/vt/ - Virtual Youtubers

>>26419853
same as always just loving my Mori

bros.....I think I love her

it's late night for me so I guess it's time to go ghost. I love her so much.

>>25233819
that's me all the time now

>>24789699
Yeah, I'm not upset about the missed stream part, I'm just upset that she keeps overworking herself that it gets to this point
The missed streams are the symptom, not the problem

>>23194447
The only thing I'm serious about is how much I want to have primal, just absolutely visceral and animalistic, sex with Mori

>>23156529
Mori is my oshi, but I really enjoy watching everyone including the JPs
Watame is my sleep aid pretty often

I love Mori

Mori love? Mori love

Mori I need you to get involved with some petty twitter drama about a shitty discord mod and a starving artist. Also Saruei. Please, Mori! I’m starving for those clap back dopamine hits!

remember to love your Mori

remember to love your Mori

>>16945181
>Mori love and all that, you know?
After all this? You got guts, I respect it. And I agree, Mori Love. But fuck, i'm so angry with her right now and you just know she's going to keep associating with TT despite them only caring about her as a lolcow meal ticket. This will happen again, and my heart can't take it.

>>7567133
If I had to put money down on a theory, i'd go with her making an argument something like
>"It's not about being naive, cutesy and substanceless. The 'default' highly-curated idol experience can be like that, but at the end of the day it's about inspiring people- and you can do that while being your own person, especially if you don't sign with a 'traditional' agency."

Hence Hololive.

>>6911116
>Meet mum and her new partner a couple times a month for boardgames
>Cook a meal for my grandma and take her for a walk in the park every week
Think I do okay.
Ironically wanting to stay close to my family is why I could probably never chase my oshi to Japan.

>>6805805
>>6805824
Imagine visiting Mori's house for a collab, the moment you meet her your dreams shatter once you realize the absolute stench that her body projects around her, the smell of sweat, pussy juice and pee covers her body entirely and makes you want to puke, but since you've already gone this far you're forced to enter her unventilated bedroom and sit besides her for 1-2 hours while she streams, after streaming for a while Mori ends up receiving a 2000 dollars supacha that challenges her to take a shot of pure vodka every time she dies in the game both of you are playing together, she ends up accepting the challenge and asks you if you'd like to participate in it as well, not wanting to be made fun of by the stream viewers you nervously accept it. After you take the challenge she drops her facade and starts playing seriously, absolutely demolishing you, a couple hours pass by and you have already gulped down at least a entire bottle of pure vodka, after 5 hours of streaming, with you completely drunk and her almost fully sober, she says her goodbyes to the stream and closes it, since you ended up playing for way longer than you planned to It's already way too late to return home so she asks you if you want to sleep over and go back to your house tommorrow and you, half-drunkly accept it, completely forgetting about the filthy state of her bedroom and the disgusting musky clouds her unwashed body radiates around her in this unventilated room, you lay in her nasty bed and notice that the sheets have some wet stains in them, almost like they were created shortly before you arrived, but since you're so tired you decide to think nothing of it and go to sleep...
That was probably your last chance to escape.

Once you wake up, not drunk anymore, you feel some kind of pressure on top of your head and neck, kind of like something is surrounding it, you slowly open your eyes and realize that Mori has trapped your face using both of her thighs and is on top of you, sitting on your chest restraining your movement, her smug face looks down on you like a monster ready to demolish It's prey and you notice that she's not wearing any panties, before you can mutter any words and scream for help she moves her hips and covers your face with her hairy unwashed crotch, making you come to your senses and smell the filthy scent of her sweaty pussy which makes your eyes tear up, her smug faces then turns into a grin and she starts laughing at your pathetic state, making her hips bounce and hit your face mocking you, she says "You lost the bet, I think It's time for your punishment~", after hearing her creepy voice your memories slowly come back and you remember that while drunk, you had accepted that whoever ended up drinking the most vodka had to do whatever the other person ordered them to do for a day. Without giving you time to think she shuts your mouth once again and starts grinding her unwashed pussy on your lips and nose, covering your face in disgusting pussy juice and pressing her nasty pubes like a brush on your pretty clean face, "You better start eating up if you want them to find your body, bitch" she says with a intimidating look on her face, startling you and forcing you to use your mouth to pleasure her unwashed pussy that was definetely surrounded by pee stained panties before she sat on your face, she then looks you in the eyes with a piercing glare and starts grinding her pussy with increasing speed on your mouth, making you gag with the taste of her juices, after that she grabs the back of your head using both of her hands and use them to press your face against her crotch making her grind even harder on top of you, completely covering your face in her pussy and pubes, after grinding on your mouth for a while, forcing you to sniff her sweaty crotch, she says with a serious but panting voice, "If you don't gulp this all down you'll be in serious trouble, understand?", her voice sends shivers down your spine but fearing her wrath you nod obdiently, making her intimidating face turn into a lewd grin, "What a good boy~" she says before she starts violently increasing her speed and grinding her pussy in your mouth, approaching orgasm, you prepare yourself to drink up all of her love juices and with a final push, she locks your mouth with both of her hands and releases all of her disgusting bodily fluids into it, filling your mouth with the taste of her sweat, pussy and pee, as you do your best to drink up all of her nasty rat woman juices as to not anger her she quietly moans, after she's done releasing all of her filthy juices into your throat she looks down to you with her hairy crotch still in your face and says "...That was disappointing, I'm gonna have to teach you a lesson." and slaps your face, making you realise that you'll be her slave, forced to follow her orders until the day ends...

>>6157997
>A clumsy, top-heavy woman almost a full foot shorter than me
I give myself good odds.

>>6115214
Fucking perfect. How many parts for this story.

>>5725966
Deadbeat reporting.

>>5476392
>The same mori who's been shown from time to time to be an M.
Wrong. Mori is a S.

>>5446205
>one day
No time like the present, Anon.

Guys, is it wrong for me to want Mori and Mike Shinoda to do a collab song?

She chuckles before pushing you the rest of the way down. You look up at her as she continues to grin. The pink haired girl walks over to the sidewalk and you try to crane your head to see where she’s going, but you find you can’t move at all. You hear her laugh again.

“Don’t waste it!”

The sound of her scythe cutting through the air, The continuous scream of that woman warps and fades, and everything goes white.

You awake with a jolt face down in the gutter, the rain pouring down on you. Any thoughts about what you just experienced is quickly supplanted by the worst headache of your entire life. You feel dizzy and bile rises in the back of your throat. You try to move but it feels like your left leg has been beaten with a sledgehammer and the best you can do is roll over. You look down at your legs and see your left leg is fine? What? The expected mangled limb is actually seemingly undamaged, at least from the outside. Your head pulses and you suppress the urge to vomit again, you hear people beginning to shout and run over to where you are. But the headache gets worse and you can’t help but have tears well up in your eyes from it. You can barely make out the sound of people crowding around and their voices as you hold your head and screw your eyes shut.

“Somebody call an ambulance!” A man shouts

“For both of them?” Some woman responds. Huh?

“Does it matter!? Just call it!” A third person shouts back.

Both? Nobody else was hit but you, you think. Maybe. Thinking hurts a lot right now. You crack open one eye and through the legs of the crowd who’s gathered around you see who they’re referring to.

The woman who had first seen you get struck by that car, the one who had screamed as you hit the concrete. She’s lying on the ground, her skin already a pallid gray and her lifeless eyes just staring at you. A strange feeling washes over you, and before you can even begin to discern it, you faint.

…

“...we already discussed your frontal lobe damage, which may result in some mild hallucinations and changes in behaviour. These are temporary and should become less and less frequent as you heal. Now, your knee has suffered some ligament damage as well. Namely, to your meniscus and patellar tendon. They won’t require any surgery, but you will need to wear that brace for the next 6-8 weeks while it heals.” The doctor tells you and family. You can practically feel the relief pouring off your family as the doctor gives the good news. Your youngest sister; bless her soul, tries to follow along but most of the words are just a bit too big for her.

“S-So, my brother is gonna be okay?” She asks, tapping her fingers together and looking nervously up at the doctor. He just chuckles.

“Yes, miss. Anonymous is gonna be just fine.”


She gets a big smile and runs up to him, hugging his leg.

“Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou!” She lets go and runs round the bed to clamber up and hug you now.

“You’re gonna be okay, Anon! You’re gonna be okay!” You just laugh and return the hug. Your father coughs and asks when you’re gonna be able to go home. It seems that you’re good to go but they just want to watch you for an extra night, just in case something unexpected happens. You ask a few more token questions.

Yes, you can walk on your bad leg, but just be careful and don't over exert yourself. Yes, this is all covered by your insurance(Your dad seemed ready to reenact what your sister did when he heard that). No, he’s not allowed to let the driver die if he’s brought after being shot by the cops, though that does get a laugh out of him. He excuses himself and you talk amongst your family. Your girlfriend was off on a vacation but she got the soonest flight she could as soon as she heard what happened. She should be back in the city late tonight. Your parents make it explicitly clear that you’ll be staying back home until you heal up, with your mother being insistent that she wasn’t gonna let you climb 6 flights of stairs to get to your apartment with your bum knee. Did your girlfriend tell her about the elevator being perpetually broken? Eventually though, visiting hours are over and your family has to go. Your other sister pries the youngest off you, but neither really wants to leave you. You assure them you can handle another night here. You hug everyone and bid them farewell.

Things get rough past the honeymoon period. You've been with your girlfriend a while now, the better part of a year in fact - but she's working, always working, and while you love her for the way that she never gives up you can't help but feel lonely when in bed your arms close on the empty air where she should be.

She still shouts, "I love you!" when rushing out of the door to her latest appointment, still gives you a hurried kiss on the cheek when snatching a single slice of toast from the breakfast you made for her. It doesn't feel as though she means to be cold to you, but when the closest you've been in the past month is cuddling her exhausted, barely-responsive body on the couch you know something has to be done.

You almost don't catch her before she's out the door to meet her work friends. You keep her back, a hand lightly around her wrist.
"Calli, i'm missing you. Date night this week? I'll get it all ready, just give me a time."
She hesitates, kind red eyes soft and sad. She glances back to her waiting friends, clearly anxious to get going.
"I- I dunno about that, Anon. It's embarrassing. My schedule..."
Your arm drops slack. She said it in the moment, she's in a rush, she probably didn't mean it - but... embarrassing? Without your arm to hold her there, she slips away with a 'sorry' on her face. You watch her go, and a couple of her friends shoot you quietly sympathetic looks.