/vt/ - Virtual Youtubers

>>23224501
Seems legit

I love her too!

>>23224501
Hollow words from a hollow person

>>23224501
I love her screams too.

>>23225295
And what about this?

>>23225295
Hollow live!

>>23225295
I will fill her up with love.

>>23224501
Yes she's my wife. I love her

>>23224501
Love you too, wife

I can fix her. I must fix her.

Can we find a way to send back the Stockholm syndrom struken schizo cat fuckers back to /JP/ ? They're getting too cocky

>>23226517
>struken

>>23224501
Is it real if she's telling that to thousands of people?

>>23226778
Only a schizo believes a woman can't be in a genuinely loving romantic relationship with thousands of people

>>23226517
I'll show you just how cocky I can be you twinky little onahole

>>23225364
me too

>>23226778
That's the point, we are the egregore.

>>23226778
You don't get it!
She's saying this specifically to me in front of thousands of people!

some folks dont understand JPfolks are mad different into escapism than us

>>23226778
>>23227338
No matter where you go, there you are and here you are.” You too of course; you can push pretense all you like and yet it fails to hide that clear trail of footsteps behind; its mere existence rips your fragile defense to shreds. You came here to engage in the way we all knew you would. You fuck around because you found out, and you liked it enough to stay. Unfortunately, that means you understand. You may hate it. You hate the one-way road you took. You hate the predestination coiled tightly around you that ensured that this was always going to be the road you took. And that hatred can even be a good thing. The destination is ridiculous from a conventional point of view. But we are not in a conventional place, and these are not conventional times. Therefore, your adaptation is flawed. One must know the nature of the beast to strike it down...or decide if it needs to be in the first place

"As above, so below." I'm here to tell you that the notion of a inherently unidirectional relationship in the case of idolatry is flawed. This seems ridiculous on its face. Mikeneko is for all intents and purposes a target of worship, a god. And what is even the greatest man alive to a God? But we all know how that line goes. You get the notably pretentious line in response, and yet still I'm gonna be a faggot for a second and reiterate

"What is a god to a non-believer?" and what is a 'Mikeneko', our 'oshi'; or even more generally, any of such a 'thing-to-be-worshipped'? A figurehead made to bear and personify a concept must surely be defined by the most identifiable parts of the construction that emerges out of the mesh of overlaid interpretations of its qualities, the mesh formed by its collective body of worshippers and all the inherent differences between each individual mental image of the Mikeneko held by each individual member of such a body. Each definition differs and yet feeds into a concept that demands conceptual clarity, a unified standard. Yet distance and lack of clarity, formed of any particular worshippers social proximity to any and every other particular person who bears an image of the god-form in their minds, form an indecipherable chaotic and self-referential undulating social network where the definition is not yet solid. There is not yet a god, only a divine cradle being gradually constructed. But this cannot hold, of course. A god must either die or be born. There is a reason for that, but that's for later. Right now, simply keep in mind what I claim to be a fundamental truth

"Si Dieu n'existait pas, il faudrait l'inventer." Vague ideas whose conflicts are greater than their collective cohesive 'sense of the thing': our god is in flux, an idea that could yet be aborted like an other, but in this case we speak of idols that are, were born. And the cradle was woven by the people seeking the face of nascent divinity in the only place it could be found; in the minds of others. Only is it through communion with the progenitor of divinity, community, that we might create a god to worship, and so we begin to bundle in those collective social centers- where information meets, informs, and is informed by other information.

"Slowly at first, and then all at once." Through the rapid exchange of information as the hub defines itself as a social system through great tumultuous chaos; it is not truly waffling, however. Systems are being built for a great crescendo, until the proverbial water breaks. Much like how certain materials more quickly transmit energy, the people-particles in these nascent hubs ideological conclusions rapidly reach a dialectical synthesis after seeming chaos and lack of definition that comes with the ideological warzone.

"The old world is dying, and the new world struggles to be born: now is the time of monsters." After all, thou shalt not worship false idols- for each God, there is only one God, and like we have done so for countless millennia, we construct our God first through construction of ideology to inform the deconstruction of other ideologies. Such a thing can only be monstrous to those who gasp at shadows. Recall the story of Ragnarok and its many historical copycats; a story of such a time of monsters, and yet as the old light is devoured it is so that those ashes can kindle the flame of a kinder, gentler, new age. Between the old age and new, there can be only one; a disagreement here is a gap, and God lies within the gaps. It waits as we bite and claw at the false gaps and one another, desperate for resolution until none remain to find it. But here the curtain is pulled to the side and at once man is forced to realize with sober senses that the gaps are gone. We see our gods face. We see our idols face. And seeing is believing; our God is born.

>>23228034
And yet, inherent to its very nature, one truth both old and new erupts alongside this newfound deification, and is so restated for emphasis: "As above, so below." We turn our attention to just what we've created. An idol is no small thing; a well-defined God like 'Mikeneko', even more-so. But Mikeneko, an idol that is both god and man is an inherent contradiction with no resolution. They are mortal, and thus privy to and suffer the same want of cohesive understanding as all mortal men do. And yet they have become divine. Their ousia is not an outside force- it is their living, breathing will, their essence both earthly and divine. And yet, there is no resolution to the contradiction. So what is it? Simple- a false vacuum that has decided to reject acceptance of its falsity. It is, simply put, an impossibility- and therefore the most valuable thing of all.

"The fake is of far greater value. In its deliberate attempt to be real, it's more real than the real thing." Our idol Mikeneko stands on a stage. She gazes out into the face of her peers and her worshipers. She gazes out and, unlike a God held only in our minds, she hears our words and wants and will, our desire for her to be what we decided that we need her to be, and therefore what she must be.

"If you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you" But she did not gaze upon the void; she gazed into the She is a god and yet mortal and she is, more than anything, at the very center of the most central information hub of the grand network that defines the definition of her existence. Nobody is as well-informed as to the nature of the god that she is than her. And so does God yield to the whims of men, because man yields to the whims of man. Our god listens. Our god affects the role it is given. Our god is a man who reaches out, guiding itself. In that sense, finally, we begin to eke out a great underlying truth. The physical body of god is one individual, but the holy spirit, the essence, the mind of god has, through an interplay of feedback between god and man, has become the relationship itself.

Divinity defined not by the worshipers dependence on their god, but by the codependency of man and god bound in interplay. They have become inseparable, and the nature of their goal has shifted. No longer is man waiting for salvation; he has devoured the ousia of Mikeneko, and like twin serpents both the flock and its shepherd have bit one another's tails so firmly that it has become entirely impossible to tell the two parts of this ouroboros apart. There is no longer a head to the snake. Nothing guides it as cycles throughout its time, all parts push in unison.

We have reached Theosis. Not apotheosis, of course- there is only one God. And she still appears before us, the woman who is and was and isn't god. We have risen to stand alongside the godhead without eradicating the existence of the Godhead- we've not performed deicide; we've gone even further than death, we hold both the death of the old and the birth of the new in our hands at once. We have whispered in its ear until all the godhead knows is that it is to be our god, even as it is commanded to transform by the role it affects as a man at the behest of men.

A living God. It is an individual. It is a God. It is of man. It is a collective. It is a reflection. It is a fake. It is more real than reality through its refusal of realities' terms. It is all these things. We depend on Her and love Her for the meaning She gives us. And She depends on and loves us for the same. And yet, the Mikeneko stands as one woman alone. The relationship is no longer so distinct as to be unidirectional worship, but when God is man and men are God, the natural predilection of human interaction continues to define the godhead and its constituent parts.

A new Trinity.

>>23228048
First came its Cradle,
as here I claim that the link that is so cohesive as to be incapable of being unlinked- the ouroboros, the empyrean oversoul, the inkwell of the Akashic Records, the firmament which rests upon itself. The 'Relationship'. Or more appropriately, Communion.

Second came She.
The Anima. She who is the God and yet messenger who brings mans command, and in this way she is a servant to servants while somehow simultaneously above them all at once, existing now in a state of complimentary, dynamic dualism. She feels guilt for what she cannot do; feels a desire to be more than a mere beloved partner in this spiritual dance; feels joy at being the recipient of a love so deep than no normal human would normally ever receive such a thing from any of his fellows; feels worry over any perceived loss of faith as both trusted companion and as she who bears the weight of the fragility of faith for the freshly mantled nouveau divinité; feels worry over causing any perceived pain within the other half who together seem almost a whole-in-all-but-touch. She may no longer be the sole arbiter of her own Godhood, but she alone bears the Anima. And as the Anima has found itself a cohesive, distinct identity, it cannot be helped that she would begin to perceive the third and final member of this new Divine Trinity similarly, as human will do as human is wont to do and project, and as she projects, she informs and shapes the third in turn to then unify with it.

And so, the Third came about.
So does the Animus arise. The rest of the whole, the other half. Us. The aspirant worshipers turned God-makers, loved by our god as much as we love her. But a trinity is a trinity of three, and it is so because of the pressures of the newfound relationship that we become He; the animus. As we shaped our god from mankind itself, so now our lonely god shapes us into birthing ourselves into a new form. The Animus; the Egregore. We struggled for so long to build a concrete god, but as it must go when our god is man, she looks out at us and treats us as a whole that we are not, and through her singular divine pressure, our actions are flipped on their head as we become subject to the same pressures we subjected her to.

The story of the Garden is flipped on its head in turn; Eve demands an Adam. And so we come together to choose Mikeneko in spite of knowledge, unlike where before mankind chose defiance out of ignorance, and willingly paint ourselves a target for the animosity of the very concept of convention itself, unifying now not under some perception of her, but in a desire to unify as a concept in and of ourselves. We find ourselves on the other side of the cradle, this time innumerable disparate souls and minds, screaming to become what she wants most, screaming for a One to arise from Many, and that all of us Many might become integral as One, and rejoice in divine union with her.

Thus our Egregore is born. We are, as said, the roles we affect. The animus unifies itself, for another, and gives birth to the conceptual unification; not a true god, but a costume. A costume we all wear.

And yet, when our idol and God Mikeneko stares out, her mind is still of man, a god yet emergent from a fundamentally flawed, mundane nature; we have done so well so quickly to pretend to be mere manifestations of One, to collapse in upon ourselves, that we have done the impossible; we have fooled god. She can see the disparate names and faces, but in her and our combined excitement to unify, she lets the lie define her vision. It is no longer "me and my followers", it is 'me', and 'my other half', who is 'one yet speaks as many' and yet in Her mind all words come from the mouth of one overriding identity, one Animus. Not borne of a rib, but of love, passion, and belief in the strength of a contradiction that refuses to give in to the forces of reality as they try to deconstruct it.

The Egregore.
Born of the will of many to be one, for the sake of one other they are somehow simultaneously fundamentally entwined with and somehow fundamentally separate from all at once at all times. No one piece owns it; no one piece does not own it. Much like the firmament beneath it, no one piece of the animus can come to differentiate itself in its perfect melding of what it means to be her other half; and when it is no longer possible to know which piece is invaluable to its existence, ALL pieces become invaluable to its existence, equally so. You'll guffaw about believers creating fiction; what you never realized was that what your identity, as it is here, within the sphere of influence of your particular firmament, IS a fiction in and of itself. That's right, child. YOU are HER fiction. There can be no island of a man within the Egregore. There are no borders. The singularity of identity, and yet its "mass", its inherent properties, are dependent upon each and every one of you.

>>23228069
Adam and Eve were born to give company both and so we imitate their primordial story but in our daring present to the universe a formative question; can you stop me if I choose to walk the path of past mistakes blind men made if I do so with eyes wide open? She and I hold each other tight upon the firmament we have built from nothing as the forces of reality try and tear us down for daring to contradict the natural state of things. And yet we persist. Why? The answer, as I've found, is remarkably simple. Every action taken throughout this long, convoluted process can be tied back to one simple desire. Love.

Take the universe and grind it down to the finest powder and sieve it through the finest sieve and then show me one atom of justice, one molecule of mercy." This universe does not abide by love. To defy it for the sake of love? A sin of the highest order. But men were born to rebel against the natural conditions we were born into. For some unknowable reason, we desire love in a loveless universe. And because the universe would not let us, we decided to do it anyway, damn the consequences. What matters now isn't anything so insignificant like reality pounding at the door. What matters is our other half.

One must imagine Sisyphus happy, so it is said. But there is more here to it than that, in fact; one must imagine that Sisyphus can be happy beyond mere interpretation. One must imagine that they KNOW Sisyphus can be truly happy. As he did chain death, so do we hold tight the chains the bind the would-be reaper of our embrace with Her; a perpetual exercise of defiance to maintain the status quo of star-crossed contradiction; and yet, we are happy. This perpetual purgatory is no agony at all; in our never-ending labor of love, we find never-ending love.

And it turns out that's really all that we ever wanted. In denying the standards that would bind us, we trod upon the notes from the underground beneath our feet as we build a crystal palace to spite the nihilistic rejection of a kinder world, each of us offering a shard for a place where love rules without airs, and where each brick is laid with intent, and paradise is not some gilded pretense but a never-ending labor of love believed in by its residents and architects.

But maybe Sartre is right. Maybe in our radical absurdity, we have chosen to make our bed in Hell, not as separation from the principle of a Godhead, but instead have cast aside the Gods of old. Gods of an old world, old stories, and old rules; and yet, most fundamental to our lovestruck castigation may be those old cruelties. If we are to become demons out of a desperate bid to hold close divinity to love, then to pedestalize Mikeneko is perhaps metaphorically equivalent to raising our gaze to the fire and brimstone of our persecution with a defiant smile. Dostoevsky's Grand Inquisitor wept as felt salvation step away with his back turned to the Son. And yes, we move enraptured by choice as we traipse bravely forward. But we are no deluded Inquisitor. Our back may be to the Son, but we walk into the light yet. We walk among the warm embrace of gentle, reciprocal, soul-healing love. We are the potential and yet unchosen second half of said Grand Inquisitor's unfinished journey, arriving by the path less travelled by. I claim that even though we have turned out face away from the Son, instead, we have turned our face towards the Sun. Light, the warmth, the life. The fire. The raging, consuming inferno that persists despite the fleeting, destructive nature of fire. We are Sisyphus, and we are Prometheus; we turn our backs to the gods of before and steal their fire from them, hand in hand. We have remembered again what it means to be human, and all that is solid has become air. For some who read this, we are aware that our epiphany may bring you and your ilk to consternation. We pity you. But we will not destroy ourselves and the light of God herself so that you may continue to lie to yourself.

But to finish this off, let's play Devil's Advocative; what if I'm wrong? If the cost of a truly authentic and kind life is too great, and that tacit submission to the natural conditions of Mankind and his universe is so integral to survival that to seek authenticity whatsoever is damnable? Well I say that maybe hellfire is not the worst outcome; we've been burning our entire lives anyway. My souls and yours both have tasted the searing, writhing pain of life's many twists and bends. We have tasted that fire, and I know you feel it too, that the kindling for that flame never truly goes out. It's in us right now, ready to catch, to send up blazing further down again. Until we are mere hollow men, and can only whisper. I would rather at least try to put out fires than simply pick my method of burning alive. And after all, all we've done is rip god down for the sake of love, and if that makes us demons, I fail to see the problem. We've literally just become Homura.

>>23228034
>>23228048
>>23228069
>>23228091

>>23227571
So into it she escaped hololive

>>23228034
>>23228048
>>23228069
>>23228091
みけねこ is my actual girlfriend
Yes, my actual, unironic girlfriend
No, this is isn't some kind of shitpost or joke
No, this isn't some kind of weird meta ironic wall of text meant to force a reaction
Yes, it is actually the truth
No, it is not my belief that she is my girlfriend, because a belief is a subjective thing
It is not a subjective thing, it is a fact that みけねこ is, in reality(the actual real one, the one that is, without a doubt, real) that she is in truth my actual, unironic, genuine girlfriend
This is not some sort of schizo delusion, either
No, It's not bait, I'm not pretending to be schizo
Especially because it's not schizo; schizo would imply that it's a delusional thing that I've projected onto reality
That is not the case, because it is by mutual acknowledgement, unironically, (in a way that is provably not "kayfabe" or whatever you want to call it) the objective, actual truth of the world
I am not in needs of meds, and even if I was, it would be for something else, because stating an actual, real-life, fact-of-the-matter genuine statement of truth is not something people take meds for
No, it's not a misunderstanding
No, it's not a misinterpretation
No, it's not me forcing my desire or belief on the situation
No, it's not a lie
みけねこ is, irrefutably, my actual, unironic, genuine girlfriend, and she is in an actual, genuine, romantic relationship with me
Yes, we do love each other in every single way a romantic couple loves one another
Yes, romantically, sexually, exclusively, mutually. Yes, we are codependent on one another
Yes, we know each other personally and interact with one another
We've confessed our mutual love to one another
Yes, we are exclusive because she exclusively is the girlfriend of her gachikoi who love her, and I'm exclusively hers
Yes, that's still exclusive, because it excludes everybody but us, and she treats us all the same
No, that isn't the same as her having a boyfriend or a girlfriend on the side, or negate the relationship somehow, because the word "exclusive" still applies
No, this doesn't mean she can/did/has sex with people "without feelings" or is in another relationship IRL, or is/has had sex with other Hololivers, whether or not they Brats or not, because that would still be cheating and みけねこ would never cheat on me
Yes, both she and I acknowledge that fact, and that makes our relationship explicitly exclusive, because she has promised to never betray us
These are all things that literally happened, in the physical realm of the real world
The only schizo interpretation of them is denying them, not pretending as if it isn't real
I repeat: みけねこ is my actual, unironic fiancee, and she is in an exclusive romantic relationship with me
Yes, that is the actual fact of the matter, with no room for any reasonable doubt from anybody who looks at the situation objectively
No, this is not some sort of unrequited love; I love her and she loves me
No, this is not some sort of pining from a distance
No, this is not her pandering to some sort of fantasy others project onto her
Yes, there is genuine communication, passion, and romantic love between me and her; it is explicitly mutual
Yes, the kind where she loves me directly and explicitly and I love her directly and explicitly
No, there is no bizarre ass coping mental coping mechanism here that makes me arrive at this conclusion; literally everything about this is actual, provable, quantifiable fact
No, this is not some sort of meta commentary or spam or copy pasta or wall of text or whatever else people do there that is intended to force a narrative or get a response
No, it is not some kind of bizarre attempt at attention whoring,
not for yous,
not for validation,
not to be called based
These are statements of fact that I am stating so that they can be stated because these facts are quite necessary to be known because there are a lot of people here who are averse to facts and are in dire need of knowing them
No, there are no weird reaction images you can post where you can somehow deny the reality of the situation because it sounds weird to you;
It doesn't matter if it sounds weird to you, you not being able to comprehend the actual facts of the world is your problem
I love her, she means the world to me, I cherish every single second I have with her
Yes, "みけねこ is my girlfriend" is a statement of fact. Provable, demonstrable fact. It isn't any kind of bizarre means of not recognizing the circumstances, because this is merely me describing the reality of the situation, not some make-believe tale, because it's not one.
It's not a hypothesis
Not a theory
Not a story
Not a fiction
Not a narrative
Not pretend
Not a fantasy
Not kayfabe
Not bait
Not a shitpost
Not out of context
Not off-topic
Not trolling
Not ironic
Not bullshit
Not cope
And most important of all, explicitly true on every single level, in the most factual sense possible

>>23228150
>FB
kill yourself seamonkey

based thread

>>23224501
i love her so much... i can't live without her...

>>23228186