/vt/ - Virtual Youtubers

Kiara shouldn't just been like Mori or Bae and just collab with the homos right from the get go.

>>45052164
Character development.

I love Mori!

Good morning. I love Mori

>Ame is a deadbeat
kneel

>I made a mistake. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, it's like purple drink all over again. I'm so sorry guys I keep doing this over and over again.
>I'm sorry it's hard to be a deadbeat. I keep fucking up. Over and over again. I keep doing it, I'm sorry.
>I'm sorry if it's hard to be a deadbeat. I've been thinking about this recently, and it's like - I know I shouldn't apologize, but I think about you guys fighting battles on my behalf and it makes me sad. Thank you for still supporting me.
Man, this felt real. Mori is alright by me.

>>22489027
Just post cute Mori and ignore all the retards.

>>21788071
Thanks anon, I'm sure yours is too!

>>21537815
The sun begins to peak over the slope of Mt. Mori. A young shrine maiden sweeps the grand temple courtyard all alone. Her absent mind wanders idly to memories of the night before. The star scholars and head priests were correct: last night's meteor shower was exhilarating to behold. The young girl's face grows hot, her steps uneven, remembering with embarrassment the unrestrained jubilation as she and her friends twirled and cheered together beneath the fleeting starlight like they were still schoolgirls. She must have looked so foolish! She dreaded imagining the faces of her senior priestesses as they must have been watching her act so childish last night.

But it was fun...

She stops where she is, and turns to admire her handiwork. She's been up for hours, but she wanted to make sure her cleaning duties were done before she left the temple to visit her family. It's a few hours' walk to the nearest town, so she should hurry if she wants to snag the best morning confections from the bakery before heading home. Her little brother liked the apple pastries, if she recalled. She wondered how much he's grown since last year.

The temple grounds are swept spotless. The lanterns are strewn overhead. The troudabours have the goddess' songs committed to memory now. The cherry trees are in bloom. The Festival is soon upon us.

I want to tickle Ina's nipples and rub her smooth, flat chest and leave smooches all over her ribs and abdomen.

This is a Mori thread

>>20013884
Same

I love Mori!

>>19773834
Same

>>19599349
Me too!