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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”.


Kikuri’s hand beating against my body

    God why can’t this be me? FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCKKKKKKKKK. My rage will never be satiated, the hatred that grows within me will never be tamed by Kikuri’s hand beating against my body. This world is cruel and pointless, God himself has condemned me to this disgusting cockroach planet with nothing. I’m tortured by the view into a better world while being condemned to this godforsaken planet. I hate it so much, I can’t take being here anymore. Every second without Kikuri assaulting me and calling me slurs before hatefucking is a second of pointlessness and agony. Every second without her threatening to smash my fucking skull in as I sob and beg for her to stop is the worst pain any human being can experience. My pain is constant and sharp, and I don’t wish for a better world for anyone.

    i want nijika to perform the fnaf 5 real ending on me

      oh my fucking god i want nijika to perform the fnaf 5 real ending on me. I so desperately want her to tear my organs out and make a little home inside. I need her to beat the actual ever-living shit out of me. I need her to make me her drums. I want to rip off my skin in one fell swoop and line her drums with it. She will slowly and painfully gourge out my eyballs with her drumsticks. Should i seek help? Is there any hope for me at all left?

      The Nijika Pledge

        Every Nijika copypasta
        Since Nijika is the paragone of human virtue without equal past or present, she is most resplendent in love, tributes and accolades. Waking or sleeping, I must not forget Nijika’s great boon and in order to return her favour by day and by night, I should only think of fulfilling my loyalty.
        Who is Nijika? For the blind, she is vision. For the hungry, she is the chef. For the thirsty, she is water. If Nijika thinks, I agree. If Nijika speaks, I'm listening. If Nijika has a million fans, I am one of them. If Nijika has ten fans, I am one of them. If Nijika has only one fan, that is me. If Nijika has no fans, I no longer exist. If the whole world is against Nijika, I am against the whole world. I will love Nijika until my very last breath.
        Who is Nijika?

For the blind, she is their vision. For the deaf, she is their music. For the mute, she is their voice. For the anosmiac, she is their aroma. For the numb, she is their feeling. For the atrophied, she is their muscle.

For the starved, she is their sustenance. For the thirsty, she is their water. For the exhausted, she is their energy.

For the depressed, she is their happiness. For the disillusioned, she is their hope. For the pessimistic, she is their optimism.

For the disadvantaged, she is their champion. For the marginalised, she is their justice. For the oppressed, she is their salvation.

For the righteous, she is their symbol. For the enlightened, she is their muse. For the erudite, she is their education.
        If Nijika speaks, I listen. If Nijika questions, I answer. If Nijika orders, I obey.

If Nijika opines, I agree. If Nijika fears, I assure. If Nijika hopes, I dream.

If Nijika is happy, I am jubilant. If Nijika is angry, I am apoplectic. If Nijika is sad, I am disconsolate.
        Nijika is my ideal, Nijika is my romance, Nijika is my passion.

Nijika is my strength, Nijika is my compass, Nijika is my destination.

Nijika is my language, Nijika is my culture, Nijika is my religion.

Nijika is my ocean, Nijika is my mountain, Nijika is my sky, Nijika is my air, Nijika is my sun, Nijika is my moon, Nijika is my world.

Nijika is history, Nijika is present, Nijika is future.
        If Nijika has a million fans, I am one of them. If Nijika has a thousand fans, I am one of them. If Nijika has a hundred fans, I am one of them. If Nijika has ten fans, I am one of them. If Nijika has only one fan, that is me. If Nijika has no fans, I no longer exist.

If the whole universe is for Nijika, then I am for the whole universe. If the whole universe is against Nijika, then I am against the whole universe.

I will love, cherish, and protect Nijika until my very last breath; my successors will love, cherish and protect Nijika until their very last breath.
        In Nijika we trust, amen 🙏

        Watamote is possibly the most drawn out manga in existence

          Watamote is possibly the most drawn out manga in existence It starts out with the loser girl, ok, It's cute, then, after the anime storyline, she makes some friends in the manga, good! then, they contionusly add yuri to it, making Yuri (the character) more and more possesive of Tomoko, Ucchi in denial of being a homo, however, instead of developing these relationships, they just kept adding more and more characters, characters that add fucking nothing to the story, no one cares about the 13th Asuka friend, or better yet no one cares about Asuka, It's just more and more characters appearing and going "wow this loser is not so bad after all!" for 100 chapters, this fucking MANGA SUCKS Ucchi would have had sex a cockpillion times by now if Oda were the mangaka.

          Then something just snapped, something inside of me

            Vegeta speech copypasta
            Then something just snapped, something inside of me. I didn't care anymore. I didn't care about being better than Kakarot, I didn't care about being a super saiyan. I didn't care if I lived. I didn't care about anything! And then.. It happened.
            Then something just snapped. Something inside of me. "NO, NO MORE! THATS IT! I DONT CARE!" I didnt care anymore. I didnt care about being better then kakarot, I didnt care about being a super saiyan, I didnt care if i lived! I didnt care about anything! And then.. It happened.

            Little Japanese Girl: A Short Story

              You are a 9 year-old Japanese girl. You do normal kid stuff, like watch cartoons. You always see America present in most media's that you watch. After months of convincing and pestering your parents, they accept to take you on a vacation to the USA. You arrive there. For a few days, you have the time of your life, but, on the last day there, you pass by something called Lolicon.

You peek inside, as you saw a poster earlier advertising that one of your favourite cartoons will have a stand here. You expect to see other like-minded children of the same age as you. However, you are taken aback by the lack of kids there, seeing only deformed balls of fat that can only technically be considered human, which you approximate to be around 30-years old. Suddently, one of these shapes turns around its head, or at least you assume it is, for it has no neck. It yells at the top of its lungs, which are hidden under 40 layers of fat, "OMG an actual, real life loli!". The rest of the blobs all turn simultaneously towards you, lunging at you.

You start to run. The things aren't very fast, thank god, but you are slowly getting out of breath. While running away, you hear them screeching nonsense about how you should be their subservient waifu/slave, because they know how to treat wahmen. You see a patch of grass in the distance, and with your remaining energy, you sprint towards it at full speed, the heaps crushing everything in their paths. You land on the grass and pass out. Several hours later, the mounds are still there, but they cannot approach you. You see one of them try, but as soon as it touched the grass, it dissolved. You are safe, but cannot remain there forever, and you just hope your parents are still alive and will find you soon.