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Hololive
あくたんかわいい大好き
pekoーら愛してるhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tlLo7jypqDIhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_ZJ8MrEXIio
I really, really love my clown wife !!
今日もかわいい〜
Eroha thread it is
んなああああ
I fucking love Miko Miko Miko Miko Miko Miko Miko Miko Miko Miko Miko Miko Miko Miko Miko!!!!!
I love Towa!She's playing Minecraft!https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VNxAGLVEjIk
Towa...
>>42609102
Holos for this feel?https://twitter.com/BlingBling_1024/status/1623339348757463046?s=20&t=Wz9aMpkUUBaaB7VTE6Ddjg
>>42609102sexdegozaru
I will marry this menhera.
お大事に、ミオ。。。https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=824ZTZ06x1Uhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eZWjYWcQ4XoHogwarts Legacy!https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dYhhv1iH10Y
Sora Love!
watch these towakeks and sheepfarts have a melty
Twaaaaa...
>>42609122She's going to marry Towa
Fun movie! Happy sheep! Love you sheeeep!
https://youtu.be/kBfXjNFo3Mohttps://youtu.be/vvGvqbAxp6sシシロンダイスキー!
So NijiEN suspended their only good chuuba? how sad
thanks god we dodged towatame threads
>>42609129I will wear Towa's skin.
Give me your best Shion now!
>>42609134who? salome?
explore Hogwarts if you want to see the grand stairs Miko..
We hate ALL male collabing whores hereEspecially Towa
https://twitter.com/usadapekora/status/1623344136320610304
Last thread summary
I have been happy every day since I met Mikochi! https://cover.lnk.to/otomenosusume https://cover.lnk.to/OurAndYourSong Miko's Hogwarts Legacy now! https://youtu.be/1suAIUJn4m8
Nye
>>42609142i forgive matuli only during idolshit
No flasks, one HP... That was close.
>>42609144Hololive has too many clown wives
>>42609142Based. Just like how Towa hates Towa.
Sasuga Miko!
>>42609142Towa...
is that a..
great another black
Full body sheep sex!
>>42609144Imagebros...
>>42609144I really enjoy these AI summaries
3 hours towa minecraft? Majikayo..
>>42609144imagebros...
I need to stop thinking about Mio's freshly worn tights.
So, where did that faggot who gets triggered by otsupeko come from? Did any piss of a tourist this past 1-2 weeks?
>>42609147Hey man!
*casts a spell that reveals your deadname*
>>42609144Clown Towife...Senchou...
>>42609170We should ask him the next time he posts and also what holo he likes
>>42609134Well she posted on 4chan on stream and made a lot of jew jokes so we all knew it was coming, too based for this world
>>42609143ニヤニヤ
>>42609144>Pekora is a rogue character in Hololive and is known for her rap skills.
>>42609172Rushia
Miko it's a simple puzzle...
>>42609163Great, isn't it?
>>42609144Hololive is a popular virtual clown wife agency...
>>42609138dozo
>>42609144Heimin won
>>42609144imagebros not like this...
Chill and Twapcraft...
>>42609181We will defeat Hololive one day!
Menhera Twi...
I miss Gura...
>>42609144can't wait for AI posts here, they will be actually more coherent than many of the current posters
>>42609162way better than wordclouds
What does the troon's name come up as if you look at the Marauder's Map?
>>42609138
>>42609197Never forget wordcloud schizo
Miko is so dumb...
>>42609197word clouds are thread culture this so called "AI" could just be some girl typing these statements
>>42609149I ownder why every action game has to put souls traits in their gameplay/ui now...
>>42609196Now you remember the sheepposter that was developing an AI
Cute design update on the red mage sheep
>>42609194miko has en cooties
>>42609138https://files.catbox.moe/2oz3v2.webm
Wordcloud schizo won
>>42609214Stop it I only like fapping to hags...
>that's the place where Snape killed DumbledoreMiko it's a spoiler!
>>42609217Look at those saggy tits. That is hag shion
Imagine how much sex Laplus and Shion have had in the last month
>>42609203Also known as the most sane 35p
>>42609215why he hates miko and 35p so much
>>42609219HP spoilers in 2023? really?
>>42609218stream doko?
you can turn off the whole HUD including the quest marker for a full immersive experience
Your oshi is a who re
>>42609221With their boyfriends?
>>42609175>she posted on 4chan on stream>basedI have nothing but disgust for you
https://twitter.com/oozorasubaru/status/1623346400301056005
TowawaNenene...
>>42609233>Playing games without HUDHoly shit, go watch a movie, games aren't for you.
>>42609196we already have a few bots here
That little girl need a correction indeed
>>42609233I take off the condom for a full immersive experience inside your mom
That's your wife's beetle Twap
MEE KOW TEA
>Towa house surrounded by Nene and MatsuriYAB
No Towapi don't go...
>>42609241That's ENtoddlers for you
wait wtf koyori is streaming
Towari...Takoyaki party tomorrow
>>42609102>dodged 2 leechzoku threadsHoly based
Twi...
nooo... Tortellini...
>>42609260
Mio took off her funny hat...
>>42609242Surely not with each other.
>>42609237nice lighting asshole
>>42609244Shuba...
Towa didn't have my permission to leave...
Where's Towa
Towa don't go...
>>42609262>>42609135>>42609262Why are you posting again?
>>42609260Pure maiden goddess>>42609267POV: Vesper's cock
What happened to Hime's stream? I was looking at miko's
>>42609274Towa doesn't need anyone's permission.
>>42609265Jesus that's a massive onion
Miko should've picked Gryffindor
>>42609281gura's*
>fire spelloh no...
>>42609118Me inside the suitcase
it's fire time
>>42609288she wanted to copy pekora
>>42609244
>kenzocucks are goneFinally the thread can be good
>shuba in slytherin
Big Towa
Damn Hogwarts is big
>>42609295*shoots at it*
I really hope cover invests in AI tech, that one AI vtuber is starting to collab with other vtubers(humans) and is taking off, imagine what a billion dollar company like Cover can do
>>42609310Why is she doing that
>>42609294? https://twitter.com/sakuramiko35/status/1448416257858891781
Thank god all the shiokko left the thread now and didn't pollute it with tons of lewd shion pictures
>>42609313Maybe her butt hurts?
>>42609306It's fucking massive brohttps://youtu.be/ZZVUwdRnJn4
>>42609304I love big Towa
>eceleb
Damn that boy's hair is bussin af fr fr ong
witch yo
>>42609321he looks like charlie
Shionyo's suicide show on a livestream
>>42609224Worst part was he made that anon quit because of the filters then didn't even bother to keep posting his non filtered version he was crying to be recognised for.
>>42609316Your reverse psychology won't work on me
>>42609321based asmongoldmate
>>42609321This autist is the one of the biggest streamers..
>>42609332He won
>>42609317From what?
noel will NEVER be a witch
>>42609338
>>42609334Unfortunate, I will have to learn from this mistake.
>>42609196one of the ai would be spamming towa...
Migo your protego reps...
smashing brown kenzocuck skulls with a sledgehammer shoving a screwdriver in towa's eyes
>>42609332>filtering a holo name is good>sidebranches still ingood riddance
Miko you jobber
>I've seen a couple of comments um... I've seen a couple commentas asking if I'm going to play the new Hogwarts Legacy game. And I dok now there is a LOT of controversy over that game. I won't say exactly what it is, um... there's two reasons...>*sigh* I really want to play it, but I'm not going to play it. Two reasons; 1, because for a guy who's gotten so much hate in his life- y'know especially here in Holo, I don't want to invite more hate. Um... also y'know, gotta support the cause. Y'know, can't really do that...>But also I feel like I'll be outed as a fake- as a fake Harry Potter fan. Y'know. I enjoy it, I think that the world is very interesting. I read a couple of the books, I re- I watched most of the movies, but I'm not one of those guys who's like "OH, I KNOW THIS THING, I KNOW THIS THING, I KNOW THAT CHARACTER!" I think- I think I'd rather have people who know the whole genre play it.
>>42609349
>>42609316
Fucking hell miko...
>>42609350This but chumpedos and Gura
Miko you SUCK
*casts spell to make miko not a beby*
I remember Miko being really good at parry in ER tho...
>>42609354So will he play it or not?
miko is a third rate magus
>>42609357That's not shion
>>42609350Based
>>42609356
>>42609144Imagebros, wtf?!
>>42609365she likes to attack more
I agree with Mio, sensei a cute.
Finally Miko
>>42609346
>>42609369shionyo...
>>42609378T-tastic towie....
>>42609375looks like andre 3000
>>42609378my homie T-dawg
noelmarine was cute today.
>>42609378T-dawg is a good nickname for her
>>42609378Towzie is the only good one. This AI sucks.
LEVIOSO
>>42609357pure sex
>>42609242I'm really about to quit this general
>>42609397you're here forever
>>42609394STOP IT RON
>>42609369Shion yo...
>2v3
>>42609375Too bad you can't use her hair
>>42609350dangerously based
>>42609403Look at all that fat on her chest what a disgusting display
>>42609403minato aqua is NOT a witch!
>>42609397You won't, also Laplus is a whore
>>42609403Sometimes I forgot Shion is a holo
>EN whores and fags can't play HL because of troonsKek, JPchads keep winning
>>42609403Flat chest...
They should've made this game an MMO
>>42609411What is she then?
>>42609415They barely stream anyway so it doesn't matter
combat too hard for small brain
https://litter.catbox.moe/uewug2.mp4Dozo
>>42609378Here's a version without the low effort T- ones
>Towa loves HP>Will not play it
>JPchadshttps://files.catbox.moe/9p7vba.webm
>>42609418kys
>>42609354>>42609415i still haven't found out what's the controversy about this game
Goddammit Miko your combat reps...
>>42609420VIRTUALIDOLUGAMERNEKMIMIKAWAIIMAID
>>42609418multiplayer at least
>>42609143https://litter.catbox.moe/36sgv7.mp4
MIKO BAKA AHO STUPID
Did Miko beat Elden Ring?
>>42609433She's barely half of those things nowadays...
>>42609425towabunga....
>>42609354It's always funny when the same group of 'fans' would support the likes of Kronii or Mori by saying 'they are not your kids', 'they are adult, let them do whatever they want, let them have fun', 'fuck idol culture', but also would heavily influence streamers from playing games because of the 'woke culture', 'please think of us the fans who support you'.
>>42609425pretty sure all of them have been posted here before
>>42609440No, she didn't.
>>42609354just play the game you pussy>oh i'd be outed as a fake fan thats baaaaad
>>42609440not enough noombers
>>42609425They still fucking suck
>>42609445Shit taste
>>42609445Stop using Towitter with your Towabanana...
>>42609425Towalicious
>>42609378>>42609425>a flip on CanadaOf fucking course
Loves as in casual fan or what. Never heard her talking about HP, like ever.
this is getting frustatting
This game is too hard for Miko
>>42609444ENs fear the troon
>>42609448>>42609453No one here has the creativity to come up with something like towie mctowface, it's okay to admit you are jealous
>>42609462What game isn't too hard for Miko at the beginning?
>>42609143https://youtu.be/Ez3elzO8lCE?t=156
>>42609453This. But unironically.
>>42609457She definitely has worms, right?
>>42609459She said she loves almost all disney's movies
>>42609437Holy shit it was prophesied...
>>42609466me
>>42609465Twanny.
>>42609469Yeah, me
>>42609450She finished games with even less numbers before. It's just Elden Ring was too hard for her, same reason she dropped Jump King and Sekiro.
I just bit my own tongue while eating...
die avatarnigger
>>42609466Minecraft
flare is evil
>>42609481She stopped ER because perms expired.
>>42609482still better than biting your cheek
>>42609482you are craving for lunaito meat.
Mio is doing the thing from the movies
>incendioit's over
Ascendio!
>>42609496>implying I watched the movies
>>42609502>incendioWhen is Flare going to play this game?
Here are some webms from today's NoeMari off-collab
>>42609425Towapickle
>>42609496what thing
Fiendfyre when?
Fire Miger
>>42609508
Fire mage Miko
>>42609445Sakimichan is great other than the faces. Something about the way she draws faces feels very soulless
>>42609514This made me laugh a bit too much god damn noel
Mio is retard... this wasn't even a puzzle...
>>42609514Afterwards Marine just tilted the camera higher to hide Noel's power
AI sheep sex
Dark and Darker is the kusogest kusoge I've seen in a while
>>42609520the 3d style is trash
>>42609520They were an AI artist before AI took off that's their style shitty realism
This game is beautiful, and probably a dream come true for Gen Z kids that grew up with Harry Potter
>>42609529
>>42609490half elf half beetle...
>>42609537Marine kabedons a bit too hard
>>42609539I thought it was half whore.
>>42609537Jesus, Marine looks like shit
>>42609508>>42609537why do they keep walking through the walls...I mean I love it in a janky way but still
>>42609508You can thank Chilla for this.
>>42609537Why are they copying miComet?
>>42609543>Within my breasts lies the existence of gravity!
>>42609548what you don't phase through the walls?
>>42609537I'm wheezing over here
>>42609545Hurea.....
Man, Miko is addicted to this game
restricted section!
>>42609536>gen zmillenial tho
>>42609552And that is all, still working on the final hour of New Year webms, that's gonna take a long time>>42609548They are stands
>>42609537THE most powerful costume
>>42609536Genz were toddlers at the oldest when the movies started airing. It's millenials that grew up with potter
>>42609561third person open world shit is always her thingas long as the combat isn't too hard.
Be careful Miko
Brewing potions...
>Invisibility spellI wonder what they use this for at Hogwarts
>>42609537>>42609552These are so hilariously dumb, I really need to watch the archive
Listen!No Suzumomo!No Momotetsu!No Memechi! Yo yes Nenechi!
Alohomora
>>42609578tomfoolery >>42609580it was a really fun stream. lyrical monster, treasure box, that honeyworks song, shaka beach, and homenobi was really good.
>>42609567>the way marine just zigzags outfuck im laughing too hard
>>42609582
>>42609553>>42609567kowai...
What's the point of invisibility cloak if you have invisibility spell?
おつみお~ん!
>>42609595perfect for wizard failures like harry's dad who struggle with basic magic incantations
>>42609567marine trying to do a BLJ
>>42609557The other half
>open twitter>anon's clown wife is sick again
https://twitter.com/tokoyamitowa/status/1623358630342049797Cute tweet
>>42609595The cloak is immune to most countermeasures, the spell can be disenchantedIt's actually one of the 3 super-important artifacts but they just let kids run around with it cause why the fuck not
KITAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
post miComet's kabedon
Miko don't attack the ghosts, you're supposed to be sneaky
>>42609613That shit is soulbound, so they can't just take it
why is migger larping as a hogwarts studen at 1 in the morning
>>42609610actually sick or mental sick?
i'm the ghost of the ghost of the ghoooost that was just here
>>42609616stop baiting me into thinking Nene is streaming
Love NoelLove Marine
>>42609626Probably both I don't know
Peeves?!
>>42609620
grass
I wish Koyori was streaming...
Have faith in Towa
Is this the chamber of secrets?
FUCK YOU LAMY
miko loves this game too much
>>42609643>fake images made in gmodMicometsharts are deranged
Reminder- Aloe: Suffers from depression, also a whore- Lamy: Suffers from depression, on the spectrum- Nene: Suffers from depression, possible ptsd of rape trauma from idol deys- Polka : Suffers from depression, fat- Botan : old, uses aimbot pretending to be fps "pro"Is this the worst gen of all time or what?
RUN MIKO RUN
>>42609647https://twitter.com/hakuikoyori/status/1623360870855352323welcome to slytherin
>>42609656FERAL YUKIMIN
>>42609660>fake imageshttps://youtu.be/1hKiajR4nDw
>>42609666I'd like to slither in her if you're picking up what I'm putting down.
>>42609662you guys still believe the age nyfco says about botan?
>>42609656why are blue women so violent
>>42609676Nyfco just says 33+. I believe that
>>42609668
>>42609676even if Botan's shit ain't true the rest have all been documented by those holos themselves
Slytherin = numberfags
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=azp3PWo5aJMTowa is too powerful...
Miko's giggling like a little girl, I love her so much
Towa Tokoyami is a character from the popular manga and anime series "My Hero Academia." She is a student at U.A. High School and possesses the Quirk "Dark Shadow," which allows her to control a shadow-like entity.As for why Towa is the way she is, it is not specified in the original source material. However, in the context of the series, characters' personalities and motivations are often influenced by their experiences, upbringing, and personal beliefs. Towa's reserved and serious demeanor may be a result of her strong sense of duty and her desire to master her Quirk.It is also worth noting that Towa is a fictional character and that her personality and motivations are entirely the creation of the series' author and are intended to serve the story and its themes.
>>42609675oi joshukun
I'm 33
>>42609692https://files.catbox.moe/rybts5.mp4
4 vs 1 how is this fair
>>42609703Your parents must be really proud of you
>>42609703eww
>>42609703same
>>42609703HAG SEEEXXX
>>42609708Why's that?
Bye Bye Sora-chan...
>>42609703same here have you started to take female hormones yet?
Miko yattaa
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0N3G7XfO09owatching this really makes me want to fly to japan and turn azki's husband into a cuck
actually a cool fight
>>42609671replying seriously to schizoid retards
No Miko you're not playing on hard mode
>>42609724Why are you guys always thinking about another man when it comes to Azki...
>>42609729she's playing on normal tho
>>42609724go back /djt/ drone faggot
>>42609666>leeching pekomiko pretending to be their daughter
BREAKING NEWSYes, Towa Tokoyami from hololive is a fictional character and is not a real person. Virtual talents like Towa are animated characters that are performed by voice actors and designed using computer graphics.
>>42609702I'd like her to experience my parseltongue if you know what I'm saying.
>>42609666>holos who hate slytherin keep getting sorted into slytherinthoughts?
>>42609708In the developed world surviving to 33 is not a special feat.
>>42609739No...
>>42609743You're going to stick your mouth on her vagina and go "ssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss"?
https://youtu.be/DI51SP6Z9SY?&t=9388
>>42609739You can say Towa is this and that, but never those
>>42609743
Sexy Shion or Broccoli please.
>>42609739Explain Towa
>>42609666harry was originally going to be a slytherin but he refused it. she should do the same
>>42609742self hate...
>>42609752Didn't think she had it in her, good for Koyoro.
is that the peter rat goggle or something?
https://twitter.com/sakamatachloe/status/1623362436186378240[WORRYSOME NEWS]Sakamata is writting a letter
you can transmog in this game? neat
>>42609758
Anons I'm so deep in this hole... I'm getting Lapu's ex roommate another outfit...
>>42609787
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dl5xGO9INPw
Keep playing Miko!
>>42609779yeah I am also surprised she managed to do it
>>42609730AZKi gives off powerful neglected housewife energy. She needs affair correction.
>>42609703
>>42609632Oh Hello Liar, just when I tabbed out of the thread. I assume you already seen all the webms
>>42609144Since when is Kanatan so based?
>>42609752Anyone got the timestap for her reaction when Isshin first pulls out his glock?
>>42609806But everyone makes it about her husband instead of her. Just fuck him and get it over with already
Time for Herbology class next
>>42609794She went back to Japan again? What's happening?
towa will never be a cat!
>>42609829towa...
Miko...
Noooo Miko is ending...
>toiukotoden-no
>>42609815Yes thank you, but I am not a liar!
hamu...
>>42609825https://twitter.com/watsonameliaEN/status/1623366393025691648
>>42609829Cute cats
toiukotode...
Don't go Miko...
>>42609825This little event called holofes
>>42609841
jesas there's 5 more maps as big as hogwarts?
towa will never be a cat just like lamy will never have her botan husband
>>42609840Fine, just tonight you are a Truther
This game world is massive, jesus
noel is a better maid than aqua
Otsumiko ma'am!
>>42609857>noel is a better maiden* Shield Maiden to be precise
ah fuck, can't superchat>BAKURETSU MAHOUhahaha
Miko chimping out
OTSUMIKO
おつ35!
Funny how other holos can just play normally until later but Pekora must end her streams at midnight no matter what. Really suspicious, looks like she's someone married.
We need to revoke Miko's magic license
oyasumiko
Holocure will be mogged by Hogwarts mark my words
...now what?
Who let this baby play with fire?
Back to fishing stream
guess I'll tune in to hime until korosan
TIME TOFISH
Miko ended! Otsu35~
otsumiko fags!
>primetime endedguest friends, it's your turn
>>42609755She can practice her broom riding with my special broom if you catch my drift
You got here late
>>42609885>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OtZD4J_qay8>4 hours
>>42609879Mio's Hogwatrs stream went from 21k first stream to 5k second stream, I think people are only watching to see what house they end up in.
>>42609865>>42609867>>42609871>>42609872>>42609878>>42609889>All those otsupekos yet no one discussed her stream again
>>42609873>looks like she's someone marriedgreat at english you are
Koyoro Demon of Hatred when? I wonder how she long it will take her to clear
>>42609895I had her on the background all the time
Miko truly belongs in Slytherin lol
Who are the good avatarfags?
>>42609899This is your average 35P
>>42609898おつみこ
>>42609898おつ35~
>>42609896I believe in hime filling in until at least 3-4 am jst
>>42609896>not in the middle of the night for yuropEurochads we finally win
lunaito kawaii
>>42609898Strange how this only happens with Miko and Pekora...
>>42609893Reminder to myself: never open spoiler images.
>>42609896why do they keep making these directs at morning? Im usually going to college this hour
accio sex
Miko will appear in the opening ceremony for that Tokyo tourism ambassador thing on the 13th
>>4260992015% will only have 1 end greeting post despite the spam it did the whole thread
>>42609919>lunaito kawaii
>>42609850SNFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF
>>42609929watamates look like that!?
>masturbating to shion while hime fishesTruly lovely
>>42609920We love Miko and Pekora here
luna and aqua collab
>>42609937*lapuchan
>>42609929Fingols look like that?
>>42609917>23.45I mean you aren't wrong...
>>42609758Dozo
Otsu35~
holobronies
>>42609947buy 5g
>>42609924SEA?
>>42609946Look at that disgusting fat on her chest
Today I learned about what jiraikei is
>>42609954Im australian
Now that the dust has settled, I think we can agree Botan needs to wear glasses.
DO NOT TRUST FRIEND
>>42609950I don't want to get autism
>>42609946look at that delicious fat on her chest
>>42609924Japanese are waking up and the majority of the east coast are getting home from school/workbig market
>>42609942It's 22:45 in the civilized part of Europe.
>>42609437They've taken so much from us...
Slytherin holos = ambitious holos = good holos
>>42609973cute pure reaper wife
I want to see Shion naked
baby yo
>>42609976Its 8:45 AM to me though
Anyone have that one picture of Towa?
>>42609967context?
shut the fuck up
I'm in love with your dead Twap...
>>42609985https://litter.catbox.moe/s6spts.png
>>42609993
NOBODY BEATS THE WIZ
>>42610000quads yo
I thought you people were joking but there really is a lot of female hoshiyomis, they're so easy to find in Twitter
>>42610005cute princesses
New member wallpaper just dropperino'd
>>42610009They want to be suisei just like they want to be that dyke towa
>>42609742Didn't Pekora bought an Slytherin wand when she was a kid or something. She was probably just joking about wanting to join Gryffindor since she said something about the director playing favoritism on the Gryffindor. I don't know much about HP so I am not sure of what she is talking about.
>>42609973>>42609983Fat ugly whore
>>42610025ESLsagi
wamy wouldn't even go into any house, she would be a director
>>42610006The in game models look so fucking ugly. Why cant people be good looking in entertainment anymore?
>>42610006JESAS, it's horrible, people say Souls have bad customization and models, but they're never close to these aberration. Western games are a mistake.
>>42610017Her entire ass is hanging in the wind jesus kanata
>>42610030To be fair, they are British
>>42610030It's sexist to be attractive
>>42610030Bad, evil people hate beauty.
>>42610017was this necessary
>>42610027if you cannot separate tuber from the roomie then you're not welcome.
>>42610030>Why cant people be good looking in entertainment anymore?preposterous! we can't have people look nice in games!
>>42610043undoubtedly
>>42610006Mio has the best looking one
>HoloEN twitter analysishey everyone.so the recent guraxmarine shipping and gurame doomposting has really fucking pissed me off. im not sure why people think that gurame is suddenly dead after gura had to give an artificial, contrived "YES!!" reply to her senpai's marriage proposal.. it makes 0 sense.not to mention that gura gave a much more genuine, authentic, and romantic message to amelia literally a minute after that "marriage proposal acceptance"https://twitter.com/gawrgura/status/1352854768344043521now im familiar with the gurame twitter kino. i mean, when you compare how often gura/ame @ each other on twitter relative to the other girls.. it isn't even close.Gura>@Ame tweetstotal count: 12notable ones include:https://twitter.com/gawrgura/status/1316842575840583680 (playing off-stream, TOGETHER)https://twitter.com/gawrgura/status/1349521403750572035 (they are lovers)https://twitter.com/gawrgura/status/1305737005406580736 (SEPTEMBER 15: already flirting, "you are the best" - AME is her favourite EN member)https://twitter.com/gawrgura/status/1352854768344043521 (heartfelt, banterkino, cute message + heart + TT. you just know she'd say this to ame off-stream during their off-collab and they'd fuck)https://twitter.com/gawrgura/status/1325820701190860813 (watching amexroboco.. cute!)>@Mori tweetstotal count: 4notable ones:https://twitter.com/gawrgura/status/1304097844236898305 (heart)https://twitter.com/gawrgura/status/1353774737336446976 (heart)>@Ina tweetstotal count: 6notable ones:https://twitter.com/gawrgura/status/1353904042355945472 (incoming hug + heart)https://twitter.com/gawrgura/status/1304129623723307013 (cute!)https://twitter.com/gawrgura/status/1304628567259648001 (wants to eat ina)>@Kiara tweetstotal count: 3 (THE LEAST!)notable ones:https://twitter.com/gawrgura/status/1303548778981580802 (smooth flirt)so, upon evaluating gura's tweets to her genmates.. it's dominated by ame, ame flirting, ame kino, ame banter.. ame ame ame.Now for Ame>@Gura tweetstotal count: 18notable tweets:https://twitter.com/watsonameliaEN/status/1319333645077770241 (cute coupon!)https://twitter.com/watsonameliaEN/status/1341996177479270401 (banter!)https://twitter.com/watsonameliaEN/status/1347373242600706050 ("my wife")https://twitter.com/watsonameliaEN/status/1353580089930248194 (THERE IS NO BETTER WIFE)https://twitter.com/watsonameliaEN/status/1303949818063060992 (SEPTGEMBER 10 FLIRTING ALREADY)https://twitter.com/watsonameliaEN/status/1303570596874215426 (SEPTEMBER 9 DOUBLE HEART FLIRTING WITH EMOJICONS)https://twitter.com/watsonameliaEN/status/1326794656588423170 (THE SEX MUSTVE BEEN SO GOOD)https://twitter.com/watsonameliaEN/status/1303704423340802048 (AND WHO SAYS AME DOESNT FLIRT WITH GURA)>@Mori tweetstotal count: 8notable ones:https://twitter.com/watsonameliaEN/status/1303701704546820096 (flirting)https://twitter.com/watsonameliaEN/status/1349076044653809665 (flirting)>@Ina tweetstotal count: 15notable ones:https://twitter.com/watsonameliaEN/status/1303547389563740162 (INAA MY QUEEN)https://twitter.com/watsonameliaEN/status/1347010182061047808 (reacting to birthday gift)https://twitter.com/watsonameliaEN/status/1303624499418394624 (giving ina second-hand flirt she already used with gura)NOTE: NO BANTER TWEETS. I REPEAT. NONE. MOST OF THE TWEETS AREN'T FLIR EITHER. ITS JUST AME GUSHING OVER HER ART. SO EVEN THOUGH INA HAS 15 TWEETS FROM AME, WHICH IS ONLY 3 LESS THAN GURA - ALMOST ALL OF AME'S TWEETS TO GURA IS FLIRT OR BANTER. BEGONE. (and gushing)>@Kiara tweetstotal count: (filtering September 9 useless conversation) - 14notable ones:https://twitter.com/watsonameliaEN/status/1347017168710324228 (reacting to birthday gift)https://twitter.com/watsonameliaEN/status/1309604528677814272 (hearts)https://twitter.com/watsonameliaEN/status/1304038215540641792 (hearts)now, having reviewed both tweet lists. i can definitely say that both gura and ame love one another the most.the level of obsession is off the charts with gura, however. she has 2x as much mentions of ame than any other EN girl, whereas kiara and ina both come close to gura for amelia's @ counts.what separates them, in amelia's case, however, is that most of her messages to gura are cute, flirt, and banter. whereas a lot of her messages to ina and kiara come off as just "friendly friend" talk.
>>42610046wrong fucking board, retard
>>42610029Whatever yoy SEAturd. Keep going and complain about the state of thread again when you don't inclement nothing to the thread and keeps complaining about the minimum details like if you're an english doctor.
>>42610055based
>>42610025She went to USJ as a kid with her friend and she wanted malfoy's wand but since they didn't have malfoy's wand in stock(? if i remember correctly) she mistakenly took malfoy's mothers wands instead. She just likes malfoy
>>42610060ESLsagi
>>42610052They're supposed to be kids
>>42610046separate her fucking whale fat
>>42610029Are you the wong schizo? I don't know the story behind the wand that is why I am asking.
Shions' fanart is really sexy, but how come her live 2D and 3D look like complete ass?
you don't inclement nothing to the thread and keeps complaining about the minimum details like if you're an english doctor
>>42610067miosha cannot go back in time
>>42610054Towa?
It's Ma'am
Cross-posting, check. EN posting, check.Retarded language check. What happened to Nijis this time, another graduation?
>>42610077ain't no way you're not doing this on purpose
ngl this is definitely me when I don't inclement nothing to the thread
>>42610083oh yeah one of their retarded nijiEN members got suspended for shotacon, hating management and wanting to play potter game.
>>42610063I see thanks for the info, that sounds funny.
>>42610083Another niji got suspended lol. Nijisisters been having a meltdown all day
>>42610063>Peko likes Malfoy>She also likes GilgameshSeems like we found her type.
>>42610088>wanting to play potter game.fucking bigots
>>42610091Retarded jobbers?
>>42610091blond men...
>>42610083Whata are Watame and Luna doing?
>>42610083Just use the filename randomizer or take the filename of another image rather than trying to come up with a fake one to make it look like you didn't make the cringe tryhard image, flipzoku
...
>>42610088>got suspended for shotaconSeriously?
>>42610111Nose...
>>42610107reminder mori has also openly talked about shotacon. i find it hilarious that holoEN is still pretty lax on management but nijiEN is just crumbling.
>>42609437Remember when Hologra had SOUL?
so easy
Reminder, Ambassador Gura and Ambassador Mori are officially hololive JP members now, so they are on-topic here.
>>42610091Ocelot...
heimins won
Does he not know that we don't like EN here and that we specifically stayed on /jp/ for that reason?
>>42610091Blond white men are every Asian woman's type to be fairI really need to go to Japan...
>>42610121your mother is easy son
>>42610135You are not blond or white
>>42610009>>42610020Yeah, it'd definitely aspirational, the Holos who get tons of praise and success are the ones who have girls watching them.One fifth of Marine's audience is apparently female.
Watame can't stop talking about Botan..
>>42610124As is posting their roommates
>>42610143Me neither, she's just so damn cute
keep crying
https://twitter.com/rururaroru2/status/1623275280663191552Sexy orca
EN fell off
>>42610143
>>42610126You're pretty good...
watame gets to spend valentines with botan!watame gets to spend valentines with botan!lamy more like lonemly
>>42610143she's just like me...
>>42610138But I am, with teal eyes(same color as Iroha)
>>42610149>fell offThey never got that high to begin with.
>>42609703I'll be 38 this year
>>42610160>lonemlywhy did this stupid shit make me laugh
>amouranthHow the fuck does a mid tier girl with no personality get that popular is beyond me.
>>42610168tits
>>42610168Titties, and streaming 8 hours every day
Towa cum laude
>>42610166ojisan...I'm catching up..
>>42610168Shitskins
>>42610168
https://streamable.com/o1hvva
>>42610171>>42610172>titsHers look fucking horrible and are fake so what gives?
>>42610184That doesnt matter to the lowest common denominator.
chloe should play the witch game too since she's interested in that stuff
>>42610168idk have you seen noel
>>42610184>what gives?ultimate truth - most people has shit taste
>heymins being cocky
>>42610193kekw
>>42610193Jesus christ. Even for an asexual that would be horrible
>>42610193Gaymins hahahhahahahahahahahahahah
>>42610000
you have to be this >>42610193 to like this>>42610194
>>42610168>Wear a bikini while doing mundane things>Reupload the archive as many times as possibleCongratulations you are now a top twitch streamer
>>42610182>>42610191Noel at the very least has a semblance of a personality and big natural boobs.
>>42610107It's kinda funny how the seriously weeb members want to act as the JP members do but get cancelled for it while the JPs carry on just fine.Perhaps EN branches were a mistake...?
>>42610204well noel also isn't trying to do that shit as noel, and most of that stuff is locked behind paywalls.
>>42610207>>42610194That outfit makes her look like she has breasts
>>42610065fucking cute
>>42610193Jesus can you even piss out of that thing?
>>42610193
>>42610214Kanata is not a cute girl?
>>42610222With that chest she's clearly not a girl.
>>42610193Is this how Fubuki's looks like after all of those Luna spells?
>>42610182>>42610191Noel has an amazing personality. Even people who hate tits love her.
>>42610166Same. Been on 4chan since it was a year old. You really can't leave.
>>42610168She is basically the 3DPD version of Marine, I don't understand why either of them are popular.
>>42610222
>>42610193I had to zoom in to even know what I'm looking at.
https://twitter.com/sakuramiko35/status/1623379517493624832
>>42610238Well at least with amouranth you can see that tongue action when she does asmr. She might look like a meth head, but she sure can work that tongue.
>>42610193wtf how does it shoot so much
>>42610193Is this a woman who did sex surgery? Balls are too flaccid.
>>42610226Friend...
>>42610250Iirc just a dude with a microdick.
>>42610248Plenty of zinc
>people rather talk about micropenises than streams
>>42610263What stream is currently live that you'd like to talk about?
>>42610265Where did you get a picture of my wife and kid?
>>42610249Amouranth also (probably) isn't a fujoshi so that is another thing she has over Marine
>>42610103I remember that one horrible "steal Towa's look" normalfag meme that it kept posting every thread w
>>42610275It's really easy to be better than Marine, huh...
>>42610189She won'thttps://youtu.be/6YKUYnQkdVc?t=4710
>>42610189>has ghosts in itYea she aint touching this game ever
>>42610228Ignore them its just retarded Marinefags who are still mad about earlier. They are projecting because we all know that if Marine's model was flat no one would watch her (her roommate already proved this)
Cake!
>>42610294Freshly made by a lunaito.
the witch holo should play the witch game
>>42610294post luna drinking warm milk
>>42610296Freshly made to* a lunaito
My flaccid dick is like four times bigger than that
>>42610265Weird to see art like this when you consider that Ui is supposed to be a JK
>>42610308Proof?
>>42610294Luna porn is either dogshit or incredibly lewd there is no in-between
>>42610308That's still really small...
>>42610309She's just babysitting
>>42610315
>>42610191>have you seen noel>>42610182
>>426103080 times 4 is still 0 anon...
>>42610312
>>42610331I miss her cooking/eating streams, but not enough to pay for it..
>>42610336wtf am I looking at?
>>42610336What am I even looking at?
>>42610327Too big reminds me of that one watame drawing https://litter.catbox.moe/s1b5fe.jpg
>>42610336is that...?
>>42610336Nice mutilation and photography skills, bro
>>42610331I prefer ass
>>42610345Because it's the same artist.
Is this a dick rate thread now? Jesas...
>>42610297But she already did
>>42610336KEK
>>42610354I'll post mine if you post yours
>>42610290Marinefags are always projecting.They go around insulting other Holos by saying things that are actually true about Marine.
I have this weird urge to masturbate to Koyori
>>42610374だめ
>>42610336thats a black mans penis.
And here I was hoping he got hit by a stray bullet inside that shitty favela he lives in...
>>42610168if you actually watched her you'd know that she's pretty funny and engaging
>>42610364
>>42610391Coward. Post a real banana.
>>42610391Yab
>>42610389That is the exact same thing Marinefags say...
Pekora is probably still playing DaD
Don't buy the harry potter game, it will get cracked in 9 days
>>42610389I remember when she looked like a complete methhead and got kicked out of public gyms for streaming her thottery there
>>42610397Nah, I am too insecure about my pp.
>>42610402I remember it having denuvo though
>>42610401She probably is...Addicted bunny what will you do after the beta ends
>>42610402Like I always say. Pirate first, buy later when its like 10 euros on steam.
Noel and Marine don't really have much in common...Marine is a gigastacy while Noel is a dorky otaku
>>42610402>don't buy holos memberships>the vods will be downloaded and some days>don't buy holos merchs>you can create bootlegs with your 3d printer>don't buy holos concert tickets >you can watch test streams
>>42610406It's baffling that this pseudoparalyzed lookin ass is the photo they chose
Your Excellency Madam Ambassador Sakura Miko
>>42610417There's some tranny cracker called Empress that knows how to crack denuvo now, he cracked MH Rise and said that Hogwarts Legacy will be cracked within 10 days
>>42610437Why does everyone in computer science turn into a girl?
>>42610429all correct
>>42610456Autism and aspergers
>>42609733Djt and hololive are the same thread
love herhttps://litter.catbox.moe/wf6sod.webm
Harry potter girl... shion yo please stream yo...
I don't like the gays.
Aren't Shishiron's breast too big?
thinking of Lapchan's Daishikyu Daishuki 3D
https://files.catbox.moe/nqaq4d.mp4
Did Koyori skip Demon of Hatred?
>>42610491did rinko ever confirm her cat's existence?
>>42610513I stopped watching during her battle with Owl, once you realize that she had been watching guides it suddenly becomes souless
Schizodans are fucking losing their minds lmao
cucksagi seething
>>42610499No which is why I need to impregnate her
Ichimi are fuming
>>42610525But she always did that...
>>42610499No, I have big hands
>>42610546exactlyremember that Pekora vs Chained Ogre stream 3 years ago? Now that's peak Sekiro stream
I'm still wondering if Botan and Iroha would be down for a polygamous marriage
https://www.courts.go.jp/app/files/hanrei_jp/750/091750_hanrei.pdf>Pekora is disclosing people.It's over.
I'm not clicking that
I accidentally clicked on it...
>>42610572Don't click dolphin porn
>>42610499
That's a big one, hime
>>42610491you're posting what we would describe as gay
>>42610280FUCK
>Someone gets better with time at having done something repeatedly>"She used a guide"There is a limit to how far your trust issues can go.
>>42610606What can ya do, you know?Half the times when people are accusing holos of reading guides they are just reading their chat for advice
>>42610606are "people" mad that mayodog beat isshin faster than them?
>>42610601iine
>>42610606But hasn't Koyori always looked stuff up?
>matsuri just finished her fifth strong zero
Motherfuckers, i went to take a bath and missed the dolphin porn.
i have no idea why this one ragdoll trying to attack rushia makes me giggle
>>42610606What's wrong with using a guide? You're telling me I wasn't supposed to look up which resistances Midir had?
>>42610622Twits...
I wish Towa would sue me...
>>42610646Sorry Watame, but not even for you will I watch that lineup
>>42610637You're supposed to hit them with all your weapons and note down which deals more or less damage.
>>42610637Yeah some games are downright unplayable without somw sort of guide or help. Just try playing wow without wowhead.
>>42610646all blonde group
>holos consistently use guides in elden ring which is multple times easier to the point you can tell they all used the same exact website>they wouldn't use guides in a harder gameok retard
>>42610627I don't think Matsuri could make it to a fifth strong zero without passing out, she's a feather weight when it comes to alcohol.
>>42610656Anonchama...
Do-do-don't leave me, Watame...
>>42610637I mean in some games it is understandable like mmos or if you are trying to 100% an RPG, but what is the point of looking up the most optimal way to defeat a boss instead of learning for yourself in a game like Sekiro?I don't care, I just don't understand it. But faggots in this thread are quick to accuse a holo of reading a guide when it is more likely just a case of them having improved from playing the fucking game.
Farewell, my lovely sheep...
>>42610425Yeah you could tell that they hate each other in that collab
Watame, don't leave...
>>42610661>Holos consistently use guidesVast majority of them didn't though. At best they read a couple hints in chat.
Remember when they made Godzilla a Tokyo Tourism Ambassador, they also made him an official citizen of Japan? that means Gura, Mori, and Miko are also officially Japanese now
twippers
>No capital letters>Retarded statementWhy is this so common?
https://www.vice.com/en/article/88gqwv/japan-earthquake>Government seismologists predicted in 2018 that there’s a 70 percent chance an eight- to nine-magnitude quake would rock Japan within the next 30 years, with intensities comparable to that of the 2004 Indian Ocean earthquake and tsunami, which killed nearly a quarter of a million people. after seeing that earthquake that happened in syria/turkey these last 2 days, I'm really scared for my oshi. I hope she marries me and moves to america to live with me by then. I don't know what I would do if she died in a pile of rubble... and this shit is supposed to be worse than whats happening in turkey/syria right now.... extremely fucking nervous after reading this shit
>>42610681Thank god for thatMiko needed the recognition
Noelfags just keep losing. Their """oshi""" will NEVER cut off her breasts like they want her to.Sick pedophiles.
>>42610633
>>42610690Do you earn enough to support your oshi and her lifestyle?
>>42610690Nothingburger
>>42610679>he didn't watch all the ER streams of everyone "casually wandering" to meta weapons holy newfagflare was the only one who didn't watch meta guides and beeline straight for the meta weapons
>if you don't like boobs you are a pedophile
flare is a witch
>>42610690Don't worry anon, your oshi won't make it until then.
>>42610690>seismologistsCome back to me when a tarot card reader predict the same thing if you want to be taken seriously.
Just woke up, anything interesting happened in the last 9 hours?
>>42610698yeah, and in 30 years japan will be a poor shithole because of population decreasing. so my oshi will want to leave japan and marry a rich kaigai with a big cock like me even more by then. >>42610703thats what the turkish and syrians were saying until 2 days ago and now their entire cities have been destroyed by this shit. And Japan is supposed to get the same shit, its just been safe for the past few decades for some reason. But there is a 70% chance of this happening and they say the earthquake will be worse than in turkey/syria right now. IT WILL BE FUCKING WORSE. its not a nothing burger, and it could happen sooner than 30 years from now. some people say it could be 10-20 years from now. I want to get my oshi out of japan by then. I just need to learn japanese so I can talk to her by then...
Tomorrow will be the first anniversary of this legendary collab
>>42610739I still don't understand this meme
>>42610730Watame was super cute today.
>>42610637I don't complain about this stuff but imho if you are streaming the game using a guide kinda defeats the point.
>>42610168To be fair all you need to succeed as a streamer is to stream a lot, some luck and being moderately attractive also help a lot.
>>42610738So you're telling me THIS stream killed Hololive's most lucrative idol?
>>42610749No, but it caused her suicide
Which holos will play Pragmata?>tfw original Matsuri is gone;_;
>>42610713You ARE a pedophile though.
>>42610730more agent 446 kino
>>42610738THE RING BROS
>>42610760Is that a bad thing?
>>42610730Towa happened.
>You are a pedophile for pointing out retarded statements
>>42610770He said interesting
>>42610738Beware, Pekora is next.
>>42610770Shut up leech
>>42610738>that was one year agoi was literally sleeping during that, and it felt like someone dropped a nuke.
Towa leeched my dick.
>>42610740It's part of Kenshi Yonezu's MV.
>>42610775They would need to collab for that to happen
>>42610740HAPPY DAY
>>42610771That's not what makes you a pedophile. What makes you a pedophile is saving and spamming images of someone who used to be a "junior gravure model" and saying how much you liked them back then.
Do not open!
>>42610770Twi...
>>42610786When is Luna gonna play the Harry Potter game?
>>42610785You don't belong on /jp/./v/ or /vt/ would suit you better.
>>42610738Mafumafu you fuck.https://www.insider.com/singapore-man-sues-woman-for-226m-because-she-just-wanted-to-be-friends-2023-2
>>42610796You think Gundam is the peak of "otaku" culture. It's you who doesn't belong here.
>>42610798You can't appreciate junior idols and JKs. You don't belong here.
List of BASED holos:MioMikoPekoraSubaruNeneLuiBaeMoonaIf your oshi isn't here I'm sorry.
>>42610701sex
>>42610749>most lucrative idolSince when was Rushia the most popular?
>>42610791Luna is not a remote controled car.
>>42610749rushia could barely dance, let alone actually sing. she's good for gachikois but thats what she did.
>>42610804Your "oshi" is a woman with massive breasts. You are lying to yourself and you are mentally ill.
>>42610785Based twitterchad, tell 'em.
>>42610806You will never be tolerated.
>>42610806enen!
Man I've been having so much fun with DaD past few days. I can't believe no one but Peko is playing it.
>>42610824Nose...
>>42610832I guess that's true if you only look at Pekora's streams.
>>42610832Botan is too but that's it reallyto...
>>42610839What?
>>42610818You can like someone for their personality
>>42610812explain this!
>>42610843Botan is the one that introduced it to Pekora, and has done a solo stream of it too.
>>42610845But you don't. You also attack other holos for their looks and keep making the false claim that Noel wants to be flat.Also since you believe gundam is peak otaku culture your ability to judge personality is incredibly weak.
We only tolerate Gura and Mori here because they're japanese citizens now.
>>42610857You believe HxH and Jojo are peak otaku culture.
Towa has brain parasites
>NoeMari collab >schizo has another meltdownmany such cases
>>42610865I have never said that, schizo. Can you stop putting words into people's mouth when you argue?Why are you Noelfags so retarded?Also Noel loves Jojo. She is a fake otaku by your standards. Noel is reddit and looks disgusting by your standards.
a toast, to the witch being banished!
I just realized that Cananfag gets so uppity about HxH and Jojo is because of fujos lolWhat an NPC
>>42610868It has to be an AI at this point
>>42610870>Can you stop putting words into people's mouth when you argue?ironic coming from you>Also Noel loves JojoWrong.
>>42610877Are we blaming Watamates here?
>>42610876Fujos are ruining the fad. Look at what is going on at Nijisanji. Fujos are bad news.
chinpo
>>42610880It wasn't his fault, he was trying to make something interesting but his creation gained sentience and killed him in madness...
>>42610879>ironic coming from youHow? I have never done that. Everything I say is always true. You've always said those exact things. You were also the ones who posted about wanting to bash Noel's head with a brick.>Wrong.She loves Jojo but you apparently don't even watch her. Typical redditdan behavior.
>>42610885>Look at what is going on at Nijisanjino
>>42610855I don't think Botan introduced it to her, I'm pretty sure they found out about it separately and when she brought it up to PEBOT Botan said she had also applied for permissions.
>>42610846That is just Luna running next to a remote controled car.
shishiron is so cool
I want to bash Noel's throat with my penis
>>42610900And so cute!
>>42610900shishiron_on_a_bike.png
Oi! Talk about Lamy now! Stop talking about other women...
https://litter.catbox.moe/1h0wfz.jpgThoughts?
>>42610889You don't watch her.
>>42610907Shotowacon...
>>42610906start jumping lamy
>>42610907giwtwm
>>42610906
Im eating a banana.
How much time do you think he spends on writing down the script for his samefagging routines?
>>42610924Probably an hour or two
>>42610922"eating"
>>42610906https://litter.catbox.moe/sd7d86.mp4
https://youtu.be/lxCEaqmf0r4danchou...
>>42610908Yeah I only see what people say about her here. Were the people who said she discussed Jojo on her stream reddit falseflaggers?You don't really get to accuse anyone of falseflagging after the shit you've tried to pull. You said you want to kill Noel while pretending to be le evil ichiminzz.
>>42610924It's all copypasted shit, there is barely a paragraph worth of script
>never used discord before>join a discord group out of curiosity>unironic trannies ruining it by making it about themselvesI thought discord trannies were just a meme
if you're not into jr idols you need to leave and go back t0 redditsimple as
>>42610951>I thought discord trannies were just a memeit isn't.
>>42610955Don't say that ichimi will get mad
>>42610940Please tell me this is actually a Koikatsu scene and you have it...
>>42610939What do you think im doing?
>>42610972I just found it on booru
>>42610951Have you seen what they have done to /gif/!?
KYOU MO BEBY
>>42610951I never join discords for the same reason, it's always either pedo groomers or troons, and ofcourse the combo of the too. Seriously why the fuck does every youtuber, no matter how small, has a fucking discord that eventually blows up in controversies?
If you don't think Shion is the sexiest Holo you don't belong here
>>42610936Neko...
>>42610961Miko is so sexy
>>42610955If you're into Noel you love and support disgusting cow pigs according to Noelfags.
>he doesn't use discordHow do you keep in touch with your friend group? Also basically any more serious level video game organization has you using discord. Even schools and workplaces, so if you're somehow avoiding using discord you probably have 0 friends and never leave the house.
>>42611000I don't have any friends
>>42610990Lesbian DV
>>42611000We all use a facebook messenger group.
I joined my oshi fan discord because it's kinda fun sometimes talking about my oshi's stream without having schizos constantly melting down and screaming about how my oshi is a whore
>>42611000There is a big difference between using discord as a skype replacement with your friends when you are gaming and joining a fucking community one, zoomer
>>42610970Like clockwork >>42610999
Isn't Marine a hardcore shotacon? Why are her fans so upset about junior gravure?
>joined Heimincord>there are actually cross-dressing Heimin posting selfies therewow I thought you guys were joking
>>42611000I'm not a zoomer, easy as.
>>42610690>intensities comparable to that of the 2004 Indian Ocean earthquake and tsunami, which killed nearly a quarter of a million peopleJapan already got hit with a stronger earthquake in 2011 and suffered less than 10% of those casualties. The death toll was that high in 2004 because the areas hit were shithole countriesWho the fuck wrote this shit>viceyup, retards>TurkeySame as above, 7.8 in Japan would have lower casualties than an average Burger traffic day
>>42611000
>>42611031i'm 30
>>42611018Where are you seeing ichimi? Nobody said anything about Marine.
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.
>>42610951discord trannies has been a thing before discord existed, they just used other chatgroups for their demented purposes
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.
Kanata really 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.
>>42611000I'm not underage so I never had reason to
I also woke up in a cornfield once.
Kanata ironically 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.
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 l thi—”Kanata woke up in a cornfield.
Stupid leech poster
Kanata don't like 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.
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? lf you wanna know what I thi—”Kanata woke up in a cornfield.
yes trannies yes spam the thread BASED BASED BASED
>>42610922そんな バナナ
Kanata woke up in a cornfield
/kanata.*coffee.*iced/ > your spam
Kanata and a 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.
for me it's mumei
>>42611055>>42611037
Kanata liked her coffee iced. Every night 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.
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Kanata liked her coffee iced. Every morning she’d fight her way through the maze of empty cardboard boxes that occupied most of the square footage of her apartment. When she'd find the freezer, she’d grab a handful of ice, crush it into smithereens, and sprinkle them into her Gorilla Gulp coffee cup.She liked to read mail flyers when she had her morning coffee. At worst, they entertained her. At best, they led to interesting experiences. On one particular morning, she found herself scanning an advertisement for a calligraphy instructor. Attached at the bottom was a cut-out coupon for one free calligraphy lesson.Kanata read the copy aloud, just for the heck of it. “‘Sakamata’s sublime script-supplements succor students seeking soulful satisfaction. P.S. No refunds.’” She paused and let the words slither in the air. “What the 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 didn't 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.
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 fieId.
What I've learned over the years is that people are really quick to hate people on the internet, for the most trivial reasons
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.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cgvxr8sltWsHolos with this feeling?
>your oshi>how does she like her coffee
The 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.
I will wait and see how long this newfag will try to become a thread celebrity by spamming his copypasta
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 not 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.
Do heimins think they're funny?
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>>42611105I've learned that every negative stereotype about faggots and trannies is true.
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 iced.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.
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 not 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.
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 Iike 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.
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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.
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 night. 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.
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 waIl 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.
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Kanata liked her coffee iced. Every morning she’d fight her way through the maze of empty cardboard boxes that occupied most of the square footage of her apartment. When she'd find the freezer, she’d grab a handful of ice, crush it into smithereens, and sprinkle them into her Gorilla Gulp coffee cup.She liked to read mail flyers when she had her morning coffee. At worst, they entertained her. At best, they led to interesting experiences. On one particular morning, she found herself scanning an advertisement for a calligraphy instructor. Attached at the bottom was a cut-out coupon for one free calligraphy lesson.Kanata read the copy aloud, just for the heck of it. “‘Sakamata’s sublime script-supplements succor students seeking soulful satisfaction. P.S. No refunds.’” She paused and let the words slither in the air. “What the 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 beIieve 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.
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Kanata liked her coffee iced. Every morning she’d fight her way through the maze of empty cardboard boxes that occupied most of the square footage of her apartment. When she'd find the freezer, she’d grab a handful of ice, crush it into smithereens, and sprinkle them into her Gorilla Gulp coffee cup.She liked to read mail flyers when she had her morning coffee. At worst, they entertained her. At best, they led to interesting experiences. On one particular morning, she found herself scanning an advertisement for a calligraphy instructor. Attached at the bottom was a cut-out coupon for one free calligraphy lesson.Kanata read the copy aloud, just for the heck of it. “‘Sakamata’s sublime script-supplements succor students seeking soulful satisfaction. P.S. No refunds.’” She paused and let the words slither in the air. “What the 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 unIock 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.
Smallest dogs bark the loudest. That's heimin for you.
range ban heimins
>Fauna stream tonight>It's Hitman instead of Hogfarts or DaDI sleep.
>>42611170we love heimin here, retard, shiikuin are the one spamming
Literally just filter you morons. It is a huge text so pick a random string from it.
ban this mother fucker already
keep coping you dumbass bitch
>>42611178>hitmankino>shart streamcringe
Everyone talks about these heimins but I've never seen one
Kanata is too loud
>>42611178Fauna hitman is great.DaD is kusoge, and not the good kind, and who cares about that shitty harry potter game
>>42611181>implying phoneposting twitterchads can do thatI say, the spammer is based.
>>42611178bald fauna is best fauna
>>42611193DaD is literally one of the best funniest games I've played in past few years.
>>42611199hitman is one of the best funniest game I've played in past few years
WHERE THE HELL IS LAPLUS I'M GONNA KILL EACH AND EVERYONE OF YOU TILL I FIND HER BODY FUCK YOU
nice thread you have there lads
/Heimin/i;/Kanata/i;Good thread
>>42611186because they stay in the cytube jerking each other off while claiming to be much better than anyone in this thread
weird how the thread goes to shit whenever nijisanji has a fuckup
>>42611199It's jank garbage is what it is
>thread is dead and people are complaining about some apparent shitpostinggod i love filters
>>42611206>he's a phoneposter>can't take 5 seconds to filter a stringOH NONONONONONNONONONONOOOOOOOOOOOOHNONNONNONNON
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 Iegibility 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.
>>42611223Towa is not sexy
>>42611229i can, but better question is, where are meidos?
>>42611206dude you've been doing this for yearnever leaving, deal with it
what time is it in Jakarta?? this mother fucking spammer must be on lunch break
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 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.
>>426112403 am apparently, peak schizo time
1,5 hours till Korone
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 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 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.
i dont get it
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 waIl 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.
Why are the people in the harry potter games shocked when the MC can handle those first year spells with ease when the MC is a fourth year student?
I'm going to irc
Why are moonafarts like this?
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 Iittle 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.
the real question is why are the students allowed to talk during the hat selection thing
>>42611275Because having the nuts to argue with the hat is also another sign towards which house they ought to be in. It's not something hardcoded into people, they have a say in the matter
I miss Towa...
GODmin won
Kanata liked her coffee iced. Every morning she’d fight her way through the maze of empty cardboard boxes that occupied most of the square footage of her apartment. When she'd find the freezer, she’d grab a handful of ice, crush it into smithereens, and sprinkle them into her Gorilla Gulp coffee cup.She liked to read mail flyers when she had her morning coffee. At worst, they entertained her. At best, they led to interesting experiences. On one particular morning, she found herself scanning an advertisement for a calligraphy instructor. Attached at the bottom was a cut-out coupon for one free calligraphy lesson.Kanata read the copy aloud, just for the heck of it. “‘Sakamata’s sublime script-supplements succor students seeking soulful satisfaction. P.S. No refunds.’” She paused and let the words slither in the air. “What the hell kinda name is ‘Sakamata’?” She picked up an apple and crushed it in her right hand over her open mouth and let the juice drip into her gullet. When the unfortunate fruit was little more than skin and pulp, she threw it over her shoulder where it hit a tower of cardboard boxes, knocking them over with a crash. “Calligraphy could be fun,” she said after wiping the apple juice from her chin. She tore the coupon off the flyer.At the appointed time, Kanata found herself the only student in a small recreation center classroom, sized for knitting circles and small book clubs. She sat at a writing desk feeling like she was in middle school again. There was a blackboard on the wall in front of her and someone had drawn a doodle of a killer whale encircled by stink lines and flies.Kanata was in the midst of deciphering the doodle when the code was cracked by an odor so foul it brought tears to her eyes faster than stubbing her toe while watching the beginning of Pixar’s Up. She jumped to her feet, knocking over her chair, and rushed to open a window. In her desperation, she forgot to unlock the latch and, with the strength of a cyber-enhanced silverback, broke the frame, window, and wall all in one go. The fresh outside air that gushed in diluted the smell just enough to breathe, and Kanata regained enough composure to curse the frailty of humankind and their feeble constructions.Behind her, the door swung wide and a silver-haired young woman wearing a black hood stood in the doorway like a bounty hunter after kicking in the swinging gates of an old-time saloon. After studying Kanata with the sangfroid of a trained killer, she said, “Is that a draught I feel?”Kanata looked back behind her at the gaping hole in the wall. She spun back around. “That was there when I got here.”“I see.” The young woman studied her from across the classroom for a few calculated moments, then shrugged and walked in and up to the blackboard. In a less murderous tone of voice, she asked, “Are you here for the lessons?”Kanata scampered back to her desk like a child sprinting for the Christmas tree on Christmas morning. She righted her chair, sat down, and interlaced her fingers on top of the desk. "Yes.”The young woman smiled at her. “Have you had calligraphy lessons before?”“No, this is my first time.”“How nice.” The young woman stared out of the hole in the wall. “I remember my first lesson. l had a disagreement with the instructor.” She laughed and looked at Kanata. “They called my writing messy. Can you believe that? Some people don’t deserve eyes if they can’t recognize elegance when they see it.”The word ‘DANGER’ ran screaming, sirens blazing, over the tarmac of Kanata’s mind. She laughed nervously and gave a dry cough. “Yeah, some people can be real jerks.”The young woman gave her a smile that was the equivalent of a cyanide-laced sugar pie. “Let’s hope you’re not one of them.” She turned and began scratching her name on the blackboard with a piece of white chaIk.When Kanata saw the end result, she just could not help herself.“Dear God, is that an incantation to Baal, Lord of Lies, written in the nigh indecipherable tongue of the ancient Phoenicians? I’m afraid to even attempt to pronounce it lest I summon some slumbering demon from the Dark Dimension. Like, are you serious? Did you make that abomination on purpose? ‘Cause, if you did, you should work for the Secret Service Intelligence Agency by coming up with codes and ciphers. I doubt there’s a cryptologist alive that could solve that enigma. I’m speechless. I really am. I’ve seen slime trails left by snails with more legibility than that. Where does language even stand in the aftermath of this cataclysm? If you wanna know what I thi—”Kanata woke up in a cornfield.
You can't handle this
>>42611284What if I demand to be sent to the Towa house?Or is it the Tokotomi house?
goreposter doko
the fakest holo...
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 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 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.
i know a cp poster friend from /ehe~/
>>42611301Then you have a much better chance of that happening
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 caIligraphy 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.
>>42611307nice tits
>>42611284not even draco malfoy spoke anything during the selectionare you arguing that some random player character is more gigachad than malfiboy
>>42611317draco malfoy is quite literally a little bitch imagine getting your nuts kicked by nerd granger
>>42611317Malfoy wanted into slytherin and got tossed right into slytherin. Why would he argue?
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 gulIet. 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.
Kanata liked her coffe 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 encircIed 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.
dead thread
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aDPLlZ4LUccholo's for this feel?
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 doodIe 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.
>>42611338Holo's what?
>>42611345which holo's would drink horse cum?
Kanata liked her coffee iced. Every morning she’d fight her way through the maze of empty cardboard boxes that occupied most of the square footage of her apartment. When she'd find the freezer, she’d grab a handful of ice, crush it into smithereens, and sprinkle them into her Gorilla Gulp coffee cup.She liked to read mail flyers when she had her morning coffee. At worst, they entertained her. At best, they led to interesting experiences. On one particular morning, she found herself scanning an advertisement for a calligraphy instructor. Attached at the bottom was a cut-out coupon for one free calligraphy lesson.Kanata read the copy aIoud, 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.
meidos are indogfags? are they asleep? it's like 3am there
>>42611348Which holo's what?
>>42611337come back in 13 hours when there are streams to talk about
>>42611348subaru
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 subIime 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.
>>42611348Choco, Marine, Aki, Towa, Matsuri, Nene, La+, Iroha
>>42611348calli
>>42611348https://files.catbox.moe/2gxg16.mp3
>>42611323>>42611326>defending lore rape to the point you are arguing malfoy is not a chad
>>42611368kekw
>>42611362Ina and Kiara start in about an hour and then mommy fauna afterwards there's a lot of streams coming
>>42611369What are you talking about? Malfoy was a whiny bully throughout, and his family are proud Slytherins. Why would he argue with the sorting hat?Harry god damn Potter argued with the hat and chose gryffindor, when the hat was talking about how he would fit in many houses
>>42611354Nousagi janny is asleep
Harry Potter is cringe
>>42611384Reminder that this guy is eternally butthurt because he thinks "limpdong(the /vt/ janny)" is a nousagiimagine dedicating your entire life to a boogeyman
>>42611389you will never be a woman, trannie
>>42611391NTA but the janny is obviously a nousagi
do you like kanata now?
My Hololive Summer Merch is here, let's go Hologacha
>>42611393can't defend that it's not cringe? I figured
>>42611397no spam more
>>42611383the point is you shut up during the selection process not openly debate which house you want to be in, harry was just externalizing his thoughts for cinematic effect since internal monologues are hard to pull off convincingly, in the game its shown as an open discussion where you can choose whatever house you want, if that is the case, what the fuck is the point of the whole hat being there
>>42611402Burden of proof is on the accuser, retard
>>42611396No, that's because I use global reports instead of ignored board reports (trolling and off-topic) to get rid of you retards.
>>42611397meh
>>42611090For her it's Marcel.
>>42611405Read the fucking books you donut
>>42611090I'm too into scat, anon
>>42611391do your job limpdung
>>42611407>proofit's cringe go around in public and see how people look at you when you talk about cringe potter
>>42611393I am 100% okay with this.
>>42611423That's a perfectly healthy young man.
Korone being the only one with a watch alonggamers...
Leech defeated
Who broke greenigger
>>42611417why are kazamatai like this?
https://files.catbox.moe/fynjwp.mp4
>>42611429chadmins with their big thick cocks
Suileech would be nothing without Kanata
>>42611435Post the sequel you won't nijicoward
>>42611417Me too, your favorite scat artist? Mine's sweetbetty/dirtybetty.
Wow it literally did its job after it got called out
>>42611369if your definition of a chad is a spoiled daddy little bitch who pissed his pants went goo goo ga ga everytime he saw a death eaters nigga then we shall agree to disagree. imagine being a slytherin only to wriggle like a little faggot on the bathroom floor over a spell called fucking sectumsempra
https://streamable.com/rhes2x
>>42611425why would a 100% healthy man dress up like a girl and lick bananas on stream?
>>42611443More like scrotumsepra lmao
>>42611450$20 is $20
>>42611450Fag
>>42611439https://streamable.com/c4baig
>>42611443he's a chav and chad through and through, but is only written like he's not because reader power fantasy pandering, because malfoy is a bully chad and a lot of harry potter fans were bullied as kids, and they want to see the bully lose in the book
>>42611450Good source of potassium, and a real man doesn't let others tell him how to dress.
>>42611450i had to tolerate towa already
*slaps belly*
>>42611457So your headcanon of him being a chad is more correct than the official source material which is very clear on his personality and character?
>>42611463*slaps you*
>>42611455coward
>>42611466are you autistic or ESL or both?
>>42611450don't you need to go make bait threads about him on /lgbt/ no one cares about him here
https://streamable.com/rgzkse
Another day another no aqua stream and me questioning why i'm even a crew at this point.I speak for all of us when I say aquacrew are the biggest clowns out of everyone in the holo fanbase.Maybe I should move on to ojou
>>42611450that's a trannie i could get behind
>>42611476If a character is written a certain way, then they are that way, regardless of whatever attributes you give them in your headcanon.
>>42611486that guy would fuck you in the ass not the other way around
>>42611497even better
The 5th and most important founder of Hogwarts Tokoyami Towa!Inventor of the Eunuchus spell.
We only love real women here.
>>42611486You'd have to, there's no hole in the front
>>42611498get in line fag
That's the weirdest falseflag I've seen today
>>42611488he's written to be a total in control chad, and hes always portrayed this way, outside of plot contrivances and reader wish fulfillment
Harry Potter fags shitting up the thread again
>>42611457hes an embarassment to slytherin and he will go down in history as the most cowardly, worthless, biggest pussy of them all, deal with it. his only redeeming quality is his hot mom
>>42611506No he isn't. He is constantly whiny, spiteful, and utterly useless. There is not a single case of him being a chad in the books.
>>42611499i just thought of something, quite off-topic, but being trannie in harry potter universe makes no sense. You have magic, potions to turn yourself into whatever you want, so to turn into a woman shouldn't be hard. yet there's one troon npc
>>42611484>Maybe I should move on to ojouWhy not just go to Koyo or Watame or Pekora who stream every day?
>>42611523all wizards are troons
>>42611501We?
>leeching Pekora and Botan>leeching Suisei and Aqua>leeching GAMERS>leeching Subaru>leeching e-celebsTowa is the true shameless leech of hololive
>>42611529They're boring.
>>42611523Well the transformation potion only lasts like 12 hours, and it only makes you look like someone else that exists, so it's not really a viable alternative
>>42611520he's shown to be prominent in quiddich as well as magic arts, but harry potter is a gary stu character who always triumphs no matter what, and malfoy is very obviously set up as the guy who harry constantly goes up against and wins against, if it wasn't harry and his status as the gary stu he would humiliate and dominate
Why are anons talking about leeches? Are they good pets or something?
>>42611535Towa...
>>42611543The only reason he ever did anything worth shit in quidditch is because his dad bought the whole team top of the line brooms.Draco can't humiliate or dominate anyone except his uitterly brainless slytherin goons.
>>42611523I don't remember them having a genetic resequencing spell.
>>42611484>maybe I should move on from no streams to 1 or 2 streamsyou deserve what you get
I think im ready to move on from this thread.
>>42611554they can teleport, so making genetic resequencing spell shouldn't be hard
>>42611544They are useful in the medical field. Or at least they were decades ago, I don't know if anything changed. They were good at sucking out blood clots or something while being relatively safe.
>>42611549copium, he went up against harry in the duel and was able to meet his power level, but harry, again, as gary stu, cannot lose for plot reasons
malfoy was a bully chad only when he was a kid. too bad he grew up to be a little bitch & a literal gloryhole for the death eaters bellatrix pegs him every night while his little bitch of a dad watches
Remember when Korone was the most popular holo?
>>42611565Remember splinching? Now you're expecting them to do something requiring way more precision. Though I guess they could easily repair the damage... Or it'll turn into new war crimes.
>>42611577D-DARKER!!!
>>42611568You mean in the second book when Harry had barely had time to touch magic while Draco had all the coaching he could ever want in his fancy pureblood family?Copium is what you're huffing, weirdo
at least the spammer was on topic...
>>42610017Thanks getting membership now
The only true chad in harry potter is that edward cullen individual
>>42611401I guess
>>42611611And he got killed off for being too chad for hufflepuffAlso the book Ron was a chad, movies made him a comical relief character
>>42610017thanks, bro
>>42611586>>42611586>You mean in the second book when Harry had barely had time to touch magicyeah this is called being gary stu, he is a master immediately with no trainingdraco is the actual chad, potter is a pussy brought up by faux methods and power fantasies, and its even suggested he's simply from a "superior" bloodline so that's why he's the best wizard vs. someone who trains
>>42611616cute koone
>>42611616cute korosan
>>42611628We get it, you're horny for Draco.
>international ambassadors for japan>none of them speak fluent English and Japanese
>>42611622Exactly. Literally died so he can give his bro harry some pussy
>>42611639>straight from /vt/
is this the Harry Potter thread?
>>42611639they speak both better than you
>>42611639>none of them speak fluent English and JapaneseNone of them speak fluent Japanese
>>42611628>vs. someone who transexactly thank you for finally seeing the light if you're too big of a faggot like malfoy is you'd be better off transitioning
>>42611650During dead hours this can be whatever thread you like
>>42611639Miko speaks fluent Japanese. Her not being able to speak Japanese is just a meme.
>>42611660yes, you love trans politics I get it, but that doesn't make draco not the superior chad in potter
>>42611670Anyone with a speech impediment cannot speak fluently
>>42611667*places my hand on you upper thigh*even if I want an erp thread?
>>42611687Even then. Though you can't force anyone to participate
>>>/vt/42462711houndoom yo...
Fucking Ron is even more of a chad than Malboytoy you dingus everyone is, heck even Neville is even more of a chad than him he was only cursed by an unfortunate surname
draco's a pussy. all he had to do was avada kedavra dumbledore and he couldn't do it.
>>42611687*guides your hand toward my nether region*uwu.... i-i-.... i-if it's y-y-y-y-y-y-y-you... i d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-don't mind oniichan... uwuwuwu uguuuu kawaiii des ne ^_^ :3 :3
why did cover approve such a blatantly whorish costume? and why did she request it, i thought she hated gfe? was it to boost failing numbers?
>>42611725megurine luka chama....
Another traced /vt/ post
Lamy's fat pussy?MY property
>>42611725Well it's Mori, and not like it's the first lingerie in hololive.
>>42611747
>>42611747>>42611754Begone foul beast!
>>42611757
>>42611763Actually looks kind of cool here
>>42611763t-rex arms...
>>42611725well it worked because I membered her
Why did it flop?https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eJGZ3iyA_SA
Japan wonhttps://twitter.com/TwitterBlue/status/1623411400545632256
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OtZD4J_qay8
>>42611811>if you’re subscribed to Twitter Blue in the US you can create longer Tweets.Fuck off give me my poems
>>42611814
>>42611822dumb dog
>>42611811twitter will be dead in a year
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KS8qCLhJVnUShe got an L2D!
>>42611823festival...
>>42611829Nice, something to see
>>42611829>うんちwww
How do we shave kanata?
>>42611823>supposedly rich streamer>uses piss shit acer TN monitor?
>>42611828why would someone waste billions buying a company to kill it?
>>42611847Acer monitors are fine, and there's no need to go past 1080p
>>42611844kanata should have thick, pure pubes
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OtZD4J_qay8 I will be summoned
>>42611847What are you smoking? Acer produces one of best gaming gear in the industry
>MOS game looks absolute shit.oh nyo.
>>42611847she got burgled pls understand
>>42611850dumbass this "wasted billions" shit is now on twitter, that's why this idiots are scrambling to find a way for it to make money... cause they need to make 40 bil back plus whatever the fuck debts twitter had by itself. That and mismanagement will ultimately kill it.
>>42611847Why does being a streamer or rich mean you need to overcompensate with high end tech that you don't need?Vast majority of streamers are not on the level where their peripherals are bottlenecking them. No point getting 360hz monitors or superlightweight mice when you are a middling gamer
>>42611847this girl?https://twitter.com/natsuiromatsuri/status/1353752613846618113
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FggB2utqsXw
35homokekpags status?
My oshi literally doesn't know the difference between 480p and 1080p...
>>42611847Suisei can't even setup dual monitors mate, you think they know about shit like TN or IPS monitors?
>>42611847I guess you haven't seen what kind of headphones she's using. 99.5% of women are completely clueless when it comes to specs lol
>>42611874>hololive production
>>42611871Thanks. Disliked and reported for animal cruelty
>Gen 7 nowhere to be seen>Gen 6 still don't have alt outfits yet.what the FUCK is going on.
>>42611854bare minimum these days is 1440p 144hz unless youre limited in budget, there is really no point in having 1080p monitors unless going for those 3-5ms 360hz displays>>42611870it's about standards, if gaming is your main hobby then why would you settle for substandard shit>>42611879>>42611880this is probably the answer
>>42611888they're using all the money on tempus 3-10
I have been summoned
Holos literally have no idea how to stream on youtube... no idea about how to make stream looks good instead of pixilated mess... and that's like whatever but why the fuck COVER doesn't have detailed guides about it? what a fucking joke... TECH COMPANY BTW
>>42611889>Bare minimumNo it isn't. Vast majority still use 1080p 144hz.
>>42611874Literally nothing's wrong with it? I'm proud of Miko got to be an official ambassador for Tokyo tourism.
old suicyan bgm
Doggo is sleepy.
>>42611899based, we 35pagpaggies love ENmaidens here
>>42611871>open stream>"ravenclaw">close stream
>>42611874The Faces of hololive
>Pekora doesn't even do a direct watchalong anymore.it's over.
>>42611889>>42611898bro I still use 720p90hz and its considered above avarage here, people are still using beetle as the most common vehicles
>>42611747fatass
>>42611870but she's a master ranked apex player who enters some tournaments and maybe will want to push for pred at some point?
>>42611871Not hololive
>>42609662Lamy turning into one of the most autistic holos, considering the way she acted during her debut days is a funny character development
>>42611898no the vast majority use 1080p60hz laptops, because there's a huge amount of kids and 3rd worldies limited by budgets in the datasetif you're not limited by budget and gaming is your main hobby, there is no reason to stay in 1080p, it hasn't been the case for at least a decade
>>42611919Lol. Lmao even
>>42611918Rude.
>>42611754fat bitch
>>42611904Uhh you know that Tokyo government chose Miko to be one of their ambassadors right?
>>42611915switch is a dying platformnobody cares about nintendo
Why do people like to act like if being poor or living in poverty is something cool?
KORO, EROI.
that didn't sound like a sneeze Korone....
>>42611930ambassador and brand ambassador are different, ESL-kun
>>42611927ugly ass fat little fucker imagine being named kanker
>>42611925And the vast majority of people whose hobby is gaming are restricted by budget. The vast majority of people living in the developed world are restricted by budget. Unless you are playing in the top .5%, there is no need to worry about upgrading peripherals. They won't make you play better unless you're already near your skillcap anyway
>>42611941I know you retard. She's one of their tourism ambassadors.
>>426118891440p for what when 4:3 is the best in every FPS game
>>42611934lollmaoSwitch surpassed PS4 as units sold, soon it will become one of most sold consples ever and it's just half its life. The only dying platforms are the californian's like snoy and micro$oft.
>>42611928
Her Excellency Madam Ambassador Sakura Miko
I give money to these technologically illiterate girls so they can buy cats, cute clothes and pay for their dysneyland trips, not so they can buy ebin gamer peripherals.
>>42611947i guess you're fine eating beans every day despite making middle class wage, but i am not
Jesus christ, what's with the heimin spam?
Watch Nintendo Direct with my cute wife Ars https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2MMDMstIkOo
>>42611951wut? 4:3 have less pov and less pov = worse
>>42611874ENleeches
>>42611948"tourism ambassador" isn't actually a real job position, it's another meme word for "brand ambassador" which in itself is also not a real job position
>>42611962based
>>42611962You pay for contraceptives
>>42611965But I'm watching Korosan
>>42611977No one cares
>>42611965Back to your containment, parasite.
>Watching NintadiesGrow up
>>42611970Cope, the government themselves picked them to be their tourism ambassadors and there will be an official opening ceremony on the 13th
Korone at 60%, ND at 5%and somehow Nintendon't's stream is louder than her
>>42611965Haven't watched her in a while, she still sounds autistic/cute
Nintendo graduation when?
>>42611874Respect to the ambassadors.
>>42611964Told homo beggars to fuck offniji graduation or some shitpick your poison
>>42611988Yeah, Nintendon't censors and releases half assed games.
Nintendo will release official fire emblem vtubers
>>42611986>the government themselvesList the names of the elected officials who did this. List the date and where they appointed them. If it was the government and not some social media monkeys this info should be readily available.
hajimaru hajimaru
>>42611925Just because your consoomer brain is telling you you'd play better if you had a better monitror/keyboard/mouse doesn't mean it's true.
why the fuck does korosan have a portuguese translator in chat
>>42612008Official https://twitter.com/Tokyo_gov/status/1623240725730058240
time for nintendo shit
is Korone delayed, the fuck.
>>42612019Nice poorfag arguments
Didn't Korone just play Pikmin?
Uuuhh, based?
>>42611484I'm going fucking crazy
>his oshi is not an elected ambassador
Fan Fun Island is the worst hololive concert
>>42612021Korosan will go to Brazil!
What the fuck where's Olimar?
Gender inclusive olimar or no buy
>>42612019sure, if "playing better" means you don't want>motion clarity>good pixel response time>no ghosting>no VA ghosting>no light bleed>no ips glow>no dead pixels>dead pixel warranty policybecause I guarantee my non-poorfag monitor has none of those, unlike your 1080p piss shit
>>42612034Pekoland is a monarchythe bad ones get sent to be processed into mochi
Imagine being a latefaggot he thinks being an official tourism ambassador is a bad thing.
>>42612038but he uses portugal flag
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9uuhJk0tDPw
>>42612021because kontaru is retardedif he didn't translate to EN the PT guy would be doing the EN translations (faster)
>>42612023>twitterPost the official legislative documentation for this appointment. If the government position is real and exist there will be an official record, not a twitter post. Twitter is not the same as a government record.
thank God Xenocringe 3 was forgotten so quickly, what an awful franchise
you guys seem bitchier than usual today
not a single JP member played Xenoblade lel.
>>42612053What kind of cope is that? It's already official and there will be an official ceremony in a few days
Fuck swords amigo
Why Koro e doesn't play Xenoblade?
>>42612044also forgot the most important>color reproduction>text claritycan't imagine using some 1080p piss shit that blurs up whatever you're trying to read
Nigga music
what the FUCK is this
this looks like something Towa would play
>>42612065you are the one coping since you think something announced on twitter is an official position and not "brand ambassador" -tier meme
kamige kamige kamige
loud dog
>MouseYAB YAB YAB
>>42612068>Koro eAnon don't even remember her name anymore...
pixel shit
she loves disney shit too much..
>I am agoofy
>>42612079Announced by the gov = official
>M*ckeywell there goes the archive
yikes soulless artstyle
looks fun
Fashion doog...
GHOST TRICK???
Miocya don't look!
Mio don't look!
miosha...
kamige
SHIT GAMESHOLY SHIT
Mio is on good terms with Capcom now so it's fine.
>still no Bayonetta holo
>>42612096>twitter announcement = governmentjesus christ you're so out the loop with modern world, just because an agency has a social media monkey team and has a social media presence doesn't mean it's an official party
>>42612105>>42612106>>42612108>>42612109>>42612112take her our capcom
>>42612114Luilui...
>>42612117What is this retard monkey argument, why does it need to be "official" for you
Pekkor losing to a PoC
>>42612117The ceremony will be like this, it's official you dumbass https://youtu.be/gJaETmTO7bY
>furry game
>>42612123Blacks are athletically superior anon
I mean I understand why Aqua wouldn't want to stream. Look at all these shitty games that is being released and has been released in the past few years. Gaming is dead and you're all to blameWhat's a gamer maid when there are no good games
of course its garbage games
splatoon 4 POOGERS
>splatoonDamn another autism arc
Man this korone stream is pretty weird there's no BGM or anything.
I can hear Flare shchlicking herself at this minute.
>>42612128no one cares about aqua chinky
>>42612128DaD is some of the most fun I've been having in months. I'm also playing Shadow Tactics and Teardown past few weeks as new games.Your and holos loss you have shit taste in games. But yes looking at this Nintenshit Direct, it's just snorefest of meh games for children.Even when I was a older child I already played Doom and GTA3 which were way more fun.
>>42612126hi jewfriend how are you doing today?
>>42612129>Level 5>Garbage gameFuck off vtard
Chocolate ink
noupagpag seething
>>42612122>>42612124"tourism ambassador" isn't an official government position, why the fuck do you think it is when you yourself post a fictional character being named into it? THINK NIGGER THINK
>>42612144OH JESAS
>>42612137If I recall correctly she chose the WHITE faction for this splatfest.
MIKEY
goofy??? !111
>>42612128the BR craze will die and multiplayer games will heal... any year now....
>>42612147>isn't an official government positionso? This sperging is so funny
Nintendo fell off frfr
>>42612139>DaDIt's absolute garbage, only a braindead nigger would play it and have fun.Oh wait, nevermind.
SHINCHAN ARC 2 LETS GOOOOOOOOOO
>>42612141are you retarded? did level 5 make all of these?
>>42612159Filtered.
this is just shin chan
ok but where is new game plus?
When will Okayu force Korone to play FE with her?
>>42612147We know nigga, but they're still officially chosen to be tourism ambassadors by the government for Tokyo
MOMMY
why do they still make FE games
>>42612144put the knoife down
>>42612147Nigger, you went from "post the officials who elected her" to "it's not an official position".I think you lost yourself in the retarded argument you created for yourself.
>>42612157>>42612171you're the one who started claiming it's a real position and not the same kind of meme as brand ambassadors, why the sudden change in tone?
This beronica girl looks pretty hot.>>42612174Because they stopped making Advanced wars and have to keep the tactical rpg genre alive somehow.
Pukes
>vn ganes
>>42612160>>42612163anons say worst arc this worst arc thisbut shinchan was unironically the worst gamethe only FUCKING thing to do in the game that was remotely engaging was the bug hunting and fishinghow did the japanese even think that was a good game, half the time i was passing out in my chair watching my oshi play it
>>42612177I'm not a 35p but it should be obvious by now that all antis at this point are fucking nijiniggers trying to cope.
>>42612187shinchan is their childhood. thats it.
Towa will be chosen as the official tourism ambassador for Pyongyang and will have a crucial role in the reunification of the Korean peninsula.
>>42612187>how did the japanese even think that was a good gamenostalgia
>>42612187Nostalgia is a helluva drug
>>42612179It is a real title given by the government even if it's not a government job or position. Why are you so retarded?
>>42612187you have to be japanese, grown up in rural japan to understand
>dlc after dlczzzzz
twitter is pretty much dead. they can only schedule tweets now
>>42612187I enjoyed watching Friend play it
>>42612194It's like getting a honorary degree from a university. It means nothing.
>horror kusogeKorone no don't play it
>>42612198*chu*
>>42612203same. it's a daily radio exercises sorta game.
teeth!
that air hockey shit looks dope
etrian odyssey holo when
>>42612212It's on steam for free m8.It's shit if your team mate are spergs.
shitty incel game
>>42612206>squeenix>kusoge
>>42612194"real title" and a "real position" are not the same, learn englishor do you think 一日署長 is also real?
this isn't Kirby who the fuck is him
Samy my oshi
>>42612212Omega Strikers literally had PC beta last year for like 4 months bro. It's really fun, I reached top 500 in the world in rank.It's currently being developed and releases on PC in May or so, don't fucking play it on consoles or god forbid mobiles.
>>42612204Another cope, they will officially get to promote Tokyo Tourism domestically and internationally.
>>42612179I don't know why you're (You)ing me with the other guy, I just showed up to laugh at you
>re-releasing old gamesnice games nintenbabies
best arc:train gameworst arc:its hard to say but its probably slither.io or horse fuckers arc
>>42612204It's an honor. Literally honorary.My dad got some medal that's worth jackshit aside from bragging rights, but it still made news and helped him secure a position in a non-govermental org.
He's really mad his oshi isn't an elected ambassador lol
you know i dont feel it with this direct
>gameboy emulation on switchDid Nintendo finally wake up?What the fuck??
>>42612212>air hockeyLuna & Botan laughing to the point of passing out.mp4
>No Pokemonit's shit.
>Tokyo Tower sponsorshipNo Towa...>Tokyo tourism ambassadorsNo Towa...Towa is the most oppressed Holo.
I hate old games
Reminder the Wii U had GBA and DS emulation, there's no excuse the switch didn't come with that on release
OMG IS THAT OLD SLOP????? YESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
based nintendo allowed dolphin
Who the fucks cares about GB? Gives us GBA already
Super Mario Land 2 is fucking dope
Oracle of seasons KINO
>>42612246Towopressed...
>>42612238nousagis......
>>42612249the Wii U should've never existed
>>42612236UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUMADACHIUUUUUUUUUUUUMA PIOI UMA PIOIUMA UMA UMA UMA
>>42612252AYYYYYYYYYYYYY
>>42612240unironically they don't have games except new zelda lmao so they're rereleasing old shit and stuffit's clown shit
man i remember the pokemon card game. that was fun..
>>42612221Nigger, I think you're illiterate. Did I say real title and real position are the same in the post you quoted?
35GODS WON
https://youtu.be/ols08P7Aq8s
Pekwhora = loserNouSEAgi = losers
Finally... GBA emulation.
ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh gameboy advance its finally time for me to buy the expansion pack
Where's pokemon news you nihonjew
>Twitter is broken in Japanlol
>>42612276THEY JUST RELEASED A GAME
PRIME REMAKE LETS GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Nintendo is some top tier jewish greedery and rehashing known to man, jesus christ.
WE love the gameboy advance!
>>42612278For some reason my twitter doesn't allow retweets or new tweets because I've gone past the limit,but since when did Twitter bring the daily tweet limit back?
I can play all these shit for free why the fuck would i pay for this
Wait until this make the news, I can see the headline: popular hololive virtual virtual youtubers (Sakura Miko, Gawr Gura, and Mori Calliope) appointed as official Japanese Tokyo Tourism Ambassadors.
How old is Korone?
>>42612263>pointless pedantryOk? But you do understand what I am saying? Do you think 一日署長 is also a real position and not marketing?
ok but where's Metroid Prime 4
>>42612284yeah it takes no work to emulate a game to the switch. You are truly a genius.
>>42612281I just want Home to be available for SV already so I can bring in Alolan Muk in...
for a few seconds I thought it was going to be a Ratchet & Clank on Nintendohas any holo played them out side of this https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p3_jXVkfg-k
Prime arc LET'S GOOOOOOOO
Where the fuck is metroid prime 4
>>4261229048
>Lock-on feature for FPS gameCONSOLEPLEBS LMAO
Polka is pregnant (with me)
Is this a new danganronpa?
Today
>>42612291NTA but it's both marketing and a real position. They literally will get to promote Tokyo Tourism
>>4261229095 in dog god years
>>42612310Raincode seems like a new game from the same devs and also I want to fuck the shinigami girl.
>>42612308How did you get a phone in there?
>>42612304Doubt it, probably 30s.
>>42612319newfriend... stop outing yourself, retard.
lol this game is just a slay the spire ripoff
>>42612308get out
Come on Korone this is basic gameplay, basic deckbuilding shit... just play it I'm sure you'll like it...
forsen's reaction is pretty much one to one mine to this Direct. God I hate 97% of consoleshit.
okay that rain code looks nice
>>42612329go back
>animal crossing but with dragonskusoge
Man this Animal Crossing game looks weird. Fantasy life my ass.
ITS FUCKING ANIMAL CROSSING
>>42612315they will not, they will have their copyright protected likeness used in some marketing campaign and that's the extent of itholos have already been brand ambassadors before, lik botan and someone else were dying light 2 brand ambassadors, they played the game on stream once
>>42612331Go back in time and pick up a PC fag.
>>42612291But you're the one being pedantic. It's just a title given to celebrities in order to promote tourism.You're the one pushing the "real position with pension scheme mandated by amaterasu the royal highness of rising sub land". It's a title, a real title that the government's public relation people confer to promote tokyo so they can use their likeness in posters and shit.
Korone sing along...I miss Korone's utawakus...
Minesharts balding
>>42612330>smt v copypaste but troony
>>42612340???
test
>>42612339But they're appointed by the government, so it's different
ARKGODS
ark roru
Korone sounds so bored and unimpressed.
>tales of remasterSomeone wake Subaru up.
No more Ark...
>>42612346>troony/v/ please leave
>>42612353I know I am with this shit.
>>42612349>ban evading
I keep forgetting that we're in 2023...
ROCKMAN EXEEEE
god I fucking love minecraft
>>42612354Retard, she was already pretending to play after she finished Abyss because it's already on PC.
>>42612361BotW2 any day now!
korosan play powapro...
MOMOTETSU HATE!!!
>>42612360You're mistaken...
NOOOO NO MORE TRAIN GAME
NNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
PLEASE ANYTHING BUT A NEW TRAIN GAME HOLY SHIT
>MomotetsuOH NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
>train shitNOOOOOOOOOOOO
MOMOTETSUCHADS WW@
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
TRAINS!!!
Rockman exe arc incoming... I can feel it...!
Madam Ambassador Miko
>>42612379NNNNNNNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
WE LOVE TRAIN GAME HERE FUCK OFF EoPs
>>42612370um
Best news of the day
>>42612370Told you it was BotW2!
BotW was only alright
botw2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
>BOTW again... BUT DARKSwitch 2 when
>>42612386Madam Mori and Madam Gura too
All these games look boring, Japan can't make good games anymore
A FUCKING CAR LMAO
>voice actingOH BOYI CAN'T WAIT TO GRAB MY DODONGO'S
>>426123501 or 2 of them dont even know jp and most likely never visited the country so i hope not
>>42612404agreed my fellow /v/ermin
AQUA OCARINA OF TIME WHEN?
Hopefully I can shag Zelda in this game, she looked cute in breath of the wild.
owariii
what an awful direct
rate the stream
>>42612408/v/ loves nintendoshit
Absolute snorefest games for children.
I sleep.
>>42612410Aqua is not a gamer maid anymore, anon.
>>42612417videogames suck videogames suck ALL videogames SUCK
where is botw2?
https://litter.catbox.moe/bo2xz1.jpg KOROSANKOROSAN KOROSAN
yeah time to finally lie down, 15 minutes until peak burgerhours after all
>>42612418also /v/: "GUIZ PLZ COOM TO NEW COOMBAIT GAME!!!"
>>42612417Tirusu of za kingu domo hype.
>>42612407>so I hope notThey've already been appointed as the ambassadors.
I'm glad Koone might try Rockman.exe
>>42612426pubes :)
>>42612417korone is cute so it was good
>>42612437Just watch R*r*ka if you want some rockman.exe streams so much.
can't wait for this group to play the new momotetsuhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R2M2M-9mw0o
How are Level-5 permissions? Has anyone streamed them?
>>42612451This collab was extremely fun
>>42612453Korone streamed Mushashi something in last days
>>42612437I hope she understand the system better.>>42612447I do, and it's very aneurysm inducing...
>>42612451What the hell is this group?
They won't play the Momotetsu for the same reason they don't do global Geoguessr.
>>42612453Yokai Watch?
Kiara and Ina woke up just for the direct and now they're going back to sleep and snuggling.I'm so fucking jealous of these girls, goddamn it.
>>42612454I also enjoyed it a lot
>>42612437Don't believe her lies...https://files.catbox.moe/9srhhy.jpg
>>42612462I too would like to cuddle k*eki's ass
>>42612460Why AREN'T they doing global geoguessr? Are they pussies? What are they seemingly afraid of?Taiwan? But Cover already abolished CN section so who cares?I legit don't understand why no one is doing global GeoGuessr, the way it's PLAYED BY 99% of ALL GeoGuessers.
>>42612470No one wants to GeoGuess in your shitty country, Pedro.
>>42612470Scared of coming out as ignorant sice they don't know anything about the world outside Japan
>>42612460So they're going to play Momotetsu, nice.
>>42612470They just don't know shit a out the rest of the world.