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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”.

One day, after dinner, while the Deliverer was lounging in Lygus’ Cave

    Its the Charmony Dove copypasta but changed to the Amphoreus story from Honkai Star Rail.

    One day, after dinner, while the Deliverer was lounging in Lygus' Cave they spotted a shadow on the wall. That Deliverer was unaware, he didn't even have a grasp on reality, and couldn't struggle. When we found him, he was already on his Era Nova, having fallen into Irontomb - probably abandoned by Erudition and scorned by Destruction. The next deliverer decided to break the chains. However, thinking back, the flame chase was unsually calm, with the fierce blaze of Destruction illuminating the cave for the next to take the role, not to mention the new Deliverer's allies from beyond the sky in the vicinity... It was clear if the Deliverer didn't act now, the Pale Dawn wouldn't arrive. So, Cyrene suggested to imprison Lygus, fashion a deeper cave of his own by the shadow, and Sunday was requested to fashion a 'cage'. We decided that when Irontomb regained it strength enough to escape, they would delay it once again. The tragic part - something that we'd never considered - was that the previous Deliverer's fate had already been determined long before this moment... its destiny was determined by the whims of gods. Now, I pass the power of choice to you all. Faced with this situation, what choice would you make? Stick to the original plan of your travels, and ignore Amphoreus, letting the original Deliverer try and handle it? Or design a new cave for the Lord Ravager, and chain it, giving it the utmost solitude from the depths of memorial abyss? I eagerly await your answer

    Cammy Meele

      Cammy Meele copypasta from Ace Attorney
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      Cammy Meele is the sexiest creature on the face of the fucking planet. Everything about her fills me with the raw animal desire to conquer and mate for life. She constantly looks like she’s either half-asleep, hypnotized, or high as a kite, and I can’t tell which one of those turns me on more. I swear, sleepy girls are God’s gift to man, and Cammy is his magnum opus. The way she yawns and rubs her eyes, the little bit of drool in the corner of her mouth, how she even slowly nods off while talking, it’s so cute and hot it’s enough to break my brain! Even her theme song is like an anthem of sleepy cuteness! I want to know this woman, Biblically. I want to take her to the peaks of passion while she’s half-asleep, spurring me on with those adorable little yawns, then have her gently nod off in my arms in the afterglow. I want to use her, dominate her, then treat her like the goddess she is. And you know she’d be down for anything, because this utterly based woman is a complete degenerate, and I love her for it. She’s a criminal, she’s a slob, she doesn’t even wear a bra to work! (Speaking of, what a spectacular view. Look at the size of those beautiful natural hills and valleys.) Frankly, I’m not even sure how often she washes those long, blonde, gorgeous Sleeping Beauty locks of hers, and I don’t even know if I care. And we know she doesn’t wear a bra, but does she wear panties? Please say no. Even the other side of her personality gets me going. When she flips her hair over to reveal the Ice Queen beneath, I kneel, eager for my chance to serve. Please top me, mommy, I deserve it. God, if I were her pilot, I’d break every protocol in the book. Call me a monster, I don’t care. She wouldn’t. She’d do anything for me, and I’d do anything for her. Anything to please, anything to be pleased, every command, every fantasy, everything. I’d even let her get away with murder. Anything for my spoiled little pillow princess. And then, when the time comes for beautiful, glorious sleep, I’d enjoy sweet dreams nestled in her soft breast. Perfection. A life made of ambrosia and ecstasy. Cammy Meele, my drowsy muse, my dreaming angel, my sexy little sleepwalker. God, I want her. God, I need her.

      Dogshitman is single-handedly responsible for ruining Wano and his inclusion is the worst decision that Oda has made.

        A One Piece fan shares his hate towards Oden and declared it as the worst decision Oda has made.

        What else is new? Dogshitman is single-handedly responsible for ruining Wano and his inclusion is the worst decision that Oda has made.

His existence buried Kaido, Roger, Whitebeard, and Yamato while simultaneously proving himself to be one of the most obnoxious, shoe-horned character that’s glazed by the story itself and everyone within it in some desperate attempt to make him likable. He’s easily the worst written character in all of OP and I will die on that hill.

This sub has a huge hate-boner for Kaido’s writing a lot of the time, rightfully so, but he’s only super inconsistent at times solely because of Oden and the way the world has to bend over backwards to put him over.

Fuck Dogshitman. Now. Then. Forever. If he has no haters, that means I have died and laid to rest, and I’ll still find a way to hate him from beyond the grave.

        I’m sick of saying Yumemizuki Mizuki

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          I can't take it anymore. I'm sick of saying Yumemizuki Mizuki. I try to say Kaedehara Kazuha, Yumemizuki Mizuki is more fun to say. I try to say Kuki Shinobu, Yumemizuki Miizuki is more fun to say. I try to say Shikanoin Heizou, Yumemizuki Mizuki is more fun to say. I don't even wanna pronounce Al Haitham, I just wanna say Sangonomiya Kokomi, then I remember how much better saying Yumemizuki Mizuki is. I want to say Arataki Itto - but I get reminded of Yumemizuki Mizuki. Yumemizuki Mizuki grabs me by the throat. I say Yumemizuki Mizuki for Yumemizuki Mizuki. "You aren't saying Yumemizuki Mizuki enough". Yumemizuki Mizuiki says it's not enough. I can't say Yumemizuki Mizuki anymore, my vocal chords can't handle Yumemizuki Mizuki anymore. "Guess this is the end." Yumemizuki Mizuki grabs Yumemizuki Mizuki's snacks and shove it down my throat, as if my throat wasn't damaged enough from saying Yumemizuki Mizuki enough. There was no hints of sadness in Yumemizuki Mizuki's eyes. Nothing but pure happiness from the ennunciation of Yumemizuki Mizuki's name. What a cruel world.

          Since Chiori is the paragon of human virtue without equal past or present

            Its the Nijika Pledge copypasta but changed to Chiori from Genshin Impact.

            Since Chiori is the paragon of human virtue without equal past or present, she is most resplendent in love, tributes and accolades. Waking or sleeping, I must not forget Chiori’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 Chiori? 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 Chiori speaks, I listen. If Chiori questions, I answer. If Chiori orders, I obey. If Chiori opines, I agree. If Chiori fears, I assure. If Chiori hopes, I dream. If Chiori is happy, I am jubilant. If Chiori is angry, I am apoplectic. If Chiori is sad, I am disconsolate. Chiori is my ideal, Chiori is my romance, Chiori is my passion. Chiori is my strength, Chiori is my compass, Chiori is my destination. Chiori is my language, Chiori is my culture, Chiori is my religion. Chiori is my ocean, Chiori is my mountain, Chiori is my sky, Chiori is my air, Chiori is my sun, Chiori is my moon, Chiori is my world. Chiori is history, Chiori is present, Chiori is future. If Chiori has a million fans, I am one of them. If Chiori has a thousand fans, I am one of them. If Chiori has a hundred fans, I am one of them. If Chiori has ten fans, I am one of them. If Chiori has only one fan, that is me. If Chiori has no fans, I no longer exist. If the whole universe is for Chiori, then I am for the whole universe. If the whole universe is against Chiori, then I am against the whole universe. I will love, cherish, and protect Chiori until my very last breath; my successors will love, cherish and protect Chiori until their very last breath. Life without Chiori is no life at all. Death with Chiori is life. In the inconceivable event that Chiori is no longer in this world, living without her would be an unimaginable insult, and thus our only absolution would be to clear the now sullied human race from the Earth. May Chiori grant us grace eternal.