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hololive

>> No.42553396
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pekoーら愛してる
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=utPEH5Y0fnU
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BKxR7SbifYE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RQxbJLX2KgU
くしゃみ助かる

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きｔらあああ

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今日もかわいい〜

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MEE KOW TEA

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>> No.42553405

I don't want PEBOT to ever end...

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I love Towa!
PEBOT Minecraft!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=utPEH5Y0fnU Pekora
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BKxR7SbifYE Botan
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RQxbJLX2KgU Towa

>> No.42553407

>got sick after returning from trip
she's just like me fr fr no cap

>> No.42553408

I want to peek under Twa's skirt while she is floating...

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んなああああ

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twa is going to fly again

>> No.42553414
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I fucking love Miko Miko Miko Miko Miko Miko Miko Miko Miko Miko Miko Miko Miko Miko!!!!!

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Nye

>> No.42553416

Towa...

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https://youtu.be/kBfXjNFo3Mo
https://youtu.be/vvGvqbAxp6s
ｼｼﾛﾝﾀﾞｲｽｷｰ！

>> No.42553420

they are spoiling twi too much

>> No.42553422

>>42553404
kowai~

>> No.42553424

Towa keeps aggroing the black things

>> No.42553425

>>42553415
Hey man!

>> No.42553426

>>42553424
They're called 35p

>> No.42553431

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CmWE7nOUwCs
Sched change... Festival...

>> No.42553432

Towa just made an awful sound...

>> No.42553433

how is it possible that Pekora & Botan sound so cute and then there's Towa and somehow it all works out

>> No.42553434

>>42553404
The perfect hololive...

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Remind me why we needed shorter threads again?

>> No.42553438

Miko can't read kanji...

>> No.42553439

>>42553435
So global wouldn't have to post without images

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>>42553433
UWAAAAAAAA
https://files.catbox.moe/44pnbg.mp4

>> No.42553441

>>42553438
Nobody can, it's a nonsense writing system

>> No.42553442

>>42553435
The janitor's phone overheats if the thread gets over 1500 posts

>> No.42553443

>>42553438
shrine maiden...

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Migger

>> No.42553447

Why Toi...

>> No.42553451

>>42553440
Twancan...

>> No.42553452
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>>42553442
They didn't even come to here.

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https://ameblo.jp/gsc-mikatan/entry-12767867424.html
Love Noel.
Hate how expensive things have gotten.

>> No.42553456

>>42553453
Just make more money

>> No.42553457

Imagine if PEBOT still didn't find any elytra until KanaKuro come to the End city...

>> No.42553459

>>42553411
Who?

>> No.42553463

I want to fuck the lion...

>> No.42553466

>>42553456
Oh wow, you're right! Why didn't I think of that?

>> No.42553467

shishiron tensai

>> No.42553469

botan...

>> No.42553471

>>42553456
>be leaf
>figure prices just keep rising
>nendos that used to be $30 became $40, and now $60
>figmas that are ugly as shit used to be $40 now go up to $70
>good figures used to cost $80-150 now go for 200 minimum
>yet my wage has barely changed
it's fucking over

>> No.42553472

Botan...

>> No.42553474
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I have been happy every day since I met Mikochi!
https://cover.lnk.to/otomenosusume
https://cover.lnk.to/OurAndYourSong

Miko Minecraft now! https://www.youtube.com/live/jbefFZEwh9U

>> No.42553476

>>42553463
That would be cheating, because I'm marrying the lion

>> No.42553477

Botan...

>> No.42553478

Close call Botan

>> No.42553479

Sasuga Shishiron

>> No.42553480

fuck that's nerve wracking

>> No.42553482

>You guys go ahead, I will be the bait and deal with it
Botan is so cool...

>> No.42553483

Sasushishi!

>> No.42553485

>>42553471
Should've made sure your contract follows the figurine index

>> No.42553484

I would have immediately fallen off if that was me

>> No.42553487
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https://youtu.be/kQjqPIyNCSA
Kaela is insane.. She really has taken the mantle from Moona when it comes to playing Minecraft and doing stuff in it.

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I like shark

>> No.42553489
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gamer Button

>> No.42553490

>2 deaths botan has avoided with quick thinking
sasuga gamer lion

>> No.42553492

Miko bebber....

>> No.42553494

>>42553476
Calm down, Lamy.

>> No.42553495

>>42553487
Is it just me or is her face weirdly wide? Not as bad as Marine, but still

>> No.42553496

Pekor Power Eigo failed her...

>> No.42553497

the swedish cock lover still dekinai

>> No.42553498

I don't ever recall the the black things being that that big of a pain in the ass with their aggro

>> No.42553499

>>42553487
is kalea on adderall? she barely sleeps and seems to be streaming 24/7. she's gonna crash...

>> No.42553500

>>42553487
marine loved subnautica and would cream herself if she saw it

>> No.42553502

Pekora eigo...

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>>42553482

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>>42553459

>> No.42553505

>>42553499
Probably that and just being generally young still.

>> No.42553507

how do they not just learn basic conversational japanese
it's a part of their job

>> No.42553509

PekoMari met Gura-Ina? are they gonna be grouped for the holofes?

>> No.42553510

>>42553498
You probably learned not to look them in the eye early on and that's it.

>> No.42553513

Towa can't speak English, but can speak Korean...

>> No.42553514

>>42553507
But most holos do speak conversational japanese

>> No.42553515

Miko kusa

>> No.42553516
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>>42553453
Hello Art Liar, that's a pretty sweet figurine

>> No.42553517

Towa should get groped for holofes

>> No.42553518

>>42553517
holofes only for groping Towa!?

>> No.42553521

>Botan only know toxic gamer words
I wonder if she ever say the N-word

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>> No.42553524

>>42553509
There's probably gonna be a umisea thing at holofes

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>>42553482
Uhh whoops...
This is an equally cool botan. Just ignore that.

>> No.42553527

faq...

>> No.42553528

Botan cursing sex

>> No.42553529
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>>42553516
Yes, but her swimsuit is riding low.

>> No.42553531

>>42553523
hmm wait a minute...

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

>> No.42553535

imagine sex with gura

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>>42553526
I miss shishilamy dates

>> No.42553538

>>42553482
>>42553526
Lamy...

>> No.42553542

>What your favourite Ghibli movie
Pekora...your topic sucks...

>> No.42553543

So what are Kanata and Chloe going to do now?

>> No.42553544
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>>42553536
They really need to do stuff together more often

>> No.42553545

>>42553542
That's the trick for speaking to gaijin though?

>> No.42553546

Sometimes Pekora's voice gets really girly when talking with Botan and Towa

>> No.42553547

>>42553542
Totoro, and it's not even close

>> No.42553548

>>42553543
Fight Ender Dragon and went to End city.

>> No.42553552

Don't leave towa alone, she's going to towa...

>> No.42553554

>no ship again

>> No.42553555

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.

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>>42553529
The price is justified for such a glorious Noeru buttcrack

>> No.42553556

Still no ship...

>> No.42553560

https://twitter.com/sakamatachloe/status/1621128367193092101
jesas....

>> No.42553562

hmmm botan has 3090 pekora 3080 and towa 3070 (probably PC she won for 7 place or whatever it was)
should've called themselves BoPeT

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>> No.42553564

Lmao that was close Miko

>> No.42553565

>>42553562
Botan's pets...

>> No.42553566

>Every bridge in an End City has a 12.5% chance of spawning an End Ship, meaning that over half of all End Cities in a world will have a connected End Ship
they are going to be here for a while

>> No.42553567
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I wish Miko was still on maternity leave and Mio was on her "break".
Things were calm around here back then.

>> No.42553570

>>42553543
raid PEBOT and take their loot

>> No.42553569

>>42553565
I wish I were one

>> No.42553571

SHUT UP TOWA I can't hear Towa. Voice

>> No.42553573

>>42553570
I don't think that would end well for them

>> No.42553575

>>42553567
>58kg
There's no way she'd look like that with that weight on

>> No.42553578

Pekora's voice is so soft when speaking to Twappers...

>> No.42553579
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>> No.42553580

>>42553566
They should do joint search with KanaKuro if they still stuck here later

>> No.42553582

>>42553578
Like talking to a retarded child

>> No.42553583

>>42553582
no she's in love with the banana

>> No.42553585
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HEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOOO HLG

>> No.42553586

>>42553567
Miko is a virgin lesbian, unlike Towa

>> No.42553593

Twap scream...

>> No.42553594

Towa girly scream

>> No.42553595

towa scared herself...

>> No.42553596

Miko got tricked by 35P again...

>> No.42553598

>>42553585
We don't tolerate your kind here greenshit.

>> No.42553600

Miko you dumbass

>> No.42553602

>>42553411
>>42553504
>>42553487
>>42553488
>>42553585
Not hololive

>> No.42553603
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>>42553575
Her roommate is like 1,40. That's why her legs look so weird and stumpy

>> No.42553605

TOKOYAMI CHAMPION TOWA

>> No.42553606

Twao Champion...

>> No.42553607

>Apex
shut up towa

>> No.42553608

>>42553603
I don't care about the person Towa lives with, she is NOT a fat fuck. That's Bibi.

>> No.42553610

Tochampion...

>> No.42553609

peko's soothe voice...

>> No.42553612

Pekora is being too nice today, didn't call Towa a retard a single time

>> No.42553613

TOKOYAMI C TOWA

>> No.42553616

Towa is getting cocky again

>> No.42553618
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Autograph from tokoyamictowa...

>> No.42553620

This shit is too complicated for Miko...

>> No.42553622

Towa is bullying Peko for being a shitter

>> No.42553621

Tweko...

>> No.42553623

PekoFPS...

>> No.42553624

>>42553603
No she's not, she's 1.63

>> No.42553626

pebot... home...

>> No.42553627

there's no way pebot D&D won't be fucking hilarious
i can't wait for the team kills

>> No.42553628

FPS... King... Usada...

>> No.42553629

this shit here is why I love PEBOT

>> No.42553630

>PEBOT Tarkov
YES PLEASE

>> No.42553631

Towa is bullying Pekora this time...

>> No.42553635

Twap saw the clip...

>> No.42553634

are we being railed?

>> No.42553638
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Cute embarassed Pekora...

>> No.42553637

Pekora got embarrassed...

>> No.42553636

kawaii pekochan...

>> No.42553639

BOT... PE...

>> No.42553641

Embarrassed Pekora...

>> No.42553642

Bullies...

>> No.42553643

>>42553612
You were saying?

>> No.42553644

I was told that Towa had no friends

>> No.42553646

they literally unironically should play apex

>> No.42553647

>>42553643
Twap teased her too much

>> No.42553649
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Akua spotted

>> No.42553650

seichi no towa...

>> No.42553652

Pekora is getting higher pitched by the minute

>> No.42553653

>>42553646
Botan been going sober for 3 years now...

>> No.42553655

>>42553646
Nousagi have a strong dislike for Apex.

>> No.42553657

So Botan get to play Dark and Darker in advance as playtest, so Dark and Darker around next week?

>> No.42553658

Miko is too dumb

>> No.42553659
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>>42553646
That's what Towa was bullying Pekora about... Pekora said she doesn't want to weigh down her friends that she treasures so much...

>> No.42553660

>>42553657
everyone gets to play it, it's an open playtest
starts feb 6th i believe

>> No.42553663

get yourself a friend group like PEBOT

>> No.42553665

Shishiro Button...

>> No.42553667
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https://youtu.be/zcXdHTnwMbY
Based Erfu

>> No.42553668
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Sora Love!

>> No.42553669

>>42553646
Pekotyan doesn't want to be a burden

>> No.42553670
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Shionyo's suicide show on a livestream

>> No.42553671

>>42553659
Felt straight out of a script and made me cringe

>> No.42553674

Pekotan

>> No.42553675

anyone else feeling the burnout from hololive? it's starting to get boring to be honest. i'm planning on taking a break for a week and see what happens

>> No.42553676

>>42553663
Easier said than done, especially since I'm not pe, bo, or T

>> No.42553677

>>42553653
I can understand why she avoids it, her reputation has been so hyped up for so long if she plays it now and is merely fine at it she'll be a laughing stock. I think it's why she seems to just avoid tournaments in general

>> No.42553681

Flare did the Minnie Mouse laugh after meeting Minnie and I can't stop laughing what the fuck is wrong with me

>> No.42553682
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>> No.42553683
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Tsunowaki!

>> No.42553685

>>42553675
watch your favorite(s) only. for me, it's towa.

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Minecraft sure is lively today! Even my beloved sheep Watame, has joined the party!
https://www.youtube.com/live/GkQOGAGdm3E?feature=share

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its nice that Pekora is having fun with people outside of her gen.

>> No.42553689

>Towa waters down her fruit juice so it lasts longer
Towa...you're a millionaire...

>> No.42553691

i just hope rushia is safe and having a good day today

>> No.42553692

Don't worry about it Mikochi.

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too much micra stream at the same time

>> No.42553695

>>42553669
it's casual apex who gives a fuck
if anything they'd be able to teach her a thing or two

>> No.42553697

>>42553694
home...

>> No.42553696

>>42553567
Yeah the thread was the best during Miko long hiatus but >Mio, really?

>> No.42553700

>>42553677
Botan had no problem doing tournament tho, as long as it's not Apex, as evidenced by the Battlefield tournament with Bora/Towa/Cpt where she got disliked bombed every time she killed a niji.

>> No.42553701

>>42553695
Some people are like that.

>> No.42553705

22% orange juice...

>> No.42553706

>>42553653
collab Neneti memory holed...

>> No.42553707

I love PEBOT, they should do more collabs like this where they get to just talk for a while

>> No.42553708

>>42553689
She'll never get rid of her poorfag past. She's only just started to become comfortable to spend money on work things in the last year or so lol.

>> No.42553709

Toowa...

>> No.42553712

>>42553700
This, we already know this based on tne marika tourney

>> No.42553714

>>42553696
>the thread was the best during Miko long
You're clearly delusional. See during Miko's hiatus you got the holocaust, Aloe graduation and EN debut. Literally the worst this thread had ever been.

>> No.42553717

no ship... they're gonna be stuck here forever...

>> No.42553719

>>42553676
fair enough

>> No.42553720

They will never find the ship

>> No.42553725

>>42553717
>>42553720
more pebot for me

>> No.42553726

minecraft champion pekora!

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>>42553708
If she had money to but a pack of smokes everyday then she wasn't poor.

>> No.42553728

>Minecraft champion
That sounds lame Pekora...

>> No.42553730

>>42553677
Anon, that's stuff from 2 years ago, she did nothing to hype herself up as a strong FPS player for almost the entire time. There's the newtype thing in gunevo but that's it, and she played it on stream too so people had every chance to gauge her skill.
She just doesn't like apex and especially the community.

>> No.42553731

>>42553728
be nice

>> No.42553732

worst threads

3. coco's spanish streams
2. startend apex spam
1. towa

>> No.42553734

>>42553714
And constant Birdkun posting.

>> No.42553735

>>42553707
Yeah there's a few groups in holo I wish would do monthly podcasts just talking about stuff together.

>> No.42553737
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>>42553726
>>42553728
baby game champion...

>> No.42553739

Miko is a true maiden

>> No.42553740

>>42553730
Yeah the "Botan FPS GOD" thing is something fans created on their own, all she said is that she likes them and that she got master in APEX before debut

>> No.42553741

>>42553730
Botan remembers when FPS were about shooting and not showing off your cool neon gun while trying to fuck your teammates

>> No.42553743

Peko's silk touch...

>> No.42553748

>>42553735
I frequently rewatch clips of when Subaru Korone and Botan were preparing for the sports festival, they were a hilarious combination.

>> No.42553751

Sasuga Miko!

>> No.42553752

>>42553740
which is a shame because all the shitposting it lead to every time she played some fps
thank god most of that has died off by now

>> No.42553753

Twiro...

>> No.42553754

Towa sounds like a monke sometimes

>> No.42553755

towa monkey noises...
pekora thought it was cute

>> No.42553756

Botan is all bark no bite

>> No.42553759

>>42553755
Pekora loves monkey
https://files.catbox.moe/clypy5.mp4

>> No.42553760

>Botan spamming sword attacks all stream instead of attacking on cd
Boomer lion...

>> No.42553762

>>42553649
Akwa my akwa...

>> No.42553763

>>42553395
>peko: brain
>botan: muscle
>towa: honey trap
your school bully

>> No.42553764

>>42553763
Twap...
Twap banana...

>> No.42553766

>>42553759
AkuPeko love!

>> No.42553769
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>>42553760
back in the good days when you could just spam the bow to fire

>> No.42553771
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>> No.42553772

New MC
>Built the same shit
>Kills the same black dragon
Wow boring

>> No.42553774

I wonder if Korone is watching Flare

>> No.42553780

Miko...

>> No.42553781
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42553781

Suisei is going to learn that sex on the beach is more than a cocktail.

>> No.42553785

>>42553769
Nobody asked, but in the early beta of cube world that was still good, I had an autohotkey macro set up making the crossbow into a machinegun by spamming fire super fast, allowing me to kill bosses way above my level, fun times.

>> No.42553792

Towa is such a stupid dumb idiot, why do they even like her, ugh

>> No.42553793

>>42553771
Miko is fat.

>> No.42553796
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>>42553748
it's not surprising how good all of them are at socializing

>> No.42553797

>>42553792
That's why people like her

>> No.42553799

>>42553763
Botan is both the brain and muscle. Pekora is the nerd.

>> No.42553801

iroha ruined koyos stream

>> No.42553804

>>42553796
I thought Korone was a inkya that gets bullied by gigastacies like Lamy and Marine

>> No.42553805

Miko is a dumb bebbi

>> No.42553806
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>>42553799

>> No.42553808
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>everyone doing collabs in MC
>Watame is shoveling sand
Why is she like this?

>> No.42553807

>>42553799
school nerd Peko...

>> No.42553812

konnitiwa...

>> No.42553813

>kanata and chloe are coming in 12 minutes
>pebot hasn't finished their excursion at all
team up time

>> No.42553814
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>> No.42553815

>>42553808
Sand moving is all she needs

>> No.42553817
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>>42553426
35slips seething hard tonight

>> No.42553818

Iofi has been so lively past few weeks.
I bet Iofi's #1 fan here is really happy too.

>> No.42553819

>>42553814
AI be shit yo

>> No.42553820
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>>42553799
>>42553806
teasing Pekora over her big rim glasses...

>> No.42553822

Go away indo

>> No.42553823

>>42553814
Flare would never wear this...

>> No.42553825

>>42553814
I will cum on Flare's abs

>> No.42553826

I think Sora’s prank is actually cursed

>> No.42553827

IYAIYAIYAIYA

>> No.42553828

https://files.catbox.moe/9p7vba.webm

>> No.42553829

Botan made some cute noises right now.

>> No.42553831

whoa these black creatures sure are angry

>> No.42553832

>>42553822
She's streaming with Sora.

>> No.42553834

>>42553822
Watch streams retard?

>> No.42553836
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>> No.42553837

twap my ears...

>> No.42553840

Botan please.....

>> No.42553839

Loud, dumb, Towa...

>> No.42553841 [DELETED] 

>>42553834
Stinky indochinky

>> No.42553842

Towa just sneezed directly into my mouth

>> No.42553845

Twapsneeze...

>> No.42553846

Towasamasneeze

>> No.42553848

Towa just sneezed directly into my mouth again

>> No.42553847

Towasamasneeze...

>> No.42553849
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42553849

towa is screaming like a girly girl again
Towa just sneezed directly down my throat

>> No.42553850

Towa just sneezed into my mouth directly

>> No.42553852

towasamasneeze...

>> No.42553853
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>> No.42553854

Enderman handshake event...
Imagine coming to a PEBOT event where they murder you with swords...

>> No.42553856

towa spreading the t-virus

>> No.42553858 [DELETED] 
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REMINDER TO ALL SIDEBRANCH NIGGERS
gura is a prostitute
https://streamable.com/k7o5na
moona married her ex rendy
https://twitter.com/SalmonBerdebu/status/1619365171499257857
https://streamable.com/haeycn
Kiara got fingered raped by random people on street and enjoyed it
https://files.catbox.moe/bsbfrv.mp4
fauna is Eddy's cumrug
https://files.catbox.moe/6wfjl2.mp4
https://files.catbox.moe/ivsz4e.mp4
https://files.catbox.moe/h85fk6.mp4

>> No.42553859

Towa just sneezed directly into my mouth

>> No.42553862

>>42553646
die apexshart

>> No.42553864

Pekora is going to revive the ender dragon now for Sakamata and co.

>> No.42553868

>>42553603
Ngl, I'd fuck this boy.

>> No.42553869

>>42553804
have you seen how autistic those two are?

>> No.42553871

Seeing Watame dig sand fills me with joy

>> No.42553872

Looks like they'll just have to party up with kanakuro

>> No.42553877

>>42553858
BASED

>> No.42553878

>>42553858
Chicken doesn't really look like she enjoyed anything there...

>> No.42553881

>>42553872
Pekora will just get quiet and shy...

>> No.42553882

>>42553858
basadísimo

>> No.42553884

>>42553872
boo I wanted Sakamata to keep on turning Kanata into her pet

>> No.42553886

>>42553872
Oh please god no...

>> No.42553887

>>42553858
kiarakeks???

>> No.42553889

Who's stronger Rendy or Eddy?

>> No.42553894

>>42553872
5 sounds like too much. It'll get very awkward so I don't think so.

>> No.42553898

>>42553817
No one is seething dumbsagi

>> No.42553904

https://twitter.com/Hecatiaz/status/1621111114380738561
poggers

>> No.42553908

>>42553904
wat

>> No.42553909
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42553909

rate her specs

>> No.42553910

Yonkisei healing...

>> No.42553915

>Towa, Watame, and Kanata in the server
>not in a collab with each other
Sad...

>> No.42553916

>>42553889
Jun

>> No.42553918

>>42553909
how new are you?

>> No.42553920
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>>42553858
That's genuinely fucking horrible. Whoever edited that Kiara clip is a psychopath.

>> No.42553923

>>42553869
Anon wouldn't lie to me!

>> No.42553924

>>42553909
>not 4090
It's okay

>> No.42553925

>>42553858
Do you have something new or it's just old stuff?

>> No.42553927
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42553927

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mUsG-gqbNww
STARTING

>> No.42553928

Towa took out a welfare check

>> No.42553929

>>42553908
Beleib it.

>> No.42553931

>>42553858
COCONUT MONEY FOR RENDY

>> No.42553930

>>42553915
Sand

>> No.42553932

>>42553881
I remember ice track building, the narratives were funny.

>> No.42553933

towa your stuff is going to break...

>> No.42553934

35P bullying Miko again...

>> No.42553935 [DELETED] 

>>42553927
ugh

>> No.42553936

https://youtu.be/xBMp603PKVI
KanaKuro's elytra hunt continues in here!!

>> No.42553938

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6xDIeJW7ZNI
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mUsG-gqbNww
Time for Endra fight 2.0

>> No.42553940

>>42553858
Based
Sidebranch fans are morons

>> No.42553941

>>42553904
What the fuck is she trying to do now

>> No.42553942

>>42553915
anonchama...

>> No.42553944

Koone doko

>> No.42553946

>>42553909
She is changing her PC every year ?
Also why the resolution is so low ?

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>> No.42553948

>>42553946
Windowed

>> No.42553949

>>42553435
Retarded powertripping ENnigger mod decided to fuck this board over one last time before fucking off to the hellhole known as /vt/

>> No.42553950
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42553950

The dog is live

>> No.42553952

>>42553920
I agree with you. She looked genuinely scared there. If you enjoy watching her suffering, you should go see a doctor ASAP.

>> No.42553958

>>42553858
Nice copy/paste, go back /vt/shart

>> No.42553960

LAMY IS TOO CUTE I'M GONNA MURDER AN ISRAELI

>> No.42553961
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Wow, that was a very feminine chuckle by Botan

>> No.42553962
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42553962

Sakamatadeesu~

>> No.42553963

Sugoi Twap...

>> No.42553964
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>> No.42553967

>>42553858
Wait, is that pic staged, right? That can't possibly be real.

>> No.42553969

Towasamadumb...

>> No.42553970

konkana..

>> No.42553972

>Towa walked around in a massive circle
She's so dumb...

>> No.42553971

Miko nooo

>> No.42553973
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42553973

this killer whale is kinda cute

>> No.42553974
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>> No.42553975
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42553975

KONKANAKURO

>> No.42553976

>>42553967
Well it's definitely not a candid shot

>> No.42553978

Towa just went for a loop...

>> No.42553977

>>42553923
*plays Toho*
*goes on an autistic rant about Lamy alter after talking about Jojo for 15 minutes*

>> No.42553979

>>42553975
Koncancer!

>> No.42553980

So is Usaken now just PeBoT?

>> No.42553981

>>42553858
This is it. This is the post I've been waiting for.

>> No.42553982

>>42553964
Rendy's POV

>> No.42553984

>>42553961
Shishiron is a woman too you know

>> No.42553985
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>>42553471
have you considered not filling your stinky mancave with useless plasticshit or alternatively flying to japan before buying said useless plasticshit cheaper

>> No.42553986
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42553986

>>36431596
>>37009276
Wake up anon!

>> No.42553987

>>42553980
Moona might be usaken still.

>> No.42553988

>>42553980
1 graduated, 1 terminated, 1 kanataso, 2 leeches

>> No.42553989

>>42553936
Kanatamate...

>> No.42553990

if sakamata didn't get sick they would've beaten the ender dragon first...

>> No.42553992
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>> No.42553993

>>42553964
Mooner love

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>>42553984
A very cute one at that

>> No.42553996

>>42553984
Not buying it.

>> No.42553997

Good stream layout Korosan

>> No.42553998

kanata is trying to reclaim her dignity over sakamata

>> No.42553999

>>42553858
Tells you a lot about Kiara that she chose to record herself crying after such harassment.

>> No.42554000

>>42553992
My POV

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No pant Miochi

>> No.42554004

>>42553946
>Also why the resolution is so low ?
It's kinda shocking to me the amount of people who don't realise there's no point in setting the resolution any higher than what they're streaming at, especially in fucking Minecraft. Goddamn /v/ number autists...

>> No.42554007

>>42553976
So what do Moonafics think about this? Are they happy their oshi is a married woman now? Also, is polygamy a thing between the muslim population of Indonesia?

>> No.42554010

>>42553985
>have you considered not filling your stinky mancave with useless plasticshit
no
>or alternatively flying to japan before buying said useless plasticshit cheaper
yes akihabara is overpriced worse than online preordering. nakano broadway had mostly just old stuff and boxless things but it was cheaper. nipponbashi I didn't stay long enough but it looked like it could have good value. got an ika musume figure for $30 there in a animate parking sale.

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>>42553984
Botan is a dad

>> No.42554013

Miko ecchi!

>> No.42554015

>>42553992
BUSHHHH

>> No.42554016

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s0G8u1el42g

RAPE!
RAPE RAPE RAPE

>> No.42554017

>>42553858
If you think that Kiara clip is funny you need to stop going online before the damage done to your brain is permanent.

>> No.42554018

eat the うんち

>> No.42554019

>>42553988
Rushia's induction was so fucking good...

>> No.42554020

>>42553992
ペロペロペロペロ

>> No.42554021

Bashful Towa...

>> No.42554022

Towa has been breaking blocks for like 5 minutes with her bare hands and just not noticed the blocks don't drop unless you use a pickaxe...

>> No.42554023

>>42553990
Not her fault. PEBOT want to go after KanaKuro but Kanata insist them to go first and beat the dragon so they can just went to search for elytra without having to fight, so it Kanata's fault.

Though Pekora set item box containing item for ender dragon revival in front of the portal.

>> No.42554024

Ui raping time.

>> No.42554025

Wtf Ui is real?

>> No.42554026

Miko is talking about Mio's bush again, must be very traumatizing for her

>> No.42554027

>>42554016
SEXOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

>> No.42554030

>>42554019
she got that Pekora special service and she wasted it

>> No.42554032

my poor amanekanatach..

>> No.42554033

>what's nandesuka

>> No.42554034

>>42553995
agreed
>>42553996
your loss

>> No.42554035

>>42554007
Who knows, there are none here

>> No.42554036

maigotaso

>> No.42554037
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>> No.42554038

Ui mocopi is sexy

>> No.42554039

>>42553858
MARRIED WOMEN LOVE

>> No.42554040

towa-sama r u ok...

>> No.42554041

>>42553858
hate to be the one who say this but mumei is fauna's gf...

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>>42554012

>> No.42554043
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>
What do?

>> No.42554044

twap...

>> No.42554045

>>42554017
It's not funny, it's hot.

>> No.42554046

Miko got dressed by Mio after taking a bath. Miko you bebi

>> No.42554047

PEBOT....

>> No.42554048

>mocopi Ui mama
Yes.

>> No.42554049

Pekora!??

>> No.42554050

Timeleaping Pekora is completely lost

>> No.42554051

kanata is sending sc to sakamata

>> No.42554054
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42554054

Is Ui-mama also using the Mocopi for this 3D stream?

>> No.42554056

is this comedy?

>> No.42554058

>>42554017
I'm laughing roru rumao rumao

>> No.42554063

>hololive
>everyone is live
wtf!

>> No.42554066

Korone is so enthusiastic about DQ music

>> No.42554067

don't insult the poor kanata

>> No.42554069

upe...

>> No.42554070

What is Korone playing this on? I Hope she won't have Nintendo-san breathing down her neck

>> No.42554071

>>42553858
Based except for Kiara, that's fucked up. You should include Mumei, Ame and Mori being confirmed slurs too.

>> No.42554072

>>42554046
Who undressed her?

>> No.42554076

watch maikura for 5 hours
there's still another 5 hours to watch in archive
my work...

>> No.42554080

>>42554076
I wish I got paid for watching maikura too...

>> No.42554081

>>42554072
me

>> No.42554082

>>42553858
>Japan is saf-ACK
Based nippon schizo

>> No.42554083

>>42554076
This is your job now.

>> No.42554084

>>42554070
Based on the description SE sent her a 3DS like with Pekora and Noel.

>> No.42554085
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>tfw you want to watch another holo who is not your oshi play a really interesting game
>but your oshi is on

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Moona's husband https://twitter.com/RendyRamadana/status/373833636631429120

>> No.42554090

So is Kanata officially no longer an Usaken member?

>> No.42554091

>>42554086
Astel but brown KEK

>> No.42554093

>>42554085
>a really interesting game
such as

>> No.42554094

>>42554090
She quit all the companies a year or so ago

>> No.42554098

>>42554086
Looks like me in middle school but brown instead of yellow

>> No.42554100

>>42554086
Nabila is not that rare of a name, anon

>> No.42554099

>doesn't watch them in the eyes
>still get aggro'd
what an annoying mob

>> No.42554101

bully...

>> No.42554102

>>42554093
minecraft

>> No.42554103

Towa just give birth to enderman...

>> No.42554104

KANATA YOU BASTARD

>> No.42554108
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Towamama...

>> No.42554109

>towa over 2h on not apex
she's overworking!! I'll take it but she's definitely taking a break the rest of the week...

>> No.42554112

>>42554100
What is that cope

>> No.42554114

CHLOE THERE A FUCKING BED RIGHT NEXT TO THE GODDAMN HOLE

>> No.42554115

>>42554109
PeBoT is a black company.

>> No.42554116

>>42554100
t.Nabila

>> No.42554117

Is it just me or Pekora's stream is lagging?

>> No.42554119

>>42554086
>Skater
I really don't get some things women look out for but in the end, good for them, hope they are happy and things go well.
I liked Moona a lot but this definitely gives weird light to her I didn't have to think before. I feel like.. I'll still listen to her karaokes because, in the end Moona's singing is just really fucking amazing to listen to, nothing else should matter with that, but when it comes to other content, I do feel like less inclined to tune in now.
I wonder how AZKi fans feel, the married women love meme really is interesting, I think consuming AZKi has always been easy for everyone since singing is her main content too. Everyone loves singing, doesn't matter if they're married or not.

>> No.42554120
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>>42554109
Wrong

>> No.42554121

>>42554109
*breaks Towa*
*cackles*

>> No.42554124

>>42553992
sniff

>> No.42554125
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>>42554086
he sucks these?

>> No.42554127

Twabune...

>> No.42554128

ENDERMAN YOU FUCKING BASTARD

>> No.42554129

>>42554120
>surprise twitter post about how she's tired and taking the day off
あざす ! ! !

>> No.42554131

>>42554082
What is this -ACK meme?

>> No.42554132

The biggest mistake Cover made was not producing merch for the construction companies at their peak.
For some reason fictional brands is just peak merch, not to mention powerlevel suppressing.

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How do Watamates stay sane while listening to this maddening BGM for 10 hours straight?

>> No.42554135

>>42554007
Moona 'got married' 3 times per year.

>> No.42554138

>>42554134
sane?

>> No.42554139

>>42554086
looks like me but a bit taller

>> No.42554141

Just realized not only Botan spams sword attacks, I don't see anyone in PEBOT use shields...
2010... Home...

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>>42554139

>> No.42554144

>open Korostream
>it's a good game
>Korone is having fun
>keep stream open

>> No.42554149

What kind of slave mine are they making?

>> No.42554148

>>42554076
WFH banzai

>> No.42554150

that's karma kanataso

>> No.42554153

>>42554134
>Watamares
Nevermind them, how do the Holos stay sane? It blows my mind when three hours into a stream they start humming along to it

>> No.42554154

>>42554086
he looks peruvian/bolivian

>> No.42554155

Pekora panics way too much when she gets hit by levitate in the open. Just stick down a water landing pad dummy.

>> No.42554156

>>42554141
Pekora is a shield user...

>> No.42554157

>>42554135
Whore

>> No.42554158

>>42554135
They got engaged since 2021 (hence Moona's pic with the wedding ring) but the wedding is just this year

>> No.42554159

>>42554131
In data networking, telecommunications, and computer buses, an acknowledgment (ACK) is a signal that is passed between communicating processes, computers, or devices to signify acknowledgment, or receipt of message, as part of a communications protocol.

>> No.42554160

stylish arrow by kanata?

>> No.42554161

Pekora lost...

>> No.42554165

>>42554086
It's not fair. I'm 190cm white male that lifts, where is my vtuber wife?

>> No.42554168
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>>42554159
Na ho ne

>> No.42554171

>>42554156
Made me check, why are you lying?

>> No.42554172

kanata farmed for nothing...

>> No.42554173

>>42554143
dont be jealous flip

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>> No.42554176

>>42554086
>2013
10 years

>> No.42554177

>>42554171
She's just hiding her special skill...

>> No.42554178

>>42554158
That's the newest rrat?

>> No.42554179

>>42554165
*posts ENwhore*

>> No.42554180

>>42554131
some shit wojak spammers on /v/ like to say, he can't post them here of course

>> No.42554181

>>42554117
Just me?

>> No.42554185

>>42554178
Not even a rrat when we already have the pic of their wedding

>> No.42554188

>>42554175
I will have sex with this married woman.

>> No.42554190

>kanata and chloe enter the end
>dragonless
kek'd

>> No.42554191

>>42554185
Sure

>> No.42554192

Botan is babysitting Twip all stream...
She just keeps saving her from endermen while aggroing some herself sometimes too.

>> No.42554196

>>42554168
it is actually part of SYN, SYN/ACK, ACK handshake

>> No.42554197

I thought you guys said pebot's gonna revive the dragon?

>> No.42554198

go easy on rendry bros

>> No.42554199

no matter how much towa hisses she will never be a cat

>> No.42554201

>>42554171
She normally has one, unequipped it an hour and a half ago.

>> No.42554202

>>42554181
Pekora's steam always has a few big buffering moments, her garbage internet and all. Best way to tell if it's just you or everyone is just look at chat about 5-10 seconds after it starts and everyone will spam the buffer icon.

>> No.42554204

Ganbare Mikochi!

>> No.42554203

missed both Lamy stream
FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCKK
was she cute???

>> No.42554205

>>42554197
They forgot Kanata exists.

>> No.42554206

>>42554197
They left items for them to revive it

>> No.42554208

Towaboat...

>> No.42554209
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Unchi da!

>> No.42554210

come on kanata it's time to show off to your kouhai

>> No.42554211

>>42554181
Occasionally for me but not too bad. Not as annoying as those shulkers

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>>42554197
Pekora put the stuff to revive the dragon in a chest outside the end portal for Kanata

>> No.42554216

Pebo taking Towa's elytra virginity...

>> No.42554220

Miko bebber...

>> No.42554222

>>42554192
she is just keeping her little sister safe
nothing wrong with that

>> No.42554224
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Sora’s being overly honest over her introvert personality again…

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>>42554216
>Towa
>virgin at anything

>> No.42554227

>>42554203
Lamy is always cute

>> No.42554231

Don't reply to me idiot.

>> No.42554233

>>42554086
SEAchad I kneel

>> No.42554234

Flare did it!

>> No.42554236

Twa is cheating...

>> No.42554239

SAKAMATA REVIVES THE ENDER DRAGON

>> No.42554240

naruto isn't even that good

>> No.42554241

>>42554225
AI

>> No.42554242

>>42554176
lol

>> No.42554243

>>42554222
She's supposed to laugh at Towa's failures, not protect and support her...

>> No.42554244

jesus that is a lot of shulkers

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>>42554227
true.. sorry

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>>42554243
she can do both

>> No.42554254

kanataso you're supposed to make sakamata fight the dragon...

>> No.42554255

Migo's coughing...

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>>42554125

>> No.42554260

Miko...

>> No.42554264

Towa almost teleported to her death...

>> No.42554266

>>42554202
nah for me i only noticed it recently like the last few streams have consistently been lagging.
this wasnt a thing. wonder if youtube is fucking her up

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>>42554176

>> No.42554270

Pek...

>> No.42554271

herataso aim...

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>>42554231

>> No.42554274

what was that granny voice from pekora

>> No.42554275

pektard almost died...

>> No.42554277

CHLOE STOP FIGHTING THE STUPID ENDERMAN

>> No.42554278

Pekora and Towa are both mama's now...

>> No.42554280

What does Towasama mean in English?

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>>42554175
can't believe all it took for azukichi to start taking streaming seriously was a kusoge that tickled her autism the right way

>> No.42554282

>>42554280
Eternal dorkness...

>> No.42554284

I FUCKING LOVE MINECRAFT

>> No.42554285

Towa just sneezed directly into my mouth

>> No.42554286

BressTwi...

>> No.42554287

Towa just sneezed directly into my mouth

>> No.42554288

Peko sneeze

>> No.42554289

Towa keeps sneezing down my throat

>> No.42554290

Towa just sneezed directly into my mouth again and again

>> No.42554292

Towasamasneeze...

>> No.42554293

>>42554274
I think her heart stopped

>> No.42554295

towasamasneeze...

>> No.42554294

Towa just sneezed directly into my mouth

>> No.42554296

Towa just sneezed on my mouth without permission...

>> No.42554297

>JP MARRIED WOMAN GOOD
>ID MARRIED WOMAN BAD

>> No.42554299

>>42554281
Rust...

>> No.42554300

>>42554244
holy shit

>> No.42554305

>>42554202
Yeah
Internet is the reason she considers Marine invitation to live in the same building as her and Noel
Because connection is hit-and-miss, so it's troublesome to find a place with a reliable internet for her streaming activity

>> No.42554306

>>42554297
Correct

>> No.42554308

kanata ruined the moment by sniping sakamata's target

>> No.42554310

>JP GOOD
>SIDESHART BAD
It only took you a few years to catch on, congrats

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>>42554286

>> No.42554314

Why does Koyori have a condom with 2 hearts logo on the side of her lab?

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>>42554311

>> No.42554318

You're a pro at zenloss Miko...

>> No.42554319

>>42554316
This is based on real events

>> No.42554320

>>42554311
Too big...!!!

>> No.42554322

>>42554086
>this sissy can get a big booba gf but I can't despise me being me being more manly than him
Wtf, why?

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>> No.42554324

SAKMATA PRO GAMER MOVE

>> No.42554325

Kanata isn't doing a very good job at being a cool senpai

>> No.42554326

nice save sakamata.

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Smartest holo!

>> No.42554330
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>>42554310
based and true

>> No.42554331

>>42554328
Towa is smarter...!

>> No.42554332

>>42554297
we only accept marriages blessed by Izanami and Izanagi here

>> No.42554333

Botan is such a cool sensei to Towa

>> No.42554338

>>42554325
Botan does a great job being the cool senpai in today's collab.

>> No.42554340

Watame chose to wear glasses today to make me happy and me alone.

>> No.42554342

ONE HP

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>>42554316
Having an intense yab between Twappie's big twaps untill my legs give out...

>> No.42554348

>>42554086
>All the money given to Moona is going right into this guy's pockets
Lmaoing at your life moonafags.

>> No.42554349

>>42554310
Maybe they will finally understand

>> No.42554352

kanata wants sakamata to zenlossalready

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>Mommy GOOD

>> No.42554356

Shiikuin...

>> No.42554358

>>42554322
Become a Muslim

>> No.42554359

towa is so happy... twasamacute...

>> No.42554360

>>42554297
You are finally getting it

>> No.42554363

Does he not know no one likes EN here ??

>> No.42554365

PEBOT did it!

>> No.42554366

God you can really hear Pekoras heartrate spike like crazy when she gets hit by levitate in the open, she freaks out so much.

>> No.42554368

jewtowa...

>> No.42554367

PEBOT finally did it!

>> No.42554371

>>42554340
Fuck you friend

>> No.42554373

Twa's wings...

>> No.42554374

Botan calling Pekora without honorifics..
PEBOT DID IT! TOWASAMAELYTRA

>> No.42554375

TOWA ELYTRA

>> No.42554376

They sound like they're gonna shoot Towa later...

>> No.42554378

Towa is a cockroach now

>> No.42554379

SAKAMATA DID IT

>> No.42554380

ALLAHU AKBAR

>> No.42554381

Wings of Towa...
And a fitting sound!

>> No.42554382

My poor sheep...

>> No.42554383

Pebotsamawin!

>> No.42554384

TOWASAMAWIN!!!

>> No.42554385

Towa gets wings
>crackling sound
lol

>> No.42554386

hitsuji...

>> No.42554387

Come on Miko!

>> No.42554389

Towings...

>> No.42554391
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Watame...

>> No.42554390

Watame got scared by the sound Endora produces when it dies

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>> No.42554396

>>42554322
That photo is many years old he's a gigachad SEAbro now

>> No.42554397

>loveless marriage forced on her by society
>forced to put personal dreams on a backburner to have socially acceptable job
>reduces stress with karaoke nights
Azki Love!

>> No.42554400

>>42554385
perfect timing

>> No.42554401

>Towa get elytra
>Sakamata kills ender dragon with bed just in time
KINO

>> No.42554403

towkan twy

>> No.42554404

why is there so many shulkers

>> No.42554405

bros JP7 this month?

>> No.42554406

>>42554405
I'm tired of new holos.

>> No.42554407

>>42554405
3.3

>> No.42554410

>>42554374
What did she call her?

>> No.42554412

P5 Royal subaru playthrough when

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fuck

>> No.42554415

>>42554405
Fuck off, we are full.

>> No.42554416

PEBOT group suicide...

>> No.42554418

kanata thinks that sakamata is presenting her ass to her

>> No.42554419
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42554419

pebot love

>> No.42554420

Look at them go

>> No.42554421

PEBOT suicide pact...

>> No.42554423

Pebot...

>> No.42554425

68 levels...

>> No.42554426

PEBOT is a cult
>>42554410
She just said Pekora normally I think it just slipped their minds

>> No.42554430

>>42554405
JP7 end of the month, to commemorate Rushia's firing

>> No.42554431

>>42554414
The Mori of Japan. Face reveal when?

>> No.42554432

>perform suicide
>Towa: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

>> No.42554433

>>42554425
looks like Botan was right once again

>> No.42554437

Just like Suicide Club...

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>>42554431
Her face is right there, what do you mean?

>> No.42554444
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42554444

>Me: I think "random Holo" is cute
>Random Anon: Yeah? Well, she's has had 6 boyfriends, sex 20 times a week, a mountain of mental health issues, and her dad never loved her.
That's what this thread is like, too much info. Let people enjoy things.

>> No.42554446

Twi...

>> No.42554447

Twi... died on the way home...

>> No.42554448

Bo...
To...

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>>42554419
LOVE!

>> No.42554450

Twa...

>> No.42554451

I see they don't know about the shift button

>> No.42554453

Toa...

>> No.42554454

It's all going wrong

>> No.42554455

Are they just going to lose all that stuff now? Jesas

>> No.42554456

Pe...
Bo...
To...

>> No.42554457

Jesas Miko

>> No.42554458

Pekoretard...

>> No.42554460

Zen... Loss...?

>> No.42554461

fuck off

>> No.42554462

>>42554449
Fat heads

>> No.42554463

>>42554444
I enjoy your mom

>> No.42554465

Towa's dumbness is starting to rub off on Pekora & Botan

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>>42554444
People deserve to know the truth, this place is one of the very few on the internet left where you can freely tell people the truth. If you want a forced positivity hugbox, there's a million websites to cater to you for every possible hobby imaginable.

>> No.42554468

Playing Minecraft with your friends seem fun....

>> No.42554472

What happened? Did Peko use the new swim system to make it while the other two just kept spacing to death?

>> No.42554473

holosaba is better

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>>42554444
quads of truth

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>>42554444
Marine is a pure virgin

>> No.42554484

>>42554444
Only sideshitters get that treatment so it's okay

>> No.42554485

Reminder that despite being on break for more than 2 months, Laplus got more views today than Sora, Aki, Haachama, Choco, Flare, Nene, Ina, Kronii, Mumei, Risu, Moona, Iofi, Ollie and Anya

>> No.42554486

>>42553603
the ladyboy prostitute that lurks around the park near my house at night look exactly like her maybe i should.....

>> No.42554487

Torauma...

>> No.42554489

>>42554444
We love marine and her clique here

>> No.42554492

>>42554444
Don't use Marine to shitpost, you buffoon

>> No.42554493

>>42554478
Yeah but she behaves like a slut.
And I wanna fuck her so badly because of that.

>> No.42554494

>>42554405
JP7 after Laplus' graduation.

>> No.42554496

>>42554405
i'm not sure if i would prefer gen 7 or a minigen like gamers 2 or a holoband.

>> No.42554497

>>42554489
>marine and her clique
So everyone?

>> No.42554501

I know Sakamata swapped their helmets but didn't she have diamond boots?

>> No.42554502

unchi agenai

>> No.42554503

>>42554485
Reminder that you should go back

>> No.42554506

UNCHI WWWW

>> No.42554507

>>42554492
This
>>42554444
Use me to shitpost faggot.

>> No.42554510

>>42554472
yes

>> No.42554515

>>42554444
Why are you falseflagging now greenshit?

>> No.42554517

sakamatard....

>> No.42554518

Sakamata...

>> No.42554520

Miko is so precious

>> No.42554521

PEKORA IS WAR-LIKE

>> No.42554523

kanata wink!

>> No.42554524

Botan forgot how to play....

>> No.42554525
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>> No.42554526
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42554526

They fear the Peko and rightly so

>> No.42554527

>>42554524
Dementia lion...

>> No.42554529

Kanata is so shit at making ladder that PEBOT has to fix it...

>> No.42554530

sakamatard is so cute

>> No.42554531

>>42554525
*sniff*

>> No.42554535

sakamata got passed around like a sandbag

>> No.42554536

they are struggling more to dig upwards than the whole end journey....

>> No.42554538

Pekora is a bully

>> No.42554539

>>42554467
>there's a million websites to cater to you for every possible hobby imaginable.
Actually there isn't. This is the internet in 2023, you go anywhere, and I mean anywhere you'll run into someone out to ruin your fun. Reddit, Twitter, Facebook, whatever, you say you like someone, there's a person in the comments telling you you're wrong and they're a horrible person. You say you like food, there's someone there to tell you how unhealthy it is.
>"I like pizza with a glass of coke."
>"Did you know the ultra processed cheese will cause cancer, that's if the sugar in the coke doesn't give you diabetes first and kills you."
It's like that everywhere, 4chan isn't special.

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naked towas eternal battle against a cave

>> No.42554545

>>42554529
ladders are for noobs
kanata just needs a bucket of water to climb

>> No.42554547

>>42554542
Towa doesn't own underwear

>> No.42554551

This is a pretty elaborate side quest they've embarked on just because Kanata sucks at ladders & BoT sucks at swimming.

>> No.42554553

>>42554527
decides to dig upwards
stops and just starts digging in a circle before pekora starts throwing stuff at her to build ladders

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42554555

>>42554538

>> No.42554559

Twao getting stuck while spelunking...

>> No.42554562

Watame is now fishing...

>> No.42554561 [DELETED] 
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>> No.42554564
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>>42554539
I'm not a faggot so I don't browse any other websites where you interact with other people but boo fucking hoo nigga. 4chinz should not change because your hugboxes got less hugbox-y

>> No.42554566

don't make fun of mio's iconic look kanataso

>> No.42554568

girlish pekora...

>> No.42554569

>>42554414
HAHAHAHAHAH SUIKEKS?????????

>> No.42554571

>>42554444
Schizoshart just hate Hololive

>> No.42554572

>>42554564
Lui sucks

>> No.42554574

guess no one replied to your bait that you gotta reply to yourself, eh?

>> No.42554575

>>42554569
Yeah, she made it into the big leagues

>> No.42554576

>>42554568
very cute bunny squeak

>> No.42554577

Towa stole all Sakamata equipment...

>> No.42554580

>>42554564
I'm not saying it should, I'm just saying it's not the special place everyone thinks it is because you don't go "outside." The internet is a terrible place filled with terrible people.

>> No.42554583

>>42554574
I just saw that and had to reply just for fun

>> No.42554584
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>>42554569
OH NO

>> No.42554585

>annoying as fuck pigeon viewers spam Towa's chat telling her to give Chloe's stuff back
>Towa asked Chloe about it
>She says to just keep it
Fucking annoying listeners

>> No.42554586

>>42554580
go back

>> No.42554587

PEBOT brain rot...

>> No.42554589

>schizoshart
oh yeah, it's past
11pm jst
subhuman time

>> No.42554593

kanata and sakamata were inside each other

>> No.42554596

>>42554444
No one deserves to be taken advantage of unless you're willingly to

>> No.42554602

>>42554584
There definitely aren't inherent implications in this picture...

>> No.42554605

pebot getting sloppy at the end..
old cat ladies denied of their sleep...

>> No.42554606
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>> No.42554610

>its ok when suisei does it

>> No.42554613

What are Iofi and Sora doing?

>> No.42554614

pebot is over. I'm going to bed.

>> No.42554615

>>42554605
>Towa
>Old cat lady
Towa is mentally 7.

>> No.42554620

>>42554614
night, fag

>> No.42554621

Botan...

>> No.42554622

Towa...

>> No.42554623

Twap...

>> No.42554624

Pekora and Towa will now fight for Botan's love (food)
Towa...

>> No.42554626

>>42554610
context matters

>> No.42554627

WTF BOTAN

>> No.42554629

kanata's finger won't give out

>> No.42554633

>>42554620
ty anonchama

>> No.42554636

More PEBOT on the 6th

>> No.42554637

No Towapi, Pekora, Botan, don't go...

>> No.42554638

towari...

>> No.42554639

4 hours just to built this thing. What the hell Miko

>> No.42554640

おつぺぼっと〜

>> No.42554641

>>42554639
it's a big thing

>> No.42554642
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otsukare pebot
time to start watching everyone else's maikura archives that went on during the same time...

>> No.42554643

More PEBOT on the 6th, presumably Dark and Darker since that's when the playtest starts.

>> No.42554646

https://youtu.be/H_mUSggCzTM

>> No.42554645
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おつぺこ

>> No.42554647
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PEBOTowari...

>> No.42554650

I got redirected to Watame
Has she been fishing for 2 whole hours?

>> No.42554651

>>42554643
>dark and darker
>pebot party
sounds amazing

>> No.42554652
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42554652

おつ
ぺぼ
っと

>> No.42554653
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42554653

おつPEBOT!
おや
また
Next pebot meeting on the 6th

>> No.42554655

>>42554641
4U

>> No.42554657

I miss Pebot...

>> No.42554659
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OTSUPEBOT!

>> No.42554662
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42554662

おつ
PEBOT
おやすん

>> No.42554663

おつぺこ

>> No.42554665

Miko is learning, at least

>> No.42554668
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no.......
what do I do now...

>> No.42554673

>>42554668
watch other girl's archives like a good nousagi

>> No.42554674
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>>42554668
Watch this:
https://youtu.be/szONkV3l21g

>> No.42554680

Why does Pekora act so girly around Towa

>> No.42554679

God bless you Mikochi

>> No.42554681

>>42554674
I wanna cum on that pretty face so bad

>> No.42554682
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Is there literally any reason we should believe that the monkey is still alive?

>> No.42554683

>>42554613
Spreading love

>> No.42554684

>>42554681
And she knows it

>> No.42554686

>>42554680
Pheromones

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>>42554674
Already did, I really like that song.

>> No.42554690

>>42554674
>Only 1.5M views
Why does it flop?

>> No.42554694

>>42554690
Vtuber gimmick was already used

>> No.42554696

>>42554673
>other girl's
You mean pekora's

>> No.42554701

https://twitter.com/hakuikoyori/status/1621164437234384897
Konkoyo RFA!

>> No.42554702

sakamata almost killed herself...

>> No.42554703

Watame is about to pee in my mouth

>> No.42554705

Sakamatard...

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>> No.42554708

Sora-chan...
lofi...

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>> No.42554713
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>> No.42554715

>>42554694
you mean the music choice is shit

>> No.42554717

>>42554689
Nose...

>> No.42554718

>>42554696
I don't have Pekora archives remaining other than DQ, judge eyes and youkai watch

>> No.42554719

>>42554690
The first one blew up because of shock factor

>> No.42554721

>>42554668
Watch Miko

>> No.42554722

don't scare your kouhai kanata

>> No.42554723

>>42554715
It's a great song though. Not her best, but still great

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>> No.42554727

Sora just casually punching the Warden

>> No.42554729

Dammit you two, you ain’t gonna punch a Warden to death

>> No.42554730
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gaais

>> No.42554733

>>42554713
>>42554724
Suisei's POV

>> No.42554735

>>42554721
Pass

>> No.42554738

kanata just killed flare

>> No.42554743

kanakuro will meet without the need of coordinates

>> No.42554746
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42554746

Ui Watame collab tomorrow

>> No.42554749
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>> No.42554752

>>42554743
jinxed it...

>> No.42554753

sakamata almost works with everyone on a collab

>> No.42554754

>>42554718
I still need to finish yakuza 7, Judge eyes, the old DQs and metal gear but I keep putting them off...

>> No.42554758

it hurts...

>> No.42554759

Mario tomorrow finally

>> No.42554760

>>42554746
But I have to go to the office tomorrow...

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>> No.42554765

valentine...

>> No.42554767

>>42554754 (me)
Oh, and a lot of ARK collabs which I'm not looking forward to.

>> No.42554768

https://youtu.be/jzIIp_3l8Kc
these fags actually sang Aqua's song

>> No.42554770

>>42554730
>>42554749
Too bi...

>>42554761
Holy shit, now it's too big for real.

>> No.42554772

>air is tasty
ahahaha...

>> No.42554779

>>42554767
her metal gear playthroughs are fun, you can just play it on your second monitor while doing other stuff. Ark though is hard to swallow lol

>> No.42554782

>wee sports
If only..

>> No.42554787

Okayu?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JH-32kZ6FSg

>> No.42554788

www.youtube.com/watch?v=lB_3NVdRkeQ&ab_channel=HAACHAMACh赤井はあと chama

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>>42554760
Fuck the office

>> No.42554793

Heimin does Kanata always make these noises or is she in heat?

>> No.42554794

wtf they already found it

>> No.42554797

mamataso guiding her baby on the right path

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>>42554770
nothin's too big

>> No.42554803

I don't remember off the top of my head a fun stream I watched between this PEBOT collab and GunEvo PEBOT collab.
I fucking love PEBOT and even the thread is good when PEBOT streams happen.
See you on the 6th!

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>>42554788
................?

>> No.42554808

>>42554793
kanata is always in heat since she hasn't been dicked yet

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>>42554668

>> No.42554830

chorotaso

>> No.42554833

>>42554803
mr. koro's collab with pekor was fun...

>> No.42554835

finally

>> No.42554836

Hecking bebber Miko

>> No.42554838

Miko

>> No.42554843

dumb migger

>> No.42554844

>How much do you like me
>Hmm, let say I really hate changing when there other people around, but I can change comfortably if Kanata is around
Gay

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>>42554803
otsuPEBOT!

>> No.42554856

Sakamata is calmer than Pekora...

>> No.42554858 [DELETED] 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, this is my first time.”

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

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

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

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

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

Kanata woke up in a cornfield.

>> No.42554862
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V2SUVgAOQZw

>> No.42554863

I fucking hate Towa

>> No.42554864

bebber....

>> No.42554865

Miko's crying like a bebber...

>> No.42554866

>>42554825
I could go for some dog right now
>FF rhythm game
well at least the music is good

>> No.42554868

>>42554854
b13TT

>> No.42554870 [DELETED] 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, this is my first time.”

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

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

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

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

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

Kanata woke up in a cornfield.

>> No.42554872

it's not over...

>> No.42554873

>>42554862
I'm gonna cum Iroha-chan...

>> No.42554874

>>42554856
Spoken too soon

>> No.42554875

It's over...

>> No.42554876

Sakamata... Kanat...

>> No.42554877

Kanata woke up in a cornfield

>> No.42554878
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>minecraft
>minecraft
>minecraft
>crane game
>dragon quest
>minecraft

>> No.42554879

>>42554874
my bad...

>> No.42554883 [DELETED] 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, this is my first time.”

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

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

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

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

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

Kanata woke up in a cornfield.

>> No.42554884

>>42554652
Ru... If only you didn't fucked yourself up...

>> No.42554887

how the fuck is this spamming faggot not range banned yet?

>> No.42554888

>>42554878
>mother

>> No.42554890

Zenloss...

>> No.42554893

Goddammit Miko

>> No.42554894 [DELETED] 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, this is my first time.”

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

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

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

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

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

Kanata woke up in a cornfield.

>> No.42554895
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42554895

I love my cute little alien wife!

>> No.42554896

dekita!!

>> No.42554897

why is it having a melty now

>> No.42554901

>>42554866
nvm it's DQ I am retarded

>> No.42554904

it works

>> No.42554907

>>42554788
finally

>> No.42554908

Lamy needs to issue a date with Sakamata ASAP

>> No.42554909

https://twitter.com/shishirobotan/status/1621166332271280128

>> No.42554910 [DELETED] 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, this is my first time.”

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

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

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

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

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

Kanata woke up in a cornfield.

>> No.42554912

>>42554897
It's normal for heimins to have a melty like this

>> No.42554913

>>42554897
Because of Towa.

>> No.42554918

Why do 35p continue to falseflag as Heimin? I don't get it.

>> No.42554919

Do i need to say the I word and the S word to summon the useless meido?

>> No.42554921 [DELETED] 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, this is my first time.”

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

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

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

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

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

Kanata woke up in a cornfield.

>> No.42554922
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>>42554862
SEX WITH KAZAMAIROHACH

>> No.42554923

>>42554701
Prepare your ears

>> No.42554925
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>> No.42554927

I wonder how Kanata likes her coffee

>> No.42554928

>>42554918
We 35P are watching Miko

>> No.42554931

>>42554909
>天気も良く終われたしすべてヨシ
Shishiron...

>> No.42554932

I hate fucking Towa
She's painfully loud, gets her juices everywhere, and always does something dumb that makes it harder to maintain my erection. And don't get me started on her laughing fits over random shit during the process, that's just too much, I fucking hate doing it, what an absolute chore...

>> No.42554933

>>42554922
sex ninnin

>> No.42554934 [DELETED] 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, this is my first time.”

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

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

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

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

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

Kanata woke up in a cornfield.

>> No.42554935

>>42554878
don't worry akwatard chilla's kino will save us soon

>> No.42554936
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>> No.42554942
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>>42554935

>> No.42554943
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42554943

I FUCKING MISS YOU GOREPOSTER
COME BACK PLEASE

>> No.42554944

>>42554931
nothing wrong with some rain

>> No.42554945

the schizo is either a ssrb or kenzoku

>> No.42554946 [DELETED] 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, this is my first time.”

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

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

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

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

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

Kanata woke up in a cornfield.

>> No.42554947

>>42554936
Right thread, king

>> No.42554948

>
yeah, subman hours

>> No.42554950

>mtl japanese reddit
ugh....the sharts are here

>> No.42554953

>>42554919
S*ngapore.

>> No.42554955

Rewatched Botan MLG moment from earlier, she did well to not fall off there, nothing too out there but pretty good.

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>> No.42554960

>>42554950
newfag

>> No.42554964

Miko's NGMI

>> No.42554965 [DELETED] 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, this is my first time.”

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

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

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

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

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

Kanata woke up in a cornfield.

>> No.42554969

this is not global, subhuman global refugee

>> No.42554971

>>42554945
it's a nousagi falseflagging as a 35p falseflagging as a heimin

>> No.42554972

>>42554945
>Kenzoku
No sane, or even insane kenzoku would larp as a fucking hymen.

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>> No.42554974 [DELETED] 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, this is my first time.”

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

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

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

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

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

Kanata woke up in a cornfield.

>> No.42554975

Another day another Heimin seething

>> No.42554978

>>42554950
They really stand out

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>>42554901
Ko'one doesn't even know the names of DQ monsters and she is Japanese so I guess I am forgiven because no one outside of Japan gives a shit about DQ.

>> No.42554980

sakamata already forgot she had an offcollab yesterday

>> No.42554983

>>42554975
more like 35p seething at heimin and falseflagging as one, heimin are watching kanata right now

>> No.42554985

>>42554936
>>>/vt/42247912

>> No.42554988 [DELETED] 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, this is my first time.”

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

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

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

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

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

Kanata woke up in a cornfield.

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>> No.42554996

PEBOT ladders are griefing Sakamata....

>> No.42554997

>>42554983
explain to me why would a 35p falseflag as an irrelevant heimin?

>> No.42554998 [DELETED] 

>>42554858
>>42554870
>>42554883
>>42554894
>>42554910
>>42554921
>>42554934
>>42554946
>>42554965
>>42554974

WHO IS KIARA? A PHOENIX WRESTLER, NOT HOLOLIVE
WHO IS MORI? A MORBIDLY OBESE CONNOR CUMDUMP, NOT HOLOLIVE
WHO IS AMELIA? NEET'S CUM SLAVE, NOT HOLOLIVE
WHO IS INA? A FUCKING GOOK, NOT HOLOLIVE
WHO IS GURA? JAY'S CUMDUMP, NOT HOLOLIVE
WHO IS BAE? A FUCKING CHINKSTRA, NOT HOLOLIVE
WHO IS KRONII? A TRANNY GOOK, NOT HOLOLIVE
WHO IS FAUNA? EDDIE'S WHORE, NOT HOLOLIVE
WHO IS MUMEI? MARCEL'S CUMSOCK, NOT HOLOLIVE

>> No.42555000

Be careful Miko...

>> No.42555002
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>>42554922
Taimanin Iroha when?

>> No.42555003

>*makes a terrible post pretending to be a fanbase I hate*
Which fanbase am I?

>> No.42555004

>>42554996
That ladder is Kanatan's doing, it's been there from the start and claimed several victims.

>> No.42555005 [DELETED] 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, this is my first time.”

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

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

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

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

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

Kanata woke up in a cornfield.

>> No.42555006

tensaitaso has no need for ladders

>> No.42555009

>>42555003
35p

>> No.42555011 [DELETED] 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, this is my first time.”

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

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

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

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

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

Kanata woke up in a cornfield.

>> No.42555012

>>42555004
nahone
was just watching Botan & Towa fuck it up even further at the end of their stream

>> No.42555013

>>42554997
You tell me.

>> No.42555019

Anon, I get it. You use ChatGPT. I get it already

>> No.42555021

4756
4858
so retarded

>> No.42555022 [DELETED] 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, this is my first time.”

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

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

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

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

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

Kanata woke up in a cornfield.

>> No.42555023

>35p are watching Miko
>Heimin are watching Kanata
This spammer is probably a nousagi

>> No.42555025

>>42554997
you can't explain the mentally ill anon

>> No.42555028

>Gen 3, 4, 5, 6 have the perfect member count for countless 4 players coop games collab
>Never do it, ever
Why

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>> No.42555030 [DELETED] 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, this is my first time.”

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

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

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

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

“Dear God, is that an incantation to Baal, Lord of Lies, written in the nigh indecipherable tongue of the ancient Phoenicians? I’m afraid to even attempt to pronounce it lest I summon some slumbering demon from the Dark Dimension. Like, are you serious? Did you make that abomination on purpose? ‘Cause, if you did, you should work for the Secret Service Intelligence Agency by coming up with codes and ciphers. I doubt there’s a cryptologist alive that could solve that enigma. I’m speechless. I really am. 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.

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>>42555023
NousagiGOD here, I'm watching the dog.

>> No.42555033

>>42555023
It's an ENfag, they hate Kanata for whatever reason.

>> No.42555034
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Miko...

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https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/105029590

>> No.42555036

Prove to me that Towa is retarded.

>> No.42555037

>>42555028
Gen 4 isn't a group. Nice try

>> No.42555039

>>42555028
they're women bro they don't actually like or give a shit about videogames beyond collecting a paycheck

>> No.42555040

/kanata/i

>> No.42555043

Miko ending nooooo

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>> No.42555048 [DELETED] 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, this is my first time.”

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

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

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

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

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

Kanata woke up in a cornfield.

>> No.42555049

endermen are endangered species there is no need to farm pearls when they can just use trapdoors

>> No.42555050

>>42555036
https://files.catbox.moe/8etrqc.mp4

>> No.42555051

>>42554955
eh?

>> No.42555052

>>42555043
about time tho

>> No.42555054

Miko you used the wrong room

>> No.42555058 [DELETED] 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, this is my first time.”

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

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

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

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

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

Kanata woke up in a cornfield.

>> No.42555060

>>42554998
Irys...

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>>42555040
I only filter non-holos like sidebranchsharts.

>> No.42555062

kanataso shows off her cool side!

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>> No.42555064

>>42555050
this clip really reminds me of towa's hairdryer imitation

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>> No.42555066 [DELETED] 

Indog

>> No.42555069

>>42555023
I'm watching Kanatan & Chloe. I like them both but don't get to watch them much because I only have so much time and most of my streamwatching is taken up by Pekotyan.

>> No.42555071

this is just sad bro

>> No.42555072

https://youtu.be/V-pmYsKlBSs

>> No.42555074

>>42555050
Towa making pig noises during sex...

>> No.42555075

>>42555066
MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODS!!!!!!! THIS GUY SPOKE ILL OF YOUR HERITAGE

>> No.42555077

Why Heimin?

>> No.42555078
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42555078

Stop it.

>> No.42555079

>>42555061
b-based

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This is a good face, too bad the game is shit.

>> No.42555085

>>42555066
*Indog SEAnigger

>> No.42555086

>>42555066
damn

>> No.42555088

>>42555072
pek...

>> No.42555089 [DELETED] 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, this is my first time.”

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

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

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

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

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

Kanata woke up in a cornfield.

>> No.42555091

>>42555066
Funny how fast this was deleted

>> No.42555092

>>42555023
It's probably a lapcuck deprived of streams

>> No.42555094

>>42555069
It's him hahahahahahah

>> No.42555095

can /hlg/ remember what they ate for breakfast yesterday

>> No.42555097

mesubaru

>> No.42555099

>>42555095
toast and a tomato

>> No.42555100 [DELETED] 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, this is my first time.”

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

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

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

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

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

Kanata woke up in a cornfield.

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You don't deserve ads if you won't do shit about the spammer

>> No.42555108

>>42555095
bacon, cheese and some bread with my morning coffee

>> No.42555109

https://twitter.com/kureijiollie/status/1621072804178464769
>Lui, Mel, Nene and Chama
This motherfucking Indog didn't tell them she was going to also invite the homos didn't she?

>> No.42555110 [DELETED] 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, this is my first time.”

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

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

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

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

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

Kanata woke up in a cornfield.

>> No.42555112

>>42555095
Chicken sandwich

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>>42555105

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Reminder that Janny applications were only a week or two ago, you DID apply to be one if you're complaining about the absolute state of these threads, right?

>> No.42555121 [DELETED] 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, this is my first time.”

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

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

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

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

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

Kanata woke up in a cornfield.

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>> No.42555127

why is miko using the watchalong room tho

>> No.42555128

Oh that word gets deleted immediately but the spams stay up...

>> No.42555129 [DELETED] 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, this is my first time.”

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

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

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

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

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

Kanata woke up in a cornfield.

>> No.42555133

Sakamata is making my dick so hard right now

>> No.42555135

GODSmin won

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incredible how kanata has completely mindbroken this one schizo that he'll spend hours falseflagging as a heimin, how does she do it?

>> No.42555136

https://youtu.be/afYdPwjtud0
>Mio doesn't wear panties when she sleeps

>> No.42555138

is kanata boring?

>> No.42555137

kanataso knows of the water shield

>> No.42555140

>>42555128
That's SEAnigger jannies for you.

>> No.42555143 [DELETED] 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, this is my first time.”

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

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

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

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

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

Kanata woke up in a cornfield.

>> No.42555145

>>42555136
why would you wear one

>> No.42555147

ENOUGH ABOUT THE CORNFIELD ALREADY

>> No.42555148 [DELETED] 
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Clean up the spam you worthless SEAnig janny

>> No.42555149

>>42555072
Pekora is so cute...

>> No.42555150

>>42555095
bacon and eggs with a glass of milk
It's easy to remember because it's the same every day

>> No.42555152
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hehehehehehehehehehehe

>> No.42555153

Elite parka

>> No.42555156

>>42555136
yes newfag we know

>> No.42555157 [DELETED] 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, this is my first time.”

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

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

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

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

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

Kanata woke up in a cornfield.

>> No.42555158

Miko is so cute

>> No.42555159

>>42555148
Sauce?

>> No.42555160
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>>42555148

>> No.42555164

>>42555145
Because women (and some men) leak all kinds of gross juices, and it's unhygienic to do so direclty on your sheets which are changed much less often than something like underwear

>> No.42555166

https://shop.geekjack.net/products/sakura-miko-4th-anniversary-celebration-35ps-elite-hoodie
this one?

>> No.42555167 [DELETED] 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, this is my first time.”

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

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

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

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

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

Kanata woke up in a cornfield.

>> No.42555168

https://www.youtube.com/live/utPEH5Y0fnU?feature=share&t=387
Steeki to potteito, naisu naisu.

>> No.42555170

some good loot

>> No.42555171 [DELETED] 

ENs are whores
Indonesia is a terrible country
Pagpag is disgusting

>> No.42555172
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>>42555072
Embarassed bunny... Listen to how hard botans cracking up

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Peanuts

>> No.42555177

>>42555164
...why aren't you wearing pants though?

>> No.42555178

Flare found the exit

>> No.42555180

I prefer the Towapastas.

>> No.42555183

>>42555177
Because underwear is enough. One layer of separation between furniture and my gross parts is sufficient

>> No.42555184

>>42555166
Yeah

>> No.42555186

I sleep fully nude

>> No.42555187
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Have a cute duck in this trying times

>> No.42555190

heimin truly replaced rushiacucks as the most pathetic fanbase of all time uh

>> No.42555189 [DELETED] 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, this is my first time.”

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

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

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

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

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

Kanata woke up in a cornfield.

>> No.42555192

I still don't know what ubongo is

>> No.42555195

Boe boe boe

>> No.42555196

just got back, what's with the spam?

>> No.42555199

>>42555128
And you can't post the HS word because the system considers it as spam
But the guy spamming the pasta can freely spam it

>> No.42555201

>>42555187
Thank you for the duck

>> No.42555203 [DELETED] 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, this is my first time.”

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

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

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

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

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

Kanata woke up in a cornfield.

>> No.42555207

>>42555196
notice the lack of ENshitter posts?

>> No.42555209

>>42555196
Some ENfag is really angry at Kanata for whatever reason and falseflagging as a heimin, and the meidos are great are performing their unpaid job

>> No.42555210

>>42555192
a board game

>> No.42555211

Miko's roommate birthday is this month. My Miko is almost a hag now...

>> No.42555213

>>42555177
Why would you wear extra clothes to bed, or in general when at home.

>> No.42555214

UBONGO

>> No.42555215

>>42555190
miserable holos miserable fans

>> No.42555216

Akane-chan's outfit is so cute today too...

>> No.42555218
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What's with the spam? I saw it yesterday, thought mods would take care of it.

>> No.42555217
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:o

>> No.42555219

>>42555196
mukkunschizo evolved

>> No.42555220 [DELETED] 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, this is my first time.”

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

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

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

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

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

Kanata woke up in a cornfield.

>> No.42555221

>>42555072
Her ego is too big to be carried by holos half of her sub numbers

>> No.42555222
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Bye Bye Sora-chan...

>> No.42555223
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>> No.42555224

Miko got addicted to Ubongo board game. I blame Subaru for this

>> No.42555226

>>42555172
I am glad how well they get along

>> No.42555228
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>>42555187
Thanks, I took her to the beach

>> No.42555229
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Miko...

>> No.42555231

>>42555210
I see... and it trended when they talked about it...
paid promotion when

>> No.42555233
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is this how watamates felt years ago when schizos were making terrible posts while falseflagging as them?

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>this is a good game according to Korosan
Why do nips like DQ so much?

>> No.42555238

>>42555235
own it and make it your own

>> No.42555240 [DELETED] 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, this is my first time.”

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

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

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

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

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

Kanata woke up in a cornfield.

>> No.42555244

>>42555238
watamates have all moved to /vt/ because of mukkunschizo, it didn't work out well for them

>> No.42555243

>>42555237
nostalgia

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>>42555235
It's time for Heimin and Watamates to unite

>> No.42555250 [DELETED] 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, this is my first time.”

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

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

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

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

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

Kanata woke up in a cornfield.

>> No.42555253 [DELETED] 
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Do your job meido there's a chink/indog spamming the threat

>> No.42555255

>>42555235
heimin and watamate should join hands

>> No.42555256

>falseflagging
Heimin are trash

>> No.42555258

the pop up ads gookmoot put up on mobile now are so cancer that i'm actually using brave for once

>> No.42555259

>>42555226
Me too, I'm really glad they spent that time together originally to eventually going on to being a group. I love these three

>> No.42555260

no stream tomorrow
https://twitter.com/shishirobotan/status/1621178388160585728

>> No.42555261

>certainly an easier game than gomoku
chat is fucking wild sometimes

>> No.42555264

will haachama play the world or japan only tomorrow?

>> No.42555267 [DELETED] 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, this is my first time.”

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

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

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

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

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

Kanata woke up in a cornfield.

>> No.42555269

>>42555258
I just switched to browsing on firefox with ublock when i'm outside

>> No.42555271

Flare is lost again...

>> No.42555276

>>42555253
me on the left

>> No.42555277 [DELETED] 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, this is my first time.”

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

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

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

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

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

Kanata woke up in a cornfield.

>> No.42555278

that 35p is getting scolded

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>>42555244
Only finnmates are left here

>> No.42555282

>>42555258
Brave is the best browser

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>>42555280

>> No.42555287

stop crying 35p in the back

>> No.42555288

>>42555002
that was fast>>42555253

>> No.42555290

>>42554787
Capture board died, twice. There is no God.

>> No.42555291

Miko where's the mocopi stream?

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>> No.42555294 [DELETED] 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, this is my first time.”

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

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

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

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

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

Kanata woke up in a cornfield.

>> No.42555297

>>42555290
I see

>> No.42555298
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Taimanin Gura

>> No.42555301

>>42555258
Use kuroba for 4chan
Use brave for youtube
Never watch a single ad

>> No.42555303

beyblade miko

>> No.42555304

kanata's instincts kicked in

>> No.42555305

>>42555291
might as well wait until it's better integrated with cover's 3d

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I guess if you want to chase off the actual Heimin to /vt/ like Watamates behaving like this is a solid way of going about that

>> No.42555307 [DELETED] 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, this is my first time.”

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

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

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

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

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

Kanata woke up in a cornfield.

>> No.42555310

Post more futa Holos

>> No.42555311
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>> No.42555312

you know you can just filter the first sentence, right?

>> No.42555315

Otsumiko ma'am!

>> No.42555316 [DELETED] 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, this is my first time.”

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

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

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

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

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

Kanata woke up in a cornfield.

>> No.42555318

>still complaining
just filter a sentence dumbass

>> No.42555319

Based spammer dabbing on the phoneposters that are too retarded to filter

>> No.42555320

oyasumiko
time for korosan I suppose

>> No.42555323

/kanata/i

>> No.42555324

otsumiggers!!!

>> No.42555325

hayaitaso

>> No.42555326

おつ３５～

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>>42555306

>> No.42555329

Miko hasn't mentioned anything about Suisei's second appearance on TFT, she hated it

>> No.42555331 [DELETED] 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, this is my first time.”

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

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

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

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

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

Kanata woke up in a cornfield.

>> No.42555333

I don't remember how to use filter function and I have 4chan x...

>> No.42555336

otsumiko fags!

>> No.42555342

Fubuki should take a dump

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>>42555333

>> No.42555344

>>42555306
Heimin you schizo

>> No.42555347 [DELETED] 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, this is my first time.”

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

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

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

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

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

Kanata woke up in a cornfield.

>> No.42555348

katanaso is too cool

>> No.42555349

>>42555343
thank you

>> No.42555350

>using filters

>> No.42555352

OTSU
MIKO

>> No.42555357

>>42555350
I just filtered this post

>> No.42555360 [DELETED] 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, this is my first time.”

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

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

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

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

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

Kanata woke up in a cornfield.

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>> No.42555363

Miko ended! Otsu35~

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I don't need filters, everytime I see a wall of text my brain just blocks it out

>> No.42555365

/Kanata/
/Heimin/

>> No.42555366

おつ３５~

>> No.42555367

don't be needy sakamata kanata already gave you the 1st box

>> No.42555370

>>42555365
You forgot
/coffee iced/

>> No.42555371 [DELETED] 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, this is my first time.”

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

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

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

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

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

Kanata woke up in a cornfield.

>> No.42555372

/leech/
/miko/
/35p/

>> No.42555374

/>using filters/

>> No.42555378

Why are nousagi like this?

>> No.42555380

I use readchan on mobile and it's really easy to filter posts

>> No.42555384

What's watame going to do with all these mobs? They just keep coming

>> No.42555389 [DELETED] 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, this is my first time.”

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

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

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

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

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

Kanata woke up in a cornfield.

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I was watching this dumb moe anime thing hime watched and I came back to some weird stuff

>> No.42555392

kanata keeps on scaring me by clicking on shiled instead of bucket when she falls

>> No.42555394

>>42555362
Why is Kaela pooping out rocks?

>> No.42555398

/watame/i

>> No.42555399

We love iced coffee and coffee elves here

>> No.42555401 [DELETED] 

Kanata:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, this is my first time.”

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

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

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

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

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

Kanata woke up in a cornfield.

>> No.42555405

/cornfield/

>> No.42555409

thinking about pekora's blue pubic hair

>> No.42555413 [DELETED] 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, this is my first time.”

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

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

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

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

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

Kanata woke up in a cornfield.

>> No.42555419

/pekora/
/peko/
/pekotyan/
/pek.../
/nousagi/
/bun bun cha/

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>> No.42555422 [DELETED] 

Kanata liked her cafe 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 cornfieId.

>> No.42555423

SAKAMATA ELYTRA

>> No.42555427

Otsunui!

>> No.42555428

>>42555420
jesas

>> No.42555431
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>>42555226
PEBOT is my favourite trio

>> No.42555432 [DELETED] 

Kanata Iiked her coffee lced. 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 cornfieId.

>> No.42555434

>>42555409
Drinking Pekora's wakamezake

>> No.42555439

bakamata

>> No.42555443
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>> No.42555446

thinking about Ayame's feet

>> No.42555449

>>42555446
You better not do what I think you're gonna do

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>> No.42555453

2nd time that kanata almost killed sakamata

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my job here is doned, reminder to delete all my f a u n a images later because it was me spamming jan

>> No.42555458

any holo doing gudetama movie watchalong

>> No.42555464

>its his job
christ in heaven

>> No.42555467

>>42555454
of course it was an ENfag, why do they hate kanata so much? Is it because she almost never acknowledges their branch?

>> No.42555468

Nice try greenfriend falseflagger

>> No.42555469

Holy Sakamatard

>> No.42555471

thanks greenshit very cool

>> No.42555472

https://youtu.be/BKxR7SbifYE?&t=11386

>> No.42555474
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Iroha is chinese

>> No.42555476

someone save these retards

>> No.42555477

>>42555472
Even God bullies Towa...

>> No.42555480

>>42555474
Tights sure are sexy...

>> No.42555482

You forgot to finish cleaning up the thread meido

>> No.42555488
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Someone tell Korone to stream Build Quest...

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>>42555454
Stop falseflagging.

>> No.42555493

>>42555259
>>42555431
same
https://youtu.be/BKxR7SbifYE?&t=344

>> No.42555496

>>42555477
Shishiron is a god?

>> No.42555497

https://twitter.com/tokoyamitowa/status/1621186004731465728
Sad news...

>> No.42555498

goodnaito

>> No.42555501
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oyasumi hime

>> No.42555503 [SPOILER] 
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Fuck it, I'm posting porn

>> No.42555507

>>42555503
I came

>> No.42555508
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kabayach is ngmi....

>> No.42555511

zenloss...

>> No.42555512

>>42555488
>minecraft and dragon quest in one game
Why exactly aren't holos playing this 24/7?

>> No.42555515

goood lord she's so fucking stupid

>> No.42555516
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GODmin DOMINATION

>> No.42555517

>only 2 posts got deleted
wow

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>> No.42555521

>>42555512
Most of them don't actually like Minecraft they just like the numbers

>> No.42555522

Heimins are so irrelevant

>> No.42555523

>>42555454
>>42555490
kys

>> No.42555524

>>42555517
please understand, unpaid job very very hardo

>> No.42555525

>>42555511
Again?!

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>> No.42555529

>>42555520
Jun's and Rendy's POVs

>> No.42555530

>>42555524
no

>> No.42555531
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zenloss....it's over....

>> No.42555533

>>42555253
>still up
Janny yo...

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7

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>>42555517
Look man she tried ok

>> No.42555542

Is there a duo more retarded than these two?

>> No.42555543
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42555543

OTSUKANAKURO
zenloss end

>> No.42555545

>>42553707
Honestly this is what I like about their group. When they collab it's like they are just hanging out with each other and talking about whatever. It's like they use it as an opportunity to catch up with whatever each other is currently doing in their lives.

>> No.42555546

why greenfriend why

>> No.42555549

>>>/vt/42250379

>> No.42555552
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>>42555364
Are you me?

>> No.42555553

Any group with Pekora in it is corporate mandated

>> No.42555554
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Oh it's nijis having a melty cause their concert got canceled

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otsusakanata.....total pain and zenloss....
finally catching up on her sc backlog tomorrow!

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>> No.42555562

kanata is retarded...

>> No.42555565

>>42555542
Chamatan

>> No.42555569

>>42555553
Yeah, and Pekora is said corporation

>> No.42555570

>have bucket of water
>instead of jumping down with water like every sane person they instead choose to get hit by the stupid fucking bullet on purpose to go down

That was just frustrating to watch

>> No.42555571

>>42555553
Corporate can't mandate Towa to do anything

>> No.42555575 [DELETED] 

>>42555517
The mods can't delete all posts because the thread will also be deleted because Im the OP kek

>> No.42555580

>>42555536
Maybe a good dicking punishment shall get her fixed

>> No.42555586
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>>42555575
ogey

>> No.42555590

>>42555570
Please understand that Kanata and Kuroe are not very intelligent

>> No.42555592

Coffee status?

>> No.42555593
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42555593

* FINAL TALLY OF THE DAY IS IN *

Here it goes
>36,371: Pekora (Hololive)
>32,926: Miko (Hololive)
>26,274: Gaku (Nijisanji)
>22,989: Subaru (Hololive)
>22,298: Ibrahim (Nijisanji)
>20,024: Yashiro (Nijisanji)
>19,961: Nene (Hololive)
>19,146: Koyori (Hololive)
>17,434: Bae (Hololive)
>17,036: Ponpoko (Indie)
>16,777: Botan (Hololive)
>15,682: Kanata (Hololive)
>14,416: Iroha (Hololive)
>14,184: Kanae (Nijisanji)
>12,629: Ema (VSPO)
>11,621: Towa (Hololive)
>11,590: Korone (Hololive)
>11,563: Met (VSPO)
>11,509: Lamy (Hololive)
>11,489: Shigure Ui (Indie)
>10,839: Lauren (Nijisanji)
>10,463: Watame (Hololive)
>10,351: Chloe (Hololive)
>10,263: Hal (Neo-Porte)

I love Peko lewds. Also, Ponpoko at the tally again

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https://litter.catbox.moe/c2k12c.jpeg

>> No.42555595

>>42555587
>replying to yourself

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>>42555512
It's a bit clunky to be fair, I don't know how to explain.
I liked Pekora's streams though, it's what made me buy it in the end but I didn't play it as much as minecraft.

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>>42555595
wagatta

>> No.42555602

>nousagi schizo replying himself to exclude him from being the obvious schizo

>> No.42555603

What's Miko watching for the watchalong tomorrow?

>> No.42555604

>>42555570
kanata's brain freezes the moment panic settles in

>> No.42555606

>>42555594
>posting on catbox when there is no meidos in here

>> No.42555607

>>42555587
>>42555601
>this desperate attempt at trying to conceal yourself when you get called out
lmao so obvious

>> No.42555610

>>42555603
She's doing a watch party tomorrow?

>> No.42555613

i'm going to shit up your little thread if you don't stop numbercels

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>>42555559
this animator really took a liking to kanata

>> No.42555615

Poopsagi seething

>> No.42555616

>>42555607
missed english class again greenturd?

>> No.42555617
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>> No.42555619

https://twitter.com/sakamatachloe/status/1621189544111644673
Do some preparations next time, bakas

>> No.42555620

>>42555610
I don't even know what day is her watchalong anymore, it's on Friday for the last 2 week

>> No.42555622

>>42555613
what are you gonna do? that shithole is a niji vs holo console war 24/7, it can't get worse than that

>> No.42555627

>>42555614
IS THAT A

>> No.42555629

is anyone else not attracted to school uniforms? I never understood why japanese like school girl uniforms so much.., there's much more sexy outfits they can wear. I guess its a cultural thing though, since theres nothing really like that in my country but in japan its normal, which is why its hard for me to understand. I can still jerk off to it, but I don't care so much to focus on school girls, its not a fetish to me like it is for japs.

>> No.42555630

>>42555617
WE'RE IN A TIMELOOP
ITS ALL THE SAME POSTS

>> No.42555631

Will holos get canceled if they play Hogwarts Legacy?

>> No.42555635
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>>42555617

>> No.42555638

Wow I just woke up and I still hate Laplus!

>> No.42555640

>>42555631
why would they get canceled for playing it? did twitter and reddit say something about it?

>> No.42555641

That group with Marine, Lamy, Korone and Noel makes no sense.
Marine and Lamy are gigastacy riajuu.
Korone and Noel are autistic otaku.
Marine and Lamy are the kind of girls who bullied Korone and Noel back in high school. Before you say Lamy was bullied, do you really think someone that outgoing and confident was bullied?
Also before you call Korone a bully, that is a lie from schizos on nyfco

>> No.42555642

>>42555617
Someone really needs to update this webm for Plusmates, Fauna, Mikefags, and the Chinese

>> No.42555644

watyu gunn'a do gonna call the scooby doo

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>>42555619
*kills off the boss hour before them*

>> No.42555646

>>42555638
smartest person in the thread

>> No.42555647

>>42555631
lol no? twitter trannies don't matter

>> No.42555660

>>42555631
not holos, nijis might though since their fans are the ones triggered by it, and some whore from vshitjo already was canceled for wanting to play it

>> No.42555661

>>42555631
the real world doesn't care about what twitter trannies think

>> No.42555663

>>42555638
Stop ban evading you're thw spamming a while ago

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>>42555630

>> No.42555669

>>42555614
When are we getting penetration

>> No.42555675

>>42555631
Why would they?

>> No.42555676

>>42555664
Nose...

>> No.42555678

>>42555531
Kanata after a night of doomposting and masturbation

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>>42555614
Kanata is asking for it.

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>>42555638
It's ok, Laplus still loves you no matter what.

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>> No.42555695

>>42555051
https://youtu.be/BKxR7SbifYE?t=3526

>> No.42555700

>>42555695
right right
she is so cool...

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>> No.42555704

>>42555575
>[Deleted]
>>42555595
>>42555602
>>42555607
>>42555615
What now? The real schizo was deleted abd banned for ban evading. But what happened to my posts and thread? Huh? Still up!

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>>42555703

>> No.42555714
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COPE

>> No.42555721 [DELETED] 

An introduc.tion to Am.ane Ka.nata

>1. Streams in general

Kanata doesn’t use schedules but streams very regularly, she’ll often put up place holders well in advance or tell you on Twitter what the plan is. She used to part of the ‘mystery sleep hours’ gang but seems to favour either an 8pm JST / 11am GMT / 3am PT start. If she's been busy she may start later at 11pm JST/ 2pm GMT / 6am PT or do a twitch space and they last on average between 1-4 hours.

Many of Kanata’s streams are only half gameplay so don't be put off by the length. She likes to chat whilst reading out donations and its genuinely comfy to listen to.

A fun thing that happens is she will instantly lose if she gets too smug. It’s not even a bit, it just happens naturally. Her tsukkomi (straight man) powers have increased tenfold in the last few years. However if you where to ask me what her anime power is, she's the type that comes back stronger every time she's defeated. [Here's early Kanata being bad at Kirby. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i6YVT8Zz6ws

>2. Music

One of the biggest things about Kanata is the crazy amount of effort she puts in to music. She does less karaoke these days due to an ear condition which I won't speculate on here, but she recently started again and even asked for song suggestions on Reddit too. Her cover song output has been crazy. https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLmrA_Ti9HZRwrkSSp1zsmdkBHpXCG-rYC

She mixes, has wrote a group song and does her own backing vocals. Her flexible voice seems to be compatible with most other singers and she can really hold a note. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NeQO9jsWMwE She has a wide range and can switch from cute to cool to a death scream in a moment. Genre-wise she branches out quite often, so there's always something (Fragile and Drain turned out be something I like).

>3. She happily goes along with jokes & memes

Kanata will tell you she’s not a gorilla and then instantly add a gorilla to her next thumbnail and give you a gorilla emote. She’s happy to go along with the jokes from adopting the Power Point Tenshi name and doing PowerPoint streams to this day. She’ll even play along with the cutting board jokes to the point of complete denial. She’s even the source of her own JUST KANATA meme and posts clips for people to use. As usual, Kanata is patient but please don't spam and read the room though.

>4. She’s shy but proactive

Kanata was always one of the more introverted members who could disguise it well, and if you where to go back her earlier streams, you'd barely recognise her now as she's become so expressive and talkative. She'd always defend playing cards games and chess alone. She even wrote a parody song about it to use as an outro which someone kindly translated. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JN35Vrd9JKc

However one of my favourite things about Kanata is that this doesn't stop her from volunteering and, as cliche as it sounds, trying her best. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VHIeccnwDvQ
As an introvert myself, I love seeing someone improve there social skills and be happy about it. Gives me a little boost to try more myself.

She's gone on to being the team leader at the sports festival. In the last few months we've seen her become Marine and Lamy home care nurse and form some fun trios with Kanaria (Kanata/Flare/Koyori) and Chamatannanora(?) (Kanata/Luna/Haato). She's also a rare one that other shy members are more comfortable with, such as Ayame and Aqua.

>5. Her endurance streams are iconic

She also does endurance streams and has insane mental fortitude. She’s done a 12 hours DK stream with Korone, a 24 hour variety day with Suisei, 12 hour Fall Guys and 20+ hours in Getting Over It and Jump King. Let’s not forget her ridiculous fight with Sans with other members cheering her on.

Since I last made this list she's done her craziest stream getting the illusive blue axolotl which has now become a mascot after 3000 attempts. More recently she completed Super Mario World in a single sitting. She also had a series of baseball game playthroughs which aired at irregular times too which makes it easier for anyone US based to maybe catch some streams at a reasonable time on occasion.

>Bonus. She squeaks when laughs.

It’s very cute and most likely why she has hamster ears alongside her Hamtaro impressions. I would personally adopt hamster Kanata. Also here's a timestamped link to a weirdly professionally taken photo of one of her rabbits.
https://youtu.be/yBmoY-m64so?t=573

>> No.42555726

Heimin won

>> No.42555727
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Watame just sneezed in my mouth...

>> No.42555728 [DELETED] 

An int.roduc.tion to Am.ane Ka.nata

>1. Streams in general

Kanata doesn’t use schedules but streams very regularly, she’ll often put up place holders well in advance or tell you on Twitter what the plan is. She used to part of the ‘mystery sleep hours’ gang but seems to favour either an 8pm JST / 11am GMT / 3am PT start. If she's been busy she may start later at 11pm JST/ 2pm GMT / 6am PT or do a twitch space and they last on average between 1-4 hours.

Many of Kanata’s streams are only half gameplay so don't be put off by the length. She likes to chat whilst reading out donations and its genuinely comfy to listen to.

A fun thing that happens is she will instantly lose if she gets too smug. It’s not even a bit, it just happens naturally. Her tsukkomi (straight man) powers have increased tenfold in the last few years. However if you where to ask me what her anime power is, she's the type that comes back stronger every time she's defeated. [Here's early Kanata being bad at Kirby. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i6YVT8Zz6ws

>2. Music

One of the biggest things about Kanata is the crazy amount of effort she puts in to music. She does less karaoke these days due to an ear condition which I won't speculate on here, but she recently started again and even asked for song suggestions on Reddit too. Her cover song output has been crazy. https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLmrA_Ti9HZRwrkSSp1zsmdkBHpXCG-rYC

She mixes, has wrote a group song and does her own backing vocals. Her flexible voice seems to be compatible with most other singers and she can really hold a note. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NeQO9jsWMwE She has a wide range and can switch from cute to cool to a death scream in a moment. Genre-wise she branches out quite often, so there's always something (Fragile and Drain turned out be something I like).

>3. She happily goes along with jokes & memes

Kanata will tell you she’s not a gorilla and then instantly add a gorilla to her next thumbnail and give you a gorilla emote. She’s happy to go along with the jokes from adopting the Power Point Tenshi name and doing PowerPoint streams to this day. She’ll even play along with the cutting board jokes to the point of complete denial. She’s even the source of her own JUST KANATA meme and posts clips for people to use. As usual, Kanata is patient but please don't spam and read the room though.

>4. She’s shy but proactive

Kanata was always one of the more introverted members who could disguise it well, and if you where to go back her earlier streams, you'd barely recognise her now as she's become so expressive and talkative. She'd always defend playing cards games and chess alone. She even wrote a parody song about it to use as an outro which someone kindly translated. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JN35Vrd9JKc

However one of my favourite things about Kanata is that this doesn't stop her from volunteering and, as cliche as it sounds, trying her best. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VHIeccnwDvQ
As an introvert myself, I love seeing someone improve there social skills and be happy about it. Gives me a little boost to try more myself.

She's gone on to being the team leader at the sports festival. In the last few months we've seen her become Marine and Lamy home care nurse and form some fun trios with Kanaria (Kanata/Flare/Koyori) and Chamatannanora(?) (Kanata/Luna/Haato). She's also a rare one that other shy members are more comfortable with, such as Ayame and Aqua.

>5. Her endurance streams are iconic

She also does endurance streams and has insane mental fortitude. She’s done a 12 hours DK stream with Korone, a 24 hour variety day with Suisei, 12 hour Fall Guys and 20+ hours in Getting Over It and Jump King. Let’s not forget her ridiculous fight with Sans with other members cheering her on.

Since I last made this list she's done her craziest stream getting the illusive blue axolotl which has now become a mascot after 3000 attempts. More recently she completed Super Mario World in a single sitting. She also had a series of baseball game playthroughs which aired at irregular times too which makes it easier for anyone US based to maybe catch some streams at a reasonable time on occasion.

>Bonus. She squeaks when laughs.

It’s very cute and most likely why she has hamster ears alongside her Hamtaro impressions. I would personally adopt hamster Kanata. Also here's a timestamped link to a weirdly professionally taken photo of one of her rabbits. https://youtu.be/yBmoY-m64so?t=573

>> No.42555735 [DELETED] 

A.n introduc.tion to Am.ane Ka.nata

>1. Streams in general

Kanata doesn’t use schedules but streams very regularly, she’ll often put up place holders well in advance or tell you on Twitter what the plan is. She used to part of the ‘mystery sleep hours’ gang but seems to favour either an 8pm JST / 11am GMT / 3am PT start. If she's been busy she may start later at 11pm JST/ 2pm GMT / 6am PT or do a twitch space and they last on average between 1-4 hours.

Many of Kanata’s streams are only half gameplay so don't be put off by the length. She likes to chat whilst reading out donations and its genuinely comfy to listen to.

A fun thing that happens is she will instantly lose if she gets too smug. It’s not even a bit, it just happens naturally. Her tsukkomi (straight man) powers have increased tenfold in the last few years. However if you where to ask me what her anime power is, she's the type that comes back stronger every time she's defeated. [Here's early Kanata being bad at Kirby. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i6YVT8Zz6ws

>2. Music

One of the biggest things about Kanata is the crazy amount of effort she puts in to music. She does less karaoke these days due to an ear condition which I won't speculate on here, but she recently started again and even asked for song suggestions on Reddit too. Her cover song output has been crazy. https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLmrA_Ti9HZRwrkSSp1zsmdkBHpXCG-rYC

She mixes, has wrote a group song and does her own backing vocals. Her flexible voice seems to be compatible with most other singers and she can really hold a note. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NeQO9jsWMwE She has a wide range and can switch from cute to cool to a death scream in a moment. Genre-wise she branches out quite often, so there's always something (Fragile and Drain turned out be something I like).

>3. She happily goes along with jokes & memes

Kanata will tell you she’s not a gorilla and then instantly add a gorilla to her next thumbnail and give you a gorilla emote. She’s happy to go along with the jokes from adopting the Power Point Tenshi name and doing PowerPoint streams to this day. She’ll even play along with the cutting board jokes to the point of complete denial. She’s even the source of her own JUST KANATA meme and posts clips for people to use. As usual, Kanata is patient but please don't spam and read the room though.

>4. She’s shy but proactive

Kanata was always one of the more introverted members who could disguise it well, and if you where to go back her earlier streams, you'd barely recognise her now as she's become so expressive and talkative. She'd always defend playing cards games and chess alone. She even wrote a parody song about it to use as an outro which someone kindly translated. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JN35Vrd9JKc

However one of my favourite things about Kanata is that this doesn't stop her from volunteering and, as cliche as it sounds, trying her best. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VHIeccnwDvQ
As an introvert myself, I love seeing someone improve there social skills and be happy about it. Gives me a little boost to try more myself.

She's gone on to being the team leader at the sports festival. In the last few months we've seen her become Marine and Lamy home care nurse and form some fun trios with Kanaria (Kanata/Flare/Koyori) and Chamatannanora(?) (Kanata/Luna/Haato). She's also a rare one that other shy members are more comfortable with, such as Ayame and Aqua.

>5. Her endurance streams are iconic

She also does endurance streams and has insane mental fortitude. She’s done a 12 hours DK stream with Korone, a 24 hour variety day with Suisei, 12 hour Fall Guys and 20+ hours in Getting Over It and Jump King. Let’s not forget her ridiculous fight with Sans with other members cheering her on.

Since I last made this list she's done her craziest stream getting the illusive blue axolotl which has now become a mascot after 3000 attempts. More recently she completed Super Mario World in a single sitting. She also had a series of baseball game playthroughs which aired at irregular times too which makes it easier for anyone US based to maybe catch some streams at a reasonable time on occasion.

>Bonus. She squeaks when laughs.

It’s very cute and most likely why she has hamster ears alongside her Hamtaro impressions. I would personally adopt hamster Kanata. Also here's a timestamped link to a weirdly professionally taken photo of one of her rabbits.

https://youtu.be/yBmoY-m64so?t=573

>> No.42555736

Watame needs more lewd fanart

>> No.42555742

Dog is done... I can finally... leave this hell...

>> No.42555743 [DELETED] 

An introduc.tion to Am.ane Ka.nata

>1. Streams in general

Kanata doesn’t use schedules but streams very regularly, she’ll often put up place holders well in advance or tell you on Twitter what the plan is. She used to part of the ‘mystery sleep hours’ gang but seems to favour either an 8pm JST / 11am GMT / 3am PT start. If she's been busy she may start later at 11pm JST/ 2pm GMT / 6am PT or do a twitch space and they last on average between 1-4 hours.

Many of Kanata’s streams are only half gameplay so don't be put off by the length. She likes to chat whilst reading out donations and its genuinely comfy to listen to.

A fun thing that happens is she will instantly lose if she gets too smug. It’s not even a bit, it just happens naturally. Her tsukkomi (straight man) powers have increased tenfold in the last few years. However if you where to ask me what her anime power is, she's the type that comes back stronger every time she's defeated. [Here's early Kanata being bad at Kirby. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i6YVT8Zz6ws

>2. Music

One of the biggest things about Kanata is the crazy amount of effort she puts in to music. She does less karaoke these days due to an ear condition which I won't speculate on here, but she recently started again and even asked for song suggestions on Reddit too. Her cover song output has been crazy. https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLmrA_Ti9HZRwrkSSp1zsmdkBHpXCG-rYC

She mixes, has wrote a group song and does her own backing vocals. Her flexible voice seems to be compatible with most other singers and she can really hold a note. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NeQO9jsWMwE She has a wide range and can switch from cute to cool to a death scream in a moment. Genre-wise she branches out quite often, so there's always something (Fragile and Drain turned out be something I like).

>3. She happily goes along with jokes & memes

Kanata will tell you she’s not a gorilla and then instantly add a gorilla to her next thumbnail and give you a gorilla emote. She’s happy to go along with the jokes from adopting the Power Point Tenshi name and doing PowerPoint streams to this day. She’ll even play along with the cutting board jokes to the point of complete denial. She’s even the source of her own JUST KANATA meme and posts clips for people to use. As usual, Kanata is patient but please don't spam and read the room though.

>4. She’s shy but proactive

Kanata was always one of the more introverted members who could disguise it well, and if you where to go back her earlier streams, you'd barely recognise her now as she's become so expressive and talkative. She'd always defend playing cards games and chess alone. She even wrote a parody song about it to use as an outro which someone kindly translated. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JN35Vrd9JKc

However one of my favourite things about Kanata is that this doesn't stop her from volunteering and, as cliche as it sounds, trying her best. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VHIeccnwDvQ
As an introvert myself, I love seeing someone improve there social skills and be happy about it. Gives me a little boost to try more myself.

She's gone on to being the team leader at the sports festival. In the last few months we've seen her become Marine and Lamy home care nurse and form some fun trios with Kanaria (Kanata/Flare/Koyori) and Chamatannanora(?) (Kanata/Luna/Haato). She's also a rare one that other shy members are more comfortable with, such as Ayame and Aqua.

>5. Her endurance streams are iconic

She also does endurance streams and has insane mental fortitude. She’s done a 12 hours DK stream with Korone, a 24 hour variety day with Suisei, 12 hour Fall Guys and 20+ hours in Getting Over It and Jump King. Let’s not forget her ridiculous fight with Sans with other members cheering her on.

Since I last made this list she's done her craziest stream getting the illusive blue axolotl which has now become a mascot after 3000 attempts. More recently she completed Super Mario World in a single sitting. She also had a series of baseball game playthroughs which aired at irregular times too which makes it easier for anyone US based to maybe catch some streams at a reasonable time on occasion.

>Bonus. She squeaks when laughs.

It’s very cute and most likely why she has hamster ears alongside her Hamtaro impressions. I would personally adopt hamster Kanata. Also here's a timestamped link to a weirdly professionalIy taken photo of one of her rabbits.

https://youtu.be/yBmoY-m64so?t=573

>> No.42555744 [DELETED] 
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LIKE OSHI LIKE FANS
UGLY OUTSIDE, UGLY INSIDE

>> No.42555745

this is fucking sad
what compels someone to act like this, lack of meds?

>> No.42555747 [DELETED] 

An introduc.tion to Am.ane Ka.nata

>1. Streams in general

Kanata doesn’t use schedules but streams very regularly, she’ll often put up place holders well in advance or tell you on Twitter what the plan is. She used to part of the ‘mystery sleep hours’ gang but seems to favour either an 8pm JST / 11am GMT / 3am PT start. If she's been busy she may start later at 11pm JST/ 2pm GMT / 6am PT or do a twitch space and they last on average between 1-4 hours.

Many of Kanata’s streams are only half gameplay so don't be put off by the length. She likes to chat whilst reading out donations and its genuinely comfy to listen to.

A fun thing that happens is she will instantly lose if she gets too smug. It’s not even a bit, it just happens naturally. Her tsukkomi (straight man) powers have increased tenfold in the last few years. However if you where to ask me what her anime power is, she's the type that comes back stronger every time she's defeated. [Here's early Kanata being bad at Kirby. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i6YVT8Zz6ws

>2. Music

One of the biggest things about Kanata is the crazy amount of effort she puts in to music. She does less karaoke these days due to an ear condition which I won't speculate on here, but she recently started again and even asked for song suggestions on Reddit too. Her cover song output has been crazy. https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLmrA_Ti9HZRwrkSSp1zsmdkBHpXCG-rYC

She mixes, has wrote a group song and does her own backing vocals. Her flexible voice seems to be compatible with most other singers and she can really hold a note. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NeQO9jsWMwE She has a wide range and can switch from cute to cool to a death scream in a moment. Genre-wise she branches out quite often, so there's always something (Fragile and Drain turned out be something I like).

>3. She happily goes along with jokes & memes

Kanata will tell you she’s not a gorilla and then instantly add a gorilla to her next thumbnail and give you a gorilla emote. She’s happy to go along with the jokes from adopting the Power Point Tenshi name and doing PowerPoint streams to this day. She’ll even play along with the cutting board jokes to the point of complete denial. She’s even the source of her own JUST KANATA meme and posts clips for people to use. As usual, Kanata is patient but please don't spam and read the room though.

>4. She’s shy but proactive

Kanata was always one of the more introverted members who could disguise it well, and if you where to go back her earlier streams, you'd barely recognise her now as she's become so expressive and talkative. She'd always defend playing cards games and chess alone. She even wrote a parody song about it to use as an outro which someone kindly translated. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JN35Vrd9JKc

However one of my favourite things about Kanata is that this doesn't stop her from volunteering and, as cliche as it sounds, trying her best. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VHIeccnwDvQ
As an introvert myself, I love seeing someone improve there social skills and be happy about it. Gives me a little boost to try more myself.

She's gone on to being the team leader at the sports festival. In the last few months we've seen her become Marine and Lamy home care nurse and form some fun trios with Kanaria (Kanata/Flare/Koyori) and Chamatannanora(?) (Kanata/Luna/Haato). She's also a rare one that other shy members are more comfortable with, such as Ayame and Aqua.

>5. Her endurance streams are iconic

She also does endurance streams and has insane mental fortitude. She’s done a 12 hours DK stream with Korone, a 24 hour variety day with Suisei, 12 hour Fall Guys and 20+ hours in Getting Over It and Jump King. Let’s not forget her ridiculous fight with Sans with other members cheering her on.

Since I Iast made this list she's done her craziest stream getting the illusive blue axolotl which has now become a mascot after 3000 attempts. More recently she completed Super Mario World in a single sitting. She also had a series of baseball game playthroughs which aired at irregular times too which makes it easier for anyone US based to maybe catch some streams at a reasonable time on occasion.

>Bonus. She squeaks when laughs.

It’s very cute and most likely why she has hamster ears alongside her Hamtaro impressions. I would personally adopt hamster Kanata. Also here's a timestamped link to a weirdly professionally taken photo of one of her rabbits.
https://youtu.be/yBmoY-m64so?t=573

>> No.42555749

Sometimes I wonder what kind of suffering in life causes these schizos to spam here.

>> No.42555752
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>>42555745
most likely a woman from a third-world country.

>> No.42555753 [DELETED] 

An introduc.tion to Am.ane Ka.nata

>1. Streams in general

Kanata doesn’t use schedules but streams very regularly, she’ll often put up place holders well in advance or tell you on Twitter what the plan is. She used to part of the ‘mystery sleep hours’ gang but seems to favour either an 8pm JST / 11am GMT / 3am PT start. If she's been busy she may start later at 11pm JST/ 2pm GMT / 6am PT or do a twitch space and they last on average between 1-4 hours.

Many of Kanata’s streams are only half gameplay so don't be put off by the length. She likes to chat whilst reading out donations and its genuinely comfy to listen to.

A fun thing that happens is she will instantly lose if she gets too smug. It’s not even a bit, it just happens naturally. Her tsukkomi (straight man) powers have increased tenfold in the last few years. However if you where to ask me what her anime power is, she's the type that comes back stronger every time she's defeated. [Here's early Kanata being bad at Kirby. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i6YVT8Zz6ws

>2. Music

One of the biggest things about Kanata is the crazy amount of effort she puts in to music. She does less karaoke these days due to an ear condition which I won't speculate on here, but she recently started again and even asked for song suggestions on Reddit too. Her cover song output has been crazy. https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLmrA_Ti9HZRwrkSSp1zsmdkBHpXCG-rYC

She mixes, has wrote a group song and does her own backing vocals. Her flexible voice seems to be compatible with most other singers and she can really hold a note. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NeQO9jsWMwE She has a wide range and can switch from cute to cool to a death scream in a moment. Genre-wise she branches out quite often, so there's always something (Fragile and Drain turned out be something I like).

>3. She happily goes along with jokes & memes

Kanata will tell you she’s not a gorilla and then instantly add a gorilla to her next thumbnail and give you a gorilla emote. She’s happy to go along with the jokes from adopting the Power Point Tenshi name and doing PowerPoint streams to this day. She’ll even play along with the cutting board jokes to the point of complete denial. She’s even the source of her own JUST KANATA meme and posts clips for people to use. As usual, Kanata is patient but please don't spam and read the room though.

>4. She’s shy but proactive

Kanata was always one of the more introverted members who could disguise it well, and if you where to go back her earlier streams, you'd barely recognise her now as she's become so expressive and talkative. She'd always defend playing cards games and chess alone. She even wrote a parody song about it to use as an outro which someone kindly translated. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JN35Vrd9JKc

However one of my favourite things about Kanata is that this doesn't stop her from volunteering and, as cliche as it sounds, trying her best. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VHIeccnwDvQ
As an introvert myself, I love seeing someone improve there social skills and be happy about it. Gives me a little boost to try more myself.

She's gone on to being the team leader at the sports festivaI. In the last few months we've seen her become Marine and Lamy home care nurse and form some fun trios with Kanaria (Kanata/Flare/Koyori) and Chamatannanora(?) (Kanata/Luna/Haato). She's also a rare one that other shy members are more comfortable with, such as Ayame and Aqua.

>5. Her endurance streams are iconic

She also does endurance streams and has insane mental fortitude. She’s done a 12 hours DK stream with Korone, a 24 hour variety day with Suisei, 12 hour Fall Guys and 20+ hours in Getting Over It and Jump King. Let’s not forget her ridiculous fight with Sans with other members cheering her on.

Since I last made this list she's done her craziest stream getting the illusive blue axolotl which has now become a mascot after 3000 attempts. More recently she completed Super Mario World in a single sitting. She also had a series of baseball game playthroughs which aired at irregular times too which makes it easier for anyone US based to maybe catch some streams at a reasonable time on occasion.

>Bonus. She squeaks when laughs.

It’s very cute and most likely why she has hamster ears alongside her Hamtaro impressions. I would personally adopt hamster Kanata. Also here's a timestamped link to a weirdly professionally taken photo of one of her rabbits.
https://youtu.be/yBmoY-m64so?t=573

>> No.42555754

>Bottom of barrel like Mel can have an album
>Bottom of barrel like Luna can get solo sponsorship from Yamaha
>Mid tier Holos like Watame and Okayu can have solo lives
If your oshi does absolutely nothing, it's on her, either she focuses on something else, or simply a lazy piece of shit

>> No.42555757

>>42555703
shishiron kawaii

>> No.42555760

>>42555749
see >>42555744

>> No.42555762

holocels

>> No.42555763

>>42555704
>What now? The real schizo was deleted abd banned for ban evading. But what happened to my posts and thread? Huh? Still up!
What about these posts?
>>42555413
>>42555401
>>42555389
>>42555371
>>42555360
>>42555347
>>42555331
>>42555316
>>42555307
>>42555294
>>42555277
>>42555267
>>42555250
>>42555240
>>42555220
>>42555203
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>>42555167
>>42555157
>>42555143
>>42555129
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>>42555100
>>42555089
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>>42554946
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>> No.42555767 [DELETED] 

I WANT TO LICK TOKINO SORA'S ARMPITS!
I WANT TO LICK ROBOCO'S ARMPITS!
I WANT TO LICK SAKURA MIKO'S ARMPITS!
I WANT TO LICK HOSHIMACHI SUISEI'S ARMPITS!
I WANT TO LICK AZKI'S MARRIED ARMPITS!
I WANT TO LICK YOZORA MEL'S ARMPITS!
I WANT TO LICK SHIRAKAMI FUBUKI'S ARMPITS!
I WANT TO LICK NATSUIRO MATSURI'S ARMPITS!
I WANT TO LICK AKI ROSENTHAL'S ARMPITS!
I WANT TO LICK AKAI HAATO'S ARMPITS!
I WANT TO LICK MINATO AQUA'S ARMPITS!
I WANT TO OBLITERATE MURASAKI SHION'S MESUGAKI CUNNY!
I WANT TO LICK NAKIRI AYAME'S ARMPITS!
I WANT TO LICK YUZUKI CHOCO'S ARMPITS!
I WANT TO LICK OOZORA SUBARU'S ARMPITS!
I WANT TO LICK OOKAMI MIO'S ARMPITS!
I WANT TO LICK NEKOMATA OKAYU'S STOMACH!
I WANT TO LICK INUGAMI KORONE'S ARMPITS!
I WANT TO LICK USADA PEKORA'S ARMPITS!
I DON'T WANT TO FUCK URUHA RUSHIA!
I WANT TO LICK SHIRANUI FLARE'S ARMPITS!
I WANT TO LICK SHIROGANE NOEL'S UNDERBOOB SWEAT!
I WANT TO LICK HOUSHOU MARINE'S ARMPITS!
I WANT TO LICK AMANE KANATA'S ARMPITS!
I WANT TO LICK KIRYU COCO'S ARMPITS!
I WANT TO LICK TSUNOMAKI WATAME'S ARMPITS!
I WANT TO LICK TERIYAKI TONGA'S ARMPITS!
I WANT TO LICK HIMEMORI LUNA'S ARMPITS!
I WANT TO LICK YUKIHANA LAMY'S ARMPITS!
I WANT TO LICK MOMOSUZU NENE'S ARMPITS!
I WANT TO LICK SHISHIRO BOTAN'S ARMPITS!
I WANT TO LICK OMARU POLKA'S ARMPITS!
I WANT TO LICK MANO ALOE'S ARMPITS!
I WANT TO LICK LA+ DARKNESS' ARMPITS!
I WANT TO LICK TAKANE LUI'S ARMPITS!
I WANT TO LICK HAKUI KOYORI'S ARMPITS!
I WANT TO LICK SAKAMATA CHLOE ALL OVER!
I WANT TO LICK KAZAMA IROHA'S ARMPITS!
I DON'T WANT TO LICK MORI CALLIOPE'S ARMPITS!
I DON'T WANT TO LICK NAKADASHI KIARA'S ARMPITS!
I DON'T WANT TO LICK NINOMAE INA'NIS' ARMPITS!
I DON'T WANT TO LICK GAWR GURA'S ARMPITS!
I DON'T WANT TO LICK AMELIA WATSON'S ARMPITS!
I DON'T WANT TO LICK IRYS' ARMPITS!
I DON'T WANT TO LICK CERES FAUNA'S ARMPITS!
I DON'T WANT TO LICK OURO KRONII'S ARMPITS!
I DON'T WANT TO LICK NANASHI MUMEI'S ARMPITS!
I DON'T WANT TO LICK HAKOS BAELZ'S ARMPITS!
I DON'T WANT TO LICK THE BROWN GRADUATED ONE'S ARMPITS!
I DON'T WANT TO LICK AYUNDA RISU'S ARMPITS!
I DON'T WANT TO LICK MOONA HOSHINOVA'S ARMPITS!
I DON'T WANT TO LICK AIRANI IOFIFTEEN'S ARMPITS!
I DON'T WANT TO LICK KUREIJI OLLIE'S ARMPITS!
I DON'T WANT TO LICK ANYA MELFISSA'S ARMPITS!
I DON'T WANT TO LICK PAVOLA REINE'S ARMPITS!
I WANT TO FUCK POCHI-MAMA!
I DON'T WANT TO LICK VESTIA ZETA'S ARMPITS!
I DON'T WANT TO LICK KAELA KOVALSKIA'S ARMPITS!
I DON'T WANT TO LICK KOBO KANAERU'S ARMPITS!

>> No.42555766

Watame needs to be my wife

>> No.42555773 [DELETED] 

I WANT TO LICK TOKINO SORA'S ARMPITS!
I WANT TO LICK ROBOCO'S ARMPITS!
I WANT TO LICK SAKURA MIKO'S ARMPITS!
I WANT TO LICK HOSHIMACHI SUISEI'S ARMPITS!
I WANT TO LICK AZKI'S MARRIED ARMPITS!
I WANT TO LICK YOZORA MEL'S ARMPITS!
I WANT TO LICK SHIRAKAMI FUBUKI'S ARMPITS!
I WANT TO LICK NATSUIRO MATSURI'S ARMPITS!
I WANT TO LICK AKI ROSENTHAL'S ARMPITS!
I WANT TO LICK AKAI HAATO'S ARMPITS!
I WANT TO LICK MINATO AQUA'S ARMPITS!
I WANT TO OBLITERATE MURASAKI SHION'S MESUGAKI CUNNY!
I WANT TO LICK NAKIRI AYAME'S ARMPITS!
I WANT TO LICK YUZUKI CHOCO'S ARMPITS!
I WANT TO LICK OOZORA SUBARU'S ARMPITS!
I WANT TO LICK OOKAMI MIO'S ARMPITS!
I WANT TO LICK NEKOMATA OKAYU'S STOMACH!
I WANT TO LICK INUGAMI KORONE'S ARMPITS!
I WANT TO LICK USADA PEKORA'S ARMPITS!
I DON'T WANT TO FUCK URUHA RUSHIA!
I WANT TO LICK SHIRANUI FLARE'S ARMPITS!
I WANT TO LICK SHIROGANE NOEL'S UNDERBOOB SWEAT!
I WANT TO LICK HOUSHOU MARINE'S ARMPITS!
I WANT TO LICK AMANE KANATA'S ARMPITS!
I WANT TO LICK KIRYU COCO'S ARMPITS!
I WANT TO LICK TSUNOMAKI WATAME'S ARMPITS!
I WANT TO LICK TERIYAKI TONGA'S ARMPITS!
I WANT TO LICK HIMEMORI LUNA'S ARMPITS!
I WANT TO LICK YUKIHANA LAMY'S ARMPITS!
I WANT TO LICK MOMOSUZU NENE'S ARMPITS!
I WANT TO LICK SHISHIRO BOTAN'S ARMPITS!
I WANT TO LICK OMARU POLKA'S ARMPITS!
I WANT TO LICK MANO ALOE'S ARMPITS!
I WANT TO LICK LA+ DARKNESS' ARMPITS!
I WANT TO LICK TAKANE LUI'S ARMPITS!
I WANT TO LICK HAKUI KOYORI'S ARMPITS!
I WANT TO LICK SAKAMATA CHLOE ALL OVER!
I WANT TO LICK KAZAMA IROHA'S ARMPITS!
I DON'T WANT TO LICK MORI CALLIOPE'S ARMPITS!
I DON'T WANT TO LICK NAKADASHI KIARA'S ARMPITS!
I DON'T WANT TO LICK NINOMAE INA'NIS' ARMPITS!
I DON'T WANT TO LICK GAWR GURA'S ARMPITS!
I DON'T WANT TO LICK AMELIA WATSON'S ARMPITS!
I DON'T WANT TO LICK IRYS' ARMPITS!
I DON'T WANT TO LICK CERES FAUNA'S ARMPITS!
I DON'T WANT TO LICK OURO KRONII'S ARMPITS!
I DON'T WANT TO LICK NANASHI MUMEI'S ARMPITS!
I DON'T WANT TO LICK HAKOS BAELZ'S ARMPITS!
I DON'T WANT TO LICK THE BROWN GRADUATED ONE'S ARMPITS!
I DON'T WANT TO LICK AYUNDA RISU'S ARMPITS!
I DON'T WANT TO LICK MOONA HOSHINOVA'S ARMPITS!
I DON'T WANT TO LICK AIRANI IOFIFTEEN'S ARMPITS!
I DON'T WANT TO LICK KUREIJI OLLIE'S ARMPITS!
I DON'T WANT TO LICK ANYA MELFISSA'S ARMPITS!
I DON'T WANT TO LICK PAVOLA REINE'S ARMPITS!
I WANT TO FUCK POCHI-MAMA!
I DON'T WANT TO LICK VESTIA ZETA'S ARMPITS!
l DON'T WANT TO LICK KAELA KOVALSKIA'S ARMPITS!
I DON'T WANT TO LICK KOBO KANAERU'S ARMPITS!

>> No.42555774

holokeks

>> No.42555777

pekora and the other holo's saw gura and inna and none of them commented on her looking cute. she must be ugly

>> No.42555779

WHO IS KIARA? A PHOENIX WRESTLER, NOT HOLOLIVE
WHO IS MORI? A MORBIDLY OBESE CONNOR CUMDUMP, NOT HOLOLIVE
WHO IS AMELIA? NEET'S CUM SLAVE, NOT HOLOLIVE
WHO IS INA? A FUCKING GOOK, NOT HOLOLIVE
WHO IS GURA? JAY'S CUMDUMP, NOT HOLOLIVE
WHO IS BAE? A FUCKING CHINKSTRA, NOT HOLOLIVE
WHO IS KRONII? A TRANNY GOOK, NOT HOLOLIVE
WHO IS FAUNA? EDDIE'S WHORE, NOT HOLOLIVE
WHO IS MUMEI? MARCEL'S CUMSOCK, NOT HOLOLIVE

>> No.42555782 [DELETED] 

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Tower...
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T-pain...
Tonga...
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Twintails...
Twap...
Tonegawa...
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Twamalamadingdong...
Tunguska...
Twintower...
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Twinkie...
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Tabletennis...
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>> No.42555785
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>>42555754
>muh album
What is the point if nobody is buying them lol

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>> No.42555789

>>42555785
how did okayu do?

>> No.42555790
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>>42555664
...

>> No.42555791

>>42555763
Kanata woke up in a cornfield.

>> No.42555792

>Pekora stream ends
>Thread turns to shit
Just a coincidence, I'm sure.

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Towa...

>> No.42555799

https://twitter.com/Panna_Cotta45/status/1617492476079771648
Easy Friend

>> No.42555801

No dog please don't leave me with these schizos...

>> No.42555803 [DELETED] 

Towa.Kanata Iiked her coffee iced. Every morning she’d fight her way through the maze of empty cardboard boxes that occupied most of the square footage of her apartment. When she'd find the freezer, she’d grab a handful of ice, crush it into smithereens, and sprinkle them into her Gorilla Gulp coffee cup. She liked to read mail flyers when she had her morning coffee. At worst, they entertained her. At best, they led to interesting experiences. On one particular morning, she found herself scanning an advertisement for a calligraphy instructor. Attached at the bottom was a cut-out coupon for one free calligraphy lesson. Kanata read the copy aloud, just for the heck of it. “‘Sakamata’s sublime script-supplements succor students seeking soulful satisfaction. P.S. No refunds.’” She paused and let the words slither in the air. “What the hell kinda name is ‘Sakamata’?” She picked up an apple and crushed it in her right hand over her open mouth and let the juice drip into her gullet. When the unfortunate fruit was little more than skin and pulp, she threw it over her shoulder where it hit a tower of cardboard boxes, knocking them over with a crash. “Calligraphy could be fun,” she said after wiping the apple juice from her chin. She tore the coupon off the flyer. At the appointed time, Kanata found herself the only student in a small recreation center classroom, sized for knitting circles and small book clubs. She sat at a writing desk feeling like she was in middle school again. There was a blackboard on the wall in front of her and someone had drawn a doodle of a killer whale encircled by stink lines and flies. Kanata was in the midst of deciphering the doodle when the code was cracked by an odor so foul it brought tears to her eyes faster than stubbing her toe while watching the beginning of Pixar’s Up. She jumped to her feet, knocking over her chair, and rushed to open a window. In her desperation, she forgot to unlock the latch and, with the strength of a cyber-enhanced silverback, broke the frame, window, and wall all in one go. The fresh outside air that gushed in diluted the smell just enough to breathe, and Kanata regained enough composure to curse the frailty of humankind and their feeble constructions. Behind her, the door swung wide and a silver-haired young woman wearing a black hood stood in the doorway like a bounty hunter after kicking in the swinging gates of an old-time saloon. After studying Kanata with the sangfroid of a trained killer, she said, “Is that a draught I feel?” Kanata looked back behind her at the gaping hole in the wall. She spun back around. “That was there when I got here.” “I see.” The young woman studied her from across the classroom for a few calculated moments, then shrugged and walked in and up to the blackboard. In a less murderous tone of voice, she asked, “Are you here for the lessons?” Kanata scampered back to her desk like a child sprinting for the Christmas tree on Christmas morning. She righted her chair, sat down, and interlaced her fingers on top of the desk. "Yes.” The young woman smiled at her. “Have you had calligraphy lessons before?” “No, this is my first time.” “How nice.” The young woman stared out of the hole in the wall. “I remember my first lesson. I had a disagreement with the instructor.” She laughed and looked at Kanata. “They called my writing messy. Can you believe that? Some people don’t deserve eyes if they can’t recognize elegance when they see it.” The word ‘DANGER’ ran screaming, sirens blazing, over the tarmac of Kanata’s mind. She laughed nervously and gave a dry cough. “Yeah, some people can be real jerks.” The young woman gave her a smile that was the equivalent of a cyanide-laced sugar pie. “Let’s hope you’re not one of them.” She turned and began scratching her name on the blackboard with a piece of white chalk. When Kanata saw the end result, she just could not help herself. “Dear God, is that an incantation to Baal, Lord of Lies, written in the nigh indecipherable tongue of the ancient Phoenicians? I’m afraid to even attempt to pronounce it lest I summon some slumbering demon from the Dark Dimension. Like, are you serious? Did you make that abomination on purpose? ‘Cause, if you did, you should work for the Secret Service Intelligence Agency by coming up with codes and ciphers. I doubt there’s a cryptologist alive that could solve that enigma. I’m speechless. I really am. I’ve seen slime trails left by snails with more legibility than that. Where does language even stand in the aftermath of this cataclysm? If you wanna know what I thi—” Kanata woke up in a cornfield.

>> No.42555802

>>42555792
Kill yourself.

>> No.42555805

Watame don't go...

>> No.42555806

Watame, don't leave...

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Watame... Farewell, my love.

>> No.42555809

Do-do-don't leave me, Watame...

>> No.42555810 [DELETED] 

WHO IS KIARA? A PHOENIX WRESTLER, NOT HOLOLIVE
WHO IS MORI? A MORBIDLY OBESE CONNOR CUMDUMP, NOT HOLOLIVE
WHO IS AMELIA? NEET'S CUM SLAVE, NOT HOLOLIVE
WHO IS INA? A FUCKING GOOK, NOT HOLOLIVE
WHO IS GURA? JAY'S CUMDUMP, NOT HOLOLIVE
WHO IS BAE? A FUCKING CHINKSTRA, NOT HOLOLIVE
WHO IS KRONII? A TRANNY GOOK, NOT HOLOLIVE
WHO IS FAUNA? EDDIE'S WHORE, NOT HOLOLIVE
WHO IS MUMEI? MARCEL'S CUMSOCK, NOT HOLOLIVE

WHO IS KIARA? A PHOENIX WRESTLER, NOT HOLOLIVE
WHO IS MORI? A MORBIDLY OBESE CONNOR CUMDUMP, NOT HOLOLIVE
WHO IS AMELIA? NEET'S CUM SLAVE, NOT HOLOLIVE
WHO IS INA? A FUCKING GOOK, NOT HOLOLIVE
WHO IS GURA? JAY'S CUMDUMP, NOT HOLOLIVE
WHO IS BAE? A FUCKING CHINKSTRA, NOT HOLOLIVE
WHO IS KRONII? A TRANNY GOOK, NOT HOLOLIVE
WHO IS FAUNA? EDDIE'S WHORE, NOT HOLOLIVE
WHO IS MUMEI? MARCEL'S CUMSOCK, NOT HOLOLIVE

WHO IS KIARA? A PHOENIX WRESTLER, NOT HOLOLIVE
WHO IS MORI? A MORBIDLY OBESE CONNOR CUMDUMP, NOT HOLOLIVE
WHO IS AMELIA? NEET'S CUM SLAVE, NOT HOLOLIVE
WHO IS INA? A FUCKING GOOK, NOT HOLOLIVE
WHO IS GURA? JAY'S CUMDUMP, NOT HOLOLIVE
WHO IS BAE? A FUCKING CHINKSTRA, NOT HOLOLIVE
WHO IS KRONII? A TRANNY GOOK, NOT HOLOLIVE
WHO IS FAUNA? EDDIE'S WHORE, NOT HOLOLIVE
WHO IS MUMEI? MARCEL'S CUMSOCK, NOT HOLOLIVE

WHO IS KIARA? A PHOENIX WRESTLER, NOT HOLOLIVE
WHO IS MORI? A MORBIDLY OBESE CONNOR CUMDUMP, NOT HOLOLIVE
WHO IS AMELIA? NEET'S CUM SLAVE, NOT HOLOLIVE
WHO IS INA? A FUCKING GOOK, NOT HOLOLIVE
WHO IS GURA? JAY'S CUMDUMP, NOT HOLOLIVE
WHO IS BAE? A FUCKING CHINKSTRA, NOT HOLOLIVE
WHO IS KRONII? A TRANNY GOOK, NOT HOLOLIVE
WHO IS FAUNA? EDDIE'S WHORE, NOT HOLOLIVE
WHO IS MUMEI? MARCEL'S CUMSOCK, NOT HOLOLIVE

>> No.42555812

>>42555795
>file deleted

>> No.42555814
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Unfortunately, the mentally handicapped decided that this general is their home.

>> No.42555815

Watame woke up in a cornfield.

>> No.42555816

>>42555810
based

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>>42555805
>>42555806
>>42555808
>>42555809
LOSER

>> No.42555821

>>42555802
So aggressive, I wonder why...

>> No.42555822

Tokoyami C. Towa

>> No.42555823

Towa woke up in my bed.

>> No.42555824 [DELETED] 
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When I wake up, well, I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the Towa who wakes up next to you
When I go out, yeah, I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the Toi who goes along with you
If I get drunk, well, I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the Twappi who gets drunk next to you
And if I haver, yeah, I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the Torre who's haverin' to you

But I would walk five hundred miles
And I would walk five hundred more
Just to be the Twoa who walked a thousand
Miles to fall down at your door

When I'm workin', yes, I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the Tortellini who's workin' hard for you
And when the money comes in for the work I do
I'll pass almost every penny on to you
When I come home (when I come home), oh, I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the Tortuga who comes back home to you
And if I grow old, well, I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the Tower who's growin' old with you

But I would walk five hundred miles
And I would walk five hundred more
Just to be the Topaz who walked a thousand
Miles to fall down at your door

Da-da da da (Da-da da da)
Da-da da da (Da-da da da)
Da-da dum diddy dum diddy dum diddy da da da
Da-da da da (Da-da da da)
Da-da da da (Da-da da da)
Da-da dum diddy dum diddy dum diddy da da da

When I'm lonely, well, I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the TMD who's lonely without you
And when I'm dreamin', well, I know I'm gonna dream
I'm gonna dream about the time when I'm with you
When I go out (when I go out), well, I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the Towato who goes along with you
And when I come home (when I come home), yes, I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the Toga who comes back home with you
I'm gonna be the Towasha who's comin' home with you

But I would walk five hundred miles
And I would walk five hundred more
Just to be the Twi who walked a thousand
Miles to fall down at your door

Da-da da da (Da-da da da)
Da-da da da (Da-da da da)
Da-da dum diddy dum diddy dum diddy da da da
Da-da da da (Da-da da da)
Da-da da da (Da-da da da)
Da-da dum diddy dum diddy dum diddy da da da
Da-da da da (Da-da da da)
Da-da da da (Da-da da da)
Da-da dum diddy dum diddy dum diddy da da da
Da-da da da (Da-da da da)
Da-da da da (Da-da da da)
Da-da dum diddy dum diddy dum diddy da da da

And I would walk five hundred miles
And I would walk five hundred more
Just to be the Towanda who walked a thousand
Miles to fall down at your door

>> No.42555825

>>42555814
The new jannies really want to kick us all to /vt/ by making the threads unusable

>> No.42555827

>>42555810
All true except Fauna and Mumei who are currently gfs, as exposed a month ago

>> No.42555828
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brrrrrrrrrrrrt

>> No.42555830

>>42555752
>woman
there are no women on the internet

>> No.42555831

>>42555821
Kill yourself retard.

>> No.42555834

>>42555785
>bouquet
>hololive idol project
what was this again

>> No.42555835 [DELETED] 

When I wake up, well, I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the Towa who wakes up next to you
When I go out, yeah, I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the Toi who goes along with you
If I get drunk, well, I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the Twappi who gets drunk next to you
And if I haver, yeah, I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the Torre who's haverin' to you

But I would walk five hundred miles
And I would walk five hundred more
Just to be the Twoa who walked a thousand
Miles to fall down at your door

When I'm workin', yes, I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the Tortellini who's workin' hard for you
And when the money comes in for the work I do
I'll pass almost every penny on to you
When I come home (when I come home), oh, I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the Tortuga who comes back home to you
And if I grow old, well, I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the Tower who's growin' old with you

But I would walk five hundred miles
And I would walk five hundred more
Just to be the Topaz who walked a thousand
Miles to fall down at your door

Da-da da da (Da-da da da)
Da-da da da (Da-da da da)
Da-da dum diddy dum diddy dum diddy da da da
Da-da da da (Da-da da da)
Da-da da da (Da-da da da)
Da-da dum diddy dum diddy dum diddy da da da

When I'm lonely, well, I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the TMD who's lonely without you
And when I'm dreamin', well, I know I'm gonna dream
I'm gonna dream about the time when I'm with you
When I go out (when I go out), well, I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the Towato who goes along with you
And when I come home (when I come home), yes, I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the Toga who comes back home with you
I'm gonna be the Towasha who's comin' home with you

But I would walk five hundred miles
And I would walk five hundred more
Just to be the Twi who walked a thousand
Miles to fall down at your door

Da-da da da (Da-da da da)
Da-da da da (Da-da da da)
Da-da dum diddy dum diddy dum diddy da da da
Da-da da da (Da-da da da)
Da-da da da (Da-da da da)
Da-da dum diddy dum diddy dum diddy da da da
Da-da da da (Da-da da da)
Da-da da da (Da-da da da)
Da-da dum diddy dum diddy dum diddy da da da
Da-da da da (Da-da da da)
Da-da da da (Da-da da da)
Da-da dum diddy dum diddy dum diddy da da da

And I would walk five hundred miles
And I would walk five hundred more
Just to be the Towanda who waIked a thousand
Miles to fall down at your door

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>>42555825
never leaving lol

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I CAN'T BELIEVE I'M FUCKING DEAD WHAT THE FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK

>> No.42555844

Dead hours. Finally, I can leave this hell hole.

>> No.42555845 [DELETED] 

When I wake up, well, I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the Towa who wakes up next to you
When I go out, yeah, I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the Toi who goes along with you
If I get drunk, well, I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the Twappi who gets drunk next to you
And if I haver, yeah, I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the Torre who's haverin' to you

But I would walk five hundred miles
And I would walk five hundred more
Just to be the Twoa who walked a thousand
Miles to fall down at your door

When I'm workin', yes, I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the Tortellini who's workin' hard for you
And when the money comes in for the work I do
I'll pass almost every penny on to you
When I come home (when I come home), oh, I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the Tortuga who comes back home to you
And if I grow old, well, I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the Tower who's growin' old with you

But I would walk five hundred miles
And I would walk five hundred more
Just to be the Topaz who waIked a thousand
Miles to fall down at your door

Da-da da da (Da-da da da)
Da-da da da (Da-da da da)
Da-da dum diddy dum diddy dum diddy da da da
Da-da da da (Da-da da da)
Da-da da da (Da-da da da)
Da-da dum diddy dum diddy dum diddy da da da

When I'm lonely, well, I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the TMD who's lonely without you
And when I'm dreamin', well, I know I'm gonna dream
I'm gonna dream about the time when I'm with you
When I go out (when I go out), well, I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the Towato who goes along with you
And when I come home (when I come home), yes, I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the Toga who comes back home with you
I'm gonna be the Towasha who's comin' home with you

But I would walk five hundred miles
And I would walk five hundred more
Just to be the Twi who walked a thousand
Miles to fall down at your door

Da-da da da (Da-da da da)
Da-da da da (Da-da da da)
Da-da dum diddy dum diddy dum diddy da da da
Da-da da da (Da-da da da)
Da-da da da (Da-da da da)
Da-da dum diddy dum diddy dum diddy da da da
Da-da da da (Da-da da da)
Da-da da da (Da-da da da)
Da-da dum diddy dum diddy dum diddy da da da
Da-da da da (Da-da da da)
Da-da da da (Da-da da da)
Da-da dum diddy dum diddy dum diddy da da da

And I would walk five hundred miles
And I would walk five hundred more
Just to be the Towanda who walked a thousand
Miles to fall down at your door

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>>42555824
Towa...

>> No.42555849

>>42555810
So irys is fine then?

>> No.42555850 [DELETED] 

Suisei and Miko are a lesbian couple. One day, while out walking with Astel and his dog, the two girls noticed something strange about the dog. It seemed to be looking at them with a certain intensity, and it was almost as if it was trying to communicate something to them. The two girls were intrigued, and decided to investigate further. After some time, they realized that the dog was actually trying to tell them that it wanted to have sex with them. At first, the two girls were a bit taken aback by the suggestion, but after some thought, they decided to go for it. They took the dog back to Astel's house and proceeded to have a wild night of passion with it. The dog was surprisingly gentle and attentive, and it seemed to enjoy every moment of the experience. Suisei and Miko were both amazed at how pleasurable it was, and they both agreed that they would do it again. From then on, whenever Astel was away, Suisei and Miko would sneak back to his house and have sex with his dog. It became their little secret, and they both enjoyed it immensely.
Suisei and Miko are a lesbian couple. One day, while out walking with Astel and his dog, the two girls noticed something strange about the dog. It seemed to be looking at them with a certain intensity, and it was almost as if it was trying to communicate something to them. The two girls were intrigued, and decided to investigate further. After some time, they realized that the dog was actually trying to tell them that it wanted to have sex with them. At first, the two girls were a bit taken aback by the suggestion, but after some thought, they decided to go for it. They took the dog back to Astel's house and proceeded to have a wild night of passion with it. The dog was surprisingly gentle and attentive, and it seemed to enjoy every moment of the experience. Suisei and Miko were both amazed at how pleasurable it was, and they both agreed that they would do it again. From then on, whenever Astel was away, Suisei and Miko would sneak back to his house and have sex with his dog. It became their little secret, and they both enjoyed it immensely.
Suisei and Miko are a lesbian couple. One day, while out walking with Astel and his dog, the two girls noticed something strange about the dog. It seemed to be looking at them with a certain intensity, and it was almost as if it was trying to communicate something to them. The two girls were intrigued, and decided to investigate further. After some time, they realized that the dog was actually trying to tell them that it wanted to have sex with them. At first, the two girls were a bit taken aback by the suggestion, but after some thought, they decided to go for it. They took the dog back to Astel's house and proceeded to have a wild night of passion with it. The dog was surprisingly gentle and attentive, and it seemed to enjoy every moment of the experience. Suisei and Miko were both amazed at how pleasurable it was, and they both agreed that they would do it again. From then on, whenever Astel was away, Suisei and Miko would sneak back to his house and have sex with his dog. It became their little secret, and they both enjoyed it immensely.

>> No.42555852

Nousagi are seething especially hard today because they couldn't keep up with the new coconut picking quotas at work today. Understandable.

>> No.42555857 [DELETED] 

An introduc.tion to Am.ane Ka.nata

>1. Streams in general

Kanata doesn’t use schedules but streams very regularly, she’ll often put up place holders well in advance or tell you on Twitter what the plan is. She used to part of the ‘mystery sleep hours’ gang but seems to favour either an 8pm JST / 11am GMT / 3am PT start. If she's been busy she may start later at 11pm JST/ 2pm GMT / 6am PT or do a twitch space and they last on average between 1-4 hours.

Many of Kanata’s streams are only half gameplay so don't be put off by the length. She likes to chat whilst reading out donations and its genuinely comfy to listen to.

A fun thing that happens is she will instantly lose if she gets too smug. It’s not even a bit, it just happens naturally. Her tsukkomi (straight man) powers have increased tenfold in the last few years. However if you where to ask me what her anime power is, she's the type that comes back stronger every time she's defeated. [Here's early Kanata being bad at Kirby. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i6YVT8Zz6ws

>2. Music

One of the biggest things about Kanata is the crazy amount of effort she puts in to music. She does less karaoke these days due to an ear condition which I won't speculate on here, but she recently started again and even asked for song suggestions on Reddit too. Her cover song output has been crazy. https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLmrA_Ti9HZRwrkSSp1zsmdkBHpXCG-rYC

She mixes, has wrote a group song and does her own backing vocals. Her flexible voice seems to be compatible with most other singers and she can really hold a note. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NeQO9jsWMwE She has a wide range and can switch from cute to cool to a death scream in a moment. Genre-wise she branches out quite often, so there's always something (Fragile and Drain turned out be something I like).

>3. She happily goes along with jokes & memes

Kanata will tell you she’s not a gorilla and then instantly add a gorilla to her next thumbnail and give you a gorilla emote. She’s happy to go along with the jokes from adopting the Power Point Tenshi name and doing PowerPoint streams to this day. She’ll even play along with the cutting board jokes to the point of complete denial. She’s even the source of her own JUST KANATA meme and posts clips for people to use. As usual, Kanata is patient but please don't spam and read the room though.

>4. She’s shy but proactive

Kanata was always one of the more introverted members who could disguise it well, and if you where to go back her earlier streams, you'd barely recognise her now as she's become so expressive and talkative. She'd always defend playing cards games and chess alone. She even wrote a parody song about it to use as an outro which someone kindly translated. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JN35Vrd9JKc

However one of my favourite things about Kanata is that this doesn't stop her from volunteering and, as cliche as it sounds, trying her best. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VHIeccnwDvQ
As an introvert myself, I love seeing someone improve there social skills and be happy about it. Gives me a little boost to try more myself.

She's gone on to being the team leader at the sports festival. In the last few months we've seen her become Marine and Lamy home care nurse and form some fun trios with Kanaria (Kanata/Flare/Koyori) and Chamatannanora(?) (Kanata/Luna/Haato). She's also a rare one that other shy members are more comfortable with, such as Ayame and Aqua.

>5. Her endurance streams are iconic

She also does endurance streams and has insane mental fortitude. She’s done a 12 hours DK stream with Korone, a 24 hour variety day with Suisei, 12 hour Fall Guys and 20+ hours in Getting Over It and Jump King. Let’s not forget her ridiculous fight with Sans with other members cheering her on.

Since I last made this list she's done her craziest stream getting the illusive blue axolotl which has now become a mascot after 3000 attempts. More recently she completed Super Mario World in a single sitting. She also had a series of baseball game playthroughs which aired at irregular times too which makes it easier for anyone US based to maybe catch some streams at a reasonable time on occasion.

>Bonus. She squeaks when laughs.

It’s very cute and most likely why she has hamster ears alongside her Hamtaro impressions. I would personally adopt hamster Kanata. Also here's a timestamped link to a weirdly professionalIy taken photo of one of her rabbits.

https://youtu.be/yBmoY-m64so?t=573

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>> No.42555860

Pekora got another gold while Miko still has 0 gold this year. Yup, I know who to blame for this. nijiniggers

>> No.42555863

>>42555849
Yes

>> No.42555864
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prrrrrrrbbrrrrrt

>> No.42555865 [DELETED] 

An introduc.tion to Am.ane Ka.nata

>1. Streams in general

Kanata doesn’t use schedules but streams very regularly, she’ll often put up place holders well in advance or tell you on Twitter what the plan is. She used to part of the ‘mystery sleep hours’ gang but seems to favour either an 8pm JST / 11am GMT / 3am PT start. If she's been busy she may start later at 11pm JST/ 2pm GMT / 6am PT or do a twitch space and they last on average between 1-4 hours.

Many of Kanata’s streams are only half gameplay so don't be put off by the length. She likes to chat whilst reading out donations and its genuinely comfy to listen to.

A fun thing that happens is she will instantly lose if she gets too smug. It’s not even a bit, it just happens naturally. Her tsukkomi (straight man) powers have increased tenfold in the last few years. However if you where to ask me what her anime power is, she's the type that comes back stronger every time she's defeated. [Here's early Kanata being bad at Kirby. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i6YVT8Zz6ws

>2. Music

One of the biggest things about Kanata is the crazy amount of effort she puts in to music. She does less karaoke these days due to an ear condition which I won't speculate on here, but she recently started again and even asked for song suggestions on Reddit too. Her cover song output has been crazy. https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLmrA_Ti9HZRwrkSSp1zsmdkBHpXCG-rYC

She mixes, has wrote a group song and does her own backing vocals. Her flexible voice seems to be compatible with most other singers and she can really hold a note. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NeQO9jsWMwE She has a wide range and can switch from cute to cool to a death scream in a moment. Genre-wise she branches out quite often, so there's always something (Fragile and Drain turned out be something I like).

>3. She happily goes along with jokes & memes

Kanata will tell you she’s not a gorilla and then instantly add a gorilla to her next thumbnail and give you a gorilla emote. She’s happy to go along with the jokes from adopting the Power Point Tenshi name and doing PowerPoint streams to this day. She’ll even play along with the cutting board jokes to the point of complete denial. She’s even the source of her own JUST KANATA meme and posts clips for people to use. As usuaI, Kanata is patient but please don't spam and read the room though.

>4. She’s shy but proactive

Kanata was always one of the more introverted members who could disguise it well, and if you where to go back her earlier streams, you'd barely recognise her now as she's become so expressive and talkative. She'd always defend playing cards games and chess alone. She even wrote a parody song about it to use as an outro which someone kindly translated. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JN35Vrd9JKc

However one of my favourite things about Kanata is that this doesn't stop her from volunteering and, as cliche as it sounds, trying her best. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VHIeccnwDvQ
As an introvert myself, I love seeing someone improve there social skills and be happy about it. Gives me a little boost to try more myself.

She's gone on to being the team leader at the sports festival. In the last few months we've seen her become Marine and Lamy home care nurse and form some fun trios with Kanaria (Kanata/Flare/Koyori) and Chamatannanora(?) (Kanata/Luna/Haato). She's also a rare one that other shy members are more comfortable with, such as Ayame and Aqua.

>5. Her endurance streams are iconic

She also does endurance streams and has insane mental fortitude. She’s done a 12 hours DK stream with Korone, a 24 hour variety day with Suisei, 12 hour Fall Guys and 20+ hours in Getting Over It and Jump King. Let’s not forget her ridiculous fight with Sans with other members cheering her on.

Since I last made this list she's done her craziest stream getting the illusive blue axolotl which has now become a mascot after 3000 attempts. More recently she completed Super Mario World in a single sitting. She also had a series of baseball game playthroughs which aired at irregular times too which makes it easier for anyone US based to maybe catch some streams at a reasonable time on occasion.

>Bonus. She squeaks when laughs.

It’s very cute and most likely why she has hamster ears alongside her Hamtaro impressions. I would personally adopt hamster Kanata. Also here's a timestamped link to a weirdly professionalIy taken photo of one of her rabbits.

https://youtu.be/yBmoY-m64so?t=573

>> No.42555866

https://youtu.be/YjYah0sQNxM

>> No.42555869

Next thread will be considerably worse

>> No.42555870

>>42555860
You have to go back

>> No.42555874

>>42555870
never leaving

>> No.42555875

I would hate it if I found out my oshi had been with specific men, but I like to know she likes men in the abstract because then I have a chance (which will obviously happen one day when I become a rich tech CEO with no effort on my part). No women are 100% straight, but women fall into two categories: likes men and girls, or turbo lesbos.
Confirmed interested in men and girls:
Marine (My oshi)
Lateplus
Confirmed turbo lesbos 男 嫌い:
Miko
Kanata
Supposedly interested in men but sounds like beard cover stories:
Mori and her "little man" thing (the one irl story she told had an obvious turbo lesbo subtext), awkward around women like a true turbo lesbo
The late Coco (kiryu kazama is her virtual beard)

>> No.42555876

>>42555860
umm based

>> No.42555877 [DELETED] 

An introduc.tion to Am.ane Ka.nata

>1. Streams in general

Kanata doesn’t use schedules but streams very regularly, she’ll often put up place holders well in advance or tell you on Twitter what the plan is. She used to part of the ‘mystery sleep hours’ gang but seems to favour either an 8pm JST / 11am GMT / 3am PT start. If she's been busy she may start later at 11pm JST/ 2pm GMT / 6am PT or do a twitch space and they last on average between 1-4 hours.

Many of Kanata’s streams are only half gameplay so don't be put off by the length. She likes to chat whilst reading out donations and its genuinely comfy to listen to.

A fun thing that happens is she will instantly lose if she gets too smug. It’s not even a bit, it just happens naturally. Her tsukkomi (straight man) powers have increased tenfold in the last few years. However if you where to ask me what her anime power is, she's the type that comes back stronger every time she's defeated. [Here's early Kanata being bad at Kirby. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i6YVT8Zz6ws

>2. Music

One of the biggest things about Kanata is the crazy amount of effort she puts in to music. She does less karaoke these days due to an ear condition which I won't speculate on here, but she recently started again and even asked for song suggestions on Reddit too. Her cover song output has been crazy. https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLmrA_Ti9HZRwrkSSp1zsmdkBHpXCG-rYC

She mixes, has wrote a group song and does her own backing vocals. Her flexible voice seems to be compatible with most other singers and she can really hold a note. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NeQO9jsWMwE She has a wide range and can switch from cute to cool to a death scream in a moment. Genre-wise she branches out quite often, so there's always something (Fragile and Drain turned out be something I like).

>3. She happily goes along with jokes & memes

Kanata will tell you she’s not a gorilla and then instantly add a gorilla to her next thumbnail and give you a gorilla emote. She’s happy to go along with the jokes from adopting the Power Point Tenshi name and doing PowerPoint streams to this day. She’ll even play along with the cutting board jokes to the point of complete denial. She’s even the source of her own JUST KANATA meme and posts clips for people to use. As usual, Kanata is patient but please don't spam and read the room though.

>4. She’s shy but proactive

Kanata was always one of the more introverted members who could disguise it well, and if you where to go back her earlier streams, you'd barely recognise her now as she's become so expressive and talkative. She'd always defend playing cards games and chess alone. She even wrote a parody song about it to use as an outro which someone kindly translated. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JN35Vrd9JKc

However one of my favourite things about Kanata is that this doesn't stop her from volunteering and, as cliche as it sounds, trying her best. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VHIeccnwDvQ
As an introvert myself, I love seeing someone improve there social skills and be happy about it. Gives me a Iittle boost to try more myself.

She's gone on to being the team leader at the sports festival. In the last few months we've seen her become Marine and Lamy home care nurse and form some fun trios with Kanaria (Kanata/Flare/Koyori) and Chamatannanora(?) (Kanata/Luna/Haato). She's also a rare one that other shy members are more comfortable with, such as Ayame and Aqua.

>5. Her endurance streams are iconic

She also does endurance streams and has insane mental fortitude. She’s done a 12 hours DK stream with Korone, a 24 hour variety day with Suisei, 12 hour Fall Guys and 20+ hours in Getting Over It and Jump King. Let’s not forget her ridiculous fight with Sans with other members cheering her on.

Since I last made this list she's done her craziest stream getting the illusive blue axolotl which has now become a mascot after 3000 attempts. More recently she completed Super Mario World in a single sitting. She also had a series of baseball game playthroughs which aired at irregular times too which makes it easier for anyone US based to maybe catch some streams at a reasonable time on occasion.

>Bonus. She squeaks when laughs.

It’s very cute and most likely why she has hamster ears alongside her Hamtaro impressions. I would personally adopt hamster Kanata. Also here's a timestamped link to a weirdly professionalIy taken photo of one of her rabbits.

https://youtu.be/yBmoY-m64so?t=573

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>> No.42555882

just got here, what made heimins so cocky?

>> No.42555883

/Ka.nata/i

>> No.42555885

>>42555882
hymens broke

>> No.42555888 [DELETED] 

An introduc.tion to Am.ane Ka.nata

>1. Streams in general

Kanata doesn’t use schedules but streams very regularly, she’ll often put up place holders well in advance or tell you on Twitter what the plan is. She used to part of the ‘mystery sleep hours’ gang but seems to favour either an 8pm JST / 11am GMT / 3am PT start. If she's been busy she may start later at 11pm JST/ 2pm GMT / 6am PT or do a twitch space and they last on average between 1-4 hours.

Many of Kanata’s streams are only half gameplay so don't be put off by the length. She likes to chat whilst reading out donations and its genuinely comfy to listen to.

A fun thing that happens is she will instantly lose if she gets too smug. It’s not even a bit, it just happens naturally. Her tsukkomi (straight man) powers have increased tenfold in the last few years. However if you where to ask me what her anime power is, she's the type that comes back stronger every time she's defeated. [Here's early Kanata being bad at Kirby. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i6YVT8Zz6ws

>2. Music

One of the biggest things about Kanata is the crazy amount of effort she puts in to music. She does less karaoke these days due to an ear condition which I won't speculate on here, but she recently started again and even asked for song suggestions on Reddit too. Her cover song output has been crazy. https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLmrA_Ti9HZRwrkSSp1zsmdkBHpXCG-rYC

She mixes, has wrote a group song and does her own backing vocals. Her flexible voice seems to be compatible with most other singers and she can really hold a note. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NeQO9jsWMwE She has a wide range and can switch from cute to cool to a death scream in a moment. Genre-wise she branches out quite often, so there's always something (Fragile and Drain turned out be something I like).

>3. She happily goes along with jokes & memes

Kanata will tell you she’s not a gorilla and then instantly add a gorilla to her next thumbnail and give you a gorilla emote. She’s happy to go along with the jokes from adopting the Power Point Tenshi name and doing PowerPoint streams to this day. She’ll even play along with the cutting board jokes to the point of complete denial. She’s even the source of her own JUST KANATA meme and posts clips for people to use. As usual, Kanata is patient but please don't spam and read the room though.

>4. She’s shy but proactive

Kanata was always one of the more introverted members who could disguise it well, and if you where to go back her earlier streams, you'd barely recognise her now as she's become so expressive and talkative. She'd always defend playing cards games and chess alone. She even wrote a parody song about it to use as an outro which someone kindly translated. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JN35Vrd9JKc

However one of my favourite things about Kanata is that this doesn't stop her from volunteering and, as cliche as it sounds, trying her best. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VHIeccnwDvQ
As an introvert myself, I love seeing someone improve there social skills and be happy about it. Gives me a little boost to try more myself.

She's gone on to being the team leader at the sports festival. In the last few months we've seen her become Marine and Lamy home care nurse and form some fun trios with Kanaria (Kanata/Flare/Koyori) and Chamatannanora(?) (Kanata/Luna/Haato). She's also a rare one that other shy members are more comfortable with, such as Ayame and Aqua.

>5. Her endurance streams are iconic

She also does endurance streams and has insane mental fortitude. She’s done a 12 hours DK stream with Korone, a 24 hour variety day with Suisei, 12 hour Fall Guys and 20+ hours in Getting Over It and Jump King. Let’s not forget her ridiculous fight with Sans with other members cheering her on.

Since I last made this list she's done her craziest stream getting the illusive blue axolotl which has now become a mascot after 3000 attempts. More recently she completed Super Mario World in a single sitting. She also had a series of baseball game playthroughs which aired at irregular times too which makes it easier for anyone US based to maybe catch some streams at a reasonable time on occasion.

>Bonus. She squeaks when laughs.

It’s very cute and most likely why she has hamster ears alongside her Hamtaro impressions. I would personally adopt hamster Kanata. Also here's a timestamped link to a weirdly professionalIy taken photo of one of her rabbits.
https://youtu.be/yBmoY-m64so?t=573

>> No.42555889

>>42555880
POV: You are Mumei

>> No.42555890 [DELETED] 

An introd.uc.tion to Am.ane Ka.nata

>1. Streams in general

Kanata doesn’t use schedules but streams very regularly, she’ll often put up place holders well in advance or tell you on Twitter what the plan is. She used to part of the ‘mystery sleep hours’ gang but seems to favour either an 8pm JST / 11am GMT / 3am PT start. If she's been busy she may start later at 11pm JST/ 2pm GMT / 6am PT or do a twitch space and they last on average between 1-4 hours.

Many of Kanata’s streams are only half gameplay so don't be put off by the length. She likes to chat whilst reading out donations and its genuinely comfy to listen to.

A fun thing that happens is she will instantly lose if she gets too smug. It’s not even a bit, it just happens naturally. Her tsukkomi (straight man) powers have increased tenfold in the last few years. However if you where to ask me what her anime power is, she's the type that comes back stronger every time she's defeated. [Here's early Kanata being bad at Kirby. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i6YVT8Zz6ws

>2. Music

One of the biggest things about Kanata is the crazy amount of effort she puts in to music. She does less karaoke these days due to an ear condition which I won't speculate on here, but she recently started again and even asked for song suggestions on Reddit too. Her cover song output has been crazy. https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLmrA_Ti9HZRwrkSSp1zsmdkBHpXCG-rYC

She mixes, has wrote a group song and does her own backing vocals. Her flexible voice seems to be compatible with most other singers and she can really hold a note. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NeQO9jsWMwE She has a wide range and can switch from cute to cool to a death scream in a moment. Genre-wise she branches out quite often, so there's always something (Fragile and Drain turned out be something I like).

>3. She happily goes along with jokes & memes

Kanata will tell you she’s not a gorilla and then instantly add a gorilla to her next thumbnail and give you a gorilla emote. She’s happy to go along with the jokes from adopting the Power Point Tenshi name and doing PowerPoint streams to this day. She’ll even play along with the cutting board jokes to the point of complete denial. She’s even the source of her own JUST KANATA meme and posts clips for people to use. As usual, Kanata is patient but please don't spam and read the room though.

>4. She’s shy but proactive

Kanata was always one of the more introverted members who could disguise it well, and if you where to go back her earlier streams, you'd barely recognise her now as she's become so expressive and talkative. She'd always defend playing cards games and chess alone. She even wrote a parody song about it to use as an outro which someone kindly translated. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JN35Vrd9JKc

However one of my favourite things about Kanata is that this doesn't stop her from volunteering and, as cliche as it sounds, trying her best. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VHIeccnwDvQ
As an introvert myself, I love seeing someone improve there social skills and be happy about it. Gives me a little boost to try more myself.

She's gone on to being the team leader at the sports festival. In the last few months we've seen her become Marine and Lamy home care nurse and form some fun trios with Kanaria (Kanata/Flare/Koyori) and Chamatannanora(?) (Kanata/Luna/Haato). She's also a rare one that other shy members are more comfortable with, such as Ayame and Aqua.

>5. Her endurance streams are iconic

She also does endurance streams and has insane mental fortitude. She’s done a 12 hours DK stream with Korone, a 24 hour variety day with Suisei, 12 hour Fall Guys and 20+ hours in Getting Over It and Jump King. Let’s not forget her ridiculous fight with Sans with other members cheering her on.

Since I last made this list she's done her craziest stream getting the illusive blue axolotl which has now become a mascot after 3000 attempts. More recently she completed Super Mario World in a single sitting. She also had a series of baseball game playthroughs which aired at irregular times too which makes it easier for anyone US based to maybe catch some streams at a reasonable time on occasion.

>Bonus. She squeaks when laughs.

It’s very cute and most likely why she has hamster ears alongside her Hamtaro impressions. I would personally adopt hamster Kanata. Also here's a timestamped link to a weirdly professionalIy taken photo of one of her rabbits.

https://youtu.be/yBmoY-m64so?t=573

>> No.42555891

Kanata is not a lesbian

>> No.42555892

yeah i'm the craziest guy in this thread
i want to have sexual relations with tokoyami towa of hololive fourth generation

>> No.42555895

>>42555892
whoa, I'm crazy too!

>> No.42555898

Kanata is a leech

>> No.42555899 [DELETED] 

Polka yawned, stretching as she walked into the kitchen. The fennec had just woken up about 15 minutes ago, she was still sleepy. Nobody was in the kitchen, she noticed. Polka heard footsteps, it sounded like somebody was rushing towards her. The fennec barely managed to turn around before her face was pushed into Nene's chest. Polka was blushing hard. The blonde was only in her underwear. Why was she half-naked!?

"N-Nenechi!?"

"Happy birthday Omarun!"

The fennec could hear Nene giggling happily as she continued to hold her hostage, Polka's face still in her chest.

"Why are you naked!?"

"I'm not naked, I'm in my underwear."

"Half-naked then, why are you even out here like this!? Someone could see you!"

"Oh, true! This body is for 5th gen's eyes only, be right back!"


Polka pinched the bridge of her nose. Her face was very hot, she was sure that she was resembling a tomato at this point. The fennec sighed, it was too early for this. Polka only had a few minutes of peace before she was ambushed by Nene again, the blonde wrapped her arms around the fennec and held her for a quick moment before kissing her. Polka let out a muffled squeak as her eyes widened. She was being kissed by a hot blonde, this was not how she thought this morning would go! Nene pulled away so the two of them could breathe, then giggled.

"You still get flustered when I kiss you, but we've kissed so many times hehe~"

"Shut up!"

Polka turned her head away, she was embarrassed. The fennec felt Nene take her hand in hers, Polka looked back at the blonde. The girl was staring at her with loving eyes and a big smile on her face.

"Happy birthday!"

"Thank you, Nenechi."

Polka smiled before looking at the hallway to their rooms, the house was pretty quiet.

"Hey, where are Shishiron and Lamy?"

"Mmmmm, they have some things to do at the office, so I have you all to myself!"

"Oh."

Hearing that made Polka disappointed, she was hoping to celebrate her birthday with all of her partners today. Polka frowned as she grabbed a tea package from the little rack next to the microwave. The hearts in Polka's eyes changed into clubs. The fennec squeaked as Nene suddenly tweaked her nose.

"Oi, being sad on your birthday is illegal!"

Polka blinked, her feet were suddenly not touching the floor. Nene had wrapped her arms around her and was lifting her. The fennec yelped as the blonde began spinning.

"Nenechiiii, put me down!"

"Never!"

Polka huffed then turned into her fennec form. The fennec squirmed and slipped out of Nene's hold, before running into the living room, away from her hyperactive partner. She watched as Nene frowned and looked around for her. Suddenly, Polka had an idea. The fennec sneakily crept up behind the girl, and licked the back of her ankle. Nene shrieked in surprise as she jumped, just nearly missing the fennec as she stumbled backward. Polka jumped onto Nene's back and quickly jumped off when the blonde reached for her, the hearts returning to her eyes as she ran from the girl.

"Come back here you silly fennec!"

Polka ran around and onto the other side of the couch from Nene before turning back into her humanoid form. Polka stuck her tongue out teasingly.

"Come get me~"

The two girls continued to run all around the house, sometimes stopping at one piece of furniture and trying to juke each other out by acting as if they were gonna run one way before running the other way. Polka ran back to the couch, stopping at one end while Nene was at the other, just like how they were at the beginning. Polka squeaked as Nene suddenly leaped across the couch, the blonde wrapping her arms around the fennec as she took her with her to the floor. Polka found herself trapped with no way out as Nene straddled her waist with a mischievous look on her face.

"I've got you now!"

Polka shrieked before bursting out laughing when Nene jetted her fingers at her ribs and scribbled, the thin top the fennec was wearing provided almost zero defence from the tickles.

"Nohohahahaha!"

"Hehe~"

Polka squirmed and laughed as she tried to swat Nene's hands away, the blonde was clearly enjoying tormenting her as she continued to scribble her fingers all over Polka's torso with a big smile on her face. After what felt like hours for Polka, Nene finally let her go. Polka was helped to her feet by Nene, Polka felt the blonde rubbing soothing circles on her back as she slowly caught her breath.

"Get ready to go out after breakfast."

Polka looked at Nene with confusion. Why? Did Nene have something planned?

"I'm going to spoil you endlessly today!"

Oh.

>> No.42555902

>>42555898
proof?

>> No.42555906

>>42555882
It's just the usual nousagi meltdown

>> No.42555910
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>> No.42555912 [DELETED] 

Chapter 1: A Chaotic Morning
Polka yawned, stretching as she walked into the kitchen. The fennec had just woken up about 15 minutes ago, she was still sleepy. Nobody was in the kitchen, she noticed. Polka heard footsteps, it sounded like somebody was rushing towards her. The fennec barely managed to turn around before her face was pushed into Nene's chest. Polka was blushing hard. The blonde was only in her underwear. Why was she half-naked!?

"N-Nenechi!?"

"Happy birthday Omarun!"

The fennec could hear Nene giggling happily as she continued to hold her hostage, Polka's face still in her chest.

"Why are you naked!?"

"I'm not naked, I'm in my underwear."

"Half-naked then, why are you even out here like this!? Someone could see you!"

"Oh, true! This body is for 5th gen's eyes only, be right back!"


Polka pinched the bridge of her nose. Her face was very hot, she was sure that she was resembling a tomato at this point. The fennec sighed, it was too early for this. Polka only had a few minutes of peace before she was ambushed by Nene again, the blonde wrapped her arms around the fennec and held her for a quick moment before kissing her. Polka let out a muffled squeak as her eyes widened. She was being kissed by a hot blonde, this was not how she thought this morning would go! Nene pulled away so the two of them could breathe, then giggled.

"You still get flustered when I kiss you, but we've kissed so many times hehe~"

"Shut up!"

Polka turned her head away, she was embarrassed. The fennec felt Nene take her hand in hers, Polka looked back at the blonde. The girl was staring at her with loving eyes and a big smile on her face.

"Happy birthday!"

"Thank you, Nenechi."

Polka smiled before looking at the hallway to their rooms, the house was pretty quiet.

"Hey, where are Shishiron and Lamy?"

"Mmmmm, they have some things to do at the office, so I have you all to myself!"

"Oh."

Hearing that made Polka disappointed, she was hoping to celebrate her birthday with all of her partners today. Polka frowned as she grabbed a tea package from the little rack next to the microwave. The hearts in Polka's eyes changed into clubs. The fennec squeaked as Nene suddenly tweaked her nose.

"Oi, being sad on your birthday is illegal!"

Polka blinked, her feet were suddenly not touching the floor. Nene had wrapped her arms around her and was lifting her. The fennec yelped as the blonde began spinning.

"Nenechiiii, put me down!"

"Never!"

Polka huffed then turned into her fennec form. The fennec squirmed and slipped out of Nene's hold, before running into the living room, away from her hyperactive partner. She watched as Nene frowned and looked around for her. Suddenly, Polka had an idea. The fennec sneakily crept up behind the girl, and licked the back of her ankle. Nene shrieked in surprise as she jumped, just nearly missing the fennec as she stumbled backward. Polka jumped onto Nene's back and quickly jumped off when the blonde reached for her, the hearts returning to her eyes as she ran from the girl.

"Come back here you silly fennec!"

Polka ran around and onto the other side of the couch from Nene before turning back into her humanoid form. Polka stuck her tongue out teasingly.

"Come get me~"

The two girls continued to run all around the house, sometimes stopping at one piece of furniture and trying to juke each other out by acting as if they were gonna run one way before running the other way. Polka ran back to the couch, stopping at one end while Nene was at the other, just like how they were at the beginning. Polka squeaked as Nene suddenly leaped across the couch, the blonde wrapping her arms around the fennec as she took her with her to the floor. Polka found herself trapped with no way out as Nene straddled her waist with a mischievous look on her face.

"I've got you now!"

Polka shrieked before bursting out laughing when Nene jetted her fingers at her ribs and scribbled, the thin top the fennec was wearing provided almost zero defence from the tickles.

"Nohohahahaha!"

"Hehe~"

Polka squirmed and laughed as she tried to swat Nene's hands away, the blonde was clearly enjoying tormenting her as she continued to scribble her fingers all over Polka's torso with a big smile on her face. After what felt like hours for Polka, Nene finally let her go. Polka was helped to her feet by Nene, Polka felt the blonde rubbing soothing circles on her back as she slowly caught her breath.

"Get ready to go out after breakfast."

Polka looked at Nene with confusion. Why? Did Nene have something planned?

"I'm going to spoiI you endlessly today!"

Oh.

>> No.42555913

>>42555902
https://youtu.be/68cwhX_ivaw

>> No.42555914
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>> No.42555920 [DELETED] 

Polka and Nene walked down the streets hand in hand, both with big smiles on their faces. Nene was doing a great job on helping her forget about Botan and Lamy not being with them, the hearts in Polka's eyes hadn't changed to clubs since this morning.

Polka watched as Nene drank some water from her water bottle, the fennec was taking in as much of her beauty as she could. Polka was sure that she could die from an overdose if she stared for too long, Nene was just so gorgeous! A giggle snapped the fennec out of her thoughts, Nene was staring at her with a raised eyebrow and a smirk.

"Are you back yet? I called you like five times!"

"Ah, sorry. I was just really admiring you. You're so pretty, you know?"

Nene stiffened and blushed, her eyes wide. Polka laughed as she turned away to hide her face.

"Mou, you're the birthday girl! I should be spoiling you with compliments, what the heck!?"

"Sorry, sorry."

Polka squeaked as Nene suddenly started shouting and hugging her tightly. People were starting to stare, the fennec noticed as she blushed but made no effort to stop the blonde.

"O-Oi, cut it out, people are looking.."

"Let them look, you're pretty! Omarun is pretty! Omarun is pretty!"

Polka covered Nene's mouth, her face very red and her ears flat from embarrassment. Polka felt something go up her palm, the girl yelped and pulled her hand away from Nene's mouth.

"Did you just lick me!?"

"Maybe~"

Nene teasingly stuck her tongue out and started running off, Polka was quick to chase after her.

"Come back here!"

.

.

Polka sighed as she and Nene sat down on a chair. The two girls had gone to the arcade to play some games. Botan and Lamy still weren't with them, the fennec was really starting to feel disheartened. Maybe they forgot? That wouldn't make any sense though, Botan and Lamy were more excited for her birthday than she was a few days ago! Polka felt Nene begin rubbing soothing circles on her back, she looked at the blonde. Nene was giving her a reassuring smile.

"Don't worry, they'll show up soon."

Polka laid on a bench with her head resting in Nene's lap, her stomach was in knots as her head spinned. The two girls had left the arcade and were now at the amusement park, they had just learned that Polka couldn't really handle fast moving and spinning rides. Polka groaned. Nene gave her a sympathetic smile.

"Sorry Omarun, if I had known I wouldn't have suggested that one."

"Don't worry about it, I actually enjoyed that."

"Even when you're sick now because of it?"

"Yes."

Polka smiled as Nene laughed and shook her head, the blonde's laughter curing her sickness. Polka suddenly shot out of her lap and stood in front of Nene, startling the girl. Polka grinned as she held out her hand.

"Let's go try some more rides?"

"Already? Shouldn't you rest a bit more?"

"Nope! I'm all good to go!"

"Alright then!"

Polka took Nene's hand and began running in the direction of some roller coasters. The fennec could hear her partner laughing at her sudden high energy, she laughed with her.

.

.

Polka was really starting to feel sad, the day was basically over and Botan and Lamy still weren't with them! Nene had kept reassuring her that they would show up, but they never did. Where were those two? Surely what they were doing at the office wouldn't take that long. Did they actually forget about her birthday? Nene was trying her best to keep Polka happy and distracted, but the fennec really couldn't stay happy anymore. Not when her other two partners weren't here with her. Polka sniffed and buried her head in Nene's shoulder.

"Omarun.."

"Did they really forget..?"

"Of course not, how could they!?"

Polka really wished that she could believe her, but she just couldn't. Polka continued to rest in Nene's embrace, her ears were flat against her head from sadness and disappointment. Nene frowned. Polka knew the blonde didn't like to see clubs in her eyes. Polka could feel and hear Nene take out her phone and begin texting someone, she assumed she was giving Botan and Lamy heck for making her sad. After a few minutes of no talking, just dings from Nene's phone and the noises of texting, Nene gently lifted Polka's chin to get her to look at her. The blonde was smiling.

"Let's go to one more place!"

"Do we have to..?"

"Yes! You'll love it, I promise!"

Polka sighed sadly as she's dragged along the streets in the dim light.

>> No.42555921

Kanata woke up in a cornfield.

>> No.42555923

>>42555914
Rendy's POV

>> No.42555925

>>42555913
A
FUCKING
BIRDKUN
VIDEO

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>starts off 2022 with her most popular collab stream that ironically made her depreciate herself
>got covid a day before valentine; her antis start to increase
>voice still destroyed because of covid after a month
>then half a month later, her grandfather, the only family member she hold precious and always talks positively about, died. this was near her return stream
>meanwhile, her house roommate starts to cause problem, making her stream less. more antis.
>got replaced by another angel from another company
>everything comes to light AFTER she explained her moving
>when everything was back to normal, got a new outfit, and more streams, one of her rabbit died
>spent the rest of the year with minimal collab; still gets called a leech by antis
>gets assigned to a song literally named "leech" by deco27
>had one of the most marika streams in 2022, still can't participate in marika yearly tourney because of "something she can't control"
>orisong announcement got leaked and the MV wasn't even the way it supossed to be
>didn't reach any of her 2022 goals(reach 1,5 mil; sing an english song; release an album; be able to proudly say that her room is tidy and clean)
>during all of this, management rarely listens to her, gives the worst advice possible, and made a bunch of stupid mistakes. (morning ppt, 3d ppt shirt, powerpro permission, yakuza fix, stream time, getting scolded for no reason, games to stream, 3dlive audio, schedule, and recently the original mv release)
Is this playing the victim card? Is this all an act? Is this someone that deserves being called a leech? No. Stop Kanatan hate. 2023 will be a better year.

>> No.42555929 [DELETED] 

Polka stared nervously at the building standing tall before her and Nene. The lights in the building were off, aside from the main entrance, which was a bit odd. Why had Nene brought her to the office? She really didn't want to see Botan and Lamy at the moment. The fennec felt Nene place a comforting hand on her shoulder, she looked at the blonde.

"What'cha hesitating for?"

"Do we have to go in..?"

"Yes! This is an absolute must!"

Polka sighed. She REALLY didn't want to see Botan and Lamy right now. Polka turned and wrapped her arms around the blonde instead of going in, trapping Nene in a tight embrace.

"Omarun?"

"Can we stay out here for a bit before going in then..? Please..?"

Nene nodded and wrapped her arms around Polka, gently rubbing her back. The two girls remained there for a few minutes, both enjoying holding each other. Nene rubbed her back soothingly before the two separated.

"Are you ready?"

"I guess.."

The two girls walked hand in hand through the main doors to the building. It was very quiet in the office, the only sound that could be heard were hers and Nene's footsteps. The two girls entered the main lounging room, this room was pitch black. Polka raised an eyebrow as she searched for the lightswitch.

"Why is it so dark in here?"

"Surprise!"

Polka screamed and jumped as the clubs in her eyes changed into stars. She was not expecting 38 people to jump out and shout! She stared at the crowd of people in shock. Everyone from Hololive was here. Gen 0 to HoloX, even A-Chan and Nodoka, and all of them were wearing party hats! The room was decked out with birthday decorations and snacks on the table. Polka jumped again when two sets of hands were placed on her shoulders. It was Botan and Lamy!

"Wh-What-"

"Happy birthday Polka!"

Everyone shouted again in unison, all with massive smiles on their faces. The fennec couldn't believe what she was seeing. Tears began forming and running down her cheeks as she just stared. Botan wiped away her tears, both the lioness and the snow elf were looking at her with concerned expressions.

"What's wrong Omaru?"

Polka startled the two of them as she suddenly hugged them tight and cried. Everyone in the room cheered and clapped.

"You guys are jerks!"

The fennec felt Botan and Lamy hug her back, one of them rubbing her back.

"We're sorry, we would've been with you today but SOMEONE was late to bring the decorations."


Botan and Lamy both turned to glare at Miko, everyone else in the room were giving her judging but amused looks as well. The shrine maiden shrunk under so many stares.

"W-Well I couldn't find any candles!"

"Almost every store has them!"

"I'm sorry!"

Polka burst out laughing, she held her stomach as she laughed for a good minute. Nene, Botan, and Lamy smiled and laughed with her. The fennec suddenly tackled Lamy, the snow elf squeaked as Polka brought Nene and Botan down with her. Polka's eyes were hearts once again.

Polka hummed happily and tiredly as she felt Lamy run her fingers through her hair as Botan brushed her fluffy tail. The fennec was greatly enjoying this moment. 5th gen had returned home about an hour ago and all four of them were currently relaxing on the couch. Polka had Lamy trapped as she laid on top of the snow elf, Botan and Nene being on the other side of the couch. The fennec nuzzled into Lamy and closed her eyes. She heard the snow elf giggle.

"Tired?"

Polka nuzzled into Lamy even more as a response, earning a laugh from her, Nene, and Botan.

"Happy birthday, Omarun."

That was the last thing she heard before sleep took her.

>> No.42555932

Can you just skip to the part where you start spamming wojaks since meidos no longer care what goes on in this shithole?

>> No.42555935 [DELETED] 

>>42555914
WRONG BOARD, BEGGAR

>> No.42555936

ewww it replied to me

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Stop towaposting I don't want to fall in love again...

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kotachin!

>> No.42555947 [DELETED] 

5th gen were no strangers to getting sick. Each of them has had their fair share of colds, it was never bad illnesses. Today was no different, that was what Polka had told herself. The fennec had woken up feeling more tired than she usually does in the morning, along with a headache. The common cold was going around, she knew it was only a matter of time before she picked it up, Nene had it last week. The fennec had some signing to do at the office today, then she had a collab scheduled with her fellow Shiraken members in the evening. Her partners told her to stay home and rest, her manager and friends would understand, but she refused and headed out the door with a smile on her face. Boy, was she ever regretting that.

"Botan is on the way."

Polka felt a hand soothingly rub her back, she sighed as she leaned her head against her companion's shoulder.

"Arigato, Futan."

The fennec felt really horrible. Her body ached and her head was pounding, she felt uncomfortably warm. Polka was really regretting her decision. She let out a whine of misery as her ears flattened against her head. She felt Flare start rubbing her back again.

"Don't worry about the collab, I'm sure the others will understand that you had to cancel."

Polka let out another miserable whine in response. She turned and buried her face in Flare's shoulder, earning a giggle from the half-elf. She felt Flare wrap her arms around her, holding her in a gentle embrace.

"Just rest, Botan will be here soon."

Polka closed her eyes and let sleep take her.


Polka awoke to someone gently shaking her. She opened her eyes and tiredly raised her head, her eyes met Botan's. The lioness gave a gentle smile.

"Just a headache, huh?"

"Shut up."

The fennec closed her eyes again, she was beyond tired. Polka could hear Botan and Flare talking, to her or each other, that she didn't know. She grunted as she was suddenly lifted into Botan's arms.

"Let's get you home."

Sleep slowly took the fennec again as she breathed in her partner's scent.

When the fennec woke up next she was in her own bed, something cool and wet was laying on her forehead. She glanced around the room. Someone was sitting in a chair next to her bed, she noticed. It was Lamy. The snow elf seemed to have sensed someone staring at her, since she looked up from the book she was reading.

"Hi Omarun, how're you feeling?"

Polka groaned and laid her arm across her face, covering her eyes.

"Horrible."

She uncovered her eyes and watched as Lamy sat down on the edge of the bed, she took the cloth from her forehead and sat up when the snow elf grabbed a glass of water and some medicine from the nightstand beside them.

"Take this, it'll help you feel better."

She took the medicine and popped it into her mouth, Lamy helped her drink the water. The fennec laid back down, wincing as the action made her head throb. Lamy smiled sympathetically.

"Shishiron and Nene are out buying groceries, is there anything you want them to pick up?"

"No, but thank you."

Polka sighed as Lamy began to run her fingers through her hair, relaxing to the touch. The fennec closed her eyes and let sleep take her once again.

.

.

Polka opened her eyes when she felt a cool cloth being placed on her forehead, it was Nene. The blonde smiled when she noticed the fennec's eyes on her.

"Konbanwa~"

Polka whined sadly as she rolled onto her side, the cool cloth sliding off of her forehead. She felt the covers shift as Nene sat down to wipe her tears, she didn't know that she had begun to cry.

"What's wrong, Omarun?"

"I don't like being sick."

The fennec felt Nene lift the covers and lay down beside her, she squeaked as the blonde pulled her into a soothing embrace. Nene placed a kiss on her temple.

"You'll feel better soon, I promise."

"You're gonna get sick again."

"It'll be totally worth it."

Polka nuzzled her face into the blonde's chest, earning small but adorable laughter from her. She relaxed when Nene began gently rubbing the back of her head.

"Just sleep, I'll be here".

The fennec listened and closed her eyes, sleep was quick to take her once again.

When she opened her eyes again it was in the middle of the night. All three of her partners were fast asleep in her room, Lamy and Botan had laid out some small futons on the floor while Nene was in the bed with her. A huge smile grew on Polka's face as she took in the sight. She looked at the clock beside her, it read 1:12 AM. Polka sighed as she gently pulled Nene into her embrace, still having a huge smile on her face.

"I love you guys."

>> No.42555948

>>42555882
it's just mukkunschizo trying new tactics, pay it no mind

>> No.42555949

>enters thread
Wtf is all of this spam?

>> No.42555951

>manually spamming pastas, solving captchas every minute and trying to evade filters for hours in a vietnamese nail polishing forum

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and for my next trick i'm going to turn towa into a rabbit

>> No.42555953

It's the moonashart having a meltdown after someone posted a pic of her wedding

>> No.42555954

>>42555949
Meido sanctioned raid, they've finally given up pretending that they care about moderating this shithole so we get the memo that we should leave for /vt/ (never leaving though)

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Towa...

>> No.42555956

it's nijis having meltdown cause their concert got canceled

>> No.42555958

>>42555951
or he has a pass and just uses a script to write posts

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Married whore

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>>42555799
In between the time you posted this and now, this guy's account got suspended and I didn't save the picture...

>> No.42555962

>>42555955
So cool...

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now she's a rabbit
my plan worked

>> No.42555965 [DELETED] 

Nene sighed as she sat down on her bed. She had just got done prepping the vegetables for today's dinner, it was her's and Botan's turn to cook today. It was quiet in the house, Lamy and Botan were still at the office, and Polka.. Well, she just walked in the door. Nene was in the process of standing up to greet her partner before she was knocked over by the fennec. Nene felt the girl wrap her arms around her and hold her tight, as if she was trying to steal warmth from the blonde. Nene smiled.
"Hi Omarun~"

She got a tired hum in response. The blonde giggled as Polka nuzzled her face into her shoulder. Nene gently rubbed the fennec's back.
"Seems like someone is tired."

Another tired hum. Nene giggled again. The two remained on the couch, both holding each other. Nene was really enjoying this moment. Polka isn't too keen on physical contact, she does love to hold her partners but she doesn't do it often. Moments like this were rare. Minutes passed as the two continued to snuggle. Nene's left arm had fallen asleep, the tingling was a weird feeling. The blonde would need to get up soon anyway, so she gently tapped Polka. The fennec's eyes were closed.
"Omarun, I need to get up."

She smiled when Polka opened her eyes and looked into hers. Nene laughed when Polka closed her eyes again and held her tighter.

"Nooo.."

"I need to make dinner soon."

"Soon is soon, not right now.."

Nene laughed more. Damn, her partner was so adorable. Nene kissed the top of her head.

"Fine, a few more minutes."

Nene slowly and gently rubbed Polka's back, she could tell that the fennec was enjoying it. Nene's smile grew even bigger when she noticed Polka smiling a little.
"Kawaii~"

Nene woke to someone gently shaking her and Polka, she opened her eyes to see Lamy and Botan staring at them, both with smirks on their faces. She looked down to find Polka still asleep on top of her.
"It was our turn to cook, did you forget?"

Nene grabbed her phone to check the time. The clock read 8:03 PM, it was way past dinner time.

"Oh.."

It was 1:46 PM in the afternoon and Lamy was currently sitting in front of her PC. She was streaming minecraft. On her monitor it showed her in a cave, looking for ores. Her genmates were probably out of the house, Lamy couldn't hear any noises in their home.

"AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Lamy screamed when a creeper snuck up behind her and exploded, instantly killing her. She huffed as her chat and other hololive members in the server laughed at her.

"Shut up, shut up! Ugh, now I got to get all the way back down there."

Lamy heard some noises outside her room as she was making her way back to her items in the game, the snow elf assumed it was her genmates grabbing something so she thought nothing of it. She looked at her chat, some people were wondering what the noise was.

"Eh? I didn't know you could hear that, it was probably just somebody walking by or something."

>> No.42555966

>>42555959
https://pbs.twimg.com/media/FnJ8yPIaEAEK2Bf?format=jpg&name=orig

>> No.42555968 [DELETED] 

>enter thread and yell
DEATH TO ALL INDOGS, SEAMONKEYS, ENSHARTS AND PAGPAG EATERS
>refuse to elaborate
>leave

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you know what? i don't think next thread will be better. i think it'll be even worse.

>> No.42555972

>>42555966
It gives a blank image, anon. I think Twitter doesn't keep images from banned accounts on their servers anymore, I've seen it happen a few times.

>> No.42555975 [DELETED] 

Lamy shrugged and continued to play the game. A few minutes passed before she heard another sound, her door was opening. Lamy jumped and quickly turned around to see who it was.

"Jeez Omarun, you scared me!"

The fennec didn't reply, she just advanced towards her partner. Lamy raised an eyebrow as the fennec hugged her, she still hadn't said a word.

"Omarun, are you alright?"

Lamy was growing concerned, this wasn't like Polka. Polka wouldn't randomly walk in when someone was streaming and not say anything. Lamy's concern was quickly lessened when she heard a yawn come from her partner.

"Sleepy?"

Polka nodded. Lamy smiled and gently patted the fennec's head. Lamy looked at her chat, everyone was spamming her partner's name and going "awwww". The snow elf was wondering one thing though, why did Polka come to her?

"Hey, why did you come to me?"

"Was lonely.."

"You could've gone to Nenechi or Shishiron."

"They aren't here.."

Polka yawned again, Lamy sighed before smiling. She got up from her seat and guided the fennec to the bed. The snow elf giggled as Polka was asleep almost as soon as her head hit Lamy's pillow. Lamy gently covered her up and kissed her head. Lamy sat down and resumed her game.

.

.

"Should I go with birch wood or oak wood?"

Lamy was in the process of constructing a house in minecraft, the snow elf couldn't pick what wood to use so she was letting her chat decide.

"I'm seeing a lot of birch, is that what we're going with?"


Lamy turned her head to look at her bed when she heard rustling, the fennec had shifted into a different position, still fast asleep. Lamy smiled. Almost 30 minutes had gone by since Polka had barged into her room.

"Yes she's still here, she's sleeping on my bed."

Someone in Lamy's chat had asked if Polka was still there. Lamy smiled as she looked at her sleeping partner once more before her attention was returned to the game.

.

.

Lamy was reading some superchats, she had closed minecraft 22 minutes ago. Lamy giggled as she read a comment in chat, someone had asked if Polka was still sleeping. Lamy turned to look at the fennec and smiled at the sight.

"Yes she is, I should wake her up soon."

.

.

"Omarun~"

Lamy gently shook her partner awake, the snow elf smiled as Polka's tired eyes looked up at her. The girl had just ended her stream before Botan had sent her a text, an early dinner was made.

"It's time to get up, Shishiron made food for us."

Lamy giggled as Polka let out a strange noise, it sounded like she was saying no and mewing at the same time. Polka closed her eyes again. Lamy sighed, still having a smile on her face.

"Alright, five more minutes."

Lamy sat down on her bed beside the sleepy fennec. Only one thing was on her mind, it was how cute her partner was.

"Lamy, love you.."

Lamy's cheeks turned slightly red, the smile on the snow elf's face grew even bigger.

"I love you too, Omarun~"

>> No.42555976

>>42555880
eddie is so lucky

>> No.42555977

>>42555972
Huh, still works for me.
https://litter.catbox.moe/1h78sg.jpg

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>>42555972
No?

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>> No.42555983

>>42555968
Based

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i was kidding, the cannon didn't fire, she is now stuck in the cannnon

>> No.42555987 [DELETED] 

The clock read 11:27 AM as Botan layed on her bed, scrolling through twitter as the sun shone through her window. The lioness was looking at fanart of her and her genmates, she would occasionally leave a reply on the ones she thought were cute. Botan was enjoying the quietness in the house, as unusual as it was for this time of day. Normally, Nene and Polka would be picking on each other while Lamy tried to get them to shut up. Today though, Lamy and Nene were out on a walk, the lioness had no idea what Polka was doing- on second thought, yes she did. The fennec just walked into her room. However, something was off. Polka wasn't as loud as Botan thought she would be, she wasn't loud at all. Botan raised an eyebrow as she studied the fennec. Polka was rubbing her eyes as she looked at the lioness.

"What's up, Omaru?"

"Can we snuggle?"

Botan was caught off guard. It was rare for Polka to snuggle with her partners, let alone ask for it. The lioness nodded as she put her phone down on the nightstand beside her bed, she moved over a bit so there was room for the fennec. Polka got into the bed where Botan made room for her and wrapped her arms around the lioness. Botan smiled and wrapped her arms around the fennec in return, softly purring. The lioness gently rubbed her partner's back, she was very much enjoying this moment. Botan noticed that the fennec had closed her eyes, she placed a kiss on the top of her head. Polka nuzzled the lioness in response. Botan giggled.

"Sleepy?"

"Mhm.."

Botan continued to gently rub Polka's back, she rested her head against the fennec's. The lioness can't help but wonder why Polka is so tired today, did she not get enough sleep? Botan debated on asking, but she didn't want to disturb her partner. The lioness kissed the top of her head again, her soft purrs were the only noise that could be heard.

After a few minutes, Botan picked up her phone. Her free hand continued to rub the fennec's back as she scrolled through YouTube. The lioness looked through her subscriptions to see who was streaming. Surprisingly, quite a few members of Hololive were live at this time of day. Okayu and Korone were doing an off collab, Mio and Fubuki were also doing a collab, all of HoloX were doing their own minecraft streams, and Subaru was on minecraft as well. The lioness lowered the volume, so she wouldn't bother Polka too much, and tapped on Subaru's livestream.

"Do you think they would suspect anything?"

Botan blinked. Subaru was currently in 5th gen's building and was setting up what appears to be a small trap. Maybe she shouldn't watch this stream. The lioness closed Subaru's stream and instead went to Mio and Fubuki's stream.

"No cat! Fox!"

Mio's contagious laughter could be heard from Botan's phone, Botan chuckled. She typed in a comment and sent it. Instantly, their chat went from bullying Fubuki to spamming Botan's name.

"Botan! Hello!"

"Good morning, Botan-chan."

Fubuki and Mio were as polite and lively as ever. Botan smiled and typed another comment. 'I've got a sleepy fennec in my arms currently.'

"That's adorable!"

"Kawaii!"

The chat went speed after Botan mentioned that info, everyone was saying that it was so cute. Botan giggled. The lioness felt Polka shift slightly, her breathing was quiet and steady. Polka's eyes were still closed, Botan noticed.

"Shishiron.."

Botan raised an eyebrow, was Polka asleep or just dozing? After a few minutes of silence, the lioness was sure that her partner was asleep.

"I love you.."

Botan smiled, and gently kissed the top of her head again. The fennec was sleep talking. The lioness found that so cute.

"I love you too, Omaru."

>> No.42555990

>>42555968
based

>> No.42555991

>>42555959
I was just scrolling through to see his retweets like a second ago what the hell

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>> No.42555993

/Lamy/
/Botan/
/Polka/
/Nene/

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>> No.42555997

You just KNOW that this is a /vt/roon meido

>> No.42556000

Is there a fan fiction thread on /vt/? where is it getting this stuff from?

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>>42555910

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>>42555984

>> No.42556007 [DELETED] 

"Lamyoohoo!"

A pale banshee's call echoes from over the winter storm

Drawing attention to the figure whose voice rang out from across the field

And the potted polar bear cub, a snow fairy spirit named for a sweet

The veiled snowstorm shrouds her, the lone Snowflake, from view, in mystery, intrigue

Like a sharp needle in a haystack just waiting to pierce the heart and is about to

Or a diamond in the rough darkness that is coal, given to those on Santa's naughty list

Before a closer look reveals the individual Snowflake accompanied by her familiar

Pure and All-Loving, the sharp needle and diamond intertwined or fused into a single relic


Speaking softly with kindness and a gentle touch, albeit shy and easily flustered


But with a warm embrace only an older sister or a mother could provide

To ensnare her victims with an overly possessive overprotectiveness that smothers

Whenever she is not holding a bottle of alcohol she has yet to drink from unless already is

So she can lead them into the cold country of Unylia, deep in the Arctic or Antarctic south

Inhabited by the Yukimin, Snow People similar to or descended from Falmer, Snow Elves

Where it snows all year round, a perpetually unending Season of Winter

And where the only Fleur grown is Tweeur, growing rebelliously against the hostile snow

That is why it was her mother's favorite and why she wears it in her hair

Preferring inside warmth as opposed to outside because it is too bitter cold for her liking

Going out to barter and trade, selling her Ikebana and calligraphic works of art

Although a breeze carrying a tiny shooting star prompted her to go out more often

Because something wonderful was bound to happen to this Half-Elven Yuki-Onna

Over the Asuenokyokaisen, Tomorrow's Drawing Line

>> No.42556009

>>42555997
It's the moonashart, he's a janny

>> No.42556010

/(.*?\n\n){10,}/

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>>42555977
>>42555979
How do you guys do that? Is firefox at fault here then? What the fuck.

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>> No.42556017

>>42555979
>>42555977
slut

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>>42555914
>>42555937
>>42555969
MARRIED WOMAN SEX

>> No.42556028

>>42556009
yeah yeah I bet
Seeing your oshi getting married really fucks you up huh...who would have guessed

>> No.42556029

This is almost like those Coco/Fubuki spammers that just throw random lines from books in chat

>> No.42556033

>>42556026
Rendy's POV

>> No.42556041

>>42556008
She's too cute...

>> No.42556042

>>42556029
so it's the chinks then? it would make sense since they would be most angry at the niji concerts getting axed

>> No.42556044 [DELETED] 

"Oi You damn rabbit! Where are the carrots this time?! Don't tell me you decided to use them as accessories again!" I shouted in frustration as I wandered around my Magicka Tower while looking for a certain mischievous rabbit.

A few minutes later...

"Gah! Ow! Why did you hit Pekora-peko?!" I crossed my arms as Pekora crouched down in front of me while she held her forehead in pain.

She glared at me with her mesmerizing orange colored eyes while I just smirked at her.

"How many times do I have to tell you that carrots aren't hair accessories?" She only pouted and looked away from me.

"Alright alright, don't be like that. Here, since you wanted carrot as accessories so much, I made these for you."

I held out my hand and opened it, on top my palm was two pairs of orange-colored gem hairpins, shaped exactly how a carrot would be like. They also function as magicka essence storage if ever.

"Ehh? What's this peko? Is the almighty Archmage Enma going to--- OWWW!" I bonked her forehead once again before I sighed and facepalmed at her antics.

"Just take it already Pekora."

She giggled like a child given candy before she placed the hairpins on her twintails. Not gonna lie, they look cute on her.

"Now now, let's not waste anymore time dwadling around Pekora. We have an adventure ahead of us, one that I look forward to." Pekora hummed in response.

I took that as a yes before I looked outside Magicka Tower. The endless expanse of azure and why above and the infinite green fields on the ground, all of it called out to me.

I really should thank Pekora for what she have done for me for the last 8 years. Especially those words she said last night.

It opened my eyes to countless more possibilities that I have never even thought of. The world is a vast place, and I'm sure, out there I will find the meaning of my life.

[Flashback to last night]

"Is this the farthest I can go? Can a mortal really not reach the realms of Divinity? All those years of enacting my revenge brought me here and yet, it seems so dull. What am I missing?" I uttered those words while I looked at the powerful essence fluctuate to and fro in my palms.

I closed my eyes and felt within myself. I can feel it, a barrier or rather a gate is closing off my path. Beyond that gate lies the power of Gods, Divinity.

But then I remembered something, I opened my eyes and once again stared at my palms.

'Why, am I even doing this in the first place? Revenge? That was already fulfilled a long time ago. Power? I have no use for it after I got my revenge on those nobles. So why did I keep on trying to gain more? To rule the world? Ha! I don't even know how to manage my bookshelves and stop Pekora from her pranking craze. Much less ruling the world. I have no more family left in this world, the only survivor of the cursed Fumiyoshi clan. I thought of reviving my clan but that will only bring more tragedy to my already cursed clan, I thought of removing the curse but even someone like me, the so-called "God of Magicka" (As if) are befuddled by its complexity.' These kinds of thoughts continued to linger on my mind for several hours.

"Ugh! This is so frustrating! I am Fumiyoshi Enma, the very first magician to ever touch upon the boundaries of Divine and yet I am having a goddamn existential crisis?! ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!" I couldn't but shout at the heavens before I breathed in lightly and calmed down.

"Ugh no use shouting at those goddamn Gods. At least Death-sensei is tolerable." I muttered to myself as I laid down on the roof with my arms beneath my head.

I stared at the starry night sky in boredom while the question of my purpose keeps repeating in my head. A voice however, decided it was the right time to interrupt my existential crisis. "Oi Enma peko, why are you still awake at this hour peko?"

"Nothing much, just having an existential crisis over being overpowered." I felt a light tap on my head before Pekora sat beside me.

"Heh? You? Overpowered? That's the biggest pekojoke I have heard in my entire life peko." I whipped my head to the side and glared at her. I then found her staring at me smugly and while she munched on a carrot.

Where did she even get that? Also, why the hell is she looking down on me? 'Oh right, I'm laying down on my back'

"Cause it's amusing peko. I don't have much this fun back in my peko homeland peko."

"Oh that's right Your Highness." I smirked as her eyebrows twitched and her rabbit ears bristled at what I said.

"Shut up, you are no better peko. Mr-I-Lost-My-Way-Because-Of-Salt"

"Oi, the salt accident was unintentional okay? Who knew that using Void Magicka to find salt will end up getting me teleported to your chambers." I raised my finger at her to which she blushed at the mention of her chambers.

"You still have to take peko-responsibility of that peko." I groaned as I remembered what happened that time.

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>> No.42556047

>>42556045
Moonashart outed

>> No.42556049

HAHAHAHAH MOONASISTERS NOT LIKE THIS

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I won!

>> No.42556058

It'll ban evade again and be back in the next ten or so minutes btw

>> No.42556060

He's really angry someone posted Moona's wedding pic

>> No.42556062

spectrum 90 having another melty

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REMINDER TO ALL SIDEBRANCHGGERS
gura is a prostitute
https://streamable.com/k7o5na
moona married her ex rendy
https://twitter.com/SalmonBerdebu/status/1619365171499257857
https://streamable.com/haeycn
Kiara got fingered raped by random people on street and enjoyed it
https://files.catbox.moe/bsbfrv.mp4
fauna is Eddy's cumrug
https://files.catbox.moe/6wfjl2.mp4
https://files.catbox.moe/ivsz4e.mp4
https://files.catbox.moe/h85fk6.mp4

>> No.42556072

>>42556054
Literally me fr fr

>> No.42556076

>>42556071
BASED BASED BASED BASED

>> No.42556081

>>42556071
king

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it's mad

>> No.42556086

>>42556071
Spamming again I see, wait until my friend sees this

>> No.42556087

>>42556071
GODLIKE

>> No.42556090

come home nijibros
your company is imploding

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>> No.42556093

>>42556071
Holy based

>> No.42556095

This poster >>42556045 is a known PekoMoon moonashart (who is also a mikoschizo) from the /#/ thread (you can even check the pic's md5). No wonder he's seething right now.

>> No.42556097

>>42556071
poor kiara...

>> No.42556099

>>42556071
Married whore

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>> No.42556110

Confirmed married holos:
Pekora
AZKi
Moona (sidebranch holo)

>> No.42556113

Wait, are they into watersports???
https://youtu.be/i3cHkFffiIY

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>> No.42556137

Just woke up and I haven't read a single post of this thread, describe the thread to me.

>> No.42556139

Who would have thought that Moonafags are so vile

>> No.42556146

https://youtu.be/spHAbzIUC8g
These fucks are more entertaining than actual homos

>> No.42556148

>>42556012
Probably because they opened it before it was deleted and got cached in their browser.

>> No.42556152

>>42556071
That was fast compared to the literal flooding

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ENTER

>> No.42556167

>>42556137
You be happier if you closed the browser.

>> No.42556169

>>42556158
*rolls into Moonas privet parts*

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*Saves the thread*

>> No.42556190

Keep crying, boys

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>>42556187
Stream onegai...

>> No.42556195

>>42556137
PEBOT was really fun
the rest is just spam to intentional incite people, oh yeah there's also Miko talking about naked Mio

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10 years of creampie with Moona

>> No.42556209 [DELETED] 

bashing greenshit head with a wrench

>> No.42556217 [DELETED] 

>>42556208
look at him go !

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10 years of having sex with Moona

>> No.42556220

moona will be the first holo to get pregnant and have a kid. I wouldn't be surprised if she's pregnant right now and thats why they decided to get married. have fun donating her condom money and child support, ID cucks

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>> No.42556224 [DELETED] 

>>42556208
wait did that girl actually get married?

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>>42556224
Yes, not even a narrative

>> No.42556235 [DELETED] 

>>42556224
You tell me.

>> No.42556245 [DELETED] 

>>42556224
yes you fucking dumb ass. don't you see the pics constantly posted here? its fucking undeniable.. just no one cares since no one watches her here and her ID/EN audience are all cucks that don't care either. just one schizo from 2 days ago was trying to rile people up about it but I could give less of a shit

>> No.42556249

WE IN THIS BITCH MARRIED WOMAN SEX BROS
WE EATING GOOD TONIGHT

>> No.42556251 [DELETED] 

>>42556229
But people said Indonesia was a shithole, these houses look better than my town here in Europe...

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It's us!

>> No.42556265

Are indonesian girls into latino guys? Serious question.

>> No.42556269

Holos don't sing enough

>> No.42556273

>>42556265
There are no blanket answers. Some surely are, some surely are not. Not a single one is into ugly latinos though, or broke ones. You have to have something more than just being latino

>> No.42556274 [DELETED] 

>>42556251
you live in eastern europe? thats a shithole too. I'm american and those houses look like they're from a third world country. looks like fucking mexico

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Towa's butt!

>> No.42556277

When the Moonafag starts spamming images you know something upset him. It is always the same routine.

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>> No.42556279

>>42556273
how do you know?

>> No.42556280 [DELETED] 

>>42556245
I don't know anything about Moona so I don't know how a photo of a bunch of browns is supposed to be proof

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>> No.42556282

>>42556264
>posting your yukimin card number on 4chan

>> No.42556287

Do Japanese women like bald white men...

>> No.42556290

>>42556279
Because the same thing applies to literally all people.

>> No.42556291 [DELETED] 

>>42556274
Yeah, Poland...

>> No.42556298

>>42556281
Towawa...

>> No.42556301

>>42556287
No, but being women some of them like money and influence. If a bald white guy can supply that they will do.

>> No.42556304 [DELETED] 

>>42556280
That pic is from her wedding reception

>> No.42556308

>>42556264
fluffy fuck

>> No.42556314

>>42556282
I got this one off Twitter

>> No.42556316

I learned a lot from this thread

>> No.42556321

>>42556195
so actual Hololive has been nice then
all is right in the world

>> No.42556334 [DELETED] 

>>42556245
I do watch Moona, especially the karaokes.

>> No.42556336

I learned everything I know about SEA from this thread

>> No.42556337

>>42556316
Me too
Literally everyone watching sidebranches are schizos

>> No.42556339 [DELETED] 

>>42556251
Unless you're in Bakhmut, Ukraine this is a fuckin lie

>> No.42556342

>>42556337
Most JPs watch sidebranches you know? Like Haachama.

>> No.42556343

>>42556220
What about AZKi and Soracucks?

>> No.42556344 [DELETED] 

>>42556339
>Ukraine
>Europe
Anon...

>> No.42556349

>>42556343
Or Korone's dead children

>> No.42556350

>>42556342
>Literally everyone watching sidebranches are schizos
>Haachama
You sure showed him

>> No.42556351

>>42556343
AZKi's husband only exists to be NTR'd, he hasn't touched her in years and makes her work full time at a black company.

>> No.42556352 [DELETED] 

>>42556304
How do we know that's moona?

>> No.42556355

>>42556351
Nobody said she has to have his child specifically, just get pregnant.

>> No.42556356 [DELETED] 

>>42556344
what the fuck are you even implying here?

>> No.42556358

>>42556355
Yeah with me

>> No.42556359 [DELETED] 

>>42556352
Because she's already been doxxed hundreds of time

>> No.42556360

>>42556220
Miko beat her already.

>> No.42556361 [DELETED] 

>>42556352
We don't, its like picking a random petite american girl and tell everybody here she is Fauna

>> No.42556363

>>42556337
Uh have you seen the yonkisei fanbases??????

>> No.42556366

Smelly dumb EOP scum
That’s what you all are

>> No.42556369 [DELETED] 

>>42556361
What is this cope, we know Moona's face and name irl

>> No.42556371

>>42556351
I seriously wonder if you truly live with this cope or are just making fun for the sake of it.

>> No.42556374

>>42556342
No they watch clips like all the ops

>> No.42556375

Wait wait wait, are you saying having a husband its ok, but having a boyfriend is bad? Tf?

>> No.42556377 [DELETED] 

>>42556352
He just picks a random girl and spams the thread with it

>> No.42556379

>>42556375
We're saying JP good, ID and EN bad

>> No.42556381

>we

>> No.42556382

>>42556375
Virgin: good
Nonvirgin single: whore
Boyfriend: whore
Husband: good

>> No.42556383

>>42556379
All are good tho.

>> No.42556384

>moonafags coping and deflecting
Lmao

>> No.42556385

>>42556379
IRyS is japanese

>> No.42556388

I just had sex with Sakamata. AMA

>> No.42556389

>>42556379
Moona has a jp pass

>> No.42556391

>>42556385
based

>> No.42556393

>>42556360
Miko is a confirmed virgin lesbian

>> No.42556394

>>42556379
Fauna is well respected amongst all JPs, so she has a pass too.

>> No.42556395

Never forget we learned few days ago thanks to Lui collab that Kronii is part Japanese thanks to her grandma.

>> No.42556398

Kronii has a JP pass

>> No.42556401

>>42556363
witch one?
Towa shares 99% of her pag pag eating fanbase with ID
Watamates are harmless finns
Heimin don't attack anyone unprovoked
Lunaitos are....Lunaitos

Which one ????? you sidebranch watching cuck porn jerking shithead

>> No.42556402

>>42556395
kronii's grandma was a whore

>> No.42556403

>>42556395
Doesn't stop her from being council's Mori

>> No.42556404

>>42556395
Well? Then why she behaves like a homoslut then?

>> No.42556405

>>42556395
Zainichi gooks are not japanese

>> No.42556409

I remember having big expectations for Kronii... until she proudly decided to suck homofart cocks

>> No.42556410

Mori
Kronni
Kiara
Irys
Bae

All confirmed JP

>> No.42556412 [DELETED] 

friendly reminder that rui graduated after atm yabe and holox is only 4 now

>> No.42556415

>>42556409
Yeah, I enjoyed her sense of humor and voice for a while, then I started getting a bit bored of her monotone, and then she became a mori

>> No.42556416

You wish, beggar

>> No.42556419

>>42556409
>EN watchers are the ones spamming shart
Naruhodo

>> No.42556420

Nice head canons sideshidfards

>> No.42556421

Pochi
HACHI
Nose
Towa
Ui

All confirmed JP

>> No.42556423

>>42556379
Look at how mad you've made them

>> No.42556426

Have the police found Laplus body yet?

>> No.42556429 [DELETED] 

>Uhhhhh I'm actually 1/32 japanese
shut the fuck up gook mutt

>> No.42556434

I'm going to kiss my oshi and then kill myself

>> No.42556436

35

>> No.42556438 [DELETED] 

>>42556429
kek

>> No.42556441

L

>> No.42556444 [DELETED] 

>>42556429
lol why are mutts like this

>> No.42556448

U

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>> No.42556452

What would you do if you ever found Fauna alone on the streets?

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>> No.42556457 [DELETED] 

Why can’t you guys accept that these women will have relationships away from their job? You’re so fucking deluded

>> No.42556458

>>42556453
Rendy's POV

>> No.42556459

Yukimin won

>> No.42556461

Towa will never be Japanese.

>> No.42556463

WOW, that post made it really MAD

>> No.42556464

>>42556463
Duh, I told ya. He's seething because of it

>> No.42556468

>>42556452
Kiss her, duh

>> No.42556469

>>42556463
Oh you hear the voices in your head too?

>> No.42556476

I'm gonna go jerk off to Flare I hope things get better by the time I'm done

>> No.42556477

Notice how Limpdong only starts seething especially hard when it's about sidebranches (and pekora) lmao

>> No.42556478

>>42556463
Which post?

>> No.42556480

>>42556478
That one

>> No.42556487

You guys are too scared to post now it seems

>> No.42556488

https://twitter.com/tsunomakiwatame/status/1621221586861965314
Sheepposting

>> No.42556489

>>42556477
Well, limpdong is a nousagi from Indonesia.

>> No.42556497

>>42556488
Fucking funniest shit I've ever seen

>> No.42556502

>>42556489
You wish, that's the only justification you have for copy pasting the same shit like a mindless drone for the past 3 years, wong chang ching chong.

>> No.42556503

>>42556489
For being a "nousagi" he sure doesn't mind it when the pekoraschizo goes ballistic.

>> No.42556505

1 Towa

>> No.42556506

>nousachad
>loves EN and ID
>loves to ERP

yeah I'm thinking limpdong is based af

>> No.42556513

qrd on SaKanata collab stream
haven't had the time to watch it yet

>> No.42556515

enshartfaggot blaming nousagi once again when the best this thread has been this year was during the pebot collab earlier.

>> No.42556517

>>42556513
extremely retarded

>> No.42556521

hololive should buy Sana. They don't have loli-type girls anymore

>> No.42556524

>>42556503
He always deletes post shitting on Pekora like the one calling her a turbo whore

>> No.42556526

>>42556358
You'll have a nice mom, anon.

>> No.42556527

>>42556513
sakamatard being retardedly cute and kanataso being kanataso.
https://youtu.be/mUsG-gqbNww?t=2562

>> No.42556528

Bunch of newfags in here

>> No.42556529

>>42556521
Lolis don't stream

>> No.42556530

itt: confirmation bias

>> No.42556532

>>42556527
love these 2 so much, glad they cut out LAMEy

>> No.42556533

>>42556517
>>42556527
sounds like a good time
fuck there's a lot of maikura to watch today

>> No.42556534

>>42556524
>Stop banning me because i'm ban evading
Keep crying schizo faggot

>> No.42556537

>>42556524
Yeah, schizo posts about Pekora are always the only ones to get deleted. All the other stuff stays up

>> No.42556540

>>42556515
And remind me what happened after the Pebot collab again? shitposts all over the thread

>> No.42556545

Next thread...

>> No.42556546

Reminder that "pekoschizo" only does it to become a thread personality and has three phones where he just replies based to himself constantly.

>> No.42556547

Nice thread holobronies

>> No.42556548

>>42556534
Don't be angry limpdong

>> No.42556549

>>42556540
After? WE switched to a different stream, I personally watched kanakuro after. What about you shartfaggot?

>> No.42556550

https://litter.catbox.moe/ntbr0v.jpg

>> No.42556552

i want to see a collab between kanata, rurudo and chloe where kanata got raped at the end of the stream

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>> No.42556557

>>42556488
Why did she green back this one...

>> No.42556558

>>42556549
Suuure nousagi, why are you suddenly getting so defensive?

>> No.42556562

>>42556548
I'm not a janny dipshit, you're just mentally ill

>> No.42556564

>>42556546
based based based

>> No.42556566

I love Yukihana Lamy

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