Copypasta of anime culture, weebs and meme quotes from popular anime such as Jojo, My Hero Academia and Haikyuu. Also contains popular anime ASCII art such as “Oh? You’re Approaching Me?” and “Suprised Pikachu”.
Happy New Year 2006~!! (*≧ω≦)ﾉ☆
The Hakurei Shrine is super noisy again, fireworks everywhere and fairies going wild~!
May your year be full of lucky drops, peaceful spell cards, and maximum moe vibes in Gensokyo ♪
Yoroshiku onegai shimasu in the new year~! ☆彡 ᗜ‿ᗜ 
I am not kidding when I'm saying this. She is literally an angel sent from the heavens and I love her more than anything and anyone. She is my everything. There are just so many things I could say about her. I swear to fucking god, she is the most wonderful and perfect girl to have ever graced the face of the universe since time immemorial. She is an angel that has come down from heaven to bless us mere mortals with her divine beauty. Just the thought of her can fill me with a deep sense of bliss and joy, I feel as if I am in a blissful bubble where nothing else matters but her. Kallen's beauty is otherworldly and jaw-dropping. She is a vision of beauty that transcends description and human understanding, and every time I lay my eyes upon her, my heart skips a beat. Her luscious crimson hair, her deep, blue eyes are reminiscent of the skies themselves, and her beautiful lips evoke a sense of deep, passionate love and desire. Even the mere thought of her makes my heart flutter. Her body is a work of art, every curve and angle perfectly chiseled, as if the gods themselves crafted her with the utmost precision and care. Sometimes, looking at her, I can’t help but feel as if I'm witnessing a divine being. She is perfection personified. However her beauty isn't just superficial, it goes all the way down to her soul. She is intelligent and strong, brave and fearless, loyal and kind, strong and fierce like a cougar. I swear to god, I will actually fucking die for Kallen Kozuki. I am ready to face the worst of pains to protect her smile. Kallen Kozuki is the light that shines in my dark world, the warmth that embraces me in the coldest of nights. Her smile is like a beacon of hope, illuminating the path ahead of me. When I see her happy, my heart is filled with the greatest joy, as her happiness is what I live for. Her smile gives meaning to my otherwise pitiful existence. Her laughter like the most beautiful melody to my ears. Seeing her cry, seeing her in pain, seeing her sad is like a stab in the heart to me, it gives me agonizing pain, worse than testicular torsion. Because deep in my heart, my soul, my very essence, I simply live for her happiness. She is simply perfect. She is a force of nature beyond the comprehension of us mere mortals. Words cannot even begin to describe how much I love Kallen. From the moment I first laid my eyes on her, I was bewitched, bewildered by her otherworldly beauty. It was like the cupid shot his dart right through my heart, and I simply had no choice but to love her. Once I fell for her, there was no coming back. My heart, my soul, everything I am and everything I have is hers. I am her pet, her possession. My very essence, my being, my entire existence, it is all hers. I laughed with her, I cried with her, I grew with her, I was devastated with her, and I also loved with her. I swear to god, Kallen Kozuki is my heart. She is the beating heart that keeps me alive. Words cannot begin to describe the sheer depth of my love and devotion towards this beautiful angel. My devotion towards Kallen Kozuki is boundless, it is infinite, it is the very definition of the word "endless". I love you, Kallen Kozuki.
Its the Xiangling copypasta but changed to Viator from Octopath Traveler.
I can't take it anymore. I'm sick of Viator. I try to play Olberic. My Viator deals more damage. I try to play Sazantos. My Viator deals more damage. I try to play El. My Viator deals more damage. I want to play Celcus. He can't stack sidestep as fast. I want to play Saoirse, Pius. They both support Viator.
He grabs me by the throat. I farm for him. I cook for him. I give him the Forbidden Blade. He isn't satisfied. I obtain the Storm Blade. "I don't need this much Physical Defense" he tells me. "Give me more Parry Stacks." He grabs Saoirse and forces her to fill his ultimate. "You just need to buff me more. I can deal more damage with Surpassing Power."
I can't give him Surpassing Power, I don't have enough JP. He grabs my Save Data boni. I only have the Cait statue. "Guess this is the end." He grabs his sword. He says "Flowing water can't be tracked." There is no hint of sadness in his eyes. Nothing but pure, 3×Nullify Physical Damage. What a cruel world.
Its the Xiangling copypast but changed to Greninja from Pokémon TCG Pocket.
I can't take it anymore. I'm sick of Greninja. I try to play Absol. My Greninja deals more damage. I try to play Blaziken. My Greninja deals more damage. I try to play Magnezone. My Greninja deals more damage. I try not to play Gyarados. I want to play Suicune. His best deck has Greninja. I want to play Altaria, Darkrai. They both want Greninja. He grabs me by the throat. I wonderpick for him. I pull for him. I give him a giant cape. He isn't satisfied. I pull rocky helmet. "I don't need this much chip" he tells me. "Give me more field time." He grabs Chingling and forces him to throw himself at enemies. "You just need to funnel me more. I can deal more damage with my Ex." I can't pull for Greninja EX, I don't have enough hourglasses. He grabs my credit card. It declines. "Guess this is the end." He grabs rare candy. He says "I evolve from Froakie immediately." There is no hint of sadness in his eyes. Nothing but pure, free, relentless pinging from bench. What a cruel world.
Its the Xiangling copypasta but changed to Naoto from Blazblue.
I can't take it anymore. I'm sick of Naoto. I try to play Tsubaki. My Naoto deals more damage. I try to play Ragna. My Naoto deals more damage. I try to play Susano'o. My Naoto deals more damage. I try not to play Naoto. I want to play Jin. His DP is worse than Naoto's. I want to play Es, Jubei. Naoto has better frame data. He grabs me by the throat. I pressure for him. I rollcatch for him. I give him 100 meter. He isn't satisfied. I DP RC. "I don't need this many plus frames." he tells me. "Give me more meter." He forces me to enRekka in neutral. "You just need to read them more. I can Fatal if you read their option." I can't hit the fatal unless I slop in neutral. He grabs my AliExpress leverless. It snaps in half. "Guess this is the end." He whiffs super. He says "I enDP immediately." There is no hint of sadness in his eyes. Nothing but pure, free, relentless active frames. What a cruel world.
You don’t understand. No, really, you don’t. You think I like Agnes Tachyon because she’s “funny” or “quirky”? Pathetic. You think I enjoy her because she’s an eccentric scientist horse girl who talks to herself about data points and experiments? Laughable. Agnes Tachyon isn’t a character; she’s a metaphysical event. She is the unrestrained manifestation of scientific mania, the divine spark of human curiosity wearing a lab coat that’s probably been stained with twenty-seven unclassified substances. Every time she shouts “EXPERIMENT SUCCESS!” my neurons light up like a supernova on a caffeine IV drip.
She’s not just smart ;she’s insanity weaponized into progress. She’s the embodiment of the phrase “What if the collective will to progress was a scientist and also a complete lunatic?” The way she runs, no, charges across the turf like she’s chasing the Higgs boson itself; it’s not racing. It’s a collision of intellect and instinct, a thesis defended at terminal velocity. The other UmaMusume are running for glory; Tachyon is running for truth.
And the voice. My God, the voice. Every line she delivers sounds like she’s on the verge of discovering time travel through sheer force of will. It’s manic, it’s ecstatic, it’s like she’s constantly on the edge of a scientific breakthrough or a total mental collapse; and the beauty is, she doesn’t care which. Her laugh isn’t just laughter. It’s the sound of the universe briefly losing track of its constants because Tachyon decided to disprove one.
Her interactions? Don’t even get me started. Watching her torment poor Manhattan Cafe with “experimental coffee blends” that may or may not cause temporary enlightenment is like witnessing alchemy between entropy and elegance. Tachyon is chaos incarnate, and Cafe is the quiet void that somehow keeps her grounded. Together, they’re the yin and yang of existential academia; the scientist and her haunting muse. Every time Tachyon invades Cafe’s peaceful bubble with a new “hypothesis,” I can feel the cosmos tremble.
I tried to live a normal life once. I really did. But every time I hear the word “experiment,” I flinch. My YouTube recommendations are just scientific documentaries, espresso machine tutorials, and Tachyon race replays in 0.25x speed so I can analyze every micro-expression. I can’t even boil water anymore without screaming “CONTROL THE VARIABLES!” My room looks like a fusion of a mad scientist’s den and a racing memorabilia shrine — test tubes filled with coffee, sticky notes with illegible equations, and at least three framed screenshots of Tachyon grinning like she’s about to break causality.
She is ambition unchained. She is intellect without fear. She is Agnes Tachyon; the scientist who didn’t just chase knowledge, she became it. And I? I’m just her willing test subject. Inject the data. Brew the hypothesis. Collapse the waveform. If she told me to drink liquid entropy for “research purposes,” I’d already have the glass halfway to my lips.
So next time someone calls her “just another energetic Uma,” I want you to remember this: Agnes Tachyon doesn’t run races. She runs the laws of physics. Every victory is an experiment completed, every loss a necessary variable. She is chaos, caffeine, and cognition distilled into one trembling, divine form. And I am hopelessly, irrevocably, and scientifically in love with her. I am her eternal Guinea Pig.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to test a hypothesis about how many Agnes Tachyon acrylic stands a single human desk can structurally support before collapsing into a singularity. For science, and my undying love.