hololive

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hololive

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I really, really love my clown wife !!

[Anonymous No.]

今日もかわいい〜

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

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I'm fucking Miko Miko Miko Miko Miko Miko Miko Miko Miko Miko Miko !!!!!

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Sora Love!

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JsVEXmjvY8g
Rushia collabing with Tamaki.
Get in here!

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but I want a fumigod thread...

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きｔらあああ

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

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I love my kirin wife!

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I love Towa!
ALGS watchalong (resumes in ~30)!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y4s0rWE0xeE

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

Strange Horticulture!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cZ2NDVIptxY

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>imageturds lost
rorumao

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beggar trying to snipe and posting too early roru

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>>42572192
Erotic miosha waki...

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んなあああああ

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>>42572203
You're getting sloppy anon

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MEE KOW TEA

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you ever notice that when the sidebranch nigger is spamming and sniping, that post appear

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>>42572197
We know Suichan

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

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>>42572216
ye

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We hate Fu_MiHi_Ko here

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chillaGODs I apologize
I used to shit on these masterpieces but now mine eyes have seen the truth

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>>42572223
it's never too late

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Aww at least face gun saint Isshin once Koyori...

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Pekora WILL save Moeka

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>>42572199
russell is dead anon you have to let it go

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>>42572223
I'm glad you've seen the truth

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>>42572227
to be fair, you have to beat genchan first, right? she'd be filtered at that too

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>>42572223
The karaoke is really nice until you realize that it's supposed to be a horror

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It would be funny if a Warden spawns and claps Flare.

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I dont know the song, but was that fade part of the song or Azki did that by herself?? Also, wow, this married woman somehow has a really good mixing, her voice blends really well in position with the instruments unlike any other holos whose voice is just way too upfront.

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Flare the dork elf

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>>42572222
i like his art tho. Hate his recent Futa ones.

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>>42572234
But Koyo destroyed him, she actually got good

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>>42572235
horror game*

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MOEKA SEX

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I thought Tamaki didn't collab with Holos anymore?

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I will marry this menhera.

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Can't blame the coach

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No.... Don't go married woman...

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not bad chillas

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>>42572246
nice

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>>42572242
...that one doesn't count. that was luck.

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https://streamable.com/e37kqf
https://files.catbox.moe/6vwrjh.mp4
Which Flare do you prefer?

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can you honestly blame coach-san?

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>>42572246
ペロ

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Azkicchi...

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>>42572246
いいね

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>>42572246

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no more sex....

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Uh oh Moeka ditched her, Pekora is gonna have a bad time.

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>>42572246
Shuba has seen these multiple times in full view

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>>42572254
the real flare

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>>42572255

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MOMMY
>>42572192
Azki don't go..

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>>42572255
She looks like an SCP.

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Towa...

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>>42572199
You'd think this would be a big event but the stream is not even at 10k viewers.

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Ahhhh that was great Azukichi...

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>>42572269
grass

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>>42572264

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>>42572267

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>>42572246
See you in a few days

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>>42572253
3rd phase no damage kill was not luck, I still get hard watching that fight

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what the fuck
the game is actually different in different endings!?

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WE WANT FUMIGOD THREAD

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Who is hololive's Towa?

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>>42572238
Thank god for Flare and thanks god for my glasses fetish

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Best ending?

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>>42572246
>>42572264
is that a

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>>42572246
>>42572284

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>greenturd is now spamming porn using different holos
why?

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>japanese "police"
lmao

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>>42572290
Surely not

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Stop, you're making me horny for mio...

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Pekora fucked up again...

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moeka...

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>>42572246

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Pekora couldn't save Moeka...

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>>42572294
mental illness oc

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>>42572246
>>42572284

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>>42572234
i think she can handle that. for some reason, its a dumbed-down version of the way of tomoe unless she eats the mortal draw

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>>42572284
Stop this. I'm watching her stream right now and you're making it awkward

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>>42572298
Sometimes I remember Mio actually exists and that alone is enough to get me hard

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>>42572284
JASUS

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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 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.

[Anonymous No.]

>Karaoke
>the horror isn't even related to karaoke
Chillagods subverting expectation again...

[Anonymous No.]

I think Botan is too erotic with this new outfit

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THINK OF THE ADVERTISERS

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I still don't get what the fuck this pet shop horror game is about

[Anonymous No.]

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.

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>>42572322
there's two kinds of indie horror games
>pretentious "horror" game social commentary mental illness simulator
>jumpscarekino á la chilla

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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 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.

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>>42572319
Imagine how much more erotic it'd be if she was wearing glasses too.

[Anonymous No.]

Pekora is going to get raped instead of Moeka...

[Anonymous No.]

BEGOR RUN YOU GON GET RAPED

[Anonymous No.]

*sigh*

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>>42572326
they will play alien isolation with voice detection soon

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>>42572237
https://youtu.be/P2yeYNI1H2M
I'm not sure which fade your referring to but in terms of mixing she's very familiar with the set-up considering that she's been singing for years

[Anonymous No.]

Doesn't this just confirm that Polka and Tamaki had a falling out? Tamaki is able to collab with Nazuna comfortably without bringing up Rushia so that can't be the reason.

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>>42572322
HEY GUYS WAIT TIME

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>>42572331
shut up Fubuki

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572266
the cool one?

[Anonymous No.]

Run Pekotyan run!

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572319
You wouldn't get aroused by your gaming buddy right? She's just getting comfortable

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>>42572340
It could be management being autistic about it, no?

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>>42572346
>>42572319

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>>42572349
I doubt so since they've hired people who collabed with Holos in their past personas.

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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 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.

[Anonymous No.]

Why did chilla hire a 40 year old to voice a JK protagonist?

[Anonymous No.]

BEST ENDING KITIRAAAAAAA

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572358
>Why did chilla
We shall never know

[Anonymous No.]

Flare among her people now..

[Anonymous No.]

True ending, everyone was saved and the coach was arrested
look at how happy she is

[Anonymous No.]

why do we always molest miosha?

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572346
who says I couldn't do that and still just enjoy games with her?

[Anonymous No.]

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.

[Anonymous No.]

Imagine sex with Gura

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572346
>>42572343
>>42572319

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572346
I don't think gaming buddies wear such revealing clothes with no underwear when they game together...

[Anonymous No.]

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.

[Anonymous No.]

Nice, Pekora reached the correct world line and saved Moeka.

Now to go get raped by the autist stalker at karaoke for another ending

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572366
B-But Yuutarou101.yabai.ne.jp...

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572376
Little sister and older sister...

[Anonymous No.]

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

[Anonymous No.]

I miss Koyori.

[Anonymous No.]

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.

[Anonymous No.]

I can hear Twap...

[Anonymous No.]

Cute Miosha petting the cat

[Anonymous No.]

Those who wish to masturbate, gather at Reine.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572376
PEBO love!

[Anonymous No.]

>feet not exposed
pochi already failed me......

[Anonymous No.]

Sex wolf

[Anonymous No.]

there it is, a crisp, clear ogey

[Anonymous No.]

Snacks again... You'll get fat Twi...

[Anonymous No.]

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. l’ve seen slime trails left by snails with more legibility than that. Where does language even stand in the aftermath of this cataclysm? If you wanna know what I thi—”

Kanata woke up in a cornfield.

[Anonymous No.]

https://files.catbox.moe/h9um33.mp4

[Anonymous No.]

Kanata Iiked her cofee 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.

[Anonymous No.]

Botan sounded like a squeaky toy...

[Anonymous No.]

Pekora...the key...

[Anonymous No.]

Button...

[Anonymous No.]

wtf is this shit pochimaru

[Anonymous No.]

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 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.

[Anonymous No.]

>I don't rike galic
Fuck Towa, I'm an anti now.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572216
which post

[Anonymous No.]

Holy fuck Botan sounds even cuter than usual

[Anonymous No.]

[Anonymous No.]

What the fuck bros. I'm starting to miss the green bitch now...

[Anonymous No.]

pekora is turning into homuhomu...

[Anonymous No.]

I love Towa!

[Anonymous No.]

Reine's kimono looks so fucking prudish compared to the others...
Why can't she just embrace the sex and dress like the little indo slut she is?

[Anonymous No.]

[Anonymous No.]

Chill.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572425
I want to fuck this Towa.

[Anonymous No.]

>yellow
Oh no pochi-sensei your taste is not ok

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572424
Mahou Shoujo Moeka Magica...

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572425
how many packs of tobacco does this Towa smoke a day?

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572428
I love this dummy

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572426
im sad brother....

[Anonymous No.]

LACEY SEX GLOVES

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572422
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.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572395
T...

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572436
Ringo box sized packs

[Anonymous No.]

What the fuck does TONJOK even mean?

[Anonymous No.]

>no exposed cleavage
it's over

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572428
No one ares

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572425
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.

[Anonymous No.]

At least it's not black

[Anonymous No.]

Happy end 2! I guess there's one more happy ending too

[Anonymous No.]

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572430
After you've been barbed

[Anonymous No.]

The ending left is the knife one and Yuutarou right?

[Anonymous No.]

i recognize some nousagi on the credits

[Anonymous No.]

>wake up
>see that I missed an AZKi stream
>wake down

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572433
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.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572455
womb bodypaint*...

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572428
I love how giddy she got with the rubber duck

[Anonymous No.]

>Pekora want to be raped
Yab

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572448
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.

[Anonymous No.]

I will become shirou, I will save Pekora

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572468
I volunteer to take one for the team

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572445
jesas

[Anonymous No.]

>Sorry, I made a promise to go home with coach today
H-Hot...

[Anonymous No.]

i dont like pochibros

[Anonymous No.]

How does Kanata like her coffee?

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572468
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.

[Anonymous No.]

STOP REPLYING TO ME YOU FUCKING SCHIZO

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572480
Pochi phoned this one in it's shit

[Anonymous No.]

She doesn't even look like Reine with that hairstyle.
I'm sure the necklace and all the curry yellow have some deeper indo meaning for her state propaganda again, but I'm not a fan of this at all

[Anonymous No.]

I don't like this pochibros, it would be ok if reine was a Loli but this theme is not ok

[Anonymous No.]

REINE SEX REINE SEX REINE SEX REINE SEX REINE SEX REINE SEX

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572480
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.

[Anonymous No.]

stop flooding the thread greenturd

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572444

[Anonymous No.]

reine is too covered up

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572487
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.

[Anonymous No.]

STOP SPAMMING THIS WALLTEXT

MY PHONE IS MELTING BE AUSE ALLTHESE BLOATED ADS AND THIS SPAM IS MAKING WORSE STOP ALREADY

[Anonymous No.]

Rape end...

[Anonymous No.]

Pekotyan no...

[Anonymous No.]

Are you horny yet?

[Anonymous No.]

Kanata woke up in a cornfield

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572395
>>42572492

[Anonymous No.]

Dumb big Twap...

[Anonymous No.]

Reine's outfit screams /fa/shion

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572499
what kind of dinosaur phone are you using anon...

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572492
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.

[Anonymous No.]

stop flooding please

[Anonymous No.]

WHERE THE FUCK IS YUUTAROU.YABAI.NE

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572339
https://www.youtube.com/live/EVqlnY0t5pE?feature=share&t=3627
this part. Actually never mind, I just checked and turns out that's her song and that fade is her voice and now I did look at the screen, her mouth stops moving before the part lmao.

Still, the sound mixing is really good.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572504
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.

[Anonymous No.]

SEA people still mad about Moona huh ?

[Anonymous No.]

So the retarded janny just gave up and left the thread like this huh. Amazing work as always

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572508
Galaxy S22, it melts a lot...

[Anonymous No.]

Towa's so dumb bros...

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572487
Yeah this is the weakest of the new ID outfits I've seen. Which is a shame since usually pochi does good work

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572487
I have mixed feelings for this one.

[Anonymous No.]

>not using filters
you can only blame yourself

[Anonymous No.]

STOP SHIT POSTING WALLS OF TEST, I HAVE A VOICE GENERATOR LINKED TO THE THREAD SO I CAN HEAR ANON'S POST BEING READ BY A CUTE ANIME VOICE AND NOW YOU ARE RUINING EVERYTHING.

[Anonymous No.]

New member wallpaper just dropped

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572531
give me the filter

[Anonymous No.]

pekora just killed a nigga

[Anonymous No.]

holy shit Pekora just fucking murdered him
JKs are brutal

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572492

[Anonymous No.]

Man... The coach didn't had too much hp...

[Anonymous No.]

Miosha, your phone...

[Anonymous No.]

Chilla's art producing another masterpiece.... I kneel

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572535
>p-please spoonfed me
lol

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572535
/kanata/

[Anonymous No.]

Is Nazuna still continuing the menhera gf skit with Tamaki?

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572504
>>42572539
Twird wheel.....

[Anonymous No.]

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572547
Yeah it's like she never left...

[Anonymous No.]

What a twist

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572519
>left the thread
Anon, try typing the dog word

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572550
T u T

[Anonymous No.]

these games are so fucking dumb

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572487
The face is very much Reine, here I was thinking that it's unique to have holo with completely unique hair style and color unlike their default.
I like it but the yellow kimono is kinda.. ehhh.

[Anonymous No.]

Botan on a catwalk

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572499
nigga why aren't you using kuroba or something to filter posts

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572550

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572550
oh jesus christ

[Anonymous No.]

towautism...

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572550
Jesus fucking Christ my dick..

[Anonymous No.]

I had to take a phonecall, did I miss the rape end?

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572550
My boss fired me because of this image

[Anonymous No.]

Yuutarou plotline doko...what the fuck is this shit Chilla's...

[Anonymous No.]

imagine gura's cunny

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572571
promoted you mean

[Anonymous No.]

I can't wait for Yuutaro dlc

[Anonymous No.]

Yuutarou route is DLC... No...

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572550
This is a SFW image thanks to the bandaids

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572534
Mio is such a lovely lady

[Anonymous No.]

I wanted something sexier Pochi...

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572565
>>42572569
You fucking pedophiles leave the big man outta this

[Anonymous No.]

chillagods we convene again for noel cowe stream tomorrow, see ya then

[Anonymous No.]

>I will never hurt anyone I love
So she never loved anyone in Hololive huh...

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572550
ToT

[Anonymous No.]

*strangles you in front of everyone*
thank you Botan

[Anonymous No.]

Watame don't talk to the uggo...

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572549
Bullied twa...

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572585
that also means she has never loved her fans since she has cucked them for over 5 times already

[Anonymous No.]

Chillas garbage being liked now shows the cultural rot of /hlg/

[Anonymous No.]

HAYAI

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572585
she never hurt anyone in hololive, let's be real.

[Anonymous No.]

[Anonymous No.]

yuutarou bros...

[Anonymous No.]

Botan is making me want to get this game just to fuck around

[Anonymous No.]

>spamming stops
>enshart posts appear

[Anonymous No.]

>spam stops
>this poster 42572550 appears
really being obvious

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572603
I dunno. Flare was pretty cold during the announcement.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572606
should've got it when it was on sale as hitman 3 a while back, they combined everything into one game, it's probably the most bang for buck modern game you could get

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572604
Ame-onna...

[Anonymous No.]

Love how the karaoke shit literally only matter in 2 of the 6 ending in a game named THE Karaoke.
10/10 game from Chillas.

[Anonymous No.]

Towa is fat now

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572539
Pekora must have the most sniffable crotch in Hololive

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572612
guess I can just wait for another sale

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572610
cunny is innocent

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572608
>>42572610
it's a self-confessed nijinigger trying to get this thread to leave this board but sadly for him, we are NEVER leaving

[Anonymous No.]

Ofuro haisin let's ikuzooo

[Anonymous No.]

Pekotyan bath Space...

[Anonymous No.]

pekora bath space please....

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572604
the timing of things happening in that collab was great, from pic related to the dragon death sound playing when Towa got her wings

[Anonymous No.]

Pekora owes me a bath space

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572603
Marine, Noel and Pekora could barely keep it together in the stream they had after she was fired.

[Anonymous No.]

what causes shadowbans anyways. she used to rt a lot of pekoart

[Anonymous No.]

I don't think I could handle a Pecor bath space

[Anonymous No.]

>Pekora is too scared to rt anything because of the shadowban
Why Elon...

[Anonymous No.]

You can't escape it by blaming shadowbans, now that you mentioned it it's set in stone.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572602
Even in the fan art she doesn't look like Reine

[Anonymous No.]

>x happens
>x also happened
Too obvious

[Anonymous No.]

>shadowbanned Pekora to force her to buy the checkmark
DAMN YOU TWITTER

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572634
>>42572637
It was the Pekora dakimakura cover in ars I guess.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572637
What does she think could happen?

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572642
Retard its
>x stops
>y starts
Really makes you think

[Anonymous No.]

Kisses from botan...

[Anonymous No.]

>Pekora insta
>filled with cat pictures

[Anonymous No.]

https://twitter.com/sakuramiko35/status/1621879857641848834 Miko's finally done with the recording.

[Anonymous No.]

INSTA HATE

[Anonymous No.]

just make a goro insta already

[Anonymous No.]

>ctrl + f "kana"
>159 results
at this point how the fuck is that spamming faggot not permabanned again?

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572656
Miko stream onegai...

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572653
cat lady...

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572623
this
This thread can turn into apocalyptic hell scape from all the sidebranch/Niji posting but I will N E V E R leave
Jannies better know this information right here.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572656
it's literally midnight wtf

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572653
>>42572655
>>42572659

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572655
>>42572653
Sounds like it would be a fun thing to me

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572672
grow up zion... oh wait you already did

[Anonymous No.]

Insta is old and busted Pekora.
Come to tikkutokku.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572670
>>42572656
Fuck cover black company

[Anonymous No.]

Iroha just knock lap off. She deserves it...

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572662
Why would a meido permaban himself?

[Anonymous No.]

Botan needs to take responsibility for getting me horny so often

[Anonymous No.]

Twapteamwin...

[Anonymous No.]

*is loved by everyone*
*loves everyone*

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572675
(She also doesnt hate instagram anymore)

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572681
>hired new jannies
>spamming started right after
hmmmmm

[Anonymous No.]

Pekora just use your 2nd twitter more. You used to post stuff like this

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572682
calm down Subaru

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572693
I'm still waiting for the new fatter Jiru photo

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572693
The cathouse images were really cute

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572623
>>42572669
get a room

[Anonymous No.]

I don't like cats

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572692
This website needs friendly fire.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572700
Mimi is such a cutie and fatass punks like Taiga and Goro doesn't deserve to be called cats

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572706
but do you like monkey?

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572712

[Anonymous No.]

https://twitter.com/murolan_/status/1621864151160332293
ahhh... music to my ears

[Anonymous No.]

Pekora raped her cats and monkey

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572710
*ruins your tarot cards*

[Anonymous No.]

nousagi ddos'd a website again

[Anonymous No.]

Pekora crashed Bakudanyaki's site again, another collab coming.

[Anonymous No.]

greenturd succesfully deleted from this timeline

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572662
>>42572681
>>42572692
>>42572709
But why spam this fanfic? Did he really write this?

[Anonymous No.]

Botan rubbing my balls...

[Anonymous No.]

I don't get this meme but Fubuki looks cute there.

[Anonymous No.]

Now I feel dumb but Korone also has nice cleavage.

Okayu, Korone, Chloe, Iofi and Irys have amazing cleavages now, am I missing someone?

[Anonymous No.]

Kanata woke up in a cornfield.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572734
this is probably from that rice game

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572730
probably just a somewhat hololive related wall of text

[Anonymous No.]

open Polka stream
>Fubuki
nahone

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572738
Mel?

[Anonymous No.]

otsushishiron~

[Anonymous No.]

Breathe in

[Anonymous No.]

oyasumi shishiron

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572744
Thanks for telling

[Anonymous No.]

bodan...

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572744
I like these collabs where someone joins in just to chat along with the streamer.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572738
Beg harder

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572730
https://youtu.be/CCWk3mgA4FI
See the description. He stole it from a well respected subber.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572748
*sniff*

[Anonymous No.]

Clevage is plural by the way you 3rd worlder.

[Anonymous No.]

>en mention
>plebbit spacing
Why enshart why is minato aqua such a cute little jelly bean. Hope she streams more

[Anonymous No.]

YUUTAROU LOVE

[Anonymous No.]

Random greyname:
>HI IM FROM <country>
Who the fuck cares? What is wrong with these "people"?

[Anonymous No.]

Pekora Mocopi stream soon

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572753
yeah it is nice

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572767
Come 2 Brazil

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572753
i unironically watch vspo just because they do this all the time

[Anonymous No.]

I really hope she gets the mocopi 3d, Pekora full 3d would be extremely cute.

[Anonymous No.]

Pekotyan mocopi incoming

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572769
RFA... when was the last one...

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572767
>Who the fuck cares?
Clearly you

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572757
>he
why would you out yourself like that?

[Anonymous No.]

Pekora ASMR when...

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572769
>>42572776
Good, I hope everyone gets it eventually
>>42572775
She is one of the cutest in 3D

[Anonymous No.]

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572767

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572775
>>42572776
Don't care about this stupid whore

[Anonymous No.]

miComet collab tomorrow

[Anonymous No.]

Watame is pissing in my mouth today

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572786
Better lawyer up then

[Anonymous No.]

teeth

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572803

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572803
Sadly it's teeth 99% of the time

[Anonymous No.]

>Northeption doing really good yesterday
>Towa notices them and start cheering for them today
>They all lose early in each game

[Anonymous No.]

[Anonymous No.]

おつ
ぺこ

[Anonymous No.]

おつ
おや
また

[Anonymous No.]

おつ
ぺこ

[Anonymous No.]

おつ
ぺこ

[Anonymous No.]

おつぺこ

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572744
>>42572753
They're the most soul collabs, I remember when Polka tuned in some Marine stream and they ended up teasing each other, it was very funny.
Oh wait I found a pic.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572807
Tell Twap sTop Talking

[Anonymous No.]

おつ
ぺこ

[Anonymous No.]

おつぺこ~

[Anonymous No.]

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572817
You just want the thread to melt, don't you

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572775
>>42572776
PekoMikoCHADS KEEP ON WINNING

[Anonymous No.]

OTSUPEKO~!

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572820
PEBOT LOVE

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572774
I unironically watch vspo because of nose

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572827
Fuck off retard

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572820
pebo and Towa

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572833
Nose...

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572833
Nose...

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572832
Can't wait for monday

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572823

[Anonymous No.]

will twitter go after her for being a bigot now?

[Anonymous No.]

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572827
which one of these is you?
>>42572809
>>42572811
>>42572812
>>42572814
>>42572816

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572836
towa...

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572825
I'm being genuine here but I must admit the fact it was a G*ra birthday drawing stream is pretty hilarious since I completely forgot about it until I saw the screenshot in my marine folder.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572846
All me

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572842
As usual, japs don't care

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572846
definitely this one >>42572814

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572833
Same... I like Qpi too though.
Collab when? it's been ages since the last one.

[Anonymous No.]

Is this unironic schizo nousagi still here?

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572846
yes

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572860
No it hasn't https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PFJF6z-VbgM
Though I agree they should collab more

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572842
Just like the last 10 times you thought that'd happen, no.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572864
I remember this artist.

[Anonymous No.]

I'd like to order one pair of Mio's used tights.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572842
The fuck you're talking about

[Anonymous No.]

Sugoi Apex...

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572846
All me, no seriously, all of those posts are mine.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572779
Out what, detective?

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572875

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572874
His most recent Pekora art has some awful anatomy, even for him.

[Anonymous No.]

Torambo...

[Anonymous No.]

Twambo...

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572817
Yeah that was fun. I remember that Polka wanted senchou to choose a special nickname for her and she came up with porupippi, thankfully she never used it again kusa

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572888
Anatomy isn't so important.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572887
I want Mio to watch me sniffing her sweaty freshly worn tights.

[Anonymous No.]

TOWA STOP ROOTING FOR JAPANESE TEAMS YOU'RE CURSING THEM

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572893

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572892
Fuutan your back...

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572867
>27 december
Hm I think I missed it, the like button isn't pressed. I wonder why, it's not like I do anything aside from watching streams these days.
But yeah they should collab more, sometimes I wish they'd do a minecraft collab like the VSPOs do together sometimes.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572848
>G*ra
autism

[Anonymous No.]

https://twitter.com/houshoumarine/status/1621893823529091072
noel no...

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572774
>>42572833
>>42572860
>>42572867
>>42572901
>>>/vt/vspo

[Anonymous No.]

fubuki's TOO excited

[Anonymous No.]

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572901
They should just transfer Towa to Vspo like Met

[Anonymous No.]

1 meter!

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572918
Botan does need to take responsibility, preferably by marrying me

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572757
heh I never actually read the text.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572918
Take responsibility shishiron.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572919
Unfortunately, Towa is an idol first and foremost.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572918
AI is too powerful

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572919
Why do you hate Vspo?

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572910
malicious moderation yet again

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572918
>SEA people are still mad about Moona
>Jannies have been spamming the thread recently

yup that summarizes it pretty well

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572910
Takes you're meds, honorary holos are holos related here and I'll continue posting to make you seethe

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572919
towa makes too much money in holo to trans---fer

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572918
>SEA people are still mad about Moona
how did that happen?

[Anonymous No.]

Where is the break time Twi...

[Anonymous No.]

towa said she wished she had money to buy an herman miller chair...

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572918
what site is this?

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572918
>Jannies have been spamming the thread recently
y-yab

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572918
So, whose account Pekora stole?

[Anonymous No.]

>seethe
Why does /v/ love to use this word so much?

[Anonymous No.]

iroha on the inclination

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572918

[Anonymous No.]

Honorary holos: Varium and L*L* Nose is just kenzoku spam

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572918
>SEA people are still mad about Moona
White people love Moona

[Anonymous No.]

I will probably never be able to understand why some people seethe at hololive so much.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572970
All true

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572963
>Well respected subber
He must've stole it from the japanese side
>>42572970
>Towa is behind locked bars
towjail...

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572971
fuck off rockmantin

[Anonymous No.]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=37A5o63uNBo

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572973
no we don't

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572982
hello, SEA people

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572970
Toi...

[Anonymous No.]

Twapex Legends...

[Anonymous No.]

I feel bad for Iroha that there is no one in her gen nearly as autistic about minecraft as her. She's going to have built half the server at this rate

[Anonymous No.]

botans asshole is the shape of my penis

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572918
link anon?

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572982
Umm, you're not white, pedro

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573005
I want to lick her asshole...

[Anonymous No.]

Toire chance...

[Anonymous No.]

Toire...

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573005
So, round?

[Anonymous No.]

the fuck is this witch slut doing

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572991
>>42573010
why are SEAs like this? Why do you need to reply twice?

[Anonymous No.]

[Anonymous No.]

Towa takes a lot of breaks

[Anonymous No.]

>falseflagging falseflaggers
??????????????

[Anonymous No.]

some indog is leeching japanese fonts

[Anonymous No.]

I'm Towa's トイレ

[Anonymous No.]

I hecking love /hlg/

[Anonymous No.]

Uh oh, the SEA people is having a little melty

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573000
Had she joined Hololive like 2 years prior she would have had a lot of competition for Minecraft autism, but alas.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572982
>>42572991
>>42573010
>>42573027
I'm an argentino nousagi and I'm white as flour

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573032
I like how yesterday she took a break to get some ice cream.

[Anonymous No.]

Hello from Jakarta

[Anonymous No.]

Which holo eats beans at movie theaters?

[Anonymous No.]

True white people love mooners

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573035
>some indog is leeching

[Anonymous No.]

Towa just sneezed directly into my mouth

[Anonymous No.]

Towa just sneezed directly into my mouth

[Anonymous No.]

Towa just sneezed directly into my mouth

[Anonymous No.]

Twapsneeze...

[Anonymous No.]

I hate kenzoku so much.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573042
argentina is a poor shithole. you are as brown as a mud eater from haiti.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573052
>>42573053
>>42573054
Triple Twovid...

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572977
Sometimes I wonder if people here unironically thinks that all subbed clip watchers are EOP trash and that in order to fit in or be "Japanese" you need to strictly only consume Japanese content; even thinking highly of those shitty clickbaiting kirinuki overusing blushes and marumaru censorship shit as the title.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572918
my cute little jelly bean

[Anonymous No.]

Morning cuddles with Okayu that turn into afternoon snuggles because you didn't want to get out of bed yet

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573052
>>42573053
>>42573054
>>42573055
thanks for the update

[Anonymous No.]

Why they reseted the match?

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572192
miosha, stop tempting me...

[Anonymous No.]

Shut up ESL trash

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573070
Game bugged, it seems.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573064
I wish she'd stream... sunday karaoke surely, right?

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572918
AI is getting too smart

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573077
surely

[Anonymous No.]

Lamy believes in me.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573068
Please don't post whores

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573068
Has she posted anything in any of her alt accounts? She hasn't posted anything in the 129038123 accounts that I know of.
How do we even know she's still alive?

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573085
Is this a whore?

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573009
fontworks

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573077
Big chance that it's karaoke but not the one that you expect
https://store.steampowered.com/app/2200190/Chillas_Art_The_Karaoke/

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573093
>cute feminine clothes
pure.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573093
That's a cute man

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573062
>subbed clip watchers are EOP trash
Well yes, even ignoring the horrible subs they always pick boring moments and never make anything longer than 5 minutes, you have to be a retard to watch EOP clips when you have other options.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573093
*cums on her face*

[Anonymous No.]

Shut up Towa don't talk with your mouth full

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573099
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

[Anonymous No.]

I am the sexiest.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573099
CHILLAS' GODS

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573099

[Anonymous No.]

I want to kiss Twi while she has food in her mouth...

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573091
she's in the psych ward anon. No internet allowed

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573099
But scared Aqua is cute

[Anonymous No.]

why is iroha so popular? is it the pureness?

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573123
>Iroha
>pure
roru

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573121
she is!
https://youtu.be/BIPh0cYfd8I?t=4559

[Anonymous No.]

Ngl, Towarumi is so sex but it is so baffling that she hasn't landed a relationship yet.

[Anonymous No.]

Flare is half elf, half human!

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573113

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573091
How many accounts do you know of? Also she updated a playlist on her YouTube channel not too long ago and some anon that knows her better than me or you said she's doing fine.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573125
kys cuckmate

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573126
The one time that chilla made something good

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573134
All her public-facing accounts. I'm not into stalking her personal accounts but I know which anon you're talking about.
Well at least she's still alive.

[Anonymous No.]

YEAR
OF
GOZARU

[Anonymous No.]

>stomache ache
>keeps eating month expired frozen sushi

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573099
I kneel, ChillaGOD...

[Anonymous No.]

I already jerked off to hurea today...

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572932
for a second I thought this was Okayu

[Anonymous No.]

Ah yes, the four cardinal directions:
北
左
右
二

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573126
I'll never forget the sights this game showed me.

[Anonymous No.]

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573144
Towa doesn't waste food.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573157
are you sure once was enough?

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573157
So?

[Anonymous No.]

Only brown people like Rendy love Moona

[Anonymous No.]

why is Fubuki like this

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572918

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573157

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573133
Seems like it's time to make quarter elves!

[Anonymous No.]

can't believe fubuki used the lolis as landmarks...

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573173
Chilla love

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573176
Quarter-elf, half orc!

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573161
I love my cute herpes cunny with a bowl of maggots

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573173
>Towa is a popular member of Hololive and her fans love her
Please say cap.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573141
Look around this post >>42517256 there's some stuff in that thread.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573164
I won't be able to get horny for anyone else at this rate...

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573173
I am a Chilla anti, she should graduate

[Anonymous No.]

Love Noel

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573199
https://files.catbox.moe/kg0n9u.mp4
That's too bad, anon

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573176
What are the other 3/4ths?

[Anonymous No.]

Towa tagged her esports watchalong stream with #ひろがるホロライブ

[Anonymous No.]

Miko bebber

[Anonymous No.]

Got an achievement for petting the cat so much...

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573206
Coffee

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573207
You just noticed?

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572918
Jews invented that Baal was the lord of the flies to mock canaanites due of the putrid meat his shrines always had. It is an stolen god converted into a demon in the abrahamic mythos.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573135
Her own words, or are we seriously getting post Holo X newfags here. Somehow I doubt it.

[Anonymous No.]

call me Romulus because I want to suck and live off Mio's wolf titties

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573207
A shame to her pretty face but I want to slap her so hard right now

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573205
I don't have any sweets to give Flare I'm so sorry...

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573226
go post your shitty wall of text schizo

[Anonymous No.]

Do japanese towns really look like this? I thought it was just an anime thing

[Anonymous No.]

Towa can't stop cumming to their positioning

[Anonymous No.]

why is this allowed?

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573246
Anime towns are generally made using real towns as reference

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573253
That's pretty crazy

[Anonymous No.]

It begins.

https://twitter.com/akaihaato/status/1621889960608673794

[Anonymous No.]

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573246
You must think all of Japan is just an anime thing...

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573263
based chammers
fuck twittertrannies

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573266
Tell me, why does she play the flute?

[Anonymous No.]

Twa looks so dumb...

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573263

[Anonymous No.]

Polka is using that voice again...

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573273
HAG CHO LOVE

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573273
Obviously biased choices in the images, but still god damn

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573266
why is smoking allowed now?

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573193
With how many landmines she hangs out with, none of that is really surprising. Anyways guess she won't be back for a while still.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573273
white women really age like shit

[Anonymous No.]

Kill yourselves EOP clipwatchers
https://youtu.be/RzrckTnW8nM

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573282
Ever since Towa debuted

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573182
>orc
I know I'm ugly but this was uncalled for.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573273
Bongs explain.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573263
is her PC even strong enough to run it?

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573252
?????

[Anonymous No.]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rXspWHGSZpQ
grass

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573273
I thought Ginny was JK Rowling lol

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573289
It was either that or calling you a dwarf directly.

[Anonymous No.]

My Orc genes are perfect for breeding with Lamy.

[Anonymous No.]

ESL, EOP and SEA.
This is me.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573289
Would Flare let me impregnate her armpit pussy

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573263
JK LOVE

[Anonymous No.]

>japanese teams doing bad in world edge
its over towa...

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573305
I don't think Flare can do much if you have the power to disregard biology like that

[Anonymous No.]

https://youtu.be/S0EBjgCHp7U
chikkinbros...

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573273
Really only Hermione and Luna aged like milk. And Hermione probably has a better picture somewhere.
Luna looks like a crackwhore however.

[Anonymous No.]

Give up

[Anonymous No.]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0BKZFHro7iE
Why does it have to be Kiara? I'd happily listen to Fauna and Mumei chat about anything, but Kiara?

[Anonymous No.]

>Towa likes fat man hairy men now

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573330
Yeah, me

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573330
>now

[Anonymous No.]

I woke early the past 2 days for the first time in a long time
and there were no interesting streams and worst of all no miko watchalong
truly i am cursed

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573330
>Towa

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573126
That elevator jumpscare is godlike and got the most genuine screams out of all holos and no one can tell me otherwise.

[Anonymous No.]

Por...

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573330

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573305
She'd let you try for a while but grow tired of it eventually.

[Anonymous No.]

[Anonymous No.]

Polka...

[Anonymous No.]

[Anonymous No.]

Holy shit, Japan is big.

[Anonymous No.]

What if Towa just never came back from her break

[Anonymous No.]

Flare is pissing directly in my mouth, by the way.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573352
The way it made Okayu scream was quite something

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573077
Every time you post this image she delays her next stream

[Anonymous No.]

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573359
https://litter.catbox.moe/v6n9xy.png

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573295
love her laugh

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573330
I want the bald man to win.

[Anonymous No.]

Fuck it, I'm going to fap to Flare's fat brown tits.

[Anonymous No.]

[Anonymous No.]

* FINAL TALLY OF THE DAY IS IN *

Here it goes
>34,140: Pekora (Hololive)
>33,323: Suisei (Hololive)
>31,477: Zeta (Hololive)
>25,512: Sasaki (Nijisanji)
>23,461: Subaru (Hololive)
>21,857: Kuzuha (Nijisanji)
>21,019: Botan (Hololive)
>20,843: Iroha (Hololive)
>20,762: Kuzuha (Nijisanji)
>19,517: Ibrahim (Nijisanji)
>19,356: Met (774 inc)
>17,659: Reine (Hololive)
>17,216: Iofi (Hololive)
>16,906: AZKi (Hololive)
>16,502: Hal (Neo-Porte)
>16,434: Korone (Hololive)
>15,860: Leos (Nijisanji)
>14,918: Hayato (Nijisanji)
>14,330: Subaru (Hololive)
>14,088: Koyori (Hololive)
>13,864: Chloe (Hololive)
>13,738: Fubuki (Hololive)
>13,656: Flare (Hololive)
>13,538: Salome (Nijisanji)
>13,022: NeruMero (Indie)
>12,306: Lauren (Nijisanji)
>12,187: Fuwa (Nijisanji)
>11,251: Furen (Nijisanji)
>10,949: Towa (Hololive)
>10,653: Nui (Nijisanji)
>10,559: Ange (Nijisanji)
>10,550: Iroha (Hololive)

Pekora with a very scuffed gold in an otherwise very uneventful day.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573359
What's wrong with Laplus's chest?

[Anonymous No.]

I like Flare for her personality and sense of humour...

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573373
https://youtu.be/ZCaTRlsncBg?t=3345

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573386
wrong tab

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573366
I used to think the UK and Japan are around the same size, like mirror island nations... but it turns out Japan is like 50% bigger.

[Anonymous No.]

[Anonymous No.]

[Anonymous No.]

Towa's nose in pain...

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573395
A girly girl

[Anonymous No.]

TwaNose...

[Anonymous No.]

https://twitter.com/ka___sk/status/1621882145538207746
Very cute

[Anonymous No.]

Twi nose...

[Anonymous No.]

https://youtu.be/szONkV3l21g
I really like this

[Anonymous No.]

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572817
sex

[Anonymous No.]

post sex mio. my team just won and I would like to celebrate it with a wank

[Anonymous No.]

>ctrl + W
>"kanata"
>too many results

[Anonymous No.]

WATAMATES?

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573439
https://litter.catbox.moe/7upgd1.png

[Anonymous No.]

[Anonymous No.]

Rikotan is a leech

[Anonymous No.]

>sheep ranch
Why the fuck does Japan have a sheep ranch? And why is the sign in english?

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573447
>mio with no pubes
come on, anon. I know you're better than this

[Anonymous No.]

Watame is alone with a girl in her room...

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573455
You stupid fuck, we've seen Mio in a swimsuit, she shaves.

[Anonymous No.]

i wanna be bros with suisei. but i also want her to be the hoes before the bros. i want to fuck suisei senseless before ghosting & leaving her alone crying in the room to go hang out with my bro suisei on the porch.

[Anonymous No.]

Elixir complete!

[Anonymous No.]

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573459
it's fucking winter. no one is wearing a bikini in this weather. mio has a jungle down there

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573454
They are English sheep

[Anonymous No.]

[Anonymous No.]

https://twitter.com/amanekanatach/status/1621911612126015489
imagine the smell

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573386
>16,906: AZKi (Hololive)
MARRIED WOMAN SEX LOVE

[Anonymous No.]

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573455
https://litter.catbox.moe/4evtiu.jpg

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573468
Dekai!

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573439
https://litter.catbox.moe/zc65m3.jpeg

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573471
The positions of their vaginal bones and bellybuttons don't match, what a hack artist

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573473
>>42573475
Mio looks way hotter when she has a bit of belly fat

[Anonymous No.]

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573273
those western white whores aged like dog shit. the asian women aged like fine wine, and thats not just my yellow fever talking.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573461
Nice tits.

[Anonymous No.]

Powerpoint... Twap...

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573273
Xingqiu looks so good

[Anonymous No.]

[Anonymous No.]

https://twitter.com/gawrgura/status/1621787172084015105
Gura was playing with her "trident" and got splooge... she's so fucked up

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573479
https://litter.catbox.moe/21ripe.jpg
Yeah

[Anonymous No.]

[Anonymous No.]

i want to have a threesome with polka and fubuki...

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573499
by me

[Anonymous No.]

[Anonymous No.]

Dyke hair squad assemble!

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573500
this is a confusing perspective. not really sure what's happening here.

[Anonymous No.]

sex with a married woman who actually streams somewhat regularly?

[Anonymous No.]

Fubuki and Polka are orgasming.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573522
they saw me naked
hehe just kidding

[Anonymous No.]

[Anonymous No.]

[Anonymous No.]

https://twitter.com/amanekanatach/status/1621913777238339589
debutaso

[Anonymous No.]

This entire time I thought they were saying Shadowreaver.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573513
https://litter.catbox.moe/jvzlcs.jpg
Me neither but it's hot anyway

[Anonymous No.]

Pubefags are so fucking annoying.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573540
I think the angle indicates that you're licking Mio's manko

[Anonymous No.]

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573379
Good lord

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573273
White women age great, bong women are a massive expectation because bong women are disgusting. Slavs in particular look pretty good despite their age.

[Anonymous No.]

Thanks to Towa, Japan will not have any represents in the finals!

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573552
What the fuck, Towa is real?

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573510
towa isn't gay... anymore

[Anonymous No.]

*smells like fucked butthole*

[Anonymous No.]

[Anonymous No.]

おつみぉーん！The game has pretty nice puzzles, didn't realize she went for almost three hours. Mio kept forgetting the cardinal directions...

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573510
short hair doesn't make you a dyke

[Anonymous No.]

When a girl joins Hololive it becomes straight

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573551
https://litter.catbox.moe/whius6.png
It could be

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573573
If short hair doesn't make you a dyke, then why does long hair make me fag?

[Anonymous No.]

Aren't Omarun & Fubuki bit too loud

[Anonymous No.]

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573578
I'm curious, do you have a favorite picture of mio, lewd and/or not lewd

[Anonymous No.]

this beer is kicking my ass

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573579
you aren't just playing it up hard enough
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CmXWkMlKFkI

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573579
It's not the long hair that makes you a fag

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573578
I still can't believe Fu_mi_hiko is a woman that wants to be used like this.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573573
God damn that's adorable

[Anonymous No.]

Shishiro Botan is _____

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573510
She's so gay...

[Anonymous No.]

https://twitter.com/ookamimio/status/1621914781283414016
>次はラストまでやりたーい٩( ˙꒳​˙ )ว
Day 11/16 so slightly longer stream next time. Hopefully it'll be on a weekend... I Wonder which ending she'll get.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573597
>Fu_mi_hiko is a woman
what the fuck? really?

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573595
You know what, I should be drinking right now.

[Anonymous No.]

Flare has made contact with the amanekanatach

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573609
You should.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573604
Cute

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573590
https://litter.catbox.moe/v0sft0.JPG
https://litter.catbox.moe/tkkx74.jpg
Probably these

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573618
I see you have a type. I like tender love making mio pictures

[Anonymous No.]

There is no Twi...

[Anonymous No.]

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573630
Flakora...

[Anonymous No.]

[Anonymous No.]

[Anonymous No.]

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573604
a girl too you know

[Anonymous No.]

towa took the phrase "smoke break" too seriously...

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573618
>fumihiko
I thought you were better than this Mio anon...

[Anonymous No.]

[Anonymous No.]

Any Thoughts?
https://streamable.com/jdqv3y

[Anonymous No.]

I wonder why I like posting holo lewds for anons so much.

[Anonymous No.]

I need evidence. I refuse to believe fumihiko is a woman

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573627
https://litter.catbox.moe/k625og.jpg
Yeah usually for me the sluttier they look the better

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573661
it turns you on to know that you made someone cum

[Anonymous No.]

Why do kenzokus keep pushing this smoke narrative every time?

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573654
Botan's asscheek is hanging out. She's not a slut like that!

[Anonymous No.]

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573654
I think they should collab
please

[Anonymous No.]

Was this the worst hololive outfit?

[Anonymous No.]

Any good streams today?
How's the new chillas crap?

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573667
>the sluttier they look the better
Very nice
https://litter.catbox.moe/ge1sti.jpg

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573670
You might be right.

[Anonymous No.]

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573667
I guess the gap between Mio's homely-ness and slutty mio can be pretty hot

[Anonymous No.]

Towa just sneezed directly into my mouth

[Anonymous No.]

Towa just sneezed directly into my mouth

[Anonymous No.]

Twapcatsneeze...

[Anonymous No.]

towasamasneeze...

[Anonymous No.]

Towa just sneezed down my throat

[Anonymous No.]

Towa just sneezed directly into my mouth

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573682
The live2D was bad, but at least the fanart of it was good...

[Anonymous No.]

Towa just sneezed directly into my dick

[Anonymous No.]

[Anonymous No.]

[Anonymous No.]

Towa neko sneeze...

[Anonymous No.]

Kanata and Flare should have sex

[Anonymous No.]

I doubt anyone else notices he's just spamming pixiv art

[Anonymous No.]

[Anonymous No.]

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573715
Does Polka ever use it?

[Anonymous No.]

>flare seeing my pp

[Anonymous No.]

T word...

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573748

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573748
It's bigger than her Smile&Go views!

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573654

[Anonymous No.]

I bet Towa tongue kisses her cat

[Anonymous No.]

the fuck is the darkie elf doing

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572192
just realized ayafubumi performed tsubaki on ayamekko birthday this is fucking bullshit I paid $100 to watch this live in april why they got this for free

[Anonymous No.]

Nye

[Anonymous No.]

otsu poruka

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573748
kys she's a lesbian

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573648
Elaborate?

[Anonymous No.]

>flare smelling my pp juice.

[Anonymous No.]

EN3 confirmed

[Anonymous No.]

Twa's nose water...

[Anonymous No.]

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573748
lol
lmao

pic rel is mine

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573793
Where's the manko spread?

[Anonymous No.]

cute silent kanatan

[Anonymous No.]

Nice teams Twi...

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573741
Not so much lately, she's been using her gyaru model mostly.

[Anonymous No.]

[Anonymous No.]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3JPSX-zWrPg
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3JPSX-zWrPg
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3JPSX-zWrPg
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3JPSX-zWrPg

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573799
Ask Ayamy

[Anonymous No.]

sometimes i like to pretend to be kanata by watching a video with my headphones off

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573774
Hey man!

[Anonymous No.]

>watame seeing my pp

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573771
the paid live version was cooler at least

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573784
kys

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573789
Watamates, explain?

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573807
I want to fuck this comfort woman so bad...

[Anonymous No.]

Somber holos?

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573806

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573806
finally good stream

[Anonymous No.]

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573807
Knowing her she probably did draw it...

[Anonymous No.]

submit to mel

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573806
DO IT AROUND 1AM HIME COME ON

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573789
People who usually posts those things are probably incels with no or barely any sexual experience, and those experiences were so frustrated they start projecting fantasies like this in the internet.

[Anonymous No.]

[Anonymous No.]

do you think coco & kanata have explored each other's bodies

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573829
Why, she wouldn't benefit from it in any way.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573789
How do you even come across shit like this?

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573842
nah. they're not that close

[Anonymous No.]

eeeeee www

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573793
Meru wears slutty panties

[Anonymous No.]

Why are Nips doomposting about Twitter again?

[Anonymous No.]

We don't have any JP right? It's just schizos and mentally ill third world people.. right?

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573843
You get daily foot worship and footjobs and if you do good you get to be her chair.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573856
Every poster you don't like is the nationality you hate most, and every poster you like is japanese

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573856
the united states is third world

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[Anonymous No.]

>>42573861
>Every poster you don't like is the nationality you hate most
No wonder why there's so many burgers here...

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573868
Yeah, European countries are the only first-world countries in the world.

[Anonymous No.]

Watame says she needs to pee so bad she might explode...

[Anonymous No.]

Tiktak...

[Anonymous No.]

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573873
strawberry hunt season?

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573880
Has she been drinking beer?

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573876
Not even all European countries. The east block is a mess, England is a shithole, France is france. Pretty much only the nordics are worth anything

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573825
why is she like the way she is

[Anonymous No.]

Ja volim Lunu.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573875
We love burgers here, faggot.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573893
Nah, be honest most people would rather live in the EU than anywhere else in the world. There is a reason why everyone wants to immigrate here.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573893
>Pretty much only the nordics are worth anything
Except they're all garbage.

[Anonymous No.]

[Anonymous No.]

DID SOMEONE SAY BURGER

[Anonymous No.]

kanataso...

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573902
Well yeah even the shit european countries are better than non-european alternatives. But within europe they're still shit

[Anonymous No.]

burgers!?

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573854
Elon is banning bots and image spammers

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573918
not sexy

[Anonymous No.]

Retards there's an actual definition for the words you're using. The 1st world was NATO and NATO aligned countries, the 2nd world was the USSR and their allies and the 3rd world was the rest. 3rd world doesn't mean "country I don't like"

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[Anonymous No.]

>>42573905
All countries have their bad parts, but overall I wouldn't want to live anywhere outside the nordics, switzerland, or new zealand.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573932
That was the original definition, but it's not how it's used colloquially nowadays.
Now it's closer to developed and developing countries, except that most "developed" countries are still third world shitholes.

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>>42573932
Yeah, the term has completely changed meaning over the years. Third world did not mean underdeveloped it just meant you didn't align yourself with one of the two powers.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573896
It's the gook blood...

[Anonymous No.]

It's so fucking annoying when I can't find the image I'm looking for in my holo folder.

[Anonymous No.]

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573947
Categorize better

[Anonymous No.]

Flare...

[Anonymous No.]

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573950
I have every image in two folders, one called Luna images and one called other.

[Anonymous No.]

Is this /pol/ ?

[Anonymous No.]

Flare almost killed herself and Kanata

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573954
Yeah, that's pretty broad. I have one misc folder and the rest is based on the subject of the picture

[Anonymous No.]

Flare nibbling on my cock.

[Anonymous No.]

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573941
It's not my problem morons use words without understanding them

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573961
Your cock doesn't look healthy
>>42573963
Poor anon doesn't understand the developement of language

[Anonymous No.]

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573950
I gave up and decided to just redownload the image.

[Anonymous No.]

...

[Anonymous No.]

Are we going to watch Vesper?

[Anonymous No.]

[Anonymous No.]

[Anonymous No.]

TOWA DID IT
SHE FUCKING CURSED JAPAN AGAIN

[Anonymous No.]

>pokemon, minecraft, apex

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573974
Revolting.

[Anonymous No.]

Towari...

[Anonymous No.]

ideal woman

[Anonymous No.]

burger hours...

[Anonymous No.]

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573981
Meanwhile, Luna ignores all that stuff.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573986
Yes!

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573981
You forgot geometry identifier.

[Anonymous No.]

now that moona is married... which other id's would be the same?
Literally, they're bound by law, except if they want to follow the wizard path

[Anonymous No.]

>makes brownoids seethe

[Anonymous No.]

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573994
Why would moona makes her husband seethe?

[Anonymous No.]

Flare & Kanata are being cute right now

[Anonymous No.]

(´～｀)ﾓｸﾞﾓｸﾞ

[Anonymous No.]

When are the beer hours?

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573989
I really appreciate that Luna plays autism simulators so often.

[Anonymous No.]

Guess who has a /jp/ pass now.
https://youtu.be/4t7-CcOqNn0

[Anonymous No.]

Towa is no more...

[Anonymous No.]

No Towapi don't go...

[Anonymous No.]

Towa has died

[Anonymous No.]

Twao's fault...

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574002
Yeah, I love Luna for becoming the best variety streamer of hololive.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573998
because she is cucking him with a horse that is better in sex thant that manlet dickelet

[Anonymous No.]

Flare acts like she's Kanata's mom

[Anonymous No.]

https://files.catbox.moe/z167nf.mp4

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573768
She used to but doesn't anymore after she found it she was allergic to it

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574019
>the best variety streamer of hololive
That's Towa.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574027
Towa has an ugly man voice.

[Anonymous No.]

otsukanata...

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574027
lol

[Anonymous No.]

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.

[Anonymous No.]

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574021
That horse? it's Towa.

[Anonymous No.]

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.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574027
towa is the best leech*

[Anonymous No.]

reminder that this is the jannies spamming

[Anonymous No.]

Kek moonashart is spamming again

[Anonymous No.]

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.

[Anonymous No.]

I'm really mad that anon has been posting burgers all this time when I specifically said I hate burgers.
Fuck you anon.

[Anonymous No.]

what should I get for lunch

[Anonymous No.]

la+ eating a hambubger

[Anonymous No.]

10 years of cumming inside Moona's rotten pussy

[Anonymous No.]

I drank too much

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574047
burgers

[Anonymous No.]

So... I tried a rib-eye steak at a restaurant... it sucked.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574045

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574050
But Moona has only existed like 3 years

[Anonymous No.]

Subaru has big nipples

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574047
Sushi

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574047
https://files.catbox.moe/sikhsp.mp4

[Anonymous No.]

Towa was here, but now she's gone. What does that say about the current state of the world?

[Anonymous No.]

Burger hours?

[Anonymous No.]

I thought all the trannies would be heimin, but they turned out to be lunaito

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574047
Get some curry. Just made some last night and it was amazing.

[Anonymous No.]

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573994
why can't they be happy one of their own is successful?

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574058
too fucking big

[Anonymous No.]

POV: you're Moona

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574068

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574061
It's healing

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573966
>Poor anon doesn't understand the developement of language
AKA a critical threshold where so many retards get it wrong they get to magically declare that they are now right. Wonderful!

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574052
How much did you drink?
I got destroyed by 3 ridiculously strong beers

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574058
I love this artist's stuff.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574059
I had a sushirrito on Thursday
>>42574060
>>42574053
maybe
>>42574066
curry sounds good. Japanese or Indian?

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574056
Good thing that's a sandwich and not a burger.

[Anonymous No.]

would you have sex with this chama?

[Anonymous No.]

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574052
You should show your penis

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574083
I made Indian, but go for whichever one you like more.

[Anonymous No.]

Haachama is a whore

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574086
I wouldn't have sex with her. just not attracted to hachama, but I like her as a chooba.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574077
Are you also upset when you see someone say something is awesome, yet exhibit no awe?

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574094
yeah, mine

[Anonymous No.]

mmm hamburger mmmmm

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574077
you are two decades late to complain about this

[Anonymous No.]

ｱﾞｱﾞｱﾞｱﾞｱﾞ

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574092
When I finally decide to forever leave the thread I will.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574077
Not him but yes unironically that is how languages work. The users of the word decide its meaning, if enough people in the world start misusing a word to the point where the wrong version is more common then that will become the new meaning.
Just like weeaboo lost all of its original meaning and now just means; "Someone who likes Japanese media".

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574093
chicken tikka masala sounds good too

[Anonymous No.]

Okakoro today

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574104
>weeaboo
I agree with you, but funnily enough, everyone just says weeb nowadays.

[Anonymous No.]

Minato Aqua

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574093
you apartment must stink~
stinky boy ~ ! stinky baby boy ~ ! ;3

[Anonymous No.]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t2qu3ScXy30
Thoughts?

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574113
I will fucking eviscerate you and eat your guts while you are still conscious.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574074
Indonesians are disgusting

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573901
Only the food.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574124
akwa...

[Anonymous No.]

watch flare

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574123
This faggot knew exactly what impression the name choice and thumbnail would get.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574105
Yeah, its really tasty.

[Anonymous No.]

why are all lunaitos alcoholic

[Anonymous No.]

favorite Beatles?
I like Paul

[Anonymous No.]

Flare created a nice indoor garden by accident

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574131
I am, but I am also wondering why she smiles so much, it's just minecraft. Why does she look so happy?
https://litter.catbox.moe/e8tbxp.png

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574119
Yeah, it really stinks, I can really see where the stereotype comes from.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574140
The real Paul or the fake they replaced him with after he died?

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574147
the original

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574123
they should force holos to collab with cool male vtubers

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574140
My favorite is Ringo Starr for one specific reason I cant say.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574144
she is just enjoying her time with a game she enjoys
I would smile too if I did that

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574136
apparently, the place serves chicken tikka masala burritos. should I get the rice platter or the burrito?

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574154
>I would smile too if I did that
Are you trying to tell me I'm broken beyond repair or what?

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574107
Even sooner than I thought
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4J0bYpe1B4Y

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574156
I love mexican food so go for it in my opinion, but nothing beats traditional.

[Anonymous No.]

https://youtu.be/EVqlnY0t5pE?t=3121
CHU

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574162
I'm curious about what it will taste like. I will get the burrito

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574160
Finally an okakoro stream, but it's at 4am for me. Damn.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574164
Sorry anon, that was for me

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574123
he knows what he's doing
my oshi is there so I will report.

[Anonymous No.]

I never ate a burger because my country forbids foreigner branches to operate here so no any fastfood branch either...

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574164
does AZKi know how appealing she is?

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574172
So make your own, it's one of the simplest foods

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573974
I want this but Towa.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574173
Yes, definitely.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574172
where the fuck do you live? you don't even have local burger places?

[Anonymous No.]

WHY COVER HATE BOOBS SO MUCH
WHEN ARE WE GOING TO RAISE UP AGAINST THIS ABUSE
LET'S TAKE DOWN THE TYRANNY
FREE THE BOOBS

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574165
Nice, tell me what it tastes like when it arrives. Maybe I will try making it at home.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573847
I ask the same thing whenever anons post mentally ill japanese girls with like a thousand followers or less

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574173
I mean look at that outfit, that isn't cute singer like it was before. That's cute housewife waiting for you.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574172
what the fuck are you cuban?

[Anonymous No.]

I don't really enjoy watching streams that much

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574159
of course not
it's just what I do as this cursed rock is already bad enough so I don't have to make it any more miserable for myself by being negative all the time

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574180
hes nork

[Anonymous No.]

Collabs with males = whore, unseiso not an idol
Idol = doesn't collab with men

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574181
and so every holo got a sarashi

[Anonymous No.]

CHINA #1

[Anonymous No.]

They all need to collab with males to placate my cuckolding fetish.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574200
you = retard

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574187
>>42574178
I bet these hags know how much they turn people on and like to tease and edge us. so cruel. looking especially at you, Mio, and Botan.

[Anonymous No.]

https://youtu.be/ED_4H7pq3Fk

https://youtu.be/ED_4H7pq3Fk

[Anonymous No.]

I do have a cuckolding fetish but seeing jap males as chads who steal your girls as a joke.

[Anonymous No.]

If y'all wanna want to hook yourselves onto Kanata to fuel your very abnormal para social desires in harmony, that's absolutely fine. But the moment any of you decide to try and blast any of the talents because they didn't feed your personal obsession, that's when you deserve to get ruthlessly dunked on. But even someone like Kanata will very likely change her mind with time, be it via collabs or even seeing another man IRL. You better be emotionally prepared for that.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574210
something needs to be about this cruelty

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574170
Report for what?

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574214
>meow meow nya
friend...

[Anonymous No.]

pekora won

[Anonymous No.]

Collabs with males= based idol Towa
Doesn't Collab with males= boring, not Towa

[Anonymous No.]

https://youtu.be/E-Xxo6utgNA

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574225
being a cuck degenerate? and brown?

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574217
Please tell me this a youtube comment. Homobeggars really think they'll eventually "convert" every single holo.

[Anonymous No.]

I think the best thing about 2023 so far is the AZKi revival arc.

[Anonymous No.]

Be honest, would you really are if Sora graduated tomorrow?

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574237
I remember when fubuki got mad at people calling her a cat but said its was perfectly fine for everyone else but us peasants to call her a cat.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574245
they used the word "talents" so its either reddit or youtube

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574247
care*

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574237
4 years....

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574219
each young and fertile male should get a designated hag to groom them into being a proper adult.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574260
I doubt that would work on these women
I suggest taking their cats away to teach them a lesson

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574246
I mean has anything else special really happened in 23?

[Anonymous No.]

I want to experience the pleasure of fulfilling a hags dream while my cum enters inside and impregnates her.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574227
Fubuki is a cat.

[Anonymous No.]

we need to own the incels by making every holo suck a dick on stream

[Anonymous No.]

>hime chilla stream
>7AM eurotime
I ain't gonna fucking make it fellas

[Anonymous No.]

Vesper...

[Anonymous No.]

https://litter.catbox.moe/mcgnn9.png

[Anonymous No.]

towa is playing with toy blocks right now

[Anonymous No.]

Kanata is too loud

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574288
move to Binland as it is 8am for us

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574292
Fake, there's no towa in that statement

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574288
Me too anon... I will wake up and then go to sleep listening to it.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574306
https://litter.catbox.moe/buxfe9.png

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574292
all this burger talk is makin' me hungry

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574313
people do love their clown wife.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574313
dork elf...

[Anonymous No.]

She doesn't want to collab with the boys, while talking to an almost all boys chat. Ironic isn't it. Well, it is her choice. Nobody has the right to force her. It's just that the idol culture is pure hypocrisy and toxic, trying to cater degenerates.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574292
That last sentence has sent my sides in orbit.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574164
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https://litter.catbox.moe/ab32n4.JPG

[Anonymous No.]

I got a glock in my rari.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574313
Flare is 100% dork and will never be cute.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574313
Very accurate observations. Who needs actual journalists

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574164
sex with AZKi

[Anonymous No.]

I miss Koyori.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42573806
>playing it in the afternoon
cowardly hime

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574314
just make a burger

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574353
the making of a burger is underway.

[Anonymous No.]

What kind of stuff do you put in the burger mix?

[Anonymous No.]

look at these gays
https://twitter.com/WestLee_Ar/status/1579898010439667712

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574292
kek, this AI shit is wild man

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574292
>the EU
Fucking kek

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574164
i think i've fallen in love with this married woman...

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574358
enjoy it

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574372
you and all the pioneers

[Anonymous No.]

https://youtu.be/EBj7JZiyR-s
still Flare's best cover

[Anonymous No.]

sinful hags

[Anonymous No.]

>your oshi
>your greatest fear

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574379
wtf flare can sing??????

[Anonymous No.]

wtf flare knows how to become invisible?

[Anonymous No.]

What's the first thing it comes to mind when I say shart enabler?

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574392
AZKi
God striking me down for coveting my neighbor's wife

[Anonymous No.]

wtf flare is brown?

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574417
Yeah, mine.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574392
Botan
That one day I will simply run out of passable entertainment to drown my meaningless life in

[Anonymous No.]

My favorite skin color is kind of a light brownish that you find in latinas and Mediterranean women. Flare is so close to that perfect skin status but fails just short.

[Anonymous No.]

Flare...

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574430
>passable entertainment
you'll just lower your standards

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574430
With the way the world is going that will probably never happen.

[Anonymous No.]

Huh, does Flare know it's 4am?
She should go to sleep.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574447
They are already pretty low
>>42574450
Hopefully it's an irrational fear, but most of them are.

[Anonymous No.]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y6AQZdGyQmU
>45k views
>1500 comments
god damn kanata must be doing something right unitybros

[Anonymous No.]

Stop ignoring me

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574313
Galaxykeks...

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574456
koropunch.png

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574460
Dont worry about it anon, us humans are an infinite potential of entertainment

[Anonymous No.]

>>>/vt/42351780

[Anonymous No.]

>>42572192
>>42572208
>>42572212
>>42572279
>>42572330
>>42572364
>>42572397
>>42572421
>>42572534
>>42572723
>>42572748
>>42572887
>>42572896
>>42573031
>>42573109
>>42573159
>>42573214
>>42573443
>>42573461
>>42573618
>>42573654
>>42573677
>>42573760
https://streamable.com/iw41vs
https://streamable.com/4g2hba
https://streamable.com/qmz8km
https://streamable.com/gjq9yz
https://streamable.com/p2jh30

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574483
But infinite growth for profit will drive budgets down, which will lower the quality of the entertainment product. At least it feels like animation quality in anime has gotten worse in the past years, games are released more and more unfinished, original shows are written worse and worse, etc.
Of course the few gems still exist, but overall quality seems on a downward trend

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574485
>its a flip
kenzocucks...... why are you like this.......

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574490
sex punishment for Mio for making anon reply to every post about her

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574494
That I agree with, but there are more and more great indie games coming out as a balance to all the shitty triple a games. Im sure it will happen when generations change. Once gen z controls everything , every thing will be better considering they are part of a counter culture going against millennials political correctness and minority hiring.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574464
>leeching the stars
Jesus, this girl have no shame.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574485
not reading or clicking on this

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574485
Haven't had a self doxx laugh in a while

[Anonymous No.]

Flare will conquer the server from below

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574511
Indie games have been pretty good recently. Signalis and Roadwarden are two of my recent favorites.

[Anonymous No.]

https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/104967779

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574525
Flare was a dwarf all along...

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574527
I already know about Signalis thanks to botan's playthrough, but shill me that other one.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574527
Yep, you just have to watch more carefully to find the gems.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574464
heimin should've gatekeeped kanata more

[Anonymous No.]

*gatekeeps kanata's hymen*

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574485
no wonder he's been shitposting about kanata lately with her telling homo beggars to fuck off

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574551
But the hymen is there for gatekeeping purposes

[Anonymous No.]

*slaps belly*

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574539
It's a text adventure where you play as a ranger sent to scout out a partially civilized region to the north. You need to investigate to see if it's worth the guilds time to invest in, try to find the previous Roadwarden who went missing 6 months ago and one other personal quest you choose at the beginning. You have 40 days and everything you do takes time so its important to think ahead. It's a very classic style text adventure rpg with a lot of branching choices and is like 10 bucks on steam.

[Anonymous No.]

Flare is a girl too, you know.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574567
it also has trannies and heckin LGBTQ+ characters

[Anonymous No.]

Fauna is a girly girl.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574570
she is a dwarf

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574485
This is what I imagine literally all of you to look like

[Anonymous No.]

https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/105077982
The truth revealed

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574573
There are a couple of gay characters but it's never a big theme or plot point. If you're autistic enough that can ruin an entire game then that's on you.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574578
Even me?

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574485
moonashart kek

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574570
Proof?

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574573
Good, I'm a lesbian tranny, i feel represented

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574574
Very

[Anonymous No.]

I think Flare should have sex with me

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574606 (me)
Thats why i watch hololive and im obnoxious about muh cgdct

[Anonymous No.]

nice scream from hurea

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574616
I love her so much

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574485
Why are these people sooooo fucking mentally retarded ?
Like what does this dude gain if Female Vtuber A collabs with male Vtuber B ?

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574616
https://files.catbox.moe/3t0baw.webm

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574617
calm down elffriend
>>42574624
that's the good stuff

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574623
He wins against the people that don't want that to happen

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574632
I will not. I will instead wank it to her once more.

[Anonymous No.]

This is the most attention Kanata ever got in her entire career.

[Anonymous No.]

For me, it's Mumei.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574182
https://litter.catbox.moe/gb1d2l.jpg
it's pretty good.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574633
And wins what?

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574641
From a fucking english translated clip that is. Westerners are mentally ill.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574490
alright, Mio knows exactly what's she doing. she's just teasing us at this point.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574635
well I am sure it is fine with her unlike with the other elf

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574660
Imaginary points. Similar to your sportsteam beating the other sportsteam, you had no part in the outcome but you feel a sense of accomplishment when they win. Or so I've heard.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574653
kys

[Anonymous No.]

Minecraft arc needs to come back, I need Shiraken to get back together.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574657
That rice hella long grain, almost spaghetti

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574675
but it is already back?

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574679
My oshi still hasn't made a stream about it, so it's not back just yet.

[Anonymous No.]

Has anyone checked on Flare? She's been streaming for 7 hours.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574683
hope she streams for you then!

[Anonymous No.]

warden hate

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574685
Thanks anon. I deeply miss the Minecraft autism.

[Anonymous No.]

its been too fucking cold...

[Anonymous No.]

Watame snack is yummy yummy today too!

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574670
Clearly fucking deranged
Whole fucking Reddit and /vt/ is populated by these bat shit crazy loonies

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574675
Sorry but Shiraken will only assemble when there involvement of Suisei as per the leader word Mik- I mean Flare

[Anonymous No.]

just botted and spammed the すき button on sukikirai so that kanata can beat suisei thank me later

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574702
>/vt/ is populated by these bat shit crazy loonies
you act like 4chan isn't entirely populated by these people

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574675
hogwarts first

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574694
understandable, I've really enjoyed my oshi's streams and the ones related to her

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574712
shiraken stands for trans rights

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574675
noel should be playing minecraft...

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574706
You're mentally ill.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574712
the sorting hat cant even fit on polka

[Anonymous No.]

I demand that Noel show her butthole on camera

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574732
This but my tongue instead of a camera

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574730
flare will pull polka out of the sorting hat.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574675
>Minecraft
Just watch Kaela bro.

[Anonymous No.]

I want to drink the diarrhea of a cute young japanese girl.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574742
But I want bants!

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574732
Anon...

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574730
It'll sort her as a hippogriff without the griff...

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574755
There's no hippogriff house in hogwards, dumbass!

[Anonymous No.]

I woke up with a cold but hime is on soon at least

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574742
They guy want to watch not sleep.

[Anonymous No.]

I miss you Mikochi...

[Anonymous No.]

OkaKoro ASMR never ever

[Anonymous No.]

Dwarf fortress Holo when?

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574774
I want Okayu Botan ASMR

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574744
Holo that eat garbage when?

[Anonymous No.]

https://twitter.com/Hecatiaz/status/1621964821687332864
what the fuck she opened a whole company

[Anonymous No.]

Flare doesn't have enough good ecchi art

[Anonymous No.]

*start sucking off tawa's banana*

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574792
Artia wants to be yagoo...

[Anonymous No.]

CHINA WON

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574792
poggers dood

[Anonymous No.]

https://www.youtube.com/live/0BKZFHro7iE
they're so seiso bros...

[Anonymous No.]

how do I get an owl wife bros?...

[Anonymous No.]

Need more pekomarine lewds

[Anonymous No.]

*tells Towa to cut off Kotaro's balls*

[Anonymous No.]

How do I get a Fauna wife bros?...

[Anonymous No.]

mumei is so cute I love her so much...

[Anonymous No.]

It's simple
Be brown

[Anonymous No.]

cute elf

[Anonymous No.]

Flare sure likes this music cd

[Anonymous No.]

Are we watching EN?

[Anonymous No.]

Otsunui! nice ending song haha.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574758
They had to make a new one since they're wasn't enough room in the others...

[Anonymous No.]

https://youtu.be/0BKZFHro7iE
Stream of the day.

[Anonymous No.]

Otsunui!

[Anonymous No.]

what has Watame been up to today
>7 hours
jesas

[Anonymous No.]

do mumei and fauna have sex with each other before or after the stream?

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574865
Every day

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574792
Your mom's gay.

[Anonymous No.]

https://files.catbox.moe/9pgq6m.webm

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574847
sluts

[Anonymous No.]

Fauna and Mumei are virgin lesbians

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574882
Yeah with me

[Anonymous No.]

Watame should join the girls talk collab.

[Anonymous No.]

I'd wrestle all 3 at once

[Anonymous No.]

do you think mumei is sexy

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574882
Yeah, they've never had sex with a woman. They are dick sluts on the other hand.

[Anonymous No.]

beg more loser

[Anonymous No.]

Marine is going to corrupt Iroha and force her to join her clique just like she did with Lamy...

[Anonymous No.]

Holo Cola Gen when

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574882
>virgin
>lesbians

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574900
FauMei is the new miComet.

[Anonymous No.]

GSG holo when

[Anonymous No.]

are the sluts talking about penises already?

[Anonymous No.]

Gonna drink these skin care products and use them as lube

[Anonymous No.]

Maybe some ENs are ok
https://files.catbox.moe/bfd10r.mp3

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574843
No, but I must admit Youtube recommended me the stream and I did a double take at the title:
>GIRLSTALK Listen In to Secret Girls Chat
Those fucking retards forgot an apostrophe...

[Anonymous No.]

I
MUST
B E G

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574905
i wish fbk would sing the gsg character songs that revo made..

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574919
>AI audio
Cover will sue you.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574843
I'll give the archive a shot, but I expect Kiara will make it unwatchable

[Anonymous No.]

why hasn't anyone made ai towa

[Anonymous No.]

Dumb bitch Vitamin A is Retinol

[Anonymous No.]

WHORES
WHORE
WHOR
WHO
WH
W
WH
WHO
WHOR
WHORE
WHORES

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574929
How could they, when it sounds nothing like any of their talents

[Anonymous No.]

https://files.catbox.moe/raox80.mp4

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574929
I'm not sure there'd be gounds for it, it sounds like none of them.

[Anonymous No.]

watching through todays backlog and Fubuki sure was cute in the dead space stream
also I didn't pay attention to it in Botan's stream as she didn't die enough to get the unique death animations but I am surprised how they kept the gore in considering how anal Japanese can be about it

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574933
Someone did, it sounded like a black woman, and not in a good way

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574947
Brown Towa...

[Anonymous No.]

Another Towa...

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574941
what the fuck?

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574929
>>AI audio
but it is true.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574924
Yeah, first thing I noticed was that unfortunate first part.
Although going by the second part, girl stalk actually makes a surprising amount of sense.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574947
Towa Herstory Month...

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574292
This shit is far funnier than any of these low tier AI audio clips

[Anonymous No.]

Generating god seed

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574944
Fubuki deadspace? I slept through something good.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574963
yeah
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pAT_AZCNTck

[Anonymous No.]

Watame has been blasting too many Ui beams

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574972
She has an infinte supply

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574944
she did have a warning on the screen

[Anonymous No.]

>stream ended 16 monutes ago
I had no idea Flare had still been live all this time

[Anonymous No.]

she has fingered herself to me

[Anonymous No.]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4t7-CcOqNn0
Official JP holos:
Kronii
Bae
Irys
Kiara
Mori

[Anonymous No.]

https://twitter.com/iwara_Dance/status/1621835394131296256

[Anonymous No.]

ui beam

[Anonymous No.]

why's FBK always so cute

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574986
Japan doesn't do dual citizenships. Ina is married to Nene so she is a greencard japanese. The rest have temp visas at best

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574986
Sora-daisen has spoken.
Bae is officially Japanese.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574976
I know, the Japanese release not being censored just somehow didn't register in my brain when watching Botan's playthrough

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574986
Gook
Chink
Hawaiian
Eurotrash
Mutt

[Anonymous No.]

I hope they talk about ass hair lasering

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574987
friend...
enemy...

[Anonymous No.]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nv4s9jhqAXA
this is the content hololive needs

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574994
easy*

[Anonymous No.]

>>42575007
The title lies, she's not even cute, nevermind very cute

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574999
When I see someone say 'eurotrash' and 'mutt' in same post I can only wonder where they're themselves from.
Arab? African? South-American?

[Anonymous No.]

>>42575018
Pure blooded american, of course

[Anonymous No.]

WATAME WTF STOOOOOOOOOOP

[Anonymous No.]

>>42575018
black

[Anonymous No.]

>>42575018
I'm Canadian.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42575018
jew probably

[Anonymous No.]

>>42575018
Japan

[Anonymous No.]

>>42575033
nihao nihao
baroon big baroon

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574755
the north american house hippo?

[Anonymous No.]

kiara has confirmed herself to be on birth control on a live hololive stream

[Anonymous No.]

sashimi...
https://youtu.be/WnWnPJ-Sr4Y

[Anonymous No.]

if shirakami is easy then why isn't kurokami hard but also extremely easy?

[Anonymous No.]

Nobody asked

[Anonymous No.]

>>42575041
Didn't ask

[Anonymous No.]

Pimple popping sex with Kiara

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574683
Aqua will never play minecraft again.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42575042
fuck now I want to make some sashimi
the timing is quite funny as I just bought a new sashimi knife earlier today

[Anonymous No.]

didn't all but noel do hogwarts house sortings last year?

[Anonymous No.]

Do-do-don't leave me, Watame...

[Anonymous No.]

https://twitter.com/Fu_MiHi_Ko/status/1621805762724118528
What is Shion doing? What is this called?

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574986
You forgot Towa

[Anonymous No.]

>>42575066
the gollum

[Anonymous No.]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gTddgowqiG8

>1am

Matsuri please I want to sleep...

[Anonymous No.]

>>42575066
one day this nigga is gonna learn how to draw but today is not that day

[Anonymous No.]

do holos even talk about monthly periods on stream

[Anonymous No.]

>>42575086
Obviously not

[Anonymous No.]

>>42575082
it's saturday faggot what do you mean

[Anonymous No.]

>>42575082
take a nap now

[Anonymous No.]

How do you feel about Kaela, Anon?

[Anonymous No.]

>>42575093
If I stay up for that I'll sleep during the primetime...

[Anonymous No.]

>>42575098
One hand on penor and other touching my prostate

[Anonymous No.]

Isn't Holo amazing? They pick up random girls from Japan turn them into idols, Make them get along with girls they've never met before and become close friends with them for life.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42575098
Kaela these nuts in your mouth, faggot!

[Anonymous No.]

>>42575098
Never watched her, but my image of her is that she is pretty dull. Also the model's anatomy is all fucked

[Anonymous No.]

>>42575098
I'm day one member, I love her autism

[Anonymous No.]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cHgfFyyMXf4
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BvqttxHszE4
I know the songs are already well known, but I can't help but think they purposefully cover songs that already have popular MMD dance animations for them, then they sit back and wait for what should hopefully be the inevitable result

[Anonymous No.]

>>42575116
Hololive is a Government psyop

[Anonymous No.]

>>42575098
Greatest thing that happened to Hololive in a long while.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42575098
I like her but I can't handle her stream content and hours.
She's sweet, hardworking, gamer autist with a unique voice. But she's also at times too autistic for her own good and doesn't liven entertainment value up (in conventional manner at least).

[Anonymous No.]

towa hates citrus smell...

[Anonymous No.]

>>42575140
towa hates lemons and oranges

[Anonymous No.]

https://twitter.com/broccoli_vcos/status/1621979314710548482

Morning Broccoli dressed edition

[Anonymous No.]

>>42575122
What's the rumor?

[Anonymous No.]

>>42575149
That she shidded and farded

[Anonymous No.]

>>42575116
A lot of them already knew each other, they travel in the same circles. You can find many videos of Holos and Nijis together pre-vtuber era, like there's that one streaming show a lot of them turned up on.

[Anonymous No.]

WHY IS THE FUBUKI NENDO 72 DOLLARS????

[Anonymous No.]

>>42575128
all Japanese hags will get a cat

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574653
For her it's Marcel.

[Anonymous No.]

Lapu if fat
https://twitter.com/R1n__n1/status/1621872191276212224?s=20

[Anonymous No.]

im a proud chinese heimin

[Anonymous No.]

>>42575116
Finding failed idols is not that hard you know, also most of the girls are nepotism hires.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42575163
Watame will never

[Anonymous No.]

>ankle of the hand
Chicken is retarded

[Anonymous No.]

I am from Japan

[Anonymous No.]

Fubuki is a cat

[Anonymous No.]

>>42575162
Fox has to get her money somehow those argentinian pesos aren't working anymore

[Anonymous No.]

>recommended a short from Ayame_Shion_Cut_Channel
Let's check out their page...
>latest video is of Shion
>it was uploaded 11 hours ago
>the stream it's clipped from was 3 months ago
Some Holo-specific clippers have a really hard time.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42575173
Matuli...

[Anonymous No.]

>>42575179
I don't know the english word for that either.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42575122
That's a really nice Iroha cover.
Maybe I should give her stream another try, she can't be that bad after all...

[Anonymous No.]

>Be Matsuri
>Fall in love with a girl that likes dick
>Constantly rejected by her
>Cry on twitcasts and make such a huge drama to a point some people start hating your love interest because your menhera attacks
>Talk to a bartender
>Send a lot of marshmallows and superchats to him
>Get drunk and tell him you want him to be your big brother and take baths with you
>Get ignored and rejected by him
>Get completely outclassed by a tomboy with a sexy onee-san voice
>Meet a qt 3.14 pro apex player
>Actually get him to coach you
>The tournament is your chance to impress him and win him over
>End up tilting and your team ends 19/20 only because the other team was memeing with controllers
>Cry and suffer the whole time
>Met another qt in the after games, a spaghetti spilling weatherman
>You actually try to be seiso instead of the degenerate everyone is used to
>Have the time of your life
>He never calls you back
>Find a princess that loves you back
>She calls you when you were depressed after the apex shitshow
>She values and depends on you a lot
>When she gets sick instead of helping her you go back to confess your love to the dick loving girl
>Fall into an endless APEX obsession
>Your viewers tell you to bring some variety and that they are tired of APEX
>Instead of improving you take a break playing more APEX
>Return from break and keep on doing APEX streams
>Fans actually start leaving you
>Start to argue with antis on twitter to later delete everything
>Meanwhile your dick loving love interest is having the best time with a retarded australian
>Despite all of this you keep on streaming APEX, and it seems everything is going fine
>Then a Shark appears
>The Shark puts a trident in your ass and starts buttfucking you
>You start bleeding viewers
>You end up loving it and ask for Gen 5, Korone and Pekora to buttfuck you the next day
>Do a collab with a gook
>Despite being hyped up and having your fox senpai to help you, you still can't make over 5k
>That collab also brings a curse to this land
>get buttfucked in the next days by a detective with brain damage and an autistic reaper
>Boys and girls from all branches are having fun and teetee
>you're alone, playing APEX
>Eventually you decide to stop being an autist and join the minecraft server
>You can't even recognise some of your kouhais
>All of the girls except EN are playing Minecraft together
>EN girls are having collabs together and interacting with each other and her senpais
>All of the boys are playing among us together
>All of them are having fun
>You're alone, lamenting your existence on twitter and crying yourself to sleep
>There's a Yathzee tournament coming
>It's your chance to make a harem with all past love interests
>Dedicate a stream to practice it, alone.
>Tournament happens, you are doing fine
>Suddenly the princess appears, and she's on a warpath
>She utterly destroys your hopes and dreams
>At some point she feels bad about you and tries to throw, but still manages to buttfuck you
>Your dreams of a harem are dead
>Later because of this and much more, you start having menhera attacks and suicide bait on your alternate twitter account
>The menhera attacks are getting stronger, you end up trying to assault a squid in front of her fans
>FRUS TRA TION IS GETTING BIGGER
>You find your kouhais, a CEO, another menhera and a mom
>You want the mom
>BANG BANG BANG PULL MY MENHERA TRIGGER
>The CEO is trying to befriend you but you, as a good menhera, take this as a personal attack and ignore her
>Mommy turns you down politely
>You keep on screaming and attention whoring until you leave without saying goodbye
>Your fanbase is also full of menheras that pretend to be happy but use alternate accounts to have the menhera attacks
>You look for those accounts and reply to them, making some of them delete their accounts
>As the menhera attacks get worse, your roommate makes a stream
>Despite all the makeup and filters, your roommate can't hide her eyebags, a sign of someone who crearly cries herself to sleep
>In a bold claim, you go and say that if the fans don't like APEX they can go eat shit.
>Shortly after go into a break
>Your stalker, that for some reason you thought it was a good idea to make a mod in your channel, thinks that's because of your fanbase
>Your fanbase start to attack each other
>You have to come out and admit that a friend died so they stop fighting between each other
>Meanwhile the princess is having her birthday
>You prepared a cover that you promised months ago
>You retweet it SEVEN times
>You send an aka supacha
>She doesn't mention it
>Not a single holo acknowledges the video
>Have a menhera attack on your roommate account
>Your fans start pestering the princess because of your own stupidity
>Have to make an apology and explanation on your roommate account
>The princess finally acknowledges you
>But to this day she didn't like your video

[Anonymous No.]

>>42575179
I honestly worry for the English language, thanks to the Internet and global communication, the majority of spoken and written English is no longer by native English speakers, in a couple of generations it'll be a mess. I mean, you know... moreso.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42575122
https://youtu.be/Rc_-keez4xs
https://youtu.be/BPh4m2VnfNo
feels like this applies well to suisei.

[Anonymous No.]

>2 main categories of sex/gender
Owl my poor owl is going to get cancelled...

[Anonymous No.]

>>42575259
Online communication has always trended towards extreme shorthand style so it's always been fucked up I wouldn't worry

[Anonymous No.]

>>42575179
the ear of pizza

[Anonymous No.]

Begging

[Anonymous No.]

>>42575272
>gender is sex
>there are only 2
It's over for these women
thank god they work for a japenese company

[Anonymous No.]

>>42575252
no worries. i have always loved matsuri.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42575260
Tryhard leech.

[Anonymous No.]

Matsuri should do JOI asmr

[Anonymous No.]

Suileech would be nothing without Kanata

[Anonymous No.]

based based based

[Anonymous No.]

>>42575259
the english language (and language as a whole) is being butchered thanks to the internet.

[Anonymous No.]

Matsuri should do a double graduation with Marine

[Anonymous No.]

>>42575306
but matsuri isn't in marine's clique

[Anonymous No.]

>>42575312
Irrelevant, especially since there is no "marine's clique"

[Anonymous No.]

Marine is cute

[Anonymous No.]

marine would be better if she was an actual loli

[Anonymous No.]

thinking about sex with Marine

[Anonymous No.]

Don't watch Towa

[Anonymous No.]

I give Marine a lot of pubes in koikatsu because I feel like it would be accurate, I won't share any of the cards though.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42575351
proof?

[Anonymous No.]

>>42575351
She doesn't wash herself, of course she doesn't shave either

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574563
>Is there for gatekeeping purposes
>Breaks when a small mass of muscle pushes it with a little bit of force
It's even shittier at gatekeeping than anons

[Anonymous No.]

>Wanna go together Fauna

[Anonymous No.]

>>42575351
https://youtu.be/5h_OfwNraMQ?t=99
Wrong

[Anonymous No.]

why doesn't towa have a nendroid yet?

[Anonymous No.]

Towa will get a funko pop first

[Anonymous No.]

Fauna is hairy like a chimpanzee..

[Anonymous No.]

I want an Anon nendroid.

[Anonymous No.]

QUICK

name ayame's favorite pokemon!

[Anonymous No.]

>>42575428
Pikachu

[Anonymous No.]

>>42575428
fug

[Anonymous No.]

I know Matsuri's favorite Pokemon

[Anonymous No.]

>>42575428
Umbreon?

[Anonymous No.]

>>42575428
The one with the highest stamina

[Anonymous No.]

>>42575434
correct!

[Anonymous No.]

>>42575260
>feels like this applies well to suisei.
Does it? Feels like you didn't understand what I was saying whatsoever:
>look at the millions of MMD videos
>pick a popular song used in them and cover it
>upload it, wait a while
>eventually someone makes a video of your MMD model dancing to your cover of the song
>bonus points: they make an Iwara video
Get it? Searching for that song you posted that Suisei has covered, I can't find any MMD videos of it, and Suisei hasn't released her MMD model either. In fact didn't she even send a cease & desist to a fanmade one? If Suisei wants MMD videos of herself singing her covers, she's being awfully difficult about it.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42575470
MMD models for suisei would just result in thousands of retarded EOP's making LE HECKIN SUISEGX videos

[Anonymous No.]

thinking about kanata's pubes

[Anonymous No.]

>>42575489
I'm not disputing that.

[Anonymous No.]

Matsuri's favorite is Torkoal, Aqua's is Salamance, i don't know about the other talents

[Anonymous No.]

This place isn't enough for me anymore. I need to browse suki kira and the goddess board anti thread to get my fix

[Anonymous No.]

The S.S. Shukkou was captained by Admiral Senchou. After a lucrative under-the-table career in piracy, Admiral Senchou hung up the eye-patch and gave up her cutlass for a proper boating license. A brief stint piloting whale watching ventures in Alaska occupied her for little more than a year. No doubt the sight of nature’s behemoths got her bemoaning the size of her own vessel, a dwarfish piece of flotsam, fit for ferrying refuse and worse yet, tourists. If she was going to haul trash, human or otherwise, for a living, she might as well do it on a grand scale. She turned her nautical aspirations upon the cruise industry and, after pulling a few palms and greasing a few strings, got herself officially installed as captain of the aforementioned S.S. Shukkou.

Now, on this vessel there was an engineer. Her hair was pink, her ideas of public safety non-existent, and her curiosity constantly piqued. She was never farther than two meters from a jar of Hellmann’s mayonnaise. Despite her many inventions, she held no patents, mostly owing to those pesky ‘human rights’ the lawmakers were always waving under her nose. No matter. This engineer inhaled the spirit of discovery like hookah and saw money as nothing other than an intermediary form of toilet paper.

On the maiden voyage of the S.S. Shukkou, there was a problem. It was not mechanical, logistical, or cartographical. It was a personnel problem.

One hour out of Anchorage, the drama began to unfold.

“O’ Captain, my Captain?”

Admiral Senchou, standing at the helm, saw her face sour in the reflection of the bridge window. In the same reflection, she could see a mop of cotton-candy pink hair bouncing behind her right shoulder. She sighed. “I am currently engaged in piloting this vessel, Koyori. Unless you have a mechanical problem to report, I see no reason for us to have a tête-à-tête.”

“Oh, excusez-moi, mademoiselle,” said the engineer over her shoulder. “I didn’t realize I was in the company of Marie Antoinette. I expect the next words out of your mouth will be, ‘Let them eat cake,’ but judging by your hindquarters, I’d say there’s no cake left to eat.”

Under her breath, through her teeth, Admiral Senchou growled, “Don’t react, Marine. Don’t give her an inch.”

“What’s that?” chirped the engineer. “I can’t hear you over the sound of your cheeks clap—”

Admiral Senchou swung around like a weather vane caught by a crosswind. “Listen here you grease monkey—”

“That’s grease COYOTE to the likes of you!”

“Coyote?” Admiral Senchou crossed her arms and puffed. “What the hell is that? Some kind of cactus?”

“You’re thinking of peyote. But I’ll give you a bad trip all the same if you keep disrespecting me and my trade."

“Oh? And what trade is that?”

The engineer tossed her hair and slipped on a pair of thick-framed glasses. “Science.” She flung the tail of her lab coat so that it billowed in slow-motion and struck a pose she saw in an anime once. Down the hall from the bridge, the boiler room exploded. She held the pose even as the water system gushed into life, the spray dragging down her hair like wet cotton and soaking clean through her lab coat. Finally, she took the glasses off and asked, “Did you hear something?”

Admiral Senchou, with her carefully done-up face running like a Ugandan sprinter, the water dragging her mascara down her cheeks and her lipstick down her chin, said in a voice the deadpan timbre of which was inverse to the rage she felt, “I think the boiler room just exploded.”

The engineer thought on this for a second. “But the boiler room’s my responsibility.”

“It is.”

The engineer squinted and hummed to herself. “Are you sure it was the boiler room?”

“I am.”

“How sure?”

“Dead sure.”

The engineer frowned and nodded. “If we were to quantify your confidence within a range of, say, one to one hundred, what value would best represe—”

“Ye scurvy prairie dog! Look what your incompetence has done to my ship!” She grabbed the engineer by the face and twisted her head around.

“Oh my Newton!” cried the engineer, gouts of flame and steam whirling in her pupils. “I think something’s happened in the boiling room!” She twisted her face back around to glare at the admiral. “This is all your fault. If you hadn’t summoned me to the bridge for Einstein-knows-what, I’d have been able to keep a discerning eye on my duties.”

“I didn’t summon ye, ye brainless squid sac!”

The engineer gasped. “You take that back.”

“Brainless. Squid.” The Admiral licked her lips and hissed out the sibilant so that spittle splattered all over the engineer’s face. “Ssssssac.”



Authorities found the S.S. Shukkou off the coast of Belize. All evidence found aboard suggested an aging pirate and a member of canis latrans with some scientific accreditation fought a long and bitter war.

It is unclear who won.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42575505
Senchou's favourite is obviously Pikachu. Also her favourite starter is Chikorita, despite her saying that grass type pokemons are shit

[Anonymous No.]

>>42575355
Hatoko(left) and LDKI(right) https://litter.catbox.moe/7vicjj.png I don't remember where middle is from
>>42575373
I can't believe you've given me this knowledge. I blame tamaki.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42575505
Lap's is Snorlax

[Anonymous No.]

>>42575505
noel's is vaporoeon iirc. rushia's was pyukumu. flare likes another eevee, and I believe that shion likes houndoom.

[Anonymous No.]

CHILLAGOD ARC
I need more

[Anonymous No.]

>>42575535
Well now you can give her thin and soft pubes and it will actually be accurate

[Anonymous No.]

>>42575547
>and I believe that shion likes houndoom
https://litter.catbox.moe/c1u498.jpg

[Anonymous No.]

>>42575578
wait fuck what IS shions? i let that stupid meme get to my head. also I believe subaru's is something like gible.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42575505
kanata definitely likes ummm that thing she puts on screen every stream

[Anonymous No.]

>>42575505
Korone's is Psyduck, or at least it was a couple of years ago, I don't know if her recent Winggull obsession has overtaken it

[Anonymous No.]

why /vp/sharts

[Anonymous No.]

>>42575592
dedenne?
>>42575600
no now its sandyghast.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42575505
Suisei's is Volcarona

[Anonymous No.]

my favorite is lamy

[Anonymous No.]

>>42575470
It's possible to extract them from hololy but I guess nobody has leaked them yet
https://litter.catbox.moe/vcjymn.png

[Anonymous No.]

>>42575033
so you are asian?

[Anonymous No.]

>>42575505
Fubuki likes Litwick

[Anonymous No.]

for me it's flygon

[Anonymous No.]

>>42575470
>In fact didn't she even send a cease & desist to a fanmade one?
Nobody knows what happened in the situation since the guy didn't disclose what he happened but he also made a Towa model and a Koyori model and to my knowledge theyre both up but they are all locked behind Patreon.
So it's mostly speculation with a small basis.
>>42575620
The only way to get Ayame's model...

[Anonymous No.]

We hate Flygon and love Salamance here

[Anonymous No.]

It hurts when I breathe in

[Anonymous No.]

>>42575122
schizo anon not everyone is as conniving as you

[Anonymous No.]

>>42575650
towa...

[Anonymous No.]

>>42575615
good taste.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42574657
Looks good anon, I will try making it at home then.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42575505
Dozo
https://litter.catbox.moe/ytgjgv.jpg

[Anonymous No.]

>>42575671
a fucking tree

[Anonymous No.]

>>42575671
what the fuck is that next to aki?

[Anonymous No.]

>>42575507
this but unironically I fucking love sukikira

[Anonymous No.]

There are no good whores in my city... I have to drive a full hour to get to a decent chink brothel. Fucking feds.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42575505
Miko's is hogeta

[Anonymous No.]

I exclusively fap to Towa, that’s right, I’m a twooner

[Anonymous No.]

tw...

[Anonymous No.]

futa holo when?

[Anonymous No.]

>>42575676
articuno but edgier (galarian articuno)

[Anonymous No.]

>>42575671
>Crobat
Robocosan

[Anonymous No.]

>>42575713
>galar articuno
god fuck galar. useless generation.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42575714
t...

[Anonymous No.]

>>42575505
https://litter.catbox.moe/f2wfrd.jpg

[Anonymous No.]

Galar more like Gaylord

[Anonymous No.]

>>42575729
grass

[Anonymous No.]

>>42575728
twa...

[Anonymous No.]

>>42575746
https://files.catbox.moe/8etrqc.mp4

[Anonymous No.]

>>42575755
that was a fun episode.

[Anonymous No.]

https://files.catbox.moe/d1rpit.mp4
NAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

[Anonymous No.]

Post holos that will not play Hogwarts Legacy.

[Anonymous No.]

https://youtu.be/vGKBieSM4Gg

[Anonymous No.]

>>42575776
Me on the right

[Anonymous No.]

>>42575779
Sora

[Anonymous No.]

https://kemono.party/fanbox/user/29999491/post/5204145 dozo

[Anonymous No.]

>>42575620
>>42575642
I'm pretty sure it was the head ripped from Hololy put on a lewd body. I think a similar thing was done with Towa, which is why it's interesting how her MMD model was released officially out of the blue not long afterwards.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42575798
Sora is progressive, makes sense.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42575776
Me watching and jerking off.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42575799
Deaver love

[Anonymous No.]

>>42575720
Better than this gen

[Anonymous No.]

>your former oshi
>why you dropped her

[Anonymous No.]

>>42575827
i didn't even touch gen 8, it was that bad.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42575779
I don't think I've ever seen Marine express an interest in Harry Potter

[Anonymous No.]

>>42575831
Okay but it was better than this gen

[Anonymous No.]

>>42575829
Matsuri
self explanatory

[Anonymous No.]

___ with Shishiron

[Anonymous No.]

>>42575838
in what way? graphically i guess, but plot wise and mechanics it was terrible. gigamaxxing also was lame

[Anonymous No.]

>>42575779
Noel

[Anonymous No.]

>>42575829
Moona.
I've always suspected that she was hiding something and slipped up a couple of times but I didn't expect her to be married. I'm switching now to faufau because i know she doesnt have a boyfriend

[Anonymous No.]

>>42575847
tabakko

[Anonymous No.]

>>42575840
There could have been several events you're referring to

[Anonymous No.]

>>42575851
It wasn't a broken mess

[Anonymous No.]

>>42575829
Watame
My sexual awakening began with Jessica Rabbit.
Back in the mid 90's, during a quiet afternoon on summer holidays I was with my parents watching the movie "Who Framed Roger Rabbit?".
At first everything was normal but every time she appeared on screen I felt my little penis throbbing more and more intensely, I told my parents and they just laughed.
One day I waited to be alone at home, I went to my parents' room, grabbed the VHS and inserted it in the player, then I started to slowly caress my crotch while repeating the scene of her dancing in a club.
At that moment I put my hand inside my pants and when I realized that my tool was excessively wet I got scared and quickly removed the tape, put it away and went to take a shower due to the fear and embarrassment I felt.
A few years later, in my adolescence, I downloaded that movie in HD and I masturbated about 10 times in the same day, to different scenes.
I will never regret this, it was from that moment that I knew that 2D was superior to 3D, in any field, although it's not something that is socially well accepted but I can't let that influence my tastes.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42575855
noel doesn't really like wizards though. she likes spess.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42575847
Nap

[Anonymous No.]

>>42575829
Pikamee
She's just gone...

[Anonymous No.]

>>42575829
Kanata
She knows less idol song than the ch*cken

[Anonymous No.]

>>42575847
cuddling while playing games

[Anonymous No.]

>>42575847
Fucking Lamy

[Anonymous No.]

>>42575779
Suichan!
She loves trans rights!

[Anonymous No.]

>>42575871
Like dust in the wind.... she got picked up at the gym

[Anonymous No.]

>>42575829
Watame first half of 2020
But then Nene appeared and she won me

[Anonymous No.]

Towa
Is
A
Whore

[Anonymous No.]

>>42575871
pikamee is just a reactionchuuba now

[Anonymous No.]

>>42575871
What happened?

[Anonymous No.]

>>42575814
What does that have to do with anything?

[Anonymous No.]

Matsuri has always been the best, dripping her for a bunch of nothing burgers is pretty weak.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42575847
laser tag!

[Anonymous No.]

>>42575889
Matsuri be dripping fr tho

[Anonymous No.]

https://youtu.be/GtXYhxxUyfY
usada pekora

[Anonymous No.]

>>42575847
I just want a gaming buddy...

[Anonymous No.]

>>42575889
>Matsuri has always been the best
>nothing burgers
wheezingflare.mp3

[Anonymous No.]

Matsuri should do lewd ASMR

[Anonymous No.]

>>42575867
>she likes spess.
Noel should play Prey

[Anonymous No.]

>>42575887
She's just gone...

[Anonymous No.]

>>42575847
Financial elder abuse

[Anonymous No.]

https://youtu.be/qqGRjcft1JU
holy based

[Anonymous No.]

There's nothing wrong with makeup and filters.

[Anonymous No.]

>>42575847
PUBG

[Anonymous No.]

>>42575910
>using filters

[Anonymous No.]

>>42575904
>last stream 3 weeks ago
Wtf?

[Anonymous No.]

I've started thinking that Mauli is cute

[Anonymous No.]

>>42575910
t.woman

[Anonymous No.]

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.

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>>42575908
yeah for skin!

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>>42575779
Aqua

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https://files.catbox.moe/jnfsga.mp4

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>>42575829
Rushia
She's fucking dead, Jim.

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>>42575858
Thats why I said that it was self explanatory.

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>>42575901
Join her membership

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why won't flare ask for a redesign of her figma?

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>2023
>Matsuri still walks around Tokyo unraped
Why?

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>>42575956
Which one put you over the edge?

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>>42575908
>Maybe it's because I'm a girl, but I'm surprised by how many people were surprised birth control is used for this.
I mean, maybe if it was called "acne control"...

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>>42575977
to be fair it's very very common.
it's just something you'd assume everyone knows about, if you're a woman.

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What's with the recent pro-Matsuri agenda?

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>>42575974
The Lyger bullshit

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>>42575969
The city rapists tried to rape Kiara, they are traumatized to this day.

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>>42575985
we love matsuri here

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>>42575985
NTR lovers

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Should the government provide better incentives to get more holos into the tech industry?

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We hate whores here

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>>42575985
her asmr

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>>42575985
Fakers, reminder that the matsuri spammer doesn't even watch her streams.

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>>42575908
how is /vt/ coping with this? This is obviously a lie.

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https://twitter.com/AZKi_VDiVA/status/1622012625675780096
SorAZ... home...

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>>42575987
If you talk about the alleged malicious moderation you're full of shit because it has never happened, the only time lyger has messed up was when he white knighted for her pretty hard on reddit and twitter when she took a break back on 2020.

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>>42575982
Huh? But I'm a guy and I knew about that.

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>>42575847
PekoTowa

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>>42575982
Women do seem to struggle with theory of mind, yes.

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>>42576025
I bet you had a girlfriend, whore

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3 things that aren't towa?

1. towa
2.

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>>42576025
you're talking to the same people that thinks tracking your period means you're having sex

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Is this dude seriously defending lyger? Jesus.

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tower...

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I want to have sloppy, baby making sex with Kanata

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>>42576021
It's not just AZKi, it's all of gen 0 plus A-chan

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*downloads the luna app*

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>>42576023
How tall are you Lyger?

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Next thread will be Himemori

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>>42576021
>>42576037
And you have to pay for it.

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W

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(you) don't even watch streams, i know you know I'm talking about you, faggot.

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I didn't know AzKi was missing from my life
my oshi doesn't even do utawaku...

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laplus doko?

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>>42576059
Lamy...

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You wouldn't download a car

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And yet when I quizzed you on who drew the shion image from passpartout you couldn't even answer. Yeah, sure, okay.

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Yukimin is asking to get punched by lamy again

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Post faster, faggots

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Towa's Gate II: Shadows of Tokoyami

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someone should keep track of the holo's menstruation cycle

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I just love their stupid fucking faces in Minecraft

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That wasn't even me you schizoid

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Towadew Valley

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The Twitcher 3: Wild Hunt

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Champions: Return to Towa...

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Next stream will be Matsuri

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why is cover forcing the minecraft arc again

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Half-Life: Towa

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>>42576021
will watch this
kami duo

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Warcraft III: Reign of Towa

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Towace Tombat 7: Smokes Unblown

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Some anon asked for Irys Dead Space yesterday, well there you go, 3 hours to go.
Fuck I will fall asleep any second now.

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>>42574675
They only collab to shill these days.

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I think Mio's roommate is cute.

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Towthic 2

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Age of Empires II: The Age of Towa

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I'm pretty much the cutest person in these threads.

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Twiger Woods PGA Tour 2003

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Towa...

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Internatowa superstar soccer deluxe

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Towa Hawk's Pro Slaver 2

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Twippiyapi 2: Requiem

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Towa isn't real

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Towa Ocean: The Last Hope

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Tokoyami T

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Guralization IV Beyond The Shrimp

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Flare is 100% cute

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shion is actually a man