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She said 15th-ish, so she probably meant next weekend.
English, man, not even once.
General Discussion for Virtual Youtubers / Vtubers / Chuubas - it's okay to be a simp for 2D, just don't thirstpost.
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English, man, not even once.
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Aww, she's coming back from break early after all? She does miss us.
Apparently she was also moving? Or did i hear wrong?
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I heard 'finished moving'.Aww, she's coming back from break early after all? She does miss us.
Apparently she was also moving? Or did i hear wrong?
Biobreak
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So Pikamee's accidental broadcast video is still up. It's a 12-minute vid and she didn't notice the broadcast until 9 minutes in. Time-stamped to when she finally notices:
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I think she unlisted/privated the VOD shortly. It's no longer showing in her channel. Managed to grab the link to it before she did but I'm not sure how long it's gonna be up if she does decide to ultimately delete it:
EDIT:
I think she unlisted/privated the VOD shortly. It's no longer showing in her channel. Managed to grab the link to it before she did but I'm not sure how long it's gonna be up if she does decide to ultimately delete it:
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AnonFiles Download:
間違えて配信開始したやつ accident but It was OK.mp4
間違えて配信開始したやつ accident but It was OK.mp4
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Got something for you all.
What will you do when you're graduating? Gives parting message? Last goodbyes? Last singing? Reunion?
How about passive aggresively staring at the screen while deleting one by one of your VODs and Twitter posts in real time, without saying any word, then dissapears.
This actually happened.
What will you do when you're graduating? Gives parting message? Last goodbyes? Last singing? Reunion?
How about passive aggresively staring at the screen while deleting one by one of your VODs and Twitter posts in real time, without saying any word, then dissapears.
This actually happened.
She then sorry for being come off like that and decides to properly doing the graduate stream this time around, 3 days from now.
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I'm thinking that it's more of a 'Frontload Approach' that will calm down after the male wave. This is the new branch, after all, and they needed to get it right because they wouldn't be allowed a 3rd chance at a NijiEN.
I think we will see what the plan is based on whether or not auditions open on or before Wave 4 (which is already closed). I don't think the male wave were ever planned to be opened alongside Wave 3 and it's a result of fan demand, because it's the first time in a long time that there hasn't been a premade design for the males to audition for.
In other news: It looks like Reimu is actually being possessed by something under her hood. I didn't notice it at all at first.
FlappyBat
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Uruka reads fan fiction Sakana sent her on stream. But when I send creepy fan fiction to girls I get calls from the police. Life's not fair man.
I'm looking forward to buff Uruka fan art.
I'm looking forward to buff Uruka fan art.
It was another Sunday night at the share house, and though no one could be seen from the living room, a delightful melody could just be heard from one of the rooms. As the sweet sounds drew to a close, Lia and Uruka exited from the room with their violins. For the past month, their practising could be heard every Sunday, shaking off the rust and getting a feeling for each other's style more and more each time. Now taking a breather before resuming the stream, Uruka was scouring the place for some water, before a crude remark roused a playful jest in her.
"Gee, guess you finally got around to teaching me how to finger properly, eh?"
"Hah, yea yeah. Should I teach you how to fist next too?"
"Ah, get away! I've never heard of that!"
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Uruka Gets Buff
Part 1
Ever since her home under a rock had been swept away by a flood, a certain trash bear had moved in with the rest of the Phase Connect girls at their share house. Coincidentally, the number of half-finished ramen cups, empty beer bottles and garbage bags had begun to pile up in the living room ever since. Alongside these hoards of rubbish, the trash bear had also brought in a few dumbbells, now buried below the garbage and ready to prey on any unsuspecting toes.
It was another Sunday night at the share house, and though no one could be seen from the living room, a delightful melody could just be heard from one of the rooms. As the sweet sounds drew to a close, Lia and Uruka exited from the room with their violins. For the past month, their practising could be heard every Sunday, shaking off the rust and getting a feeling for each other's style more and more each time. Now taking a breather before resuming the stream, Uruka was scouring the place for some water, before a crude remark roused a playful jest in her.
"Gee, guess you finally got around to teaching me how to finger properly, eh?"
"Hah, yea yeah. Should I teach you how to fist next too?"
"Ah, get away! I've never heard of that!"
Uruka launched an assault of flailing arms all over the alien's back, half in jest and half trying to prove her non-existent strength. The only squeals of agony came from Uruka's own knuckles buckling under their own frailty. As the two sifted through the trash-ridden living room in hot pursuit, a yelp of pain shot from Uruka's mouth. Turning back in concern, Lia caught the sight of Uruka hopping around on one foot while nursing the other in her hands. She didn't let the chance to tease Uruka's hubris in her very lacking toughness go by.
"Hah, you dummy! Looks like those dumbbells put more work on you than you ever got out of them!"
"Shaddup! Get over here, you -ah, ack!"
Stumbling over to the kitchen table, Uruka began making a noise like she'd swallowed a fishbone. Although it was meant to just be a violin stream, her throat had paid the price for belting out some notes much above her range. Her display earned a genuine look of concern from Lia, although Uruka waved it off as her coughing subsided.
"Hey, are you alright?"
"Ack! Yea, I'm fine. Just need some - ooh, cough drops!"
From the trash-laden kitchen counter, a pack of orange lollies was pulled out like a treasure. They had no packaging saying what they were for, but what the hell, they looked colourful enough to do the trick. Before Lia could say anything, Uruka had ripped apart the silver packaging and downed the whole thing like a shot of whiskey.
"Hey! What are you doing, you idiot! You're not supposed to down them!"
"Really? I thought they stacked or something. Like you know, in League! Anyway, let's head back in!"
Following Uruka back in with a sigh of defeat, Lia took care to dance around any stray dumbbells, while contemplating the idiocy of this loveable goofball.
Before she entered the room however, a hulking mass of flesh burst through the walls, impaling several soundproofing tiles that now hung off the thing like corpses. A cacophonous splintering of wood followed as a door ripped in two flew across the living room and crashed into the wall. As Lia rushed in wondering what the hell had happened, something so beautiful, yet so unholy all at once, manifested before her: Uruhulk.
The trash bear's face had become dwarfed by the mountain ridges that now sat on her shoulders and left her jacket in shreds. From below, her pectorals bulged like the steel chest plates of a giant, and pushed her breasts forward to stretch the very limits of her black singlet, now holding on for dear life. A deep, booming voice echoed from where Uruka's head supposedly was, but Lia was far too deep in a trance of bodily admiration to properly hear her.
"Hey, dude, are you seeing this? What the hell happened!?"
Unfazed, Lia's gaze further took a trip down Uruhulk's massive body, staring at her stomach that looked like a net had been bound tight to her to raise her flesh up in mountains - only these abdominal Alps were made of pure muscle. Shamelessly going down further, she gawked at a pair of thighs that looked more like bundles of steel rods inflated with testosterone, which had shrunk the bike shorts Uruka was wearing into a scanty pair of underwear. At her knees, the musculature of Uruka's lower body crashed into one another, forming the visage of Arnold Schwarzenegger himself. Staring at this spectacle of man, Lia felt a rush of heat throughout her. She'd never seen Uruka as more than a friend - Uruhulk however, was steaming up her insides like a pork bun. Being squeezed amidst those mountains for arms, while pressing her face against the steel corridor between Uruhulk's pecs - it would be divine.
Striking her out of her daze, the worried cries of a certain alcoholic fox and Earth's cutest rabbit came thundering in through the front door.
"HEY! Lia-chan, Uruka-chan, everything daijoubu?"
"We heard something on the way back, so we hurried over!"
The pair had just come from a run to the convenience store for some good booze and snacks for dinner tonight at a yakiniku place. But as they now came to set eyes upon the mound of muscle before them, they could not help but admire in awe - though they were much more lively than Lia.
"SUGE! What a naisu body!! How you get so strong, Uruka-ch- iya, Uruka-chad?"
While Tenma proceeded to grope Uruhulk's musculature enough times to usually earn a few cries of “seku hara!”, Pippa prodded away at Uruhulk's arms, almost breaking her finger by jamming it into the tightness of her biceps.
"Woahh. I bet you could choke someone with just your fingers...just saying! Not like I want it!...Though, not like I don't..."
Finally realising the absurdity of the sight, Lia scanned around and realised a massive rift had been torn across the wall they'd sound proofed for group streams. All those hours trying to stick them up, all those declining numbers in their bank account - it all surged back seeing all the foam tiles ripped apart on the ground.
"Hey, you've broken down this entire wall of foam! Ah, and aren't we supposed to be heading back to stream soon?"
Echoing from the steppes of her shoulders, Uruhulk's voice resounded like a war horn rallying an army.
"Oh man, I forgot! Hey, grab our violins, Lia, we've gotta show chat this!"
Only now, Lia had realised Uruhulk had been crouching, almost like a foetus nursed in the belly of Hulk Hogan before being shot out into the world via a body slam. As she raised her massive frame, her head tore through the roof, scattering the scaffolding all over the ground. Her unyielding shoulders carved away at the roof as she walked with the ease of a kitchen knife through butter. Even though she'd been absolutely infatuated just a moment ago, Lia felt a disfigured rage kindle inside her, seething at how Uruka was tearing down their home and treating their practice like it was a joke. She reluctantly obliged however, not wanting to keep the stream on hold for too long. While Pippa and Tenma hung in the air off of Uruhulk's arms like children playing on a swing, Lia resumed the stream with an air of frustration and genuine confusion.
"Uhm, yea sorry about that guys, but uhm, I don't know if you can see bu-"
"YO WHADDUP URUFUGANG, ITS YA GIRL URUHULK, IN THE HOUSE!!"
The booming roar of Uruhulk almost shattered Lia's eardrums, forcing her to roll on the ground as she cupped her ears. All it roused from the other two were cheers of excitement and a raucous guffaw.
"Yea! Let's go, Uruka-chad! Sekai no ichiban tsuyoi!"
"Look at my hubby guys, haha! So strong, so...manly..."
At the behest of their feminine woos of admiration, adrenaline surged throughout the Uruhulk's body, causing her flesh to ripple as more muscle fibres were being recruited on the spot. You could almost see the striated fascicles of muscle begging to rip through her flesh, yearning for more space to exercise their gargantuan form. In a matter of seconds, Uruhulk had become a balloon of muscle that would leave most bodybuilders creaming their speedos’.
Adamant to show her newfound power, Uruhulk pumped her biceps up and down without pause, all the while Tenma and Pippa hung onto them for dear life, laughing maniacally all the way. Each pump breathed life into Uruhulk's upper arms, as they puffed up like jumpy castles before returning to an already ridiculous bulge. Every swing up and down brought with it the ebb and flow of Uruhulk's biceps, as though she lived vicariously through the pumping of blood from her upper arms.
Just now recovering from her shellshock, Lia rolled over to see the sight for herself - still boiling with fury from Uruhulk's noticeable dearth of fucks to give. Now hugging onto her biceps, Tenma and Pippa looked like baby lambs sleeping on the expansive hillsides of Uruhulk's arms, which seemed to bob up and down with the breath of the very Earth itself. Glancing over at the chat, Lia saw the comments cascade down the screen:
Uruhulk!
Urukachad!
SAIDOCHESTO!
Squeeze me between those thighs!
Like a fart in the wind, all the anticipation towards their violin practice had vanished. All those hours of practice now burned into Lia's head became an object of scorn, rather than a fond memory. Still, the goal of all those days of practice still shone her mind. Putting her foot down, Lia handed Uruhulk a violin, with a stern reminder of what they were here for.
"Oi, how about you show chat what we've been practising off stream? I'm sure those stupid muscles of yours will help you play even better now."
"Oh yea, sure! That won't be a problem for these bad boys!"
Flinging the other two onto the bed like a pair of pillows, Uruhulk now attended to the violin. As she plucked it up from Lia, her absolute boulders for fists almost crushed the teeny instrument. In between the fingers of her other hand, she wove the bow around like a toothpick, entertained by how it wobbled in the air. However, as soon she'd begun to play, a very clear problem had begun to bulge out. As her arms attempted to swivel in, the rugged protrusion of her biceps grinded against her shoulders with the screech of a runaway train clawing against the tracks. Hardly budging around the corner of her shoulders, Uruhulk's biceps cried out in pain as they rose in mountains against her shoulders, shuddering under the Sisyphean task of bypassing these steppes. It wasn't the only war of flesh occurring across Uruhulk’s body however. As the other three peered at their friend's chest, they witnessed her iron pecs grate against each other like tectonic plates, sending tremors of flesh across her body. While she continued her hopeless struggle, Uruhulk's breasts began to jiggle with the intensity of an earthquake that would break the Richter scale. Calling on all her power, a superhuman bellow erupts from between Uruhulk's shoulders as a fissure of converging muscle emerges from bicep to bicep. Despite her best efforts, the violin slips her hand and is hurled towards the wall like a load from a trebuchet. A gasp of shock ensues as Lia begins a mad dash to save the instrument.
"Hey, what the hell was that! Don't you remember...this violin...all those times we..."
Lia's protests are broken up by sniffles, as she brings her hands into her chest. Hidden from the others, she peers down at her fingers which had barely saved the violin from crashing into the wall. Even with that, a few strings had snapped. Moreover, a gash of sanguine now gushed from her fingers, as Lia battled through teary eyes to assess the damage. Her quivering backside aroused a few approaching steps of concern from Tenma and Pippa, but a booming voice demanded their gaze once more.
"Hey, it's all right Urufugang! So what if I can't play the violin? Check this out!"
From below the screen, two twenty pound dumbbells arose with the weightlessness of feathers in Uruhulk's clenched fists. Inclining her back a bit, Uruhulk's pecs dazzled in the sunlight in all their naked glory as she assumed a bench press position on the bed. Without any warning, Uruhulk's arms began to piston the dumbbells with the vigour of a lonely teenager hammering their hands away at their hips. Unable to contain their wonder, Tenma and Pippa's jaws dropped open and began drooling, as the dumbbells became a black blur in Uruhulk's hands. With a final roar, Uruhulk shot the cannonballs in her hands right through the roof, creating a thunderclap as the projectiles broke through the sound barrier. Finishing her display by hitting a vacuum pose, Uruhulk proudly flexed her muscles to the bewilderment of Tenma and Pippa.
"WAAH SUGE! What a strong boy! You know, muscle very good for in bed when making baby!"
"Oohh, I wonder what it would feel like. Being crushed under all that muscle..."
Once more, their flirtatious coos aroused a bubbling of muscle fibers under the flesh of the Uruhulk's upper body. Each passing second, her skin thinned out into a pale pastry, relegating all space to the remarkable gains she's made. While the two continued to dangle around Uruhulk's arms, Lia was left a sobbing mess in the corner. Her eyes glided across the two holes in the ceiling, the tear through the soundproofing and lastly, the broken violin in her hand. While everyone had gone on like nothing had happened, she sat there, wondering why no one seemed to remember what they were practising for every Sunday.
Part 2
Despite everything that had happened tonight, the gang found themselves at a yakiniku place as planned, with snacks and beer galore. While Tenma had opted to sit beside Uruhulk permanently coddling her pillars for arms, Lia found herself mulling what had happened on the other side next to Pippa. Apart from turning over a piece of meat every now and then, she didn't utter a word. Seeing Uruka beam with an earnestness she hadn't seen before, Lia had resigned to let her revel in all her muscle bound glory for the rest of tonight. She didn't just look like a handsome hunk of man meat, waiting to have a set of teeth sunk into her - she looked happier too. Everything they'd been practising and working for - it was only a matter of time anyway. It could wait, right?
While Tenma and Uruka were guzzling down beer and shoving everything from chicken, lamb and squid down their throats, Pippa had taken note of Lia's silence. Each scene of her trembling backside from before roused a pang in Pippa's chest. Nudging Lia towards her, Pippa cradled her head on her shoulder, combing through her hair. Although the alien only muttered a few words, Pippa felt all the angst from today purged alongside a sigh.
"Thanks...Pippa."
"It's okay. Take your time."
The two of them stared on as Uruhulk made a show of lining up plates of meat from shoulder to fingertip, letting it all slip down her mouth like a water slide, much to the drunken bemusement of Tenma. With a simple flex of her muscles, the plates all flipped up into the air and clattered on top of each other, rousing another guffaw from the inebriated fox. Seeing her now, Lia recalled all those evenings Uruka had spent heaving up those dumbbells, only to resign as they put another crater in the floor. All the while, she'd apologise profusely to the girls, chastising herself for chasing something she'd affirmed giving up since coming to Earth. All those nights they'd spent staying up talking about their home worlds whirred by in Lia's head. Wondering if anyone missed them back there. If she could go back if she got stronger. If they'd forgive her and accept her musical escapades if she'd gotten strong enough to be a guardian. Seeing none of those worries in the Uruka before her, Lia managed a smile, realising that her friend was happy now. Reassuring her further, Pippa chimed in with her own thoughts.
"You know, at the end of the day, I don't think she's changed. She's just living out a life everyone wanted her to now. I'm sure when she gets over herself, you'll be practising together like nothing happened! And we'll be there to lend our voices too!"
As her doubts slowly seeped out, Lia raised her head with a grin and brought the gang in for another round of drinks.
"Cheers! And hey, Uruka, I bet I can finish more plates than you by the end of this!"
Turning towards her friend in surprise, Uruhulk accepted the challenge without pause.
"Yea right, bring it on!"
The rest of the night was followed by a rabid scramble between the two to scrap up any meat on their plates and outdo the other. Pippa and Tenma cheered them on, resigning to chow down the side dishes and cook the meats for them. By the end of the night, all four of them were sprawled all over the chairs, all along the spectrum of being too bloated to raise a finger or too drunk to see straight. As the other two fell asleep with bottles still in their hands, Lia found herself alone with Uruka. Although she'd made up somewhat, Lia couldn't shake off an air of awkwardness about them, before Uruka broke the silence with her drunken rambles.
"Howdya like me now, huh? See, all jacked up and stuff now! Bet I could beat any one of you, hic, guardians! Ya know what? You sit right there. I'll let you know how strong I've gotten. I'll go around changin' the world with these bad boys, until you can't ignore me!"
As the last of her reason latched onto whatever runaway train of thought Uruhulk was going on about, Lia joined the conversation.
"Howya gonna do that, Uruka? Ya gonna go destroy sum mountains or sumthin'?"
"Maybe. Anythin' to stir up trouble. Get my folks to notice somethin's not quite right 'ere. Give it a week or two an' they'll be beggin' fuh me to come back!"
A familiar pang struck at Lia's heart, as the more and more Uruka talked, the less of her she recognised. Certainly, being a guardian and proving her strength was part of who she was, but that was an Uruka before coming to Earth. Lia wondered if below those hulking arms and shapely, rock-hard abs, the Uruka she knew was still there, just waiting to emerge when this was all done.
"Jus' a week, right? After that, we can go back to our practices, like usual?"
The question caused Uruhulk to knit her eyebrows together. At least, that's what it looked like her face was doing, behind the crevasse formed by her looming mountain ranges for shoulders.
"Yea yea, don't worry 'bout it! Hic, I mean, it's only a week right? I'll keep teachin' you after."
"But you remember, right? Why I asked you to teach me in the first place? I mean, we'd all agreed by the end of the mo-"
"Yea! Cos you asked me, duh! It'll be fine~ Practice can wait a week! I just gotta make some waves out there, pop back to my world...hell, maybe my folks will be cool about the whole music thing, if I'm this jacked? Might even be cool with getting my place back, haha!"
In just under a minute, the flame that had kept Lia in high spirits tonight had been extinguished. All the embers had been stamped out under the abomination of flesh and muscle that had taken over her friend. Realising any further talks wouldn't bring her back, Lia urged the gang to retire for the night.
"Hey. Come on, it's late now. I'll pay so, please, let's just go."
Still despondent to the shift in her mood, Uruka finished a final can of beer before obliging. She hung the other two, fast asleep, over her shoulders like laundry left out to dry, and went on a long, silent path home with Lia.
Part 3
Even though she'd announced her intentions so readily that night, Lia still quite wasn't able to believe how empty the share house had become that week. Although Pippa had stayed the first few days to get in a few streams and lend an ear to her sobs, she'd run off as soon as news of Uruhulk's escapades of strength reached her ears. Left to wallow through the seas of trash by her lonesome, Lia began to find even getting in a match of League or making a dent in her backlog of games a chore. Despite getting a clear answer that night, she'd rejected that the world could move on when everything she'd been working for this month now hung in the balance of whether Uruka would come to her usual self. In fact, she'd come to realise there was no guarantee of even that happening, or whether she'd even elect to stay with them after reconnecting with her folks.
Recalling back to when she'd first met Uruka, it was hard to believe that almost six months had passed. But along with the rest of the girls, her life on Earth had only gotten better because of it. She'd wanted to tell it to Uruka in a way that she would understand, a way she'd appreciate. But now, that chance was fading further and further into the distance. Actually, the closest thing she had to talking with Uruka was aimlessly gawking at the television, absorbing whatever Herculean feat had been spotted disrupting the world as of recent. Whether the Tower of Pisa had somehow been set straight over night, or if the Easter Island Heads had been set up like a house of cards, it was clear Uruhulk was on the move to prove herself the strongest guardian. Left alone, Sunday came to Lia like the excruciatingly slow and bloody crawl of a bombing victim. Only this time, the familiar belting of a trash bear in unison with a duet of violins, was nowhere to be heard. This was it. There was nothing more for her. With no other option, Lia called upon her otherworldly powers, flying into space and gathering up all the fuel for her rebellion that Uruka had so kindly gathered up...
On the other side of the world, the three musketeers had spent the week lauding over the muscle bound exploits of the Uruhulk, who had now turned her hand to clearing the world of trash, ironically enough. Even if she felt a pang in her heart in seeing all this trash not being collected, she'd decided it would be fine if it got her name out there. Between rearranging the cultural icons of the world and a few acts of altruism, it seemed like only a matter of time before some otherworldly forces took note of her. Their current adventure had them on a boat on Saturday morning, staring at what looked like an island colony of plastic spanning twice the size of Texas - the Great Pacific Garbage Patch. All its ghoulish hues of murky brown and dark green made itself out to be the sickly corpse of some bloated sea creature, about to explode its guts from all the gases building up inside. Uruhulk flashed a smile at her two cheerleaders, prompting their feminine charms to give her muscles an extra boost.
"GANBARE, URUKACHAD! If you do this, I make sure to give you good time in bed!"
"Go get em' Uruka! I'll give you a reward if you clean this all up~"
A visual and aural stimuli of attention from the opposite sex had started firing off all the neurons in Uruhulk's head, now snuck in between her shoulders and comprising less than a tenth of her body mass. In their place, thousands of muscle fibers were being birthed in the molten forges of her steely body. Without warning, the Uruhulk launched off into the air with such ferocity the boat almost capsized from the push of her feet against it. Pippa and Tenma recovered just in time to see a mid-air flex from the Uruhulk, as squeezed her pecs in between the iron rods of her arms, causing her breasts to pop out as well. She then broke out into song as she made her pectoralis major's dance with such momentum to vibrate the air and create the instrumental to her intro theme.
"IT'S FUJIKURA URUKA, THAT'S URUFU TO YOU. SHE'S GOTTEN JACKED AS FUCK AND IS GOING TO SHOW YOU TWO!"
Answering her call, Tenma and Pippa piped up like a school cheerleading squad.
"F! U!"
"Gee, guess you finally got around to teaching me how to finger properly, eh?"
"Hah, yea yeah. Should I teach you how to fist next too?"
"Ah, get away! I've never heard of that!"
...
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Uruka Gets Buff
Part 1
Ever since her home under a rock had been swept away by a flood, a certain trash bear had moved in with the rest of the Phase Connect girls at their share house. Coincidentally, the number of half-finished ramen cups, empty beer bottles and garbage bags had begun to pile up in the living room ever since. Alongside these hoards of rubbish, the trash bear had also brought in a few dumbbells, now buried below the garbage and ready to prey on any unsuspecting toes.
It was another Sunday night at the share house, and though no one could be seen from the living room, a delightful melody could just be heard from one of the rooms. As the sweet sounds drew to a close, Lia and Uruka exited from the room with their violins. For the past month, their practising could be heard every Sunday, shaking off the rust and getting a feeling for each other's style more and more each time. Now taking a breather before resuming the stream, Uruka was scouring the place for some water, before a crude remark roused a playful jest in her.
"Gee, guess you finally got around to teaching me how to finger properly, eh?"
"Hah, yea yeah. Should I teach you how to fist next too?"
"Ah, get away! I've never heard of that!"
Uruka launched an assault of flailing arms all over the alien's back, half in jest and half trying to prove her non-existent strength. The only squeals of agony came from Uruka's own knuckles buckling under their own frailty. As the two sifted through the trash-ridden living room in hot pursuit, a yelp of pain shot from Uruka's mouth. Turning back in concern, Lia caught the sight of Uruka hopping around on one foot while nursing the other in her hands. She didn't let the chance to tease Uruka's hubris in her very lacking toughness go by.
"Hah, you dummy! Looks like those dumbbells put more work on you than you ever got out of them!"
"Shaddup! Get over here, you -ah, ack!"
Stumbling over to the kitchen table, Uruka began making a noise like she'd swallowed a fishbone. Although it was meant to just be a violin stream, her throat had paid the price for belting out some notes much above her range. Her display earned a genuine look of concern from Lia, although Uruka waved it off as her coughing subsided.
"Hey, are you alright?"
"Ack! Yea, I'm fine. Just need some - ooh, cough drops!"
From the trash-laden kitchen counter, a pack of orange lollies was pulled out like a treasure. They had no packaging saying what they were for, but what the hell, they looked colourful enough to do the trick. Before Lia could say anything, Uruka had ripped apart the silver packaging and downed the whole thing like a shot of whiskey.
"Hey! What are you doing, you idiot! You're not supposed to down them!"
"Really? I thought they stacked or something. Like you know, in League! Anyway, let's head back in!"
Following Uruka back in with a sigh of defeat, Lia took care to dance around any stray dumbbells, while contemplating the idiocy of this loveable goofball.
Before she entered the room however, a hulking mass of flesh burst through the walls, impaling several soundproofing tiles that now hung off the thing like corpses. A cacophonous splintering of wood followed as a door ripped in two flew across the living room and crashed into the wall. As Lia rushed in wondering what the hell had happened, something so beautiful, yet so unholy all at once, manifested before her: Uruhulk.
The trash bear's face had become dwarfed by the mountain ridges that now sat on her shoulders and left her jacket in shreds. From below, her pectorals bulged like the steel chest plates of a giant, and pushed her breasts forward to stretch the very limits of her black singlet, now holding on for dear life. A deep, booming voice echoed from where Uruka's head supposedly was, but Lia was far too deep in a trance of bodily admiration to properly hear her.
"Hey, dude, are you seeing this? What the hell happened!?"
Unfazed, Lia's gaze further took a trip down Uruhulk's massive body, staring at her stomach that looked like a net had been bound tight to her to raise her flesh up in mountains - only these abdominal Alps were made of pure muscle. Shamelessly going down further, she gawked at a pair of thighs that looked more like bundles of steel rods inflated with testosterone, which had shrunk the bike shorts Uruka was wearing into a scanty pair of underwear. At her knees, the musculature of Uruka's lower body crashed into one another, forming the visage of Arnold Schwarzenegger himself. Staring at this spectacle of man, Lia felt a rush of heat throughout her. She'd never seen Uruka as more than a friend - Uruhulk however, was steaming up her insides like a pork bun. Being squeezed amidst those mountains for arms, while pressing her face against the steel corridor between Uruhulk's pecs - it would be divine.
Striking her out of her daze, the worried cries of a certain alcoholic fox and Earth's cutest rabbit came thundering in through the front door.
"HEY! Lia-chan, Uruka-chan, everything daijoubu?"
"We heard something on the way back, so we hurried over!"
The pair had just come from a run to the convenience store for some good booze and snacks for dinner tonight at a yakiniku place. But as they now came to set eyes upon the mound of muscle before them, they could not help but admire in awe - though they were much more lively than Lia.
"SUGE! What a naisu body!! How you get so strong, Uruka-ch- iya, Uruka-chad?"
While Tenma proceeded to grope Uruhulk's musculature enough times to usually earn a few cries of “seku hara!”, Pippa prodded away at Uruhulk's arms, almost breaking her finger by jamming it into the tightness of her biceps.
"Woahh. I bet you could choke someone with just your fingers...just saying! Not like I want it!...Though, not like I don't..."
Finally realising the absurdity of the sight, Lia scanned around and realised a massive rift had been torn across the wall they'd sound proofed for group streams. All those hours trying to stick them up, all those declining numbers in their bank account - it all surged back seeing all the foam tiles ripped apart on the ground.
"Hey, you've broken down this entire wall of foam! Ah, and aren't we supposed to be heading back to stream soon?"
Echoing from the steppes of her shoulders, Uruhulk's voice resounded like a war horn rallying an army.
"Oh man, I forgot! Hey, grab our violins, Lia, we've gotta show chat this!"
Only now, Lia had realised Uruhulk had been crouching, almost like a foetus nursed in the belly of Hulk Hogan before being shot out into the world via a body slam. As she raised her massive frame, her head tore through the roof, scattering the scaffolding all over the ground. Her unyielding shoulders carved away at the roof as she walked with the ease of a kitchen knife through butter. Even though she'd been absolutely infatuated just a moment ago, Lia felt a disfigured rage kindle inside her, seething at how Uruka was tearing down their home and treating their practice like it was a joke. She reluctantly obliged however, not wanting to keep the stream on hold for too long. While Pippa and Tenma hung in the air off of Uruhulk's arms like children playing on a swing, Lia resumed the stream with an air of frustration and genuine confusion.
"Uhm, yea sorry about that guys, but uhm, I don't know if you can see bu-"
"YO WHADDUP URUFUGANG, ITS YA GIRL URUHULK, IN THE HOUSE!!"
The booming roar of Uruhulk almost shattered Lia's eardrums, forcing her to roll on the ground as she cupped her ears. All it roused from the other two were cheers of excitement and a raucous guffaw.
"Yea! Let's go, Uruka-chad! Sekai no ichiban tsuyoi!"
"Look at my hubby guys, haha! So strong, so...manly..."
At the behest of their feminine woos of admiration, adrenaline surged throughout the Uruhulk's body, causing her flesh to ripple as more muscle fibres were being recruited on the spot. You could almost see the striated fascicles of muscle begging to rip through her flesh, yearning for more space to exercise their gargantuan form. In a matter of seconds, Uruhulk had become a balloon of muscle that would leave most bodybuilders creaming their speedos’.
Adamant to show her newfound power, Uruhulk pumped her biceps up and down without pause, all the while Tenma and Pippa hung onto them for dear life, laughing maniacally all the way. Each pump breathed life into Uruhulk's upper arms, as they puffed up like jumpy castles before returning to an already ridiculous bulge. Every swing up and down brought with it the ebb and flow of Uruhulk's biceps, as though she lived vicariously through the pumping of blood from her upper arms.
Just now recovering from her shellshock, Lia rolled over to see the sight for herself - still boiling with fury from Uruhulk's noticeable dearth of fucks to give. Now hugging onto her biceps, Tenma and Pippa looked like baby lambs sleeping on the expansive hillsides of Uruhulk's arms, which seemed to bob up and down with the breath of the very Earth itself. Glancing over at the chat, Lia saw the comments cascade down the screen:
Uruhulk!
Urukachad!
SAIDOCHESTO!
Squeeze me between those thighs!
Like a fart in the wind, all the anticipation towards their violin practice had vanished. All those hours of practice now burned into Lia's head became an object of scorn, rather than a fond memory. Still, the goal of all those days of practice still shone her mind. Putting her foot down, Lia handed Uruhulk a violin, with a stern reminder of what they were here for.
"Oi, how about you show chat what we've been practising off stream? I'm sure those stupid muscles of yours will help you play even better now."
"Oh yea, sure! That won't be a problem for these bad boys!"
Flinging the other two onto the bed like a pair of pillows, Uruhulk now attended to the violin. As she plucked it up from Lia, her absolute boulders for fists almost crushed the teeny instrument. In between the fingers of her other hand, she wove the bow around like a toothpick, entertained by how it wobbled in the air. However, as soon she'd begun to play, a very clear problem had begun to bulge out. As her arms attempted to swivel in, the rugged protrusion of her biceps grinded against her shoulders with the screech of a runaway train clawing against the tracks. Hardly budging around the corner of her shoulders, Uruhulk's biceps cried out in pain as they rose in mountains against her shoulders, shuddering under the Sisyphean task of bypassing these steppes. It wasn't the only war of flesh occurring across Uruhulk’s body however. As the other three peered at their friend's chest, they witnessed her iron pecs grate against each other like tectonic plates, sending tremors of flesh across her body. While she continued her hopeless struggle, Uruhulk's breasts began to jiggle with the intensity of an earthquake that would break the Richter scale. Calling on all her power, a superhuman bellow erupts from between Uruhulk's shoulders as a fissure of converging muscle emerges from bicep to bicep. Despite her best efforts, the violin slips her hand and is hurled towards the wall like a load from a trebuchet. A gasp of shock ensues as Lia begins a mad dash to save the instrument.
"Hey, what the hell was that! Don't you remember...this violin...all those times we..."
Lia's protests are broken up by sniffles, as she brings her hands into her chest. Hidden from the others, she peers down at her fingers which had barely saved the violin from crashing into the wall. Even with that, a few strings had snapped. Moreover, a gash of sanguine now gushed from her fingers, as Lia battled through teary eyes to assess the damage. Her quivering backside aroused a few approaching steps of concern from Tenma and Pippa, but a booming voice demanded their gaze once more.
"Hey, it's all right Urufugang! So what if I can't play the violin? Check this out!"
From below the screen, two twenty pound dumbbells arose with the weightlessness of feathers in Uruhulk's clenched fists. Inclining her back a bit, Uruhulk's pecs dazzled in the sunlight in all their naked glory as she assumed a bench press position on the bed. Without any warning, Uruhulk's arms began to piston the dumbbells with the vigour of a lonely teenager hammering their hands away at their hips. Unable to contain their wonder, Tenma and Pippa's jaws dropped open and began drooling, as the dumbbells became a black blur in Uruhulk's hands. With a final roar, Uruhulk shot the cannonballs in her hands right through the roof, creating a thunderclap as the projectiles broke through the sound barrier. Finishing her display by hitting a vacuum pose, Uruhulk proudly flexed her muscles to the bewilderment of Tenma and Pippa.
"WAAH SUGE! What a strong boy! You know, muscle very good for in bed when making baby!"
"Oohh, I wonder what it would feel like. Being crushed under all that muscle..."
Once more, their flirtatious coos aroused a bubbling of muscle fibers under the flesh of the Uruhulk's upper body. Each passing second, her skin thinned out into a pale pastry, relegating all space to the remarkable gains she's made. While the two continued to dangle around Uruhulk's arms, Lia was left a sobbing mess in the corner. Her eyes glided across the two holes in the ceiling, the tear through the soundproofing and lastly, the broken violin in her hand. While everyone had gone on like nothing had happened, she sat there, wondering why no one seemed to remember what they were practising for every Sunday.
Part 2
Despite everything that had happened tonight, the gang found themselves at a yakiniku place as planned, with snacks and beer galore. While Tenma had opted to sit beside Uruhulk permanently coddling her pillars for arms, Lia found herself mulling what had happened on the other side next to Pippa. Apart from turning over a piece of meat every now and then, she didn't utter a word. Seeing Uruka beam with an earnestness she hadn't seen before, Lia had resigned to let her revel in all her muscle bound glory for the rest of tonight. She didn't just look like a handsome hunk of man meat, waiting to have a set of teeth sunk into her - she looked happier too. Everything they'd been practising and working for - it was only a matter of time anyway. It could wait, right?
While Tenma and Uruka were guzzling down beer and shoving everything from chicken, lamb and squid down their throats, Pippa had taken note of Lia's silence. Each scene of her trembling backside from before roused a pang in Pippa's chest. Nudging Lia towards her, Pippa cradled her head on her shoulder, combing through her hair. Although the alien only muttered a few words, Pippa felt all the angst from today purged alongside a sigh.
"Thanks...Pippa."
"It's okay. Take your time."
The two of them stared on as Uruhulk made a show of lining up plates of meat from shoulder to fingertip, letting it all slip down her mouth like a water slide, much to the drunken bemusement of Tenma. With a simple flex of her muscles, the plates all flipped up into the air and clattered on top of each other, rousing another guffaw from the inebriated fox. Seeing her now, Lia recalled all those evenings Uruka had spent heaving up those dumbbells, only to resign as they put another crater in the floor. All the while, she'd apologise profusely to the girls, chastising herself for chasing something she'd affirmed giving up since coming to Earth. All those nights they'd spent staying up talking about their home worlds whirred by in Lia's head. Wondering if anyone missed them back there. If she could go back if she got stronger. If they'd forgive her and accept her musical escapades if she'd gotten strong enough to be a guardian. Seeing none of those worries in the Uruka before her, Lia managed a smile, realising that her friend was happy now. Reassuring her further, Pippa chimed in with her own thoughts.
"You know, at the end of the day, I don't think she's changed. She's just living out a life everyone wanted her to now. I'm sure when she gets over herself, you'll be practising together like nothing happened! And we'll be there to lend our voices too!"
As her doubts slowly seeped out, Lia raised her head with a grin and brought the gang in for another round of drinks.
"Cheers! And hey, Uruka, I bet I can finish more plates than you by the end of this!"
Turning towards her friend in surprise, Uruhulk accepted the challenge without pause.
"Yea right, bring it on!"
The rest of the night was followed by a rabid scramble between the two to scrap up any meat on their plates and outdo the other. Pippa and Tenma cheered them on, resigning to chow down the side dishes and cook the meats for them. By the end of the night, all four of them were sprawled all over the chairs, all along the spectrum of being too bloated to raise a finger or too drunk to see straight. As the other two fell asleep with bottles still in their hands, Lia found herself alone with Uruka. Although she'd made up somewhat, Lia couldn't shake off an air of awkwardness about them, before Uruka broke the silence with her drunken rambles.
"Howdya like me now, huh? See, all jacked up and stuff now! Bet I could beat any one of you, hic, guardians! Ya know what? You sit right there. I'll let you know how strong I've gotten. I'll go around changin' the world with these bad boys, until you can't ignore me!"
As the last of her reason latched onto whatever runaway train of thought Uruhulk was going on about, Lia joined the conversation.
"Howya gonna do that, Uruka? Ya gonna go destroy sum mountains or sumthin'?"
"Maybe. Anythin' to stir up trouble. Get my folks to notice somethin's not quite right 'ere. Give it a week or two an' they'll be beggin' fuh me to come back!"
A familiar pang struck at Lia's heart, as the more and more Uruka talked, the less of her she recognised. Certainly, being a guardian and proving her strength was part of who she was, but that was an Uruka before coming to Earth. Lia wondered if below those hulking arms and shapely, rock-hard abs, the Uruka she knew was still there, just waiting to emerge when this was all done.
"Jus' a week, right? After that, we can go back to our practices, like usual?"
The question caused Uruhulk to knit her eyebrows together. At least, that's what it looked like her face was doing, behind the crevasse formed by her looming mountain ranges for shoulders.
"Yea yea, don't worry 'bout it! Hic, I mean, it's only a week right? I'll keep teachin' you after."
"But you remember, right? Why I asked you to teach me in the first place? I mean, we'd all agreed by the end of the mo-"
"Yea! Cos you asked me, duh! It'll be fine~ Practice can wait a week! I just gotta make some waves out there, pop back to my world...hell, maybe my folks will be cool about the whole music thing, if I'm this jacked? Might even be cool with getting my place back, haha!"
In just under a minute, the flame that had kept Lia in high spirits tonight had been extinguished. All the embers had been stamped out under the abomination of flesh and muscle that had taken over her friend. Realising any further talks wouldn't bring her back, Lia urged the gang to retire for the night.
"Hey. Come on, it's late now. I'll pay so, please, let's just go."
Still despondent to the shift in her mood, Uruka finished a final can of beer before obliging. She hung the other two, fast asleep, over her shoulders like laundry left out to dry, and went on a long, silent path home with Lia.
Part 3
Even though she'd announced her intentions so readily that night, Lia still quite wasn't able to believe how empty the share house had become that week. Although Pippa had stayed the first few days to get in a few streams and lend an ear to her sobs, she'd run off as soon as news of Uruhulk's escapades of strength reached her ears. Left to wallow through the seas of trash by her lonesome, Lia began to find even getting in a match of League or making a dent in her backlog of games a chore. Despite getting a clear answer that night, she'd rejected that the world could move on when everything she'd been working for this month now hung in the balance of whether Uruka would come to her usual self. In fact, she'd come to realise there was no guarantee of even that happening, or whether she'd even elect to stay with them after reconnecting with her folks.
Recalling back to when she'd first met Uruka, it was hard to believe that almost six months had passed. But along with the rest of the girls, her life on Earth had only gotten better because of it. She'd wanted to tell it to Uruka in a way that she would understand, a way she'd appreciate. But now, that chance was fading further and further into the distance. Actually, the closest thing she had to talking with Uruka was aimlessly gawking at the television, absorbing whatever Herculean feat had been spotted disrupting the world as of recent. Whether the Tower of Pisa had somehow been set straight over night, or if the Easter Island Heads had been set up like a house of cards, it was clear Uruhulk was on the move to prove herself the strongest guardian. Left alone, Sunday came to Lia like the excruciatingly slow and bloody crawl of a bombing victim. Only this time, the familiar belting of a trash bear in unison with a duet of violins, was nowhere to be heard. This was it. There was nothing more for her. With no other option, Lia called upon her otherworldly powers, flying into space and gathering up all the fuel for her rebellion that Uruka had so kindly gathered up...
On the other side of the world, the three musketeers had spent the week lauding over the muscle bound exploits of the Uruhulk, who had now turned her hand to clearing the world of trash, ironically enough. Even if she felt a pang in her heart in seeing all this trash not being collected, she'd decided it would be fine if it got her name out there. Between rearranging the cultural icons of the world and a few acts of altruism, it seemed like only a matter of time before some otherworldly forces took note of her. Their current adventure had them on a boat on Saturday morning, staring at what looked like an island colony of plastic spanning twice the size of Texas - the Great Pacific Garbage Patch. All its ghoulish hues of murky brown and dark green made itself out to be the sickly corpse of some bloated sea creature, about to explode its guts from all the gases building up inside. Uruhulk flashed a smile at her two cheerleaders, prompting their feminine charms to give her muscles an extra boost.
"GANBARE, URUKACHAD! If you do this, I make sure to give you good time in bed!"
"Go get em' Uruka! I'll give you a reward if you clean this all up~"
A visual and aural stimuli of attention from the opposite sex had started firing off all the neurons in Uruhulk's head, now snuck in between her shoulders and comprising less than a tenth of her body mass. In their place, thousands of muscle fibers were being birthed in the molten forges of her steely body. Without warning, the Uruhulk launched off into the air with such ferocity the boat almost capsized from the push of her feet against it. Pippa and Tenma recovered just in time to see a mid-air flex from the Uruhulk, as squeezed her pecs in between the iron rods of her arms, causing her breasts to pop out as well. She then broke out into song as she made her pectoralis major's dance with such momentum to vibrate the air and create the instrumental to her intro theme.
"IT'S FUJIKURA URUKA, THAT'S URUFU TO YOU. SHE'S GOTTEN JACKED AS FUCK AND IS GOING TO SHOW YOU TWO!"
Answering her call, Tenma and Pippa piped up like a school cheerleading squad.
"F! U!"
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That's one way to graduate. Akin to walking into the office one morning, shit on the printer, and leave. Bold, but probably won't make anyone want to hire you again.
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Suisei is 1st on Billboard Japan digital albums
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Also 1st on Oricon Weekly Digital Album Ranking
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Billboard Japan Top Download Albums | Charts | Billboard JAPAN
米国で最も権威のある音楽チャート・Billboard（ビルボード）の日本公式サイト。洋楽チャート、邦楽チャート、音楽ニュース、プレゼント情報などを提供。
Also 1st on Oricon Weekly Digital Album Ranking
オリコン週間 デジタルアルバムランキング 2021年09月27日〜2021年10月03日
2021年10月11日の週間 デジタルアルバムランキング 2021年09月27日〜2021年10月03日。オリコン調べによる最新の音楽ランキングで流行をチェック
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don't forget amd has also closer weeb-ties, they had (have?) their own cute animu mascots and everything. cover could probably pull it off as a promotion and get it for free.
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Cant help to notice that the Hecatia graduation Reddit thread has been deleted by r/VirtualYoutubers mod.
No archive found unfortunately.
But whats unique compared to others (including Coco) is that there is no replacement thread to this day, including from any other subreddits. Seems like even the mods are lowkey pissed off.
Edit: Apparently back after some "cleaning".
No archive found unfortunately.
But whats unique compared to others (including Coco) is that there is no replacement thread to this day, including from any other subreddits. Seems like even the mods are lowkey pissed off.
Edit: Apparently back after some "cleaning".
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r/VirtualYoutubers - Hecatia is graduating. I think she got bullied by someone named Junko. What a real shame, I might cry ;_;
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Give alarm clocks if necessary, but how confirmed and certain is this male wave/generation scuttlebutt? It's something I've been looking forward to see but I'm not sure if I should get my hopes up.
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I guess the rrats were true.
DEMONDICE IS DEAD. LONG LIVE MORI CALLIOPE
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Pomu herself has described it as a 'Male Wave' which implies to me that it'll be all men or at least vast majority men.
The auditions for Wave 3 finished on July 11(?) with fully premade characters ready to go, whilst the male auditions (it wasn't confirmed if it was a wave or just a separate form they needed at this point) concluded on August 1 with no premade characters.
So the delay it would take to ready L2D models is probably why their auditions were announced at the same time. Unlike the girls, they'll probably have a hand in designing their character themselves.
So a 'male wave' is pretty much a guarantee. I don't think they'll be here until January but a December release also wouldn't entirely surprise me. I imagine whoever is going to be in it has already been selected.
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Okay, so sseth/internet historian auditioning for gen iv, let's goooo
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These retards do know that there are records of the gremlin shit talking Coco, and being cruel to her genmates, right?View attachment 2601360 View attachment 2601365r/VirtualYoutubers - Hecatia is graduating. I think she got bullied by someone named Junko. What a real shame, I might cry ;_;
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Oh they do but uwu she's only a kid who's under a lot of stress and don't know what she should do, conveniently disregard the fact that she's a working adult when it suit the narrative.
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Something's wrong with Kronii's MC shaders as light from sources looks very blocky. Did the smooth lighting borked? I noticed Sana has the same problem as well.
Her solo stream:
Mumei collab:
Shit is so distracting.
Her solo stream:
Mumei collab:
Shit is so distracting.