/vt/ - Virtual Youtubers

>>59175478
Play factorio instead doko

>>56958264
>only 10%
Those are rookie numbers. Comeback when she has atleast 50%

I guess this is why game devs makes navigating through quests much easier. Imagining a morrowind style quest navigating in current year. People would freak it.

Scarle....

>>52775457
its my favorite song too...

So....realistically....if I wanted to attempt a relationship with Enna, I would have to apply to NijiEN?

>>43216176
I missed you.

>>40333375
you're going to love my wife nena trinity

>>39707761
But I like arranging things and I'm a man. That's like saying washing dishes, cleaning up or cooking for people because you want to see them happy are women things too.

>>36609136
Oh my I would love to go and HA! SUCKER!! YOU THOUGHT I WOULD BE DOING SUCH THINGS LMAO AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA GET REKTED NERD AHAHAHAHAHAH

Room cleaned. Now I'm cleaning the computer.
500 files sorted, 1000 to go. This should take another 10 hours.
My life will soon be all in order.

Vtubers are my medication.

>>33648221
Enna sex voice if you’re not into that it’s skippable.

>>33637247
yeah me too!! I totally do not want to lick her feet and impregnate her!

>>33583716
This. I love Enners and would love to do with her whatever it is that turns her on so she can enjoy sex.

Makeup. What is makeup? Makeup for me means to live another day, another minute, another second. A boring vanilla soul. A blank canvas, or simpler terms, being fixed by color, light, and life.

I like to start off my makeup routine with moisturizer. My skin, deprived of moisture as my heart is with love. Dry like the Sahara Desert on my lower cheeks, yet oily on the top of my nose, chin, and forehead. As I wash my face and apply a thin layer of moisturizer, I think, how simple it must feel to need something called love. Yet, it can be washed away at any time, at any moment. Even so, we cling to it so tightly.

I would like to go into the sunshine, and not have people stare at my open pores, acne, and my phony confidence. Pollution runs deep into my face. Every small open hole clogged by the everyday dirt and dust that is birthed by life.

Primer is my friend who smooths out the truth about my real self. Your breath doesn't smell that bad. Or, yeah, floral dresses don't make you look like a grandmother. That one friend we all need to sugarcoat for us, so we can feel reassured in a world where lies are our comfort.

Concealer. Conceal, hide, to stash away. Hide my real self. The world is not an accepting place where I can openly show my true self. Occasionally, there will be those who embrace me with open arms. But one who dances naked in front of the eyes of the world is a fool who seeks the warmth of all shapes and sizes of good and bad. Conceal myself, because when engulfed in darkness the moonlight is as clear as day. But when under the moonlight, only darkness and isolation is what I see.

Protection. Protect myself at all times. The sun, as harsh as the words my mother once spat at me. The wind, as crass as my father's unthoughtful actions. The rain, as deafening as my dear friend's encouragement. I apply it everywhere; from the top of my head to the bottom of my toes, a gentle reminder that without foundation my makeup would only slowly destroy. Maybe not in a year, or ten years, but it will come. The deterioration of my skin will slowly start to show. The damages I can no longer hide from underneath my youth. Foundation, best mixed with sunscreen. Protect yourself at all times.

Life. Life itself is a mere concept. The vessel in which live thrives in lives within me. Without life I am but an empty carcass waiting to decay. Waiting to feed another vessel in which life sits in. The bronzer that gives my vessel the essence of warmth and color dyes my cheeks with existence; while the highlighter touches upon my chin and outer eye bones to symbolize my consciousness in this world.

The last few finishing touches to perfect the imperfection: mascara and eye liner. As if I'm following the world's routing of what beauty is, what life should look like. Carefully, I try to make it look as consistent as possible. I naively apply it to myself. Learn to know my guardians. Learn to respect my teachers. Learn to make connections with my friends. Learn to make compromises with a stranger. Learn to build a family. And, learn to teach my offsprings to repeat the cycle.

As I paint each lash, the limbo of trying to perfect the imperfect life surrounds my eyes. Surrounds me. Every interval in between, I weep. I either realize I don't want to, or because I will fail. The tears that carry my confusion and sadness draw streaks down my cheeks. Dirty, ugly reminder that this is the truth of the perfect and the imperfect.

Red. Like the blood that runs through my veins. The substance that radiates heat when I'm angry. And the substance that grows cold as I age stays with like the love of my life. Red stains my lips with a deep finish. A cherry on top. The end of a musical. The last few drops of water from a bottle. Red is what is used to represent me after I sleep and dream of the afterlife. The finishing, yet, the beginning of a new day.

Makeup. What is makeup? Makeup for me means to live another day, another minute, another second.

I love this bird so much

aaaaaaaaa I’m going to save Enna and make her happy for the rest of her life!

>You can't point out Enna is better than the other singers and you can't say that she's objectively the best singer in EN and you can't just single out one person for their accolades you have to say they're all equally good you have to say every EN member is talented there are no gold medals everyone is equal stop saying Enna is good what about Elira what about Reimu I can't believe you would do this think of the other girls feelings and be respectful of mine
Why are women and faggots like this?
Enna is the best NijiEN singer. Cope about it, nobody cares about your fee fees lmao

>>31699578
If you die now, you won't live to see me get into NijiEN. You won't get see me become a beacon of hope for all the losers of the world, rising out of the deepest depths up to the highest highs. You won't get to see me confessing to my oshi while thousands of people watch, and you won't get to see me telling everyone in NijiEN how wonderful they are and how much they've meant to me these past years. You won't remember I told you this so long ago and not believe your eyes when it happens.

A hero is nothing without a witness. I'm living for you, so could you live for me?

I will be Enna's new roomie and be the best one ever.

Enna being really cute this stream

What if Enna has been the real GFE all this time and we just didn't know it?

I just want to watch a snuff film of an Aloupeep getting crushed by Chinese feet, is that so much to ask for?

that's all I can share bye