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Deadbeats, shiori is calling you weak...

Today I had the displeasure of seeing an erotic fanwork depicting Kaela Kovalskia of Hololive ID Generation 3, otherwise known as Holoh3ro, being fucked by a dog.
Personally, my day is ruined and I blame deadbeats.

>>54925689
Damn, this is some good cringe. Ganbatte Novelites.

>>54302651
>overacting
>overly loud, sloppy sound effects
good idea, execution needs work

>>53531727
nephrologybeat...

>>48804442
dont tell me what to do

>>47944935
DIE DIE DIE AGAIN

>>45972669

>>38854898
Y-y-yes?

>>38417262
Oh...

>>33370718
Get thicker bones chuunibeat.No one was shitting on her.

>>32516033
There can't be more than one ausbeat, sorry mate

>>31185822
>As a schizo once said
AIN'T THAT A KICK IN THE HEEEAD

>>30834790
fuuck did they at least figure out what was wrong with it?

>>30260368
pffft that'll only work on people that aren't already in a constant state of psychosis.

>>29522903
DAMN YOU RI2NER

>>26951383
Good riddance

>>26932673
>>26932818
Good fucking riddance brittle bones

>>25695479
Deadbeats don't read, they act.

>>25240904
Spring 1123

Oh, oh sweet Death… A thousand sloths stampeding on his thick skull, with every minute lurch of the barge on the gentle river. This berry wine was a devious substance. It tasted like honeyed juice going down, but its alcohol content slammed into one’s nervous system just the same. Kotio must have guzzled liters of the stuff last night. At least… He thought so? He was getting too old for this kind of shit. A haze shrouded his recollection of the last night, the blur only intensified by the pounding behind his eyes.

The old Doctor flailed his arm out of his hammock and miraculously happened upon his hanging coat. His trained hands fiddled with the garment for some time before finding their mark. Hurriedly, he brought the flask to his lips and wet them with some distilled saké, just to take his hangover’s edge off.

He let the shielding buzz develop for a second, before finally gathering up the herculean strength needed to swing his legs out of the canvas onto the hardwood floor. Fuck, he truly boned it, he didn’t even know how he’d gotten back on the ship. Guess he should be glad they hadn’t left without him. He split his crusted eyelids apart. Rubbing the sand out of them with his strong, bony hands made his headache even worse.

The Deadbeat sailors saluted and clapped the grey man on his shoulders as he passed them in the hold. No looks of disgust, horror, or disdain. At the worst, some mild amusement. Good, then he couldn’t have shamed himself that much. The ship, now carrying the entire Lunaito group in addition to the Deadbeats, was quite packed with people.

Finally, Kotio stumbled out into the sunlight. The bright sky drilled into his eye sockets painfully, but the fresh air gave him life after the stuffiness of the hold. Once his eyes had adapted, he surveyed the deck and planned his sampling run. The riverside was now mostly farm fields and those Luboar ranches. His odds were best with the group gathered around a crate near the stern. He heard them chattering while lumbering their way.

“My good Lady Citrora, are sure of what you’re saying? Have I been swindled?”

“I am no geologist, Shige, but you can put it alongside my armor’s and compare how they catch the light. It’s a pretty stone, to be sure, but it’s no true Luknight opal.” The Admiral’s face shifted to an annoyed frown. “This is unacceptable! I can’t gift her a fake!” Gaia sighed softly. “I did tell you this price was a bit too good to be true, Admiral. It’s still a beautiful pendant, I’m sure your daughter will like it.”

“Too good? This damn rat told me he was selling them 50 percent off, a liquidation! I should have just wasted my pay buying damn maps like you, Gaia. You do know we already have maps of the North HoloContinent, right? We’re the Mori-doomed Black Fleet.” Lady Citrora chuckled while the other girl puffed up in indignation. “I am well aware, Admiral, these maps aren’t for navigation, they are works of art. They are illuminated in silver ink on every trimming, and decorated with designs of fantastical creatures near points of interest. It was drawn by the Lunaito master cartographer Sir Nugemt Nugat, and exists in only five hundred and seventy-two copies-” Shige threw his hands up in surrender. “Yes, yes, they’ll look great on the walls of your ice cave. Let’s protect the Doctor from any more of your nerdy ranting, I can smell him approaching.”

He turned towards Kotio and leaned on the crate. “This is why they say “Don’t meet your heroes”, Gaia.” He was all smiles, but it still hurt a bit. Didn’t hurt as much as much as the young commander’s look of mild… Pity? Disappointment? Sadness? None of these felt good.

Lady Citrora either made the effort to hide her feelings, or didn’t feel strongly about Kotio’s sorry state. “You really drank all those whippersnappers under the table, Doctor Niwa! It was quite a sight. This… It doesn’t hurt too bad?” She pointed towards his head, probably referring to his hangover. “Ah, I slept well, I feel refreshed already. Thank you for your concern, Lady Citrora.” Kotio lied, smiling. “I wanted to thank the one responsible for seeing me safely back to the ship.” Shige’s smile grew while Gaia looked to the floor and began fiddling with her hands. “That is very considerate of you, Doctor. We lost sight of you when we headed towards the markets while you and the other academics went on a quest for wine-filled bars.” Nodding, Kotio thanked the Admiral shortly before walking off. Gaia seemed to quietly chastize her superior. Niwa would have thrown a zinger at the old bastard himself, but his wits were still a bit too foggy to pull that off.
>>25187933

picrel is how his head feels
1/2

>>24960672
We're deadbeats not chumbuds

>>24665415
... Honestly, yeah, you're probably right.

>>24540284
She will, have some god damn faith

>>24468042
Huh, now I wonder what having a skeleton with significant iron content does to electrocution. Would it make it worse or not as bad?