/soy/ - Soyjaks

Face it niggers, whites have the best penises.
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How does it make you feel knowing our big, creamy, white dicks are what your women crave, niggers? Women simply don't want shit-coloured penises; that's a fact. Who'd want to suck on a piece of shit unless they had some sort of scat fetish? Face it, niggers, your futile attempts at cucking us is making you look desperate and in dire need of pussy. But you won't get any. Not a single woman, white or black, wants black dick unless they have a mental disorder. Everyone wants our creamy white dick. No, not want, they NEED our creamy white dick. Even if your birth defected penises are an inch or two longer, most women will still prefer ours. Why? Because we know how to use it, and it doesn't look like something she just shat out 10 minutes prior.
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You niggers have attempted to reverse the roles given to you by society, but your rusty chains remain because you simply don't have enough intelligent thought to understand what kind of hornets nest you're prodding your shit-dicks into. That's the stuff you niggers have wet dreams over; imagining fucking your master's wives, sisters and mothers because it's what we've done to you for so long. It's understandable really, you just want a little piece of the cake, but like a dog, you will remain on the floor and receive only tidbits we throw your way. And that's only if you're lucky.
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All two ounces of your nigger brain is fighting against what we're doing, but you can't stop us. We already won hundreds of years ago, and your women are thankful for us. We provide them with homes, infrastructure, water, electricity, and of course, our creamy, white cocks, which they love to suck on. Take a look at Africa; when we freed you niggers and let you be, your wasteland became worse; plagued with disease and drought; poorly built shanty houses made from shit and twigs. You can't even get a clean source of water. This is irrefutable evidence as to why you need us. But we don't need you.
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Bow down, niggers. White master race.

>>16817849
>>16817854
Sorry. I don't speak retardese. Can you get someone to translate into meaningful English before you post, please? In future, kindly proofread your posts before assaulting unsuspecting readers of this message board with a litany of misspellings, egregious grammatical errors, and other verbal atrocities.
You amaze me! I didn't think it was possible for one person to possess such a vast reservoir of undiluted gibberish! I understand what you are trying to say, even though you obviously don't. Reading your post makes blindness a wonderful thing to look forward to. I suggest you need Mark Twain's advice; "It is better to be silent and be thought a fool, than to speak and remove all doubt."
You light up a room when you leave it. No doubt your life is so dull, that you can actually write your diary one week in advance. I'd get more pleasure from running my nostrils down a cactus, than reading another contribution from you. Maybe you wouldn't read like such a pathetic loser if you weren't so dense that light bends around you; if your weren't so fat that the elephants throw you peanuts at your local Zoo, or if you didn't have a face that could be used as an alternative to a stomach pump. Who am I kidding? You would.
Now, if you care to apologize for wasting my shamefully wasted time, I'll consider accepting it.

Supercell please let me have sex with Kaze, she is so hot and gorgeous, i need this. I always wanted a Japanese women to accompany me, they are so cute and they are sweet beings of benevolence. Kaze is the greatest Japanese girl to ever be thought of. Everything about her character screams perfection. Kaze has only made my love for Japanese women even stronger, and I have zero regrets about my powerful addiction to Japanese women. I could’ve fixed her better than any other man could have ever. I could’ve been Kaze’s sex slave. Supercell i beg of you, let me fuck Kaze. I can actually save people from being kidnapped, unlike the pathetic Kenji. I’d be perfect for Kaze. I don’t care what it takes, please let me have intercourse with Kaze. Have you seen those child bearing hips of hers? I started jacking off for hours as soon as i saw those. I crave nothing but Kazes legs, she can crush my skull with those if she wanted too. Maybe she could even sit on my face and leaves dents on me. I don't care if i get myself killed by those methods anyway, its a small price to pay for one of the greatest experiences in the world. Supercell should give me a prostitute in a Kaze cosplay, it would be the greatest thing to ever occur in my life, second being my half brother killing himself. I cannot stop thinking about fucking that tight Japanese pussy of Kaze’s, he who pulls me out of Kaze’s tight ass shall be King Arthur. I keep imagining a happy family with me and Kaze. I choose to keep imagining a great life with my wife Kaze. I could’ve raised our son better than the worst assassin brawler ever, maybe he would’ve been more well behaved if i raised him better then the brawler fail known as Kenji. I’ve lost gallons to Kaze, and the number of faps increases by the day. Im even jacking off to Kaze right now. Supercell let me smother my face in Kazes breasts, my life is literally depending on this becoming a reality.

After spending a few minutes here I can easily say that all of are lacking of any wit or intelligence whatsoever. You all believe yourselves to be better than everyone else, and I can tell you right now, that that is not the case in the slightest, you pseudo-intellectuals. I am much better than all of you. Clearly I am because I am neither pretentious, long-winded, asinine, discourteous, nor are my tastes quite as bland as yours. No, I am quite concise, and I would never stretch beyond that of my means or what I am designated to.
I'd have to say that this board is full of xitter fag lurkers, 'tokNIGGERS, and baiters, who have nothing better to do than throw their opinions around in an attempt at misguided show-boating with people they'd never ever meet.
None of you build any persona or stand by anything remotely attached that I can feel some sort of personal connection to. You lack any sort of direction and I can't have that. You're analogies are far too complicated, linear, and they're rather contradictory. Why, there's never even any variety here!

i can't deny it, i wish i looked like her, i wish i was born a woman, i hate being a moid, i hate being xy, i wish it was different for me :((((((

Soytan enters the room, looking around to find Anon sitting on his bed. She struts over, her heals clicking on the hardwood floors. "Hey there," she says, smirking at him. "I heard you have a… unique fetish." Anon swallows hard, trying to hide his nervousness. He's never talked about this with anyone before, let alone acted it out. But Soytan is different. She's confident, sexy, and always up for something new. "What do you mean?" he asks, trying to play it cool. Soytan laughs, walking over to him and placing a hand on his shoulder. "Don't play coy, Anon. I know all about your little… predilections." She leans in close, whispering in his ear. "Scat play, right?" Anon feels his face flush red. He can't believe she knows. But somehow, it turns him on even more. "How did you-" Soytan cuts him off, pushing him back onto the bed. "Doesn't matter," she says, straddling him. "What matters is that I'm willing to give it a try." Anon's eyes widen in surprise. This is really happening. His dream girl wants to indulge in his darkest fantasy. "But," Soytan continues, tracing her finger along his jawline, "we're gonna do this my way. Understand?" Anon nods eagerly, already feeling his cock harden at the thought of being dominated by her. "Good," Soytan purrs. "First things first, you're going to eat me out while I shit in your mouth." Anon gulps, trying to hide his excitement. This is more intense than he imagined. But he's ready. He wants this. Soytan grins, knowing she has him exactly where she wants him. She climbs off him and begins to undress, slowly, teasingly. Anon watches, mesmerized, as she reveals inch after inch of smooth, creamy skin. Finally, she's down to just her panties. She turns around, bending over to give him a full view of her ass. Anon can see the outline of her pussy through the thin fabric, and his mouth waters in anticipation. Soytan reaches back, pulling her panties aside to reveal her glistening slit. She fingers herself for a moment, moaning softly before turning back to face him. "On your knees, pet," she commands, pointing to the floor in front of her. Anon quickly complies, kneeling before her like a good little slave. Soytan smirks, pleased with his obedience. "Now, watch closely," she says, positioning herself so that he has a clear view of her asshole. She begins to push, her muscles tightening as she forces out a small, dark log. Anon watches, fascinated and disgusted all at once. This is real. This is really happening. And he loves it. "Okay, now come clean it up," Soytan orders, stepping forward so that the shit is inches from his face. Anon looks up at her, then back down at the shit. He takes a deep breath, steeling himself for what's to come. He leans forward, tentatively at first, then with more confidence as he feels Soytan's hand on the back of his head, guiding him. He sticks out his tongue, licking up the shit, tasting the salty, earthy flavor. Soytan groans in pleasure, feeling his tongue press against her asshole. "That's it, pet," she purrs. "Eat it all up." Anon continues to lick, feeling more turned on than he ever has before. He can feel his cock straining against his pants, begging for release. But not yet. Not until Soytan says so. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, Soytan steps back, satisfied. Anon sits back on his heels, panting, his face covered in shit. "There, there," Soytan says, laughing softly as she wipes a smear of shit from his cheek. "You did good, pet." Anon grins up at her, proud of himself. He can't believe how much he loved that. How much he loves this. "But we're not done yet," Soytan says, her voice taking on a stern edge. "Now, you're going to fuck me while I shit in your mouth again." Anon's eyes widen in surprise, but he doesn't hesitate. He stands up, quickly undressing and joining Soytan on the bed. She spreads her legs for him, guiding his cock inside her tight, wet pussy. Anon moans, feeling the heat and pressure around him. It's heaven. But it's about to get even better. Soytan leans back, pushing out another log as Anon thrusts into her. This time, he's ready. He catches it with his tongue, swallowing it whole. Soytan cries out in ecstasy, feeling Anon's tongue pressed against her asshole as he fucks her. This is what she lives for. This is what they both live for. They continue like this, Anon fucking Soytan while she shits in his mouth, over and over again. They come together, Soytan screaming out Anon's name as he fills her with his hot cum. Finally, spent and satisfied, they collapse onto the bed, covered in sweat and shit and cum. "Wow," Anon breathes, looking up at Soytan with awe. "That was… incredible." Soytan smiles, tracing her finger along his jawline. "I told you I'd make all your dreams come true, pet." And with that, they drift off to sleep, ready to start all over again tomorrow.

This is me. Literally me. No other character can come close to relating to me like this. There is no way you can convince me this is not me. This character could not possibly be anymore me. It’s me, and nobody can convince me otherwise. If anyone approached me on the topic of this not possibly being me, then I immediately shut them down with overwhelming evidence that this character is me. This character is me, it is indisputable. Why anyone would try to argue that this character is not me is beyond me. If you held two pictures of me and this character side by side, you’d see no difference. I can safely look at this character every day and say “Yup, that’s me”. I can practically see this character every time I look at myself in the mirror. I go outside and people stop me to comment how similar I look and act to this character. I chuckle softly as I’m assured everyday this character is me in every way. I can smile each time I get out of bed every morning knowing that I’ve found my identity with this character and I know my place in this world. It’s really quite funny how similar this character is to me, it’s almost like we’re identical twins. When I first saw this character, I had an existential crisis. What if this character was the real me and I was the fictional being. What if this character actually became aware of my existence? Did this character have the ability to become self aware itself?

>>16818008
classic

>>16817833 (OP)
Never participate in a jakbox raid if you see the user BMTcuck in the chat

post more pastas

>>16818171
l am Japanese, what is this? In Japan, anons don't redraw a wojack just because they didn't like the eating of soy protein. Nor do other anons say things like "this is better than the original work". Because Japanese people always respect the artist. I have never seen this kind of behavior in the history of Japanese posting.

It makes me very sad. This is extremely disrespectful to OP-sensei. The Soy-Party is not at all known or talked about in Japan. Also, the majority has accepted the existence of transgenders.

I was disappointed to be reminded of the difference in ethnicity.

進撃の巨人をこれ以上販さないでくださ い。 こんな事になるなら、外国に日本の漫画を 送り出すべきではなかった。

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Oughhhhhhh, jannnnnnny looks like we've got a real gem thread going on! You need to.. bump this right away you need to loop this, this guy is talking trash about Nick Fuentes, looks like you gotta reppy this thread fast janny! Jannny!!!! Tink tink tink tink jannyyyyyyy jannnnnyyy tink tink tink tink you've got to reppy this thread fast, janny tink tink tink tink tink BASED BASED BASED, BASED BASED BASED BASED BASED, BASED BASED BASED ONIONS DOOMER ZOOMER DOOMER DOOMER BASED BASED BASED !!

>>16818178
You are so visibly upset, that you need to create shitpost on our glorious board in an attempt to raise your self worth.
Come at me you plebian. I am the fucking pinnacle of man, both body and mind. I attend an Ivy league university, completely payed off by scholarships, with the leftover money used to buy myself a luxury vehicle. My grade point average is perfect point O. After I finish my dual bachelors I will be accepted straight away into the doctorate program. I will have two doctorate degree's by age twenty-five, owe zero debts, and make more money a year than you will in a lifetime. The funny thing is, this is the average soyteen. There are many who far surpass me.

Lmao Broot's candle game is straight up garbage. Look at that bullshit setup. Where did you buy that Broot, the discount menorah store? Bed, Bath, and 'cuck-Made? Cause only an absolute idiot would think those two small white candles in a tiny-ass faux silver holder is acceptable.

News flash dipshit, it isn't. Me? I draw the sacred 'jaks and make love to goddesses unbound by my beautiful fire place. More like a fire palace, dare I say. I pay a young homeless lad to rekindle it for me every 3 hours or so. Sometimes he loiters attempting to gain warmth from the fire on cold nights, BEGONE NUSOI. I pay yee for a service, not for your company.

Pure gemerald. Maintained so as not to even see a scorch mark, pure untainted blue tones with a slight peppering for style. The mantle has two custom forged copper Squirreljaks, guarding from opposite ends of the mantle. I am the beast that I breath, after all. A wide array of stokers nearby, if need be.
And of course a janny skin rug at the feet of my glorious source of light. Don't worry, I didn't just kill an innocent janny. He was extremely ill, I put him out of his misery and made sure his pelt didn't go to waste. I know he was sick because he somehow accidentally happened upon my cyanide laced bait that I hid right outside his den. A freak accident, but the sad beast lives on in my aesthetic.

I currently sit by my roaring fire. My entire living room softly, yet elegantly illuminated. Wearing my favorite Ferris Bueller robe, a good book, and sipping a fine cocktail. Mixed myself with only the finest, Smirnoff Ice and a handful of jellybeans I found in my coat. Sweet, and complex flavors. Nodes of blackberry, and lint. Shaken, not stirred. However, Broot, you absolute piece of shit, what is stirring me is your horrible dumbass candles. I can't believe you expect so much of your jannies, yet are such a shit example of an admin. You deserved to be demoted by Mustard. Namefags, endlessly cursing your name.