/jp/ - Otaku Culture

んなああああ

>>42561313
This thread

I love Towa!
ALGS watchalong at 19!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IAJPI3ccElk

BASED MEIDO
THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!!!

THIS ONE FUCK ALL TRIBALISTS

>>42561313
The GOAT, will anyone from Gen 7 surpass her?

>>42561313
why are 2hu sniping our OP now?

>>42561331
I don't think there's any individual who can surpass the Queen.

DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE SEANEGRO JANITOR YOU LET THE THREAD BEING SPAMMED FOR HOURS AND UNMODERATED BUT YOURE HERE TO INSTANT ANY OTHER THREAD WHEN YOUR SEANEGRO FRIENDS MAKE AN OP

Towa...

>>42561335
holy based

I want to cum on Koyo's thighs

Indonesia tanah airku
Tanah tumpah darahku
Di sanalah aku berdiri
Jadi pandu ibuku
Indonesia kebangsaanku
Bangsa dan Tanah Airku
Marilah kita berseru
Indonesia bersatu

Hiduplah tanahku
Hiduplah negriku
Bangsaku Rakyatku semuanya
Bangunlah jiwanya
Bangunlah badannya
Untuk Indonesia Raya

Indonesia Raya
Merdeka Merdeka
Tanahku negriku yang kucinta

Indonesia Raya
Merdeka Merdeka
Hiduplah Indonesia Raya

Indonesia Raya
Merdeka Merdeka
Tanahku negriku yang kucinta

Indonesia Raya
Merdeka Merdeka
Hiduplah Indonesia Raya

can koyo stop singing with the fake voice

>>42561313
BASED OP IMAGE

>>42561335
mad respect for him :)

Get fucked antis
UNITY has won once again

>>42561345

>>42561345
*farts*

>>42561345
Where were you when we needed you?

きｔらあああ

i like kanata because she made koyo happy

>>42561357
post the dick

It's just the op image, chill..

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

I thought it was just shittily drawn flare in the OP oh well
shame that Koyori's archive will be nuked

we can have whatever op we want in /vt/ bros

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

Rhythm Doctor in ~10
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1oBctrSQUOw

>>42561373
ameonna...

今日もかわいい〜

>>42561377
no wonder it's such a garbage board filled with w*jacks and non japanese vchuubas

I never realized test tubes could be lewd.

>>42561383
stream some games you dumb lazy onyon

cute koyori wink

STELLA STELLA

https://twitter.com/yukihanalamy/status/1621446786861899777

STELLA STELLA

>>42561393
those are clearly condoms

>>42561405
That's what I'm sayin

Hey anons, my hard drive died and I lost ALL my hololive images
Can you help me by posting some hololive images?
Thanks :)

Chinpo!

>>42561402
dumb cat can't sleep when she is supposed to be in her own chat
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gT_tuiLv-3Q

I don't want to Yappi...

>>42561409
ww

>>42561408

MEE KOW TEA

>>42561419
i fucked up

debiru doko?

>2023
>still no free as in freedom chuuba

>>42561402
https://twitter.com/yukihanalamy/status/1621447685227298816
This cat...

Towaiting...

best stellar stellar cover

koyori fucked up stellar stellar

>>42561419
>>42561424
kys seanigger

I fucking love outer wilds
more holos need to play it

https://youtu.be/xBMp603PKVI
Kanata will be counting change and chatting in here!!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3qwjgEilUQI
STARTING

>>42561442
cry bitch

>>42561442
MEE KOW TEA

>>42561444
https://youtu.be/3qwjgEilUQI
what the fuck was that URL

>>42561445
Don't care

こんやっぴ～！
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IAJPI3ccElk

Yeah, I'm yapping

Konyappi!

Towa...

Don't watch Towa

Where this "MEE KOW TEA" come from?

It's yappi time!

>>42561445
Stop pretending to like Coco's friend.

KONKANATA
betsusekai is available on joypolis!

konkanata~~

Sex doctor

Lamy is ultra cute

what the fuck is this premiere countdown?

Mio is looking extra seductive today. Her new outfit is pure sex

kanata will never get a credit card.....

>>42561469
We love Coco's friends here
https://youtu.be/p_BBGx-Rs2Q

intense bg

Dogs

>>42561418
Holos who prefer to use free as in freedom software?

Towa sounds really fucking dumb today

konyabber

>>42561499
Is there anyone she won't leech off of?

Towa looks so dumb...

>>42561499
miosha's too much of a stick here to make me hard

Towa sounds so dumb...

konnyamy!

Mio is chinese...

MALES ON TOWA'S STREAM

>>42561499
Reminder that dogs and coyotes are interfertile and Mio could easily bear Koyori's children

GO MIOSHA GO

>>42561466
just some undereage flip spamming random words with miko images attached because he thinks its funny

counting calms kanata down

she posted a new image on instagram

>>42561515

>>42561515
>A coydog is a canid hybrid resulting from a mating between a male coyote and a female dog
This is not information I expected to learn today from this thread of all places

kanata is ngmi....

>>42561504
you

accept your vod, yukimin.

sushi koyori hahaha

Miori...

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.

>>42561539
hopefully they don't bully her off fire emblem engage too...

kanata stop trying to rta a perfect run and just chat...

>>42561515
>>42561528
Holy shit, go back to school already, you skipped biology classes. Wolves aren't dogs and they can't breed naturally, the same as other canids. They're made with the help of medicine and humans, they can't breed otherwise.

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

kanata literally just keeps resetting...

>>42561553
Wait, are you saying I need to mate with a wolf?

>>42561553
I didn't take biology in school...and I don't think they taught dog sex in our school's biology classes...

>>42561553
https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC5919777/
>towa stream
>retards emerge
fuck you

https://youtu.be/PKmCXj4SHfM
what did she mean by this?

>Towa making fun of the white guy wearing a shirt with katakana on it
That's (You)

>>42561522
Projecting much?

>>42561565
I wish

>2,944 watching now
Lamy.................................................................

Damn riajuu...

>>42561564
HAHAHA

Uhhhh
Where are the Minecraft streams?

Towa just sneezed directly into my mouth

Twa...

Towa just sneezed directly into my mouth

Towasamasneeze...

towasamasneeze...

>>42561563
That's clearly a heimin you can tell from his anger at having to correct a kenzoku

kanata hasn't eaten ehomaki today yet

>>42561553
but *ndogs can breed with humans though?

>>42561553
*command my dog to cum on you*

kane-tta

https://twitter.com/shiranuiflare/status/1621441562633977856
she's so autistic

>>42561528
How the fuck you didn't know that?

>>42561564
Haha fubuki is not funny anymore

>>42561600
What do you mean? You don't like the whole WIFE? NO NO NO NO FRIEND! YES

my poor shitty credit score kanatan.....

>>42561573
she is being extremely cute
I first thought she managed to make her hair strand metal colored with the 2D prop but that's just my color blindness kicking in

Which holos know how to astral project?

>open mio stream
>whore outfit
>keep mio stream open

>>42561597
fucked up how she can just blast this yet i would get fired if i posted the same thing on my company account

>>42561419
>>42561424
>>42561450
seriously I see this every thread but where this came from?

>pekora is very kind
WHAT THE FUCK KANATA????

>>42561610
the ones with magic powers

>>42561598
You learn about dog sex in school?

Twaosniff...

my poor kanatan...
just play the game or chat instead of both chatting and playing....

no one cares about that whore hashimoto kanna anymore kanatan...

towautism...

>>42561564
I miss when fubuki was a shitposter

kanata is shitting on smokers.....

>>42561613
Because liking lolis in the west = being a pedophile = actually molesting and raping children

Lamy did it!!

>>42561637
Is this AI generated?

Still no Ayame's tweet.

>>42561613
Every time someone in my friend group praises Japan for its society I mentioned to them that pedophiles are accepted there and they shut up pretty quickly.

>valorant

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

>>42561643
Towa... Korone... Pekora...

It's been 886 days since Mano Aloe "graduated"

I will always remember her

ALOE LOVE

Who's gonna be coming for the loli stream later? Most of the usual suspects have a stream

https://twitter.com/shiranuiflare/status/1621451872275161088
Flare is a cute white girl.

Still no Ayame's feet.

>>42561653
That image was made way before ai art even existed.

>manager turned SC on against Kanata's wishes
wow mane-chan is a money hungry whore

>>42561661
ALOE LOVE

>>42561661
ALOE LOVE

>>42561660
>>42561661
>flipschizo posting at same time with pc and phone

>>42561662
There are no active lolis in hololive

CEOtaso...

Towa keeps mentioning Astel out of nowhere...
Are they...?

>>42561617
I already said its just an underage flipnig spamming le funny words with miko images attached

Futa holo when?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V2SUVgAOQZw
I want a comforting gozaru gf so bad

>>42561685
kys flipschizo go spam your miko images attached

Twap's dumb laugh...

kanata is not mentally ill

>>42561693
Dating :)

>>42561691
who's recording the video...

>>42561702
35homosucker aka coconut catcher

No good stream is up, fucking boring

>>42561704
Me

>>42561675
Meds

>>42561692
Unfortunately likely never. The only chance is a hyena holo, and I don't see them doing that

>>42561704
me

We love boring streams here

>>42561704

>>42561692
Towa...

>>42561692
Towa banana

TwiSM...

>>42561721
no way the fat fuck is this ta

towasamalose...

>>42561730
ta...

>>42561721

naked kanata...

debutaso

>buffering even when watching at 360p

Towa has more viewers than the stream she's mirroring

naked and fat kanatan...

>>42561675
Nigga don't lump me in with the MASStard lol

>Towa doesn't TSM to win
>TSM wins

>>42561758
FreeSM is too strong...

>>42561758
T buff...

Towa
Shit
Manure

kanata wants to know what heimins do in their alone time

Moonasharts are having a meltdown again

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9jAvReB_6xA
2hubros?!?!??!!

Kanatan...

>>42561771
what the fuck

>>42561686
Stop projecting

>>42561771
i love subaru now

>>42561771
Thanks Marine

Looks like Kenzoku were the ones behind all the shitposting.
Watafinns name has been cleared.

>ctrl-w [Deleted]
なーほーね

>indonesia
>kimono
??????????????

>>42561748
I can't wait for some caster to come out and say she's stealing views from the main event.

I love Twa's dumb laugh...

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

>>42561792
Maybe they should just accept the Towa

>>42561748
That's pretty common actually, except for very huge events like TI.

>deleted
Projecting kenzoflip outed looool

>>42561785
>>42561789
It's a falseflagger, kenzokus are most ggoodest posters here

>>42561785
it's always kenzoku

>>42561688
this lamy looks better

>>42561804
so nanoka?

>deleted
Flipzoku thinking they can beat Indonesia
MERDEKA

>kenzocucks
>good posters
so thats why the majority of you went to /vt/
KEK

>>42561790
Rightful Japanese clay

Towa...

>game window moves around
I'd love to see how this looks from Mio's end.

my poor amanekanatachi...

>obviously a falseflagger
NOOOOOOO ITS A KENZOKU I-ITS ALWAYS THE KENZOKUS NOOO

>>42561819
Stop ban evading

Towa is 3 things

kenzoku should be bullied back to their discord

>>42561827
Torii...

Kenzopagpag status?

That was a kenzoflip?
Philippines has full of weird people, huh.
t. kenzoflip

>>42561748
jp viewers are probably watching b stream. fnatic and cr are there.

>>42561827
Towawawa...

>>42561836
APACN is on the main stream today

>>42561792
nah she gets official perms from the people she's mirroring.

>>42561748
Towa is the biggest name in that whole thing so it is given

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, this is my first time.”

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

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

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

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

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

Kanata woke up in a cornfield.

>>42561846
stop flooding your trash

>>42561836
cr is on the stream towa is watching

Oh great the retarded spammer is back

>Falseflagger gets outed
>Spam starts again
I see...

>>42561852
every time

Twap... What the fuck...

10 years of having sex with Moona

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, this is my first time.”

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

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

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

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

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

Kanata woke up in a cornfield.

>>42561827
https://files.catbox.moe/bt6p7s.webm

kanata seriously loves women too much...

Mio is but a wingman for these couples...

>Kenzoflip trying blame THE KANATA
You will never win

Kid-friendly Kanataso

watch this

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cHgfFyyMXf4
kazamatai get in here

Lamy is an insane person

Towa sounds like a woman...

bye

>>42561850
whoops, you're right. it's fnatic and pvx on b.

Married leeching whore

Towaposters are not Kenzoku They're evil!!!!
Real Kenzoku are nice and kind
Please don't let them ruin our image!

>>42561871
>2022

>>42561884
and nothing has changed

towaposters keep doing what you're doing to filter the eops

test

>>42561597
i'd get put on a list if i say this

>>42561886
this generation sure seems to cause ass pain in these threads
I wonder what it is about them that causes it

>>42561889
to filter.....themselves?

>>42561902
4 is an unlucky number

>>42561661
https://streamable.com/fwzemn

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, this is my first time.”

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

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

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

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

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

Kanata woke up in a cornfield.

>>42561890
damn nijifriends are going to get mad

>>42561901

Pokobe is fucking sexy bros...

>>42561876
nah she is just a normal cat elf

The rumour (which is true) is that me and Eroha are dating.

>>42561906
holox and gen 5 both have 4 members.

It's a nousagi falseflagging. This nousagi ritualposter >>42561794 suspiciously posted his ritualpost after meido deleted the other shitposts. It's ALWAYS them.

heimin posters > kenzocucks

Kanata woke up in a cornfield.

pulverex bros...

>>42561908
you lost jpbro :)

>>42561901
>Luna's hand not crooked
The artist had ONE job

iroha cant sing lmao

>>42561920
Sankisei & Yonkisei....

That was really good and the video was great too.

Started! Get in here 2hubros!!!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9jAvReB_6xA

OTSUKANATA today's not her day

Give Mio one task and she'll do it perfectly. Give her two and she quickly crumbles...

otsu nyamy

this does weird things to my penor miofas.....

>>42561941
GET THE FUCK BACK HERE SHE IS READING SC TODAY

>>42561934
Gen 7 may as well just debut with 6 members since one of them will graduate anyway

>>42561939
Twachuli...

wish i can still play 2hu...

>>42561921
take your meds /#/fag i just woke up and havent even brushed my teeth yet i still taste gross spit in my mouth

Great cover, good choice of song from police piccadily

>>42561950
Gokisei is the 7th gen no need for Gen7

mio should sing Howring on the First Take
she will btfo suisei

Kanata woke up in a cornfield

Subaru is too loud

>>42561947
Mio's rhythm game streams are always pretty sexual. Well, except the trombone one.

damn, exo with back to back wins from good positioning

Eeeh? easy modo?

https://youtu.be/pMqqMiyuuwE Ponpoko is so fucking cute..
I wish we had kemono holo..

Easy modo??!! Subau??

this tsuba is a mistake

>only gen with no graduated members
How are they so powerful?

Subaru my ears...

the innocence of a first time touhou player

>>42561984
I mean 3 of them might as well have graduated at this point.

Towa was picking her nose when she muted...

>>42561785
>the first one to post about deleted posts
You're clearly the one who made those posts on purpose to get deleted because racism and the all x fanbase posts were also deleted too and then you proceeded to do the epic callout with this posts thinking you can blame x fanbase for all bad posts here.
B-but someone noted the deleted posts below! Of course, because you used two devices to post at same to validate your callout and to innocent your from being the one who posted those.

2huGODS won again

https://www.youtube.com/live/AVG4L2MmlVE?feature=share
pekora what is this trash

shuba...

https://youtu.be/AVG4L2MmlVE
What the fuck is this shit??

Subaru got her loudness back

>>42561997
heh

>>42561993
Nose...

nousagi deflection hours

>>42562001
>>42562003
https://store.steampowered.com/app/1206060/Happy_Game/

touhousharts in shambles

Subaru..

>>42562010
>90% positive reviews
huh

>towa doesnt want brazilian teams to win

Sora Love!

fine i'll watch redit duck just because touhou

>>42562014 (Me)
Oh shit it's by the same guys who made machinarium, okay this might be good

>marisa

Marisa's fat hitbox...

>Flare is saying sashimi got her stomach upset and has merlion-ing all day
>wonder what the fuck she means
>google
>it's this
I actually laughed out loud

>>42562003
>>42562001
Haato and a couple Homos played that before, it's really whatever

>>42562020
hope it's decent to watch

pekoshill stream?

Tokoyami C. Towa

>>42562001
>>42562003
oh kino, this game is weird as fuck

Lazer hate

is subaru blind?

Dream Fire is a chinese team and Towa doesn't look happy...

I think Subaru has a little bit of talent

kanatan wants to be an older bro....

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yixweIBGuKg
Wake up babe new Tripl3 just drop

wtf is this ugly ass game shuba is playing?

>>42562028
Its perfect for someone like Pekora

>>42562046
I will marry Sayuri to make this come true.

>>42562016
based

HAMUTASO!!

>>42562050
don't provoke our neighbors you idiot

yoo subau

when will rbc get good enough to queue with ojou

5 more to go Shuba

>>42562053
Towa got traumatized by a brazilian in the last watchalong...

>>42562064
she literally only plays fps and she's still shit, she will never be good enough at any game this talentless fuck

>>42562070
shut the FUCK up sio

Japanese goblin...

>>42562070
p-please sit on my face sio

Nice teams Twa...

pls rember that wen u feel scare or frigten never forget ttimes wen u feeled happy

wen day is dark alway rember happy game

Why do these characters look nothing like they do in the porns?

Pekora will play One Piece Odyssey tomorrow I bet

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, this is my first time.”

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

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

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

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

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

Kanata woke up in a cornfield.

Towashill...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, this is my first time.”

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

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

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

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

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

Kanata woke up in a cornfieId.

*screams*

sbr...

how the fuck is this fucker not range banned yet?

https://www.twitch.tv/watchmeforever
Holos for this feel?

kanataso hasn't read any supacha since her 2nd pokemon stream? wtf

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, this is my first time.”

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

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

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

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

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

Kanata woke up in a corn field.

>>42562099
she is still not reading any now, just chatting

Twap should eat on stream and chew loudly...

>>42562097
All Towa streams for the past 2 years have been AI generated

>>42562086
Why does he write these in his video descriptions

>>42561313
>Haa
>>42561327
>>42561329
>>42561348
>>42561351
>>42561356
You will never be tolerated. You will never be relevant. You will always be inferior.
Not Hololive.

wait why did subaru start at mountain of faith? i swear to god the first touhou game is scarlet devil

Bombs using power gauge was a shit decision and I am glad ZUN stopped doing it

>>42562103
yeah. i've been skipping a lot of streams because of stuff, but that's a long gap between her second pokemon and now. she's busy or something?

>>42562069
oh yeah I remember that dude lol

I love Marine's huge milkers.

>>42562110
very bad post

Dumb Twap...

>>42562114
busy + lazy cause there are so many + manechan being retarded

>>42562110
i've never played a single 2hu but i agree because i want to cum on remilia's flat chest

>>42562110
MoF is easy as fuck all the way up to Kanako, then she kills you instantly because she's a massive difficulty spike for no reason

>[Fuzui] Massage-Ten de Sekuhara Sareru Aqua-chan | Aqua-chan Gets Sexually Harassed at a Massage Parlor (Minato Aqua) [English] [Digital]

>>42562117
Do you love them enough to watch through Midsommar w/ her?

>>42561656
https://twitter.com/nakiriayame/status/1621471575957704706

>>42562117
Based.

https://twitter.com/happy_turn_w/status/1621470797671051264
Thoughts?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, this is my first time.”

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

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

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

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

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

Kanata woke up in a cornfield.

heimins won

>30 minutes in the reading SC part
>zero SC read
...

Sugoi Twap...

Guess who will be playing Touhou next

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, this is my first time.”

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

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

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

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

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

Kanata woke up in a cornfieId.

Just woke up. Subaru is playing MoF right now? Since when did she of all people jumped on the Touhou bandwagon?

>>42562138
Not gonna lie, this is pretty lazy tweet. I almost suspect it's mane-chan.

>>42562150
Luna. Please.

Towairon...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, this is my first time.”

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

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

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

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

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

Kanata woke up in a corn field.