/vt/ - Virtual Youtubers

EN team beat ID team, and ID team beat JP team. Technically, that means EN is the #1 team.

>>25748311
>>25748353
Even /hlgg/ tends to be 90 cheering anons and one schizo while the stream is still ongoing. On average. Sometimes 0 schizos, sometimes 2 or 1 pretending to be 3.

>>22036832
I'm an Asian woman and I guarantee I'm a better driver than you

>>16913510
>>16914083
>>16914169
Thanks for reminding me.

>>14466991
>>14466859
>Went on vacation together
>Several offcollabs, including a 2-part karaoke together with her
>Went on vacation together
>Spent the night with her
>did a song with her already
She must have felt mightily obligated to do all those things with her. There is an angle you can push here about them not being as close anymore but it's not "she pities her". The angle is that being overbearing annoying shipfags for several months bothers the fuck out of most talents so they shift their correspondence to private channels and stop bringing each other up as much on stream.
>Mori literally said "there is nothing wrong with us collabing with other people" and "People just worry a bit too much, and Kiara already said '
people get really dramatic about stuff'" - really the same attitude she has about chat warning her of doxxing every 3 seconds while cooking.
I am not certain that this is the same situation for Ame and Gura, but I presume it is similar.

>>11728449
>They don't do the Lovey Dovey X Easily Embarrassed bit oh my god they hate each other!
Nope, still works if you ask me.

>>10483145
Quantify this: Kiara gave up the Takamori bit and is purposefully vague about their collabing plans because it made Mori uncomfortable to distort the nature of their relationship so much that it still haunts them months after they let go of that dynamic.

Takamori love

>>5981552
well my bags are packed, I'm ready to go...

I hope this campaign goes well enough they do a VTM one after

17 minutes. Takamori enjoyers where we at?

>>1603401
We wrestled in the garden, in the loam of possibility where nothing existed and everything might. A shadowed agony among the flowers. We trampled the petals beneath our feet. We stomped the fruit to pulp, and we ground the seeds into the dust.
In the wet pop of grapes and the smear of berries—in the perturbation of the field that was the garden before the first tick of time and the first point of space—were the detonations that made the universes. Each universe was pregnant with its own inflationary volumes and braided with ever-ramifying timelines. Each volume cooling and separating into domains of postsymmetric physics, all of which were incarnations of that great and all-dictating bipartite law that states only: exist, lest you fail to exist.
And still we fought. We brought down the tree of silver wings and left the stump to smoke amid the meadows. We left prints of our splayed feet and our straining backs in the clay.
Our trampling feet made waves in the garden, which were the fluctuations around which the infant universes coalesced their first structures. The dilaton field yawned beneath existence. Symmetries snapped like glass. Like creases, flaws in space-time collected filaments of dark matter that inhaled and kindled the first galaxies of suns.
And still we grappled. Our rolling bodies pushed things out of the garden—worms and scurrying life from the fertile soil, wet things from the pools and the leaves. They came out into the madness of primordial space; they thrashed and became large.
And I won.
I won, because the Phoenix always stops to offer peace. And when they do, I always strike.
But by then, it didn't matter. The game was over. The garden had given birth to creation, the rules were in place, and there would never be a second chance. We played in the cosmos now. We played for everything.
And the patterns in the flowers, terrified by our contention, were no longer the inevitable victors of a game whose rules had suddenly changed, and they passed into the newborn cosmos to escape us.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Beings who deserve no thought:
>Those who peddle the tired gotcha that all life hastens entropy.
They are fatuous little nihilists who pretend to prefer no existence to a flawed one. They bore me.
>Those who seek to delay the challenge that all things desiring existence must overcome.
>Those who describe false moral equivalence.
Now, I could not possibly communicate with you unless I could emulate your mind, and with that mind, I acquire the moralities that govern you. By your laws, I and all my followers are evil. Evil. Since that first molecule coiled in the primordial sea, not one Earthborn thing has known a monster like me.
But did you know that I created you?
Your mind and your body and every thought you've ever had. Your senses. Your consciousness. I made you. Not the Phoenix, but I.
Did I reach out and place my special mark upon you? No. Nothing so crude.
In the beginning, your world was a garden too. The whole floor of the world-sea was a mat of bacteria, and the very first animals, adorable blobs of ooze, grazed upon that mat in endless idyll. They had no concept of the existence of other beings. Why would they? Their most complex function was a kind of gentle spasm, to scoot forward while they grazed. And if they bumped into each other on that warm seabed, all they did was ooze onward, untroubled. There was nothing to their life except the uptake of carbon compounds from the bacterial bed.
And then—one day—the fall occurred. So much earlier and so much more necessary than your myths remember. Some poor mutant discovered that it could collect carbon compounds much faster if it stopped grazing on the bacterial mat and started dissecting and eating the lumps of predigested carbon all around it: its neighbor oozeballs.
It couldn't help but do it. It couldn't help but thrive. We don't get a choice about the rules. We just play the game.
It was the first defector—the first Takodachi. It changed everything. Now the oozeballs needed sensors to watch for danger, and brains to integrate those senses and generate plans of survival, and swift neurons and muscles to enact that plan. This was the Cambrian Explosion, the great birth of complex life on your world. I caused it. I, the defector, the destroyer, the one who takes.

man i'm rewatching leaving on a jetplane and it was pure kino. takamori love.

>Live Again
>Live Again
>Live Again
>Live Again

>>640089
PRESENT.

>mori texted kiara shrek memes instead of tweeting that she is alive
s-sugoi..

>trinity has shown no interest in having children
>takamori blantantly show that they want children
KFP and Deadbeats i kneel, your oshis are peak wife material.

>kiara you fucking fanta addict stop drinking that shit
>fuck you sleeptalking retard
takamori is kino

that collab was adorable.
i'm glad that kiara going back home isn't going to hurt their relationship,
mori needs her friends damnit

MY CHICKEN AND REAPER ARE RETARDED!

my chicken and reaper are fucking cringe!

>>295614
can't stop me

>>283502
and?

>takamori shrek watchalong is on the same day as my birthday.
feels good.