/vt/ - Virtual Youtubers

otsuporu

>>49385017
My gosling heart...

I'm gonna send Poru a SC, does sending it now at the beggining of the streams guarantee to be read first if she does a SC Reading and the end? Or should I send it at the end of the Stream?

>>46146877
Ah sweet, man-made horrors beyond my comprehension!

In these quiet hours between performances please take a moment to appreciate my wife's singing.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U5Vftrd_qOI

Otsu Poru

You should stream Empress
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Iw0FJmgwdPQ
And then stream Ever Blue
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vbhgQ_C_jaM

I'm going to close the thread and enjoy my wife Polka playing games with her weird clock friend.

>>30975581
>Many people across the world understand the nature of an idol, and her relationship to her fans. An idol wishes to succeed, and be loved by many. Her fans reciprocate that idol's wish, and are granted a form of love in return. For the grand majority, this is a relationship that manifests as a competition to find the peak of the mountain; the attempt to be the world's number one idol, and their fan's support of that goal. A symbiotic relationship forms, built on the pursuit of success.
>But this is not the only form an idol takes. Many unique relationships form, and perhaps the most unique comes from this, the world of virtual idols, where a fan and an idol's true nature can be both hidden by the virtual identity, and allowed to blossom uninhibited by reality.
>The most unique may be the story of a clown, the idol who wished to make everyone in her sight smile. She dedicated herself to that goal, slaving away for days and nights to entertain everybody that came into her sight. Whether it be a crowd that could fill a schoolhouse, or a stadium, it did not matter; she worked so that each person could find their own smile in her.
>But as is the nature of clowns, the smiling mask hides the face behind it. Her bright face was seen by all, and as an idol, one wanted to grow closer to her, to stand by her, not just as an entertainer, but as a supporter. She gladly accepted their love, and wished to reciprocate their dedication with her own.
>As they grew closer, the idol spoke to her fans more. Weeks turned to months, and they grew closer still, as their trust grew and their bond developed. In time, a fan grew curious, and wished to know, why had the idol chosen to be the clown, the jester? When one wishes to climb the mountain, is that not for the recognition of success? Yet, a clown cannot be respected; to give one respect is to rob them of their position at the bottom. A clown is to be laughed at, while an idol is to be respected. And so the fan asked the idol these things.
>The idol, who always strove to give their fan happiness, seemed hesitant at first. But seeing the worry on his face, she opened her heart to his request. She said that his understanding of an idol was true. But so was his understanding of the clown, the one that exists to be a joke. She told him that it would be great to climb the mountain, and find the adoration and respect. She had tried it before. But her time on the mountain taught her the truth of it's ideal.
>The mountain is a cold, dark place. The mountain strips you of everything; your work, your devotion, your pride, all fall away to nothing on the path up the mountain. She thought she could climb it alone, by depriving herself of those traits first. She stripped herself of her work, her devotion, and even her pride, so that she could gain the traits of those who reach the mountaintop. If one must become a shell on their climb, she would preempt the mountain, and become a shell suited to it.
>But she had been mistaken. The truth of the mountain was not the same as it's effect. The only path up the mountain is one made by an idol and her fans together. A fan does not come to an idol for the shell; a fan finds their idol in hopes to shelter them from the mountain's damage. This mistake cost her much. She could not attract fans to bring her to the mountaintop as a hollow shell. In desperation, she attempted to become a hollow vessel for the masses, one who would cross the taboos to provide for those who were shunned by all others.
>But they could not carry her to the mountaintop. They were too few, and those who came did not come to bring her to the top. Those who came wished to hold onto the idol as their own prize, a tool to satisfy their needs. She did not want this, and in time, was broken by it. In attempting to best the mountain on her own, the mountain had beaten her utterly.
>The idol lost her dream. Those who saw her would be forgiven for thinking they saw a discarded doll. But somehow, it was not the end of her story. She was found again, given another chance. She was asked how she wanted to be known. Her new identity would be hers to choose. The girl thought long and hard about what form would best express her inner self. But when she looked inward, she saw nothing, having lost herself to the mountain. A pitiful creature, one to be mocked, one to be laughed at. It came to her; she would be a clown. If she could not climb the mountain, then she could at least bring others happiness, if only as their fool.
>Thus, the idol had told her fan all. She winced, expecting him to leave her like the rest, knowing the truth. But the fan did not leave. Instead, he wiped away tears that formed on her face, and those that formed on his own, with a smile, saying just one thing:
>"Let me show you the view from the peak."
>And for the first time, the clown who wished to make everyone smile understood what it meant to smile herself.

>>30253518
I want my Polka for anniversary... Where is it

I don't wanna close my eyes, I don't wanna fall asleep

>>27253174
I WILL impregnate her one day, and if it involves spending some time in some hypothetical dungeon, so be it.

>>14678362
Otsuporu

I just need someone to look at me like this. To hold my hand and play with my hair. To let me cry on their chest while I listen to letter to elise on acid. They might not understand, but i could see in their eyes that they care. That there's nothing else in the world besides an emotional connection as the material plane disappears with two connected hearts

>went out for dinner at hour 19
>came back just now
>I'm up 3 lambos
I don't know what's happening but I like it seeings numbers go up.

Otsu Poru!

>>7644875
Doing good. Going to sleep in today.
Otsu Polru.

>>7165272
Polka is an excellent sleep aid. I keep going back to the one she did in March, and it's unadulterated Gosling fuel delivered right into the veins with talk about blooming cherry trees and lines like "Even if no one else tells you, I'll still be here to say 'I love you.'"

>>6672899

>>5751861
I did, but like anon said it's not enough