/vt/ - Virtual Youtubers

>>44046144
yes

Hmm its still a ways to the concert. "I don't want to walk anymore! carry meeeee" fine. "Yay!" peony clambers up your back. you feel her weight settle on your shoulders, her flat stomach on the back of your head. her pale cream legs slide into your peripheral vision. "Giddy up horsey!" she orders. You tell her to hang on and lightly grip her ankles. You feel her thighs squeeze in your neck. "Yah! Giddyup!" she says again as you take off at a jog. The day is beautiful, not a cloud in sight, sun beaming high and bright. "Haha, faster Papa! Yeah!" Peony bounces happily on your shoulders as you pick up the pace. you feel some sweat running down your back. Strange, considering it's not that warm and you haven't been running for long. We're almost there, peony. "Hunh ok" you hear weakly. You decide to really show off and break into a sprint for the last 100 meters. Peony bounces hard several times. As you take one last bound, you suddenly feel her thighs tense tightly, almost choking you, her ankles break your loose grip and cross over your chest. Peony gasps and you can feel her arms fall away from their resting place on your head. Peony!? you skid a bit to a stop and throw your hands behind you, catching peony's butt as she slides down your back. I told you to hang on! "s-sorry, papa." We're here, are you ready for the concert? "Yes. umm papa? after the concert, on the way back c-can you carry me again?"

She needs to wrap it the fuck up Peony IS COMING!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N4ZjUA9uWNU
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N4ZjUA9uWNU
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N4ZjUA9uWNU
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N4ZjUA9uWNU

>>31572558
This isn't a real suicide-thing. This is probably one of those cry-for-help things.

In the world I see you are stalking elk through the damp canyon forests around the ruins of Rockefeller Center. You'll wear leather clothes that will last you the rest of your life. You'll climb the wrist-thick kudzu vines that wrap the Sears Tower. And when you look down, you'll see tiny figures pounding corn, laying stripes of venison on the empty carpool lane of some abandoned superhighways.