/s4s/ - anime pillow fight

be the rugburn you wish to see in the world

Found the sauce
https://dynasty-scans.com/series/street_children

>>53740
Where do you think you find yourself in on this pink board

>>53740
now i need one

>>53742
>>53744
Post hairy burly unwashed hog arms and face
Become the next lolcow besides matt for my amusement

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>>53748
It happened. 
I accumulated a lot of glass bottles because I've been lounging in the sun drinking beers and playing animal crossing on the switch 2.
It's a long story but I have to carry my garbage on a 5 minute walk to the dumpster and I was carrying the heavy bag with the tie handle the whole time and now I can't feel the tip of my right ring finger.

>>53752
That's just the diabetes ms. beergut

has this guy ever posted something that doesn't look terrible?

>>53746
autistic /a/troons shouldn't be heard

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>>53674 (OP) 
is vtubing a job?
ill be lazy at streaming too though

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>>53677
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>>53716
woof
>>53674 (OP) 
I also have a job, and I kinda hated it until recently.

>>53715
are you somebody people want to be around?

if it's not a job it's definitely a hustle

>>53725
checked the artist twitter lookng for more funnies but all he draws is a gay dog-rabbit couple

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>>53631 (OP) 
Indeed^^^ she iz very cude n has nice songs

>>53654
i like that set i've seen this before please send more

>>53631 (OP) 
literally who

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>>53671
:D

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(it's just a suggestion)

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good idea!

>>53658 (OP) 
Sorry babe but that site won't let me read the text unless I tick that agree to have my data stolen (I won't agree)

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Rain was pouring down on the wreckage that was once Mitakihara City. A single gunshot echoed through the debris, followed by a strangled cry. Fresh smoke escaped the bore of Homura’s Beretta, having used it to end Madoka’s life before she could be reborn into a terrible witch. Madoka’s brain matter and pints of blood lay splattered on a crushed concrete wall nearby.

Homura stared at the mess splattered across the wall for several long, silent moments. Rain hissed as it met the warm blood, washing streaks of red down the concrete. An eyeball, dislodged from the velocity of the bullet, had tumbled from the concrete back onto what would’ve been Madoka’s head, now reduced to a gaping hole in her neck that out of its graceful body. 

“Why couldn’t I save you!? Why!?” Homura’s voice cracked as she screamed into the sky, rain soaking her hair, her clothes, the gun still clenched in her hand. “I tried to warn everyone—and they didn’t believe me!”

Her words were swallowed by the storm, lost among the endless patter of rain and the distant groan of ruined buildings. She stood in the wreckage like a ghost, hoping—begging—that some god, some cosmic force, would answer. That someone, anyone, would tell her why . Why it had to end like this. Why she was always left behind.

Homura looked down at the lifeless body once more. Her legs buckled as she knelt beside it, her fingers trembling as she reached out and rested her palm on what was left of Madoka’s torso. The skin was cold beneath her hand.

More tears spilled down her cheeks as she leaned in, burying her face in the crook of Madoka’s shoulder, trying to find warmth that wasn’t there. Her sobs came ugly—harsh gasps against skin already turning pale. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I tried. I really tried.”

She stares at where Madoka’s head would’ve been had she not shot her in her face. The image of Madoka’s face in pain, pleading to be put down as her body twitched and stretched, flashed in her mind, the distressed sound of Madoka whimpering her rang in her head, “I-I don’t want to become a witch, Homura-chan…”.

Homura leaned closer and embraced what was left of the body. It was cold, lifeless—yet still warm in places where blood hadn’t yet cooled. The slick warmth of Madoka’s insides pressed against her cheek, and for a moment, it almost felt like an embrace. She nuzzled closer, desperate for the illusion of comfort. “I loved you,” she whispered. “I wanted to save you… Why did you ask me to do this to you!?”

>>53673
What if Homura continued doing this, and instead of vomiting she digested and absorbed Madoka's flesh?
Eating no other food but Madoka in hundreds of time loops until every atom in Homura's body is Madoka. 
Would a time paradox destroy the universe if Madoka-flesh Homura touched Madoka?