/jp/ - Otaku Culture

>>29035990
>Girl wracked with self doubt and confidence issues, even after literally hundreds of thousands of people tell her they like her content and thousands of them throw money at her, is going to teach us how to be accept ourselves.
Oh this I can't wait to see.

NEW NARRATIVE
The femanon doing Vocaroo clips is actually part of Hololive EN Gen 2 and is just warming us up for her eventual debut.

WE NEED A "I WANT TO SHOOT THESE KIDS" CALLI PATCH.

New Narrative, Calli always harps on the number 4 because not only is associated with death but also because Chinks hate it (because its associated with death).

>"Calli...be careful."
>Immediately becomes Imposter
>Kills Calli first
What did the clown mean by this?

>>27851874
Anon....she decided to not come back on her own. The rest of gen 5 was expecting her to return but she chose not to. Aloe will never come back... it's time to move on.

Yeah Noel and Calli would be great but what about a 4 way squish between Noel, Calli, Mel, and Choco? 3 ASMR veterans bullying a gaijin girl with large breasts.

>Mori just interjecting randomly and occasionally posing a question
>Everyone ignores her
Pain. It's awkward cause she has no idea what's going on or what to do so she can't really contribute...

NOEL AND CALLI HEARTBEAT ASMR PLEASE. I WANT TO BE THE MICROPHONE.

Man you guys really don't understand Calli do you? Here's how it works. Calli is a socially awkward wigger weeb with no self confidence and imposter syndrome. She's the kind of person who will awkwardly tell a joke and then laugh at her own joke to make sure that people know it's a joke. She might even throw in a meek, "Did you get it?" afterwards and then immediately silently berate herself. She hates awkward silences and will try to fill them. She seeks approval and confirmation but she's also dense as fuck so even if people are giving her approval and confirmation and praise, she wouldn't be able to tell and the few times she is able to tell, she doesn't believe them because of her low self esteem. And this is all how she is in her normal life.
As a Vtuber? An entertainer, a presenter with literally thousands of eyes on her? Ohh boy. She will also feel extra pressure to perform in a collab because it's not just her, it's her colleagues and she's worried about messing up in front of them and also for them and their fans, in addition to her own. So she will try too hard and then cringe and then there will be a lull while she silently tells herself that she is an idiot, and a moron, and stupid, and there will always be a lull because Gura is a non entity in collabs right now and Ame can't always carry everything. Eventually Calli will stop beating herself up long enough to realize "OH GOD NOTHING IS HAPPENING ALL THESE PEOPLE ARE WATCHING AND EXPECTING US TO ENTERTAIN THEM THEY GAVE US SO MUCH MONEY, I DON'T DESERVE THIS" and so she'll launch right into the fray again the only way she knows how, by talking energetically and also taking care to enunciate things and describe them for the ESL audience since she used to be an English Teacher. Occasionally she will become genuinely amused or tilted at something in game and that will slip through, but because she's a sperg, her genuine emotions will still be as awkward as her forced ones.
Then when the collab/stream ends, she will collapse on her bed silently weeping and thinking about all the things she could have done better. She'll think about her fellow rapper from whom she heard about the Hololive auditions and feel guilty for taking their shot, they wanted it so much more than she did, she just applied on a whim, and even though they told her it was okay, it's not REALLY okay, they are just saying that to be nice because they are a good person unlike me because I'm such a piece of shit for stealing my friend's dream and I deserve to die.
Then she drinks and cries herself to sleep.

>also i'm doing a music- i'm doing a liveshow- it's free
i love this cringe reaper

>Be Mori
>Study some worthless degree in college, probably Liberal Arts
>Discover Japanese rap, get really into it
>Get called a wigger and a weeb by everyone. Disappoint your parents.
>Work bottom tier shit jobs, get tequila thrown in your face at Applebees, cry.
>Finally save up enough to move to Japan so you can be closer to the music you love
>Start a channel making the music you love, grind away for a handful of views
>Work 2 jobs in the meantime because who the fuck wants a gaijin with bad Japanese
>Your Japanese rap friends become VTubers so you can't hang out with them as much
>One day hear that Hololive is doing English auditions
>You get in
>YOU GET IN
>Decide to make a brand new EP for your debut, nervous as fuck, you know that most people hate dubs and that every attempt so far to westernize Japanese culture has been cringe as fuck
>HololiveEN is a success beyond anyone's wildest dreams. Blow up literally overnight
>Simps give you more money in an hour than you make in a year, even after taxes and Youtube and Cover cuts
>Pressure is on, gotta perform, gotta make sure you deserve it, because right now you sure as hell don't
>New to Vtubing, decide to make membership for everyone, maybe if they just pay a little a month, they'll stop dropping hundreds in chat
>Base it off Kickstarters and Patreon's you've seen
>People hate it
>PEOPLE HATE IT
>They think you are greedy, and you are greedy, oh God why didn't you look at some of your Senpai and how they did it, you stupid stupid fuckup, why do you always mess things up?
>Hastily fix it, every tier gets a stream now and eventually all the streams will be public
>Realize you've committed to making 3 extra streams a month
>There's only 5 days left in this month
>You still have to go to your 2 other jobs because you can't quit them just yet
>Basically fucked yourself out of any and all time for sleeping, yourself, etc
>But you gotta power through to be worthy of everyone's support. You need to earn it
>Cry yourself to sleep while telling yourself what a fucking idiot you are, you can't even do transitions properly, keep arriving at the wrong screen cause you're such a noob
Being Mori is suffering.

>>26831611
She doesn't want to cry because people will think it is fake! Instead she powers on with a smile on her face for all the people who placed such trust in her. They gave her so much money, more than she's ever had in her life! She doesn't deserve this! But she can't say that! It would cheapen the happiness they feel for her! She is worth it! Or she will be! The only way is to work harder! Harder than she ever has before! Sleepless nights, erratic meals, sometimes she vomits into the toilet before crawling over to the bed and collapsing. But she has to grind, even harder, she has to be worthy! She WILL be worthy of all the love and support people have shown her! She thinks of all her friends in the indie scene, all the people who were just as good as her or better, but weren't given this chance to be in Hololive, to reach this wide appeal. "Why am I the one who succeeded?" she thinks, as guilt wracks her body along with the tremors brought on by the drinking. But she has to drink, it's what people expect from her now, what with wine streams, and Japanese punishment game streams. Late one night, she sees a news story. Maybe it's about firefighters or Doctors who travel to lands to give aid. She stares at her Superchat earnings for the month and disgust wells up inside of her. What has she done to deserve all this? Why does she make more money that people who save lives? She immediately beats herself up for these thoughts because it betrays the people who believe in her! The people who donate SO MUCH MONEY to her. She puts out more songs, more streams. She reads every single name, every comment. Is it okay to be so loved? She wonders and decides the answer is no. She cries, knowing she is not who everyone thinks she is. But she will be. As long as she just works a little harder...

The police find her, days later, collapsed in a heap on the floor. They quickly take her to a hospital, where she is hooked up to an IV providing fluids and nutrients that she denied herself in her frenzy of content creation. But it's too late. Her body is too weak to go one. Tears well in her eyes as she thinks of all the people she is letting down, her viewers, her fans, her Deadbeats. She failed them. Her last words are a desperate plea before she fades away.

"Forgive me."

>Mel's manager
>*yger
>Loserbait
HOLY FUCKING SHIT COVER DO YOU DO ANY RESEARCH AT ALL? Can I just waltz into HQ masturbating and you'll put me next to a Holo? Because that's kind of what it seems like.

You say these rhymes are fire but I only aim to singe
And I have hit a speedbump when it comes to Mori vids to binge
In her latest videos, of racism there was a tinge
So now it is has gone private, the archive has a dinge
I shall never see it, for I was watching the Detective with the syringe
And now I feel some anger, for my happiness does hinge
On watching this dorky Reaper, for whom affection I feel a twinge
My blood pressure is rising, my blood vessels they constringe
My happiness has been dashed, my rights have been impinged
And now because of some fucking dick, some asshole on the fringe
I am missing one video of my Reaper who gives...secondhand embarrassment.

Here's what I got so far, just for you guys, not for submission

https://youtu.be/5y3xh8gs24c

Fucking dork uses a lot of Japanese and it's difficult to change those lines since I have to listen hard to match the tempo.

"Who is this new Chuuba? She's so cute, but when she opens her mouth? OH SHIT."

Modern day chuubas really must hate fun, more often chuubas taking simps givin zeros and ones
The real cringe connoisseurs in the ruins of hell get used to watching weeabos with moe that sells cuz,
To my surprise, chunni lines like she's a senshi,
Calli-chan is a motherfucking DaVinci
of dignity erasure
feel so bad for her
Make sure when watching no one's around first
Filthy plebs out here, watch her drink pinot
"Why do you guys like this?"
Bitch it's so kino
Cute as all hell in a literal sense, a cringy pretense, but the views are all tell, no show, dollars and cents
Don't mean nada to Leafs in Canada
Based and other super radical lines to tear your heart apart at the seams still the killer of your dreams, slips your supa in her pocket and then she flees the scene, it's like that.
If she took my advice she'd still be fucking unknown.
But the other chuubas that I like so much more
Are along the lines of cool and SEISO
Gotta know it aint so, could you let go of your dignity,
Just for me?
I'm not asking for much, give me some content binge
Excuse me but did you know that you're extremely cringe?
KILL EM WITH THE CRINGE
MORI IS SO EM-BARRA-SSING
TEE HEE BITCH
BUT I CAN'T STOP FUCKING WATCHING
SECOND HAND CRINGE CALLIOPE
KILL EM WITH THE CRINGE
Till we get em to say
"Alright" Yay! Let's watch this!
Deadbeats, listen up It's whatcha want,
Her dropping all her spaghetti!
Watch her spill all her wine when she gets up off her seat!
Cringe high enough to exterminate ya
You'll watch anyway cause it's human nature
And somehow root for her all of the way
Until the day she stands on top!
What the fuck is this shit?
What am I watching?
A girl living out her dreams and she's not stopping
Not what you expected? Better tell you straight forward, haters unironically throw away your keyboard. Go ahead and be sore but she won't run. Cause she's an alcoholic nerdy dork getting shit done. Hololiving? Not an industry for faint hearts for one, it's a mistress of cringe lines day in the sun.
C A DOUBLE L I O P E

>Numberfags
>Doxxfaggots
>People falseflagging as different fans to get others to try and hate certain Holos

OK, we can merge back into /hlg/ now. There's no difference anymore. It was nice to be genuinely excited for Holos for a bit though.

What was Calli going to do if the fanbase didn't pick Deadbeats? Would she panic? Work frantically to redo the songs she already recorded? Apologize to Manager and Yagoo and ask for more time? Lay in bed at night beating herself up and calling herself stupid softly as tears ran down her face?

"Introduce yourself."
She fidgets, and smiles at you. "Come on, we don't really have to do this right?"
"Introduce yourself."
She sighs, her cheeks redden a little and her head drops down. Her arms cover her breasts and the place between her legs. She stands naked in the middle of the room, with 4K screens on every wall.
"I-I'm Calliope Mori." It comes out as a mutter, her voice is soft and she's speaking towards the floor.
"Louder. I can't hear you. You didn't ask me if the sound was okay. Your voice isn't high pitched enough. You didn't ask if I could hear your voice." On cue you hit the play button and all 4 screens start playing the beginning of her introduction video. As the visuals and audio bombard her from all sides, the blush spreads across her entire face, to the top of her forehead, even looking down you can see how red she is.
"My name is Calliope Mori...and I...I am the first apprentice of the Grim Reaper."
A smile spreads across your face. You leer at her. "The first apprentice of the Grim Reaper eh? Really? You're the FIRST APPRENTICE of the GRIM REAPER?"
Upon hearing how ridiculous it sounds, the blush reaches to her ears, and she squirms. You trace your fingers across her collarbone and shoulders and down her back. A muffled "Yes." can barely be heard.
"Wow, that sounds..." You pause for a moment, trying to compose yourself as your shoulders shake silently. You regain your composure. "COOL."
At the word "cool" her upper lip begins to quiver. She looks around at the screens as you hold back your laughter. The screens are now playing her song.
"So how old are you Ms. Grim Reaper?" You lick your finger and make delicate swirls around her erogenous zones. Breasts, crotch, neck. You feel inbetween her fingers and breathe softly behind her ears."
"I'm....old as time. I'm immortal."
At this you cannot hold back and a guffaw escapes your mouth. It reverberates around the room, overpowering the audio from the speakers. She blushes even more furiously.
"Oh so you're IMMORTAL. Old as time itself eh? Wow...so like...you must have seen and done a lot."
Her eyes begin to glisten. "Stooop." She begs in a whine.
"What's wrong?" A shit eating grin is your constant companion. "Are you feeling nervous? I COULDN'T TELL. Is this your big debut?"
You kneel down beside her. You begin to kiss around the inside of her thighs, as your fingers begin to massage around her mound. "Let me hear you laugh."
A single tear runs down her cheek as she bites her lower lip, half in frustration, half to keep the moans from drifting out of her mouth. You continue your ministrations around her pubic area. A clear liquid begins to slowly drip from her slit. "I won't touch unless you do the laugh."
Tears are streaming freely down her face. She chokes on her words the first attempt, swallows them, and then pitches her head high as if to reach the notes. "TEE HEE TEE HEE." The fake high pitched tones of cringe ring out like a bell. Her body is flushed now, both with shame and arousal. You turn your tongue to her eager clitoris, her knees buckle and she struggles to keep her balance, as you grasp her buttocks firmly. She is furious with herself. The humiliation you've delivered unto her is surpassed only by the pleasure she feels. A gasp escapes her lips.
"Tee hee tee hee? What kind of laugh is that? Are you trying to be cute?" You break your head away from her to question her incredulously. You laugh freely, slapping your thigh as she sinks to the ground, rivulets of sweat running down her slick body. A small pool of liquid forms from where the floor touches between her legs. She looks up at you in anger and humiliation as you continue to laugh at her absurd antics. You strip off your own clothes, revealing your full erection. She gazes at it longingly. Her body is ready. But you have one last card to play. You stop her and cup her chin in your hands as you tilt her head to look up to you.

"Now rap for me."

"Introduce yourself."
She fidgets, and smiles at you. "Come on, we don't really have to do this right?"
"Introduce yourself."
She sighs, her cheeks redden a little and her head drops down. Her arms cover her breasts and the place between her legs. She stands naked in the middle of the room, with 4K screens on every wall.
"I-I'm Calliope Mori." It comes out as a mutter, her voice is soft and she's speaking towards the floor.
"Louder. I can't hear you. You didn't ask me if the sound was okay. Your voice isn't high pitched enough. You didn't ask if I could hear your voice." On cue you hit the play button and all 4 screens start playing the beginning of her introduction video. As the visuals and audio bombard her from all sides, the blush spreads across her entire face, to the top of her forehead, even looking down you can see how red she is.
"My name is Calliope Mori...and I...I am the first apprentice of the Grim Reaper."
A smile spreads across your face. You leer at her. "The first apprentice of the Grim Reaper eh? Really? You're the FIRST APPRENTICE of the GRIM REAPER?"
Upon hearing how ridiculous it sounds, the blush reaches to her ears, and she squirms. You trace your fingers across her collarbone and shoulders and down her back. A muffled "Yes." can barely be heard.
"Wow, that sounds..." You pause for a moment, trying to compose yourself as your shoulders shake silently. You regain your composure. "COOL."
At the word "cool" her upper lip begins to quiver. She looks around at the screens as you hold back your laughter. The screens are now playing her song.
"So how old are you Ms. Grim Reaper?" You lick your finger and make delicate swirls around her erogenous zones. Breasts, crotch, neck. You feel between her fingers and breathe softly behind her ears."
"I'm....old as time. I'm immortal."
At this you cannot hold back and a guffaw escapes your mouth. It reverberates around the room, overpowering the audio from the speakers. She blushes even more furiously.
"Oh so you're IMMORTAL. Old as time itself eh? Wow...so like...you must have seen and done a lot."
Her eyes begin to glisten. "Stooop." She begs in a whine.
"What's wrong?" A shit eating grin is your constant companion. "Are you feeling nervous? I COULDN'T TELL. Is this your big debut?"
You kneel down beside her. You begin to kiss around the inside of her thighs, as your fingers begin to massage around her mound. "Let me hear you laugh."
A single tear runs down her cheek as she bites her lower lip, half in frustration, half to keep the moans from drifting out of her mouth. You continue your ministrations around her pubic area. A clear liquid begins to slowly drip from her slit. "I won't touch unless you do the laugh."
Tears are streaming freely down her face. She chokes on her words the first attempt, swallows them, and then pitches her head high as if to reach the notes. "TEE HEE TEE HEE." The fake high pitched tones of cringe ring out like a bell. Her body is flushed now, both with shame and arousal. You turn your tongue to her eager clitoris, her knees buckle and she struggles to keep her balance, as you grasp her buttocks firmly. She is furious with herself. The humiliation you've delivered unto her is surpassed only by the pleasure she feels. A gasp escapes her lips.
"Tee hee tee hee? What kind of laugh is that? Are you trying to be cute?" You break your head away from her to question her incredulously. You laugh freely, slapping your thigh as she sinks to the ground, rivulets of sweat running down her slick body. A small pool of liquid forms from where the floor touches between her legs. She looks up at you in anger and humiliation as you continue to laugh at her absurd antics. You strip off your own clothes, revealing your full erection. She gazes at it longingly. Her body is ready. But you have one last card to play. You stop her and cup her chin in your hands as you tilt her head to look up to you.

"Now rap for me."

>>26397471
"Tee hee tee hee? What kind of laugh is that? Are you trying to be cute?" You break your head away from her to question her incredulously. You laugh freely, slapping your thigh as she sinks to the ground, rivulets of sweat running down her slick body. A small pool of liquid forms from where the floor touches between her legs. She looks up at you in anger and humiliation as you continue to laugh at her absurd antics. You strip off your own clothes, revealing your full erection. She gazes at it longingly. Her body is ready. But you have one last card to play. You stop her and cup her chin in your hands as you tilt her head to look up to you.
"Now rap for me."

>>26226945
Join the Morichads