I MADE A POOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOPY LOLE
>>5531412
What the fuck
>>5531412
Wha did it smell like?
you have given birth to a little baby! such a beautiful littel baby
the soup cat
cats are fucking shit. blow me.
>>5531417
delet this
Mario hits the blocks with his hand, not his head.
I won't believe your government lies!
but what if that isn't his hand but actually part of his head? like a trunk or something... lol
>>5531414
lol
Happy morning, [s4s]!
The sun is coming up
As Kogasa wakes up in the morning taking everything one step at a time, she glances over at you, partially covering one side of her face to hide her droopy eye she recently gained from a stroke which removed her ability to control her basic bodily functions along the left side of her face
>>5531384
lol hi
good morning!
bambinglef
>>5531375
>>5531577
Nice dubs
attention [s4s],
flandre posters are genuine nice friends who have been observed trading links and search terms for 'cute flon' content and on some cases even full blown lunatic mode
bump all flandre threads love all flandre threads do respond to flandre threads
these people are nice and what they do is cool and fun
no matter what your philosophical or political beliefs are about issues surrounding touhou i'm sure we can all agree this board is the place for cute flon material
on this note i ask that flan posters do not self moderate and keep posting on the board
if you have any confidence in your own waifuism despite your socially frowned upon preferences you will be able to understand the objective litigious benefits associated with your presence
i thank you,
flan lover
>>5531331
Flandre first appeared as the Extra Stage boss of Embodiment of Scarlet Devil with the theme "U.N. Owen was Her?" as well as a target in the Extra Stage of Shoot the Bullet. She's been interviewed in Bohemian Archive in Japanese Red and has had an article in Perfect Memento in Strict Sense and The Grimoire of Marisa.
Flandre has lived for at least 495 years, but since she goes crazy a little (due to emotional instability), she has never been taken outside the bounds of the Scarlet Devil Mansion, or rarely leaves the building itself, and as she herself never tried going outside for the respect she has to her sister, she was raised knowing nothing about the outside world. However, she has shown a desire to go outside after witnessing the events of Embodiment of Scarlet Devil. Her initial attempt to do so was blocked by Patchouli Knowledge's rain summoning magic, but since then she has been shown outside the mansion when she was destroying a meteor.
In the first place, until the time when she met either Marisa Kirisame or Reimu Hakurei in Embodiment of Scarlet Devil, she has not seen any humans other than in cooked form.
>>5531331
flan
the top lel hat and ruseface dress wearing girl (who also checks dubs)
>>5531330
Can I wear Keksandra's dress?
Narrator: No one was left who could remember how it had happened,
how the world had fallen under darkness.
At least no one who would do anything.
No one who would oppose the robots.
No one who would challenge their power,
or so Dr. Wily believed...
There is a skyline in the distance. A brilliant and bright city with building after building crowded into a dense and industrious center. The city is closer now. Rushing past the buildings to the base of one crumbling high-rise. The first story passes by. The second now, and with more speed. There is a blur of windows and brick. Eighteen... Nineteen...
Twenty floors above the dark streets of the city, Dr. Light lived in a run-down tenement.
An eccentric and brilliant man.
Light was a loner, a thinker, a man of ideas.
Ideas forbidden in Wily's society.
The society for which he worked.
The society in which he lived.
The society that he would set free.
And so Light worked, far into the night, when the watchful eyes of Wily's robots weren't upon him.
He'd set his skillful hands to the task of creating a device to bring about a change, to create a machine to bring freedom, to create a man to save the world.
Twelve years Light worked and on a cold night in the year 200X, Protoman was born.
A perfect man, an unbeatable machine, hell-bent on destroying every evil standing between man and freedom, built for one purpose, to destroy Wily's army of evil robots. Ready, willing, prepared to fight.
The streets, the arteries of this metropolis, run with bodies. Crowding together, they flow out of the city, toward a superstructure east of town. A factory. A fortress. Glancing at it the facade resembles the face of a skeleton. Smoke pours from the stacks high above the outer wall. The gates are open. A figure stands in the light before the entrance. Perfectly still, he waits. The crash of metal destroys the silence. One by one the Robots step forward, step into the light.
Cutman
Gutsman
Elecman
Bombman
Fireman
Iceman
Proto
Fireman: Attack!
The violence is surreal. Metal against metal, the sound is deafening. For most, the reaction is automatic. Hands cover ears. Mothers reach to cover eyes of terrified children. The blows are quick and precise. This is Protoman. Dealing death without remorse, without hesitation, and still, the fight is unbalanced. One against so many. Protoman fights without fear of defeat, although it is inevitable. The men keep their distance, straining to see every crushing blow through the smoke that has surrounded the ongoing battle. The din stops abruptly. Unsettlingly.
Narrator: And as the smoke cleared!
Wily rose above the countless robots remaining. Protoman was wounded, low on energy, struggling to remain standing as Wily ordered the final attack.
The death of Protoman.
The crowd had gathered there to watch him fall, to watch their hopes destroyed.
They watched them beat him, they watched them break him, they watched his last defense deployed.
There was not a man among them who would let himself be heard.
But from the crowd, from their collective fear, arose these broken words:
We are the dead
We are the dead
Human Choir: What have we done?
Narrator: We are the dead
Human Choir: What will we do?
Narrator: We are the dead
Human Choir: Where will we turn?
Narrator: We are the dead
Human Choir: Is there nothing we can do?
Narrator: We are the dead
Human Choir: How did it come to this?
Narrator: We are the dead
Human Choir: How did we go so wrong?
Narrator: We are the dead
Human Choir: We are the dead
breastman
>>5531319
No this spikeboi
breastman
>>5531344
dubsman
Oh no
FUCK OFF CUNT, GO FUCK YOURSELF WITH A RAKE AND THEN FUCKING KILL YOURSELF FAGGOT BITCH NIGGER FUCK OFF
>>5531315
>>5531320
Rude
The mage image
the slut witch
eat a dick, pedofaggot.
>>5531306
naisu
In Japan cats have feet!
All cats have feet
>>5531293
and tits
>>5531293
I wish I could see her bagine & nibbles
There is clearly something very wrong with me, send help.
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*** YOU HAVE BEEN VISITED BY LE PELICAN! *** post this in 3 threads or you will be fucking killed
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>>5531294
Thats a toucan
>>5531285
Nazis not welcome