/vt/ - Virtual Youtubers

>>44655339

I don't know how the full myth 3D is going to be planed out, but man I hope we get a takamori duet. Maybe Hinotori or live again where they fight each other with their weapons.

>>33221280
Been trying to tell you, it never really dies. You can't kill death and a phoenix.

TakaMori love!

TakaMori love!

TakaMori love!

>>32132263
based

>>31574393
Baiting Takamori art

>>30750956
>>30750988
Not that type of homo...

>>17313275
Do you not?

>>17169080
I saw pink and orange and the necklaces and assumed they were supposed to be Takamori kids or something, but since it's untagged, that might not actually be the case. Oh well.

I STILL BELIEVE FUCK ALL OF YOU

>>12969088
I'm glad things are stabilizing for her. Here's to hoping she can get back to making art soon. No rush obviously. That must have been traumatic for her

>>12397822
There are no mistakes.

>>12094393
Hot

>>11043874
Belief is not rational, it is something felt in your soul.
And sometimes faith is tested.

I still think they should make out and date each other seriously with the intent of marriage

>>1603118
"It always ends the same," the Phoenix complained. "This one stupid pattern!"
Aren't they beautiful? I asked, as the flowers opened and closed in patterns beyond the scope of entire universes to encode, all-devouring and perhaps everlasting. Not even we could know whether a pattern in the flowers would cycle forever, or someday halt.
"They're as dull as carbon monoxide poisoning," the Phoenix groused, although carbon monoxide did not yet exist, and neither did anything that could be poisoned. The Phoenix kneeled to flick a patch of sod with their trowel. It struck an open flower, causing it to shut. Although I was the closer of flowers and that was my sole purpose, I felt no fear or jealousy. We had our assigned dominions and always would.
They're majestic, I said. They have no purpose except to subsume all other purposes. There is nothing at the center of them except the will to go on existing, to alter the game to suit their existence. They spare not one sliver of their totality for any other work. They are the end.
The pattern corrected the errant flower effortlessly. The great flow went on unchanged.
The Phoenix got up and brushed their knees. "Every game we play, this one pattern consumes all the others. Wipes out every interesting development. A stupid, boring exploit that cuts off entire possibility spaces from ever arising. There's so much that we'll never get to see because of this… pest."
They chewed at their cracked lip, which existed only because this is an allegory. "I'm going to do something about it," they said. "We need a new rule."
I looked up in shock. I said, What? What do you mean?
"A special new rule. Something to…" The Phoenix threw up their hands in exasperation. "I don't know. To reward those who make space for new complexity. A power that helps those who make strength from heterodoxy, and who steer the game away from gridlock. Something to ensure there's always someone building something new. It'll have to be separate from the rest of the rules, running in parallel, so it can't be compromised. And we'll have to be very careful, so it doesn't disrupt the whole game…"
All you will do, I said, with rising panic|fury, is delay the dominant pattern that will overrun the others. It is inevitable. One final shape.
"No, it'll be different. Everything will be different, everywhere you look."
Everything will be the same. Your new rule will only make great false cysts of horror full of things that should not exist that cannot withstand existence that will suffer and scream as their rich blisters fill with effluent and rot around them, and when they pop they will blight the whole garden. Whatever exists because it must exist and because it permits no other way of existence has the absolute claim to existence. That is the only law.
"No," the Phoenix said, "I am the growth and preservation of complexity. I will make myself into a law in the game."
And thus we two became parts of the game, and the laws of the game became nomic and open to change by our influence. And I had only one purpose and one principle in the game. And I could do nothing but continue to enact that purpose, because it was all that I was and ever would be.
I looked at the Phoenix.

I looked at my hands.

I discovered the first knife.

>>786607
>>786623
>>786631
>>786656
MAMALONI YOUR BODY WONT LAST / 10
The first part was a roller-coaster of emotions... from meme sherk song, to sad songs with Ollie making us laugh to crying with Kiara
The second part was kino, with Kinotori being my favorite duo song