen are worst fanbase.REMOVE HYMEN
>>42547786me on the left
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.
>>42547791*takes anon's virginity*done
>>42547789https://twitter.com/tyo_3rin/status/1616842083352064000Too late, putting her to work.
>>42547783God imagine taking a drunk Matsuri home and repeatedly creampieing her until she passes out then stealing all the cash out of her wallet
>>42547770cats do enjoy farm life so it would probably work
>literal spamno reaction>say n*gger or ind*gimmediate deletion and three days banhttps://litter.catbox.moe/4ftc6g.png
nice thread jpcels
>>42547782https://files.catbox.moe/u92uwp.mp4
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.
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
ban me now. ban me, fucking SEA. do it.
How did Kanata like her coffee?
>>42547806is it normal to be terrified yet aroused by Sora?
>>42547804thin-skinned monkeys
>>42547798i came suddenly
Kanata is too loud
GODmin
Kanata owes me ASMR
>>42547802Plenty of mice in the fields to keep them happy, yeah.Okayu really belongs to the countryside I suppose.
>>42547815Hmm....I guess not
>>42547831imagine being a farm mouse and getting caught by okayu haha
>>425478044chan has always hated racism chud. We love our brown SEAfriends and their resourceful cuisine of environmentally conscious recycling :)
I guess janny isn't awake anymore
>>42547831I want to hear more of Okayu's country-bumpkin dialect.
>>42547837anon_gets_maimed.jpg
why ensharts whyI hope this works
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.
>>42547837I definitely don't want such a terrifying experience to happen to me hahahttps://litter.catbox.moe/92x3p9.png
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.
>>42547804It'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
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.
Yuckymen sending a superchat to Watame...
>>42547799You’re never going to have sex ever you loser
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.
>>42547848O gura where art thou
Didn't ask enshart
>>42547864Watame is basically Lamy lite so you can't really blame them.
>>42547865But I've already had multiple girlfriends
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.
bring back the guy talking about killing luna
>>42547873All me btw.
>>42547873Hahahaha stop lying you dweeb
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.
>>42547878I'll never forgive you
Bring back luluposting
>>42547876I reported him to cover so I hope the idiot gets fucked and kill’s himself
SPAM EN WHORE CHATS YOU FUCKING MORONS
>>42547873Multiple human girlfriends?
*slaps luna's wrists*
luna will pay for the crimes of the candy kingdom
>>42547897nice try those bad boys are the latest on candy kingdom bionic technology you won't even make a scratch
Anon has fetal alcohol syndrome
SHUT UP DONT POST IT AGAIN
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.
good thread
holy shitheimins literally winning
>>42547658>>42547700Not hololiveI repeatNOT HOLOLIVE
https://litter.catbox.moe/tanj3s.jpg
ENOUGH OF THAT
>>42547925Me on the left
I want to impregnate matsuri and take responsibility
I don’t understand the spam is he mad because he wants to spam images instead?
Didn't they just hire new jannies?
>>42547925I have had anal sex. It is hard to come inside an anus. It's too tight
Fauna (aka Council/EN2) > EN3, EN4, EN5, EN6, EN7, etc
Wrong board, beggar.
>>42547943Is that what the dude plowing your ass said?
>>42547949BASED>>42547953We love Fauna here, cope.
/qa/ lost
SHUT UP ALREADY
>>42547956grass
the fuck was that spamming?
Daily reminder Fauna backstabbed one of her friends trust irl just to get into Hololive.
imagine not using filters
what caused this beahviour?
>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
Please spam /vt/ instead
>using filters
TRYING TO GET SOME PEACE AND QUIET OVER HERE
>>42547976Chinese behavior. No seriously, spam and chinese go together.
The Holy Trinity of driving away the green turd.https://files.catbox.moe/h85fk6.mp4https://files.catbox.moe/ivsz4e.mp4https://files.catbox.moe/6wfjl2.mp4
someone should insult SEA or something, that always word to summon jannies
>>42547989yeah judging by counting 20 and scrolling i probably have 160 filters
>>42547996Are you implying heimin are chinese or something?
*cums on heimin*
I blame Flare
>>42547873whore
>>42548005Yes. It has been stablished since the Taiwan-Coco arc already
>>42548005>heimin
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.
oh hey an actual meltdowni appreciate that some of you keep your promises
NGA lost, go back already.
>>42547891No, elves.
>>42548005yeah i'm sure the faggot spamming is a heimin and totally not someone trying to stir shit up
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.
hehehehehehehehehehehehe...
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.
>>42548026So, its either the greenturd, a watamate or a chinese man. Pick one
Envision the fragrancehttps://litter.catbox.moe/fmzf8h.jpg
5ch just uncovered the holy grail of doxes thanks to the Jap government fucking up. Holy shit!https://files.catbox.moe/sxdhqj.jpg
>>42548025Anon no...
>>42548038Nice
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.
>>42548045What's wrong with having a cute elf girlfriend?
Why do these girls like Dorian?
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.
>>42548051Aside from them being fictional?
>>42548043woah that's really cute
>>42548053He has a good singing voice.
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.
>>42548057>fictionalExplain Aki, Flare and Lamy then dummy
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.
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>>42548068Virtual
Kanata is a leech.There, I finally said it.
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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.
The next thread will be heimin
>>42547925me in the middle
the next thread will be the next thread
Coco won.
chinese behavior
>>42547956no he said I felt good and called me a cute slut...
Kanata woke up in a cornfield
How does Kanata like her coffe?
New janitor is the heiminschizo I see. Well hopefully he gets his status removed soon
>>42548091coomfield
>>42548094iced
In the next thread there will be heimins
2023 is the year of Kanata channel
>>42548073they can reverse the soul transfer she will be real
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don't care filtered k*nata and you should too
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.
Kanata woke up in a cornfield.
>>42548053musclemen...
>ctrl f kanata>462 resultsdamn
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.
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.
>>42548103Anon..Their bodies are already gone...
How do I filter this without fucking up ?
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>>42548117But this is 4chan, not youtube
>>42548121just scroll past it lol
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.
>>42548126hmmmhmmmhmmmhmmmkore ka?kore ka?kore ka?kore ka?kore ka?
Hmm... F-ă+ün'@
Can you hear me?
Kanata woke UP
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.
https://litter.catbox.moe/m9ni8n.mp4
Okayu's gone...
Otsukayu!
>>42548119we simply need a sacrifice a new vessel
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.
>>42548152Won't be an elf. There are no elves in this cursed world of ours
>>42548158but the soul will be elven
Okayu should go back to doing lewd members only ASMR
>>42547664>>42547701>>42547706>>42547719>>42547733>>42547764>>42547781>>42547793>>42547809>>42547838>>42547849>>42547855>>42547861>>42547867>>42547874>>42547882>>42547893>>42547901>>42547908>>42547914>>42547924>>42547932>>42547940>>42547947>>42547983>>42548020>>42548027>>42548032>>42548042>>42548048>>42548054>>42548063>>42548069>>42548080>>42548090>>42548098>>42548106>>42548118>>42548130>>42548140>>42548146>>42548156WHO IS KIARA? A PHOENIX WRESTLER, NOT HOLOLIVEWHO IS MORI? A MORBIDLY OBESE CONNOR CUMDUMP, NOT HOLOLIVEWHO IS AMELIA? NEET'S CUM SLAVE, NOT HOLOLIVEWHO IS INA? A FUCKING GOOK, NOT HOLOLIVEWHO IS GURA? JAY'S CUMDUMP, NOT HOLOLIVEWHO IS BAE? A FUCKING CHINKSTRA, NOT HOLOLIVEWHO IS KRONII? A TRANNY GOOK, NOT HOLOLIVEWHO IS FAUNA? EDDIE'S WHORE, NOT HOLOLIVEWHO IS MUMEI? MARCEL'S CUMSOCK, NOT HOLOLIVE
>>42548163Subaru please we get it you only got her membership for that
>>42548051Do not trust an elf, and NEVER EVER fall in love with one.https://litter.catbox.moe/uvyax5.png
>>42548162Doesn'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
Iced coffee is awful
I will never have sex...
literally where the fuck are jannies? do your fucking job
>>42548165Holy based
https://litter.catbox.moe/msmsct.jpg
>>42548053Goofy 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
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.
I think bae is cute and I'm going to enjoy feBAEuary very much
>>42548187Me on the left.
Don't delete them, I want to post an image so let him continue
>open watame stream>"UI BEAM"This fucking sheep...
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.
nice thread, last samurai
>>42548195Please open the stream every 5 minutes, we need more ui beams
>>42548199next one will be better
>>42547674This got deleted alongside the spam... interesting...Hoshinguyens? Your response?
gaymin lost yet again, just like every other day
heimin's hymen...
>>42548199Tom Cruise is the spammer?!
Towa isn't real
>>42548203No hoshiyomi would post such garbage art
https://pocopocoing.fanbox.cc/posts/5113724guys... do you have 500 JPY? I really want to see that image uncensored...
The schizo fucked up the archive with this spam...
>>42548219Is there a dog in it? If not, then no can do.
This is real*cums in your mouth*
Every day I see you chain-complaining about posts that I don't see.Filters sure are great!
>>42548219Do 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.
Lets have an interesting conversationIs there anything you want to talk about ?
>>42548230Twowa...
over 400 kanatas gone... into the voidheimins lost
/kanata/i
>>42548233The katanas we lost... won't stop hurting...
GODmin status?
>>42548230Holos getting fucked by dogs and horses
>>42548230I'm thinking about Ojou's feet
>>42548232what about her? Captcha: DR ONIONS https://files.catbox.moe/fvncdz.png
>>42548229I don't have a credit card, piece of shit. Go suck a jew cock, """"white person""""
>>42548219https://litter.catbox.moe/48ifl0.png
>>42548230not reallyfor 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
>>42548256*cums prematurely*
>>42548257unchiwwwwwwwwww
>>42548240keep that shit contained to sidebranches >>42548242they must stink from all the cum from all those different clients
>>42548219it's on kemono you retard
>>42548263All me (no joke)
Why is the company forbidding Gura to stream? What's the goal?
>>42548267to strike the EN filth right at their roots
>>42548230I'd like to discuss the monarchy of the candy kingdom
>>42548267Upsetting you
*back flips*
>>42548267Not hololive
*lands on his neck*
>>42548256thanks. that's all I wanted.
>>42548283*flips you back*Settle down now
*slaps lunaito*
>>42548283*claps*
ah fuck it's 2 weeks for valentine'shope your oshi streams
Wake me up when Miko is streaming
>>42548298WARM YOUR CHICKENS
I'm writing requests to fumihiko, any suggestions?
>>42548278>KingdomIts an Empire sweetie
I don't know if that anon who requested Okayu singing Haachama Cooking theme is still here, but dozo!https://files.catbox.moe/2uxf9f.webmAlso a couple bonus ones of Okayu making noisesOkayu shears Watame - https://files.catbox.moe/lxxu90.webmOkayu moans while milking Noel - https://files.catbox.moe/iclv75.webm
its not worth trying anymore
>>42548307Something about Sora, anything (If it's paizuri better)
>>42548307Art lessons and therapy
>>42548311it's always worth trying anon, the knowledge of knowing it's worth it
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WHrWaqS9ucoFauna got that rizz
>>42548304My chicken is frigid...
>>425482982 weeks til Gura!
>>42548310Thanks anon.It was me the truther who asked
i want marine to draw on my sack
>>42548329Did you try to fuck your chicken?
>>42548346It's a metaphorical chicken, fucking it won't make it less cold.
>>42548293気持ちいい... now call me a slut while you do it but then be gentle...
Chicken this*lays an egg*
>>42548352Sure it would, the friction would make it less cold
>>42548309don't call me sweetie unless your giving out butterscotch hard candy
>>42548352Ah, I thought you meant frigid as in unable to feel sexual pleasure or orgasm
>>42548355Kiara!?
mom bought me a pork loin but i don't know how to cook it
https://youtu.be/1hfb56pW_EcMERUMERU!!!
>>42548354I'd better call you slutnaitoyou are the shame of the fanbase
>>42548230Zelda Botw is overrated.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1hfb56pW_EcAsaMeru!
I love MeruShe's one of the cutest members and her morning streams are cute and fun. If I were japanese I would watch them everyday
>>42548358oh I got all the hard candy...mouth fill of it
What do you think about lunaitos?
>>42548363Season, sear, toss in oven until it registers around 63 celsius at the thickest point
reminder that asameru is the ONLY news source for pure unbiased journalism with a cute vampire
>>42548343No problem, Liar. And here I thought more anons were reaching out for my services
>>42548363put it in the microwave for like 15 minutes, check on it then keep nuking it in 5 minute intervals until its edible.
> Started streaming 8 hours agoSheep is putting in longer work days than me...
Ohakappu, browns.
>>42548372I'm thinking about what to do at the gym today
Interesting deleted posts, hmmm.
>>42548367yeah bat ass
I only watch Watame when she starts reading supas
I'm watching Yui
Meru looks so fucking smart right now!https://litter.catbox.moe/7ceeul.png
>>42548363Use 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.
>>42548363I would throw it in the air fryer
>>42548343>>42548376Why do these cananfags feel the need to constantly shitpost, ritual post and overall ruin the thread every single fucking day?
>>42548366n-no I'm not...
>>42548383I don't understand why the greenturd is doing this...
>>42548395Why not just filter it instead of being a whiny little baby
>>42548372They're cute and I'd like to make one of them my wife.
Akutan no koto su ki su gi
>>42548395he's trying to become a thread celebrity just ignore them
>>42548389How so?
Okayu's voice is so nice. The "people" who bullied her are fucking retarded.
>>42548372I don't understand how they fit into that cute little pink armor with how muscular and shredded they are
meru is wearing glasses she is smarter than anyone in this thread
So... who are the good tread celebs?
>>42547686who has more sex everyday? Gura or Laplus? It must be close.
>>42548267I hope she gets kidnapped and murdered by a Japanese schizo
>>42548371can I have some?
>>42548417WebManon and summarytomos
>>42548411Because Meru is always smart!
>>42548417meI post hags and sometime Subaru and Luna
>>42548413We are like the thing from the movie The Thing
>>42548425Understandable.
>>42548403because you are an attention seeking loser. Someone needs to point out the truth.
>>42548427I thought that was Lamy
>>42548421*unzips*Have at it
>>42548423>WebManonreal desperate to be a thread celebrity aren't you?
>>42548423>WebManonLow quality spammer>summarytomosIf I wanted a summary about a stream, I would just watch the archives
>>42548427Aliens?
>>42548433I thought it would be butterscotch this doesn't smell like butterscotch...
>>42548418Guras cunt looks like someone spiked an Arby's sandwich into a puddle of mud
>>42548407ah, that makes sense and it explains a lot
>>42548436Watching a stream is not a summary, dingus
*takes lamy's alcohol away*no more underage drinking
>>42548417I for one am fond of marineschizo
>>42548447Lamy is a cake.
>>42548417Greenturd, ironically
>>42548450That brat? she wishes
>>42548448That's like half the posters at thiis point, not a single celebrtiy
>>42548438taste itI swear its the next best thing
>>42548417anons that hornypost, especially the mio ones
>>42548439https://files.catbox.moe/ups7xu.jpgactually a great simile
Isn't Mel too cute?
Why can't Sora be this creative?https://www.youtube.com/shorts/3Vdk5-TC9i8
>>42548451Kill yourself.
>>42548453Either way it's a good time
I'm clapping Watame...
>go away for a bit>suddenly hear Watame clapping from my headphonesWhat happened?
FREE IMAGES
>>42548465shes done reading
>>42548465It's my happy day
this asameru is too early
I thought I was a good thread celebrity...
>>42548460I thought she was graduating? Did this thread lie to me?
>>42548453>that's like half the posters at thiis pointyou dont speak for anyone but yourself marine schizo
>>42548460Sora...
>>42548365>>42548368>morning melI'm sorry for calling you dumb earlier today, please forgive me...
>>42548476you people sure love projecting
>>42548459I think she's just the right amount of cute
>>42548437Yeah
>>42548465Towa walked in and Watame started clapping her cheekshttps://files.catbox.moe/eai4ph.png
>>42548456o-okay just a few licks...
>>42548475Why would she graduate?
>>42548473The last robosa is the only celebrity to respect, living as the last of his clan isn't an easy thing.
>>42548479you're getting kapu kapu
>>42548484let me suck
>>42548473There are no good thread celebrities. Marineschizo, genwarschizo, the finns, the one plusmate left etc etc.
Do-do-don't leave me, Watame...
>>42548479Sorry, Meru is going to kapu kapu you nowhttps://litter.catbox.moe/0bv1mj.png
Watame don't go...
Mel is just a better Roboco
>>42548492But we still have lunaitos
Watame, don't leave...
>>42548494her flesh fang bothers me so much I wish it was a normal fang with TEETH
Am I allowed to have Mel as a back up oshi in case my oshi dies or something
>>42548497Which ones are still here?
>>42548417I like the guy that says wrong thread to en posts and right thread to lulu
>>42548508>back up oshisure you can you unfaithful harlot
>>42548497We hate gays here
>>42548511Slutnaito
https://files.catbox.moe/dep2rz.mp4
>>42548490>>42548494Ah... heaven...https://litter.catbox.moe/auhffq.png
https://files.catbox.moe/ieprpa.webm
>>42548520Black live what?????
>>42548518I'm not a slut... not always...
>>42548520>blacku laivu madadada...
*slaps belly*
https://files.catbox.moe/saqpou.mp4
Mel drank all my Acerola juice and gave me a boner without my consent#vampiresareamenace
i will drink mels Areola juice
https://files.catbox.moe/x2axs1.webm
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UPH6rlRDPHk
I still remember the day when we saw Subaru...
Why is this thread worse than usual?
asked mom if i could air fry the pork loin and she sounded pissed off
>>42548536Hmmm naruhodone...
Bashing greenturd head with a brick
It's Flare herstory month!
this is all very interesting, but have you considered brown nipples?
>>42548564BASED
can we not be racist please
Which car does /hlg/ recommend?
when mel says tekubi, i think of chikubi
>>42548570Danchou...
>>42548577Nissan V16 as always
https://files.catbox.moe/g1hmgx.mp4
>>42548570Fauna has pink nips
Mel looks like nerd
>>42548577Honda Civic
>>42547594are 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
>>42548577miata
*eats a clove of garlic**forces tongue down Mel's mouth*
>>425485772002 lincoln towncar
The next thread will be better.
I am still mad about P.T.
>>42548577A tesla so you can take your hands off the wheel and watch streams!
*calls Abraham Van Helsing*
>>42548614Fuck Tesla, imagine removing the fun of driving a car. Hydrogen cars are the future.
>>42548577Honda Ridgeline is the only answer
>>42548559well she's a dumb bitch because you can and it'll probably be better than her own
>>42548577AE86
>>42548577Changan
How do I get better at drawing? Just spamming sketches doesn't seem to be working for me.
>>42548559You have to put it in the oven anon.
>driving>funMust feel nice living in a first world country...
>>42548624Based Watatomo
>>42548637You don't have long empty mountain roads where you live?
Are we watching Mel or neurosama?
I will rape meru.
>>42548643no I have deadlock traffic
https://files.catbox.moe/en72dc.webm
>>42548643Yeah, only you have to get there alive first.
>>42548627https://litter.catbox.moe/stqk7r.jpg
>>42548564why was this deleted?
https://files.catbox.moe/fz5sfy.webm
>>42548661Greenturd friend janny is on duty I guess
>>42548651Damn, no way out?>>42548656Why don't people in third-world countries follow traffic laws?
>>42548661Strictly speaking, that's an offtopic post, although there are plenty more throughout the thread jan is extremely selective about deleting posts.
>>42548577a 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.
is Mel roleplaying me being the manager?
MEL IS SO FUCKING CUTE
>>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
>>42548674>hybridMy mom got one so thats what im driving until I buy my own...
>your oshi>what music do you listen while driving
>>42548680Where I live you always fail if you fuck up one intersection answer and you can get like 5 questions wrong.
>>42548577MR2 w20
>>42548661you deleted it were not retarded
>>42548685IrohaBluegrass sometimes country
>>42548577A Tokoyami Toyota
>>42548685LunaGuns N' Roses and AC/DC
>your oshi>manual or automatic?
>>42548692>were not retardedanon...
>>42548685AquaI never leave my house
>>42548697NoelManual>>42548685Iced Earth
>>42548685FaunaVocaloid songs
>>42548685ShiinaI listen to historical podcasts and documentaries
>>42548697LunaManual
Forcing Mel to do loli voice against her will.....
>>42548697FaunaSemi
Meru is going to be my sugar mommy...
>>42548714Mel daughter...
Mel told me to do my best today, but actually I will half-ass everything as usual
Meru is going to jail...
cars, guns and vtubersour 3 interests
>your oshi>your power tool brand
Noel hates loli though
>>42548673>>42548664Be sure to provide your feedback on the moderation!
I want to know if Holo's call each other by Holo names or birth names when they go out to eat.
>>42548746They use their discord names
>>42548742for me? its gotta be makitasimply the best!
>>42548742LunaDewalt
>>42548742IrohaMilwaukee I have a couple snap on cordless ratchets too
>>42548745Have you considered not offending Fauna or the sapling?
>>42548742>p*wer toolsReal men hammer the nails in with their fists
>>42548756Have you considered gargling my sack until you suffocate?
real men follow chinese CD's on twitter
>>42548685WatameMy 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.
>your oshi>your favorite food
we miss koyori
3dpd
Ewww japanese women...
*tries to cum on ayame's feet but misses*
>>42548798we love japanese women here idiot
>>42548783WatameI 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.
>>42548685AquaHard rock, Heavy Metal, Prog rock, Classical, Holosongs, sometimes I listen to history podcasts.
>>42548801agreed we only like roasties. We love gura here.
>>42548789Is this you, anon?
>>42548783>Lamy>Döner
your oshi is a 3dpd japanese woman
>>42548783SoraHomemade lasagna
Is Botan planning on playing that dogshit woke game again? Please be a no
>>42548783lunabk stacker
>>42548801heh deleted his own comment because he realized his oshi, gura, is a massive fucking western whore.
>>42548830kek
Meru is gone because she will be breaking into my apartment at any moment and forcibly kapu kapuing me against my will
>>42548810yes, dozohttps://litter.catbox.moe/9v4okl.jpeg
>>42548837You 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
>>42548674what's wrong with a hybrid?
How small is a small penis?
>>42548837Nice tits and tummy, would like to lick them
>>42548742Lunamilwaukee
>>42548850Friend's size
Sometimes I just have no idea what I'm watching
>milwaukeeDidn't take this thread for a bunch of sheep.
>>42548783Aquaonions
>>42548837Great, now I'm hard again...
Kanata liked her coffee iced
Well look who finally came out of his cave
>>42548860They're bucks not sheep
>>42548897Towa...
>>42548837Give me the source please
>>42548925Cauliflower
joshukuns its time
>>42548783AZKiA housewife's home cooking
watamedidn't know my thingy was big until i was 16 and googled average sizes
>>42548850about a pinky but women expect you to be 7 inches and 6ft tall so good luck
"we" are watching koyori
>>42548837It's been like 17 minutes and I'm still in awe at her tits, absolute udders.
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.
>>42548860it's what we use at my workplace had a representative come out and take us all to lunch the tools are fine
Monster Hunter holo when
Seaslut holo when?
Chinese holo when
>>42548977slug*
>>42548837why are they pink
>>42548972Luna?
Holo Holo when? One wolf isn't enough
>>42548972https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rB9NxSC4ugY
lunaito holo when?
>>42548837I'm gonna cum https://files.catbox.moe/iaovnb.mp4
>>42548972my wife Iofi really enjoys monhun
why is mio not doing a watch along? the executives won't like this
HoloXhit is getting boring. When's the next gen
>>42549001you're in luck. holoID is having auditions.
>>42549000They couldn't afford mio. The best they could buy was meru an Homo And koyo since she sells herself for cheap.
Nenechi...Are you Ok?
>>42549010What happened?
meru...
Morihttps://youtu.be/q4JMbtjxneI
>>42549009God I wish I could buy Koyo for a week
Velkhana is a whore
>>42549014Something has happened, I heard here.
VELKHANA BROS
im gonna fuck this ice slut again for her gear
>>42548989Holy shit it's been ages since I last watched her, she doesn't even remotely look like what I remembered.
>>42547256They have a legal consultant based in California. Check linkedin. But yeah, still agree with you
>>42549044lamy doesn't even drop meta gear
>>42548298Lap...
>>42548928Give me a twitter link or something
>>42549058>meta
if cover sued me i would file for discovery on the Tokoshit Towawa Files
I'm gonna farm Lamy's hymen and collect her 1% drop material
>>42549072take botan with you she's farmed it so much she can clear without looking
im tired hank
you zoomer coomers are unoriginal
>>42549063https://twitter.com/broccoli/status/1619760120120107008
>velkhana and giganigga valfalkgay, worst update yet
monhun is deadwhen are they putting good monsters like Amatsu and Yama Tsukami
>>42549088was gonna say next update but it's just gonna be another fatalis so eh. hopefully white fatty at least
>>42549086>spoonfeeding
>>42549077oh c'mon dangol Hank now have a dangol beer I tell yew whut
>>42549097it's not even broccoli though
>>42549097>he uses a spoon for cauliflowerwho hurt you?
https://youtu.be/Vc3CdEarN4ki wanna swap this weather sister out for one with bangs
>>42549103>not liking twin tailsget out
https://twitter.com/tsunomakiwatame/status/1620922783625809920?s=61&t=zEa3LJOtCxHUF5tXqB-H6A
pop quiz what color is towa's butthole
I really miss Fauna...
>>42549122Vanta black
>>42549126this but mumei...
>>42549115true 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
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BQQqOgi9gXE
>>42549115https://twitter.com/Zn_5296/status/1617717648053399552whore
>>42549122Darker than an Argentinian
>>42549135i own more lamy than most lamytomo
>>42548685Ko'onehttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t256BLal4MU
>>42549135waiting for suisei's stupid cd to arrive at tenso before i can ship my lamy goods......
ballin' holo when?
I didn't give up on my oshi. She gave up on me. All men have reasonable limits.
>>42549156dark skin gets graduated
>>42549136Unlike you, we arrived to the continent in ships, Pedro.
it got offended lol
*starts beating my shit for all to see*
>>42549156https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ri5xIadcP00RIGHT THREAD KING
>>42549169*bites my lower lip*
I started smoking just to use the smoke break at work
I'm going to jack off while thinking of Fauna raping Mumei...
Didn't ask ENshart, go back
I've been here since the T-incident, you fuck off.
>>42549184>rapefauna doesn't need to rape mumei she can have her whenever she pleases
Migo...
>>42549189get out of my thread and kill yourself. in that order
why enshartswhy
I'm the failure of hololive
>>42548577I personally bought a 2022 MX-5 RF GT a couple of months ago
how can they all just continue streaming and making money knowing Rushia was unjustly fired?
*plants myself even deeper* *photosynthesis harder*
>>42549213uuuuuuuu...
>>425485773 series for plebs911 for ballersthird worlders need not apply
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.’
>>42548577lancer 1997
where is towa
Towa smells
https://twitter.com/amanekanatach/status/162093136455520665kanata is still mining copper.
>>42549247https://twitter.com/amanekanatach/status/1620931364555206656
>>42549208You're still my oshi, anon.
>>42549249woops
Any new JAV?
invite me to the cytube discord
>>42549253wish pekora gives kanataso some acknowledgement at least
>>42549257I don't recommend it, there's too much ERP there
>>42549260no one likes to acknowledge a leech
Where did everyone go
bingo?
>>42549327no one is live
pet bottle...
If a boy can be a precure, then why can men by hololive?
>>42549327Avoiding this shithole during burgerhours. Come back during primetime.
>>42549260peko was the one who jokingly told her to mine 10k copper so this thing will continue
I'm thinking about Lamy right now.
>>42548577Honda Civic the type R, or an old lancer evo or pajero evo
who do we plan on raping next
Remember when Lamy would heal us in the morning?
Maybe it's just me, but I really really want to have sex with Okayu
>>42549356She changed classnow she is a monster tamer
Risebreak>World
>>42549368Wrong
>>42549368Right
I'm thinking about mumei right now
>>42549368Rise is streamlined trash and world should cut out the cheating grapple bugsthen it would be good but for now the best monster hunter game is 3u
>>42549368No
more like poomei
>>42549368They're both shit, we need to go back
All Monster Hunter games are trashThe boomer ones are especially shit
4U is the peak of MH and World was a huge downgrade
Cumming inside loli Matsurihttps://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/104583537#manga
hai hai, irasshai~nani o kaitaidesu ka?>a while latermata douzo~
>>42549396me on bottom
>>42549396me on top
Where is everyone? Did everyone get sued?
>>42549353me
>>42549384t. diaper wearer.
remember KING covers?
remember gurenge?
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
>PekoMiko MV - 621k (5days)>Ibrahim MV - 821k (11hours)What happened????????
>>42549416*rapes you*What now?
>>42549419im in my late 20s zoomer faggot
>>42549423>Gurenge>EOPs have a mental breakdown trying to fit inGod I hope she sings Cruel Angel Thesis next.
>>42549438Are you okay?
>>42549425nijigods stay winning
>>42549425Who's Ibrahim
>>42549452a m*le nijifag
iinchou sings obscure B sides
>>42549455We hate males here
MH peaked at XX
VAMP UP
>>42549452a niji with a nigger model that is among the 3 who was the champion at the vsaikyou that startend bombed at
Jap bros, remember! don't drop the soap in the shower
>>42549472nijis can't stop winning...
holocels
https://youtu.be/RQxbJLX2KgUThoughts on pebot?
how cute is shion's roommate? why does every single holohags want to fuck her?
>>42549472startend was only strong at scrims...
nijisanji is just better hololive is for people who can't learn japanese
>>42549480shut up leech
>>42549480PEBOT LOVE
>>42549480PEBOT LOVEcant wait for them to talk about their cats
Lunaito always drops the soap when we take a shower
>>42549480Botan should rape Towa on stream
>>42549485Stop trying to fit in, you're trying too hard.
>>42549480Love BotanHate Towhore and Pekwhora
>pekora streamlets goooo>towa is thereI sleep
>>42549494Keep crying, cringe leech
ENleech
>>42549492It's just really slippery okay...
>nijishilling>numberfagging>shitting on holosyup its /#/ raid hours
It's going to cry about le thread culture now
>>42549521The brownest thread on 4channel
>>42549063https://fantia.jp/fanclubs/88257
https://twitter.com/amanekanatach/status/1620940180462116864>Koyori: don't do anything interesting outside of streamIs she a cop or what?
てるみいてるみいてるみいてるみい
Who is the fakest holo?
>>42549501You'll never fit in. It'll be high school all over again for you.
>>42548577Subaru
I'm watching Amelia Watson of Hololive English -Myth-
>>42549553based
>>42549553Keep crying, leech
>>42549550Towa is literally fictional
>>42549536Thank you anon.
Do you know Usada Pekora?
>>42549576NO!!!!!!!
>>42549576NO!
>>42549550Ko'one is quite the Fake Type.koro_smug.jpg
>>42549553t. peaked in high school
>>42549517Stop lying you slut
samefag
>Leech Is this the same as "cuck," "schizo," "beggar," "slut," and 'Towa" with words that have lost all meaning?
samefag this*cums in you*
>>42549590I just like the way it feels pressed against my butt...
>>42549578>>42549577OMG!!!!
>still seething this hard about being called a leechHmm, almost like it's true.
>>42549609Do you prefer to have it pressed deeper?
>>42549603yes, SEAbrowns have limited vocabulary
https://streamable.com/g94j1d
The next thread will be a let's player elf
FGO holo when
Suisei is bigger than Hololive.
>>42549477it's ok. startend got pcs too and nijifans got assmad at that clip of aqua clapping that team 1v3 in scrims.
>>42549686She knows
>>42549639https://streamable.com/42zy3h
Since I've known hololive, I can't go more than a day without thinking about raping women.
I like how nijinigs are still mad at Suisei. It's funny reading their tweets of desperation. Constant grasping at straws.
>>42549696https://streamable.com/gf82ta
>>42549699Same, I can barely look at cute images on pixiv without thinking about rape anymore
anyone with the name yukihana are whores
Will Lap come back before holofes? Or after...?
>>42549704link some
>>42549710I see that we are the same, the worst thing is that I've never been attracted to that genre, Hololive made me like that....
>>425497223.3
debi debibibi bibi
Naked Towa
Dragon Ball Z: Super Towa Den Kakusei-Hen
The Towa whisperer
Breath of Towa II: The Fated Child
>>42549724tbqh I don't feel guilty because holos are kinda built for it and they seduced me first
>>42549763Same.
Pekora's perky nipples and perky tits
*cums on Pekora's perky tits*
>>42549771BASED JUN
A lot of posters miss Laplus but no one misses Shion yo...
Pekwhora is the turbo whore of Hololive
>>42549775>>42549779cry harder numbershart ill talk about EN in your /#/ thread to piss you off